#you can’t escape the harrington charm

[kennahjune]

No Upside Down steddie AU where Steve gradually meets the members of Hellfire (-Eddie) in and out of school and they all come to befriending him really fast because “Steve Harrington is actually a good dude”

But Eddie fucking hates it.

And this only spurs Hellfire on because they think him getting mad over Steve Harrington is fucking hilarious.

Jeff who takes a foods class in third period and Steve does to and then the teacher pairs them for a baking project and Jeff gets to go to Casa Harrington. And he realizes rather quickly that Steve really likes baking and cooking and actually knows what he’s doing and that he’s not just taking the class for an easy A.

Brian (I’ve named him Brian, yes), meets Steve in Art class. Like Jeff, he thought Steve was taking it for an easy A but when seats are changed and they sit together he realizes that, no, Steve’s actually kind of good at drawing (particularly scenery). They get to talking about one of Steve’s sketches and the rest is history.

Gareth doesn’t officially meet Steve until later, but he does see him out with the kids at the arcade. Gareth works at the arcade and there’s this particular group of kids that just irks him— turns out they’re Steve’s gaggle. He watches in begrudging amusement while Steve rounds them up like a pro.

Then Gareth officially meets him after Hellfire one day. It’s fucking windy and he’s just leaving to school to go home when the papers and sheets he was holding are fucking torn from his hands. Steve grabs the papers— there after some kind of sports practice— and makes sure Gareth has them secured in his bad before leaving with a dorky finger-waggle wave.

And Eddie just downright refuses.

And then the school year ends and Steve graduates. And he’s convinced he doesn’t have to see Steve again.

Until, of course, Mike Dustin and Lucas join.

Jeff, Gareth, and Brian are all ecstatic to share their own run-ins of Steve Harrington to the three boys who so clearly idolize him. Gareth happily recalls how Steve “tamed” them in the arcade every time he came in.

Eddie sits in brooding silence.

And then Lucas joins the basketball team. And sure— Jeff’s on the volleyball team— but basketball jocks are so much worse than volleyball jocks.

Mike and Dustin, however thrown out of orbit they were at first, seem to settle in eventually and learn to plan around it. They think that anything that makes Lucas happy is a good thing (even if it did take a bit of a talk with Will for them to realize).

But Eddie? Eddie can’t stand it.

Which is why he refuses to move the date for the final campaign.

But Eddie doesn’t even get to introduce Vecna before Steve Harrington himself is all but breaking down the fucking door.

Eddie has this whole argument in his head that quickly dwindles when he sees the pure anger in Steve’s eyes (and also because Steve is really fucking pretty holy shit).

Steve tells Dustin Mike and Erica to pack up and get to the game before he drags them and you know what?

They listen.

Including hard ass Erica Sinclair.

And then idk Steve and Eddie get into a whole fight about.

But Steve makes it very clear that he doesn’t appreciate Eddie making Lucas feel like he can’t be happy doing DnD and basketball because that poor boy deserves nice things dammit.

And Eddie sleeps on it over the weekend before hunting Lucas down first thing Monday morning to apologize.

Lucas forgive Eddie (against Eddie’s protest because let the man grovel) but makes Eddie also apologize to Steve.

Which Eddie does by showing up to the Harrington Estate.

Eddie apologizes and they get high together and the rest is history.

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I might actually make this into something, it’s already pretty fleshed out but eh

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #eddie munson #robin buckley #will byers #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #el hopper #gareth emerson #jeff from hellfire #the dude I named brian #hellfire club #corroded coffin #minor steve x cc #you can’t escape the harrington charm #jeff and steve play volleyball together #probably gareth x jeff #but hella steddie #steddie #eventual steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve

[amorchai]

reader that bites their lip when nervous or concentrated. steve that would gently tugs their bottom lip out of their teeth and says, “baby, you gotta stop doing that, your lips will taste like blood when I kiss ‘em” with a little pout that turns into a smile. not really a blurb but I saw ur post and was like grrr must help random tumblr person

steve adores your nervous habit.

pairing(s): steve harrington x reader

words: 400

warnings/tags: pet names, slight mention of blood but nothing prominent or violent, mention of habits.

steve was observant. he knew he wasn’t the smartest person in the world but when it came to his friends and loved ones, he noticed a lot more things he thought possible.

what he noticed the quickest was the way you would bite your bottom lip whenever you were nervous, concentrated, or just even bored. if you were nervous, your fingers would fidget at the same time, if concentrated you were still. he knew you more than you knew yourself.

so when you were accompanying steve on a drive, a large parking lot overlooking the whole town below, a small place just outside hawkin’s you and steve loved to escape to, steve looked away from watching the far away planes in the air and to you. only to notice you were doing the very thing you knew was a bad habit.

“baby,” he assures quietly, leaning his hand over the console, his thumb gently pressured against your chin to usher your lip back into place. you snap out of the reverie you found yourself in and stared into steve’s soft eyes, “sorry, stevie.”

“gotta stop, you’re gonna draw blood one day.”

most of the steve was chaotic and loud, an extroverted charming guy but around you – he was calm, the way he is in private comfortable enough to shine through with you. and he said the words so soft spoken, caring.

“i know, i’m sorry,” you were still, and staring out the window so steve knew you were only concentrated, but his thumb gently moves from your chin and to your bottom lip – swiping the skin.

steve chuckles, “don’t wanna taste blood whenever i kiss you, hmm?” steve practically whispers while leaning over the console to press a quick but loving kiss to your lips before sitting back against the seat, smiling at you in a way your heart can’t help soar.

“what were you doing anyway?” steve asks, now holding your hand while you both look comfortably back out the window and the late-night views of everyone’s lives below.

you hum, relaxing further into the seat while answering, “i thought that was the orion constellation, but the stars aren’t as pigmented yet so i can’t tell,” you reply.

steve looks up at where you point, “i think it is,” he says, smiling at your focused gaze. he had no idea what orion was or any constellations for that matter.

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[californiaboytoybilly]

Billy, who has only ever known a life of ‘use or be used’ comes to Hawkins, Indiana with exactly one plan.

To get the fuck back out.

But see, the problem is that that takes money. Money he definitely doesn’t have.

The first night in his new room, he doesn’t bother to unpack. No, he sits on the floor by his bare mattress and he plots.

It’s not worth the risk trying to steal from Neil. Can’t escape this shithole if he’s fucking dead. Getting a job and actually managing to keep the money without his father finding out would be… difficult.

Bored housewives would probably be willing to shell out gifts for the privilege of a quick fuck to forget their balding, miserable husbands. It wasn’t much, but it was a thought to consider.

He leaves that half finished plan open in his brain when he goes to his first day at Hawkins High, only to have the page ripped up and burned at the first sight of one Steve Harrington.

Bored and- seemingly- apathetic pretty boy with absent parents and a big house. Considerably more his type than some desperate midwest housewife with sickly sweet perfume and a simpering voice.

And clearly rich.

By the second week of classes, Billy has caught Steve’s eyes lingering on him a few too many times.

So starts what would become both the only thing that mattered to him, and the worst thing he’d ever do.

His usual charm doesn’t work on Steve, so he goes the other way. Taunts him, a bully pulling on his pigtails until one day Steve snaps and kisses him behind the gym until Billy almost forgets why he’s doing this entirely.

At first, he feels no guilt in it. They don’t talk feelings, it’s just good fucking sex and Steve apparently loves to give gifts.

Gifts that are too thoughtful. Too knowing.

First aid supplies. Clothes. Buying him expensive dinners to make up for the nights Billy was sent to his room without a bite to eat the entire day, even if he didn’t know that.

Billy starts to become more aware of his plan as the days, then months slip by. He thinks of all the times Steve has given him money for gas or other things, how Billy has lied to him. How all that money is stashed away, just waiting for a chance that he can disappear into the night like an asshole outlaw.

Steve becomes his boyfriend and the guilt sits heavy and sticky in his gut. He starts to second guess what he’s been doing.

Billy doesn’t say he’s in love, not even when Steve does. He knows he is- has fought against it with every fibre of his being the whole fucked up way down- but he can’t bring himself to say it when his escape is on the horizon.

He comforts himself by telling himself Steve will forget about him. Move on and marry some docile stay-at-home wife who wouldn’t push his buttons the way Billy did.

But then, late one night, Steve says it again while he’s pressing Billy down into the mattress. And Billy- emotionally taken apart by a particularly bad day at home- crumbles. His eyes fill with tears and he says it back in a fit of weakness. The first time he’s ever said those words to someone.

I love you too.

That’s when his plan starts to fall apart. It’s become annoyingly apparent that he can’t escape this. Doesn’t want to. Steve has become his escape.

So even though it feels like pulling teeth, he starts to empty his stash. He buys Steve gifts now, because spending it on him makes him feel less vile. Takes Steve out on dates.

He finally feels a sense of relief when it’s gone, even if he says goodbye to California mournfully in the same thought.

It’s easier to be around Steve after that, even if a trace of the guilt always lingers. Easier to say he loves him when he isn’t constantly ready to say goodbye. Easier to open up to him.

He finally tells Steve the truth about Neil, and the first thing Steve does is offer him a place in his home if he needs to run.

Billy loves him. He feels free for the first time in his life. He’s happy.

And that’s when Steve finds out the truth.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #billy x steve #billy antis dni #billy hargrove deserves better #minor angst #miscommunication #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy #🌌 — a s t e r #🌌 — w r i t i n g

[ladykailitha]

The Subtleties of Steve Harrington Part 2

This is one is bit longer than the rest because there wasn’t a clear spot to break it up without splitting up one of the parts.

Part 1

*

One Month Before

The Corroded Coffin boys were on a mission. And that was to tell the Buckley girl to call off her dog. Because they sure as hell weren’t going to let Steve Harrington break Eddie Munson’s heart.

They walked into Family Video on a day they knew Steve would be off. How did they know he wouldn’t be there? Because it’s all Eddie was talking about all that week, that him and Steve were going up to Indy to Eddie’s favorite gaming store and get him a new fig to replace the one that been warped to hell in Eddie’s bag because he forgot about it.

“Welcome to Family Video!” Robin greeted cheerily.

“Buckley,” Jeff said, “we’d like a word.”

Her face turned calculating. “You know, all three of you ganging up on a girl at her work place where she can’t escape is preeeeetttty pervy behavior, yes?”

They all looked at each other in shock. They hadn’t thought what it would look like to her. To any outsider really. They whispered for a few moments before Jeff and Gareth turned to leave.

She watched them go with a raised eyebrow. “So how did you get picked as representative of the Corroded Coffin boys?” she asked him.

Brian shrugged. “Gareth is too hot headed and Jeff stammers when he gets nervous.”

“And I make him nervous?” Robin asked with a smile.

“You did just scare the two of them off, so...yeah?”

She grinned. “So what can I do for you Corroded Coffin boys today?”

Brian sighed. “Look, Steve is great guy and all. Saved Eddie’s ass when everyone thought he was dead. And we’re grateful. We are it’s just...” He ran his fingers over his face. “We don’t want Eddie to get hurt. He’s fallen for straight boys before and it’s hurt him bad.”

Robin’s eyes got wider and wider the more Brian went on until they were practically bulging out of her head. “Okay, okay. Slow down. Are you saying that you want me to tell Steve to what exactly? Stop seeing Eddie all together? Not be alone with Eddie? Not be friendly with Eddie? Because that’s pretty fucked up.”

Brian huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “It’s not like that. He’s flirting with Eddie. We’ve all seen the Harrington charm in action. And Steve’s turned it up to eleven around Eddie. Like take today. Would you go to Indy which is a two hour drive to go to a store for one item that cost two bucks max? The gas alone is gonna cost more than that.”

Robin licked her lips. “For Steve absolutely. But you’re right, that’s not a normal friendship thing. It’s best friend or boyfriend move.”

Brian nodded. “You have to see why we’re concerned. Steve is going to make Eddie fall in love with him and then get his heart broken when the next Nancy Wheeler walks by.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay. I know you are going to go running to the other two the second you walk out of this store. But if anyone else finds out and this includes Eddie I will hunt all three of you for sport. Do you understand?”

Brian gulped but nodded.

“Steve isn’t straight.”

He frowned. “He isn’t?”

She shook her head. “It’s a bit of a shock to the system, no lie. But Steve likes both.”

Brian cocked his head to the side. “So he’s actively flirting with Eddie? As in to try and woo him and shit?”

“Yup!” Robin said popping the P.

“Does Eddie know Steve isn’t straight?”

She raised her eyebrows. “I know I said not to tell him, but Steve is actively flirting with him, so he should.”

Brian shook his head. “I mean we wouldn’t have guessed Steve wasn’t straight, so...”

“So, does the former super super senior know that the boy who’s flirting with him isn’t straight?” Robin asked.

He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, that.”

“I don’t know,” she groused. “Hell, you guys know him better than I do.”

Brian nodded. “I think he suspects but doesn’t want to be wrong.”

Robin nodded. “That’s fair.”

Brian shifted from side to side. “Thanks. I guess I should get back to the guys.”

She nodded.

Brian stepped outside and Gareth and Jeff were on him in a hot second.

“You get her to call him off?” Gareth asked.

Brian shook his head. “Nothing to call off.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeff growled. “Of course there is. Straight boy hitting on gay boy needs to back the fuck off.”

“Bisexual boy is making moves on gay boy he has genuine feelings for,” Brian explained.

Jeff and Gareth looked at each other in confusion.

“Steve’s not straight?” Gareth asked.

Brian shook his head. “Nope.”

Jeff frowned. “I mean, we all know New Steve isn’t the kind to deliberately hurt anyone. Old Steve might have. But not New Steve. Why were we so sure Steve was out to hurt Eddie?”

Gareth shifted uncomfortably. “Because we assumed Eddie was the only gay guy in Hawkins.”

The trio fell silent. They knew that there must be other gay people in Hawkins. The town wasn’t that small.

“What do we tell Eddie?” Jeff asked.

“Nothing,” Brian said firmly. Before it was from threat of violence from Buckley, but now. He absolutely agreed with her.

“Nothing?” Gareth asked. “Doesn’t Eddie deserve to know?”

“From Steve?” Brian asked. “Oh absolutely. From us? Absolutely fucking not.”

Gareth and Jeff grumbled but reluctantly agreed.

Two weeks ago

Dustin was the hardest to convince. Which was annoying. And if Steve was being honest, hurt. A lot.

“For the last time, Dusty,” Steve said, digging his palms into his eyes, “I’m not going to date Robin. She is best friend and I am not her type.”

“Well what is her type?” Dustin asked. “You think she would go for Eddie then? Oh, maybe Argyle.”

Robin came bouncing into the room and skidded to a stop when she saw the looks on both Steve and Dustin’s faces.

“What’s up?” she asked slowly.

“Please explain to this butthead that I am not your type,” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Hey, man,” Dustin said. “I just want you to be happy.”

Robin grinned. “You know, for such a genius you do have a bit of blind spot regarding matchmaking.”

Dustin frowned. “No I don’t.”

Robin laughed. “Yeah you do. You aren’t taking into consideration the fact that not everyone likes the opposite gender.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I know about gay people. I just don’t know any.”

Steve and Robin shared a glance.

“I only like girls,” Robin said, smugly.

Dustin looked back and forth between them. “Is that what you meant by not being her type?”

“Yup!” Steve said. “She likes boobies. Personally, I like boobies and dicks. Though not on the same person.” He paused for a second. “No. I take that back. That does sound hot.”

Dustin scoffed. “I’m willing to believe she’s a lesbian.” He pointed at Robin “But there is no way in hell that you like dudes. You’re the ladies man. The original.”

Steve laughed. “I think Harrison Ford or Tom Cruise might disagree with you there.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. How many girls have you dated?”

Steve tried counting but the number kept changing. “I guess it depends on what you consider to be dating. Two or more dates? Probably in the range of six or seven. If you include just one offs where either her or I didn’t pursue the relationship past the first date it would be closer to eleven or twelve.” He wasn’t going to bring up one night stands. He didn’t want to break the kid.

Dustin nodded as if he had been proven right. “And how many dates have you gone on with dudes?”

Steve boggled. “You do realize that dating one’s gender is frowned on and there is an epidemic going on where it’s hitting almost exclusively gay men? It was hard to find gay boys before that shit and now the pool has shrunk by a lot.”

Dustin just shrugged. “All I’m hearing is that you’ve never dated a man. So how do you know you like them?”

