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solarmorrigan · 2 months ago

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First Fic Tag Game

Pick a fandom and post an excerpt of the first thing you ever wrote in that fandom. Could be a scene, part of a scene, a couple of lines, whatever your first foray into writing for that fandom was. Feel free to include a link to the story it comes from if it’s been published (excerpts from WIPs count too).

Tagged by @devondespresso! Thank you!

The first thing I wrote for Stranger Things was actually the start of a Joyce & Steve bonding fic where Steve has a migraine and Joyce mothers at him. I think I've mentioned it in a couple of WIP posts before? I got to about 1700 words before I stalled out, and I'm not sure I'll ever actually finish it, so I'll toss the whole scene at you

I'm a bit behind, so I'm not sure who else to tag at this point? If you'd like to do it, though, I'd love to see what you post! Say I tagged yooooou~

Steve had dropped the boys off thirty minutes ago. They had all come rumbling into the house with quick hellos for Joyce and had immediately shut themselves up in Will’s room.

Steve’s car is still sitting outside.

It isn’t at all that Steve isn’t welcome at the house—Joyce doesn’t want to run him off—it’s only that he hasn’t come into the house. As far as Joyce can tell, he’s just sitting in his car out there.

Giving up any pretense of subtlety, Joyce draws the front room curtain back from the window and peers out onto the lawn.

He’s definitely in his car, slumped forward with his head resting on the steering wheel. The sight gives Joyce a little jolt of anxiety, and she’s shoving her feet into her boots before she even realizes she’s made a conscious choice to go outside.

There is a possibility that he’s simply asleep – he’d agreed to pick Mike, Luke, and Dustin up this evening, and maybe he doesn’t have anywhere better to be. Maybe he’s just waiting. But then why not just come inside?

And for that matter, he shouldn’t be napping in a car in the middle of January, Joyce decides. It’s cold.

She wraps her arms around herself as she approaches the driver’s side of the BMW, where she can see now that Steve’s hands are still clenched on the wheel and his shoulders are tensed up to his ears. If he’s asleep, Joyce will eat Hopper’s ridiculous hat.

The window is rolled down (and that definitely can’t be healthy), but Steve gives no indication that he can hear Joyce approaching. He’s holding himself so tense, so still, that Joyce can barely see his back rising and falling as he breathes. The anxiety wells up further in her stomach.

She raps her knuckles gently against the car door. “Steve?”

Steve jerks upright in his seat, hissing through his teeth with the motion. His eyes are scrunched shut, and it takes him a moment to open them and look around.

“Mrs. Byers.” The words spill out in a hurried slur as he blinks at her. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Joyce gives him a small smile, even as she meets his eyes, carefully searching. They aren’t red, and though his gaze is a little unfocused, she can’t smell any alcohol on him. If anything, he just looks tired. “What’re you doing out here in the cold?”

Steve grimaces. “Sorry. I’ll, uh. I swear I’ll get out of your yard in just a minute, I was just kind of… getting my bearings.”

“For thirty minutes?” Joyce asks gently.

“Crap, has it really been that long?” Steve passes a hand over his face, as if he can wipe away the exhaustion. “I’m sorry, I’ll – I’ll get going now.”

He fumbles with his keys, attempting to single out the right one to start the car, and Joyce can see his hands shaking. She reaches in and places a gentle hand over his wrist.

“I really don’t think you should be driving right now. You don’t seem… all there, sweetie.” Joyce offers an apologetic smile as Steve squints back up at her. “Have you been sleeping?”

Steve shakes his head, but it’s more an automatic motion than negation. “‘s just a headache,” he mutters. “I just got dizzy for a minute. I was waiting for it to go away, but I’m good now. Promise.”

He’s trying to give Joyce that charming smile she’s seen him turn on other people, the one that convinces them that he’s not doing anything worth paying attention to (he’s used it at least a few times in service of the boys in the last couple of months, she knows, finagling them into or out of places they probably shouldn’t have been) but it’s a pale copy at best. Joyce won’t be swayed.

“Why don’t you come inside and lay down for a little bit? Drink some water. Then, if you can walk a straight line, I’ll let you drive home.” Before Steve can say anything, Joyce’s hand darts down and snatches the car keys from his lax fingers, and he barely manages a choked-off protest before hissing and pressing a hand to his forehead.

Joyce waits, half patient and half concerned, for him to uncurl from himself.

“You’ve been spending too much time around Hopper,” he says when he finally does.

“Oh, please, Hopper should spend more time around me. No one protects like a mom,” Joyce teases.

It doesn’t pull any of the reluctant amusement out of Steve—a little too cool to be laughing at a mom’s jokes, but letting it out all the same—that she expects. He gives her a twitch of a smile at best before his expression falls blank. He stares back at the steering wheel.

Joyce reaches out to squeeze his wrist again, angling to keep his attention on her, instead of wherever his mind had just taken him. “Come inside. It’s freezing out here.”

Steve shrugs, but moves to open the car door. “Cold helps my head, sometimes.”

There’s a brief echo somewhere in the back of Joyce’s mind—he likes it cold—but she shakes it away. “Do you get a lot of headaches?” she asks instead.

Walking beside her, Steve shrugs. “I guess? It’s not a big deal.”

A typical and perfectly helpful teenage boy answer. Joyce fights the fond roll of her eyes.

Steve reaches the door first, reaching for the handle, and Joyce watches with a frown as he fumbles to get a grip on it. She says nothing, letting him hold the door for her once he manages to open it, but turning to make sure he isn’t about to keel over in the doorway. If Joyce had to guess, given the dizziness and the unsteadiness and the green tinge to Steve’s otherwise pale face, she’d say this was less a headache and more a migraine.

She’d also be willing to bet it isn’t his first.

Steve shuts the door quietly behind them, only to physically cringe at a sudden swell of noise coming from Will’s room – Mike and Dustin shouting about something, it sounds like. Lucas’ voice rings out over theirs and the shouts die back down to background chatter almost as quickly as they’d risen, but Steve remains hunched over, eyes scrunched shut, breathing gone quick.

“Steve?” Joyce reaches out, her voice soft and her hands fluttering around his shoulders, but she’s afraid to touch just yet, uncertain if she’ll cause more pain.

With a few sharp breaths in and out, Steve straightens back up, shaking his head. “Sorry. ‘m alright.”

“Are you sure?” Joyce presses. “Look, you go sit on the couch, I’m going to ask the boys to quiet down. The walls are a little thin here.”

“No, they’re fine. It’s fine,” Steve insists, though his voice has gone a bit thin.

Lips pursed, Joyce stares at him for a few long moments. Gaze bleary, Steve stares right back. Honestly, he looks a bit more confused than defiant, but there’s stubbornness there all the same. Finally, Joyce lets a breath out through her nose and gestures to the couch.

“Okay, go sit. You said cold helps your head sometimes? What else?”

Steve shrugs, and makes no move to go sit as she’d instructed. “Maybe just a glass of water?” he hedges; he looks more and more uncomfortable as the seconds pass. “Look, it’s not that I don’t appreciate this, Mrs. Byers, but this is a huge imposition for you, and I should really just go.”

“Hey,” Joyce says, sharp enough to get his attention but without ire behind it, “who said it was an imposition? Did I tell you that?”

Startled, Steve spends a moment blinking at her. “Uh. No. You didn’t, I just… I mean, isn’t it?” he asks a little helplessly. “My mom never – um.”

Steve stops there, now looking pained both by his head and by whatever he thinks he nearly admitted to, but Joyce isn’t about to let that one slide. The concept is too outrageous.

“Your mom never took care of you when you were sick?”

“No, of course she did,” Steve says quickly, meeting Joyce’s eyes guilelessly as he explains. “She just, y’know, hated taking time out to make sure I didn’t die, or whatever. She had other stuff to do, and she got frustrated if I made her postpone it.”

Joyce’s immediate thought, though she isn’t entirely proud of it, is, What a bitch.

She doesn’t voice this thought, because she has better manners than that, and because she doubts Steve would take kindly to it. But the way he imparts this information—the matter-of-factness of it, the way he talks about being sick as though it had been a personal failing on his part, the way he doesn’t even seem to realize he should resent this treatment—it makes something in Joyce burn.

“Well that’s not how I do things,” is what she finally comes out with. “I want to help.”

Steve looks nearly convinced, but he still glances uncertainly towards the door, even with his hand braced on the wall to stop himself from swaying on his feet.

Then Joyce is hit with some inspiration. “It would make me feel a lot better if I just knew you were taken care of, alright? Besides, Will is getting a little fed up with my hovering. Give me something to do with all my extra mothering for just half an hour,” she wheedles, as though Steve would be doing her a great favor. “Then, if you feel alright to drive, I’ll let you go.”

“Uh. Okay. I could – I could do half an hour,” Steve says, as if he has anywhere else to be.

Joyce smiles at him and pats his forearm gently. “Thank you. Now go sit.”

Watching the way Steve weaves unsteadily towards the couch, Joyce is pretty sure the boy will be lucky if he can even stand back up in half an hour, never mind drive, but she keeps the thought to herself.

#joyce byers #steve harrington #stranger things #joyce & steve #solar wrote #tag games

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rogueddie · 2 years ago

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Half Life / I Want Your Video

The world doesn't end. Somehow, they win. Somehow, they all make it out the other side- not unharmed, not by any stretch of the imagination, but they're alive. They're going to heal, recover...

It's Nancy who suggests they have a big celebration. And, with the town almost completely, they have free reign of The Hideout.

Joyce somehow talks Hopper out of supervising, convinsing him that Mrs Henderson will be fine on her own.

She is- but not for the reason Joyce might have told Hopper.

"Steve!" Robin screams over the music, stumbling into him. "Shut up talking to Eddie! It's our song!"

"Nooo!" Steve whines, despite stumbling after her. "It was going so well! He was blushing!"

"I don't care! Dance with me!"

Steve tries to give Eddie an apologetic wave, whooping at him instead when he notices that he's blushing ever more.

They're both drunk enough that they don't realize that they're the only ones actually using the space they'd cleared, acting as a makeshift dancefloor.

Not that it would bother them if they'd noticed; it simply means that, in their attempts to hear each other over the music and 'crowd', they're shouting loud enough for anyone and everyone to hear what they're saying.

Most people can't understand them through their slurring.

Steve isn't sure when Robin took her shoes off, only knows that at some point they end up in his hands.

"Bobbie!" He eventually yells, struggling to grab onto her shoulder as she bounces around. "Gotta break! Taking a break!"

"No! Eve, this is our song!"

"I don't know this song!"

"It's ours!"

"I'm- smoke!"

She pretends to gag, but doesn't try to stop him when he tries to head outside this time.

He doesn't realize that he's been followed, until the door squeaks open almost as soon as it clicks shut behind him.

