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marvel-ous-m · 1 year
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Eddie Munson’s Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (3/5)
Part One
Part Two
Part Four
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A.N.- shorter chapter today, but the next two chapters make up more than half of the rest of my google doc! So I promise that it’s worth it, lol. Enjoy!
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“Eddie, I’m going to need you to repeat what you just told me, because I know for a fact that I didn’t hear you correctly. I couldn’t have.” Grant crossed his arms angrily, leveling Eddie with his best intimidating glare. 
“I know it sounds crazy, but I need you to trust me on this. Steve is… fuck man, he’s not in a good place, okay? So yeah, he’s sleeping in the Hellfire room right now. Before you come for my throat, I need you to think about this.” Eddie held out his hands, counting on his fingers as he went through his reasoning. “His parents haven’t been home in three months. Hagan abandoned him last year, Nancy broke up with him then hooked up with Jonathan Byers, Billy beat the shit out of him this weekend, he isn’t sleeping, he has no one. He’s an outcast, just like the rest of us.” 
“So this is the perfect opportunity to get back at him.” Gareth muttered under his breath, crossing his arms. 
Eddie turned to the youngest member of their party, raising an eyebrow. “I know that his type like to pick on you Freshmen, but that’s not how we do things here, Gar-bear.” Eddie sighed then, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s easy to get back at people in times like this, but that would make us no better than them.” Eddie turned back to the entire group then, shaking his head at the three of them. “You guys didn’t see him. It was bad… I mean, if I’m being honest, it was a little scary.”
“So what are you proposing?” Jeff finally spoke, looking up from where he was previously staring at the linoleum floor of the hallway outside the drama room.
“Just let him sit next to me and watch the game today. Be civil. Don’t tease him, don’t make snide comments- just don’t be assholes. If things go well after today we’ll talk about bringing him in permanently.”
“Permanently?!” 
“Eddie, I mean this when I say it, you are certifiably insane.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” 
“Shut up!” Eddie shrieked and held his hands up, effectively quieting the uproar from his group of misfits. “Just- look, if you fuck this up I’ll TPK this whole campaign- which, honestly, is probably more of a punishment for me because I’ve been working on this campaign for about a month, but I digress. Give. The guy. A chance.” 
Grant, Gareth, and Jeff looked at one another. They always seemed to be able to have a conversation without speaking (and that conversation usually was centered around some shit Eddie was pulling). Finally, Jeff nodded at Eddie. “Alright, we’ll give him a chance. BUT only on the condition that each of our characters starts with a rare magic item.”
Eddie huffed out a quiet laugh, nodding at the three boys. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I’ll add them to your character sheets before we start.”
Jeff blinked in surprise and looked at both Gareth and Grant, then back at Eddie. “Even though the magic items may not make sense with your campaign?” 
“You’re the ones asking for ‘em.” Eddie shrugged, then pulled the lanyard out of his pocket. “Okay, just gimme like, ten minutes, then you can come in.” As Eddie walked away, he could’ve sworn he heard the boys whispering about a giant crush and him being head over heels. Eddie scoffed to himself. He could never fall for Steve- what with Steve’s stupid big eyes and his floppy hair and his dorky polos. Eddie unlocked the door, rolling his eyes as he did. Him falling for Steve. As if. 
Steve sat up from his space in the corner when the door opened, instantly relaxing when he saw who it was. The jock rubbed at his eyes, humming sleepily. “Hey Eds. S’it time for Hellfire ‘lready?” 
Steve’s hair was a mess, his polo was sideways, his eyes were tired and a blanket was hunched around his shoulders. He was… actually kind of adorable. Eddie smiled at him and could’ve sworn he felt a flutter in his chest. 
Oh no.
Oh no no no.  
He had a crush on Steve Harrington. 
...Shit.
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merloksdigitaltoes · 11 months
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Writing this fic has been driving me to the point of insanity at times. But at least I can draw things like Izzy richmond hanging out.
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neonponders · 10 months
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WIP Tuesday
for my fic Found You (Side-Ways)
s4 rewrite with time travel/time loops.
“Steve! You’re a missing person! Don’t you think that’s going to—I don’t know—get you, like, arrested for questioning?”