Steve put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes skyward. This kid.

“Just because I haven’t dated a boy doesn’t mean I haven’t kissed them, Dustin.”

Both Robin and Dustin turned to him in shock.

“You have?” Robin asked.

“Yes,” Steve hissed. “And no, I’m not telling you who. I don’t kiss and tell.”

Dustin bit his lip. “You really like dudes?”

Steve threw his arms in the air. “Yes!”

Dustin rubbed his hands together. “That just opens up the possibilities for dates!”

Steve just groaned.

*

One Week Before

Steve was doing his least favorite favorite chore. He hated taking the brats to Hellfire because they were little shits. Because he loved it because it meant that he got to see Eddie.

Dustin was sitting behind the driver’s seat kicking Steve in the back. “You know Eddie’s gay, right?”

Steve sighed and glared at him through the rearview mirror. “We don’t out other people without their permission, dude. Not ever.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying...”

“I know exactly what you’re saying,” Steve growled, “and I’m saying we don’t out people until they’re ready to come out.” He fought really hard not to look at the boy in the front passenger seat, to avoid doing what he just told Dustin not to do.

“I’m gay...” Will whispered.

Steve sighed. Looks like they were going to be a little late to D&D today. He pulled into a parking lot and parked.

“Thanks for saying something,” Steve said softly. “But you didn’t have to.”

“I’ve known for awhile,” Mike said softly.

Lucas nodded. “I might have not have known for sure, but yeah. That makes sense.”

Dustin frowned. “How the hell did I miss that?”

Steve turned around in the seat. “Because you’ve got a blind spot where anyone outside of the norm is concerned. Which let’s be honest, isn’t a good look for a scientist.”

Dustin pouted.

Lucas frowned. “Who else did you miss?”

Steve turned to Will with a grin. “Go ahead, tell them.”  

“Steve,” Will said softly.

Lucas and Mike started shouting protestations and Steve just waited them out.

“How did you know, Will?” Steve asked after they had calmed down enough to be heard over.

Will blushed. “I saw the way you acted around Jonathan and I suspected. But then I saw how you acted around Eddie and I knew.”

“It’s a problem I have to be sure,” Steve said. “Crushing on both sides of a couple. Not...as a...not like that.”

“Not as a threesome?” Lucas clarified.

Steve nodded, deeply embarrassed. “But separately. So yeah. I had a crush on Tommy H and Carol. Nancy and Jonathan. But I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of all that. I don’t have crushes on any of them anymore.”

Mike folded his arms and pouted but Lucas looked thought for a minute.

“Yeah, I think that makes sense,” he said. “I can see it.”

Steve smiled at him and mouthed ‘thank you’. “All right, now that we’ve survived both of those bombshells, let’s get you to your nerd game.”

The kids had almost gotten to the door when Dustin stopped. He said something to the others before he came dashing back to the car.

“Will said Eddie!” he cried gleefully. “You have a crush on Eddie!”

Steve rolled down the window and hissed, “Shut up or he’ll hear you!”

Dustin jumped up and down. “It would be sooo cool if both of my dads start dating each other.”

Steve shook his head. “We’re just good friends, don’t meddle with that. If I think I’ve got a chance, you know I’ll go for it. But until then you stay out of it.”

Dustin nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

Part 3 Part 4

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[munsster]

that everything feeling

A/N: i love s3 and i love s3 steve in his s3 scoops ahoy shorts. so i like basically did a mini s3e7-8 rewrite??? but it’s not serious. and now there's this

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!GN!Reader

Summary: You (Henderson!Reader) despise Steve Harrington, but the end of the world (and your little brother's gang) has other plans for you. 2.6k words

Warnings: season 3 major spoilers (lol), canon-level gore, blood & vomit & drugs, kissing (ew right), fluff, cursing, drugged steve, more kissing & cursing

Steve is basically limp against you, and you have to laugh at how quickly the Russian amphetamines went right to his head and turned him into a walking slinky. Well, more stumbling than walking. You also have to laugh at the awful situation Dustin and his little shit friends left you with: dragging their half-concussed babysitter through the mall rapidly away from a troop of bodybuilder-types foaming at the mouth and hungry for blood.

Speak of the devil, two of the brick shithouses in question—each larger than both you and Steve combined—come barreling against foot traffic in your direction, though not quite at you, which is somewhat of a relief because there’s a chance to escape. Still, your heart is pounding deep in your ears—something that always sends you in a stupid direction. So with your fingers wrapped around Steve’s bright red neckerchief, chanting ‘please be unlocked, please be unlocked’, you yank the door to one of the mall’s storage closets wide open and tug him in after you.

“Woah,” he sighs, putting a hand on his sinking chest, and when you look at him, he’s marveling up at the ceiling, and you’re about to slap him across the face if he utters one more drug-induced adage. “Did I just die? Is this what the afterlife is like?” His eyes go wide as saucers when he turns to stare at you, suddenly bursting with giddy, schoolboy laughter.

You clap your hand over his mouth and guide him deeper into the pitch-black room at the sound of muffled shouting beyond the reinforced plywood door. He trips over a fallen broom, knocking himself off balance enough to instinctively anchor to your waist and slump back against a wall of stocked shelves. And he has the audacity to ‘ouch’ when an empty spray bottle bounces against his skull to the floor.

As much as you’re against Steve Harrington, you do have to give the bastard credit; he has a very natural charm about him that you can’t stay mad at for very long. Which is why you’re going easy on him today: not ribbing him for his reckless abandon and motherly love for the kids. He clearly cares, or else he would’ve let someone else take the hit. I mean, he’s got those gorgeous, brown eyes, all honey in the sun and starry. He hums against your hand and shuts them. But in a frog way, one after the other. And you’re almost relieved. A moment of silence, at last.

“Did you just lick me?”

You flick your hand away and wipe it down his shoulder with a killer glare, and he’s back to laughing his stoned ass off. But your fed up meter is boiling over, and those pairs of boots thudded along a while ago, so you slip your fingers between his and pull him along into the now unlit foodcourt, checking behind you every couple of steps to make sure he’s not facedown on the linoleum. That would be seriously inconsiderate seeing as he’s caked in blood, and it would suck to have to wipe that up on minimum wage.

“Um…” he huffs, tightening his iron grip on your hand and halting to a wavering stop next to the centerpiece fountain. He looks seasick and pale and moist, and you don’t need to hear him to know that when he says, “I’m gonna yak,” he’s being dead serious.

“Oh my God, Steve, you’ve gotta be kidding me”—you’re suddenly panicked when he tugs at the collar of his uniform with his brows drawn taut together—“okay, okay, where are the bathrooms, they’re—holy shit, across the mall. Nevermind—”

“Sink,” he grumbles, finding his shaky footing a few steps ahead of you, hand in clammy hand.

“What?”

“How ‘bout a sink?” He presses on, and you’re compelled to let him drag you around tables and chairs because he feels so sure and set, and you’re not one to deny a bleeding, more-than-slightly intoxicated man. You bare your teeth in a fake, almost worried grin.

“Steve, you’re drugged, where the fuck are we supposed to find a sink”—and in that second, you look up at the flickering LED sign—“Scoops.” From which epiphany, you take the lead, pushing him at the hips around the counter, through the swinging door, straight towards the deep, aluminum sink that he dunks his head into and proceeds to violently spew into.

You take to fiddling around the room, including but not limited to: dragging your finger across the dusty, steel table, opening and closing the service window, and reaching for the top of one of the shelves only for two ice cream scoops to clatter to the floor and scare you shitless.

“Nice,” Steve chuckles, running the faucet and wiping his cupped palm down his chin. He reaches forward and flicks three light switches, illuminating the baby blue room and the storefront with a warm and buzzing fluorescence. You gasp when he spins on his heel.

“You’ve got blood all over you,” you say. Because you knew he got jostled around pretty bad back there, but you didn’t think it would stain his shirt or earn him an insane shiner.

He looks down and shrugs. “Hey, handsome’s gotta do what handsome’s gotta do, okay?”

You roll your eyes and back up through the door to the front and nod him along before ducking down to locate the first aid kit and set it next to the register. “Come here,” you coo, “in the light.”

“Woah, bossy… okay,” he says, following you and bumping his hip against the counter and watching you flip the case open, digging around with both hands. He smiles sweetly when you stick the tip of your tongue out while taking out stacks of paper-sealed supplies, frantically scanning labels and directions.

“Okay,” you huff. You tear a small, white square open between your teeth and unfold the antiseptic wipe seated inside it. In one hand, you hold Steve’s jaw, tugging him closer while the other carefully cleans the blood spattered around his bruised eye. He hisses and latches one hand into the side of your shirt.

In tandem, you both “Sorry!”, and chuckle a little, and he’s still holding your waist, but you’re still holding him and tilting his face toward the light. You open a new parcel and dab the wipe at the cut below his lip. He squints his eyes shut, grunting and shifting his weight slowly.

“D’you want a bandaid for that?”

He shakes his head.

“Just gonna tough it out?”

A blossoming yet stubborn smirk gives him that signature shithead appeal, and you guess it’s conditional when he says, “They don’t call me ‘the king’ for nothing.”

“Nobody calls you that anymore.” You let go of him and shove the leftover wipes and bandaids into your pockets.

“Yes, they do.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“They so do.”

“Okay, name one person who calls you that.”

He scoffs. “Your brother.”

“Half brother.”

“Whatever,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, “he thinks I’m cool.”

“For your sake, I really hope Dustin respects himself a little more than that.” You crouch down to slide the kit back onto its shelf before popping up and smiling in Steve’s face. And he clenches his jaw, trying not to glance at your lips for too long.

“Wait,” he thinks out loud, “half? Same dad?” And c’mon, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“No, same mom. And it means you suck, Harrington, and my brother is definitely cooler than you,” you say, eyes suddenly wide and pleading, “don’t tell him I said that.”

“Oh, I’m gonna tell him.”

“Steve, don’t.” You poke his shoulder, and he tosses his head back to laugh. You look so serious, it makes his stomach hurt a little, but he’s glad he can still make you laugh when you look down for a second to hide a smile.

“Fine, fine, I won’t.” He shrugs, and you groan.

“Liar.” You turn to walk away, but before you can even move, your foot slips on the wipe, which would’ve sent you flying backward with a split skull if Steve hadn’t caught you and pulled you hard against his chest.

“Woah, don’t go falling for me now,” he teases. And despite how lighthearted he tries to sound, you can hear the deepset worry in his throat making his voice thick and breathy. “At least let me get changed, yunno, all that blood—”

“Shut up.”

He’s a little confused when he looks at you and you’re clearly not poking for fun. You’re straight-faced, and his stomach churns so delightfully when you curl your fingers into his shoulder. You don’t know if whatever this is is mutual when his eyes go a little glossy and his cheeks blush pink and warm. Your heart is wild and deafening and you think this feeling is nice. Like it could stay this way, and you wouldn’t even question it.

Because in reality, it’s already like this most of the time. Tip-toeing around and teasing each other like you’re some kind of forbidden fruit. Like it wouldn’t be fair to have each other. To care about each other even though you might as well. You might as well when you keep glancing down at his mouth shamelessly. When he brings his hands closer together around your back, there’s nothing louder than your blood like water in your ears.

You don’t even hear yourself whisper, “please,” but Steve sure as hell does.

He nods, feeling the curve of your spine, mapping you out because even though he can’t work a compass, he’s pretty sure you’re his true north. It’s not a hallucination when he leans closer or when you move your fingers so gently up the back of his head.

“Holy shit, there you are!” Dustin hollers, and you let out a heavy breath and draw yourself quickly away from Steve who shuts his eyes and pushes a hand through his hair. You hop over and scoop your brother into your arms. He groans, still patting your back reluctantly and saying, “We gotta go.”

…

Why you’re standing at the top of a hill watching these actual children babble into walkie-talkies is beyond your comprehension. You’re pretty sure even Steve gets it at this point. Though, he does call you over after spending a couple minutes listening to your brother and his staticky lady friend. Which is exactly why you agree and follow him blindly.

“I just need a little help pushing it out of the mud,” he sighs, gesturing over to the Cadillac slowly sinking into the grassy sloped meadow.

“‘Kay.”

He slumps into the driver’s side and pats the seat next to him, urging you to open the door with a sigh and slip into passenger. Turning the key, the car chokes a little before starting up, and Steve reaches across for the back of your seat, putting the car in reverse, and hiding a smile in his shoulder when it easily glides backward a few feet down the hill.

“Well… that was easy,” he mumbles. Your jaw ticks, and you look at him with a stupidly cheeky and incredibly feigned smile. Getting out of the car, you groan up the hill, and Steve fumbles for the door handle after shutting the car off.

“Wait,” he calls, and when you try to ignore him, “Wait!”

“What do you want, Harrington?”

His confidence falters a little with a dent in the soft earth, and you keep walking as if he’s not crazy about you. As if you don’t know and feel the exact same. But you’re sure nobody’s ever been crazy about you before, and this is Steve Harrington you’re dealing with. And then he’s shouting after you.

“Kiss me.”

Even your lungs go silent at that. You pause only for a step, recovering when you hear him get close and shuffle in the grass. What you don’t expect is him jogging far enough to wrap his hand around your wrist and stop you short of the shining horizon of Hawkins.

You turn, and Steve looks insane. Hair mussed, chin split, and eye swelled, but you bite the inside of your cheek because under it all, he’s handsome. More than a young adult boy should be, and when he says, “kiss me,” again, you believe it. He’s charismatic and thoughtful and he loves your brother almost as much as you do, and you wonder what stopped you all these years. Maybe it was impending doom, and now that it’s closer than before, maybe you’re feeling manic.

But maybe that’s okay.

“You’re high,” you whisper, “you don’t know what you want.”

“Come on, don’t do that. You were there when I puked up just about everything, right?” He wants to admit that right now, there’s nothing in his system but you and your smile. You’re in him like a sugar high; he can’t pinpoint the cause, and he knows he’d do it again. No matter how much you’d tease him for being cheesy, he’s serious. And with him looking into you like this, you feel insane. His brown eyes give you the stars and the everything above.

“I know what I want,” he says, squeezing your hand and guiding you closer. This is definitely not spur of the moment, unless this moment has lasted three years. He wants you close. Closer, even, than this, with you hovering like body heat though the night is cold and makes him rethink. But every time he does, he feels the same. “And I think you do, too.”

You reach up to cup the side of his neck, rubbing your thumb along his throat and trying to ignore the way your eyes water and cloud your vision.

“Hey,” he whispers, tucking his knuckles under your chin and pecking your temple, finally gathering you in his arms and rubbing your back, leaving another kiss against the crown of your skull. You lift your head, and he chuckles at the smear of blood down the bridge of your nose.

“Oh,” you huff, smiling and wiping your sleeve across your face. But looking up at him makes you feel embarrassed. Batshit and bothered and shy. He looks at you like it’s you. Everything, always.

And you hook your arms around his shoulders and catch his mouth with yours, grinning and going back for another when he holds you tighter than before. Your teeth click a little, but you figure it out, and you feel light at the noises he makes. No more ache and hurt and strain, just his soft lips pressed to yours. Just his palms sliding up your back. Just his smile and yours.

“Jesus Christ!” Dustin shouts from the top of the hill, “I called it—Woo-hoo!” Steve snorts when Erica slaps a five into Dustin’s waiting palm. You look at Steve and even past that to the sky, the open air and its stars. He smiles and kisses the corner of your mouth. You blink and grin before your eyes drift down to Hawkins. And Starcourt.

But your eyes go wide, and its not amazement when you mutter, “Holy shit.”

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Fantasy au where a group of travelers are escaping the kingdom of Hawkins. They hear of a hidden city - rumoured to keep all outcasts safe from the king of Hawkins’ tyrannical rule, under the protection of a guild of powerful mages and warriors.

They’re given a link, a super secret contact to meet in an inn the town over that will help them escape and find said city.

They come face to face, Strider in fellowship of the ring - style, with Eddie the Banished - gaze sharp and intimidating. They’ve heard the rumours- Hawkins runs rampant with stories of his alleged crimes - namely involving the missing crown prince. Every layman has their version, but it all chalks up to the same fallen Hero and great Villain story.

It’s clear that he is skeptical and very protective of who he brings with him into the city, but the owners of the inn - a gentle lady by the name of Joyce and her equally intimidating husband, Hopper, vouch for them.

