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afewproblems · 8 months

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Season 2 Halloween AU Part Three

Part One, Part Two

Eddie waits till the end of the day to strike.

It's after four, and almost everyone has left for the day with the exception of the teachers and the janitor --who has already given Eddie the stink eye for remaining after hours for 'no reason'.

But Eddie does have a reason, a pretty decent one too.

He's waiting for King-Steve to get out of detention.

Turns out it didn't take until lunch for the whole school to hear about Harrington and Wheeler. In fact, the way Eddie heard, Steve had been ambushed not two minutes after his conversation with Nancy by Hagan and Hargrove.

Now here was where the story differed depending on who you heard it from.

Tammy Thompson told her lunch table that Steve freaked out when Hargrove started talking shit about Nancy.

Mark Holmes told Jim Cutter that Hagan got punched in the face and Hargrove was simply defending his friend from Steve.

Sarah March told Jeff in their homeroom that Steve wound up with a black eye after gym class that morning and was almost suspended for the week.

Eddie knows there must be a thread of truth linking all of these stories together. And at this point, he'd much rather hear it straight from the source.

Plus with a black eye Harrington would be needing those glasses back.

Eddie snaps the gum in his mouth and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he leans against locker 109, certain that Steve will have to stop by before he leaves.

"Munson?"

Speak of the devil.

Eddie tilts slightly in the direction of the voice and blows out a low whistle at the sight of the shiner on Steve's face.

It's already a deep purple, though it isn't as swollen as Eddie would have thought. It matches the colour of the bags under Steve's good eye and is accentuated by how strangely pale he looks today. Steve's lip is also split down the middle, blood staining his polo collar.

Huh, so it didn't happen in gym.

"Looks like someone had an interesting day," Eddie smiles as he crosses one leg over the other and taps the tip of his chuck on the linoleum, Steve winces at the harsh squeak it makes.

"Look Munson, whatever you want, just get it over with," Steve manages to say through gritted teeth, his hands have clenched into loose fists but the same tremor from the night before has returned in full force.

Eddie pushes himself off of Steve's locker and watches as the other man tenses. Eddie rolls his eyes and reaches behind himself, grabbing the shades from where they are hanging off his back pocket. Steve's gaze follows Eddie's movements and barely halts a flinch as the sunglasses are tossed into his chest.

Steve only seems to catch them with his latent jock ability but still nearly drops them in surprise.

"You left these in my van last night," Eddie shrugs at the way Steve's head tilts slightly, he looks from the glasses in his hand to Eddie and back again with a frown.

"Oh," he breathes out, and the tension drops from Steve's frame like the strings holding him up are all at once severed.

"First a taxi service, now a courier," Eddie smirks, dropping his left hand to his hip, "how ever will you make it up to me Harrington?"

Steve grimaces, rubbing a hand down his face, he winces as it brushes the deepening bruise under his eye, "I'm sure you're about to tell me".

Eddie grins, pretending to consider his options as he lifts a ringed hand to his chin to hold it thoughtfully for a beat while Steve stands before him, looking more and more frustrated with every passing second.

"Where's the fun in that?" Eddie says with a sly smile as he steps closer, nearly into Steve's space, and leans in.

"Maybe you'll owe me one," Eddie winks as he says it before dropping his voice into a wheezing Italian affectation, "perhaps one day soon I'll call upon you for a favor--"

"What?" Steve sputters out in a strangled laugh, leaning away from Eddie's sudden proximity.

From this angle Eddie can see the slightest flush creeping down Steve's neck.

"The Godfather? You know?" Eddie raises an eyebrow at the blank expression on Steve's face, "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse?"

Steve's brow pinches in confusion as he shakes his head.

"I mean," Eddie huffs, moving out of Steve's space again, "you'd probably like it, you have plenty of practice rejecting offers don't ya big boy?"

It takes a second for the words to register for both of them.

Steve's eyebrows cut creases across his forehead as they rise into his hair and Eddie immediately wants to fling himself off the gymnasium roof.

Of all the stupid, stupid things--

"Is this about the weed?" Steve asks slowly with a frown wrinkling his nose, it would be cute if Eddie wasn't beside himself with relief.

Focus.

"Yup," Eddie manages to say with a straight face despite the way his heart is racing. He clears his throat and leans backwards to drape himself against the lockers again, miscalculating how far he's moved away from them after Steve showed up.

Eddie loses his footing and slams into the metal with a loud bang, sliding down onto the floor in a leather clad heap.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hears from above him, opening his eyes to find a pair of wide hazel ones staring into his own.