Dustin’s haranguing got interrupted by Max climbing out of the gate in Steve’s wake. Dustin’s hand shoved into his hair, dislodging his hat as he lamented, “Jesus shit.”
Robin fell into step with him and Max. “What’s the plan, exactly?”
“Is my car still here?” Steve asked.
“It is, actually. I’ve been using it. Here are your keys—don’t look too closely at the dents.”
He scoffed a tired laugh and the three of them jogged out of the mall. Behind them, side-ways Lucas asked through the gate, “What about us?”
’85 Dustin looked in the direction Steve had left and exhaled haughtily. “Well, our paladin and zoomer just abandoned us so…I suggest we all meet in the Upside Down and get you guys up to speed.”
Lillian cut in, “That’s not a good idea. This man lives there, does he not?”
’85 El reassured with a look at her Will. “He can’t risk attacking us yet.”
Modern Jonathan huffed, “That’s great. Can I ask how so?”
Will answered, “Because I can sense him. Between me and your Eleven, he can’t attack us without us knowing what direction it came from. If he isn’t ready for a fight, he’ll leave us alone.”
’85 Dustin grumbled, “Yeah, but we’re not ready for a fight either.”
Their El finished with a final look at her older counterpart, “Upside Down doesn’t sleep. But Henry does.”
Modern Jonathan waved a hand, vaguely tired of all this. “Yeah, sure. We’ll go on that, I guess.”
He looked at Billy when a hand gripped his shoulder. Billy surprised him with his controlled strength, how he moved Jonathan out of the way of the gate without knocking him off balance. Jonathan’s high might’ve been wearing away, but he blinked clearly at Billy the same time his mother cornered, “Billy.”
“I’m not dying blind like the other one,” he ordered, dropping right into the Upside Down with the climbing rope in hand.
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More Than Dreaming Chapter 2 / Memento Mori
“Chrissy,” a voice whispered, and she was ready to pull out an honest smile for the first time today, but her heart plummeted when she turned around. Her mother stood beneath the trees, skin grey and textured like lava. Wet lava, almost like goo covered her from head to toe. Her hair was matted down, oily, unkempt. “Christina Elizabeth Cunningham,” the creature whispered — it couldn’t be her mother — as it stepped closer. There were no steps to be heard. “Once again, you are such a disappointment. Look at you, how much I need to change that uniform, it looks like a potato sack. Maybe, if you’d behave like the proper girl I taught you to be, you’d look more polished, more like me —“
Thanks to @imasuckerforships for beta-ing my mess!
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ghostlynimbus · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Non-Sexual Submission, Sub Chrissy Cunningham, Verse Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Lives, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Cheating, on Jason, Non-Consensual Domination, (in life or death scenarios), Dubious Consent, Dom Jason Carver, Dom Laura Cunningham, Dom/sub, Vecna's Curse (Stranger Things), Eventual Happy Ending, Eddie Munson Loves Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy Cunningham Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Minor Jason Carver/Chrissy Cunningham, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Rating May Change
Summary:
A good sub listens to their dom. A good sub obeys their dom’s orders. A good sub doesn’t seek out drugs when they know that their dom doesn’t want them using any. Especially not when the local drug dealer is a verse that their dom has explicitly told them to stay away from. Chrissy is supposed to be a good sub. Chrissy has to be a good sub. If she could only get some sleep, without these horrible nightmares that have been plaguing her, she’s sure she could do it. Sure that she could be good again. She just needs some help.
A dom/sub designation AU.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 6 months
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Steve and Eddie are walking through the woods in the Upside Down when Eddie tripped over a vine. In order to steady himself, he reached out to the nearest object, which happened to be Steve’s tit. Eddie stared at him, and Steve stared back.
Eddie: *cracking a grin* I got to second base with Steve Harrington. . .second base is a boob grab, right?. . .how many guys can say that they went to second base with Steve Harrington?
Steve: A couple, actually. *slids a hand over Eddie's hand, smirking* one of them even made a home run.
Eddie: Damn.
Steve: Problem?
Eddie: Yeah. I'm hella jealous again.
Steve: You don't have to be.