It takes some time to get there, they don’t take a direct route to avoid ambushes and the like.

Eddie neither confirms nor denies the stories, in fact he stokes the flames and plays it up - they act as additional protection and armor, an air of “don’t fuck with us.”

Through the bravado and exaggerated stories, they start to learn bits and pieces about Eddie along the way - things that don’t add up. He wears lots of jewellery - he jingles like a cat with a bell when he struts - but one of the party points out that a lot of them look like protection charms, each handmade, possibly by children judging by the make.

He flirts like nobody’s business, but it never goes past that. They had to flee a tavern one time when Eddie blows up over a patron who couldn’t take a “no” a few times too many.

Among his jewellery, Eddie wears a lot of rings. Stacks of silver, gaudy and eccentric, though they spend enough time traveling together to start noticing the sole gold band on his left ring finger.

They do get ambushed once - but manage to fight it off mostly unscathed. Eddie plays it off as usual, but one of them notices him twisting said gold band, brow pinched at night when no one is looking.

He’s also surprisingly sweet - he’s always nice to the kids he encounters, always treats the waitstaff at taverns and shops with respect, he’s protective over the younger members of the travel party when they encounter someone particularly rowdy. They also notice how he picks up little things along the way - snack cakes, hand carved die. “Little gifts,” he tells one of them, with a lopsided grin.

Maybe Eddie the Banished isn’t the villain of this story after all.

When they reach the city - it’s relief - for once in their lives the air tastes like freedom. A bunch of people are there to welcome them and show them around, but mainly they’re there for Eddie. He’s nearly swallowed by a swarm of children, and catches his arms around a girl with mousey brown, shaggy hair (“Birdie” they hear him call her - they think she’s his betrothed for a hot second) before the small sea of people part, and the group of travelers still.

Because at the center of the crowd, though a few years older and in looser, more comfortable clothing than they’ve ever seen him in before, is Crown Prince Steve Harrington.

And before they can think to do anything, Eddie is dropping all of his weapons, bravado completely dropping, face blown open with relief. Then he’s running, and wrapping the other man so tightly in an embrace that they can’t tell which limb belongs to who. They watch them sway gently in the middle of the city square.

“I kept my promise. I came back to you,” they hear Eddie murmur with such reverence, foreheads touching, hands cupping the other man’s face with such gentleness -

And then they’re being ushered away towards the baths, “Birdie” talking a mile a minute about how they must be tired and how they should give the lovebirds a second.

And maybe the rumours and stories were wrong. Maybe it’s a story about freedom and love instead.

Anon…you don’t underSTAND I’ve been craving a fantasy book for so long and this is exactly what I NEED. please I am begging at your table for any scraps you care to share PLEASE 🙏

#I’m trying to be calm I really am I swear #I’m trying so hard not to keyboard smash my way through the day god I love fantasy Steddie #this is so warm and high adventure!!!! #the reveal at the end is so perfect I could live in this for DAYS #thank you for sending it to me! #if you decide to write more I’d love to read any kind of fleshed out version #but if this is everything then I’m delighted you graced my inbox with it because I am holding it close and never letting go #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #ask #anon #thank you anon I’m sorry I have nothing to add but I don’t think you need me to add anything or probably wanted me to add anything #I’m here to just share your story and happily so

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Family Dinner (College!Steve Harrington x Reader)

Family Dinner (Rated T)

Pairing: College!Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k+ (I got carried away)

Warnings: A few brief innuendos and Steve being a flirt. Nothing too crazy!

Summary: Stevemas Day 7- A continuation of Take Me Home for Christmas, you and Steve landed in your hometown and you're already dreading the first meeting between him and your parents. When the family dinner finally rolls around, the two of you are forced to confront your feelings due to a surprising question from your younger cousin.

“Steve, you don’t have to do this,” you glanced up at your boyfriend with the widest of pleading eyes you could muster. “You don’t have a hotel, you can just fly back to Hawkins and I’ll meet you there in a few days like we planned-”

“Babe,” Steve cut you off with a small smile. “It’s going to be okay. It’s just a few days.” He let go of his suitcase handle to hold both of your arms rather gently. ”Besides, your family is the reason you’re in my life, so how bad can it be?”

Just as you opened your mouth to answer, the shrill sound of your mother’s familiar tone as it called your full name scraped its way into your eardrums. You winced at the volume and tried your best to hide yourself against Steve’s form. “Oh god,” you muttered in a tone only he could hear. “It’s only been a minute and I already want to go. Can’t we just hop on another flight?”

“Think it’s a little too late for that,” your boyfriend muttered back, a fake smile already plastered against his lips. As he let go of your arms, he slipped a hand around your waist, pulling your back against his chest ever so gently. “Just smile and wave; it’ll be over soon.”

A sigh escaped your lips and you shook your head subtly in protest. Oh, poor Steve. Poor sweet, innocent, incredibly charming Steve. If you had known he was coming before the flight, you would have been able to give him much more than the two hour breakdown on your family’s quirks you had given him during the journey. 

“Oh, there you are!!” your mother tutted. “My favorite child, my pride and joy-“

“Mom. I’m your only child.” You felt Steve try to hold back a laugh against your back. 

“Doesn’t mean you can’t be my favorite.” The dazzling smile your mother beamed at you soon became rather discomforting. You knew that look; it was the look of first impressions. A trick she had taught you years ago, your mother knew the way to charm anyone or anything. Every time the holidays rolled around, you swore this expression was superglued to her face. The fact that Steve was here didn’t help matters much, either. 

Steve was new. Steve wasn’t like your other friends you had brought with you for the holidays. Considering you hadn’t even mentioned him to her, it was only natural your mother would be curious who this young man is with her child. 

“You must be Steve,” she said once she made eye contact. “We spoke on the phone.”

Your boyfriend smiled courteously before he reached out his free hand for her to shake. “Pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” he spoke with an air of confidence, a tone he reserved for some of your stricter professors or advisors. It brought a smile to your face. Steve was trying to impress your parents. That had to mean something, right?

It was a minute before your father came to stand by your mother’s side. “We have get a move on if we want to beat the rush hour. It was already starting to back up when we were pulling into the parking lot.” When turned his head, you noticed the bulky black frame of his portable phone. “No, Jerry. We have to act now or else we’ll lose the sale.”

“Merry Christmas to you, too, Dad,” you mumbled under your breath. 

Steve subtly squeezed your hip with his hand before using his thumb to rub circles against the fabric of your shirt. Be calm, it said. You’re not alone with this anymore. I’m right here. 

“Merry Christmas, sir,” his voice came to your aid. “I’m Steve Harrington, I go to school with your-“

“Oh, right.” Your father adjusted the phone and reached a hand to shake Steve’s. “You’re the young man staying with us. Hope you were warned. The holidays around here…are known to be a bit…memorable.”

A light-hearted chuckle sounded from Steve’s throat. It was almost natural, as though it was something he was used to. Come to think of it, he probably was. Steve had told you about the Christmases of old: ones with fancy parties his parents would host for the snoots of hometown Hawkins. Steve knew how to play the part, almost as well as your parents. “So I’ve heard, sir.”

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After driving back to the house, your mother had dragged your father out to the grocery store to pick up some extra ingredients for your great-grandma Agnes’ homemade stuffing. Your father fulfilled his societal obligation to frown upon the two of you being alone together in your room. You had playfully indulged him, arguing how you and Steve were both well into your twenties and were responsible adults. Besides, the spare guest bedroom was meant to be given to Aunt Ruth when her plane arrived the following morning. Steve couldn’t be expected to get a hotel room this close to the holiday! Unaware of what was actually happening, Steve had kindly offered to take the floor or the couch in order to respect everyone’s wishes. You wanted to kiss him senseless right then and there for his beautiful nature…maybe later. 

To be honest, the two of you were thankful for the reprieve. The entire ride to the house was full of questions, mostly directed toward you. How was school? Did you still like your major? How did you two meet? You had expected more intrusive questions, but you supposed the rest would come at the family dinner. 

Steve let out a low whistle as he set down yours and his luggage on the floor. He glanced around the pale colored walls and picture frames, a crooked smile plastered against his face. He was much more relaxed now that you were alone. This was the first time he would have a chance to learn more about your past. Steve certainly wasn’t going to let it go to waste. Your childhood bedroom wasn’t much, especially since it was mostly cleared out to fill your dorm, but it still told a story; a beautiful story of the person Steve had come to fall in love with so easily in such a short time. 

Photos of you and family were lined against the walls, mostly of you and your parents. Steve knew you had had a difficult relationship with your extended family— including your own parents. While you had been sure they meant well, you had always felt like the outcast, the one who never truly measured up to everyone’s expectations of you. As he looked at each picture, Steve felt his heart sink at the thought of a smaller you faking a smile for a picture before racing back to whatever book or song you were distracted with before. 

He wished your younger self had the smile he had tucked away in his wallet, a Polaroid he had swiped from Robin after the night he asked you out. You were laughing at something he had said. Granted, he was probably being incredibly pathetic, but you… you were really happy. Steve remembered how that day he decided your laugh was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard, and he would do whatever it took to keep hearing it every day for the rest of his life. 

Each frame was hung in a particular pattern. It was clear to Steve that someone had taken great care to ensure perfection. That someone was most likely you, too. He had seen your shared dorm with Robin. While the adorable babbling musician’s side of the room was messy, yours was always kept tidy. He could hardly remember a time he’d seen something on the floor. Well, aside from that one time… Steve’s lips quirked into a smirk at the memory. 

“Nice room,” he commented, raising an index finger toward a peeling Care Bears poster. “Cute.”

He just about laughed at the way your eyes widened and you lunged to be in his field of vision. “That’s uh,” you stammered. “That’s really old.” 

Steve nodded slowly, a grin stretched across his features. “Sure it is, sweetheart,” he mused, taking a step forward to pull you back into his chest. He pressed a few kisses against your hairline. “I still think it’s adorable. Seeing you with all your little stuffed bears…”

“Stop itttt,” you whined, hiding your face deeper in his sweater. 

Steve in fact could not stop. “I bet you had like ten or twelve of ‘em and that you were even more adorable than you are now.”

Another groan escaped you as you attempted to get absorbed into his much taller frame. You could hear his heart thudding against his chest in a slow rhythm. Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum. Just hearing his heartbeat, feeling him close by, helped you to relax. It was silly, but you were more at home with Steve than you were in your childhood bedroom. 

“Can we take a nap?” your voice came out muffled from within the cotton material. After a multi-hour-long plane ride and a stressful first meeting, there was nothing you wanted more than to curl up with your boyfriend and become dead to the world. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Steve was a cuddler at night. Less of a guilty pleasure than a need, you secretly believed being held in his arms was the cure-all to everything. 

As usual, Steve was more than willing to accommodate your request. A grin stretched across his face and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “When’s the dinner?” he asked with a gentle kiss pressed to your temple. 

“Not for hours and hours,” you mumbled, voice thick with the need to sleep. Your fingers gripped into the material as you tried to physically phase yourself into your boyfriend. 

Steve’s chest expanded with a heavy sigh and he nodded. “Alright,” he agreed. “As long as your folks are alright with seeing us in the same bed. Don’t want to spend Christmas in the emergency room, babe.”

“They’ve seen worse.”

“...something you need to tell me about, sweetheart?” 

“Hm?” Your drowsy state didn’t help you recognize what you had shared with the boy before you. When he guided your head back gently to capture your gaze with his own, your brow wrinkled in confusion. Why was he looking at you like that? He looked worried, almost afraid even. Almost like he was afraid you were…

“OH!” you suddenly exclaimed. “Oh, oh, god no! No, it wasn’t me! It was my, uh, it was my cousin and his girlfriend. They had gotten a little too deep into the eggnog and decided my parent’s room would be a great spot for, uh, yeah.”

Steve blinked. “Well, that’s just stupid.” 

“Eggnog, Steve,” your tone was adamant. “Heavily spiked eggnog.”

“So stay away from the eggnog, then. Noted- oof.” The force of yours and Steve’s bodies made a soft thud as you caused the two of you to fall down onto the mattress. Your boyfriend gave a soft huff into the pillow he was now face down on. “Hey, what was that for?!”

“Shhh,” you said with a hum. “Sleep time, pretty boy.”

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A few hours later, you woke up feeling much more refreshed and warm next to the boy you loved. Your lips twitched up into a fond smile as you took in the sight beside you. Steve was still passed out, muted snores escaping him every so often. He looked incredibly peaceful with the slight smile that seemed plastered to his face. A few stray hairs fell into his line of sight and you fought the urge to push them out of the way in fear of accidentally waking him up. 

As you watched him sleep just a bit longer, a warmth spread throughout your body. Butterflies fluttered about in your stomach and you began to wonder how you ended up in this situation. It almost seemed like something that could be written as one of those store-end-cap cheesy romance novels. Person A meets Person B, they fall in love, Person A surprises Person B on a plane on the way to meet Person B’s parents for Christmas. 

“Take a picture,” Steve croaked out in a hoarse sleep drunk tone, “it’ll last longer.”

“Sorry,” you apologized, already feeling the red hot flush as it made its ascent up your neck. “You know what they say, though. When you find good art, you take the time to appreciate it.”

“I’ve also heard that flattery gets you everywhere. How long did we sleep?”

You turned your head to glance over at the analog alarm clock perched on your old nightstand. It was almost six o’clock, meaning you had about…forty-five minutes to get ready for the most chaotic meal of your year. “A few hours,” you replied with a sigh. 

A swear escaped Steve’s lips. “We’re going to be late for dinner.”

“Nooo!” you playfully groaned as you flopped into him. You snuggled your face into his sweater again, hands sliding up his back underneath it. “We could just hide up here. ‘Sneak downstairs later to pick at some of the leftovers. Mom always ends up makin’ too much, anyway.”

“As tempting as it sounds, sweetheart,” Steve replied. “I want to make a good impression on your family. Something tells me the two of us staying up in your room all night might do just the opposite.”

You tried to reply by snuggling closer, but Steve was quicker. He scooted his way to the edge of the bed, hands pushing you gently back onto the mattress. With a stretch, he yawned and bent over to pick up the suitcase he packed. He tossed it haphazardly beside you and quickly unzipped it, pulling out the two dress shirts laid on top. The first shirt was a deep maroon with black buttons with thin horizontal white lines, one of your favorites on him. The other was a navy and grey checkered shirt you had only Steve wear for special occasions. Knowing that he selected it to bring and wear for your parents only made the warmth within you spread.

“Which one?” he asked you.

Without any hesitation, you sat up and raised an index finger toward the red shirt. “That one.”

Steve nodded at your choice, setting the other shirt back into the suitcase. He reached down to the hem of his sweater and began to lift it up off his form. You couldn’t help the stare that locked onto the skin which was slowly being revealed. When he noticed, Steve sent a wink your way. “Like what you see, babe?”

Just as you were about to answer, a barrage of knocks descended upon your door. “Dinner’s in thirty minutes!” your father’s voice boomed behind the wood. “Your mother needs help with the place settings and wrangling the kids into the dining room.”

You hung your head in exaggerated exasperation, eyes flickering back to Steve. He was attempting to smother a laugh at your expression. “Sure thing, Dad,” you called back. “Just need a minute.”

When you and Steve finally made your way downstairs, it looked as though a tornado had torn through the hallway. Backpacks, jackets, and diaper bags littered the floors and coat hangers. Several pairs of shoes were left as a heap in favor of sliding on the hardwood floors with socks. You managed to avoid having a head-on collision with your nine-year-old cousin, Alexandra, as she slid by. 

Steve, on the other hand, was not as lucky. 

“Oof,” your boyfriend exclaimed as he quickly reached down to secure the girl who had collided into him. “Are you okay?”

Your cousin merely blinked. “You’re new,” she said flatly. “Who are you?”

“Alex-” you started. 

“No, no. It’s alright, babe. I got this.” Steve waved at you with a small smile. He glanced down at the young girl before him. “I’m your cousin’s boyfriend.”

Alexandra crossed her arms and cocked a hip, eyes locked onto yours with a raised eyebrow. “You,” she said, “have a boyfriend?”

You shifted your weight side to side, left hand coming up to rub against your right arm. Sure, you knew the second you saw Steve on the plane that things were going to be even more eventful at this year’s Christmas dinner. The last thing you expected, though, was for your cousin to be the first to question your new relationship. Over the years, she had been less than supportive of your dating life, once she learned what dating was about. Every single date you had needed to pass Alex’s test – they had to be worthy enough.