"Did you hit your head?"

Eddie ignores the question and the heat that rises in his face and ears. He wants nothing more at this moment than to tell Steve to fuck off, to leave him to crawl into a hole now and finally live the rest of his days as a Hobbit.

But King-Steve is persistent.

"Come on Munson, we should go before someone comes to see what happened, I'm not getting another detention for you," Steve huffs as he holds a hand out in front of Eddie.

Eddie looks from the outstretched hand in front of him, to Steve's face. His stupid, earnest, beautiful face, and takes his hand, grunting as he rises back to his feet.

A door opens down the hall, near the admin office and both men freeze as a pair of heels begin to click and clack their way down the hall.

"Shit," Eddie hisses at the same time Steve barks out a frantic, "Go, go, go!"

They scramble to get away from the lockers and make a beeline for the side exit, a mixture of laughter and curses echoing after them.

Eddie doesn't stop running until he reaches the driver's side door of his van.

He pants out a wild laugh and shakes his head as Steve bends at the waist with his hands braced on his knees. When Steve rights himself, there's a flush of exertion and a bright smile that is only slightly marred by the black eye and split lip.

"You're a trip Harrington," Eddie breathes out before clutching his throat, "I think I swallowed my gum back there".

Steve laughs loud and bright and Eddie can't help but watch the way his head tips back, exposing the long column of his neck. He looks up again, his eyes seem to search Eddie's face briefly before he shakes his head with an expression Eddie's never seen before.

"Yeah well," Steve huffs, his good eye crinkles at the corner from his smile, "you're not what I thought you'd be like either Munson".

And Eddie just doesn't know what to do with that.

Instead, he clears his throat and kicks at a piece of gravel that careens across the empty student parking lot.

"Where's your noble steed?" Eddie asks, his head on swivel. Harrington's car was fairly iconic around here, no way it would have been missed among the sea of beat up Ford's and Gremlins.

Steve tilts his head and frowns slightly, "I left it at Tina's remember?"

And yeah, shit, that makes sense, he must have caught the bus that morning and completely missed it with detention.

"...do you need a ride?"

"Okay".

Part four up!

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#stranger things #stranger things season 2 au #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #steve and nancy breakup #what would have happened if eddie had been at tinas halloween party?#this fic is going places apparently #eddie is having all sorts of complicated feelings about steve here #add a little bit of misunderstandings in the van as a treat #i will never get tired of halloween party breakup aus #you can pry them from my cold dead fingers #afewproblems writes #cw marijuana #cw injury #eddie is a clumsy goblin man and i will die on that hill #well love a man that can make us laugh with his antics and so does steve

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upsidedowneggo · 2 years

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4x07

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #the hawkins gang fuckin carried this season #i fully thought i was gonna hate all the new characters and i still think theres too many #but eddie... my beloved #and argyle #would die for argyle #eddie is out here giving pathetic little meow meow and i applaud him for it

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evilkaeya · 2 years

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Steve goes to Nancy’s house one day and he’s like “Nancy listen I have to talk to you I like-” and she’s says, “no Steve, try to understand I don’t like you like that anymore-” and steve goes, “no I know, it’s not you, it’s Eddie” and there’s a beat of silence before Nancy says, “it’s Robin” and they both groan in their hands.

(an hour later Mike walks into the room to find Steve lying on Nancy’s bed like a thirteen years old teenage girl, kicking his feet and all as he tells Nancy everything Robin likes while she takes notes)

(Mike goes, “uhm can someone drive me and Dustin to Eddie’s trailer” and Steve immediately jumps up from the bed saying, “ALRIGHT LET’S GO”)

#I know realistically speaking steve would go to robin but I just want more steve and nancy gushing about their crushes yk #the fruity four friendship is something I'd die for #steddie #ronance #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #fruity four #stranger things

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oldfashionedmorphine · 1 year

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I want more of this 😭

#stoncy #stranger things #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #give me them as a trio for just one scene in S5 so I can die happy #I would also kill for steve and jonathan to become friends #please pleaseeee

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unfinishedslurs · 1 year

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Spiderman au (stoncy)

Jonathan makes sure to check that the ally is well and truly empty before he pulls his mask up. Christ, he wouldn’t have become Spider-Man if he’d known how hot the suit would be. And not in the fun way people like to joke about. He chugs his water, and debates pouring some over his head. Sadly he needs it to hydrate. He slowly drinks the rest like a good superhero.

That’s still insane to him. Even after years of experience, he still sometimes thinks he’s going to wake up and it will all have been a bad dream.

