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abstractnaturaldisaster · 1 year

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Steddie Hockey Casino Night AU Part 1

so for people who might not be part of the general hockey fandom, Casino Night is a fundraiser a lot of clubs do where fans can by a ticket to play casino games with players and raise money for the team’s charity foundation. it’s a chance for fans to interact with the players in a more social environment and it’s a pretty popular event for most clubs. more comments about this AU below the ficlet! c:

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Steve Harrington was used to Casino Nights. His NHL career had spanned about a decade at this point and he’d been to his fair share of fan-facing fundraisers. In his younger years it was a fun night to let loose a little during the season (with the coaches blessing, no less). He’d used his easy charm to hook up sometimes but mostly he wandered the venue and enjoyed feeling wanted by the admiring crowds. In his veteran years, Steve usually b-lined his way to a back poker table and sat near the dealer, hunched over his cards, making friendly but limited conversation with the rest of the table. Most of his teammates brought a significant other, a girlfriend or fiancée, to help take pictures, hold drinks, and jump in with any awkward silences throughout the evening. Steve Harrington didn’t have a partner, but he did have a cadre of rookies (one of which lived with him at his condo Henderson (said-rookie) affectionately called the Bachelor Pad), a tortoise named Fred, and the team’s social media manager turned best friend, Robin.

The hurried hook ups of his youth ended up creating his girl-in-every-port reputation and Steve was willing to ride those rumors to avoid any more serious speculation into his love life. Steve was out to team management and his teammates as bi but he didn’t particularly feel like addressing his sexuality in a press conference so the genders of his affairs were a closely guarded secret. At one point Robin had tried to convince him to have NDAs ready to hand out to anyone he brought back to a hotel room after an away game. Steve had ignored the suggestion. Honestly if his bisexuality were to come out via some sort of tell-all tabloid at least he wouldn’t have to be the one to break the news. In reality, who Steve hooked up with was of very little interest to the general population. At the end of the day, he was nearing retirement and was hoping he could finish out his contract and melt into the relative obscurity most minorly successful NHL alums were able to do. He wasn’t going to have the long drawn out career of someone like Ovechkin but he would be able to retire and live happily without much concern for future finances. He’d thought about taking a couple of years off and then maybe starting to coach youth leagues or college teams depending on how far the Harrington name could get him. Steve’s musing was interrupted by Henderson aggressively knocking on his bathroom door.

“Steveeeeeeeeeeee,” Dustin yelled.

“What, Henderson?” Steve answered.

“Help?” Dustin asked and pointed to a full on rats nest that had somehow developed in his crispy gelled curls.

“Oh, man, how did this happen?” Steve asked.

“I dunno, dude, please fix it? Mike and Lucas won’t let me live it down if I show up like this.” Dustin moaned.

“Alright kid, come here, we gotta get some of this gel out of your hair first,” Steve said as he bent Dustin’s head over his sink.

Steve was able to get enough of the gel out and run a comb through Dustin’s curly mop to approach something that could be considered a hairstyle. They were getting close to running late so Steve rushed through the process of throwing on his tux and pressuring Dustin into wearing his nicer game day suit while calling their driver to meet them out front.

“Alright, kiddo. You ready for your first casino night?” Steve asked.

“Yea! Mike and Lucas are dragging Will out so it should be fun to hang out and meet people.” Dustin answered.

Will was Robin’s social media intern. Not all of the staff had to go to the event but similar to how Steve and Robin had become inseparable at team events, Will was pulled into the Mike-Lucas-Dustin orbit in a similar way. The group had even taken to playing D&D one-shots on long travel days since Mike had some experience DMing in a high school club. Steve was a little impressed with himself for being able to remember some of the terminology for the game; however, he did give the group shit for playing their nerd game instead of going out to celebrate after away wins.

“That’ll be nice.” Steve said as the elevator door opened to the lobby of his building.

The big black SUV was already out front waiting on them so Steve herded Dustin through the lobby and into the car.

“Hey Jon!” Steve greeted his driver. Jonathan had been with Steve for a while, long enough to have been roped into his ragtag adopted family. There was a little tension between them for a while when Steve found out Jon and Nancy had started dating seriously. Nancy had been Steve’s longest relationship and they’d stayed friendly after they broke up. Nancy had wanted bigger and better things than being a SOAP to an NHL player and honestly Steve couldn’t blame her. Jon had been enamored with Nancy since he met her through Steve. Steve hadn’t loved that they’d gotten together but that had been years ago at this point. They had two girls that Steve was low key obsessed with and offered to babysit as much as his schedule allowed so he had let go of his (admittedly low-stakes) rivalry with Jon.

“‘Sup, Steve? Dustin?” Jon asked.

“Jon! Can you please convince Steve that he is absolutely overdressed for this shindig?”

“I dunno, dude, I think he might be the expert?” Jon joked. He’d driven Steve long enough to know not to get in between Steve and his rookies.

“Ugh. You’re such a pushover.” Dustin said as he buckled in.

“I just know who out of the two of you pays my bills, kid.” Jon winked at Steve in the rearview as he pulled out into traffic.

Steve settled into his seat and used the drive to melt into his public-facing-Steve-Harrington persona as Dustin prattled on about their cup chances this season. Steve let him ramble on even though he personally hated to jinx anything mid-way through the season.

“Alright, gentlemen, we’re here! Just give me a call when you’re ready to head out.” Jon jumped out to open Dustin and Steve’s doors, a formality Steve only allowed when Jon drove him to official team events.

Steve took one more deep breath and steadied himself for the evening as Henderson was already running off to join the rest of the team. Steve was a little nostalgic for his rookie days when everything seemed so fresh and new. Now he felt like he needed to crack his back after getting up from sitting too long and he was absolutely looking at hip surgery if he got another bad check. Regardless of how old Steve felt, he put on his media smile, straightened his jacket and got ready for introductions, already mentally planning out his escape routes for the evening.

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hi friends! my sister and i recently went to our first casino night and i have had this brain worm in my head rolling around for a while and this giant first chapter just appeared, lol

in terms of world building, if you’re familiar with hockey twitter i am thinking of steve as a joe pavelski type and dustin as one of his rookies. lucas and mike are also team rookies but i haven’t really picked any positions for anyone since it’s casino night and i don’t have to lol. so if anyone has any specific head canons for positions please share!!

don’t worry -- eddie will be here in the next part!

like last time, i’ll post on AO3 when i get a few more parts finished.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fan fiction #fanfic #hockey au #casino night #veteran player steve harrington #poker dealer eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic

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qprstobin · 1 year

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I know that it was the 80s and that people had weird views about head trauma (and still do) but please know that if you get knocked out from a hit to the head you have a concussion. This isn't a "Steve might be concussed" he got a concussion in seasons 2 and 3.

This isn't in response to any post or saying that people don't believe that, I'm just concerned because of the amount of fics where someone in the fic says Steve got knocked unconscious and someone else replies "he MIGHT/COULD have a concussion". Like idk I'm a sports fan I've seen the whack opinions people have about brain injuries, so this is me making a PSA, getting knocked unconscious = a concussion.

#stranger things #steve harrington #that exchange....#happens SO MUCH #like i think its an exchange thats happened in most s2 follow ups ive read actually #and im just hoping its 80s medical knowledge but like i know fandom and the internet #also im a hockey fan like #i have seen the affects concussions have on players ive written papers about violence and injuries in hockey #and ive seen how concussion perception has changed and is still changing #walkie chatter

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starkidmunson · 3 months

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glitter & crimson

“Marry.”

“What?”

“Marry. He’s hot, I’m not gonna kill him.”

“Eddie, we’re not playing FMK; you’re supposed to be telling me his name.”

“Oh. That’s…. Joe Jonas.”

“…he’s literally from Hawkins. And he’s holding a hockey stick.”

“Nobody from Hawkins is that hot, man, no way.”

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Gareth posts the clip to his personal TikTok. Before he can get around to reposting it on Corroded Coffin’s band account, it has more than 100k views. Things only spiral from there, because once the band shares it, the video goes more viral and ends up on the screens of the right people.

chiblkhwks: harrington94 is social media challenged, but we’re going to make sure he sees this. Will keep you posted.

The comment is immediately overshadowed by a busy day of PR. A photoshoot to an interview to a radio show to the green room at the Fillmore in Boston, before an intimate pre-album release show for members of their fan club. Eddie has completely forgotten about the video entirely, but Gareth’s phone pings with a text notification.

“A response has been issued!” He declares to the room, still grinning down at the screen of his phone.

The rest of the band shares a collectively confused look, all seeming pleased to find they’re not alone in whatever they’ve missed.

“What?” Jeff asks for the group.

In lieu of an explanation, Gareth just flips the phone in his hand around to show a TikTok, stitched with the clip they’d made earlier that morning.

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“Marry. He’s hot, I’m not gonna kill him.”

#Stitch

“Is… is that supposed to be a compliment?” Steve asks, making a pinched face as he laces up his skates.

“You watched the whole video. He compared you to Joe Jonas.” The girl behind the camera responds, but he levels her with an unimpressed look. She doesn’t respond, and after a beat, he sighs.

“Yeah, alright, I guess Joe Jonas is hot. I’ll take the compliment.” He huffs, standing to his feet and moving from the bench he’d been suiting up on toward the ice. The girl follows him, gliding toward the net once they're in the rink, never falling out of pace with him.

“Do you know who it is talking in the video?” She presses, and Steve looks unimpressed again.

“You mean the other hot guy?” He asks with a grin, then nods. “That was Eddie. I’m surprised you don’t know him, the Party listens to Corroded Coffin all the time.”

The video loops back to the stitched clip from Gareth’s initial TikTok then. Everyone in the room processes what just unfolded.

“The Party? Did… did Steve Harrington just make a reference to DnD? Or is that some sports thing I dont understand?” Jeff asks.

Freak raises his hand, indicating he’s next to speak. “Not only that, but his nerdy DnD friends listen to us all the time?”

“Did King Steve call Joe Jonas hot?” Eddie asks, visibly still trying to connect the wires in his brain that fried at Steve’s agreement. “Did he call me hot?”

All three turn toward Eddie, whose face is still reflecting the long form math equation his brain is trying to work out, and Jeff sighs.

“Well, boys. I think we’ve officially lost him.” He says, bowing his head. Freak and Gareth join him solemnly, making Eddie huff and cross his arms over his chest.

“You’re all so dramatic.”

“Gee, I wonder who encouraged us to be this way,” Freak exaggerates through a grin, before shoving a guitar into Eddie’s chest, just in time for Paige to open the door and summon them.

“We can have a meltdown over Harrington after the gig,” Gareth promises with a pat to Eddie’s back as everyone moves around him, exiting the green room and heading for the stage.

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Riding his post-show high, Eddie makes a bold move in the CC band TikTok, commenting under the video Steve had stitched.

corrodedcoff!n: we’ll be in chicago 1/26 if harrington94 and ‘the party’ are free 🎫

He only gets about 20 minutes of peace before Gareth is jumping around, proclaiming himself the greatest wingman in history.

“It’s an offer for free concert tickets made over social media, and he hasn’t even answered, Gare Bear.” Eddie tries to get him to relax, but he, too, is eager to see how the other reacts to the offer.