Still clutching Eddie's hand to his tit, Steve moved into Eddie's space and placed a kiss on Eddie's cheek, right on the corner of his mouth. Steve moved back a bit, his lips hovering over Eddie's for a moment before pulling back. He smirked, dropped Eddie's hand and started walking ahead.
Eddie: *spluttering* Fucking tease!
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“Then prove us wrong.”
(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)
You know, its the fact that curse MK says us. Us. MK truthfully believes that he’s destined for pain and to cause pain. “Then prove us wrong.” This part of himself, whatever curse MK is, isn’t pure evil. He’s hostile and harsh, sure, but all of that feels like it’s coming from a place of frustration and even truth. “Then prove us wrong.” It’s a challenge, but not one of malice. He didn’t just leave screaming and lamenting his destruction, or giving some typical villain speech, or even trying to get into MK’s head one last time—he’s telling MK to try and fight the destiny they both think will happen. “Embrace your Destiny”. Well, MK’s never been good at that, has he?
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theosjunkdrawer · 18 days
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Years of no tma can lead to seeing Jon as a cool badass legend, this is a trick of the writing. He is actually my failwife loser <3
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ormakeasaintofme · 6 months
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okay i am going to say it. it has been three years of "i can't believe they made The Night We Met the song of the day" and "oh god he literally had all and then most of him some and now none of him" and not one fic on ao3 that i can find where dean and cas both get flung back in time to the barn in 2008. where is it. where is the fic about them going back to the night they met
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marvel-ous-m · 1 year
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Eddie Munson’s Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (5/5)
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four
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A.N.: I’m actually kind of emotional posting this! It’s the first multi-chapter fic I’ve uploaded for ST and y’all have been so lovely this week. I hope you enjoy this 2,776 word ending (damn) to this fic that I’ve SO enjoyed writing and sharing. 
I want to give a very special shoutout to my best friend @lamoabss for being my beta for this chapter and also just being an all-around wonderful person. Please give them a follow, they’re so insanely talented and we’re planning to do some collabs over the summer! 
Okay, onto the last chapter!
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The first part of Step Three is easy enough- with all of Hellfire onboard, Eddie just needs to figure out the basics of Steve Harrington: likes, dislikes, allergies, school schedule, etc. All the things that high school students share with each other in the cafeteria over lunch or between class periods. So, Eddie makes like glue and sticks to Steve’s side. For the classes they share, Eddie moves to sit in the desk next to Steve- which is, sadly, pretty easy- no one is keen to sit next to the fallen king, probably out of some dumbass fear that they would catch whatever social pariah-ness that Steve had suddenly taken on. They trade notes during the classes that Steve zones out during- which, Eddie makes a mental note, are English and Math. (The other class they share together is Chemistry, and Steve can barely take his focus from whatever their science teacher is talking about to say ‘hi’ to Eddie when he comes into class five minutes late, which he does on a fairly regular basis. Eddie also files that information away for later). 
By some unexplainable miracle, for the classes that Eddie doesn’t share with Steve, some member of Hellfire can fill in that space. Jeff takes Spanish 2 with Steve, Gareth has woodshop, and Grant has art and P.E.. Eddie employs them to run reconnaissance as they work together to make sure that Steve never has to sit alone in a class, and they begin to compile information through their various efforts. 
Steve can draw pretty well, but he only uses pens to sketch. He loves art class and sits at the front to see the board better, so he probably needs glasses. He talked to the P.E. teacher last week and now all he does during class is sit in her office and file papers, I think she’s making him sit out for a few weeks because she thinks he has a concussion. Based on his behavior, he probably does. -Grant.
Steve hates woodshop. He sits in the back of the class and doesn’t pay attention, and if the professor catches him and makes him actually do work, he gets this look in his eye and panics a little. He does this thing with his right hand where he clenches it a couple times until he can breathe better. He won’t go near a hammer. I don’t really understand it. -Gareth. 
Steve sucks at Spanish. He said something to me the other day about the letters not making sense. With the way he squints at his paper and the way he writes… I’m going out on a limb here, but he might be dyslexic? -Jeff. 