Lucky for you, Steve was quick to jump to your defense. “Sure does,” he replied as he sidled over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. A gentle press of his lips to your temple was enough for you to melt against his frame. “Somehow I managed to snag a date with this one over the semester.”

“So you go to the same school?” Alexandra questioned.  

Steve nodded and gave a gentle squeeze against your hip. “Her roommate is my best friend. Well, second best friend, if you ask this kid- Dustin Henderson. He’s staked some claim to the title, which I admit is pretty weird, but he’s a pretty cool kid-”

“Steve.” You raised a hand to place atop the arm he still had wrapped around you. When he turned his head to look at you, you could see the warmth and love in his eyes. Steve hardly ever rambled. It was a behavior reserved for moments when he was stressed or nervous. Apparently Alex had that effect on everyone she stared down. You reached up to brush his hair back in an attempt to calm him down. He immediately turned into putty in your hands, eyes closed briefly and a soft hum sounding from his throat. 

“Do you love each other?” Alexandra’s voice shattered through the magic of the moment, eyes trained solely on Steve. It caused the older boy to waver, eyes flickering between you and the small girl who challenged his existence. 

Your own breath caught in your throat. The two of you had hardly reached the title stage of your relationship. Sure, you admired the boy who had stolen your heart. You’d probably even go as far as to say you were in love with everything he did. But the question became: did he feel the same? It wasn’t something you wanted to push him into, especially not by means of a nine-year-old. What if this scared him off? What if he broke up with you right then and there, before Christmas? What if-

“‘Course we do,” Steve responded before placing a kiss on your cheek. “Your cousin is my person. And I think we all need a person, even you little miss...”

“Alexandra,” your cousin said as she held out her hand. “But you can call me Alex.”

Steve leaned down to shake her hand firmly. “Pleasure to meet you, Alex,” he said. “My name’s Steve.”

“Welcome to the family, Steve.”

Your boyfriend smiled and glanced back at you. His face was the epitome of happiness in that exact moment. Even without being able to see it, you knew that your own expression mirrored his emotions. This Christmas, the two of you had each other. Despite the rest of the chaos which ensued throughout the remainder of the evening, including your grandmother’s insistence on you retelling how the two of you met, it was one of the best dinners of your life. 

“Hey, uh, Steve,” you stuttered out when you had led him into a quiet corner of the house. You had hoped to speak to him sooner, but given the commotion of multiple little kids and gossiping family members, it proved to be more of a challenge than you anticipated. 

“Yeah?” he asked, concern etched upon his features. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah! No, uh, yeah, everything’s fine!” you replied, hands reaching for his own. “I just wanted you to know that, uh, you’re mine, too.”

Steve knit his eyebrows together. “What?”

“My person, I mean. I, uh, I think of you as my person, too.”

A soft ‘oh’ left Steve’s lips as he let his hands drop down to your sides. His thumbs rubbed circles above the fabric of your shirt and he stepped closer. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. It wasn’t long or messy, just a silent promise of many Christmas dinners and plane rides to come. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he whispered against your mouth.

You grinned as you pulled him in for another soft kiss. “Merry Christmas, Steve.” 

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Author's Note: I couldn't resist. After writing the first part, I needed to write the second part where Steve met your family. I'm a serious sucker for Hallmark movie trope stories and I feel Steve is just the best character to use for these situations. This fic is significantly longer than most of the others in this event, but we can consider this a bit of a consolation for the missed day on the 17th. College AU Steve is actually pretty fun to write for...maybe we should do a part 3 where we travel back to Hawkins. What does everyone think?

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[constantlywriting1]

If Only I Could. Steve Harrington x F! Reader.

Summary: You and Steve work next to each other and visit one another often. You love to banter with him but you don't know whether or not you could actually see yourself with him. That question will be answered sooner than you think.

Word Count: 2444

A/N: This is a pretty fluffy fic. There's some light smooching but it's pretty clean compared to some of my other stuff lol.

You waited at the cash register as a few patrons roamed around the record store. It had been a long and boring shift and you couldn’t wait to get home. That was until a worker from the video store next door made his way inside. Steve Harrington had been visiting you almost every day since you had begun working at the record store. He wasn’t very sneaky with his endeavors but it was charming. You had even begun to pop into the video store on your breaks and you couldn’t lie, it was fun. 

“Hey, you get any new cassette’s?” He shouted over to you. 

“I don’t know why don’t you look.” You teased. 

Steve couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face. “You know you could try being a little nicer to such a loyal customer.” He replied. 

“Oh, a loyal customer are you?” 

“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply, but I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” He smiled while sifting through the cassettes. 

You checked out a couple of customers before Steve made his way to the register. “How’s it been so far?” 

“Eh, pretty dead so far, how about you guys?” you questioned. 

“Yeah, it’s not even my break right now so I made time to come see my favorite neighbor.” He said, causing a small chuckle to escape your lips. 

“Okay smooth guy, why don’t you go try that on your Hawkins High girls.” You shot back. 

Steve put his hand to his heart and pretend you had physically injured him. “Wow, that actually hurt.” 

“Well, sometimes the truth does hurt.” You smirked. 

Though you and Steve did have a very back-and-forth relationship you were worried you had taken it too far this time. He had been going on dates with almost every girl in Hawkins since Nancy broke up with him. Maybe it was too soon to joke about it but you couldn’t help it. 

“Hey, I’m just trying to find Mrs. Right, don’t be jealous.” he attempted to defend himself. 

“Jealous? That’s probably the funniest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” You replied. 

“Oh come on admit it, you wish you were on my hit list.” 

Both of you froze and looked at each other. Steve realized what he said and you tried hard not to laugh before calling him out on his phrasing. 

“Your hit list Harrington? What the actual fuck.” You laughed. 

“I didn’t mean to say it like that, you know what I meant.” 

“No. you know I don’t think I do. Why don’t you just explain.” You continued, leaning on the counter and staring up at him with a big smile on your face. 

He stood quiet for a moment and tried to think of anything he could say to justify his terminology. “Yeah there’s no way I can fix this can I?” he smirked. 

“Nope, I don’t think there is.” You replied. 

You looked down for a moment, trying to come up with something to do besides stare directly into Steve’s eyes. When you lifted your head Steve was smiling over at you. 

“What?” You questioned, unable to stop the smile that crept onto your lips. 

“Nothing, I just can’t believe you think my lines only work on girls still in high school.” He said, a little too seriously. 

“Oh my god Harrington, you are actually unbearable.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning away from him and toward the records behind you. To your surprise, Steve wasn’t giving up. He walked around the counter and stood across from you. 

“Come on, we should go out sometime, I’m serious.” He continued. 

You smiled and patiently waited for him to stop blubbering. “Listen, Steve, we’re better as friends. No offense but I don’t particularly want to be on your hit list.” 

He seemed genuinely upset for a moment before quickly switching his demeanor. “You thought about it.” He forced out a small chuckle. 

“Sure I did.” You smiled. 

“I probably should get back to work, but I’ll talk to you later, okay?” He said, motioning toward the door as he backed away from the register. 

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” You gave him a pitiful smile before returning to your job. 

The night continued on slowly after that. You couldn’t help but wonder if Steve was being as serious as he seemed. It’s not that you didn’t like him, or that you didn’t imagine what it would be like to share a bed with him, but you couldn’t let yourself get into it. You knew how many girls Steve had been on dates with. Robin had told you how he was hoping to find the one, and you were certain that girl was not going to be you. 

Suddenly you were dragged out of your thoughts by the main landline of the store ringing. You walked over to the phone and took it off the hook, immediately resighting the store's mandated pick-up line. 

“Hey honey, I won’t be able to pick you up from work today, They put me on an extra shift so you’ll have to find another ride home.” Your mother said on the other line. 

“Okay, I’ll probably just walk.” You replied, picking at your nails as she continued to speak. 

“You shouldn’t walk, it’s not safe at night.” She suggested. 

“I’ll be fine.” You tried to convince her, but she was not having it. 

“No, get a ride home.” she insisted. 

You sighed and agreed before hanging up the phone. Though she wouldn’t know whether or not you actually walked home you knew she only had your best interest at heart and that she was definitely right about it not being safe at night. 

You walked out of the record store and locked the front door for closing. The video store was still open and looking through the window you could see Steve and Robin at the register. 

“Hey guys,” you said as you opened the door, trying hard not to be awkward. 

Steve looked up at you as if he were trying to figure out the words he wanted to say. Robin immediately perked up, moving in front of him to block the awkward eye contact. “Hey, what’s up?” She questioned. 

“Nothing much I just closed up next door and my mom can’t pick me up so I need a ride.” You replied. 

Robin froze, knowing that the question was for Steve. She moved over allowing you to see that he had not stopped looking in your direction. 

Steve looked back and forth between you and Robin. “I need to bring Robin home-” He began but he was unable to finish as Robin but in. 

“But I’m sure you can make two stops.” She added. 

You continued to look at Steve who was still seeming extremely awkward. “Is that okay with you?” 

“I mean, yeah that’s totally fine.” He replied with a strange smile. 

When the video store finally closed you walked out and into the parking lot, allowing Robin to sit in the passenger seat beside Steve. You listened to them bicker and couldn’t help but laugh along as Robin kept making fun of your mutual friend. 

Eventually, she was dropped off and you took her place in the front seat. 

“You too are cute.” You teased. 

“Nah, me and Robin are just friends.” He replied earnestly. 

“Oh, so you are capable of having female friends.”

“Come on, am I really that bad?” He sighed. 

“I’m just kidding Steve, just take a left up here.” You continued to give him directions until finally, you made it to your house. 

You could tell that Steve was looking at the driveway, noticing that you were home alone. “What are you doing for the rest of the night?” You questioned.

“Probably going home.” He answered smugly. 

“Do you want to come inside, I have some leftovers from the other night we could eat.” You suggested. 

Steve thought about your offer for a moment. He wanted to respect that you just wanted to be his friend but you were the one who was inviting him inside. After some careful calculation, he shrugged his shoulders and turned off his car. “Yeah, sure.”

You got out of his car a lead the way into your house. As you unlocked the door and walked inside you realized that Steve had never been into your house. As he closed your front door he looked around your house and tried hard not to seem too interested in the place you lived. 

“I have some spaghetti if you want.” You shouted from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He replied. You took the bowl from the refrigerator and put it inside the microwave. You watched as Steve made his way over. 

“So do you just live with your mom?” He asked, genuinely curious about your life. 

You took a seat on the kitchen table, taking in a deep breath. “Do you really care?” 

Steve rolled his eyes, clearly not finding your comment amusing this time. “You really think that low of me?” He sighed. 

You smiled, not allowing his frown to get to you. “No, I don’t. It’s just hard to think of you actually wanting to know anything about a girl.” 

“I was in a relationship for a while. You do know that right?” He said, moving so that he was leaning on the table next to you. 

“Yeah I know that, but I know you too.” You smiled down at him. 

“How. How do you know me because I visit you at work sometimes?” He was getting defensive again, but you kept calm. 

“I’ve heard some things.” You chuckled.

“You listen to everything we hear?” He smirked moving a little bit closer to you so that his elbow was touching your thigh. 

You looked down at his arm then back up at his eyes. His hair was swooped loosely over his face and you wanted so badly to brush it out of the way. You wanted to do so much with Steve, but before you could move the microwave beeped, pulling you back into reality. 

You hopped off of the table and grabbed the bowl, giving it to Steve and walking up the stairs to your bedroom. He followed close behind you, eating his spaghetti as he walked. 

When you got into your room Steve seemed mesmerized. Looking around he noticed the large music and movie posters that completely covered your walls. Then he looked over to your bed which has been almost the exact same since you were a child, which was easily evident by the teddy bear perfectly placed between your pillows. 

“Oh god, is this yours?” He laughed, placing the bowl of spaghetti on your vanity and hopping onto your bed. You watched as he grabbed your teddy bear and shook it around. 

“Ugh, yes it’s mine.” You said, quickly going over to the opposite side of your bed and snatching the bear out of his hands. 

“It’s cute.” He teased. 

You sat down on your bed and watched as Steve leaned onto your pillow and stared up at you with child-like glee. “Haha, very funny.” You said sarcastically, pushing his shoulder lightly. 

“No I’m serious, it’s cute,” he repeated, this time with no sort of sarcasm in his voice. 

The two of you looked at each other for a while, comfortable in your silence. Once you felt as though you were falling too deeply into his gaze you force yourself to look away. “You're the worst.” You scoffed playfully. 

When you looked back at Steve he was still staring up at you. 

“Why don’t you like me.” He genuinely asked. 

You weren’t able to ignore him this time. He was being serious and there was no other way to interpret it. You straightened yourself out and held your teddy bear a little closer. 

“I do like you.” You replied sheepishly. “It’s just, you go on a lot of dates with a lot of different girls, and who’s to say you won’t just blow right past me and move on to the next.” 

From looking at his face you could tell you had made a point he wasn’t able to completely deny. “I know that’s kinda weird but your different and I’m not just saying that. I talk to you almost every day, I’ve never done that with any of those girls.” He tried to convince you. 

You smiled sadly at him, knowing he was being honest. 

“I don’t just wanna be your friend. I really like you.” He continued. 

You sucked your teeth. It was hard not to believe him. You looked away for a moment, thinking over your options. Turning back toward him you realized Steve had sat up and was now inches from your face. You watched as he looked down at your lips and back into your eyes, giving you a moment to deny what you both knew he was about to do but you didn’t move. 

You let Steve’s lips touch yours and slowly closed your eyes as you placed a hand on his shoulder. He started softly, letting your top lip sit peacefully between both of his. When he realized you weren’t going to stop him he began to move. Inching closer to you as your lips moved together in unison. 

Eventually, he attempted to slip his tongue into your mouth which finally made you realize what you were doing. You pulled away from him and quickly he began to apologize. 

“I’m sorry, you said you just wanted to be friends, that was really stupid of me.” He frowned. 

“No, no, no, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked you to come in. I don’t know what I was expecting.” You replied, pacing around the opposite side of your room. 

You both walked around frantically before Steve spoke again. “Do you want me to leave?” He asked. 

You looked up at him while biting your thumbnail. There were two opposing notions running through your brain. You wanted so badly for him to stay but every part of your brain was screaming to let him walk out the door. But you couldn’t. 

You couldn’t help the grin that crept onto your lips. “No.” you finally answered. 

Steve smiled back at you as you both began to walk toward your bed. Meeting in the middle, both on your knees you began to kiss again. This time more patiently as Steve let his hands go down to your waist. 

As he took your shirt off and you did the same to him, you felt no regrets about your decision. Maybe Steve wasn’t the guy you thought he was.

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[eriquin]

The Trolley Problem, Part 10

Plot twist!

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Part 10

Steve went through the rest of the story as best he could. He got a couple of interruptions from Eddie at points, like “So, the girl’s psychic?” and “How did the cop get involved?” and “Is there just the one monster?” and “But the missing kid is still alive, right? You can’t kill a kid in a story, Harrington. You just can’t.” 

He stopped the story right before the last day, leaving out the big rescue efforts. Eddie was obviously hooked. “Okay, but then what happens?” he asked. 

“I’m still coming up with it,” Steve said. “But what do you think? Does it sound okay so far?” 

Eddie furrowed his brow and shrugged. “I mean, you’ve got a lot of shit going on there,” he said. “The part with the cop and the boy’s mom discovering a government conspiracy is a bit weak. Feels like you’re leaving out a lot of the mystery there.”

Steve frowned. That was a part he’d never been clear on. “Yeah, that’s a good point,” he said. He patted his jacket, looking for a pencil and paper, but didn’t have anything on him. He’d left all his school stuff in his car before coming out here. “I wanted it to explain where the psychic girl came from in the first place.” 

“Yeah, I get it, it’s just a little weak,” Eddie said. “How’d she get out of the lab, anyway?”

Steve raised his eyebrows. “Jeez, I don’t know. They were so preoccupied with the monster that they lost track of her?”

“Eh,” Eddie said, waggling his hand back and forth. “Maybe she had already planned to escape. Or someone helped her get out.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Steve scratched his chin. “Man, I just wanted to ask you about some D&D references so I could make it sound authentic. And maybe about the kids’ motivations, because you probably know kids like them.”

“I’m sure you know kids like them, Harrington,” Eddie said with a grin. “I mean, aren’t you basing this off of people in town? Wheeler’s little brother and the like?”