"You doin' alright?" Eddie asks. He grabs the lighter out his hand, lighting his cig for him.

"Thanks. Jus'a headache, no worries."

"I can take you home if it's getting too bad," Eddie offers.

Steve stumbles with how hard he shakes his head, so much that Eddie has to dart forward to hold him steady.

"Can't go!" Steve complains. "Bobbie wants to stay till the end of the night!"

"I'm sure she can survive one night without you. If your head is hurting you-"

"Noooo," Steve tries to slap Eddies hands off him, flailing slightly. It only makes Eddie smile, like his sloppiness is something endearing.

Damn sober drivers, Steve thinks.

Eddie heaves a great sigh, throwing his head back dramatically. "Alright! But if I even think you have a migraine, I'm dragging you out of here."

"Promise?" He tries fluttering his eyelashes. It looks more like he's struggling to squint.

"What are you doing? Stop that."

"No," Steve teases, patting his cheek. It only makes the blush more obvious.

He darts back inside, laughing with how giddy he feels. He's been struggling to make progress with Eddie for weeks- who knew some alcohol-enduced confidence is all he needed?

"There you are!" Robin shouts, skipping over to him. She thrusts her small bag inte the hand not holding her shoes. "Why were you do long? I almost died! Of lonliness!"

"As if! You can never die! I got your back!"

She whoops- in response, or to the song, Steve isn't sure.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #ficlet #decideweekprompt #cw drinking

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year ago

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chrissy woke before Nancy the next day, much earlier than she usually did. It allowed her to call Karen and then call Robin, who was still over at Steve's. Robin was relieved that her sister was okay and rambled on for quite a bit about what they could do to help. Neither one of them had any answers. She made sure to tell Robin that Argyle and Jonathan would be picking them up today instead of Steve. Robin quickly handed the phone off to Eddie.

"Hey, sweetheart," Eddie said.

"Hey, how is he?" Chrissy asked softly.

"Heartbroken," Eddie sighed. "How is she?"

"Still asleep, but she didn't throw up in her sleep, so that's good," Chrissy said. "How are you?"

"Would you think less of me if I said I was scared?" Eddie asked.

"I would think more of you, actually. I'm a little scared myself," Chrissy admitted.

"It's a little selfish, but what's this going to do to our family? I like our little family," Eddie said.

Chrissy smiled at hearing Eddie calling their friends' family.

"We'll help them get through this, and by helping them, we help ourselves," Chrissy said.

"I highly recommend you never see Steve Harrington cry. He looks like a kicked puppy," Eddie said, breathing heavily. "Well, hey, if Nancy doesn't want him, can we keep him?"

"He's not an actual puppy, Eddie!" Chrissy laughed and paused. "Besides, I definitely think Nancy still wants him."

"Are you sure?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Chrissy said. "I don't think she would be struggling so much if she didn't. . .but then again, what do I know?"

"I think you know a lot more than I do, Henderson," Eddie said.

"I think I hear her waking up. I have to go. I love you," Chrissy said.

"I love you, too," Eddie said.

"I love you more," Chrissy replied.

"Scientifically not possible," he laughed.

"Freak."

"Witch."

Chrissy made it back to her room to find Nancy sitting up and looking around in complete confusion. She crawled onto the bed and set next to her.

"How are you feeling?" Chrissy asked.

"Head is killing me," Nancy groaned.

Chrissy grabbed some medicine from her bedside table and handed her the glass of water.

"Drink all the water too," Chrissy said.

"Yes, Dr. Henderson," Nancy said, and Chrissy giggled. "I didn't do anything embarrassing, did I?"

The smile fell from Chrissy's face, and she bit her lip as she stared at Nancy.

"Well, um. . ." Chrissy trailed off.

"What did I do?" Nancy asked.

"Well, it's not what you did. . .it's more like what you said, really," Chrissy said.

"What did I say?" She asked as she continued to drink her water.

"Well, I'm not sure. . . Well, maybe we should wait until your headache goes away," Chrissy said.

"Chris, just tell me," Nancy said.

"Well, Eddie and I got stuck in the bathroom with you guys when you burst in. We were hiding in the tub. Steve was trying to get the punch that was spilled on you off, and then you started going on about partying and like you guys were in love, like you guys didn't kill Barb. Steve said, "Like we're in love," and then he asked, "You don't love me?" You said it was bullshit. It was all bullshit," Chrissy said and paused for a moment.

Nancy looked like she had been punched. Tears welled up in her blue eyes. Chrissy bit her lip again.

"Who brought me here?" Nancy asked.

"I had Jonathan and Argyle bring you here," Chrissy said.

"What happened to Steve?" She asked.

"Well, according to Robin. . .he ran out of the party crying, but not before he made sure you were okay," Chrissy said. "He asked Jonathan and Argyle to look after you."

"I didn't mean it," Nancy sniffled. "At least I don't think I did."

"Of course, you didn't, babe. You weren't exactly articulate, bullshit could have meant anything," Chrissy said.

"I just can't pretend like I'm okay anymore. I can't keep going to dinner with Barb's parents with Steve and knowing that we know what really happened with Barb. They still think it was a bear attack!" Nancy exclaimed. "They're moving, you know! Probably won't see them again."

"You've been having dinner with Barb's parents?" Chrissy asked.

"Uh, yeah. Steve offered to go with me, but I think he's getting tired of going," Nancy said. "And I'm tired of those bastards just sitting up there, getting away with murdering Barb!"

"Well, maybe it's finally time you sit down and talk with Steve about how you feel," Chrissy said. "Tell him what need from him."

"I don't know what that is, though," Nancy sighed as she laid back on the bed.

"Then tell him that. Tell him something. In your own way, you've both been putting this off for a very long time. I think it's because you were both afraid to hear the person you love tell you that it's your fault. You were afraid to hear those words from Steve, so you said them first, projecting your own guilt about Barb onto him. You both have been afraid that it might be true, but it's not. You need to tell each other that, and I guarantee that if you ask Steve, he'll tell you the same thing. It's not your fault what happened to me and Barb that night. You and Steve did nothing wrong. It was the asshole scientist who decided to play God, and who opened a door that he never should have," Chrissy said. "You need to be angry together, not angry at each other."

Nancy really needed to hear that because she broke down in sobs, collapsing in Chrissy's lap. Chrissy held her tightly as she cried, running her fingers through Nancy's hair. After a while, her sobs subsided, and she sat up, wiping her eyes. She hugged Chrissy tightly, clutching her as if her life depended on it.

"Are we always going to be fucked up?" Nancy whispered.

"Probably, but we can be fucked up together," Chrissy said.

"I love you," Nancy whispered.

"Love you, too, always," Chrissy said and pressed a hard kiss to her cheek.

She knew that Nancy wasn't a very affectionate person, but when the girl needed it, Chrissy was willing to give it as much as she wanted to. So, she let Nancy cling to her as long as possible before finally getting ready for school. She let Nancy borrow her clothes again and her products before making sure she ate plenty of breakfast as well as drank some more water. Dustin didn't question Nancy's presence. His mind was elsewhere, and every so often, he kept looking towards his bedroom.

"I think Dusty might have brought home another stray animal again," Chrissy whispered to Nancy.

"Again?" Nancy asked.

"I'll tell you later about the raccoon incident," Chrissy giggled.

It was Argyle and Jonathan who picked them up that morning. Robin surprised them by jumping out of the back of the van and hugging her sister tightly. Again, none of the Wheelers were very physically affectionate, but in moments like these, they held each other close. Chrissy smiled. They always found other ways to show each other they cared. Chrissy didn't miss the rock that Robin slipped into Nancy's pocket. Chrissy's smile grew.

"Thank you for being there for Steve," Nancy said.

"It wasn't a problem," Robin replied softly.

When they pulled up into the school parking lot, Eddie was parked a few feet away. Steve was leaning against his van, his arms crossed as Eddie talked softly with him. Chrissy motioned for them to stay with Argyle before walking over to Steve and Eddie.

"Hey, Steve," Chrissy said softly.

"How is she?" Steve asked.

"She's got a killer hangover," Chrissy said. "But I don't think that's what you meant. She's confused. She doesn't remember what happened last night, but I did tell her. We had a long talk this morning. I won't tell you exactly what she said, but she's getting ready to talk about Barb with you. She knows now that she needs to despite the fact she might not ever really be ready, but she can't keep it in either. Just don't give up. There's hope for you two. You should probably give each a couple of days to breathe, though. Let her get her thoughts together. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Steve said and paused. "I just didn't know how to help her, you know?"

"Letting her know that you feel lost too is the first step. The rest will hopefully fall into place," Chrissy said and hugged him tightly.

"How do you know so much?" Steve asked as he pulled back.

"By feeling mostly and a hell of a lot of therapy after I got removed from the Cunninghams," Chrissy said and sighed. "I'm not even sure what I'm doing or if it's even helping. . ."

"It is! Helping, that is," Steve said and paused. "Hey, do you have a clue why your boyfriend decided to measure my neck this morning?"

"Don't ask," Chrissy laughed as Eddie cackled.

"Yeah, I was afraid of that," Steve frowned as he walked ahead of them.

"You're amazing. You know that?" Eddie asked as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Hm, tell me more about how amazing I am," Chrissy beamed.

"There's so many things. . .where to start. . .where to start. . .I fucking love the way you snore, it's the cutest goddamn thing in the world," Eddie grinned.

"I don't snore!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"You do!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Freak!"

"Witch!"

The rest of the day was pretty awkward, especially around lunchtime when the group was separated. Argyle, Jonathan, Robin, and Nancy went off to eat at another table while the others remained where they were.

"What the fuck happened at that party?" Jeff asked.

"Let's just say Nancy and Steve had a fight. Let's leave it at that, shall we?" Chrissy asked.

Gareth, Frankie, and Jeff shared a look, but when they saw the look on Steve’s face, they didn't say anything. The day seemed to drag on, and before they knew it, they were leaving school again. This time, Chrissy was driven home by Eddie. Nancy and Robin were brought home by Argyle. It was strange coming home and getting ready for work, knowing what her friends were going through, but there wasn't much else she could do for them. They had to sort this out on their own. Chrissy had just put on her uniform when she and Eddie heard a curious noise from her brother's room. Frowning, she went to investigate. Chrissy rapped her knuckles on her brother's door. He slid the door open a couple of inches.

"Hey, Chrissy, Eddie, how's it going?" Dustin asked cheerfully.

"Well, you're definitely up to something," Eddie said.

"What makes you say that?" Dustin asked.

"Because nothing about your tone of voice sounds innocent," Eddie said, narrowing his eyes at him. "I doubt your mother knows what you're keeping in your room."