He wakes up the next morning to the answer he’d been waiting on, and his stomach flips as he reads it over.

harrington94: only if you guys come to the home game 1/27 🏒

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Steve doesn’t even bat an eye when Max shoves her way into the locker room, b-lining straight for him.

“Can I help you?” He asks without looking up, unhooking the padding from his calf and letting it drop to the ground in front of his locker.

“Are you using TikTok to publicly flirt with Eddie Munson?” She asks, voice quieter than he’d typically expect from her, but he just scoffs.

“I’m just being friendly! You’re the one who started this in the first place! What, you didn’t expect me to log on and check if they’d responded?” He asks in response, freeing his foot from the skate, before placing a cover over the blade and letting the boot drop into the lower shelf beside his locker.

“I’m just confused because you’ve been super weird about coming out, and now you’re out here hitting on a rockstar all over social media, that’s all.” Max says, and Steve freezes for a moment.

“Do you…” he trails off, before closing his eyes and rubbing a thumb into his temple. “You really think I just accidentally came out?”

“You called Joe Jonas and Eddie Munson hot, encouraged this rockstar to come to your game when he’s in town and also accepted tickets to see him perform, Steve.” Max was monotone, and held her hands up defensively when he groaned. “I’m not starting anything, I’m just saying that this could get blown out of proportion now.”

They discuss a little further, deciding neither of them will publicly acknowledge anything that’s been posted to the account for now, until they actually come up with a plan.

Once he’s in his car heading home, Steve calls Robin.

“Dingus,” she greets, as always, and he lets out a grumble. “Uh oh. What happened?”

“I think I accidentally came out on the internet, and it’s Eddie Munson’s fault.” He’s met with several seconds of silence as he starts his car on the path to him and Robin’s shared apartment.

“Eddie, the drug dealer from high school?” Robin eventually asks, confused, and Steve groans again.

“Yeah. He uh, also is in a band?” He supplies, and Robin’s quiet for a moment as she processes. Then, he hears the tapping of a keyboard. “What are you doing?”

“Looking Eddie up, obviously.” Steve can practically see her eye roll, even though they’re not FaceTiming. “You’re nothing if not consistent, I guess. Doe-eyed curly brunet.”

Steve scoffs. “You say as though you’re not the one currently waking up beside Nance every morning.”

He’s met again by a short silence, before Robin lets out a little puff of air, in a small laugh. “Thank you again for being so cool about that, by the way.” She says, before he hears clicking on her end. “Apparently, Eddie is out as bi. Corroded Coffin does a charity show for the Trevor Project every year, and he’s been to a lot of Pride events.”

Steve’s stomach twists with each new bit of information she provides, because a part of him wants to be that out, wants to be like Robin or apparently Eddie, freely sharing that part of themselves with the world and having no one give a shit. But that’s not how it works on so many levels for Steve. Beside the shit he’d have to deal with on the ice from certain other players, he had no idea how it would impact the team overall. There’s no way to gauge how fans would react, when there’s never been an openly gay player in the NHL. And that didn't even begin to touch on how his parents would react.

“Hey,” Robin breaks him out of his spiral and he realizes he’s been chewing a hole into his cheek. “I can hear how loud you’re thinking right now. Do you need me to come home?” She asks, gently, and he sighs.

“Please.” He mumbles after a long pause, and is grateful when he hears the jingle of car keys from the other end of the phone.

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Robin scrolls through article after article once she gets to their place, pulling Steve onto the sofa with her and laying his head in her lap. Her fingers twist through his hair, doing her best to keep him calm as she reads up on the situation playing out to try and help gauge how big of a hole he’s dug himself this time.

“I don’t think there’s really anyone who thinks you were flirting with him. Not seriously, at least.” She tries to assure him, but he’d already seen the twitter posts to contradict that before she came over. He sighs and rolls onto his back, so he’s looking up at her, and shrugs.

“I kind of don’t think there’s any avoiding it, at this point.” He mumbles. “I’m not… I’m not ready to come out, not like this. Not on this scale. I think the only thing I can do is carry on and hope it doesn’t get turned into any bigger of a deal.”

Robin hums down at him, and continues to brush his hair back out of his eyes. “Okay. So you don’t come out yet. But don’t overcompensate for it, okay?” He scrunches his face up at her, and she types something into her phone before turning it back into his face. He immediately pales, met with a photo of him out with Heidi last year. With a black eye on full display, he looks miserable behind a fake smile.

“Low blow,” he grumbles, pushing himself away from Robin to sit up beside her, and she raises her eyebrow at him, still holding the photo pointed in his direction.

“‘Maybe they won’t notice or ask why my literal teammate punched me in the face at practice if I take a fucking supermodel out to dinner.’” Robin’s imitation is a little too good, a sure sign of too much time spent together.

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it!” He asks, taking the phone off of her and closing out of the image before locking it. He drops it back into her lap with a sigh. “I just don’t know how many times I can keep getting away with hiding it.”

“Well, it helps that Billy got traded out to LA. He would be insufferable about this, and would absolutely make everything 10 times worse.” Robin muses.

Steve sighs and hesitates for a moment before dropping his head back into her lap, curling into her. “I just want it to be on my terms, when I’m ready.”

“We’ll figure it out, and it’ll all be okay, no matter what. Okay?” She assures quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.

His phone dings with a new notification; Max texted him a screenshot from TikTok.

corrodedcoff!n: you’ve got yourself a deal 🤝🏻

#hockey player!steve #rockstar!eddie #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #Steddie #should I keep going?#lmk if anyone is interested in part 2 #anti billy hargrove #hockey au #Steddie hockey au #Steddie rockstar au #starkidmunson writes #glitter & crimson

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soupinaboot · 2 months

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Fuck it. Every Steve Harrington headcannon I have because I've been rotating that boy in my head like a pig on a stick Part 2 this is a little more in depth than the first one but only by a smug

- Epileptic, either since he was young or developed it over time due to all those concussions he keeps getting

- Favorite fruit is blackberries I have no reason

- Kinda sad but he never really had friends, yeah he hung out with Tommy and Carol but that was about it. Like after the fall out with them he was by himself, alone. I feel like if he was as popular as we think he is, he would have at least one other friend right?

- Does not have a filter at all. That one scene where he just casually says, "Oh yeah my parents are out of town because my mom doesn't trust him to not cheat on her any who!" and I feel like he just kinda does that

- Star Trek fan but he just does not comprehend that it's supposed to be nerdy (this is not my own I saw someone else headcannon this please tell me if you find them I can not)

- Absolutely sucked at ELA, could be cause of dyslexia or not whatever you want buttercup

- But on the topic of dyslexia, this headcannon is one of the main reasons why I love math nerd Stevie so much. Like, ELA test and History test are mostly long paragraphs that he needs more time to read through and his teachers don't care enough to give him extra time like he needs. But math tests tend to have a small paragraph that he can read faster or just focus on the numbers and finish on time, so he just got really good at math so he would have at least one class he passed

- Survives off of coffee, lord knows he needs it

- My most random headcannon is that since his parents were never really around or cared much for his safety, he used to hang out outside a lot and explore the wildlife around, got really into nature and animals, bought nature books etc. But his dad told him nature and animals were girly and forced him to stop even though he really loved it

- If he does ever go to college (which he doesn't have to, though if Robin went he would probably go with her), he would either get in education major and become a math teacher or some form of environmental degree

- His love language is quality time

- Among the three of them, Steve and Carol were the closest. Yes, Steve and Tommy met first, and yes they tend to call each other their best friends, but in actuality Carol and Steve were best friends. They have mean girl energy.

- He used to also play hockey when he was younger but stopped playing due to scheduling and shit. But he really liked it cause whenever he would practice there were these older figure skaters who would teach him figure skating (he kinda liked it more than hockey but he never told anyone)

- Speaking of scheduling, he is always tired due to his packed schedule. Since he was young, his dad forced him into a lot of sports and didn't really give him a break. Add that to his piano lessons, his jobs, studying that his dad forced him to do, friends, etc... he is just perpetually tired. And it fucked up his sleep schedule developing into insomnia as he got older

- Most of his and Eddie's dates are just them taking naps

- Once he meets Corroded Coffin they all become best friends. Like best fucking friends

- Specifically Steve and Jeff

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dodger-chan · 1 year

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I am, in general, not a fan of soulmates as a concept. But I got this idea on the train home from the hockey games I went to today and now I have 750 unedited words of literal soulmates platonic Stobin, set between seasons two and three.

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The girls locker room was Robin’s least favorite place in all of Hawkins. Too many undressed and half-dressed classmates who might think she looked at them too long, or notice her looking away too quickly. Too many opportunities to get found out, exposed.

“What the hell, Buckley?” Robin tensed. One of the senior girls, Jessica Howard was staring at Robin’s soulmark. “You’re Steve Harrington’s soulmate?”

“No?” It shouldn’t have been a question. Steve Harrington was rich and popular and exactly the kind of person who hated people like her.

“Those letters sure look like his.” The older girl jabbed her finger into Robin’s hip where the Russian words were printed. “Same nonsense.”

“It’s Russian.” Robin had been studying the language as best as she could in Hawkins since her mark came in. It was nonsense, from what Robin could tell. What was a square of stars, anyway? My mom said it probably meant I was going to marry a defector. Maybe he will, too?”

“I don’t know. They sure look like the same letters.” Beth Marks, another senior girl, was now studying Robin’s bare hip.

For fucks sake how many girls had Harrington slept with?

“I hope not. Steve Harrington’s an ass. I’d rather have no soulmate than him.”

It didn’t take long for the whole school to hear. Robin braced herself to hear from Harrington directly. Instead, she got Nancy Wheeler joining her in the cafeteria.

“Steve’s really not that bad.” No preamble, straight to business.

“Not that bad isn’t exactly a ringing endorsement.” Robin had regretted calling Harrington an ass almost as soon as she’d said it. Not that he wasn’t, but he could be the nicest guy on the planet and Robin still wouldn’t want to date him.

“So, I know he has a reputation, and it’s not entirely undeserved, but he’s really very sweet and kind. We didn’t break up because he was an ass.” Nancy fiddled awkwardly with the food on her tray. “I know it must be hard to find your soulmate so early, before you’ve had much time to date at all, but I do think you should give Steve a chance.”

“I’m not going to date your ex to assuage your feelings of guilt for cheating on him.”

Nancy flushed red, anger or embarrassment, stood abruptly and stalked away. It was unusually satisfying.

The next people to bother Robin about her soulmark were Harrington’s former acolytes, Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins.

“Show us.” Perkins demanded. They’d cornered her after band practice, practically pushed her into one of the girls’ bathrooms. The one no one used. The one where they wouldn’t be interrupted, however long they wanted to keep Robin trapped.

She should definitely just show them the mark and hope that was enough to get them off her case.

“I thought the only people who saw Harrington’s mark were the girls he fucked.” Robin looked from Perkins to Hagan. “I didn’t realize you three had that sort of relationship.”

“You bitch.” Hagan grabbed her shirt collar and pulled. Hard. Perkins did not seem inclined to stop him.

“The fuck are you doing?” A somewhat breathless Steve Harrington stood in the doorway. He stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind him. “Let. Her. Go.”

Hagan did.

The tension in the bathroom was intense. The hatred in Hagan’s glare, the anger in Harrington’s. The sparkle of delight Robin saw in Perkins’ eyes was the one that shook her the most.