Steve groaned. “I mean, yeah, but it’s not like I can go talk to them about it.”

Eddie snickered. “And I don’t think Wheeler would appreciate you killing off her best friend while your self-insert character seduces her.” He tutted and shook his finger at Steve, who went pale at the suggestion. “I appreciate that you made yourself an asshole in this story though. That’s very self aware of you.” 

“Jesus, was it that obvious?” Steve asked. “I need to make sure it’s set somewhere else. Maybe somewhere out east, or in Maine like Stephen King does for all his shit.”

Eddie laughed. “Or switch it up a little bit,” he said. “Have your dickhead rich boy invite the charming local drug dealer to his party and have him be eaten by the monster instead. You have my permission.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Steve said, rubbing his forehead. “No, I’m not going to write you into this just so you get eaten by a demogorgon.”

“Demogorgon?!” Eddie shrieked with glee. “Is that what you’re calling the monster?”

“I mean, that’s what I’ve been calling it in my head,” Steve said, cringing that he’d let the information slip so easily. “That’s a D&D monster, right?”

“It sure is,” Eddie steepled his fingers together. “How did you know that, Harrington?”

Steve felt a little flabbergasted. “I... I don’t know, okay? I just heard it somewhere and it sounded cool.” 

“Oh, indubitably.” Eddie nodded and looked smug. “But Demogorgon is the name of a singular creature. A demon lord, considered the prince of demons, and having an immense and unending rivalry with Orcus, the prince of the undead.” He steepled his fingers. “Not a name for just any random interdimensional monster.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but he was secretly a little impressed that Eddie just knew that information off the top of his head. Dustin had let him read through his monster manual once upon a time, in a past life, and he didn’t remember any of those details. “Okay, but if the kids were fighting the demogorgon in their game, and then one of them got taken by a tall, creepy monster, then that’d be what they’d name it, right? It’d be at the top of their minds.”

Eddie appeared to think about this for a moment, then nodded. “All right, your logic stands. Proceed.”

“Anyway, I just...” He sighed. “I didn’t mean to base it off of so many people I know. It’s just...”

“Write what you know. I get it,” Eddie said. “You need to kill off the best friend so that your action hero girl can have a reason to get involved. I get it. I just think your girlfriend is going to be pissed at you about it.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “We’re not... Nancy’s not my girlfriend. We’re just... We were just flirting. It’s not going anywhere.” 

“That’s not what the rumor mill says,” Eddie said in a singsong voice. “But okay. I don’t get a cameo in your story. That’s fine. No one would give a shit if I got dragged off by a monster, anyway. They’d just go find their fix somewhere else.” 

That just made Steve stare at his hands. He didn’t have a good response for it. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s kind of fucked up, though.”

“Oh, relax, Harrington,” Eddie said, ducking down to try to meet his eyes. “It’s just a story. I’m not going anywhere. Don’t you worry your pretty little head over it.” 

Steve looked up and smiled, feeling a bit dumb. This wasn’t precisely how he wanted the conversation to go, but he wasn’t sure how to steer it back into a possible rewrite for the story. 

Eddie cleared his throat and fiddled with the handle of his lunchbox. “You need an ending, though,” he said. “Like, how do they get the boy back? Also you need to tie all the different parts together in the end. Might be tough.”

Steve nodded. “They need to figure out how to fight the monster and get into the hell dimension to rescue the kid. Probably break up into groups.” He shivered a little. It was getting dark out, and the temperature had dropped. They’d been out here longer than he thought. “So, would you be willing to work on this with me?” 

“What, like an editor?” Eddie looked surprised. “I’m not really qualified for that. I barely edit my own papers, dude.”

“No, but you could, like, help me come up with monster fighting strategies that would be believable. And figure out the cop part, maybe?” Steve leaned on his elbows and gave Eddie a pleading look.

Eddie sighed. “I dunno... Like, it’s a cool story, but why are you asking me? 

Steve flailed a little bit in his own head while looking for a reason. He thought he had planned this really well, but now he couldn’t remember what his excuse was. He grimaced a little. “I mean, you know I can’t talk to my friends about this. They’d think I was going crazy.”

“Even though it’s just a story?” 

“Yeah, well.” Steve shrugged. “Writing stuff like this is, like, deeply uncool.”

Eddie grinned. “So you thought of me.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I thought you might think it was interesting and not be weirded out by the fact that it was me coming up with it.” Eddie looked like he didn’t believe him, or maybe he wanted to be flattered a little more and convinced. Steve knew how to massage an ego if that was what would get him what he wanted, but this was the wrong situation for that. He needed Eddie to want to be involved. “Look, if it’s not your kind of thing, that’s fine. I’ve barely got anything written yet, anyway. I’ll just work on it on my own.” 

Eddie crossed his arms and stared at him from across the table. “Yeaaah,” he said slowly. “It’s kind of not.” 

Steve’s heart skipped a beat but he kept his face steady, maybe letting himself look a little bit disappointed. He waited to see if Eddie was joking or not, but the other boy just shrugged apologetically. “Right. Okay, then,” he said, getting up. “I’d, uh, tell you not to tell anyone about this, but it’s not like it matters, right?” 

“Not like they’d believe me,” Eddie said. He got out his pack of cigarettes as Steve turned around and started walking away. “What, was that it?” 

“Sorry to waste your time,” Steve called over his shoulder. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and started walking back to his car. He went a little slow at first, wondering if Eddie was going to follow him, but he sped up once it was clear that he wasn’t. 

Instead of driving home right away, he pulled his backpack into his lap and pulled the notebook with his plan out to read it again. He was stuck, and running out of time. He would have to figure out how to fight the damn thing on his own. There was a terrible pressure behind his eyes, and he shut them and pressed his finger down on his sinuses, trying to relieve it. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. He felt like he’d wasted a week and a half trying to figure everything out and failing at every turn. His only option now was to stock up on weapons and hope that no one tried to stop him from keeping Will Byers from getting kidnapped by a monster.

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Score One Harrington

“You seriously brought that here?”

Steve isn’t sure if he should be mad or embarrassed, or some combo of the two as he stares blankly at the board in front of him with the familiar “You Rule/You Suck” written on it. There’s still a tally of 0 to 6. And it is currently resting on the break room table at Family Video.

“Of course I did. Gotta keep that ego of yours in check, your highness.” Robin laughs. “Besides, how else am I supposed to entertain myself on a slow day? Watching you strike out is the highlight of my shift. Or was, anyway. I haven’t seen you shoot your shot since Scoops.”

“Yeah, well, forgive me if spider monsters and getting drugged by Russians doesn’t put me in the mood.”

“Aw Stevie, where’s your sense of adventure?”

Steve hold back a groan as he hears the voice of the real reason he hasn’t even thought of flirting with anyone in a while now. Normally he’s thrilled when Eddie drops in to hang out with them at work, but he’d love to keep the humiliation of this to just Robin. The fact that he’s got his hair tied back and is wearing a fucking crop top does not help the situation.

“I know you can read, Munson. That sign on the door is there for a reason. Last I checked you’re not an employee.”

“Like a sign has ever stopped me before. Speaking of signs, what’s with that thing, who sucks?”

Robin lights up with vicious glee and he knows all hope that she’ll spare him is lost.

“Steve-o. Turns out the rumors are so not true. Whoever said he was charming was delusional. I’ve been keeping tally of his epic inability to score.”

Eddie’s face scrunches up adorably with confusion. “Steve can’t get a girl?”

“Nope, you should see him in action. It’s painful.”

—

Eddie finds that incredibly hard to believe. He’s so undeniably charmed by Steve without the man even trying, he can’t imagine being able to resist if he were.

Still, a selfish part of him is glad that Steve’s having no luck with the ladies. Which is dumb. Single or not Eddie knows he doesn’t stand a chance.

But hey a guy can dream.

“Aww Stevie, you’ve lost your touch? That’s a damn shame.”

“Shove it, Munson. That board is woefully out dated. I haven’t struck out in a while now.”

Robin snickers. “Only because you haven’t tried.”

Eddie doesn’t think Robin sees just how uncomfortable Steve is with the continued assault on his lack of a love life. He feels bad for his earlier joy. Steve deserves to be wanted, to be loved. By someone he wants back. Eddie’s pretty sure he’s a huge romantic even if he wouldn’t admit it. Steve’s the kind of guy who has so much love to give, it must be hard to have no where to put it.

“I’m sure you just need some practice to get your groove back, man, don’t sweat it.”

—

Steve thinks something in his brain must have short circuited. It’s the only explanation for why he does what he does next.

Which is to lean forward into Eddie’s space. He gently tucks one of the curls that has escaped his bun behind his ear. He lets his fingers trail down Eddie’s cheek as he pulls away.

Eddie has turned a lovely shade of pink, and stand frozen in place. Steve pushes forward with his stupidity.

“You must not have any trouble, hm? Pretty doe eyes. Those dimples. Bet you can get anyone you want.”

He can see Robin out of the corner of his eye, staring in shock. And maybe a little bit impressed. There is definitely judgement on her face. Whatever game he thinks he’s playing, she sees right through him. He chooses to ignore her for the time being.

Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. He’s blushing to the tips of his ears and seems to be at a loss for words. His eyes flick over to Robin, and then suddenly he’s flinching away from Steve.

“Hah. Right, yeah point made. You still got it. Congrats. I’ll uh…I’ll see you guys later.”

He barely gets the words out before he flees, and Steve is left crushed. And wondering how he can possibly salvage their friendship after he just made Eddie so clearly very uncomfortable.

—

Shit. He’s such an idiot. For a moment he let himself get caught up. To fall prey to incredible force that is Steve Harrington flirting. The second Steve crowded in to his space, the conversation they had just been having vanished from his mind.

When he saw the look on Robin’s face, reality set in.

Of course he wasn’t actually flirting with Eddie. He was making a point. Showing off his charm, still fully intact. Eddie feels the shame and embarrassment clogging his throat. He knows Steve didn’t mean anything by it, he’s too good to intentionally fuck with Eddie this way if he knew, but it doesn’t stop him from dying inside.

He’s back in his van before he even realizes he’s moved, fighting back the urge to vomit. How the fuck is he ever going to face him again? Explain why the hell he cut and run like that? If Steve doesn’t figure it out, he knows Robin certainly has. He’s pretty sure she’s had her suspicions about his feelings for Steve for a while now, no way she has any doubts after that horrible scene.

He’s so completely fucked. The best he can hope for now is that Steve will be a bit distant but at least stay his friend.

Shit.

—

“Well that was certainly…interesting.” Robbin wanders over to the break room table and puts a tally down under “You Rule” with a dramatic flourish. “I mean he did run away, but I think you still earned a point. So Steve, now what?”

“What are you talking about? He ran away. Robbie he couldn’t get out of here fast enough. Jesus, I freaked him out. What the fuck was I thinking?” His voice is shrill with panic.

“Woah there. Calm down, dingus. Did you not see the look on his face before he took off? I thought his face was going to actually catch on fire he was so red, oh my god. As hilarious as the two of you being total idiots is, it’s also getting kind of sad at this point.”

Steve is pacing, hands in his hair. He’s not really absorbing anything Robin is saying to him, too busy freaking out. Seriously, what was he thinking? His pride was wounded in front of his crush so he decides to…flirt with him to prove a point?! There’s no way Eddie doesn’t know now. How can he explain that he didn’t mean it?

Well he did mean it, but not really, he hadn’t intended to ever let this slip. He was fine with just being friends, had no delusions of Eddie feeling the same. No matter how much Robin insisted the other man was definitely gay. Didn’t mean he liked Steve. Hell Steve was shocked they were even friends, he knew Eddie could do so much better than him.

“Steven!”

He gets the feeling she’s been trying to get his attention for a while now. “I hate when you call me that.”

“At least it caught your attention. You seriously need to chill out. Listen, I know I’ll never get it through your thick skull that Eddie likes you-“

“He doesn’t!”

“We’ve been over this. I’ve literally never seen him smile at anyone the way he smiles at you…” He opens his mouth to interject again, but she quickly and loudly keeps talking. “BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW. The point is, heart eyes or no, Eddie’s not going to stop being friends with you for being bi, Steve. That’s not who he is.”

Steve stops his pacing, collapsing into a heap on the floor leaning against the wall. His head in his hands, he lets out a deep sigh. Tries desperately to hold back the tears he can feel burning behind his eyelids.

“I know that. I’m not afraid he’s gonna be a homophobe. Or biphobe. But being accepting of a guy who likes girls and guys, and being accepting of a guy liking you are two different things. Rob, if my crush on you hadn’t been 90% based on us just being awesome together and 10% me desperately wanting to be with someone who actually liked me as a person…If I hadn’t gotten over it once I realized it wasn’t real, you really think you could have stayed my friend? Knowing I was pining after you?”

Robin looks uncomfortable at the thought and he knows he’s right. “I mean that’s different. I’m not into guys, any guy being into me is weird and uncomfortable. And I’m not Eddie. I love you, but I don’t think the sun shines out of your ass. Steve, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could do to fuck things up with Eddie. At least not in a way that’s totally beyond repair.””

“I don’t know Robin.”

“Well here’s an idea, dingus. Go and talk to him. Don’t let this fester. It’s a ghost town in here anyway, I’ll cover for you. Don’t argue with me! Just go.”

And with that he’s shoved out of the break room.

—

Eddie makes it home before he breaks down. He’s thankful that Uncle Wayne is at work, because the second he’s through the door he’s leaning back against it sobbing.

What a fucking mess. He got a glimpse of the thing he wanted more than anything, and for a second he thought his heart was going to burst right out of his chest. And then reality set in and not only was the rug ripped out from under him and his little fantasy, but now he’s ruined the best thing in his life.

Even if Steve keeps being his friend, he knows things will be different. He’s been foolish, taking advantage of Steve’s obliviousness too much. There’s no way he can keep up with calling him things like “sweetheart” and “pretty boy”. The touches to his lower back, his wrist, his hair. Probably won’t be able to hug at all anymore, but certainly not those long lingering ones that make him feel like he’s home.

He’s pathetic enough that he’ll take what he can get. But he knows watching Steve pull away with destroy him.

Eddie’s not sure how long he stays like that. Long enough that he runs out of tears and just sits there feeling hollow. He nearly jumps out of his skin when there’s a knock at the door against his back.

“Eddie? Your van’s outside, I know you’re in there. Can we talk?”

Fuck.

He turns and stares at the doorknob. He’s not ready for this yet. He thought he had time to prepare himself to deal with the fall out. But there’s nothing he can do now. He’s not going to ignore Steve. He can’t. So he takes a deep breath and opens the door.

“Hey, can I…can I come in?”

He shifts to the side to let Steve in. He stares outside for a few beats, delaying the inevitable, then closes the door and turns to face this. Eddie’s surprised to see how torn up Steve looks. Probably feels bad for flirting now that he knows. So he tries to salvage this as much as he can by taking the lead.

“Look, Steve, it’s fine. We’re good, yeah? I’m not stupid I don’t expect anything. I just want to keep being friends.”

Steve’s face morphs into one of confusion. “What do you mean you don’t expect anything?”

Eddie sighs and looks down at his feet, unable to handle looking into those eyes when he says this. “Come on, I know you figured out I’m into you, ok? And I know you weren’t actually hitting on me. I know you don’t feel that way about me and I never expected you to. I wasn’t ever going to say anything. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I get it if I have now and I’m sorry. I just really hope we can stay friends.”

When the silence carries on for too long, he finally dares to look up. Steve is staring at him with wide eyes, looking completely shocked. Shit. Did he not know? Did Eddie just fuck things up by trying to fix them?

“You…What? You’re into me?”

Now it’s Eddies turn to be speechless. Steve’s face shifts from shock to one that Eddie can’t really decipher and he has no idea what to do now.

Eddie flinches when Steve laughs. “Shit…Robin’s never gonna let me live this down.” Then Steve’s tilting his head like a puppy. “Wait, then why did you run away?”

“…What?”

“I thought you left because I made you uncomfortable. If you weren’t, like, disgusted by me why’d you go?”

Eddie has no idea what’s happening. He feels like he’s trying to read a book but some of the pages have been torn out so he’s left trying to catch up. But the utter confusion is better than devastation at least.

“Why would I be disgusted by you?”

“Because I’m into you. I flirted with you. It wasn’t very subtle. I figured I freaked you out because you caught on to my embarrassingly huge crush on you. But if that’s not it why’d you bolt out of there?”