"Shut up! You're not my real dad!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Okay," Eddie said and turned to Chrissy. "I love your brother, but I feel like if I want to keep loving your brother, I'm going to have to wait in the van."

Eddie sighed, kissed Chrissy, and gave Dustin a look before leaving.

"Well, he's going to be helpful when you guys have kids," Dustin quipped.

"Dustin! You better not be keeping another raccoon in there! You know Mews is afraid of them!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Chrissy. . .I can tell you with absolute certainty that I am not keeping a raccoon in my room," Dustin said seriously.

Chrissy sighed and narrowed her eyes at him before leaving. She hopped into Eddie's van and shared a look with him.

"We're never having kids," they said in unison.

"Who knows what kind of things my spawn would hide in their room? Probably weird lizard creatures that look like they come from a different plane of existence," Eddie said, and Chrissy laughed. "We would never be able to have cats because then the weird lizard creatures would eat them. Baby, we have to have cats."

"Noted. . .that's oddly descriptive, though. What's with the lizard creatures eating cats?" Chrissy asked.

"I don't know. It just popped into my head," Eddie said, shrugged.

Usually, her time at Surfer Boy perked her up, but not today. She couldn't get Nancy and Steve out of her head. She also felt Argyle's absence. He was always there whenever she worked, but he never showed up. Maybe he decided to help Nancy. The next day was even more strange. Nancy, Argyle, and Jonathan didn't show up to school. According to Robin, Nancy had decided to sleep over at Ally's but then never came home.

"I just don't get it. Why wouldn't she invite me?" Robin asked as she leaned against Chrissy's locker.

"Doesn't Ally not like you?" Chrissy asked.

"That's not the point. Nancy is my sister," Robin said. "And where the hell are the other two?"

"Well, I did say Nancy needed to a couple of days to breathe," Chrissy said. "Maybe they decided to skip."

"And they didn't invite me?" Robin whined.

"Relax, Robin," Chrissy laughed.

"You relax!"

She held onto the hope that Nancy really decided to take a day for herself. If anyone needed it, it was Nancy. She held onto it until lunchtime. Chrissy had long since gotten her food when her boyfriend and Steve sat down in front of her and Robin.

"Thanks for helping me out in the shower, man," Steve said.

"No, problem, I'll gladly help you anytime you have trouble with that asshole," Eddie said.

Chrissy froze, her spoon halfway to her mouth. Gareth and Jeff leaned forward with interest, their conversation long forgotten. Meanwhile, images were filling Chrissy's head.

"Okay, Chrissy's eyes are glazing over, we're going to need to some context before she goes somewhere else completely," Robin said.

"Uh, what?! Oh!" Eddie exclaimed. "Tommy and Billy were teasing Steve in the showers. I scared them off. . .and Chrissy, like I said, if I were to leave you for a man, it would be Jeff."

Chrissy huffed and rolled her eyes. She was a little disappointed but she could live.

"Chrissy, babe, you're worse than a man sometimes," Robin said.

"Well, I am livid. Now that the image is in my head, it is not leaving," Jeff said.

"Tell me about it," Chrissy said, and high fived Jeff.

"Stop proving my point, Jeff," Robin said.

"But just so you know, if you and Steve ever need 'help' in the shower, you have my full permission," Chrissy said.

"And mine!" Jeff chimed in.

"I don't need yours, man!" Eddie laughed.

"Seriously?" Robin asked.

"What? We're only young once. Besides, if you can't cross the boundaries of intimacy with your friends every once in a while, who can you cross them with?" Chrissy and ran her foot up his leg.

"Chrissy! That's my leg!" Steve exclaimed.

"Are you saying that we have an open relationship?" Eddie asked.

"I'm saying there's wiggle room to negotiate, especially for Steve. Isn't that right, big boy?" Chrissy winked at him, and he coughed on his chocolate milk. "Sorry, just trying to flirt with you to cheer you up. Is it working?"

"Yeah," Steve laughed. "Assholes."

"Well, if you can't beat 'em, eat 'em," Eddie said casually.

The table burst into laughter. Steve laughed as he shoved Eddie.

"Stupidest thing I ever heard, man," Steve said. "Doesn't even make sense."

It really was the stupidest thing Eddie ever uttered, but for some reason, it made them all laugh. The tension that had been slowly hanging over the air over the last day or so slowly started to fade. Chrissy really didn't want to ruin the moment, but she was curious about what Billy and Tommy said to Steve. She mostly just wanted to shake the image of a wet naked Eddie and Steve out of her head. Bad girl, Chrissy.

"So, what were they teasing you about?" Chrissy said.

"Oh, just about how someone saw Nancy take off with Jonathan and how they left town together," Steve scowled.

"Well, I think Argyle went with them. All three of them are gone," Robin said.

"Wait, she seriously left?" Eddie asked.

"Well, Nancy needed to clear her head. Jonathan and Argyle probably went to help her," Chrissy said.

"They'll probably be back by this afternoon," Robin shrugged.

"Right," Steve sighed as he played with his food, causing Robin to kick him. "Ow! Robin!"

"Steve!"

"Why?!"

"Turn that frown upside down, popeye."

The rest of the day went by a little easier, even with Hargrove's eyes on her. Eddie took both Chrissy and Dustin home that afternoon. He was going to take Chrissy to work again before heading over to Thatcher's Tire. Dustin was out of the van before Eddie could come to a complete stop.

"Wait, until I stop, butthead!" Eddie yelled and turned to Chrissy. "He's going to make my hair go gray."

"Aw, do you want Mommy to fix Daddy a martini?" Chrissy asked. "Hard day at work, did you? The kids driving you up the wall?"

"Ha, fucking, ha, Henderson," Eddie scoffed.

Chrissy laughed as she got out of the van and followed her brother. She unlocked the door, letting the three of them into the house. Their mother wasn't home from work yet, so it was just them. Chrissy was in desperate need of a cat cuddle, though.

"Mews! Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!" Chrissy said and made kissing noises. "Where is he?"

"Mews? Here, boy!" Eddie called.

"Dusty? Did you leave a window open again?" Chrissy asked.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Dustin exclaimed and ran towards his room.

The two of them followed Dustin to his bedroom. He opened the door, leaving it open for the other two to follow. There was a strange chewing and growling sound coming from behind his chair. They moved closer to the chair, and Chrissy froze. A rather familiar looking creature, smaller than usual, was behind the chair and chowing down on what was left of Mews. Chrissy gasped. The creature popped its head up and turned to them, opening its face up like a flower.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Eddie screamed.

The baby demogorgon ran at them, and Dustin hurried to push them out of the room before slamming the door. Chrissy stared at her little brother with wide eyes. That's what he had been keeping in his room? She was about to say something to him when Eddie screamed again. Chrissy turned to him and grabbed his arms.

"Eddie, baby, I'm so sorry," Chrissy said softly.

"Sorry?" He gasped as his eyes widened in confusion.

"I haven't been entirely truthful with you. . ."

Chapter Nineteen

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lolahasmoxie · 2 years ago

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Jailbird (pt. 2)

I said I would put this out when I got back from New York, and the tests show that was a lie. Enjoy this follow-up to a piece that I really thought was funny.

WORD: 0.5k

WARNINGS: suggestive language, established relationship

LINK TO PART 1 (there's a reference to something Eddie says in Part 1, but you don't have to read it to follow along.)

Eddie jumped at the sound of a knock on his front door. He had momentary time travel as he stared at the TV. Halloween II had changed to paid programming, and a quick glance at the clock told him it was now 3:02 a.m. He was still trying to make sense of his evening when another knock had him jump again.

When he opened the door, he wiped his eyes as Jim stood there with his trademark grumpy expression.

"Evening, Jim, or is it morning?"

"You and your girl are gonna be the death of me; you know this, right? It's important to me that you know and understand this." Eddie perked up at the mention of his girl.

"Is she okay? She's alright; you're not here to tell me she's dead, are you?" Jim sighed, his expression softening at Eddie's panic.

"She's fine. In fact, she's in the back of my car right now. Care to know why?" Eddie looked over to Hopper's suburban, watching as you slowly realized where you were. When you locked eyes with Eddie, he was greeted with your dazzling smile and a perky wave.

"What did she do?"

"She and her friends were at the Hideout enjoying several drinks when someone grabbed her ass, and she promptly turned and slugged him in the face."

"That's terrible," Eddie said while trying to keep a straight face. Hopper could see through the act; he knew deep down that Eddie was proud as shit of his woman, even if she was now the cause of an impending headache for himself.

"Yeah, I'm sure you're really torn up about it. Look, she's in cuffs because she refused to stop fighting. Mitch didn't want to press charges; he just asked that I bring her home."

"Sorry, Jim, you know how she is. After this, I'll make sure she flies on on the straight and narrow."

"I'm sure that will be a riot. Maybe you should also tell her that when she gets cuffed by an officer of the law, she shouldn't say shit like 'it's lucky for you I'm into this kind of thing.'" Jim chuckled as Eddie choked on his saliva, his eyes glancing over at his car to see Y/N singing to herself as she kept herself entertained.

"I'll talk with her in the morning."

"See that you do. Now, care to take her out of my car so I can go home and take some ibuprofen?" Eddie nodded, and Hopper watched as Eddie slowly helped his girl out of the car and onto her feet. He walked her over to Hopper, who quickly uncuffed her.

"Thanks, Jim; promise I'll be on my best behavior." Jim merely huffed before turning and heading back to his car. Just as quickly as he arrived, he was gone.

"Okay, Rocky," Eddie started, guiding you into the house. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then we're gonna have a little talk about things we can't say to cops."

"That's rich coming from you, Mr. Real Hairy Pussy."

"You are so lucky that I love you."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic

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thefreakandthehair · 1 year ago

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spare a bit more of football au for wip weekend, per favore? 🥺🤲

for you, always!! (I'm off on mondays so this still counts as wip weekend) 🏈🥰 and because this is late and I got ahead of myself, you get uhh way more than three sentences!

“Alright,” Hopper sighs as he rests his elbows on the edge of the desk. “What the fuck is wrong with you two? Is there a history I don’t know or something?” Simultaneously, Eddie and Steve respond No and Hopper rolls his eyes. “So there’s no good reason for you two to be fighting like alley cats every time I leave the room? No skeletons in any closets, no dirty hits in college that you’re still holding onto, nothing? You just hated each other on sight?” “I don’t hate him,” Steve grits out unconvincingly with his elbows crossed over his chest. “He’s just a fucking shit-stirrer.” “I have heard that before.” Eddie grins and shrugs with a slight nod. “For the love of God,” Hopper mutters and shakes his head. “This is what we’re going to do. When El and Will were little and fought for no good fucking reason, I’d get them into an activity that I knew they’d both enjoy and it forced them to get along long enough for my headache to dull. Apparently, I have to do the same thing for you two grown men.” “What—” Steve tries to interrupt but is met with a glare that even Eddie shrinks back from. “You two are officially buddies for tape this week. I want you two, just the two of you, to watch tape from the last two games together and come back to practice with some ideas. I don’t like starting the season 0-2, and I really don’t like the idea of starting it 0-3. Got it?” “Oh c’mon,” Steve groans and lets his head fall backwards over the back of his chair. “Can’t we just like, shake on it and promise to be friends instead?” “That’s real convincing, Harrington,” Hopper deadpans. “And no.” “This is bullshit,” Steve mutters under his breath as he stands and heads towards the door. Eddie agrees that it’s bullshit, but he’s the new guy here. If his excessively overpaid quarterback can’t get the coach to budge, he sure as shit won’t be able to either so he simply stands and pats Hopper’s desk, following Steve out the door.