“Get out.” Harrington snarled. Hagan started to reply, but his girlfriend beat him to it.

“Of course.” She placed a restraining hand on Hagan’s shoulder. “We only wanted to know if she really was your soulmate.”

From Perkins’ smirk, Robin thought the older girl considered it confirmed.

“Out.” Harrington repeated. Perkins led Hagan out. Harrington shifted his attention to her. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He turned to leave. “Wait. You don’t want to see? To be sure?”

“Why?” Harrington looked back at her. Without the anger he just looked tired. “You don’t want to be my soulmate. So why would it matter if you are?”

He made a good point. Lots of people never found their soulmate; it wouldn’t be weird for them to just assume they were in that category. In a couple of months, Harrington would be off at college. In another year Robin would graduate and get the hell out of Hawkins.

They never had to see each other again.

If the thought made her a little sad, she didn’t have to tell anyone.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #soulmates au #short ficlet #my fic

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seidenbros · 1 year

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Don't Panic, I'm a Mechanic - Part 2: The Book

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie x Shy!Plussize!Bookstore!Reader Warnings: modern AU, female reader, mention of masturbation, bit of smut mentioned, best friend Steve (for Y/N and Eddie), mutual pining, eddie &reader are 29/28 (let me know what I missed) Word Count: 1265 Author's note: here is Part 1, gonna make a masterpost at one point when I have more I guess. Summary: After knowing what book you were reading, Eddie bought a copy himself and man, did it leave him surprised and gasping because he did NOT expect you to read smut. of course, he has to talk to Steve about it, only to find out that you do not just read it...

See Jane Score. Of course, Eddie had remembered the name of the book and had gotten it the day after you all had hung out together. After he’d jumped into the water with you and had to get a bit of distance between your bodies so you hadn’t been able to realise that he’d gotten hard from being this close to you. Knowing just what book you were reading, seeing how shy you’d gotten about it, even flustered, yes, that had certainly made him even more curious.

That was why he hadn’t wasted any time in getting the book, had spent his free minutes at work reading it and he had to say that it was actually kind of interesting. He wasn’t the biggest hockey fan there was, but he knew the terms that were used in the book. He got so lost in the story, that at one point, one of his coworkers had to nudge his head to pull him back, because his break was over. And just when he was getting to the good part.

That night, Eddie lay on his sofa, some music on in the background while he reached for the book. But not just for the book, but for something else as well, because reading what was going on, he felt himself get so turned on. Not specifically because of what was being described in the book, but because he was imagining you and him in that scenario. He imagined his hand between your legs, nearly making you come. Imagined your lips on his stomach and on his dick. All that mixed with the memory of your body pressed flush against his made him come embarrassingly fast. No wonder you liked to read that kinda thing. It was just that he’d never expected you to read that. Not with how shy you always were. Still waters run deep, right? In your case, it really seemed to be true.

The next day, Eddie finished the rest of the book and went to see Steve. They had their weekly movie night, so Steve had already started Netflix and set the popcorn and beers on the table when Eddie arrived.

“Did you know she read that kind of stuff?” Eddie asked once the door opened, holding up the book, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Good evening to you, too, Eddie. Did you leave your manners at home again?” Steve tilted his head to the side, eyeing the book for a moment, before he stepped aside to let Eddie come inside.

“Sorry, sorry, but!” Eddie held up the book and shoved it in Steve’s face. “She's your best friend and you’re gonna tell me you had no idea that she’s reading porn? Try again, Harrington!”

Eddie walked past Steve, got rid of his shoes along the way, before he plopped down on the sofa.

“I have a general idea what she reads, but don’t read the same books, so I don’t exactly know what they are about.” Which was pretty much true. Only that he knew so much more than that, because you talked with him about certain books. And Steve was the one who always got to read the fics you wrote and published on Tumblr. Even the ones that were modelled after Eddie and Jesus Christ were they smutty! The book Eddie had handed to him was probably really tame compared to the stuff you came up with. But Eddie was right, nobody expected that from you. Not at all.

Steve took his seat on the sofa and handed the book back to Eddie.

“Oh well, then let me demonstrate.”

Eddie opened the book to one of the pages he’d dog-eared and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs. He cleared his throat before he read out loud.

“She took as much of him as she could into her mouth and tested the weight of his testicles in her palm.” Eddie glanced at Steve, trying to gauge a reaction from him, but he quickly looked back at the book, skipped a few sentences.

“‘You're so tight around me’, he gasped. She sucked in a breath, his breath, as he pulled out almost completely, only to bury himself so deep she felt him against her cervix.” Eddie closed the book, eyes wide as he looked at Steve. “This is what our sweet innocent Y/N reads?”

“Oh, she’s not that innocent,” Steve said with a smirk, before he could think better of it. “I’ve read worse stuff from her.”

“You have what now?” That caught Eddie’s attention, and he suddenly sat up straight. Forgotten the popcorn, the book, the movies… when it was about you, he gobbled up every kind of information, but that one especially. What was Steve referring to?

“I mean-” Steve’s face was drained of colour when he suddenly realised just what he’d said. “Forget that. I didn’t mean any of that.”

“Oh yes you did, Stevie boy!” Eddie’s eyes sparkled. If he’d heard correctly, Steve had said that you were writing stuff like that yourself, and that… man, he had to get his hands on that. Especially if Steve had already read that!

“”Please, Eddie… Just forget it. I should have kept my mouth shut.”

“But you didn’t, and now I know.”

The triumphant grin on Eddie’s lips made Steve want to punch him. He’d promised you that it was a thing between you two, that he wouldn’t breathe a word. He was your biggest fan after all, and he didn’t want to betray your trust. But he also knew that Eddie wouldn’t get off his back.

“You’ve read what she wrote? I mean, I always knew that she was a creative one, but that? Jesus Christ…” Eddie shook his head in amazement, really needing to get his hands on that.

“Yeah, I did. She’s got quite a few people liking her stuff.”

“She even publishes it somewhere?” Eddie’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head at that, while Steve bit his tongue.

“You don’t know this from me, okay? If she ever finds out I said anything about this, she’ll kill me and then she’ll run as far away as she can!” Because as much as you enjoyed writing all that stuff, you would be absolutely mortified if Eddie ever found that stuff. You’d pack your bags and start a new life in Alaska or wherever he wouldn’t be able to find you.

“Fuck I need to read that!” Eddie groaned, rubbing his hands over his face, through his hair, before he lifted it to tie it up again.

Steve knew that Eddie was into you, he knew that from you as well, and that was what made it so frustrating, because he couldn’t tell one of you without betraying the other, so he just tried to nudge you both into the right direction, but neither of you believed that the other one was genuinely interested. That didn’t mean that he would expose you like this to Eddie.

“Good luck with that,” Steve simply said, reaching for the remote to get to a different topic and start the movie.

“Aw come on, you have to tell me!”

“Nope. I’ve already put my foot in my mouth, so that’s something you’ll have to find out yourself, Munson.” Which… might not be so hard, considering you were both Lord of the Rings fans. Even Eddie had heard you say One does not simply walk into a bookstore multiple times with the same expression as Boromir in the movie. If he put that together, he had your tumblr name.

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The Draft

Part of the ❤️‍🩹🏒🦇Steddie Hockey AU!🦇🏒❤️‍🩹

A series by Teddyeyeswinchester x @lfaewrites

2.2k of tooth rotting fluff and smut

(A/N: I have slaved over this for days and days trying to get it perfect! Thank you to my lovely best friend @lfaewrites for writing this series with me and encouraging me while I wrote this. Hope you all enjoy this glimpse into the life of Bijou and Eddie!)

CW: fluff, nicknames (bonehead, bijou, sweets), eddie's missing teeth, oral ( fem & male rec), p in v, breeding kink, daddy!kink vibes, minors dni

I'd be so good to Ya- By @lfaewrites

You’re with him when he gets the call, the call that changed his life and set him off into a whirlwind of ice and pucks.

It sets a fire in his veins, and everything he has worked for is placed in front of him. His hard work all paid off when he heard the first ring. He answers the unknown call on your home phone with trembling fingers, your heart stops when you hear his voice croak out a soft, scared “Hello”.

Your heart picks up speed, and beats out of your chest when you see his mouth turn up into a huge Cheshire grin, his missing teeth on full display as a passionate “YES!” echoes off the walls and rings in your ears.

Shortly after he sees his picture displayed on your TV screen, fake teeth in, a smile on full display.

“And the first draft pick for the Hawkins Tigers…#69 Eddie ”The Monster” Munson!”

Wayne cries when he sees his picture, his Hoosier senior hockey picture bright on the screen.

Eddie hangs up the phone in enough time to see himself on the screen in your small house, he runs to you and picks you up off your feet, swinging you around with his forehead pressed against yours.

He's still swinging you around when he hears, “And the first draft pick for the Chicago TImberwolves #17 Steve “Le Loup Bleu Du Québec” Harrington!”

The next thing he can hear is the blood rushing in his ears, the squealing and jumping you are doing left to the back burner as his gaze is caught by the TV screen, a boy with perfect hair and the pinkest lips. He snaps out of it as fast as he fed into it, a familiar feeling of guilt and shame settling low in his belly when he looks at you, smiling up at him and smiling at the screen.

“That’s my Stevie! We grew up together, oh I’m so proud of him Eds!” He quickly settles down on the couch, nursing a beer as you skip to the kitchen to grab more wine for yourself.

In between wine and beer and soft kisses, you manage to squeeze Eddie into an old Hawkins Tigers jersey he had laying in his closet, polaroid out to take pictures of the boy. His smile is so bright it makes your heart bloom. He was so into the moment, he didn’t even bother to put in his fake teeth.

The two of you continue to sip your drinks, knotted up together on the couch and stealing kisses as he watches the rest of the draft. Wayne heads out halfway through, bidding you both a small “Goodnight” and jetting home.

As the draft bleeds into reruns of wheel-of-fortune, Eddie is distracted enough that he doesn’t even notice you slipping off the couch and into your shared bedroom.

You clear your throat, arms crossed as you look down at Eddie, his head shoots up, a smile cracking at his face as he realizes what you have on.

He lets out a goofy giggle, standing to grab your hand and place a kiss to it.

“Got one of my old Hawkin’s Tigers jerseys? Don’t even gotta worry about that old thing anymore, s’ from my fan days. Daddy’s on the team now- gonna have you decked out in all kinds of stuff, sweets,”

You shake your head, gripping his hand as you do a little twirl so your back is facing Eddie.

Hopper, being like a second dad to you and coach for the Hawkin’s Tigers, gave you the inside scoop on just who he was aiming for in his first draft pick. You immediately take this information and march to Joyce’s office, begging her to order you a jersey for a “special occasion”.

MUNSON

“Oh we’re so gonna sixty-nine..” He wolf whistles and spins you around, the oversized jersey skimming against your bare legs.

“Got another little surprise for you, bonehead,” You grab the edge of the jersey, lifting it just enough, pretty white lace thinly covering your center making Eddie’s legs go weak.

“S’ for me Bijou?” He questions, skin burning bright red on his cheeks.

“S’ always for you, Eds, My mean ol’ hockey player,” he grins at your words, hands gently extending to rest against your hips.

He whimpers at your words, his teddy bear eyes begging you to show him something more.