“I…what? Am I fucking high?”

Steve giggles and in a distant part of his brain he can’t help but think how cute it is. The rest of him is stuck on embarrassingly huge crush.

“I don’t think so. Eddie, you still haven’t answered me. Why’d you leave? Why didn’t you tell me you felt the same way?”

“I didn’t think you were serious! Jesus, in what world does Steve Harrington flirt with Eddie the freak Munson and mean it?”

Steve frowns. “Don’t call yourself that, you’re not a freak.”

“Oh my god, that is so not the point right now Steve. You have a crush on me? Since fucking when?”

The frown gives way to a shy smile. Suddenly Steve is looking at him all soft and fond, and it completely destroys his ability to think. The emotional whiplash is overwhelming.

“I think since you pinned me to the wall with a broken bottle to my throat. Confused the shit out of me, that’s for sure. I didn’t really realize it until I saw you surrounded by the demobats bleeding out on the ground. I thought you were gonna die, man. What a shitty moment to figure out you’re in love with someone, right when you’re about to lose them. I was a fucking wreck. The happiest moment of my life was when you opened your eyes in the hospital.”

Eddie remembers that moment. He was on some good shit, feeling floaty and not even sure he’d actually made it out or if he was hallucinating. But he opened his eyes and there was Steve. Holding on to his hand with tear streaked cheeks, looking at him like he’d performed a miracle by just breathing. Which to be fair, it was close to miraculous that he’d survived. It wasn’t until later he found out Steve had carried him out, and he’d refused any kind of medical care for himself until Eddie woke up. Even then he was practically dragged out by some nurses.

He’d been in awe of his bravery then. He is again now, watching Steve hand him his heart on a silver platter.

—

It’s dawning on Steve that Eddie only said he was ‘into’ him. Maybe spilling his guts and saying he’s in love with him was too much. Just as he’s starting to fully work himself into a panic, a pair of lips touch his own and the chaos in his brain stops.

It’s a painfully sweet kiss, Eddie’s hands so gentle as they trail up his jaw, fingers curling against his neck. He’s never been touched like this. Like he’s something precious. It’s immediately addictive.

Eddie hums around a smile as he pulls back, those huge brown eyes gone soft like melted chocolate. His thumbs stroke Steve’s cheeks.

“I love you. God you have no idea.”

“I love you, too.”

Eddie gives him what Robin calls his ‘Steve smile’. It lights up his whole face, dimples on full display, and it makes Steve’s heart flutter every time. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Eddie. You have no idea. I’d have hit on you a lot sooner if I thought I had a chance. Actually…that’s why I haven’t struck out since Scoops. I mean first the whole chaos of Starcourt happened, but then I met you and I just didn’t see the point in trying. I knew it would never work with someone else until I got over you.”

Eddie laughs, shaking his head. “Shit, Stevie. I thought you were straight. If I’d known you liked guys I’d have taken a shot at you ages ago.”

“Yeah, I thought so too…you were kind of my bi awakening. I mean looking back I’ve definitely been attracted to guys before, but never anyone I was really interested in beyond that. So I just brushed it off as like, platonically acknowledging that other guys can be hot. Aesthetic appreciation or whatever. What I felt about you was a lot harder to ignore. Hell everything about you is impossible to ignore.”

They’re both all grins, trading confessions back and forth for awhile and just basking in being able to finally say all of this out loud. Eventually the emotions get to be too much, and he just has to touch.

He’s allowed to do that now, too. So he leans in to capture Eddie’s smiling lips.

—

Steve turns out to be right. Robin does not let either of them live it down. Neither does the rest of the party. But no amount of teasing can ruin their joy.

They get their revenge by being disgustingly affectionate all the time, so they call it a win.

#steddie fic #steddie #stranger things fic #eddie munson #Steve Harrington #mutual pining #idiots in love #robin buckley #robin ships it #gay eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #my writing #my fic #eddie munson lives rent free in my head #eddie munson lives

[chrisbitchtree]

The one with the Indie Drama, or wait, was that an Horror Movie? Or wait, maybe it was a Romcom?

Harringrove Week day 1

Prompt - Trapped

1.8k - G

***

It’s not easy being the protagonist of an indie drama about a young man wandering aimlessly around a small town, but Steve’s accepted his fate after years of trying to escape into another genre.

When he first hears that they’re closing the Blockbuster on Main Street, he’s sad. He’s had a hard enough time accepting that his childhood was over, and it’s been made even worse seeing all the places he’s grown up with, like the Chuck E. Cheese, and the Toys R’ Us, and now his beloved Blockbuster, where he and Tommy had spent many a Friday night selecting the perfect movie for that week’s sleepover, closing.

The real kicker had is when Steve picks up the morning paper to see an announcement that a branch of the insidious Spirit Halloween would be opening in the Blockbuster building in the coming weeks and is going to have a hiring fair in the parking lot in two days. He sighs, knowing he needw a job since his seasonal position selling ice cream at the beach had ended two weeks ago, and his father won’t stand for Steve sleeping in and loafing around for much longer.

Finishing up his blueberry bagel and cup of coffee, he boots up the computer in the den and get to work updating his resume, hoping that really fleshing out his duties at the ice cream shop, and the shoe store before that, and the call centre before that, will hopefully him get some kind of managerial position. He knows jumping from job to job doesn’t look great, ok? He didn’t choose the ADHD life though, ok? It chose him, and he’s just trying to do his best. He doesn’t need our judgement.

Steve puts on his best khakis and polo, and by some miracle combination of his resume, his charm, and willingness to work literally whenever they want, he gets the position of assistant manager. The hiring manager tells him that she’ll see him in two days to start store setup, and he heads home to make the most of his last days of freedom.

***

Billy’s elated when he gets hired at Spirit Halloween, working alongside Steve Harrington. He needs all the time he can get to convince the brunette they’re meant to be together.

***

Two days later, Steve shows up at the store to start getting the store ready for opening day, and the first person he encounters is Billy Hargrove, directing a wolfish grin towards him. “Hey, pretty boy, fancy seeing you here. Give me a hand with these shelves?” Great, Steve thinks, sighing. He can’t go five minutes without the antagonist of his movie following him around. Life can’t go too well for Steve Harrington, of course. What’s a drama without any drama?

They spend the day piecing together shelving and hanging up costumes, working as fast as they can to get everything set for opening day, because God forbid the local population doesn’t have access to cheap, synthetic wigs, fake blood, and headbands featuring any animal ears you could dream of, ready to be sluttified when paired with lingerie from the Walmart on the edge of town.

He can’t wait to go to Halloween parties and stand brooding in the corner as the world spins madly on around him, as a good dramatic protagonist does.

***

Billy knows how he looks. He does own a mirror after all. He’s tall, blonde, buff and handsome. His looks lend well to being the antagonist in a drama film, ready shake up the protagonist’s sad little life, but he knows he has leading man in a romantic comedy potential as well. Look at him, for godsake, with his million-dollar smile and curly locks. He could sweep Steve off his feet, he’s sure of it, he just needs to be given a chance.

He drove all the way from California thinking that his task would be to find a beautiful man to woo, to love and protect, and the first time he’d seen Steve in the school parking lot, he’d felt ready to take on the role. He hadn’t anticipated having to take on two whole years of playing an angry jerk, and it’s taken a toll on Billy.

He thinks he’s found the perfect way to transition into a workplace romantic comedy when he shows up for his first day at his new job at Spirit Halloween, and in walks Steve, looking like a leading man himself, with his swoop of brown hair and big doe eyes. He lets out a long-suffering sigh and rolls those big eyes when he spots Billy, but doesn’t say much, just gets to work.

Oh well, the quiet gives Billy more time to plot how to get Steve. He’s put a lot of thought into it in the past, but never serious time and effort, because it didn’t take long to start to feel like it was a lost cause, and he’d be playing the antagonist forever, feeling unworthy of Steve, while Steve himself fawned over gorgeous manic pixie dream girls that he himself thought he could never get, even though Billy knows in his heart of heart they’re meant to be together. He know it sounds nuts, but we’ve all gone a little crazy in the name of love, right?

Now though, he feels ready. His time has come.

***

Steve’s starting to feel like he’s in one of those awful cringe comedies where nothing can go right, no matter how hard he tries, followed around all day by Billy chattering his ear off, always poking fun. And just when he feels like he can’t take it anymore, he takes a sharp turn into horror movie territory on Halloween night.

He and Billy are scheduled to close the store together, and they’ve just ushered their last customer on a panicked search through the slim remains of the store looking for a last-minute costume out the front door and locked it behind them, when the power suddenly goes out. It wouldn’t be that weird, except every other building in the immediate vicinity seems to still have it’s lights on.

It’s just them stuck in this d-grade slasher fic, ready to launch themselves right into the hands of a rip-off Freddie or Jason by going down to the basement to check out the fuse box with only the tiny penlight on Steve’s keychain to light their way. What kind of store has a basement anyway? That’s just asking for things that go bump in the night to come out and play. It’s the first time he can say he’s happy to have Billy, his personal antagonist, around.

Billy, who’s making Steve uncomfortable by going off their regular script tonight. He’s being too nice, too caring, too kind, ignoring the panicked look on Steve’s face, and the way he grips Billy’s arm for comfort as they walk further and further down into the belly of the store.

***

Billy puffs out his chest, his heartbeat picking up speed, proud of how quickly he’s able to fall into his destiny as a romantic lead, ready to protect Steve from what the other man imagines to be a gruesome fate.

“We should have brought a weapon,” Steve says suddenly, sounding panicked. He turns around and runs back up the stairs. “We definitely should have brought a weapon. Right?” Just as he reaches the top of the stairs, the door swings closed. Steve reaches out and turns the handle, but it won’t budge.

“Great. This is how we’re going to die. This is textbook horror movie shit. We’re trapped down here, and it’s only a matter of time before something kills us, or we go crazy and turn on each other. Psychological horror. That’s the worst.” By now, he’s stumbled back down the stairs, and he’s pressed up against Billy, gripping his muscled arm. Billy can feel him shudder. “You should be worried. Why aren’t you worried?”

“Can I let you in on a little secret, pretty boy?” Billy asks, chuckling.

“Uh, yeah?” Steve replies, still shaking.

Billy leans over and whispers in the brunette’s ear. “We’re not in a horror movie. This right here is a romantic comedy. And one for the ages at that. Right up there with When Harry Met Sally and Jerry Maguire. Our love story is destined to stand the test of time.”

Steve eyes him suspiciously, looking adorable in the faint light provided by his penlight. “How do you know?”

“Just a hunch. Can you trust me for a minute?”

Steve nods. “Sure.”

“Ok. I’m gonna kiss you, alright?”

***

Steve has no time to react before the knife goes right through his heart. The last thing he sees is Billy standing over his bleeding body, screaming in horror, looking around as he waits to meet his own end. Billy promised him this wasn’t a horror movie, but here they are, the screen slowly fading to black.

***

Wait a minute. Chris doesn’t write horror, so that can’t be right, can it? Let’s try that again.

***

Morning comes, and along with it, Caitlin, the manager, here to rescue them from the dingy basement.

Billy watches as Steve runs off with Jessica from cash, fully believing that she’s the one. He’s really found her this time. Who cares about poor Billy, sad and alone, with no one to love.

***

That still can’t be right though. Chris would never leave us with her two favourite guys separated by the fates. No, of course not. Let’s give this one more shot, shall we?

***

It would be so easy to scoff at Billy, tell him no, and work on getting out of this gruesome tale, but he suddenly finds that he doesn’t want to. And he doesn’t want to go back to his dull, grey, indie drama life, sitting around and waiting for the girl who’s going to magically make his life better. He wants to take a leap of faith. He wants to kiss Billy. Wants to kiss him silly, actually.

So, he doesn’t wait for Billy to kiss him. He leans forward, capturing Billy’s lips with his own, his eyes closing and his arms wrapping around Billy’s shoulders.

“Open your eyes, princess,” Billy mutters softly against Steve’s lips.

Steve does as he’s told, finding the world around him to suddenly be ten times brighter than it ever was before. The lights in the room are on, and he feels dizzy from trying to take everything in all at once. He looks down at his polo, unable to believe such a bright shade of pink exists.

He looks up at Billy, and it’s like he’s seeing him for the first time, bright eyed and grinning, all his focus on Steve.

Steve pulls him forward into another kiss and the credits roll on the dawn of a new day.

Third time’s the charm, don’t they say?

#harringrove #harringroveweek #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove fic #chrisbitchtree writes

[silly-putty-munson]

~Pretty Girl (Steve Harrington x Reader)~

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Insecure reader

Summary: Y/N is terrified that she’s not as good as Nancy so Steve ensures her that she’s perfect

A/N: this is not good but it’s just cute and someone told me they could see Steve calling his girlfriend pretty girl and I immediately fell in love with it

You were used to the looks from Nancy in the hallways, not just Nancy but everyone. Dating the King of Hawkins High has its perks but it also has its downfalls, such as everyone thinking you’re not good enough for the resident golden boy. Most days the looks and snickers don’t get to you but today was not most days. When you arrived to school, you were greeted by a sight that made your stomach tumble, the one and only Nancy Wheeler was leaning against your locker chatting with your boyfriend. Suddenly your jeans and baggy sweater didn’t seem fitting compared to Nancy’s over the top outfit, beautiful face, perfect hair, and charming personality.

Nancy saw you, but she didn’t move so instead of going to your locker you made straight for your first class as you already had your supplies. You sat down in your usual seat and luckily you had this class with Robin and it was just a study period so you could let out a little bit of your insecurities to you and your boyfriends shared best friend.

“Hey gorgeous how’s it going?” Robin cheered with her normal carefree attitude, plopping next to you.

“Uhh not great I don’t think, I saw something this morning that caught me off guard,” you shyly mentioned to your best friend.

“Do I need to punch Harrington?”

“What? Robin. No. Well, maybe? I don’t know”

“I will. Anyways, what did you see?”

“Nancy leaned up against my locker, talking to my boyfriend, taking up my morning time with her perfect clothes and perfect smile and perfect hair.”

“Oh…” Robin said simply, obviously not knowing how to respond.

“I just, Robs what if I’m not pretty enough for him? What if I’m just a fill in for the pretty perfect girl he used to have?”

“Then I’ll date you.” That earned her a small chuckle through the tears that were about to escape your eyes.

“Seriously Robs, I don’t know what to do.”

“Y/N Steve loves you so much, he literally can’t physically have eyes for anyone else. Even Nancy Wheeler. Also you’re like smoking hot, literally gorgeous, absolute perfection so he’d be an idiot to think otherwise. Just talk to him, okay?”

“Yeah I guess you’re right, thanks Robin. I love you”

“I love you too. And don’t forget I’ll punch him if he hurts you”

The two of you spent the rest of the period giggling over dumb things your classmates had done and making plans for the weekend before saying your goodbyes as the bell rang and you were off to finish your day.

-time skip brought to you by Steve’s chest hair-

At the end of the day you were greeted by your boyfriend immediately wrapping you into a hug as you neared his car.

“Hey pretty girl, you wanna go get some food and go to my place tonight?”

“Robin told you.” You knew that the only time Steve immediately greeted you with the idea of food and cuddles instead of a snarky yet flirty remark was when he thought he’d done something wrong.

“Yeah, she did. So? Food? My place? Let me kiss you and tell you how perfect you are?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice I guess,” you responded feeling a little better but still not perfect.

You arrived at Steve’s place which was obviously empty besides you two and went to go steal some clothes as Steve ordered pizza for you. You snuck into his room and immediately pulled out your favorite pair of his sweatpants, but had second thoughts about wearing them because you thought maybe they wouldn’t look good enough.

“Hey Y/N the food will be here in like an hour…” Steve trailed off as he turned the corner and saw you holding the sweatpants in tears that you didn’t even realize had spilled out”, hey gorgeous what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“I’m not pretty enough Stevie, you deserve someone like Nancy. Someone as perfect as you,” you responded now letting the sobs take over your body.

Steve immediately pulled you into his arms”, Baby no absolutely not. You’re literally the most gorgeous, kind, cute, and not to mention sexy human I have ever laid my eyes on. You’re my pretty girl. You’re everything to me don’t ever think you aren’t good enough for me, and especially don’t think Nancy would ever in a million years be the reason I left you. The only reason I was talking to her was because she was asking if we would go on a double date with her and Jonathan because she wants to get to know you.”