#steddie #myfic #tag game #football au

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brionysea · 2 years ago

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i'm imagining the group finally touching base on what they've figured out about mike when he isn't there. it starts off with lucas being determined not to have a repeat of max so he's like "there's something wrong with mike" and then the wonder twins are like "yes. he is flayed" "el, you know?!" "yes? you know also???"

jonathan drops the bomb about mike having powers that somehow seem to be responsible for the upside down and are essential to defeating it. el is like yes that's true, lucas is like i thought so but i wasn't sure, dustin is like WHY DON'T YOU PEOPLE TELL ANYONE ANYTHING but that actually makes a lot of sense. hopper has known every single thing they're talking about for months/years but he has a headache just listening to them

joyce is confused. nancy's pissed off no one told her. robin's asking questions. argyle's here just because. it's pure chaos

#stranger things #st posting #possessiongate #manifestation theory #it would probably be a lot more serious in the show but can you imagine

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ghxstchronicals · 9 months ago

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•☽────✧˖°˖ 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 ˖°˖✧────☾•

except I poorly explain it in my own words

⌞ harlexon ⌝

➜. they're poly, but Haru didn't come 'til later! that being said...

➜. Alex and Dilon are childhood friends, turned lovers ! but. omg. in highschool they were the worst. I'm so serious.

➜. they were borderline DATING already. they could kiss, cuddle, hold hands, and Alex would pop out with the "what are we?" and Dilon just wouldn't answer

➜. a rift was caused when Alex kissed Dilon with Derek's support (Dilon SMILED???? he enjoyed it) ... but then she started avoiding him so like. okay.

➜. he made it no better tho??? he got more and more upset and bitchy as time went on, and NO communication happened.

➜. then they had a sleepover and were forced to sleep together, and had a very awkward conversation ⤿ "... it's pretty hot right now, isn't it?" "it's below sixty degrees in here." "right... I meant-" "shut the fuck up."

➜. don't worry! they work it out, and come out the next day ACTUALLY together. they were basically insufferable for everybody, with obvious crushes on each other, but everytime someone asked, it was always "what? no, we're not together??" (or "we're not???")

➜. they are happily married tho !! have been for years now <33

➜. Haru and Dilon, as i've posted so you should know already, went from strangers, to kinda friends, to fuckbuddies

➜. they didn't exactly "get together" until Alex got back, so they had sort of a situationship going on.

➜. that said, Haru and Alex hated each other. on Haru's end, this is the girl who took the love of his life from him, and on Alex's end, this guy is really trying to compete with me for my husband. what the fuck

➜. ... long story short; they fucked and Haru casually inserted himself into their relationship (the poly was his idea)

⌞ josmora ⌝

➜. love at first sight. literally !!

➜. Shamora fell first, Josh fell harder. she saw him when passing through ballet classes to get to her boxing class (nonamericans, DONT look up if ballet/boxing classes are real in the state of California. you'll find out that Im lying)

➜. she saw a pretty girl (pre-josh transition) and went. woah.

⤿ Shamora was terribly a lesbian before Josh (post-transition)

➜. she's acting all weird now, so come lunch time, her friends piece it together that she has a crush (she used to be obvious like that)

➜. Josh didn't acknowledge Shamora's existence until one day she scared off a group of nobody-girls that were fucking with him, then she invited him over to sit with her and her friends

➜. they IMMEDIATELY hit it off, and they're the only couple here that acknowledges that they're dating before they're even dating

➜. before they get married, and after he came out, Shamora paid for his top surgery and all other needed things (no bot-surg), and he married her faster

➜. That One Couple that makes you sick. the couple with the couple goals!

⌞ dash ⌝

➜. now lookie here.

➜. they're like. worse than Dilon and Alex.

➜. except it's not even Ash's fault. Derek is just a WHORE

➜. i'd argue that they're worse than Alex and Dilon...but I digress.. On one hand, Ash had a crush on Derek for the longest... the only problem was that Derek was a HOPPER.

➜. like... first, it's his twin sister's bf, a girl at one point, some more guys... oh look at that, he married Joseph of all people.

➜. now, this is probably the first time Ash directly interfered with Derek's relationships. mostly because Joseph was...Joseph. abusive, manipulative, cunning -- not that Derek didn't hit his ass back, but still.

➜. Derek even had his baby - only to get it taken after the divorce because (via Joseph) he was too "mentally ill" to take care of the kid (Joseph didn't get the kid either so)

➜. Ash and Derek saw each other during Derek's three-year headache... and then they finally got together themselves. oh my god Ash ily (no I don't)

⌞ jerelucy ⌝

➜. mommy and daddy of the group (literally)

➜. ran(runs) a successful business, hence the wealthiness of the family, be it biological, married into or found

➜. however, we're not discussing how they got together, rather their "falling out".

➜. headcanon that Jeremy is a lightweight... a terrible holder of alcohol.

➜. because he and Lucy were happy, excruciatingly so. with three kids, and newly born twins !!

➜. until Jeremy was working late out one night. he can't remember much except for waking up with a headache, then proceeding to turn to wrap his arms around his- this was not his wife.

➜. sitting up frantically, he'd find that he wasn't even at the penthouse. he honestly doesn't think her threw up any faster than he did right then and there.

➜. of course Lucy found out about it, and of course she was rightfully pissed about it.

➜. this led to frequent arguments - their oldest son gone, and their oldest daughter out in college already, leaving their second-older son to take care of the twins while they became strangers in their own home

➜. Jeremy lost himself the moment Lucy tried to divorce him. he became an entirely different person--not the gentleman he once was-- it the good father he was before.

➜. he wasn't active in his kids' life much anymore. but he did grieve when Dilon committed suicide when he was only...nine?

➜. while still not as active, he refused to go through with the divorce. Lucy never took him to court for it either. why??

➜. she was hurt and heartbroken, but she still loved him as much as she hated him now, even if he was a stranger now

#【 💚 】 . cameron posting . . .#【 ᡣ𐭩 】 . loredumping . . .#i'd do jarchie #but TECHNICALLY #they're not even together #they're like. a secret third thing #cuz they're not NOT together #this was in the drafts

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Next we have the third floor (or second, depending on whether you count the basement or the ground floor as the first, personally I like to think of the basement and the attic as separate things and consider the ground floor to be floor one, so to me this is the second floor)

(all image credits to/designs made using the app HomeByMe from Dassault Systèmes SE)

Second floor: bedrooms, specialized activity rooms, and a gathering space

I know I labeled them but just in case the text is hard to read, Eddie and Steve share the room in the bottom right corner, the top right corner is the guest bedroom, and the top left corner bedroom belongs to Dustin, Lucas, and Erica (I'll be sharing more notes on the room arrangements/my thought process behind my roommate pairings in a separate post)

The bottom left corner is the office/study, where anyone who needs to can go to get away from the distracting hustle and bustle of the rest of the house to focus and get some work done; this room is often used by Nancy while she's drafting reports for her job with the local news and by some of the kids for studying/doing homework. Two people can use the office at a time, as long as they don't cause problems for each other, and no one is allowed to disturb them while they work. Sometimes during really busy weeks they have to set up a schedule for who uses the study and at what times

Beside the office is the art studio, which is used mainly for painting and is basically Will's

The large middle space has a long table that the kids use when they want to have group study sessions or work on homework together, but aside from that its main purpose is providing a place to play D&D. The chairs are mismatched partly as an aesthetic choice and partly because of my little headcanon that they had to get a lot of their furniture from like, thrift stores, and they weren't going to find a set of ten matching chairs there

Above and to the left is the music room, which is where they keep instruments and where anyone who wants to can use them (with their owner's permission of course). This room is mainly used by Eddie when he's working on or recording songs. I haven't decided yet who uses the piano so that'll be a fun little surprise later I guess

Right beside the music room is the quiet room. I couldn't think of a better name for it so that's what I'm calling it for now, but basically it's a room whose purpose is to provide a calm, peaceful escape from whatever stresses the day has thrown at you. There are bookshelves and cushions and blankets and if someone is using this room no one else is allowed to disturb them. El uses this room a lot to unwind from the harrowing ordeal that is public high school; she and Max sometimes take naps in here when either of them is having a bad day. Steve also makes use of this room sometimes when he's got a headache and just needs to get away from all the noise (basically this room is a sanctuary for the overstimulated)

The guest bedroom is mainly used by Wayne or Hopper and Joyce when they get a chance to visit, but for the most part it stays empty

#full house au #stranger things fanfic #house plans #current project #duck designs houses (apparently)

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My Boys (Chapter 59)

Series List

Y/n's pov

As soon as we get to Ms Kelly's house, Max jumps out of the car and walks over. Steve and Dustin watch her as I lay down in the back seat. "Okay. She's in," Steve says. I nod but don't look at them. I close my eyes and try to get some sleep. Hopefully to get rid of this headache. "Y/n?" Dustin whispers, but I don't say anything back. I hear some shuffling in the seat before Dustin says, "I'm missing a collarbone, not eyes." I stiffen and listen closely to the conversation. Where is Dustin taking this conversation? Steve doesn't say anything, so Dustin asks, "So, we gonna talk about... it?" "Huh? Sorry, talk about what?" Steve asks. Shit, has Dustin noticed the way Steve's been with me lately? "Your temporary insanity earlier today when you basically threw yourself at Nance?" Dustin tells him. Great, it wasn't just in my head. Dustin noticed it too. "Okay, first of all, that's not what happened." Steve starts but Dustin buts in to say, "Pretty sure that's what happened. It was pretty public. There were a lot of witnesses, including Y/n..." "Are you implying I still have a thing for Nance?" Steve defensively asks. "No. I'm not implying. I'm stating. And, as it relates to your steadfast refusal to date Y/n or Robin, it's pretty much the only logical explanation," Dustin says, a little angry when he says my name. I wonder what that is about.