“Cmon’ now big boy, don’t get all shy on me…” You grab his hand, pulling him behind you as you guide him into the bedroom. You lead him to the bed, forcing him to sit down before you slot yourself between his legs and play with the hem of his jersey.

“M’ so proud of you baby,”

You pull at his top, striping it from his body before you lean down to kiss his full lips. You push at his chest, Eddie dramatically falling back with a little “oof”. Your hands rake down his sides, drinking in the ripples in his muscles, fingers tracing at scars, lips pressing into them softly which only makes him writhe.

“Please Bijou, need you so bad,” he gasps from above you, hips bucking off the mattress to chase some sort of friction. Your hands dip into his sweatpants pulling out his cock. It’s always been one of your favorite parts of him. So soft, thick and long.

You place kisses down his shaft, moaning loudly at how perfect he feels in your hand. You slowly move your hand up and down, his precum doing an ample job at reducing the friction that comes from tugging on his cock.

You lean down a little, taking one of his balls into your mouth, chin tickling against his hole. A moment flashes behind his eyes of the pretty little thing on his TV screen, slotted between his legs with you. He shoos the thought away, feeling guilty at the idea that he’d want two people in the bedroom. You’ve always been enough, why is he thinking about someone else in the equation, especially a man.

After he wills away the thought, bucking his hips up, cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag. You pull away from him and he takes advantage of the little distance between the two of you, sitting up and grabbing you under your arms. He lifts you, with ease, and plants you back onto the bed where it's his turn to kneel between your legs.

He licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit, cherry red lips suckling around the hardened nub. Your hands card through his hair, tugging softly at his curly locks to which he offers the neediest moan. Eddie, if one thing, is a whore for having his hair pulled. Once you tugged on the hair at the base of his neck when locked in a kiss and a new door slowly opened for the two of you to explore. It was after one of the most important college games of the year, you had a whole “celebration” planned for when you got home but Eddie couldn’t make it there. He took you in the back of his truck, you riding him as you tugged at the same hairs adorning the nape of his neck. He never came as hard as he did that night.

Eddie continues sucking on your clit, calloused hands teasing their way up to your hole, fingers swiping through your mess before pushing one finger in. His college championship ring cold against you as he slowly fucks the digit in and out. Upon realizing his ring is still on he takes it off, leaning up to take your ring finger in his hand before sliding the band onto your left hand.

“One day you’re gonna have a rock on that hand, sweets. Gonna buy you the biggest diamond, gonna be able to flash that thing at me while I’m on the ice, you’d like that huh? A little symbol showing everyone you’re mine?”

You nod dumbly, the tables turning as you let Eddie take the reigns in order to take care of you. He slots himself back between your thighs, pressing kisses from your knee back to your center. His fingers find their way back inside you, this time there are two petting at your velvety walls. He draws circles on your clit, fingers fucking into you at a consistent pace bringing you closer to the edge. You come with his name on your lips like a prayer, soft whimpers of “Daddy” coursing through the air and into Eddie’s mushy brain.

He pulls up once he's content with how much your thighs are shaking, little shocks running through them as you try to come down from your high. His hand raises to wipe at the bit of slick that had dripped down onto his chin, his stubble catching most of it and soaking the hair.

“Gonna fuck you now, flip you over and come all over this pretty little number you got on.”

You whimper at his words, flipping over willingly and pushing back against his groin.

“Or would you want me to come inside? Get you all round with my babies? Jus’ another way to let everyone know what's mine.”

He discards your underwear, the tip of his cock bumping against your hole, his large hand gripping the base and guiding it into you. He bottoms out, pistoning in slowly as to let you adjust to his size. No matter how may times Eddie fucked you, you always needed time to adjust to his size.

“You can move faster, bonehead,” you moan out, a little bite to your words causing Eddie to harshly snap his hips into you.

“Mm nope. Gonna take it slow tonight. Want you to feel how much I love you. Gonna take my time,” He picks up the pace just a tiny bit, the new speed still slow and sensual but doing the job.

You’re a blubbering mess by the time he has you on the edge, whimpers being muffled by the crumpled up bed spread. Sweat beads at the dip of your back, Eddie’s hand leaving your hip to wipe at his forehead. It’s been what feels like hours of Eddie pushing and pulling you toward and away from your orgasm.

“Think I’ve teased you enough, sweets? Gonna let you come now, come on baby come all over Daddy’s cock, you can do it Bijou,” His hips snap into yours at a much faster, relentless pace. It finally puts you over the edge, fire igniting and rushing through your belly as you clench around him. The pressure that's built up in Eddie’s admoned is about to snap. He pulls out briefly before little begs of “Inside, please Daddy inside,” come from your lips.

He places himself back inside you , hips moving at a consistent pace before he starts to stutter.

“Fuck Bijou, gonna come,” he keens before emptying himself inside you. He stills for a moment, his breath ragged as he tries to regain some composure and energy. Eddie finally pulls out a few moments later, his fingers coming to collect some of his cum and your release, pushing it back inside you.

He pulls his fingers out, flipping you back over and raising your leg to press a soft kiss to your ankle. He retreats to the bathroom , returning with a warm cloth. Slowly and gently, he wipes at your center, the warmth doing little to nothing to soothe the ache between your legs.

He’s quiet as he gathers clothes for the two of you. He offers you a pair of his boxers and an old Hoosier’s tee before climbing into bed beside you.

“How’d you know I was gonna get drafted by the Tigers?” He finally asks as he props himself up on his elbow and smiles down at you.

“A little birdie told me, duh Eds,” You quip back with a small giggle.

“A little birdie named Hopper?” he questions, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before turning over and cutting off the lamp on his bedside table.

“Yes bonehead, a little birdie named Hopper,”

That night he dreams, dreams of ice and pucks. Dreams of you in white. Dreams of you and your kids happily playing in a big backyard. But, what throws him for a loop the next morning, is the pink lipped stranger that weaseled his way into every dream he had that night.

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could anyone think of steve being a hockey player dating an actress!reader who eventually becomes a singer? | modern au

eddie was the one who presented them, you had been an actress in one of her video clips and part of the cast of the photoshoot of her new album, you looked like a diva or that’s what her classmates had said when she mentioned that she knew Eddie.

“y/n? i’ve heard that she’s a diva,” Lucas replied before drinking from his cup of coffee, “but it’s just rumors”

steve met you at the release party of Eddie’s album, you remember perfectly how steve didn’t know how to get close but you did it by telling him that you had seen one of his games almost nothing.

the rest? a beautiful history, it began with an exchange of numbers, night outings between friends, night outings became reservations in restaurants and private hotels just for the two of you, private and subtle trips but not so subtle gifts.

steve’s language of love was to give gifts, there was no day where there was no small arrangement of flowers, did you have to go to another state to record a movie? it doesn’t matter, he would send his assistant to look for the flower shop closest to the recording plate to be able to send you one personally, when they were together it couldn’t be better, on his days off he would drive to you without caring if he only had to see you for two minutes.

when you finally decided to go to a hockey game on your own as a surprise I made steve, you took your big hockey shirt that had steve’s number, your hair in a tail with a bow, just as I liked steve. you had released a record have nothing, your second studio album and steve had been mostly

with your phone in hand, t-shirt with the last name “harrington” and the number 85, you were in the box that belonged exclusively to steve, one that I had bought in case someone close to him wants to go see him, you were next to Robin when they focused on you and Max was next to you wearing a cap with the steve team. the islanders of New York

“y/n! the number one fan of our star player harrington!” one of the commentators spoke through the microphone while the cameras showed you and you only showed your number and your boy’s last name with pride

steve smiled from his place and threw a disgusting and very romantic kiss while shouting “that’s my girl” making the whole damn stadium scream

when the game ended everything had your face screaming, insulting and recording every game of steve, believe me you had never felt as good as now. you quickly ended up having questions about steve in an interview

“i liked hockey, you know? just because my stepfather is from Canada and because mostly the players are... beautiful and watching them run for a disco is usually fun” you answered the interviewer with a laugh “but honestly i love watching steve play and I probably tried to stretch my schedules to see him”

The rest publicly was history, steve barely knew how to use social networks but you couldn’t help but upload a post with him, especially in your favorite way, soft launch. small details, his hand on your thigh, a subtle photo of him reading on the sofa and your reflection in the big mirror they had in their living room.

when you and steve decided to go through the most serious things in addition to daring to share wardrobe and dressing room with the most vain man you have ever met in your existence, to commit, to love each other until the end of his days and if you wanted to start a family.

steve declared himself on one knee at the sweetest, private and most special dinner of all, he had cooked himself after appearing in surprise with his suitcases and sticks telling you that they had canceled the game and you foolishly believed him. a delicate ring but important enough for you and steve, he had an oval blue sapphire and a beautiful oval diamond of 5-7 carats

#steve harrington #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x shy!reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x f!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #hockey!steve harrington #bambi’s thoughts 💭#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ bambi’s fics

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My media this week (1-7 Jan 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 2022 Holiday Epilogues (Cat Sebastian) - all the previous years' holiday epilogues + new story for 2022

🥰👂‍ The Hobbit, or There and Back Again (The Lord of the Rings #0) (J.R.R. Tolkien, author; Andy Serkis, narrator) - Serkis is a great narrator, full-stop but he does a very good McKellen Gandalf voice and then, of course, he IS Gollum (which I totally didn't even think about until he did the voice!)

😊 Burns Like a Gin (And I Like It) (Ennaess) - 51K, Geraskier - pt 2 of Might Ignite It - very hot series but of course these two can't do anything without some tasty angst LOL

🙂 Star Star (poorlittlegreenie) - 93K, steddie modern fake dating AU

🥰 Are You Flagging? (soidade) - 40K, steddie, canon-divergent AU - very enjoyable with the key tags being: Friends to Lovers, idiots to lovers, Bisexual Disaster Steve Harrington

🥰 After the click of the shutting (aesc, pearl_o) - (pt 3 of a series) 96K, cherik age-difference AU, really loved how this dug into how they have to work to make their broken edges fit together

💖💖 +270K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Caleb Murphy Gets a Hug (Dira Sudis (dsudis)) - The Cabots series [Cat Sebastian]: Peter Cabot/Caleb Murphy, 2.3K - Yuletide 2022

Save the Date (Nabielka) - The Cabots series [Cat Sebastian]: Peter Cabot/Caleb Murphy, 1.3K - Yuletide 2022

Lifting (Spatz) - Sins of the Cities Series & Lilywhite Boys Series [KJ Charles]: Sukey & Emma, Justin Lazarus & Susan Lazarus, 1.8K - Yuletide 2022

a map of everyone who loves you (phonemicengineer) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 7K - gorgeous soulmark/soulflowers AU, tender and lovely

The Alexandrian Solution (Bexless) - Teen Wolf: Sterek, 5K - reread of a classic forever fave, still absolutely hilarious

Some Things Cosmic (stereobone) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 12K - a dream-sharing fix it fic, loved it

fate's in my hands (wearing_tearing) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 3.4K - very short but cute soulmark fic!

we miss being ruffians - Chapter 20: try to keep my skeletons in (napricot) - MCU: Stucky, 8K - this continues to be one of my fave series!!!!!