Steve doesn’t pay attention in Math but he has an A, so he’s actually freakishly good with numbers. He doesn’t pay attention in English for the opposite reason, I think Jeff’s onto something. He loves Chemistry but he doesn’t have the best grade in that class. I think he pays attention because he wants to do a better job. He’s well rested on Monday and Friday morning, but Tuesday, Wednesday, and especially Thursday he looks like he’s about to fall over all day. I catch him nodding off in Math those days, and, maybe coincidentally, his shoes are really muddy on the mornings when he comes in tired. -Eddie. 
With the new information, the boys get to work. Gareth makes himself Steve’s woodshop partner, doing the majority of the building and letting Steve relax for the most part, having him only do whatever wood staining that needs to be done. Grant shares some of his sketches with Steve in class to try and make him more confident about his art skills, which works surprisingly well. Grant also brings up his dyscalculia seamlessly over lunch one day and answers whatever questions Steve has. Jeff gives Steve his Spanish notes and asks to study together on Thursday nights. Steve turns him down- apparently Thursday nights he actually babysits Dustin so that Dustin’s mom, Claudia, can go to a Bingo thing with her friends, but Steve offers up Fridays after class in the library, which becomes a new tradition for them. 
Eddie can’t offer much in the way of English notes (why read Shakespeare when there are hundreds of Sci-Fi and Fantasy books out in the world?) but he does make time to talk with Steve about English during lunch on Tuesdays. They go to the library instead of sitting in the cafeteria with the rest of Hellfire, and they work their way through whatever assigned reading their teacher gives them. Steve’s pretty tired, but not as tired as he is on Wednesdays or Thursdays, so it works, and they both find themselves actually understanding the subject matter for once. As for math- well, Eddie has Steve answer whatever questions he has rather than the other way around, but that seems to help Steve’s confidence about his math skills- which really are quite impressive. Eddie also finds himself as Steve’s lab partner for every Chem project. It’s a little bit chaotic- turns out that Steve understands Chemistry to a certain extent, but prefers to mess around more than actually learn something- which, yeah, dangerous, but also fun… very fun. (Eddie especially likes to play with the Bunsen burner- call him a pyromaniac- but his antics always pull a laugh from Steve, a bright sound that makes Eddie’s heart sing, so he keeps at it despite many, many reprimands from their Chem teacher). 
The winter months turn to Spring, and Steve begins to bloom at the same pace as the flowers and trees around town. He contributes to conversations at lunch, plans to hang out with the guys when he has spare time, attends their band practices and cheers them on- hell, by March he even agrees to play a character in Eddie’s newest campaign. Eddie makes him a Paladin, which he claims fits Steve the best out of everything he could think of. Steve loves the character and picks up on what it’s like to actually play the game rather than strategize pretty quickly- unsurprisingly, Steve loves it. 
The Hellfire boys seem to take Steve’s blooming personality in stride- Jeff goes over to Steve’s to bake chocolate chip cookies one-on-one, which they bring to the next campaign. He and Grant bond over art, swapping sketches and gifting each other art supplies. Every time Steve receives something, his eyes get this look- and every time that Eddie witnesses it, he’s reminded of why they brought Steve into their small-but-mighty crew, and is extremely grateful that Steve is acclimating so well. Steve and Gareth are fast friends, which takes all of them by surprise. Apparently, Steve gave Gareth some hairstyling tips, and that was that. 
Steve’s personality isn’t the only thing that’s changing come Spring. Eddie finds himself staring at Steve’s mouth much more frequently. In fact, he can count a number of times where he could swear that Steve was doing the same to him. They laugh at each other's jokes more frequently, share stolen moments by Steve’s locker in between classes where they speak in hushed voices about whatever comes to mind. It’s… nothing that Eddie’s ever experienced before. At the same time, Eddie can’t imagine life without these moments with Steve, and while Jeff’s cautionary words are still at the forefront of his mind, he can feel himself falling harder, and it’s slowly reaching a worrisome point-of-no-return.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it’s June. Steve passes all of his classes with the help of Hellfire, Eddie fails English and P.E. again (which he unfortunately expected- another year in this hell doesn’t sound all that appealing, but he figures that he can at least hang out with the guys for another year, and with Jeff in Senior English maybe he’ll actually pass). The four of them attend Steve’s graduation, where they meet some of the middle schoolers that Steve had spoken so highly about over the last few months. They all sit together and cheer as loud as they can when Steve walks across the stage and gets his diploma, even earning a few hushed whispers from surrounding parents to sit down and be quiet. Steve’s parents were nowhere to be found, but when everyone caught up with Steve after the ceremony to congratulate him, it was clear that he didn’t mind- in that moment, he had everyone that he cared about surrounding him. 