"That's not the only one," I hear Steve whisper with movement in the front seat after. "And as for Nance, I was just trying to protect a friend. A friend, Henderson. Okay?" Steve snaps at Dustin. "Okay." "Don't wanna find her in the morning with her eyes sucked out the front of her skull by this Vecna creep," Steve defends. "You're bright red in the face right now," Dustin mocks. Dammit, I wish I could see Steve's face right now. "No, I'm not. I don't wanna talk about it with Y/n in the car or ever. I'll punch you so hard your teeth will fall back out," Steve says. I stiffen a little at his last comment, ready to get in the middle of them. "Whoa. Too far," Dustin tells him. They are quiet for a second till they both say not cool and Steve apologizes to Dustin. I really do love these two. Just wish there was a way to figure out if Steve still loved me. They both go quiet and I pick that as the moment to wake up.

"Hey," I whisper, leaning between them both. Steve looks worried at me while Dustin beams. "Hey sleepyhead, you doing alright?" I smile at him and ruffle his hair. "All good over here," I whisper and lean back in my seat, looking at the window to Ms Kelly's house. I still hated this house. After everything that went down with my dad, I was forced by Hopper to come down here and make sure I was ok. Ms Kelly would try and get me to talk for hours and it only ended with me crying and having panic attacks. That did help me feel better though and I wasn't as scared to face men anymore. Just wish the Upside Down didn't bring a whole new mental problem.

"Here she comes. Here she comes," Steve excitedly whisper/yells to Dustin and I. I move over in the back, making sure Max can get in. She jumps into the back and Dustin asks, "What's she say?" "Nothing, just drive," Max tells Steve, slamming the car door closed. "Nothing?" We all ask her. "Steve, drive," Max forcefully says. "Okay," Steve whispers and starts the car, speeding off. Where do we go?" I ask for Steve. "The high school, I have her office key. We can look at Chrissy's file and maybe it will help us," Max explains. Steve nods in the front and puts his foot on the gas pedal more so we get there faster.

"Dustin. It's Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin." Lucas rings through the walkie talky. "Lucas? Where the hell have you been?" Dustin says in the walkie. Thank god he's ok. "Just listen. Are you guys looking for Eddie?" Lucas asks. What the hell is this all about? "Yeah, we found him, no thanks to you," Dustin replies. "You found him?" Lucas asks, seeming to be relieved. I lean forward in my seat as Dustin says, "He's at a boathouse on Coal Mill Road. Don't worry. He's safe." "You guys know he killed Chrissy, right?" Lucas accuses. "That's bullshit. Eddie tried to save Chrissy," Dustin yells. "Then why do all the cops say he did it?" Lucas asks. Max reaches forward and takes the walkie from Dustin. "Lucas, you're so behind it's ridiculous, okay? Just meet us at the school. We'll explain later," Max snaps. "I... I can't. I think some real bad shit's about to go down," Lucas tells us. "What are you talking about? What bad shit?" I ask, interrupting Max. Instead of a reply, static comes through. "Lucas? Lucas?" Max asks into the walkie. "What the hell happened?" I ask, starting to feel worried for the boy on the other end. "I have no clue but we need to get to the school right now," Steve says, speeding quicker to the school.

At the school

We speed down the empty school halls, trying to get to Ms Kelly's office without being seen. Even though there shouldn't be anyone at school anyway. "Dustin, do you copy?" Robin asks through the walkie. Dustin fumbles a little to pick it up but says, "Yeah, I copy. "So, Nancy's a genius. Vecna's first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull's eye," Robin tells us. Great, now both of my best friends love her. "Okay, that's totally bonkers, but I can't really talk right now," Dustin tells them, all of us walking faster down the school halls. "Wait, what are you doing?" Robin asks him. I take the walkie from him and say, "Breaking and entering the school to retrieve some confidential and extremely personal files." "Can you repeat that?" She asks me. "Just come to the school right now Robs. We'll explain when you get here," I tell her before turning the walkie off.

Max runs in front of us and puts the key into the lock, looking around to make sure no one sees us and opening the door. We all slowly walk in and look around to try and see where the files are. Max and I see them and walk over. "It's like a mini-Watergate or something," Dustin whispers. I block him out and look over Max's shoulder to look at the files. Her fingers fly over them until she gets Chrissy's. "Holy shit," She whispers, looking at the ones closest to her and harder for me to see. "What is it?" I ask her. "You found it?" Steve asks, walking closer." "I did find it, but not just Chrissy's file. Fred was seeing Ms Kelly too," Max tells us. Oh shit, no, this can't be right. My breathing gets heavier as Max pulls out Fred's file. She grabs Chrissy's file and puts it on the desk, giving the other to Steve to read.

Steve sits on the desk and Dustin and I lean over one of Max's shoulders each, Max sitting at the desk chair. She flips through Chrissy's files and skims over everything, Dustin and I doing the same. Max seems to notice something and asks Steve, "Can I see Fred's file?" "Yeah," Steve says and gives it to her. She reads over the notes Ms Kelly wrote and I notice it too. They were both having the same symptoms. Headaches, nosebleeds, constant nightmares and trauma. "Max? What is it?" Dustin asks her, also realising she knows. Wait, I'm having those symptoms. Am I under Vecna's curse? But if Max noticed it... "Max?" I ask, scared to hell that she's gonna be next. Dustin also starts to freak out, calling out for Max. "Max!" I yell and round the table, looking into her eyes. "She's just blankly staring," I whisper, hope blooming a little. "Eddie said Chrissy's eye's rolled back, so she's ok right?" Dustin asks, also concerned about what's happening. The doors burst open and Robin and Nancy come in. "What's going on?" Nancy yells, looking at all of us panicked. Before we can say anything, Max seems to wake up.

"Max," I breathe out and get in her line of sight. She looks at me confused and looks around the room. "How am I back here?" she whispers, Robin and Nancy slowly moving closer. "What happened Max?" I softly ask, reaching for her hands. She looks up a little scared and says, "Something was calling my name. I was following it and there was an old grandfather clock around a corner." I nod and motion to the door. "Show us where it was," I ask, slowly standing up straight. She nods and moves as quickly as she can out the door. Everyone in the room springs into action and we all follow Max down the hall.

We round the corner and stop at a dead end, Max looking at it confused. "It was here. Right here," she says brokenly. "A grandfather clock?" Nancy asks her, Max nodding. "It was so real. And then, when I got closer, suddenly I just... I woke up," Max whispers to us. "It was like she was in a trance or something. Exactly what Eddie said happened to Chrissy," Dustin explains to Robin and Nancy. Max turns to us all and says, "That's not even the bad part." The rest of us look confused and Max walks back to Ms Kelly's office. She moves to the desk again and moves the note sheets for Chrissy and Fred in front of her.

"Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Ms Kelly for help," Max starts to explain to us all while we spread around the desk looking at her. "Uh, they both were having headaches, bad headaches that wouldn't go away. And then... then the nightmares. Trouble sleeping. They'd wake up in a cold sweat. Then they started seeing things," Max explains to us. Robin turns a little in her seat to look at me but I shake my head, not wanting to worry her about this. Steve notices her and gives us a confused look but I shake my head at him as well. We have to focus on Max, not me. She is worse than me right now, if we focus on both of us something will slip. "Bad things. From their pasts. These visions, they just... they kept on getting worse and worse until eventually... everything ended," Max continues. "Vecna's curse," Robin says, spinning back around to look at Max. "Chrissy's headaches started a week ago. Fred's, six days ago. I've been having them for five days. I don't know how long I have. All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both die less than 24 hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddam clock, so... looks like I'm gonna die tomorrow," Max says, all of us going quiet.

A loud noise sounds behind us and we all turn around to see what it was. "Stay here," Steve says and starts walking to the door. I shake my head and follow right after him. He picks up the lamp sitting next to the door and walks out. I turn my flashlight off and hold it up, ready to hit something with it. "Do you not listen?" Steve hisses when he realises I'm behind me. I smile at him and shake my head, "Not if you go into danger alone." He smiles softly at me but rolls his eyes, moving down the hall again. As we walk I notice everyone else coming out the door behind us. Ha, no one listens to Steve. Another loud sound happens and I look around again, hoping to find the source. Loud footsteps start sounding in the hallway leading to us so Steve and I hold up our makeshift weapons. As someone comes around the corner, Steve starts to yell and moves closer to the person. They start yelling as well and step away from Steve. "Hey! It's me!" Lucas yells in a broken voice. "Lucas?" Nancy asks. "It's me," Lucas yells a little quieter. "Jesus, what's wrong with you Sinclair," Steve asks. "I'm sorry," He says. "I could've taken you out with this lamp!" Steve yells at him. "Sorry guys. Sorry," Lucas apologizes. Steve drops the lamp behind him as Lucas explains breathlessly, "I was... I was biking for eight miles. Give me a second. Shit." Lucas bends over near the wall and tries to catch his breath. "We've got a code red," Lucas tells us. "What?" Steve asks in disbelief.

Lucas moves past Steve and I and walks over to Dustin. "Dustin," He says while walking over. "I've been with Jason, Patrick and Andy, and they've gone like totally off the rails. They're trying to capture Eddie, and they think you know where he is. You're in terrible danger," Lucas explains. I stiffen and move over to the boys. "All right. Yeah, that definitely sucks, but we've got bigger problems than Jason now," Dustin says. He looks back at Max but she looks away from our eyes. "We need to go, now!" I say, pushing the boys to the car. "What?" Lucas and Dustin say. Everyone else follows behind but doesn't say a word. "We are getting out of this school. We are going to lay low. And we are going to work out how the hell we are stopping this thing," I tell them, looking ahead to the door. Robin comes up behind me and grabs my elbow. "Y/n," She whispers, drawing my attention to her. I look over and see her nervousness. "I'll explain later," I whisper to her, knowing exactly what she wants to talk about. "Where are we going?" Steve asks as we get to the cars. I turn back to the group and look around, wondering where would be the safest place to go right now. "You guys could hide out in my basement. We hid El there for a long time, you should be no problem," Nancy tells us. We nod and get into the car, speeding off to the Wheelers as fast as we can.

#5 seasons #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x reader #steve x reader #steve x eddie #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie x reader #robin x reader #stranger things

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eunoiiaff · 2 months ago

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| Chapter 18: Ideas. |

Steve Harrington x FemOC 1.9k Words Warnings: Violence, blood, insinuations of abuse, old fic. A/N: Please turn a blind eye to any mistakes </3 REQUESTS OPEN.

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DUSTIN TOSSED EVERYTHING OUT OF THE FRIDGE, JENNIFER WINCING EVERY TIME SOMETHING HIT THE FLOOR. "All right. It should fit now." He said sighing as he turned to Steve who stood waiting with a dead Demo-dog wrapped in a blanket in his arms.

"Is this really necessary?" He questioned.