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Leverage: Redemption - s2, e8-9

Julie and The Phantoms - s1, e1-9

Hot Ones - Neil Patrick Harris Needs Magic to Escape Spicy Wings

Glass Onion

Uncoupled - s1, e1-2

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Our Opinions Are Correct - The Incredibly Strange Career of Anne Rice

Big Gay Fiction Podcast - Ep 411: From Hockey Fan to Hockey Romance Collaboration with L.A. Witt and Anna Zabo

It's Been a Minute - Millennials in Hollywood are making parents apologize on-screen

Vibe Check - A Test of the Emergency Rhythm Section

Switched on Pop - ICYMI 90s Music Canon

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Plant

Ologies with Alie Ward - Oneirology (DREAMS) with G. William Domhoff

Shedunnit Book Club - Book Club: Whose Body? by Dorothy L. Sayers

Renegades: Born in the USA - Our Unlikely Friendship

Into It - 2023 is the Year of Hollywood in Recession

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Medical Clowning Program

Off Menu - Ep 91: Joel Kim Booster

Our Opinions Are Correct - Encore Episode: Has JK Rowling destroyed Harry Potter fandom?

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Campfire Classics

Julie and The Phantoms (Season 1 soundtrack)

I'm Blue, Skies [Cheyenne Jackson]

Renaissance [Cheyenne Jackson]

Presenting Bonnie Raitt

By Women, For Women

Rockin' Around the Living Room

Endless R&B Throwbacks

This Is How We Do It: '90s R&B Party

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A gift for @sluggrr.

Code Red. They had a code red, and it was currently locked away in the cellar. It was a temporary fix for now, but they desperately needed backup. After several attempts by Dustin to get in touch with anyone over his walkie-talkie, he left to retrieve someone himself. Thus, he left Wendy on Dart-Patrol. More specifically, he left Wendy on, ‘Make-Sure-Dart-Doesn’t-Escape-Patrol.’ ( No pressure. ) So there she sat, gripping the hockey stick Dustin had supplied her and shifting her weight as she stares down at the cellar door. The padding she wears over her chest and legs squeaks with every move, which causes Wendy to hold her breath and hope the creature didn’t hear her and decide to have her for lunch.

❛ Do me a favor, little buddy, ❜ Wendy breathes, not daring to even whisper loud enough for Dart to actually hear, ❛ ... And don’t try anything funny. Okay? I’m armed. ❜ ( A hockey stick can’t be too different from a crowbar, right? It’s a little flimsier, and lighter, and easier to bite into and break... Yeah. No. She doesn’t want to think about that. )

The silence is welcome at first –– until, that is, the sun begins to set. Then, the silence becomes eerie. ( What the hell is taking him so long? ) Wendy begins to pace around the cellar door, which seemingly upsets the creature below her. She hears a growl, a shuffle, the sound of what she imagines to be several things getting knocked over. ( He’s really not happy about being trapped down there. ) So, the blonde stops moving, and the sounds from below cease soon after.

That silence is soon broken by the sound of an engine and a radio playing. ( Was Mrs. Henderson home? It was dark, after all; perhaps she had given up on her search for Mews for the night. ) Wendy’s questions are answered when she looks towards the direction of the sound of footsteps entering the yard –– and she’s met with the sight of Dustin, standing alongside none other than Steve Harrington.

She’s not entirely surprised to see him. After all, she knows he’s aware of, well... all of this, but Wendy expected Dustin to bring someone like Lucas, Mike, or Nancy. ( Was everyone else really missing in action? ) Regardless, Steve is here, there’s a creature in the cellar, and... Steve is looking at Wendy like she’s got five heads.

Wendy’s expression twists for a moment. She knows they drifted apart, and they hadn’t spoken since a courteous ‘are you okay?’ in the hospital last year, but Wendy didn’t think they were on bad enough terms to get such a stare from Steve. She’s about to make a defensive comment to him before remembering that she is wearing a ridiculous amount of padding and holding a street hockey stick like it’s a weapon. ( Okay, maybe she’d stare at someone dressed as ridiculously as she is, too. )

' I don’t hear shit. ’ Wendy’s thoughts are interrupted by Steve. ‘ He’s in there, ’ Dustin responds back, to which Wendy chimes in. ❛ I just heard him. I’ve been here the whole time. ❜ Steve, who does not seem satisfied with these responses, hits the cellar door with his bat several times before turning back towards Dustin and shining the flashlight in his face. ‘ Alright, listen, kid. I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you’re dead. ’ ‘ It’s not. ’ ‘ Alright? ’ ‘ It’s not a prank. Why would Wendy sit in my yard alone, in the dark, dressed like that for a prank? ’ ( Okay, Wendy is not a fan of his tone there. )

❛ Hey. You told me to wear this. ❜ Wendy points her hockey stick at Dustin. He begins to swat his hands at it, his eyes squinted all the while as Steve continues to shine the flashlight in his eyes. ‘ Get away from me. Get that out of my face. ’ Steve lowers his flashlight, now turning to Wendy. ‘ You got the key for this thing? ’ She nods, reaches into the pocket of her jeans, and tosses Steve the set of keys Dustin had given to her earlier. ❛ It’s the big silver one. ❜

As Steve hands Dustin the flashlight and unlocks the cellar door, Wendy removes the padding from her legs. She decides to keep the one over her chest, but she figures the bulky leg padding would only get in the way if they needed to run for any reason. ‘ Let me see that. ’ Steve takes the flashlight back from Dustin and shines it into the cellar. Wendy crawls forward on her knees and peers in as well. ( Nothing. )

❛ I watched Dustin smack him in. ❜ Wendy whispers. ‘ He must be further down there. ’ Dustin adds. ‘ I’ll stay up here in case he tries to escape. ’ Wendy and Steve look up at Dustin practically in sync. Steve is clearly already exasperated, but Wendy simply passes Dustin one of the hockey sticks they had used before. She isn’t going to argue with him. At the very least, he can smack Dart back down if he does happen to make it past both Steve and Wendy.

Steve makes his way down the concrete steps first, and Wendy follows close behind, still armed with her sad excuse for a weapon. She gestures towards the bulb hanging from the ceiling, which Steve promptly turns on. The room illuminates, and light reflects off some shiny, gooey substance that Wendy can only assume to be skin that Dart shedded. Steve picks the skin up with his bat and holds it up towards Wendy, and she mouths a, ‘shit,’ before turning around and continuing her investigation.

The investigation doesn’t last long. As Wendy turns, her attention is pulled towards the gaping hole in the wall that Dart definitely escaped through. ( That must’ve been the noise she heard earlier. ) She reaches her hand out and grabs Steve by the arm, tugging him to face the same direction as her. The two share an unnerved glance at the hole, and then at each other, before Dustin’s voice breaks the silence. ‘ Guys? Guys, what’s going on down there? ’ Even though Dustin’s voice isn’t loud, Wendy still jumps a bit. ❛ Shit. ❜ Steve turns and heads back towards the stairs, shining the flashlight up at Dustin. ‘ Get down here. ’

Dustin makes his way down to join them. He takes one look at the skin on Steve’s bat, and lets out an, ‘oh shit.’ ❛ It gets worse. ❜ Wendy adds, and Steve gestures towards the wall with his bat. ‘ Oh shit.’ Dustin, Steve, and Wendy close in on the hole, and Steve shines his flashlight in it. Dustin mutters a, ‘ no way, no way, ’ as they stare into it.

Well, Dart didn’t escape through the cellar door, but he did escape another way. Wendy takes the flashlight from Steve’s hand and crawls a bit closer to the hole. She peers in to get a better look at the tunnel Dart dug for himself. ( How the hell did he accomplish this in between the time Dustin left and came back? )

❛ Well... that’s not on me. ❜ Wendy quips weakly as she shines the light into the tunnel. There was no way she could’ve predicted this outcome. Dustin stares blankly ahead, down the poorly lit corridor. Wendy turns to him, and she can practically see the gears turning in his head. ‘ Yeah, no kidding. ’

Steve lets out a breath before he looks back towards Wendy. ‘ You didn’t hear it do any of this? ’ Wendy shakes her head. ‘ It broke the wall. ’ All she can do is give Steve a helpless shrug. ❛ I thought he was just throwing a hissy fit. ❜ Steve opens his mouth to say something else, but Dustin chimes in. ‘ Dart can have a little bit of an attitude sometimes. ’ This elicits a confused look from Steve, but Dustin pays it no mind. He’s already deep in thought, pacing around. ‘ We can’t just let him wander around out there. We need to catch him. ’

Steve and Wendy share one more glance. They’re really in for it now.

#dyn / sluggrr.#I HOPE THIS IS GOOD I CAN'T EVEN TELL #IT'S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I'VE WRITTEN ANYTHING

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hex's stranger things fic list

currently working on: the steddie hockey au sequel!

recently completed

when they raise the landing gear (will your heart stay here?) | 10k+ | Steve meets Eddie for the first time in 1939. A non-linear Notebook AU following ten years of moments in Steve's life.

see you at the drive in (wish I was in your ride) [E] | 13k | Five times Eddie goes on dates with other people, and the one time where he finally goes with Steve.

multi-chapters

carve your name into my chest ⭐️ [E | tw slurs] | 42k+ . 8/8 | Eddie Munson just wanted to play hockey. And now he's at the top of his game, one of the best players in the NHL. Everything would have been perfect... if it wasn't for the small matter of the thing he's got going with his long time rival, goalie Steve Harrington.

clean ice, cold hearts, can't lose ⭐️ [E] | 17k+ | 1/1, part of the hockey verse | Steve Harrington is at the very beginning of his NHL career, eager and ready to take the hockey world by storm with nothing else to distract him. Nothing except his newest rival's criminally talented tongue.

make this inn our own | 65k . 15/15 | Steve Harrington leaves Hawkins immediately after he graduates when a family secret tears him away from his grandfather, Otis. The Party manages to defeat Vecna without him, and things carry on as normal, at least, until Otis dies and leaves Steve his Inn, setting him off on a Hallmark-esque journey back towards his true path in life.

same as it ever was [E] | 49k . 10/10 | In 1986, Steve and Eddie grow close after the Party defeats Vecna, until Eddie disappears one night. Five years later, in 1991, Eddie crashes back into Steve's life, ready to tear down the walls Steve has painstakingly built around his heart.

i met your ghost (he followed me) [E] | 30k . 7/7 | Five times Steve sees Eddie's ghost, and one time he sees something different.

there'll be a riot (cause I know you) ⭐️ [E] | 10k . 2/2 | Eddie's a rockstar with unhinged sexual energy, and Steve's a new fan just hoping to be noticed in the crowd.

one shots

something wretched (something so precious) [E] | 14k | Five times Eddie’s in charge and their first time, when it’s Steve’s turn.

you can keep your boots on baby (I'm a woman not a lady) ⭐️ [E] | 14k | Chrissy Cunningham wants to get laid, and she thinks that inviting her coworker Robin to her favourite country bar is a great way to do it. (She's right.)

we do not stop 'til nightfall [E] | 5k | Eddie shows Steve Lord of the Rings, and Steve learns quite a few things about himself.

no telling where you might be swept off to [E] (sequel to nightfall, can be read alone) | 6k | Eddie continues their game, and Steve thrives on his attention-or lack thereof.

the angel of small death and the caffeine scene [E] | 7k | Steve's a barista, and grows increasingly flustered the more he interacts with his new favourite customer Eddie.