Hellfire presented Steve with a club T-Shirt as a graduation gift, which he took with a wide smile on his face and that same look in his eye. Eddie took a moment to mentally pat himself on the back- Step Three: Get Steve Fully Integrated Into Hellfire, complete. (Yeah, he fell harder for Steve, but he kept that to himself and got Steve through the rest of the school year while also giving him a new group of friends- and, theoretically, Steve was none the wiser about Eddie’s feelings. All in all- not bad, Munson. Not bad.)  
The kids had to leave pretty quickly after congratulating Steve- something about getting Dustin packed for summer camp and Claudia having been the one to drive all of them to graduation- but not without Dustin and his friends making Eddie promise to let them into Hellfire when September came around, while simultaneously gawking about him letting someone like Steve into the group. (Their bright personalities and excitement about Hellfire helped Eddie feel a bit more optimistic about the year ahead- who knew, maybe ‘86 would be his year).
Once the crowd dispersed, the rest of the boys of Hellfire also going their separate ways to get a start on summer plans, Eddie invited Steve over to the trailer to share a joint and spend the night. Wayne was pulling a 24 hour shift, and Eddie figured Steve needed an opportunity to let loose before starting work at the new ice cream shop, a job Steve was dreading. (Although, Eddie was secretly pretty excited about Steve’s new job, given the embarrassing uniform that Steve had described). 
Steve took Eddie up on his offer, which is how they ended up splayed next to each other on Eddie’s bed, legs tangled together and giggling through the soft haze that came with working through some of Eddie’s stash. One thing led to another, and, at Steve’s quiet, embarrassed request, they tried out ‘shotgunning’, which turned into a very heated makeout session. 
The development was entirely unexpected, but, as was later revealed during a conversation at sunrise, mutually very welcomed. So maybe Step Three wasn’t entirely completed in accordance with Jeff’s warning, but whatever. This was good- actually, scratch that, this was perfect. Best-of-all-possible-scenarios, win-win situation. They started dating- keeping it secret, only sharing it with the other members of Hellfire, and then only because Jeff clocked it within three minutes of one of their summer D&D sessions starting. They were all very supportive (save for a warning glare from Jeff that Eddie was on the receiving end of), and for about a month, Steve was the happiest that Eddie had ever seen. And yeah, Eddie was the happiest he’d been in a long time, too. Sue him, Steve was a great boyfriend- and was fucking perfect in the bedroom. (12/10 stars, give the man an award, kinda perfect. And that sailor suit? Goddamn…)  Eddie didn’t know how he got so lucky, but he was going to do everything in his power to keep this gift from the universe in prime condition. 
June turned to July, and Eddie’s understanding of the world as he knew it completely changed come Independence Day. Eddie was woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night from Steve, who, sounding beyond exhausted, asked for a ride home for him and his coworker Robin. Eddie arrived at the scene and was shocked by the sheer magnitude of what he had unknowingly stumbled upon. There were at least five times as many emergency response vehicles than Hawkins had, the newly-constructed mall was actively burning to the ground, there was a huge crowd outside a long yellow barrier of police tape, and a few faces Eddie recognized beyond the police tape: specifically Steve’s middle schoolers, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, and-
There was Steve, holding a blanket around his shoulders, sitting in the back of an ambulance next to his coworker Robin, who Eddie knew from theater, band, and the handful of times he came in to visit Steve at work. Eddie ducked under the police tape without much fanfare and made his way over to the ambulance, pulling Steve into a hug the second he was within arms length. 