"Yes, it is, okay? This is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. We can't just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It's not a dog." The boy complained.

"All right, all right, all right." He muttered, beginning to shove the dead creature into the fridge.

"This is gross," Jennifer mumbled. Dustin snapped his head to the girl.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"I'm just saying I hope you have a good explanation to Mrs. Byers as to why this things shoved into her fridge and why her food's thrown all over the place." She said defending herself. As the two struggled to get it into the fridge, Jennifer groaned in disgust, moving aside to at least try to clean up everything Dustin had carelessly thrown around.

Hearing Mike starting to argue, the three moved to the living room. "Listen, dude, a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it. All right?" Steve said in response to the three kids trying to figure out a way they could help Hopper, El, and Nicole.

"Okay, first of all, this isn't some stupid sports game. And second, we're not even in the game. We're on the bench." Mike's statement got a breathy laugh from Jennifer which earned a look from Steve.

"So my point is..." Steve stammered. "Right, yeah, we're on the bench, so, uh, there's nothing we can do." As the group began arguing as to why and how they should or shouldn't help those going to the hospital, Jennifer rubbed her temples in annoyance, trying to settle the headache that was building up. She couldn't help but favour Max in that moment, despite her still arguing, she was at least quieter than the others in the room.

"I got it!" Mike called out, moving to the kitchen. "This is where the chief dug his hole. This is our way into the tunnel. So... here, right here. This is like the hub." He continued, moving once again. "So you got all the tunnels feeding in here. Maybe if we set this on fire..."

Jennifer widened her eyes, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "You're funny."

"The mind flayer would call his army."

"They'd all come to stop us." Dustin and Mike spoke up.

The younger kids continued whilst Steve tried to catch their attention. "Hey. Hey! Hey!" He yelled out, clapping his hands. "This is not happening."

"But-"

"No, no, no, no, no. No buts. I promised I'd keep you shitheads safe, and that's exactly what I plan on doing. We're staying here. On the bench. And we're waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand?" He lectures.

"This isn't a stupid sports game." Mike retaliated.

"I said does everybody understand that? I need a yes." The group went silent. Jennifer saw their eyes move to her, though she simply put her hands up, mostly agreeing with Steve. Before anyone could reply to Steve, they heard an engine revving just outside.

"Who the hell is it now..." Jennifer muttered as they moved to the living room. Max and Lucas looked out the window to see a blue Chevrolet Camaro pulling up in front of the house, rock music blaring out its windows.

"It's my brother." The young girl said. "He can't know I'm here. He'll kill me. He'll kill us." Steve was first to step out to confront Billy, making sure to close the door behind him.

"Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?" He said, smoke blowing from his mouth.

"Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants." Billy's eyes drifted to the front door as Jennifer made her way outside, careful to make sure the boy couldn't see past the door as it opened.

"Well hey, gorgeous." Jennifer rolled her eyes at the nickname. "What happened to our date last night, huh?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"You know damn well I wasn't going on that date, Hargrove." Billy chuckled.

"What are you two doing here, huh?" He questioned, slamming the car door as his eyes drifted back to Steve who walked closer to him.

"I could ask you the same thing." The two stood across from one another, almost staring each other down whilst Jennifer stayed on the porch.

"Looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here." He said, a lit cigarette sitting between his lips.

"Huh, that's weird. I don't know her."

"Small? Redhead? Bit of a bitch."

"Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry, buddy."

Billy began to grow increasingly annoyed, grabbing the cigarette from his lips and holding it between his two fingers. "You know, I don't know, this... this whole situation, I don't know. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies."

"Oh, yeah? Why's that?"

"My thirteen-year-old sister goes missing all day. And then I fend her with you two in a stranger's house." He said, pointing to Steve and Jennifer. "And you lie to me about it."

Jennifer chuckled out of annoyance. "Were you dropped as a child or something?" She spoke up, stepping closer, though still staying on the porch. "We don't know where she is. All right? She's not here."

"Then who is that?" He spoke lowly, looking to the window. Jennifer and Steve quickly turned their heads to see the kids very obviously peeking their heads through the window.

"Oh, shit. Listen-" Before Steve could continue, Billy shoved him, causing him to fall flat on the ground.

"I told you to plant your feet." He said, kicking him in the gut. As the boy made his way onto the porch Jennifer stood in front of the door.

"Billy, back off." She said sternly, though Billy simply shoved her aside, swinging the door open harshly.

"Well, well, well. Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise. I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max." He said threateningly.

"Billy, go away."

"You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things." In less than a second, the boy had Lucas pressed roughly against the wall as the other kids yelled for him to stop.

"Get off of me, you-"

"Since Maxine won't listen to me, maybe you will. You stay away from her. Stay away from her! You hear me?" He yelled into his face.

"I said get off me!" Lucas yelled out, kneeing billy 'downstairs'.

"So dead, Sinclair! You're so dead." Before Billy could do anything, a plate was smashed over his head, causing him to become disoriented for a moment. When he could, Billy turned his head to see Jennifer glaring at him. His jaw tensed as he stepped towards the girl, though, Steve quickly stepped in front of her.

Billy stared at the two for a moment before chuckling. "I see. You were too busy with Harrington last night. Guess you're just a slut then, hm?" Steve quickly punched the boy in the face, only making Billy let out yet another laugh. "Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh? I've been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody's been telling me so much about."

"Get out." Was all Steve said, pushing the boy away. The two almost immediately broke out into a fistfight, throwing punches towards one another, their faces becoming battered and bloodied. Part of the group was cheering Steve on, whilst another part was calling for the two to stop, in all honesty, Jennifer didn't know which side she was on. It was when Steve got hit over the head by a plate that the group went silent, worried for his safety.

Billy grew increasingly aggressive, muttering threats to the teen. "No one tells me what to do!" He said before head-butting Steve to the ground. The group continued to call for Billy to stop, stating that he could kill Steve if he didn't; however, Billy stayed where he was, hovering over Steve as he threw continuous punches at the boy's now heavily bruised face. Jennifer looked on anxiously, pausing for a moment before angrily stepping towards Billy. The girl yanked onto his shirt, forcing him to face her direction, and before he could react, she threw a punch to his face.

The boy was stunned, his hand rubbing his jaw whilst Jennifer looked at him, subtly shaking her hand to brush off the pain that throbbed in her knuckles. "So the slut has an arm." He muttered before grabbing her collar and pulling her towards him. He wasn't going to hit her. He knew it. He had his reasons to, though, it wasn't like he even had the opportunity to when Max stabbed a needle into his neck, causing him to let go of Jennifer.

He turned to look at Max, his vision becoming blurred whilst he pulled the needle from his neck. "The hell is this? You little shit, what did you do?" He staggered towards Max, unsure of whether he was actually stepping her way or not as the effects of the drugs went to work. His voice echoed in his head. "What did you do." Was all he could mutter once more before he fell back onto the ground, laughing like a maniac.

Max grabbed Steve's nailed bat, holding it up above the boy. "From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?" Jennifer quietly grabbed onto her crowbar just in case, by some chance, Billy managed to get up again.

"Screw you." The words that fell from Billy's mouth earned him a nailed bat between the begs, damaging the floorboards he lay on.

"Say you understand! Say it! Say it!" Max yelled out.

"I understand."

"What?"

"I understand." He said before passing out. Max dropped the bat, the weapon clattering on the ground before she pulled the boy's keys from his pocket.

"Let's get out of here."

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HOPPER, EL, AND NICOLE PULLED UP IN FRONT OF THE LAB, STEPPING OUT AND LOOKING UP AT THE BUILDING THAT STOOD OVER THEM MENACINGLY. Growling was heard, echoing throughout the building, some of the windows glowing with flashing lights. "You alright, kid?" Nicole asked as she pulled the shotgun from the car.

In the short ride to the lab, El had already managed to grow a liking to the woman. She hadn't pressured El into saying anything, just made conversation so that the drive wasn't awkward. If anything, El had already somewhat looked up to Nicole. She seemed cool, someone that El would want to be like when she was older; not scared to say what she was thinking and to have her own opinions on things no matter what others around her thought.

El nodded her head softly, Nicole smiling at her lightly before putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "All right. You let us do the heavy lifting upfront, all right? You save your strength till we're below." Hopper said to El as he stood next to the two. Providing no response, the girl walked towards the lab, shaking off any nerves she had. Nicole was about to follow until Hopper stopped her. "You stay near me, alright? You're getting back to Jennifer and your father. Don't do anything stupid."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry." Nicole said with a slight smirk, holding up her pinkie finger jokingly before following after El. Hopper looked at her worried, reconsidering his decision of allowing her to come, though, there was nothing he could do about it now.

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stonathandreamer · 4 months ago

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Sick (Jonathan ver.)

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Summary: Jonathan is sick. Thankfully for him, Nurse Steve is here to take care of him.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Have some Stonathan fluff to brighten your life! A 'Steve version' of this fic is in the works. Also, Jonathan acts like a stubborn brat when he's sick because he doesn’t like being helped. Jonathan likes to help people. Not the other way around.

"Jonathan's sick?" The concern is evident in Steve's voice as he holds the phone against his ear and wraps the phone cord around his finger.

Joyce Byers sighs and nods on the other side of the line, even though Steve can't see it.

"Unfortunately, yes, honey. He's been feeling sick since Friday when he got home late from work. I told him it would be a cold night. I told him to take a heavier jacket, but no, he insisted he would be fine, that the cold doesn't bother him, that he doesn't get sick. Ugh."

Steve can't help but let out a little chuckle at Joyce's motherly tone and chastising Jonathan's poor decisions that got him sick. It's true, though. Jonathan doesn't get sick. Cold, Flu, headaches. He's practically immune to all those things. But there's a first time for everything.

But why did he have to get sick today of all days? When Steve had planned a nice date for them with lunch, ice cream, movies, and lots of kissing.

Accursed sickness.

Steve sighs, a mixture of disappointment for not having his plans with Jonathan ruined and concern for his boyfriend's well-being. He lets go of the phone cord and runs his free hand through his hair.

"Is he okay, Mrs. B.? Like, is he really, really sick? Or just a little sick? Is he in pain? Does he have a fever?"

Joyce lets out another sigh, this time out of fondness and appreciation for Steve's concern for her son, and she silently thanks whatever mystical force that rules the universe for putting Steve into Jonathan's life.

"It's just a cold, honey. His only symptoms are a slight fever, groans of pain, and being infuriatingly annoying and stubborn and refusing to stay still no matter how many times I tell him he needs to rest. I swear, I'm almost tying him up on the couch." Joyce's voice is a mixture of annoyance at Jonathan's attitude and concern for him. Even if it's just a simple cold, even if he's almost an adult now, Jonathan is still Joyce's baby, and she is always concerned for her babies, all three of them (four if you count Hopper).