I thought I knew what love was (what did I know?) | 5k | Three times Eddie doesn't go in Steve's pool, and one time he does.

tumblr drabbles

steve is going to leave eddie's body, because of course he is

it's the fourth time steve has to call the ambulance that does it

musings on CODA Robin Buckley

soft morning sun, ft. a devastating addition by a friend

#hex is writing #hex writes stuff #my stuff #figured it was time for a pinned post #get this all in one place #also why am i so bad at tagging #it took me so long to find all those drabbles hahaha #anyways!#enjoy!#steddie #buckingham

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cockasinthebird · 4 years

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I will PAY you to write that ice skater/hockey player au, omg

Dear Anon, I wanted to post this yesterday, but I wasn’t home all day; hope you see this and know that I enjoyed writing every bit of it, love you!

It's 5am when Steve pulls up to the skating rink. He's been awake since 4 o'clock, had a healthy breakfast of yogurt topped with fresh berries and nuts, drank several cups of coffee, not counting the one currently sitting in the BMW's cup-holder.

When he finds time in the mornings to practice before school, he wears a pair of tight joggers pants on top of his racer-back unitard, because more than once has he been late for school due to how caught up he gets in his training, and quickly learned to wear something that can fit underneath jeans and a polo when there's no time for a shower.

Yeah it's 5am in the fucking morning, the sun hasn't even started peeking out from the pine tree horizon, and Steve sighs with exasperation as he recognizes a distinct blue camaro parked as the only other car here that doesn't belong to the faculty.

Two months ago, Billy Hargrove and his little family had moved to town. The two of them had never really spoken to one another yet, but apparently he made quite the impression at Tina's Halloween party when he did a keg stand and beat someone's record; Steve doesn't care, doesn't drink.

No his coach has him on a pretty strict life schedule. Eat this, wear that, practice every day like your life depends on it. And honestly? It feels like it does. Because Steve knows he's not exactly “book smart” or whatever, but becoming an Olympic figure skater is something far more feasible than him getting into any college.

So he puts on his expensive, dark green Ralph Lauren overcoat, grabs his bag with skates and a change of clothes, then leaves the warmth of his car to trudge through tall snow.

Steve walks straight from the front hall and into the rink, drops his bag with a loud thud onto a bench, and follows right along to sit down and tear off his untied boots still adorned with thick snow, just to swiftly replace them with his skates and lace them up nice and tight.

He stands up and looks around, breathes calmly so that it wouldn't interfere with how attentively he listens for even one single sound in the whole building, lifts his head in hopes of getting a better look around. He saw the fucking car, Billy's car, and that can only mean that he's somewhere around, but... it's completely silent; dead as the grave and empty like school on a Sunday.

But why would he even be here? At the Hawkins Ice Rink? Maybe he's just parked there because it's conveniently close to some other destination, such as... it doesn't matter.

What matters is the ice, freshly resurfaced and ready to taste the steel of Steve's polished skates, the blade sharp enough to cut through wood in one simple swoop.

He stands up, walks with perfected practice to where carpet changes to ice, pulls the headband from his neck and into his hair, and-

Smoothly pushes off, gently over the frozen water, white and shiny.

There is an instant satisfaction; a serene bliss that brings him from the dark and gloomy life he leads with a disgruntled dad and homophobic slurs, into the light of what his future will be, filled with gold medals and roses at his feet, fans cheering in the stands as the judges holds up 10 10 10's across the board, so far away from shitty little Hawkins, Indiana, to the Olympics in France, Italy, Switzerland, Japan, who knows where to next.

Feels the wind in his hair as he picks up the speed, hears how his blades cuts through the ice below, and if he closes his eyes he's convinced that this is what flying must feel like, what true freedom is. To move effortlessly, to soar.

And he opens his eyes then, to gaze over his shoulder as he does an easy turn to glide across the rink backwards. He moves towards the middle, picking up speed, hair whipping back, and he lifts up his foot, jumps majestically into the air, arms pulled close as he twirls around like a ballerina with wings, then lands back on the same foot, continuing across the ice.

A perfect triple toe loop.

He knows very well how beautiful that looks. Sure it's an easy jump, nothing that will win him any prizes, but it has become such an effortless thing now that it feels incredibly freeing.

Transitions with no stuttering movement into a simple camel spin; one leg extended into the air in parallel form with the ice and his torso at the same level, forming a tight T with his body as he turns around himself with the world in a pretty blur before his eyes.

But he nearly loses all balance, as a voice echoes loudly-

“What the fuck are you doing here, Harrington?”

And Billy stands by the edge of the rink, leaning against the railing, a wry grin cut across his face, mullet tied back in a bun. He's dressed head to toe in hockey gear, his helmet in hand.

Steve's heart beats so hard and fast that it's beyond painful. Slightly breathless from his warm up, mouth open and hands on his hips. He has competed several times in front of a full audience, worn clothes tighter than these, yet he has never felt so unnecessarily exposed before.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” he shouts back and rolls his eyes, wanting to ignore the brute laughing at him, but his gaze falls right back to where Billy now pushes onto the ice.

There's a safe distance between them now, but Billy continues moving closer, so Steve starts moving away, backwards still with his hands firmly on his hips.

“How long were you staring for?”

Their pace is calm as Billy follows right in Steve's tracks.

“What? Think I been standin' there admiring the view?” his tone mocking, grin just so, but the way his tongue darts out is almost... suggestive? “I went to get in gear, and when I come back there's some fairy prancing around on the ice here.”

“Didn't know our school has a hockey team.” Steve decides to let the remark slip, but that's become such an easy thing from bullies like this Californian trash bag.

“We don't. But there's a local club that plays a few times a month, and basket gets boring quick when you're this good at it.” Billy lowers his brow and his grin grows wicked. “Hockey is much more... brutal.”

And he picks up the pace. Steve too, but Billy doesn't stop; continues to go faster, now so close that Steve can see just how clear blue those eyes are, pinned to his own honeyed brown.

Billy gives Steve a crude shove with his shoulder as he passes him by; sending the figure skater spinning a few times before he's now the follower, and Billy sticks out his tongue between shiny teeth as he notices Steve giving chase.

Faster again till their hair starts dancing in the wind, and with long, gracious strides, Steve's up next to where Billy is grinning something so dangerously. And the brunette can't help but smile as well, although less maniacally so.

“You got a shitty form, Hargrove,” Steve says as he scans the way Billy's slightly hunched over, legs all too far apart, elbows out.

“Oh so you are looking then?” Billy laughs and winks with those thousands of eyelashes.

And Steve feels himself nearly smile as wide as all the girls do when Billy turns his charm their way.

“Hockey isn't about being all queer and graceful, it's about being tough with a low center of gravity.”

Ignoring the slur, Steve asks, “You think I'm 'graceful'?” and grins all cocky.

But Billy's own lips fall from where they were curled around his mustache. “Yeah, like a fucking girl.”

“And you don't like girls?” Steve laughs now, and the sudden anger in Billy's eyes only makes it even more amusing.

“I do,” his tone is flat.

“Then I'll take it as a compliment.” Steve is almost convinced he catches a nervous smile on Billy's lips at those words, but the jock speeds up before he's too sure.

And Steve does too, faster even, surpassing Billy far enough so that he can safely make a sudden curve in front of him. Loves the little shocked “fuck!” as Billy brakes.

Steve then turns to look at the hockey player, who's smiling and following along with rampant speed, something that will hurt if he could get to slam into Steve, but with grace he swerves out of the way of the raging bull.

Billy shaves the ice when he makes a recklessly sharp turn, and aims for Steve once more with his tongue out and wagging, eyes wide with intent.

A smile spreads on Steve's face at how eager Billy continues being with this little dance they're doing, and sets off towards him. Sweat is starting to form on his brow, and maybe his thighs and hips are quivering slightly, but this is so exhilarating and fun.

Billy braces himself for collision, and Steve bends forward, their eyes frozen together in an intense stare in a game of chicken. But seconds before they would have broken each others noses no doubt, Steve slips aside once more with a flourish.

Yet feels a hand grip on to his own, as Billy makes a shocking smooth curve around to reach for Steve's hand, but with no preparation between either of them for such a move, they spin out of control for a few short seconds, both of them struggling on uncertain feet to find a common rhythm, before they fall onto the ice.

The hit Steve takes to the back of his head hurts all the way in his teeth, and his entire face pinches together in a pained grimace. He knows this is going to turn into a headache that will last him for the rest of his day. Lying still with exhaustion and pain on the chilled ground, he feels air blowing across his skin, and when he opens his eyes...

Billy's only inches away. Out of breath, panting with an open mouth and a near terrified look in his pale eyes, as he stares down at Steve, hands on either sides of a quickly reddening face.

They share air in silence for far too long before Billy says, “In hockey, always predict your opponents moves.” And he stands up.

Steve raises up on his elbows as he watches Billy slowly skate away, something so hesitant about his moves now, no more macho bravado to his posture.

But he stops with a hand on the glass of the rink, and looks over his shoulder at where Steve remains floored. This far away, he can't tell his expression, but can clearly hear the words-

“See you next time, pretty boy.”

#Anonymous #Answered #Harringrove #My Writing #Almost 2k words just flowed so easily #I wrote it all in one sitting right after I got this hahaha #but it was in the middle of the night so I didn't wanna post it right away #man imagine how limber Steve would be #how easily he can just....... bend #I did re-write this a lot because I wanted it to be playful #but kept getting angry??? like no I'm trynna write something fun #because Billy is super closeted obvs #and he feels like he can finally be himself a bit more with Steve around #on the ice alone together #so he struggles to be less aggressive #Man I did a lot of research for this #but I've always enjoyed figure skating #fucking shit man the elegance of it all #and ice hockey IS HOT up until you see how many teeth they're missing #if I were to write this #I would have Billy loose a tooth or two #BUT IN THE BACK #a molar #because I refuse to ruin his gorgeous grin #That'll be 20 dollars please #18 for the words and 2 as a tip #I'm joking ofc #thank you for your message!!!!

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sidmalkin · 5 years

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Top 5 Fan Fics

as of march 2019 but in no particular order

Misfits (NC-17 ll 19,917 words)

(STAR WARS CROSSOVER, Matt/Techie) Matt (short temper, disturbing fixation on Kylo Ren, snores) and Techie (night terrors, excessive jumpiness, “creepy” eyes) have both become notorious for driving their bunkmates to request a room change. General Hux is tired of processing the admin work they create. He assigns them to bunk together. They’ll either deal with it or lose their jobs.

Pet (NC-17 ll 100,250 words)

(INCEPTION, Arthur/Eames) Arthur is in his final year of high school and finds himself entirely too interested in the new English teacher.

The Places You’ve Come to Fear the Most (NC-17 ll 9,882 words)

(GENERATION KILL, Brad/Nate) Brad Colbert loves exactly three things: his Yamaha R1, the United States Marine Corps and Nathaniel Fick.

In Waves (NC-17 ll 45,095 words)

(STRANGER THINGS, Billy/Steve) It’s March and it’s too cold for Billy to be shirtless and wearing shorts, but he hadn’t noticed until Harrington appeared and made him hold still. Harrington can’t seem to stop looking at the bruises. “What’s it to you if I miss a little school, Harrington?” Billy asks. He feels goosebumps rising on his skin.