They left pretty soon after that, Steve quietly explaining that he had told Robin about their relationship after vomiting their brains out in the movie theater bathroom. Which- Eddie wasn’t really sure how to unpack all of that, but that wasn’t exactly important at the moment. He drove Steve and Robin to Steve’s house, and, at their request, Eddie laid in Steve’s parent’s California King bed with the two of them. After a few hours of all of them trying to sleep but coming up unsuccessful, Steve finally started speaking. Once he started, he couldn’t stop, and an explanation of the hidden dark side of Hawkins came spewing out.
It was dawn by the time Steve finished recounting everything, and Eddie believed him without question. He trusts Steve intrinsically, he knows Steve would never lie about something like this- something so life-altering and burdensome. Besides, Steve’s story matched events that Eddie could place: Will going ‘missing’, followed by Barbara Holland, then Will magically re-appearing around the same time that Steve had his falling out with Hagan and came back to school with a beat-up face from Jonathan Byers. Steve walking the tracks with Dustin as he’d explained all those months ago in November took on a new meaning- they were searching for a monster from an alternate dimension that Dustin had accidentally let loose. The clenching motion Steve made and his aversion to woodshop suddenly made sense, too. In the middle of recounting the events of early November 1984, Steve left his parents room and returned with a wooden bat filled with nails that fit perfectly in Steve’s hand- he explained with an embarrassed flush on his cheeks that it kept him grounded, that he couldn’t sleep without it- that sometimes, when he was anxious, he felt himself reaching for the thing- but if he was relaxed, the idea of holding something even vaguely similar made him sick to his stomach. 
Steve then moved on to describe the sleepless nights, how he made himself patrol Hawkins from sundown to sunup on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights, often trudging through the forest with his bat, ready to kill the next ‘big bad’ that came from the dimension existing under their feet. 
Robin contributed what she could when Steve reached the events at Starcourt. After hours of talking in hushed whispers under the covers of Mr. and Mrs. Harrington’s bed, the three of them passed out, too exhausted to keep their eyes open. 
The next few weeks were hard, but the three of them got through the nightmares together. Before Eddie knew it, the school year was starting, Robin and Steve were inseparable, working together at Family Video (because the two could barely spend a minute apart), and July 4th, 1985 felt like a distant thing. 
As the months passed, Eddie and Steve’s relationship only became stronger, and in March of 1986, when Eddie watches Chrissy Cunningham be killed by seemingly supernatural forces, he knows who to call. 
With a proactive start on things, they kill Vecna on the first try. No one dies- really, the worst that happens is a couple of scratches here and there. They live. 
They love. 
One day far in the future, as Eddie watches his husband play with their daughter, he thinks back to that November day in 1984, and sends a quiet thank you to his younger self. That Eddie in the library may have had no idea the long-lasting effects that his plan would’ve had on his life, but Eddie couldn’t be more thankful. Steve was nothing like the ‘lost sheep’ Eddie had initially assessed him to be- he had grown so much, found himself, accepted himself. He was Steve. Eddie’s Steve. He was his own, beautiful, intelligent, kind, sometimes-awkward (yet adorably so), person. 
Secret, Unplanned Step Four: Make Steve Harrington Fall in Love with Me (While I Fall Irresistibly in Love With Him), complete.
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merloksdigitaltoes · 1 year
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Here are some out of context doodles of stuff that happens in my weekend at halberts rewrite.
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neonponders · 1 year
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Steve slipped back into the house and into the communal bathroom. No sooner did he find the bottle of Tylenol and pop the cap off, did the door barge open to Max squeezing her way into the room. The bottle rattled in his grip as she ordered, “Two of those.”
Whatever complaint he had evaporated as he dumped two servings onto his palm. “You too?”
She all but whispered, “Yeah,” and turned on the sink. After they both tossed their heads back and gulped water, she admitted hoarsely, “I don’t really know if my head ever stopped hurting after Billy—after Henry…whatever.”
Steve looked at her, his brows furrowed but his voice soft. “What?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she started for the door—
“I was drugged and tortured under the mall, remember? Not like I’ll think less of you for anything.”
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spacedlexi · 4 months
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not finishing this before the year ends so take this wip...as a treat..