Steve can't suppress a small smile. Joyce is such a pure, kind-hearted soul. And an incredible mom, too. Jonathan and Will are so lucky to have her in their lives. And Jonathan's refusal to rest doesn't amuse Steve.

Typical Jonathan. Always wanting to help everyone but never wanting to be helped. It's adorable and wholesome in an infuriating kind of way.

And if Jonathan can't go out for their date, Steve will improvise.

"I'll be there in 5, Mrs. B."

"Oh, no, no, Steve, it's alright! Please, don't waste your weekend on us." Typical Byers mentality, never wanting to bother anyone with their problems. Adorable and wholesome in an infuriating way, indeed. "Go and have fun, honey. I'll take care of Jonathan—"

"Nope. Sorry, Mrs. B., it's non-negotiable. I'll be there in 5!"

"St—" She doesn't have time to finish as Steve hangs up the phone and rushes to the front door, grabbing his wallet and shoes and rushing to his car.

Thankfully, the streets of Hawkins are empty on Saturday mornings, and Steve reaches Jonathan's house in less than five minutes - 4:11 seconds, to be more precise. He parks his car next to Jonathan's on the driveway and makes a beeline to the front door, knocking on it in a concerned/frantic way. He taps his fingers on the door frame while waiting for someone to answer.

"Come on, come on, come on..." He mutters under his breath while staring at the door, this damn wooden barrier separating him from his sick boyfriend. Come on! Five people live in this house, can't no one answer the fu—

The door opens - finally! - revealing El, holding a can of soda in her hand.

"Hi, Steve. Jonathan's on the couch being impossible." She gestures for him to come inside and points in the direction of the living room - not that Steve needs someone to point him in the direction of the living room or any other room of the Byers-Hopper residence. Nah. He knows this house like the composition of the Farrah Fawcett hairspray.

Lo and behold, lying down on the couch, looking slightly pale - paler than he already is - with a sweaty forehead, disheveled hair, and an annoyed expression on his face is Jonathan Byers, trying in vain to remove the blanket covering him and get up from the couch. While Joyce, who's sitting on the coffee table, shoves him back on the couch and brings the blanket up to his chin, earning a weak groan of annoyance from him.

"Mooom, stop it!" He protests, again trying to get up from the couch, "Stop babying me! I'm fine."

"You're not fine, Jonathan!" Joyce counters, her tone firm and unyielding, "You're sick. Now stay there and stop fussing like a whiny baby."

"Mom!"

"Jonathan Byers, you better stop being so damn stubborn and annoying all the time, young man. Now calm your fussy ass down and stay on this couch, or else—"

"Uhm," Steve decides to make his presence known to the duo before Joyce upholds her previous threat of tying Jonathan down to the couch. He approaches the two, sending them a small smile. "Hi, Mrs. B., hi, babe. How are you doing?"

"I'm fi—"

"No, you're not!" Joyce cuts her son off with a firm glare, telling Jonathan to shut up, which he doesn't, and mumbles something under his breath, making Joyce roll her eyes again before turning back to Steve. "You didn't have to come, Steve. He's being far too annoying for anyone to deal with."

Jonathan groans in annoyance again while Steve chuckles and shakes his head.

"Nah. It's alright, Mrs. B. Let me keep an eye on him for you. I insist."

"You're too good for us, Steve," Joyce sighs fondly, and a small smile appears. She has been taking care of Jonathan since last night - almost 12 hours of incessant groaning, protesting, and fussing. A break sounds tempting, but a mother's work is unending, and she has other stuff to do. "Alright, fine. You keep an eye on him for me. I need to go buy some groceries, drop Will into Mike's house and El and Max's."

Steve nods as Joyce gets up from her sitting spot on the coffee table and disappears into the hallway, gathering her family and urging them out of the house. Will and El bolt to the front door while Hopper follows after them and Joyce right behind him. The Chief of Police takes notice of Steve's presence and turns to his wife with a questioning gaze.

"Really, Joy?" He whispers to her, "You're gonna let Harrington take care of Jonathan—"

"Jim." Joyce sends him a glare, silently telling Hopper to drop it, which he promptly does and follows their kids.

Now alone at home, Steve takes Joyce's vacant seat in front of the couch and smiles at Jonathan, brushing some strands of his hair off his sweaty forehead.

"Hey, babe. You look like shit, you know?"

Jonathan groans and swats Steve's hand away from his face.

"Fuck you, Harrington, you annoying dumbass."

"Gee, someone's in a mood today," Steve smirks, unfazed by Jonathan's barrage of profanities. His boyfriend attempts to get up from the couch now that Joyce is away, but Steve prevents him, keeping a firm grip on Jonathan's shoulders and gently pushing him back, much to Jonathan's dismay. "Ah, ah, ah, babe. You're not going anywhere. Just keep lying down and looking cute."

Jonathan groans again and sends Steve a dirty look, to which Steve responds by booping his boyfriend's nose and pinching his cheek.

"You're adorable, Jonny."

"Don't call me 'Jonny,' you asshat."

"Fine... Jonny-boy."

Another annoyed groan from Jonathan as he covers his head with the blanket, muttering something about how he's going to kick Steve's ass (again) when he's feeling better, much to Steve's amusement.

Steve walks to the couch and flops down on top of Jonathan, earning an 'oof' sound from his boyfriend. Jonathan uncovers his face and looks at Steve with a raised eyebrow.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm keeping you warm," Steve replies, his face buried into Jonathan's chest and his arms wrapping around Jonathan's shoulders.

"Get off!" Jonathan uses what remaining strength he has to push Steve off him. Steve rolls over to his side, landing between Jonathan and the couch's backrest, still keeping his boyfriend wrapped in a tight hug, making Jonathan bury his face in his chest.

Steve laughs at Jonathan's antics and kisses his disheveled hair.

"Nice try, babe, but you ain't getting rid of me so easy. I told your mom I would take care of you. That's a promise I intend to keep. So get some rest and let Nurse Harrington take care of you."

"Nurse Harrington?" Jonathan scoffs and rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but the corner of his lips twitch up, "What? Too stupid to even pretend to be a fake doctor?"

"Har har. Very funny, Byers." Steve rolls his eyes fondly while running his hand through Jonathan's hair. "Comfy?"

"No," Jonathan lies, snuggling closer to Steve. "... Maybe a little bit."

Steve chuckles at Jonathan's reluctant admission. He nuzzles his face in Jonathan's hair, breathing in Jonathan's shampoo - warm coconut.

"You know, babe, the world ain't ending if you let people take care of you." Jonathan's response to Steve's words is a small grunt, which Steve interprets as a weak form of protest, "I know you like helping people, but people like helping you back, you know? Especially me. I like helping you."

Jonathan grunts again, softer this time, indicating he appreciates Steve's words of affection, and although Steve can't see it, he knows Jonathan's face is probably red as a tomato.

"... Steve?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"..." There's a short pause before Jonathan speaks, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, babe." Steve smiles and kisses Jonathan's forehead. "You want anything? Water, food, medicine, another blanket?"

Jonathan shakes his head and takes his face off Steve's shoulder to look up at his face, a pair of soft brown eyes meeting another pair of soft brown eyes.

"No," He replies weakly, "Just you... Nurse Harrington."

Steve grins and tightens his hold around Jonathan's body, keeping his sick boyfriend as close to him as physically possible.

"Yeah, that's right, babe. You just let Nurse Harrington take care of you."

Jonathan chuckles and snuggles closer to Steve, seeking comfort from his boyfriend's presence. He breathes in contentment and closes his eyes, succumbing to the sickness-induced tiredness.

Jonathan likes helping people but doesn't like being helped. He feels it's his responsibility to care for his loved ones - his mom, brother, sister, dad (Hopper), and boyfriend. But right now, he doesn't mind being taken care of by Steve. He feels loved. Appreciated. Wanted. It feels nice. He likes it. Very much.

Maybe Steve is right; it's not the end of the world if you let others help you when you need it.

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eros-heartache · 6 months ago

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Whumpuary 2025 Fic Masterlist

Please be warned. This collection contains works that are 18+. If you are a minor, please do not interact! I am an adult, who writes fiction intended for adults. As always, be mindful of tags and warnings. It is up to you to curate your own online and fandom experiences.

My Ao3 Series here

Event page here

Status: IN PROGRESS

Breakdown of Individual Fics Below Cut

Day 1 | Oh, Hell. Bound.

Paring: Edward Nygma / Oswald Cobblepot

Prompt: headache | "this will hurt"

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 539

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Day 3 | Fenced In

Paring: Evan "Buck" Buckley / Eddie Diaz

Prompt: Black Eye

Rating: Teen and Up Audence

Word Count: 679

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Day 5 | Ginger Honey Lemon Tea

Paring: Eddie Brock / Venom Symbiote

Prompt: Chills

Rating: General Audience

Word Count: 715

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Day 9 | I Won't Shed a Tear

Paring: Lexi Howard/Fezco

Prompt: Gunpoint

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 989

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Day 11 | Sons Of Hawkins MC

Paring: Jim Hopper/Joyce Byers

Prompt: "i didn't ask for this" | blood | abandoned

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Day 13 | Breathing Won't Come Easy

Paring: Patty/Simon

Prompt: close call | choking

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Day 15 | Dear God

Paring: Fleabag/Priest

Prompt: handcuffed | "please, stop"

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Day 17 | Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?

Paring: Ed Teach/Stede Bonnet

Prompt: drugged | "i'm glad you're alive"

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Day 19 | Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word

Paring: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth

Prompt: Overworked

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Day 21 | Never Again

Paring: Carmy Berzatto/Sydney Adamu

Prompt: "who are you?"

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Day 23 | Asgard, Tx

Paring: Loki Laufeyson/Darcy Lewis

Prompt: backhand slap | "i can't do this anymore"

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Day 25 | 7 Instant Coffee Packets

Paring: Lucy MacLean/Cooper Howard

Prompt: "i'm fine" | missing | drowsiness

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Day 27 | Everybody's a Critic

Paring: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson

Prompt: twisting the knife | rescue

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Day 29 | Last Stall on the Left

Paring: Wade Wilson/Peter Parker

Prompt: ALT- Hiding | "don't leave me"

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 1 year ago

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I'm trying hard not to think about it, it's a bit late at night now. I'll try again tomorrow and I'll really have to smash things out as best as I can🥺🥺🥺I really don't feel like anything is going anywhere and like quitting would be best but I'm in my Munson Motivation Outfit and trying not to think that way because the Munsons and Hopper wouldn't want me to💔 thank you for being here for me, honey, I appreciate you so so much and I love you lots🫂🫂🫂🫂I'm so sorry you have a headache 😭 alleviation is definitely a bit beyond me but I'd get you some painkillers and a snack and some water with plenty of cuddles🥺

My uni workload NOT INCLUDING an assignment which is a 2000 word empirical report which needs to be written about a 250 participant data set we were given AND IF WE ANALYSE THE DATA WRONG, THE ENTIRE REPORT WILL BE WRONG AND WE GET ONE TRY WITH NO HELP FROM PROFESSORS OR WE FAIL🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

The workload has literally doubled after Christmas break. This is my new normal, as well as my job which has me doing overtime most weeks AND I NEED TO FIND WORK EXPERIENCE hadfghjk excuse me while I just

I wanna quit so so SO bad but I know people don't want me to😭💔

I'm pulling an all nighter tonight 💀

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withacapitalp · 2 years ago

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock Pt 5

Part One Part Four Ao3 link Part 6

Reminder I'm not accepting anyone new on my tag list! Sorry if you want updates follow me here or subscribe on ao3! Also some warnings for Steve having PTSD and dyslexia in this fic. These two are going to start coming up more often but they begin here. Storytime!!