Nancy told him she got into investigative reporting after her best friend went missing. She was found a year later, body deteriorating inside the restricted area of a government lab that had faces a chemical leak. A leak they tried their best to cover up.

Her first article is under someone else’s name. He’s read it. It’s incredibly good for a seventeen year old burning with righteous fury. It’s obvious that she was meant for this, built for finding the cracks and burrowing deeper until she pulls the ugly truth.

He respects her deeply. He just wishes that he wasn’t the crack she’s focusing on.

“You’ve spoken to him though, Jonathan,” she says, eyes pleading. “If anyone could get me an interview, it would be you!”

And have her recognize him instantly? No thanks.

“Nancy, seriously. He doesn’t want an interview.”

“But if I could just talk to him-”

“No, Nance.”

He knows her first regret will always be Barb. Her second, though? The ex-boyfriend who also went missing after agreeing to some extremely shady treatment for his terminal cancer. Unlike Barb, she never got closure for that one. She still doesn’t know what happened to him. She tracked him as far as the facility they’d taken him to, but it exploded long before she got there. Presumably with Steve inside.

He knows she still holds out hope. They never identified his body she’d whispered to him once after too many drinks at an office party. I checked the records. They don’t know for certain if he was still in it.

The next day she told him she knew it was a stupid wish. Even if the explosion hadn’t killed him, the cancer would have by now. But he knows Nancy. She’ll never stop wondering.

“So how’d you get yours?” Deadpool asks, swinging his legs cheerfully over the ledge.

“My Chimichanga? You gave it to me.”

He can practically see Deadpool roll his eyes behind his mask. “No, smartass. Your powers.”

That’s a loaded question. If he’s too specific it would be easy to find out who he is. But it’s not like it would be with anyone else, is it? Deadpool’s a hero too, no matter how much anti he puts in front of it. And they’re friends, or something like it. Friendly enough for him to let the other man slap his ass at least.

“I got bit by a radioactive spider.”

“No,” he gasps, whipping his head towards Jonathan. “No fucking way. Seriously?”

“I’m being completely serious!” He promises, starting to laugh. It really does sound ridiculous out loud. “I was on this field trip at the place my mom’s ex-boyfriend worked at, and it got out and bit me!”

“Field trip? Oh my God, you were a fucking baby. No wonder your mom broke up with that guy.”

That sobers him up quick. “He was actually a really nice guy,” he says quietly, looking down at his hands. “He, uh…he died, actually.” Saving my brother, he doesn’t say. The failure still bleeds in his chest. He should have been stronger. Bob didn’t deserve the way he died, ripped apart by the Green Goblin because they’d been after him.

His mom doesn’t blame him, but she should.

“Shit,” Deadpool swears, reaching towards Jonathan as if to comfort before thinking better of it and pulling away. “Shit, I shouldn’t have said that, sorry. Me and my big fucking mouth.”

“It’s more trouble than you’re worth,” Jonathan agrees, and ignores the protest that gets. “What about you? How’d you get your powers?”

Deadpool takes the deflect with grace, eager as Jonathan to get the awkwardness behind them. “Oh, me? Great story, you’re gonna love this. So I was dying from cancer, right?”

He wasn’t expecting that, almost choking on the chimichanga he’d taken a bite of.

“Gross, man. Chew it, don’t spew it.”

“You have cancer and you’re out here doing all this?”

“I had cancer,” he corrects. “Terminal. There was no saving me, yanno? And I…well, I got desperate.”

Jonathan sucks in a breath. He knows exactly what kind of things desperation lead to.

Deadpool huffs a laugh. “Yeah,” he agrees, even though Jonathan hasn’t said anything. “Stupid of me, I know. Shoulda just kicked the bucket like a respectable motherfucker. But no, I just had to track down some shady research facility that promised to try and find a cure for me. You know how that goes, right? But, well…” He raises a fist, dropping it slowly down before he opens it near his thigh, making an explosion noise with his mouth. “Rock fucking bottom, amiright? I was gonna die anyway. Why not add human experimentation to my bucket list?”

“So it worked?”

“So it worked?” He mimics, in a high-pitched voice that sounds nothing like Jonathan. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“How’d you get superpowers from it?”

“I was getting to that. So it worked, right? But the cure they used…it wasn’t designed to stop the cancer. Not really. No, what they did was turn me into a mutant. I’m basically an X-Men by now. X-Man? Point is, not dying did not come naturally. And once they brought it out of me, they made sure to test it. Again, and again, and again.”