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kiirotoao · 8 months
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Can’t stop thinking about what would have happened had Mike just hugged Will at the airport… like bro… we could’ve had it all
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fiori7ura · 21 days
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“make him pay.”
words — 587 | rating — teen & up
★ warnings: none!
based on the prompt sentence, “If you die, I’m gonna kill you,” by @writinginstardust, which you can find here
They're standing outside of the Munson's trailer, huddled in a group. Robin, Nancy, and Steve on one side, facing Eddie and Dustin. Thunder rolls in the atmosphere around them, and it's their final destination before they go to try and kill Vecna.
The air is musky and stinks like nasty ass mildew, it's fucking freezing, Steve can't feel his goddamn fingers, and now, he has to say goodbye to Eddie and Dustin and turn his back. Be the strong man, the big man, and walk away.
It's hard to do.
Steve makes sure to put his best into the little speech he prepared to Robin before all of this.
"Don't try and be cute, or be a hero, or something," he huffs, looking at Eddie. "You guys are just—decoys."
Dustin nods along with Steve while he's talking, and Steve imagines that's just like how he does when he's in class. He loves that kid with every bone in his body.
Eddie smiles weakly, his dimples not popping like they normally do. His smile doesn't meet his eyes, and Steve's chest aches in a bad way.
Steve goes to turn away as he gives Eddie and Dustin one last look, but he hears Eddie's voice ring out behind him and gives into the weakness crawling up the knobs of his spine.
"Hey, Steve?"
Eddie's eyes are squinted, his head is tilted ever-so-slightly, and there's a determined set to his jaw.
He looks down, eyes darting around, facing towards the hard dirt ground, avoiding eye contact with Steve. Then he glances back up, weary as ever.
"Make him pay," Eddie mutters out, and the mask he always wears to hide how he feels is now withering away. Steve can see it in his face.
Steve nods, goes to walk away, then pauses. Stands there for a second, maybe a minute, weighing his choices, and decides, fuck it.
He heads straight toward Eddie, grabs the open sides of his jacket, and pulls him close, pressing his mouth to Eddie's.
"If you die, I’m gonna kill you, Munson," Steve mumbles against his lips, hot breath passed between them in their small shared space.
Eddie cups his face delicately, like Steve will break if he's not too careful with him, and nods. "I promise, you'll see me after this, Stevie. You can hate me for as long as you live if I don't come back."
Steve pulls away, nudges his nose against Eddie's, and grins. "As if I could ever hate you, Eds."
Eddie chuckles, and his eyes crinkle, and those devistatingly cute dimples pop out, and Steve feels so giddy inside.
Robin clears his throat behind him, and Steve gives him a knowing smile, playfully rolling his eyes.
"Guess that's my cue. I'll see you soon, Eddie."
Eddie pulls his grimy hands away from Steve's face, and gives him one last peck, soft and sweet.
"See you."
Steve nods, and Eddie nods back, winking, and his smile is still present on his beautiful face.
When they see each other again, Steve wraps Eddie in the biggest hug, spinning him around in circles all while kissing him as long as he can.
They made it out alive, Eddie's safe and unscathed, and Steve can't believe his luck. Maybe the universe isn't so cruel.
"You kept your promise, huh, baby?"
Eddie smiles so widely Steve feels like he might already be falling in love. "'Course I did, sweetheart."
His southern twang comes through while speaking, and Steve kisses him again.
And again, and again, and again.
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roxannepolice · 10 months
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At the risk of sounding like a drunk sentimentalist, can I take a moment to rant about the Doctor's face when he sees the Valiant cleaning the air in The Poison Sky?
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Bc he's so happy. It's him in the prancing puppy mode. He was 100% prepared for Colonel Mace to go trigger happy and instead he sees the vessel being used as a perfectly ethical non-violent defence.
But it's also his first proper reminder of the Master since s3. And noone but he and Martha's clone's imperfect memories knows the full story behind who helped design it. For everyone in UNIT Harold Saxon was a technological genius gone mad and they are putting his nefarious devices to good use. Just look at this face and tell me the Doctor isn't thinking just that.
And as for how the Master would react if the Doctor recounted the tale to him, Idk, I think he'd be torn between being furious about the apes playing with his toy and extremely satisfied about scoring aginst the uglies :3
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