Pond Ice and the In Between (PG-13 ll 48,284 words)

(HOCKEY, Sid/Geno) The coffee shop AU that is still somehow all about hockey.

#ask for ts #anonymous #ask #i can't believe u had the AUDACITY to ask me this....

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thebumblebeetumbletree · 5 years

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Hockey AU

Just had a hockey game (we lost 😞) and this idea suddenly came to me while I was on the bench! I really like this idea and thought I'd share it!

Steve had never been to an ice rink. His parents were never really into taking him places, except maybe dinner parties. But that was only for his dad's employees and benefactors, the Harrington's couldn't be known as an estranged family, that just wouldn't do. And it wasn't like there was time for Steve to go to one, not when he was playing a metaphorical tug of war with college and taking care of the gang.

But when Nancy called, asking him to come to her skating recital, Steve couldn't say no. It helped that Jonathan would be there too, to unknowingly remind him that he and Nancy were happy. That she and Steve were better off as friends and nothing more.

When he later asked Jonathan what time he should be there, his answer came between bites of food. “I'm gonna be there for five. Nan's program won't start until seven, but she likes to get there early to stretch and sign in.” Steve nearly smacked the french fry from Jon's grasp, if only to remove the besotted look that filled his eyes as he talked of Nancy. “You can come sometime between there or come when early. I'll be taking pictures for the ice rink,” he said this proudly and clearly, the food forgotten to share Steve with this newest achievement.

“That's- that's great man,” Steve clapped him on the arm and made a promise to come early so he wasn't alone for the two hours.

Of course, right after the conversation, Steve had to hightail it to the school, having completely forgotten about Dustin before racing home to study for an upcoming exam. So, really, Steve couldn't be blamed for going to the rink earlier than what Jon suggested. Even if earlier meant four o'clock.

Steve had never been to an ice rink before and so wasn't prepared to walk into a wall of cold air when he'd literally just left the outside. And it was like walking outside, the air was frigid and biting. Making the tips of his ears burn and his nose runny. Steve just thanked his lucky stars he thought to bring a hat and gloves.

He also was thanking a higher being for the forethought to wear a sweatshirt with the hood up, as it very easily hid the sudden and flaring blush that splashed across his skin. Steve had expected to see people skating of course, but he assumed it would be women practicing salchows or toe loops. Not men hustling up and down the ice, a stick in their hand and a look of violence lurking in their eyes. He especially wasn't prepared for the way the crowd went wild as a man slammed another man into the boards, their jeers and catcalls making his ears ring.

Steve blinked, taken aback by the barely restrained violence that was being displayed before him. Without a thought to whether he should walk around and actually bother looking for Jonathan and Nancy, Steve stepped forward, pressing himself to the plexiglass in hopes of seeing more of the hockey game.

It was as he leaned forward, too focused on the sight of muscled men wrestling for the rubber puck, that Steve completely missed the oncoming hit. The poor unsuspecting man was slammed into from behind, knocking into Steve and while he couldn't actually fall into him, the force of the hit had the boards bowing outward and into Steve, who staggered back under the force.

When he regained his footing, he glanced up in irritation, only to be greeted to the sight of the enforcer. The man was gorgeous, blue eyes, blonde hair that was curling at his nape most likely due to the helmet and sweat, his shoulders were broad, but not broad enough to suggest he was only brute strength. And while all of that registered in the back of Steve's mind, the one thing that was at the forefront of his brain, was the man's tongue. Which stuck out of his mouth as he wrestled the puck away from the other player, all the while pinning him to the boards.

Somehow, between holding the man in place and fighting for the upper hand, the man glanced up, his eyes suddenly focusing in on Steve and rooting him to the spot. With a downright dirty flick of his tongue, the man winked at Steve before flicking the puck away with a twist of his wrist. Steve could only imagine what that wrist could do in a whole other situation.

Steve was so focused on the guy and his wiggling appendage that he completely ignored where the puck went, until, that is, the puck smacked into his shoulder before bouncing down to his fumbling hands. He caught it and quickly made eye contact with the guy, who grinned and wiggled his eyebrows, completely ignoring the ref and the other players.

Under the sounds of the fans, the refs whistle and the sudden voice of Jonathan calling his name, Steve distinctly heard the player. Either that, or he'd suddenly developed the skill to lip read.

His words had Steve flushing and his grip tightening on the puck, “you can give that to me later pretty boy.” It didn't even matter that he had no clue what the guys name was or that he'd just met him, and even that was pushing it, Steve suddenly couldn't wait for later.

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buckybardot · 6 years

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If You Need Me - Part 2

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Dickhead!Billy Hargrove x Reader if you squint

PART 1

Summary: In which If You Need Me by The Rolling Stones becomes you and Steve Harrington’s song over a period of time.

A/N: Woo, baby, did I have a hell of a time writing this. Sorry it took so long, but I think you’ll enjoy it hopefully. I’m also thinking about 4 parts in total? Unless you guys want me to do more? Also, Billy doesn’t really make a big appearance on this one but it mentioned several times.

Warnings: cursing, crappy writing, slow-burnish, etc.

Word Count: 3998?

“Said if you want me

Why don't you send for me

Said if you want, want, want

All you gotta do is send for me

Don't wait too long

Just a pick up your phone

I'll be there

Right there, where I belong”

You slowly start to come to consciousness, to comfortable in your current state to open your eyes. Wrapped up in warm blankets, cuddled into the soft couch, and a weight over your middle.

Turns out, once your eyes shot open, that weight was Steve’s arm, draped over your side and holding you securely to his body. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt his breath fan the side of your face, and his fingers twitch across your stomach. Just to prove to yourself that this moment was real, you lifted your hips and butt-scooted as close as possible to Steve’s own hips without waking him up. Hell yeah, this was real.

For a moment longer, you quieted your thoughts as you felt and listened to Steve’s breathing, his chest rising up and down with your own. Something about being close to him was soothing, not just physically but emotionally as well. You haven’t been this ‘close’ to someone in...well, ever. And you had to admit it felt fantastic. Especially with Steve.

But if Steve was awake, would he want this?

Suddenly thoughts of doubt came rushing through, your stomach twisting. What if Steve wakes up, and he freaks out about spooning you? Last night he seemed friendly and kind with you, making sure you were okay, but did he think of you as more of a friend? Would he want this? You slowly pulled Steve’s tight grip off of you, hoping to god he wouldn’t wake up. Successfully scooting away from him, you lifted the blanket to stand, turning around to look at him.

He looked so blissful, nearly drooling on the pillow, hair ruffled around more than usual. You imagined that if he did feel the same about you, you could get right back into your spot and curl up into him again. You could run your hands through his thick locks and kiss his neck till he woke up, while his own hands could run distractedly over your skin. If only.

You forced your eyes away from his form, turning to walk down the hall. A shower. That’s what will help take your mind off things.

Once you shut the door to the bathroom, you started to peel off the top bandage, wincing as the adhesive stuck to your skin. Looking in the mirror you observed the thick slit of dried blood above your eyebrow, making your black eye seem less obvious. The second cut matched the first, bringing a lot of attention to the left side of your face. As for your busted lip, it looked about the same.

Sighing and pulling off the rest of your clothes, you started the running water. Steve would be able to hear the shower when he woke up, right? Yeah, he’d be fine. Hoping in, you ran your hands through your hair, making sure the water soaked through all the way. You could feel the dull ache in the back of your head as your fingers pass over the bump that formed overnight. This whole situation was going to be so fun to explain to your Mother.

“Now, remember, money for food on the counter, fresh cookies on the oven, and Dustin has a sleepover tonight. I’ll be back Monday night, you're going to have to get your brother to school too.” Claudia spoke, grabbing her purse off the table.

“I know Mom, I’ve got this.” You laughed, leaning against the side of the counter. She turned to give you a loving look, opening her arms for a hug. You hugged her back, breathing in the flowery smell of her perfume. She sighed, “I just worry about you both. You can’t blame me though. One of my baby’s a young adult, I should be nervous anyhow…”

You laughed at her, letting go and taking a step back to hand her her coat. “You can keep calling me that, but the descriptive term ‘adult’ is never going to stick.” Claudia laughed as well, shaking her head before a light bulb went off in her brain, “Oh, and if that Steve Harrington boy comes over, I expect you to use protection, because we both know I can’t really stop you-”

“MOM!?” You exclaimed, mortified by the sudden change of topic, “He doesn’t like me like that!” Claudia rolled her eyes playfully, “Come on, you don’t have to lie to me. I see the looks you both give each other when your all hanging out with the kids. I just adore watching your puppy love, it’s just like me and your Father where when we were young-”

“Please, please, please stop talking! You need to get on the road!” You begged, starting to push her out the door in hopes she wouldn’t notice the hot flush filling your cheeks. “Okay, okay, fine. I love you so much, and don’t forget to feed Tews!” She said, kissing your cheek before you finally got her out of the doorway. “Bye, Mom!”

You suddenly heard a loud knock, jerking you out of your thoughts, and a voice follows, “Y/N, you in there? Are you alright?” You shook your head with a soft smile at Steve’s worried questions. Ever since he pretty much adopted the kids, he became such a worrisome dad-figure. Or mom-figure. “Yeah, I’m just showering, I’ll be out in a minute!” You shouted.

From the other side of the door, Steve’s mouth twitched up in a concerned frown, something not settling right with him. Why was the fact that you didn’t wake him up first bothering him? I mean, Y/N probably just wanted to let him sleep in. Of course, that was it, she’s always considerate. Steve turned to walk back down the hallway, dragging a hand through his knotted hair. An idea struck his head when his eyes met with the couch again, what if Steve was just upset because he wanted to wake up with you?

He envisioned you and him laying together on the couch, entangled in each other's limbs. His hands gliding slowly up your sides as he pecked your lips until you woke up. Your tired eyes would flutter open to meet his, your signature giggle bubbling from your chest as you kissed him back. He could roll over you, pinning you beneath him and wishing you good morning, breaking from your mouth to kiss down your jaw and neck. You could whisper sweet nothings in his ear, and he could drown in his own happiness…

Steve shook his head lightly, blinking a couple times. No. He could not keep doing this to himself if he wasn’t sure you didn’t feel the same way. Especially after this whole fiasco with Billy. Steve couldn’t do that to you.

A door opened behind him as footsteps started coming closer, Steve turning around involuntarily. Of course, there you were standing in only a wrapped towel, wet hair draped over your shoulder.

“Hey, I just remembered I gotta pick up Dustin. If you wanna come, I can drive us, but I don’t know what time you have to be home,” You said, going completely oblivious to Steve staring at you like he wanted to have you right there and then. He cleared his throat, just managing to rip his eyes away from your body and to your face. “Uh, yeah, that’d be cool. I got nothing else to do and my parents don’t really care so…”

You smiled curiously at him, a little concerned at how distracted he was, “Alright, well, I gotta get dressed and dry my hair real quick.” And with that, you started climbing the stairs.

Steve couldn’t help his boyish hormones as he watched you, hips swaying beneath the towel and water dripping down your legs still. He groaned to himself, swiping his hands over his face. This girl was going to be the death of him, whether or not she knew it.

“LEMME AT HIM, NO ONE HURTS MY SISTER AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!” Dustin shouted, Steve holding him back by the hood of his jacket as he tried to bolt for the door.