Suddenly his chimichanga doesn’t look too good anymore. He hands it to Deadpool, who takes it with enthusiasm.

“Thanks, man, how’d you know I was still hungry? Anyway, I escaped, obviously. Took the whole organization down with me. By the time I left, whole building was in flames. Now I’m hunting down the survivors.” He takes a bite. “Y’sure you don’ wan dish?” He asks through a mouthful of food.

“I’m good.”

He swallows. “Your loss, I guess. This is fucking delicious. Sorry to be a moodkiller and run, but I’m afraid I have an appointment with a very small, very blind landlady. Toodles!”

He leaves Jonathan there at a loss for words. He can’t even make a sound to protest. All he can do is watch as Deadpool jumps straight down from the roof, only barely bothering to slow his fall so he doesn’t break his leg. Not that it would matter much if he did. Jonathan stays on the roof, processing, until he hears a woman cry for help a few streets away.

He hits his web-shooters. Crime never sleeps in the city.

It’s only when he’s in bed that he realizes he’s heard that story before.

The next time he sees Nancy, he’s a mess.

“You ready to shoot?” She asks, setting a coffee on his desk with a smile. It falters when all he does is stare back. “Jonathan?”

Ready to shoot? Right. Photography. His job. His job he works at with Nancy. Nancy, whose ex-boyfriend may or may not be the guy who has slapped his ass and flirted with him on numerous occasions. Fuck. He’s going insane. He’s losing his fucking mind. Deadpool probably isn’t even Steve and all this will be for nothing.

“Your ex-boyfriend,” he blurts out. She rears back, startled. “He had cancer, right?”

“Steve?” She shakes her head, not in disagreement but in confusion. “What does he have to do with anything?”

“Did he?”

Her mouth twists in displeasure. He doesn’t blame her, that was a terrible fucking way to start “Hey, your dead boyfriend might not be so dead after all!” He wishes he could bang his head on his desk without cracking the table. “I’m not talking about this.”

“Nancy, wait,” he starts, and she shakes her head again.

“I’m going to see if Fred is free, actually,” she says, and hurries away. He groans, and lets his head fall onto his desk anyway. One tiny crack won’t matter, right?

It’ll fit in with all the others.

Nancy avoids him for the next week. By the time he sees Deadpool again, he’s even more of a mess.

“Spidey!” He greets, blood dripping off his sword. “I know I ask this every time, but I just gotta check, man. You seen anyone named Brenner around?”

“Still a no, sorry.”

He sighs, wiping off his blade before sticking it back in the sheath. “Worth a shot.”

“Do you ever talk to people from your old life?” Jonathan blurts out. “Before you became a superhero?”

Deadpool shrugs nonchalantly, but he can’t pass off the tension in his shoulders. “They all think I’m dead,” he says. “It’s better that way.”

“Didn’t you have a girlfriend? Or friends? Parents?”

“Friends, not really. Parents, no. Girlfriend…she’s better off this way.” He says, counting on his fingers. He laughs bitterly. “I stopped talking to my parents before I even got diagnosed, and my only friend was my girlfriend. I dumped all the other ones for being assholes after…well, some shit went down, and they were real dicks about it, that’s all I’m gonna say.” He turns to Jonathan, suspicious. “Why the third-degree?”

“What’s dying like?”

“Pretty chill, actually,” he says. Jonathan turns to look at him, and he gets the impression Deadpool is grinning. “Don’t get me wrong, the dying part? That fucking suuuuuucks. But Death itself isn’t so bad. I usually just chill with Her for a while before She sends me back.”

“...Her?”

“Oh yeah, The Lady loves me. We’re besties.”

“You’re besties,” he repeats flatly. “With Death.”

“What? Like that’s so hard to believe, Mr. Radioactive Spider?”

He’s got him there. “What’s Death like then? The…Lady, or whatever.”

“Well, first of all, she’s a massive lesbian.”

Jonathan should have known nothing that came out of his mouth would be fucking normal. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” Deadpool grabs his arm. “I’m being serious! Death is a lesbian, she loves birds and prefers to go by Robin, and we’re apparently soulmates.”

“…are you a girl?”

“No?”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“C’mon, Spidey, open your mind.” If he could see his face, he knows that bastard would be smirking at him. “We’re not romantic. She actually hated me at first. I mean we’re literally tied together by the universe. Whatever souls are made of, hers and mine are the same.’

“Is that Emily Bronte?”

“Look who paid attention in high school english!”

He misses his bed.