“Really?” A little hope was in your eyes at the thought of making a new friend as well as the assurance that she wouldn’t come between you.

“Really baby. Now how about you change into those sweatpants because they look amazing on you and then we can cuddle on the couch?” Steve answered, giving you a soft peck while rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Yeah that sounds nice.” And that’s what you did, Steve spent the whole night kissing your face, neck, anything he could while constantly telling you how perfect you were until you began to fall asleep curled up on his chest.

You felt something lift you from the couch and a few moments later you felt the warmth and comfort of the bed you’d now grown familiar to and a pair of strong arms wrap around you. Steve left a few kisses on your forehead, stroking your hair as he did so, until eventually you couldn’t stand to stay even a little conscious.

“I love you Stevie, thank you.”

“I love you too pretty girl, get some rest.”

“Hmm pretty girl, I like that.” You whispered passing out in his arms.

“Then I’ll keep it.” And he did. It quickly became his favorite thing to call you, and your favorite thing to hear.

#steve x reader #steve harrington #Harrington #steve harrington one shot #Steve Harrington oneshot #Steve Harrington fluff #stranger things four #stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things oneshot #oneshot #fluff

[bowiebond]

Hey Babe, Your Hair’s Alright (Hey Babe, Lets Stay Out Tonight) - Chapter 11

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39597543/chapters/99122538

Summary: After Eddie is humiliated at graduation by the town who still believes him to be the murderer, he breaks. He recluses. Steve isn't taking his shit for a second, and he's not letting Eddie's fire burn out.

CW: None

“God, this is stupid. This is so, so stupid.” Steve patted his steering wheel in a too quick rhythm, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. He let out a heavy breath, glancing down at the bouquet in his passenger seat. “Does he even like flowers?”

He groaned and ran a hand roughly through his hair. He paused and pulled down his visor, fixing his hair tediously. Once it was decent, he dropped his hands into his lap and hit his head into the steering wheel, groaning.

“What am I doing?” He laid there for a long moment before taking in a deep breath. “Come on, man. Use your Harrington charm. It can’t be that hard!”

He unbuckled his seat beat and knocked his visor back up, grabbing the bundle of flowers. The peonies were a spiral of gorgeous colours, with a bold pink along the outside and curling into a delicate pink that finished with a white middle and a single red peony in the center. Fully bloomed, the flower was to be the changing seasons diamond for it’s plentiful growth according to the florist. He stepped out of the car and looked around, making sure no one was around. It’s not like the Munson’s had any women that lived with them. Steve fiddled with a few dark petals, making sure there was no awkward flatness in the bouquet after resting against his seats for twenty minutes.

“Maybe I should have gotten a different one? Peonies aren’t really the kind of think you give a guy...Who am I kidding, guys don’t even get flowers, that’s something you give to a girl! Does he even like pink? I should have gone with something else...” When he told the florist it was for a special someone, she had insisted to have creative control.

“You might not know what it means, but your sweetheart sure will, Harrington.” She had winked as she handed it over and Steve only hoped she was right, and that she wouldn’t spread gossip about his purchase. Though, he doubted it. He also wasn’t sure Eddie knew anything about plants. Except the ones that made you high.

Steve made his way up the porch steps, clearing his throat and pulling the neck of his polo just a touch further down so he didn’t feel like he was suffocating. He had put on his best outfit, which looking back, he looked like he was readying himself for Sunday Church with his fitted black slacks, sleek black shoes and baby blue polo. It was a little too warm for a jacket - or maybe he was just sweating too much in general.

He popped open the top button of his polo, bouncing on his toes a few times to shake the nerves out.

“Okay. Okay, you got this, just...lay on the charm.” Steve raised his hand to the door and gave it a swift knock. It was quiet and Steve’s heart began to thump harder. He was pretty sure it was trying to beat right out of his chest as he knocked once more. Maybe Eddie was still sleeping? It was nearing noon, so surely not...

Steve straightened as footsteps neared the door before it settled in that Eddie was coming to open the door. He panicked and looked down at his awkward posture, resting his hand on the door frame. With the flowers against his side, he put on a cocky smile before dropping it and trying something a little more genuine, earnest but not hopeless. The door rattled and tugged open with a whoosh of air.

“...Harrington?” Steve’s smile fell as Wayne stared at him.

“Mr Munson.” Steve slowly tucked the flowers behind him as if it wasn’t glaringly obvious. He swallowed hard and righted himself, getting off the mans door with a cough. “You’re- You’re home. On a Monday. Why, uh, why are you home?”

Don’t panic. He could lie his way out of this one. If he could survive the Upside Down four different times and escape a handful of fathers with shotguns in his youth, he could survive Wayne Munson. Surely. Hopefully. Did the guy even own a shotgun? Probably. Fuck.

“Work let me have the day off. Going in for a check up in about an hour, drug tests and what not.” Wayne frowned. “What brought you around, son?”

Steve’s ears burned, trying to find an excuse in the static of his mind. He pursed his lips and smacked them, laughing a little too high.

“Oh, you know, just...Came by. To say hi.” Steve tapped his foot anxiously against the wooden deck. “Is Eddie home?” He peeked past him, trying to divert the conversation.

“Kid’s in his room.” Faintly the sound of music registered to Steve’s ear and he laughed.

“Oh yeah, of course, that’s- great. You know what?” Steve threw one hand up and smacked his forehead. “I totally forgot! I have to go pick up Dustin for his, uh, science project thing at...Mr Clark’s place!” He started to back away slowly. “So I think I’ll just be on my way, you know, always on the go, me am- shi-, I mean I am.” He laughed nervously and nearly fell off the porch as his foot missed the step. “Tell Eddie I said hi!”

“Steve, I may be getting more grey in my beard at the days go by, but I am not getting any stupider.” Wayne rolled his eyes and stepped outside to beckon Steve back. “Go and say hi yourself, young man. Sandy used to love pressing flowers with Eddie. I’m sure he’ll love those.”

Steve stumbled forward as Wayne led him through the front door, bewildered by the man’s kind smile.

“Sandy. Was that, um, your wife?” He wasn’t sure if Wayne had ever married honestly, but he needed something else to talk about rather than the bundle of peonies he had gotten Wayne’s nephew.

“My sister.” Wayne smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Steve’s stomach sank.

“Right. Eddie’s mom.” Steve looked away awkwardly. “She liked flowers?”

“Peonies were her favourite. But she preferred yellow.” Wayne gave a huff, gazing fondly down at the bouquet. “Said they made the prettiest bookmarks.”

“Well...” Steve gave a gesture to the flowers in hand. “I’ve never pressed a flower, but red would be harder for him to lose, don’t you think?”

Wayne chuckled.

“I think you’re onto something, Harrington.”

“Please, Steve is fine.”

“Then you can call me Wayne.” Wayne patted his shoulder. “You’re both adults, so I won’t ask you to keep the door open, but please do be respectful of the thin walls.” Steve’s face flushed red at the older mans words.

“Oh no, no, Eddie and I aren’t- I mean, we are, but- we aren’t gonna...This is very new.” Steve admitted with a shaky exhale, feeling a little worn. “For me. Us.”

Wayne looked amused at his stuttering.

“I can imagine.”

“I- I didn’t think you’d be so...” Steve gestured vaguely to him and Wayne quirked a brow, crossing his arms. Steve gulped.

“So what?”

“Well, I expected more...death threats. Maybe a shot gun or, I don’t know, at least some screaming.” He shrugged.

“My nephews life is completely his own. I won’t tie him down because of the way I was personally raised. That boy will always come first to me, Steven, even before my own self. Before this town, and before my friends too. Heck, he came before Sandra even before she left.”

“That’s...I respect that. Really. You’ve raised Eddie to be a...very unique individual. And I mean that in the best way possible, sir.” He tipped his head to him and Wayne chuckled.

“I’m sure you do, son.” He reached up and patted Steve’s shoulder. “I trust you to take care of him, Steve. You’ve proven to be a good influence on him, and I respect that.” Steve stood a little straighter at the approval.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Wayne.”

“Wayne.” Steve corrected himself. “Thank you. I know I’m new to this, but I- I want to be good to him. I really care about him.”

“I know you do.” Wayne’s eyes crinkled as he grinned. “You hang around him long enough and you can’t help but care.”

“He does have that going for him.” Steve laughed, ducking his head shyly.

“I won’t bother giving you the shovel talk. I’m sure you know if you hurt him, I’ll break every bone in your body, so I don’t have really have to say it.” Steve’s stomach twisted up at the threat.

“Yes. Yes, I do know that. Don’t gotta repeat it.” He gave a thumbs up, nodding with thin lips.

“Good.” Wayne squeezed his shoulder. “Glad that’s cleared up.”

“Yep.” Steve wheezed out.

“I’ll leave you too it then.” Wayne walked off to his room with that and Steve was left in the living room alone. He clicked his tongue, licking his dry lips before nodding to himself.

“He definitely owns a gun.” Steve cleared his throat and smoothed out his shirt, walking up to Eddie’s door. He knocked and looked down at the bouquet, second guessing his choices once more before the door opened.

He snapped his eyes back up to meet Eddie’s.

“What do you need, Un-...?” Eddie’s words died on his tongue. Whatever Steve wanted to say had vanished from his thoughts as he looked at Eddie. Adorned in his soft, yellow sweater, hair pulled back into a low hanging half-bun and a sketch pad resting against his hip, Steve felt like he was losing his mind all over again. Eddie had changed out the black rings along his ear for silver, a silver cross dangling from his right. The chain rested against the curve of his jaw as he cocked his head to the side, cross sitting on his Adam’s apple as he drummed the charcoal pencil between two finger tips in the hand holding the door. There was a slight black smudge along the curve of his lower lip and Steve’s mouth went dry.

‘Oh, I'm sorry but it's true You're bringin' on the heartache Takin' all the best of me... Oh, can't you see? You got the best of me! Whoa, can't you see? You’re bringin’ on the heartbreak!’

Def Leppard sang in the background and Eddie looked over his shoulder at the record player before turning back to Steve.

“What are you doing here?” He looked down at the flowers and Steve’s face grew warm.

“Hi.” Was all he could manage. “Um, sorry, that’s not what I-...Can I come in?” He tried again and Eddie looked him up and down. He stepped aside and allowed Steve to slip into the room, closing the door behind him. He took a deep breath in, taking the chance to calm himself now that his back was to Eddie. He cleared his throat once more and turned around, offering the bouquet to Eddie.

“For you.” He said and Eddie’s eyes widened.

“Oh. I thought...maybe, but I wasn’t- sure.” Eddie’s eyes flickered between Steve’s red face and the flowers, his lip twitching up into a smile as he took the bundle from his hand. He brought the peonies to his nose and breathing it their sweet scent, smile only growing.

“Do you like them?” Steve asked, tucking his hands into his pockets to avoid fiddling with his clothes.

“I do.” Eddie grinned, burying his nose in the soft petals. “Thank you.” He mumbled, brown eyes sparkling.

“As long as you like them.” Steve broke into his own grin, looking down at his feet, bashful. “I, um...I came to talk. About us.”

Eddie’s smile dropped a little but he managed a halfhearted one.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Can we...do you mind if I sit?” Steve cocked his head towards the bed.

“Sure, of course.” Eddie took the stool of his vanity, resting the sketchpad and pencil down, the flowers between his legs, cradling them delicately like he was afraid to ruin them. Steve smiled nervously up at him, rubbing his knuckles with his other hand. It was quiet besides the music and Eddie reached over to turn it down to a soft hum.

“So...” Steve began and Eddie nodded.

“So?”

“I...” His closed his mouth, swallowing before trying again. “I like you. Like, as in I want to date you.” Eddie’s lips spread in a soft smile.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I want you to...be my boyfriend? That’s how these things work, right?” Steve rubbed the back of neck and looked up at Eddie, rubbing his lips together. “I want us to be more than friends. But I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous.”

“Why?” Eddie placed the flowers aside and came down to kneel in front of him.

“Cause I really like you...maybe even love you. And I don’t wanna make a fool of myself. Because I’ve never done this before.” Steve gestured between them. “Dating a guy.”

“It’s not much different, I don’t think.” Eddie smiled lopsidedly. “Just a little more on the down low. Dates at home, hand holding, kissing...”

Steve laughed a little.

“I think I jumped a few steps with you compared to most girls I’ve wooed in the past.”

“Well...” Eddie sighed like he was so hard done by, reaching out for the flowers and holding them close. “You did eventually get me flowers.”

“You’re such a dick.” Steve dropped his head to his chin and breathing out a laugh as Eddie leaned his shoulder against his knee.

“You took me on a few dates. In Chicago.” Eddie continued, tipping Steve’s chin back up with a single finger until their eyes met. “You’ve held my hand...And you kissed me.” He whispered, eyes dipping down to his lips before coming back up.

Steve licked his lips, too aware of every place where they were connected and shared warmth, the air between them alight with tension.

“I did, huh?” He whispered back.

“Yeah. I’d say you did everything in the right order. You just forgot to ask the right question.”

“And if I asked now?” Eddie hummed, the flowers falling between his spread legs as he took Steve’s chin in hand gently, thumb caressing under his lip.

“I might just say yes.” A shiver ran down Steve’s neck.

“Okay. Will you be my boyfriend, Eddie Munson?”

“Ooo, full name and everything.” Eddie grinned, tilting his head. “Yeah. I think I will, Steve Harrington. I think I might even love you too.”

Their lips met with a zing, warmth infecting every limb as Steve pressed in closer, leaning into Eddie’s hand. The flowers are forgotten, left to the floor as Eddie turned further into him, one hand on his knee as his lips slide along this. You Got Me Runnin’ continued to play in the fuzzy background, Steve’s focus solely on Eddie as the man caressed his knee, the faint taste of charcoal dragged onto his lip.

Steve sighed into the kiss as Eddie’s fingers curled into his hair, licking into his open mouth. Steve doesn’t know why he had been worried before. Kissing was something he knew intimately, something he was good at. He didn’t know why he thought he’d make a fool of himself...

Steve slid his hand up his thigh, threading his fingers through the gaps of Eddie’s and tilting his head further to challenge Eddie’s languid pace. It felt good, the slide of their tongues, the firm press of lips, but it was slow and Steve thought he might lose his mind at this snail pace that made him tingle all over.

Eddie groaned into his mouth and Steve suppressed a shiver, cheeks hot and chest stuttering. Eddie pulled back just a little, catching Steve’s lip between his teeth and tugging gently before letting it go. Steve moaned softly, licking over the puffy red lip as he fluttered his eyes open to look back at Eddie. He looked flushed himself, pink high in his cheeks and eyes half lidded. Steve reached up and pulled the half-done bun free, letting Eddie’s hair fall back into place, the black band snapped around his wrist. He smiled and squeezed Eddie’s hand as his forehead knocked against his gently.

“You’re not a half bad kisser. For a freak.” Steve teased, his smile gaining teeth. Eddie’s eyes darkened, eyes trailing down Steve’s front and picking at his collar.

“Oh baby, you don’t wanna know half the amount of freak I am.” Steve’s stomach swooped at the pet name, Adam’s apple bobbing as Eddie slowly moved his gaze back to his, taking his time. Eddie’s eyes gained a sparkle, a wide smile slowly forming on his lips as he looked down, bashful compared to moments ago.

“Don’t go looking so scared now, you asked for this.” Eddie skipped his cupid bow and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, then to his cheek and up to his temple. “I know how to be patient.” Eddie murmured in his ear and laughed a little as he pulled away, pulling Steve up to his feet by his hand. Steve followed his lead, lagging a bit internally as Eddie spun him around.

“Now, I demand we find a vase!” Eddie announced like a king. “For these,” He picked up the flowers and grinned as he sniffed them. “Lovely flowers you got me.”

“Uh, fuck, do you even own a vase?” Steve asked and Eddie shook his head, still grinning.

“No, no, I do not. That’s why we must adventure out to find one.”

“Adventure out?” Eddie is already wriggling his feet into his sneakers, socks absent, and Steve stared at him in bewilderment.

“Yep.” Eddie squeezed his hand tightly, looking back at him with a small smile. “Don’t you think it’s time?”

“For what?”

“For me to terrorize this town again.” Eddie brought his hand to his lips and kissed it. It stings against his scrape but Steve doesn’t care. Because Eddie is looking at him with this mixture of apprehension and acceptance and Steve can only squeeze back.