Steve sighed, watching Dustin’s flailing arms, “Not happening, Dipshit, I already tried.”

After you had arrived at the Wheeler household, the kids demanded to be told what happened when they saw your bruised face, Dustin the most persistent. As you told them the story, you felt terribly pathetic at how easily it sounded Billy had beaten you senseless. Eleven could kill demodogs like it was nothing, and Max nearly ripped her brothers nuts off with the nailed bat, and you couldn’t even land a solid blow. You really didn’t understand why the kids looked up to you, anyhow. Nancy and Jonathan were just as taken aback as the kids, Jonathan in general anger and Nancy brewing in thought. You even told accidentally everyone how Steve had slept over because he had to patch you up. Speaking of the devil, Steve finally let go of Dustin and moved to sit down on the recliner you stood by.

“Y/N, are you sure we all don’t need to go find him and whoop his butt?” Will spoke, standing beside the couch where the others sit. You shook your head, smiling at him softly. Will was such a softy most of the time, it made you happy when he got protective, something resembling Jonathan. This time, Max spoke up, “Seriously, I really wouldn’t mind killing him today.”

“Nah, it’s fine, guys. I’m pretty sure he was too drunk to remember it anyways,” You reassured, looking around the room for some place to sit. “I’m still not convinced. I think I should grab my hockey stick and shove it up his ass,” Dustin huffed, arms folded.

“I’m going to pretend I disapprove of that statement,” You muttered, Steve laugh-scoffing as he was the only one to hear you. “Nah, he already has a stick up his ass,” Max added, making the room bubble in laughter.

“So, what did you guys do last night?” You asked the group, wanting to change the subject. “Well, I got a new die for El so we were finally able to create her character,” Mike added, glancing lovingly at Eleven. Lucas started to add something in on the conversation, but you focus turned to the dull ache you started to feel in the back of your head again. As if Steve could read your mind, he spoke up from next to you. “Hey, do you need to sit down?”

You glanced down at him, his big warm eyes concerned. “No, no, it’s okay. You don’t need to move.”

“Oh, come on, I can see your head is bothering you. If you faint, I’ll feel like it’s my fault,” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes, “I don’t want to make you get up.”

“Well...you could just sit on my lap.”

Your nerves attempted to leap out of your body once his statement reached your brain, and you turned to look at him again. “Are you sure?”

You saw a flicker of doubt on his face like he wasn’t sure that was a smart move on his part before it was replaced by his usual confidence. “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

You moved in front of him and sat down sideways, your legs perpendicular to his, hanging over the edge of the chair. Your back was resting against the arm of the chair as well, Steve’s own arm coming to rest over your lap. He laughed lightly when he noticed how uncomfortable you were in your position. “If that’s hurting your back you can lean into me if you need.”

You smiled slyly after a moment, deciding you needed to step up your game, “I think I’m gonna have to take you up on that offer since, you know, you were pretty comfortable last night.” After ‘snuggling’ into his side, Steve cocked an eyebrow with a smirk, “Oh, I was?”

You nodded, “Mhmm,” repressing a giggle with a mischievous closed mouth smile. Steve’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, glancing at your own, “Well, maybe next time you won’t have a concussion. That way I can be a little rough.”

Your mouth gaped open, slapping his chest. “Steve Harrington, if these dipshits hear your assumptions will be made, and I will never hear the end of it,” You giggled.

“And what’s so wrong with assumptions?” He said cockily.

Before you could reply, Dustin cleared his throat from across the room. “Steve, May I speak to you in the kitchen for a second.”

Steve gave him a questioning look, turning to you again. “I’m pretty sure he’s about to hound me. I’ll be back,” He told you as you moved off of him, his hand gracing your lower back as he walked past.

Once Steve entered the kitchen, he saw Dustin waiting for him against the counter, foot tapping the floor. “What do you want, punk?”

“When did you decide to go after my sister?” Dustin asked blatantly, catching Steve a little off guard. Steve’s mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words, only to have Dustin cut him off again. “Okay, you know what, I’m okay with this cause your not a douche anymore. But I swear if you hurt her in any way I will have El open the Upside Down and I’ll throw you down there myself.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down and stop threatening me-”

“I HAVE A NATUral born right to threaten you with trying to bag Y/N, Steve! You should have told me before you started flirting with her!”

Steve waved his hands in front of him, “Dude, what do you want me to do?! Ask for your blessing?”

“YES!”

“Oh my god, Dustin, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you right now.” Steve sighed, placing his hands on his hips after defending himself. Dustin huffed, eyes still shooting daggers at Steve’s soul. “Y/N is my sister. She had never been in an actual relationship before, I told you that. I knew you asked questions before, but it didn’t occur to me that you were interested until I saw you smiling like a dork when she got on your lap.”

“Okay, so then what are you complaining about?”

“I’m complaining because Y/N is a very emotionally driven person. She gets attached to things really easy and if you work your way into her heart and then drop her like it’s nothing, your going to be the one who gets a hockey stick up the ass. ALSO, did you do anything last night with her?”

“No, Dustin, of course not. She had just gotten into a fist fight over her dignity and you think I’m going to make a move?” He rolled his eyes hard, finding this conversation completely ridiculous. Dustin nodded, grumpy expression still plastered on his face, “Good.”

Steve bit the inside of his lip, “Anything else to add, Mr. Henderson?” He said bitterly.

“Oh, yeah, and since you didn’t warn me she’s your new destination, I’m gonna delay your flight for a little while,” Dustin stepped up to pat his shoulder, walking past him afterward. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Steve whispered to himself, turning to go back into the living room.

“Hey?! Why does Steve get shotgun?” Dustin pitched as you unlocked the doors to your car, Steve automatically on the passenger's side.

You hopped in, starting up the engine before replying, “Cause he’s bigger and stronger than you, that’s why.”

Steve pretended the way you said ‘bigger and stronger’ didn’t send his nerves flying through the roof.

“What does that have to do with anything? You just want him to ride next to you for easy access,” Dustin grumbled under his breath as you peeled out of the Wheeler’s driveway. You grimaced, a hot flush filling your cheeks, watching Steve glance at you out of your peripheral vision. “Shut up, Dustin.”

After spending the whole day over at Mike’s, Dustin finally admitted that he wanted to go home. Pulling Steve out from his mother-hen duties with the kids, you all finally said goodbyes and made your way out to the car. To which Dustin decided to promptly pick a fight. Luckily for the rest of the car ride though, everyone sat in tension-filled silence. You exhaled a breath of relief as you pulled into your lonely driveway, your brother bolting for the door oddly. “God, sometimes the way Dustin acts confuses me,” You groaned next to Steve, both of you still sitting in the car watching Dustin disappear through the threshold. “No shit. But he’s a good kid. ‘Got a good head on his shoulders, most of the time.” Steve sighed. You lightly chuckled, pulling the door handle and stepping out.

Sauntering next to Steve, you both stopped once you reached the door to your house, Steve hesitating with his hands in his pockets.

“I should probably be getting home now. Take a shower, be ready for school tomorrow, all that nonsense…” Steve muttered.

“Oh god, I forgot we have school tomorrow. Would you mind picking me and Dustin up?” You asked him, not giving any particular reason other than wanting to be around him as much as possible.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, silence following as you just smiled in return. Steve’s eyes flickered to your eye and healing cuts, “You sure your alright? I know Dustin’s here now, but...if you need anything-“

You looked at your feet and giggled, “I’m fine, Stevie. If I need you, I’ll send for you.”

Steve watched as your hair draped in front of your face, still looking at your worn shoes, the porch light illuminating the strands.

Unable to restrain himself, he gently brought his fingers up and tucked your (y/h/c) locks behind your ear. As you looked up at him, Steve cautiously kept his hand there, placing it to were his thumb stopped just before your ear and cupped the back of your jaw, the pads of his fingers grazing into your hair.

Steve felt everything he needed to feel, and for a while now. You were this gorgeous sweetheart who deserved better than him, yet you were still here, looking up at him like he was the thunder to your lightning.

He felt your electricity. And he was addicted before he even realized.

You brought your own hand up, surprising Steve, and set it over his own on the side of your face, leaning into his touch.

Steve took this as a sign of permission and started to lean closer. He moved his other hand to your hair, your nose gently bumping into his. Your breathing turned rough, your lungs having a hard time moving, but you wanted this more than anything in the world. So did Steve.

Until the door slammed open.

“HEY, Y/N, why aren’t you inside yet? I need help with pizza rolls,” a voice called.

You and Steve jerked apart, your cheeks burning hot and Steve’s heart beating a mile a minute. You met eyes with Dustin, the stupid little fucker leaning against the door frame with an innocent look on his face (hiding that mockingly toothy grin).

“Oh, hey Steve, what are you still doing here?” He asked, looking at him with big blue eyes.

Steve restrained himself from strangling the 14-year-old, covering the lower half of his face with his hand to prevent him from saying something stupid.

“Don’t you gotta get home? I mean, it is a school night,” Dustin added.

He had no intention of leaving, and Steve had finally realized what ‘I’m going to delay your flight’ meant. Steve glanced back to you, putting his hands on his hips with a sigh, “Well, I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Your stomach dropped as your anger started to grow. You were going to kill Dustin. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

And with that, Steve turned around and briskly walked to his car, knowing that if he didn’t leave now he’d end up tackling you in front of your brother anyway. He was so fucking close to your plush lips, and that son of a bitch stopped him.

Turning around to Dustin as Steve drove away, you bit the inside of your lip and glared daggers at him.

Dustin’s mouth turned up into the familiar shit-eating smile, “So, when were you going to tell me your in love with Steve?”

When Steve Harrington got home, he was full of regret and frustration. His brain was playing the past moment on loop. Feeling you in the palm of his hands. Your ragged breath fanning across his lips. His nose brushing yours. Ugh. So here he was now, watching Romance VHS’s at 12 am thinking about you.

But when his phone started ringing, Steve jumped off his couch after the first buzz. He hoped to god it was you, about to ask him to come back, or if you could come over, or if you just wanted him…

He picked up the phone eagerly, “Hello?”

“Hey, Steve-o, ‘was hoping you were awake.”

Steve’s stomach dropped as he recognized the deeper voice.

“Hargrove.”

“Yeah, it’s me, don't cream your pants,” Billy mocked, “I wanted to talk to you about something. Thought we could discuss your little dame and work something out.”

Y/N.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Steve’s brain began to malfunction with a wave a dread and protectiveness. “What do you want with Y/N? Cause I sure as hell know that you won’t be going anywhere near her anytime soon,” Steve seethed in anger, his fist tightening around the phone cord.

“You seem pretty confident in that statement, Harrington. But I bet I can change your mind. How bout you and me have a little chat at school tomorrow? Unless you're too much of a bitch to stand up for your doll. Can’t blame you though, cause I kicked your ass-”

Steve was in to much anger to acknowledge his words, “Shut the hell up, Hargrove. If you ever touch Y/N again I’ll tear you a new one-”

“You know what, just meet me after school tomorrow. Then maybe I’ll be able to talk some sense into you.”

The line dropped, and Steve threw his phone before covering his hands with his face. He could only provide shelter for Y/N for so long, and if he was going to prolong that time, he was going to need backup.

To Be Continued...

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