#Spiderman au #stoncy #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #photographer jonathan #i kept seeing all these posts like ‘Steve is Spiderman’ ‘Eddie is Spiderman’ well I would like to submit my take #Jonathan byers as spiderman #Nancy as both reporter mj and Vanessa (is that Deadpool’s gfs name?)#Steve as deadpool #Robin as Lady Death bc I saw something that said in the comics deadpool can’t die bc death is in love with him and I said hmmm I can stobin #I had a lot of fun writing this can you tell #stranger things fanfic

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catharusustulatus · 7 months

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I can totally imagine season 5 being a speed run of seasons 1 and 2 Stancy-wise, where Jonathan and Steve bond and Jon is like “I need to work on myself and focus on family and I know you still love her” or whatever and then Nancy and Jon talk and lovingly break up with no fuss and then Steve and Nancy talk and Steve is like “look I am sorry about what I said in the upside down, I thought I was about to die and I know you’re with Jonathan and I don’t want to rush you and maybe we can just be friends” and she’s like “shut up and kiss me” and they have steamy pre-final battle sex, effectively bookending their arc in a symmetrical way. You just know it’s happening!

#now the question remains #will Steve live or die #and will they flash forward two years and Nancy is pregnant for some stupid reason already #because they always skip forward in time in the final episode post big fight #but I want Nancy to go to school and not be a mom right away #so if they both live and are endgame I’d much rather them be shown living together #OR what if they zoom past college and it’s like five years later #anyway idk what will happen but I’m betting heavy on this #I want them to have juicy emotional dialogue #and if it doesn’t happen I’ll write it myself!!#and you know Robin would be smirking and calling Steve lover boy while he blushes oooh #steve harrington #stranger things #nancy wheeler #stancy #I kinda want it ya know

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musicalchaos07 · 1 month

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"Oh Will & Nancy barely interact, they don't know each other not like Jonathan & Mike"

Meanwhile this is Jonathan & Mike:

#Jonathan really saw that sorry excuse for a hug and said I am not hugging you #like YES Jonathan would die to protect Mike but 1. He'd die for a lot of things and 2. he's honor bonded bc Nancy saved Will #that being said #JONATHAN BYERS MIKE WHEELIE HIVE LET'S GOOOOOOOO #also the Willel expressions are KILLING ME #jonathan byers #mike wheeler

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cosimad · 2 years

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Nancy Wheeler vs. Vecna in Stranger Things S4 Vol 2

#stranger things #stranger things edit #strangerthingsedit #stranger things spoilers #stranger things s4 #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #vecna #cw fire #cw guns #gifs by rachel #to be clear hate guns but GOD i love nancy #look at her little scrunched up nose and mouth and her big eyes like omg i would die for you queen

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ty-the-trainwreck · 9 months

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ronance but make it spiderman no way home au

nancy and steve getting their memories wiped and robin has to watch her girlfriend and best friend live life without her and not even look at her again.

robin walks into that coffee shop with her little paper in hand and her nerves are literally screaming in her eardrums. when she opens the door and the bell above her jingles gingerly she lets out a sigh, watching as the woman she loves turn and stare at her with empty eyes.

those eyes used to be filled with warmth and love, but they were filled with nothing. nancy couldn’t feel anything for a stranger, that’s not possible. robin is just about to call out for her, until a man shrugs by.

it’s steve.

her best friend in the world.

slides right past her.

nancy and steve greet each other with easy smiles and robin imagines thats she’s also sitting there with them. laughing and joking around while they talk about what their life in college will be like.

it hurts so much having to watch the two people she cares about the most in the world not even know who she is.

it hurts even more when robin realizes that nancy is wearing the necklace she gave her on their school trip. a lump lodges itself in robin’s throat and she wants to run over there and grab both of them by the face and yell

“you know me! please! remember me!”

she doesn’t though.

instead she orders a coffee with a quaver in her voice.

robin’s eyes flicker up to the bandage on nancy’s forehead, and a pang of guilt cracks deep inside her. if nancy hadn’t know she was spiderman, this would have never happened. if robin could have protected her this wouldn’t have happened. if robin could have protected all of them.

“does it hurt?”

“not anymore.”

robin nodded, taking a sip of her coffee before looking down at the necklace one more.”

“i’ll uh..see you around.”

“yeah, see you around.”

#i think the thought of robin having to see the people closest to her forgetting her would break me #i would never be the same #i would actually die #ive been thinking about this for so long and i have like half a oneshot written about it and now this #idk who would be the other two spiderguys though #i was thinking maybe like jonathan and eddie but idk #give me ideas #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin #nancy #robin x nancy #ronance canon #stranger things

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