“Yeah.” He smiled softly. “I think it’s time.”

“Then so be it. To Mordor it is.” Steve still doesn’t get the reference, but he doesn’t need to know it. He gets the idea.

“Well...Where do you wanna go?”

Steve thinks if Eddie asked him, his only answer would be, ‘anywhere, as long as it’s with you.’

END

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things fic

[ladykailitha]

If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too Part 11

It will be slower going from here on in as this the last completed chapter I have and the next one only has a couple hundred words.

But we are now at the concert.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

*

Dinner was lovely and the talk was easy. They finished and again Steve went to pay only to be told that all meals and drinks were to be put on Ozzy Osbourne’s tab and to not worry about it.

Steve and Eddie shared shocked glances but told the waiter to pass on their gratitude to Ozzy and the waiter nodded.

They went back up to their room and got ready to go. Eddie looked fantastic in his ripped black jeans, band shirt with the sleeves cut off and his gleaming white sneaks.

Steve tapped his lip thoughtfully. “It’s missing something.”

Eddie shrugged. “Well unless you happen to have my battle vest hidden around here somewhere, it’s going to have to do.”

Steve grinned. “Well, I do. But you’re not getting it back. It’s mine now.”

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock. “You have it?”

Steve nodded and pulled it out to show him. Eddie ran his fingers on the soft denim.

“Dustin’s mom helped me get it clean.”

Eddie let out a shuddered breath. “I’m so glad it’s safe. But you’re right, baby. I gave it to you. It’s yours.”

He handed it back to Steve, who set it on the bed. He went to his luggage and pulled out a single white package with a black ribbon. He handed it to Eddie.

“I couldn’t let you go to the most metal concert of the decade without a battle vest,” Steve said with a smile, “now could I?”

Eddie looked down at the box in awe. He looked up at Steve, tears starting to form on his long black lashes.

“Go on, then,” Steve murmured.

Eddie nodded and pulled on the ribbon, causing it to come undone. He lifted the lid and gasped. Instead of the light blue denim of the vest he had made, this one was black acid washed, giving the seams an almost yellow look to them. The front was decorated with the badges and pins of his favorite bands.

“Steve...” he croaked. “I can’t...”

Steve smiled. “The best part is on the back.”

Eddie turned it around and the most pitiful noise escaped him. The tears started running down his face like a storm.

Steve hurried to his side. “Is it okay? I mean...Jeff said you would love it. I didn’t fuck up did I?”

Eddie shook his head. “Is he the one that gave you the shirt to cut up?”

Steve nodded. “He said it was one of the test shirts that the front got messed up on and could be happily destroyed to use for this.”

Eddie placed the vest on his lap and ran his fingers over the name “Corroded Coffin.” He was going to be going to the biggest metal concert with his band’s name on his back. He lunged at Steve giving him the biggest hug.

“I don’t think you can top this, man,” Eddie said into Steve’s shoulder.

Steve pulled Eddie onto his lap and held him tightly. “Maybe not, but there is so much more coming, sunshine. You aren’t going to have much of a mind left by the time the night is over.”

Eddie nodded and kissed him gently. “I love you, babe.”

Steve expression turned soft. “I love you, too. So much. We haven’t known each other for very long but I still feel it. You mean the world to me and I don’t care if people think we’re going too fast. Both of us know that life is too short not to go for what we want. And I what I want more than anything or anyone is you.”

Eddie kissed him again. “I’m going to have get famous so I can spend the rest of my life making up for tonight.”

Steve laughed. “Just keep being the wonderful, charming, outrageous you and you’ll have more than made up for it.”

“You’re going to make me cry again, asshole,” Eddie growled.

Steve buried his nose into Eddie’s neck. “As long as they’re tears of joy, I’m okay with that.”

“You are such a romantic,” Eddie muttered.

Steve kissed Eddie’s neck, pressing gently against the gauze. “And I have set my sights on you.”

Eddie chuckled. “Getting the full Harrington charm experience speed run, clearly.”

Steve chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not using it all up tonight, you’ll still continue to get it for as long as you’ll have me.”

Eddie sighed happily. “Okay.”

Steve looked up at the clock and gave Eddie a squeeze. “It’s almost time to go, sunshine.”

Eddie got up off Steve’s lap and grabbed the vest to put it on. Steve put on the other vest and Eddie looked him up and down.

“Yeah, okay,” he teased. “You’ll do.”

“Asshole,” Steve said, gently pushing Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie grinned and leaned in. “But you love it.”

Steve laughed. “You bet your pretty face I do.”

Eddie blushed dark and red, turning away. “You can’t mean that.”

“Of course I do, Eds,” Steve murmured, cupping Eddie’s cheek. “Do you think me any less attractive because of the scars on my neck?”

Eddie shook his head. “It looks like a tattoo of barbed wire or something.”

Steve grinned. “That’s actually not a bad idea.” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “But anyway that’s not the point. The point is that you are still the hottest person I know.”

“How are you real?” Eddie asked.

Steve gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’m a reformed mean girl, love. Believe me when I say that you’ll get to see the not fun parts of me, too.”

Eddie giggled.

“Let’s go get you to the concert of your dreams, babe.”

*

They arrived the concert hall at the appointed time and got to the box office. The teller slid over the lanyards and two small packets.

“You’ll be going through those doors there,” the teller said, pointing behind them. “There will be someone waiting for you. Enjoy the concert!”

Eddie eyed Steve warily. “Those aren’t the doors to the seats, Steven. Those are the doors to the backstage.”

Steve batted his eyelashes up at him innocently, stepping away from the counter. “Are they?”

The teller laughed.

“Sweetheart...” Eddie said, trailing after him. “Please tell me we do NOT have backstage passes.”

Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze and looked him dead in the eye. “But then I would be lying.”

Eddie swayed where he stood and Steve brought up his other arm to catch him. “Easy there. Do you need to sit?”

Eddie shook his head. “Nope. No, I’m good. Still going to kill you though.”

Steve laughed and leaned in close. “Just you wait, it gets better.”

Eddie let out a low whine but allowed Steve to lead him to the backstage area.

The man waiting for them was the same one from last night, most likely because Eddie and Steve would recognize him as staff. They put the lanyards over their heads as they followed him to the green room.

There waiting for them were all four members of Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne.

They all cheered when they entered the room.

“Holy fuck, Kirk!” Cliff hissed when Eddie came from around Steve. “He looks just like you! Did your mom fuck around or something?”

Kirk laughed. “Come on, man, not every long, long, dark-haired metalhead is related. That’s country music you’re thinking of!”

Eddie blushed.

“You’re embarrassing him,” Lars said pushing his bandmates. “Come on in, tell us about yourself!”

Eddie shuffled in and with just a gentle nudge from Steve was launching into his favorite songs, their styles. He talked about writing his own music.

Then far too soon the sound guy popped his head in. “Fifteen minutes Mr Osbourne.”

Ozzy nodded and walked out. Steve and Eddie got up to follow him. They were shown where to stand so that the audience didn’t see him.

Steve handed Eddie one of the packets of earplugs. “The guy I spoke to about the passes recommended them.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow but dutifully put them in. Steve followed suit.

And then Ozzy started his set and suddenly Eddie got it. He had been to concerts before. Had even been lucky to be close to the stage for a couple of them. But this? This was a whole other level of loud. He gave Steve a thumbs up.

Steve smiled back.

When the set ended Ozzy talked about giving back to the community and how learning that one the towns near here had come to great catastrophe and how they were donating money to help rebuild the town.

The crowd cheered.

And then Metallica came on. And they played through half of their set before they stopped.

“We wanted to bring out a special guest tonight,” James said into the microphone. “You see, we wanted to something special for the town of Hawkins. More than just give money to help them rebuild. But we did that, too. And then the perfect opportunity landed in our laps. This nice young man reached out to us regarding his friend.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“This man told us about a big fan of ours who had been wanting to see the concert but before he could scrape up enough money to do, was hurt in a horrible accident that took the lives of several people in town. We learned that the town tried to blame this friend because he was one of us. Because he was different. Because he was metal. And what do we say to that?”

The crowd roared, “Fuck that!”

“Louder,” James said.

“Fuck that!”

“That’s right,” he continued. “So what do you say about giving him a round of applause?”

The crowd started cheering and stomping and screaming. Steve gently pushed Eddie out on stage. He stumbled a little bit and slid into that comfortable skin of being in front of an audience. Granted he’d never been in front of one so large or so captivated. But this was something he lived for.

“This, my friends is Eddie Munson, metalhead and guitar player extraordinaire,” James said. The crowd cheered again. He turned to Eddie, “Now a little bird told me you can play the entirety of ‘Master of Puppets’, is that right?”

“I’d say I was decent at it, sure,” Eddie said into the mic.

James looked at the crowd as if to say, ‘can you believe the modesty of this guy?’ “A song that came out a three weeks ago.”

Eddie blushed. “It’s a masterful song.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” James said tilting his head up in a challenge.

Then Eddie felt a guitar being pressed into hand. He turned to see Kirk wink at him. Kirk then pulled up a stool.

“Now, since we know you’ve just gotten out of the hospital,” he said into his microphone, “so we aren’t going to make you stand.”

Eddie looked down at the guitar in his hand. It looked almost exactly like his sweetheart. It was an NJ Warlock with the cackle red paint job. It was beautiful.

He looked over at Steve. The other man was giving him to thumbs up.

Holy shit.

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[latelyanobsession]

an elaborate shower thought, but indulge me if you will:

it may have already been done. i’m still a jr. in this fandom. HOWEVER.

Cinderella Harringrove AU. This could be written in a modern/80s setting or storybook. The storybook would follow traditionally along. Modern/80′s would be more along the lines of Steve being heir to a business empire type ‘prince’, his palace being a summer home in the Hamptons or something of that nature...

do you guys remember the scene. where prince charming is standing at his throne during the ball, bored out of his mind? greeting this HUGE line of trussed up young ladies and their mothers. he yawns politely, shooting this knowing look up at his father, the king, and his royal advisor who are watching in the gallery.

this is the scene!

“oh he’s certain to find a bride tonight! .” “most certainly, sire!” *whips out tiny opera glasses*

* two days before*.  “-...you can’t go galavanting around hither and yond, boy! it’s time you settled down! thought about family! duty! country!”  “there’ll be plenty of time for that later old man...” *ruffling king harrington’s hair* “now... you! YOU! *flustered and angry bushy mustache noises* See here!” *feeble finger waggling*

prince steve, at the constant nagging of his father the king, has agreed to put up with yet another frivolous ball, if only to prove that there is no one in the entire kingdom that he has any interest, nay any intent on marrying.

prince steve will indulge the king so that he can quickly return to the simpler life that he enjoys. out of the limelight with no demands or expectations. palling around with the commoners. he has no desire to marry and begin royal life. he has no desire to take up his father’s mantle.

and yet at this masquerade ball he meets someone.

a beautiful blonde stranger. of fair complexion and few words.

they escape the party to the lush labyrinth on the palace gardens to get better acquainted and escape prying eyes.

prince steve is entranced by this creature and yet just as he feels that he is getting to know them, the clocktower strikes midnight.

they run!

“i must know your name!” prince steve pleads chasing after them. but they vanish. the only trace (forgive me... this is cheesy) a crystal earring.

here’s where the AU would split.

for modern/80′s AU: steve would return to school, holding the earring on his person. maybe someone at school knows about it? or maybe it even belongs to someone at school? that would be utterly crazy... 

that’s when billy first drives up to hawkins high.

storybook AU: prince steve is forlorn. trying to resume some semblance of daily routine. aimlessly wandering the palace grounds. his hand absent mindedly fidgeting with the bobble that the guest had abandoned that night on the palace steps. his mind plagued with thoughts. 

“who could they have been? i’ll never have known them...”

when all of a sudden the newest stable boy jumps the hedgerow in front of him, riding like death itself is after him. all while joyriding on the prince’s prized steed. a wild grin on his face.

#harringrove #harringrove fandom #harringrove fanfiction #steve harrington #billy hargrove #this is my first input and i guess i can confidently say i got carried away #does this mean im an honorary member now?

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Unconventional writer ask game: my answers

I was tagged by @insert-witty-user-name-here, thank you, my love. I've already tagged some lovely writers in the original post. 😘 Can't wait to hear from you all.

— How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Less than a year. I'm a baby in fanfic terms.

— Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.)

'Close' and that's probably because of when it's used, such as when two characters find themselves stuck together, faces inches apart or limbs entangled. Also, that word can be used again when a character is about to come. Basically, during sexual tension or sex.

— Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written.

Don't know if this is my favourite but it is the longest one I could find.

From Beneath The Stars:

When they would sit and talk for hours, when they sat at the cafeteria hours after finishing lunch with their legs entwined, when Mobius would lead him into the elevator with a hand on the small of his back or when he gave Loki those soft smiles in the archives as they sat with piles of files around them.

— Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS.

From Preparing For A New Arrival:

That night, as they lay in bed together and Loki was fast asleep, Mobius gently caressed his stomach, softly stroking it. “Hello, little one,” he breathed out. “Your mother doesn’t think I know but I do. I’ll do anything to keep you safe, to protect you. You’re growing every day. I can’t wait to meet you.”

— What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write?

I think I enjoy when characters are at odds with each other but in a fun way. Like when one character is flirting and the other is trying not to fall for their charm. I love the game, the chase, the tension.

— Do you have a hyper-specific genre?

Does priest kink count? Coz I definitely have that and I want to write more of it for all my ships.

I also like writing kink fics and have a bunch that's are WIPs that I need to finish and publish. Specifically, I love characters having to do something, like praying or reading out loud, while kink or smut is happening. In Praying for Salvation, it's blow jobs and praying.

— Any personal or frequently used tags?

Probably smut, followed by angst.

— Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.

From Sorry, Not Sorry. This whole fic made me giggle while writing it.

“Loki, if you don’t stop apologising, I’m going to come!”

— Best editing tip?

I try to have at least one read through where I say the words out loud to see if it reads alright. I don't catch every mistake but I try my best. Occasionally, I have a beta too and that's amazing to have.

— What drives you to write?

Brainrot and horniness, basically

— Share something about your writing that you have wished someone would ask you about. Or alternatively, something that you are just really proud of.

I have no idea what I'd want people to ask me, so I chose this snippet from Praying for Salvation.

“Get on your knees before me and we will pray together.” His voice was smooth and Riley felt his legs obey before his mind had even begun to process what this meant. It was only when his eyes fell once again on Father Paul’s crotch that he felt he understood what kind of worship this would be.

“Let us begin. Our Father...” the priest rhymed off the prayer as he pulled down his zip. Riley tried to get words to come out of his mouth but he couldn’t find any. It probably didn’t matter soon anyway as Father Paul’s achingly hard cock sprang out of the confines of his tight jeans.

— Where do you draw inspiration?

Anywhere. Today, I was inspired to think of Steve Harrington dressed as a goth girl after seeing a goth girl walk down the street. That may be a fic at some point. I can't escape the thought of Steve in bouncy goth boots and Eddie just staring up at him (because they are tall boots).

— What is your biggest challenge in writing?

Work and my social life primarily. Also, having too many ideas and not enough time to write all I want or choosing to do events. They're great and I love doing them but they take up time.

— What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?

Incoherent screaming. It's just the best feeling. I treasure each and every comment. I remember someone said recently they wanted to print out and pin nice comments to their wall and I feel the same. It's just amazing to get a nice comment.

I remember when I got this comment on Going Down In The Elevator I couldn't believe how thoughtful it was.

I just want you to know that this is hands-down the most realistic and in-character Lokius steamy one-shot that I have read thus far! Thank you for depicting an amazing scene!! Could literally see this happening in the show. Your dialogue for both Loki and Mobius is on-point!!

— 1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP?? (Only if you are willing.)

From an untitled Geraskier foot fetish fic I'm working on.

His mouth salivated and he laved his tongue again and again around the bard’s foot.

“Hmmmm, yes. Suck on my toes.”

— What story or scene are you most proud of?

I'm very proud that I managed to bash out this almost 8k Geraskier fic in a week - Bring Your Hunger. It was for a fic/art prompt swap for @thepassifloradiscord and it's my first Witcher fic.

It's got smut. It's got angst. It's got pining. It's got denial of feelings. It's got them eventually getting together at the end.

— Please link your profile so we can admire your works!

I'm Tears_and_smiles on Ao3.

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