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Typically, a character starts at 1st level and advances in level in the adventuring world, although he or she might have been a soldier or a pirate and done dangerous things before.

Steve blew all of his breath out in an irritated sigh, balancing his forehead against his left palm and leaning impossibly closer to the book in front of him, willing the words to make sense. He put his right index finger underneath the line he was trying to read, using the trick his Seventh Grade English teacher had shown him.

Tyqically, a character stars at 1st level and advantages in level by abvemturing and morbid, although he or she might have been a sober or a gyrate and done dangerous thinps before.

He squeezed his eyes shut, resisting the urge to just grab the book and throw it against the wall. The sentences were starting to float around the page like driftwood, the letters choosing to make whatever damn words they pleased, and Steve was left drowning in the ocean without a tether as per usual.

Why did it matter if the characters were sober or gyrating? Did every character swear to be virtuous or some shit? That seemed like the kind of thing a stupid nerd game would come up with.

No, he probably just had it wrong. Steve just needed to read it again, but the thought of looking at the same paragraph he had been struggling with for the last fifteen minutes made him want to throw up.

When Eddie had given him the book last week, Steve had just thanked him and put it in his bag with no intention of reading it. But, Hellfire was at the end of the week, and he had said he would have a character to show them. He was determined to do just that, show them that he was taking this all seriously, but he couldn’t make a character until he understood what the game was.

And, apparently, he had to read to do that. Eddie had said he wouldn’t just hand everything to Steve on a silver platter.

You have to earn it. That was what Eddie had said as he gave Steve the book. He was going to have to earn this. So he had tried. He had been trying for five days now, and he was only on page eight.

Eight. Eight of like three hundred.

Steve was starting to think that maybe Hellfire wasn’t worth all the headaches he was getting trying to read this stupid book.

“Hey, Steve!”

Steve slammed the book shut as soon as he heard Nancy’s voice from behind him, scrambling to hide it under his other textbooks and act nonchalant as she and Jonathan came around the corner of the table and stood opposite him.

“How’s uh- how’s it going?” Jonathan asked, looking everywhere but directly at him.

Jonathan’s hands were fidgeting at his sides, his fingers twitching like he kept wanting to take Nancy’s hand, but kept stopping himself just before he could. Nancy was staring directly at him with the firm sort of determination she always had, her shoulders back, her head high. Steve resisted the urge to sigh.

“I’m fine,” He said, keeping his voice low and casual, “How’re you guys?”

“Good,” Nancy said, answering for both of them. She took the seat opposite of Steve without asking, pulling out the chair next to her so Jonathan could sit as well. She was still looking right at Steve with fire burning in her eyes, daring him to say something.

Let it be known, Nancy Wheeler was never going to back down from a challenge. She was strong as a lioness, as stubborn as a mule, and probably the most amazing woman Steve had ever met. Joyce Byers, Max Mayfield, and El Hopper were all extremely close seconds.

But he couldn’t really picture any of them doing what Nancy was so set on doing.

Somewhere during that last god awful night, Nancy had decided that the three of them were going to be friends. There had been a Steve and Nancy, a Nancy and Jonathan, but never a Steve and Nancy and Jonathan, and she was hell bent on seeing it happen.

And to make it happen, she continued to insert both of them into Steve’s life whenever she could.

Walking to shared classes, forcing him to come upstairs to say hi and chat for awhile when he came to get the kids from her house, and, of course, random library meetups like this one. After so many of these little check-ins, so many stilted conversations with the former love of his life and the guy she had left him for, it really shouldn’t be too awkward anymore.

It was still awkward.

“You’re spending a lot of time with the kids,” Nancy finally said after she couldn’t stand another second of uncomfortable silence.

The kids were an easy topic. They were something all three of them had in common. Steve could talk about them.

“They’re spending a lot of time with me,” He amended, trying to give her a smile. He could try for Nancy. It was the least he could do, “They just show up at my house whenever they want to and hang around my car until I agree to drive them places.”

“Sounds like them,” Jonathan murmured, and Steve huffed out a soft chuckle. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, Jonathan could be pretty funny.

“If they’re getting annoying I can tell Mike to back off,” Nancy offered, missing the point.

“No! No it’s fine,” Steve said quickly, trying to ignore the way his heart was suddenly racing.

His mind flooded with a thousand and one things that could happen if he wasn’t around, all the possibilities, all the ways that his kids could get themselves into trouble. He knew that they were smart, and capable, and resourceful, but they were also twelve. Twelve year olds who had fought against hell. Twelve year olds that needed deserved to have someone to protect them for once.

And Steve needed the kids too if he could be painfully honest with himself.

“It’s nice, actually. Fills up the time, and better than them just being left alone to get into trouble,” Steve said with a nervous little laugh, forcing his face to stay easy and even. If he acted too weird about this, then Nancy would poke and prod until she found everything out, and Steve couldn’t deal with that right now.

It was hard enough to breathe as it was.

Nancy was giving him a searching look, pinning him down onto a corkboard and examining what she found there. He had already lost her, if he had ever had anything to actually lose, and now the thought of losing the kids because of her was making his stomach twist up in knots.

It wasn’t a fair thought, probably wasn’t even an accurate one, but Steve couldn’t make it go away.

“They are little trouble magnets,” Jonathan tacked on, clearly not understanding what was happening between the two of them, “But you seem to have them well handled.”

Something about what Jonathan said made Stvee’s breath come a little easier, and he forced his shoulders to relax. No one was taking the kids away from him. No one was doing anything.

Steve was just overreacting like he always seemed to do these days.

“Yeah,” Steve responded, just so the ball was out of his court again. He couldn’t stand needing to be the one to say the next thing to cut through the silence.

Unexpectedly, it wasn’t Nancy or Jonathan that took that next step.

It was Eddie.

“Yo, Harrington!”

Every head in the library shot up, except Steve’s. He cringed, ducking his head low and trying to avoid the stares that were starting to come towards him. Eddie, who never really seemed to care who was looking and who wasn’t, continued to wave at him with big over the top gestures, trying to coax Steve over to his table.

“Is that Eddie Munson?” Nancy asked, perplexed.

Steve very quickly saw the out that had been offered and grabbed it with both hands. He stood up and began to stuff his papers and books into his backpack.

“Yeah, that’s Eddie. I better go see what he wants, but I’ll see you guys around, yeah?” He said, sliding around the table and giving them a wave, rushing away before Nancy could ask any of the other questions starting to form.

Eddie settled down when he saw Steve coming his way. He was alone at his table, completely surrounded by scraps of paper and open books. He loomed over them all, trying valiantly to make a tiny space for Steve to put his bag as he took the only free seat.

“What’s up?” Steve asked, not exactly sure why Eddie wanted his company.

“Nothing,” Eddie immediately replied, waiting a second and clearly enjoying the look of confusion Steve gave him before continuing, “Just thought I’d save you from that,”

He looked past Steve, and when Steve turned around, Nancy and Jonathan were openly staring at the two of them. Well, half of the library was openly staring, but whatever. Steve couldn’t care anymore.

“My hero,” He said sarcastically, turning back in his seat and resting his chin on top of his backpack.

“Why were they bothering you?” Eddie asked, futzing with his papers.

“They weren’t, just sitting,” Steve said, not quite on the defensive yet, but still feeling that urge to protect starting to hum in the back of his mind.

He had heard some of the things people were saying about the whole situation, and he hated the thought of Nancy or Jonathan catching heat. They hadn’t done anything wrong, at least, nothing that bad. They shouldn't have to deal with defending themselves right at the start of their relationship. It wasn’t really their fault that it just happened to come at the death of Steve’s.

“That’s weird,” Eddie stated, unintentionally treading right into dangerous territory, “I mean, it’s not like you guys are friends,”

“We are,” Steve protested automatically. Eddie raised a brow, and he faltered, trying to find the right words, “Well- I mean…”

Were they?

They didn’t really have all that much in common, and every single time they spoke it was clear all three of them weren’t really ready to be close, but Steve still considered them friends.

At the very least, Nancy and Jonathan were incredibly important people in his life, even if they weren't necessarily his friends. There were a few things that permanently bonded people, and killing an actual real life demon was one of those things.

But he couldn’t tell Eddie any of that.

“It’s complicated,” Steve settled on, hating how cliche that sounded. Eddie’s brow furrowed and he rubbed his thumb across his lower lip as he thought about what he wanted to say next.

It was honestly kind of cute.

“Nancy cheated on you,” Eddie stated bluntly.

Less cute now.

Steve flinched back, unable to help his first reaction. Cheating was such a harsh word, burning and bloody. It evoked images of The Hawk, and spray paint staining his fingers for months on end. He had promised himself he would never accuse anyone of it ever again unless he absolutely 100% knew for sure that it had happened.

Except, in this case, he did. Jonathan had told him, clearly scared out of his mind, but he had still manned up and told him. They had slept together when they were at that dude’s house, the one who helped Nancy get justice for Barb. Steve had listened, put the information in a little box in his mind, and put the box on a shelf.

Because that’s what Steve did. He just pretended he was okay no matter what, because he didn’t know any other way to be. He pretended like the sight of his pool didn’t make him nauseous, and he pretended like they hadn’t all almost died, and he pretended like he didn’t wake up gasping for air at least twice a week.

Steve pretended, because he didn’t know how to live with everything that had happened. But Nancy did, and Jonathan did, and the issue here was obviously Steve, not them. He had pretended Nancy right into Jonathan’s arms, and he had no one to blame for that except himself.

So, was it really cheating when it was Steve’s fault that it happened?

Nancy was right. He was really just…bullshit.

And yet, all of that also fell into the category of ‘Things Steve Wasn’t Legally Allowed to Tell Eddie’. He just had to go for the bullshit pretending answer.

“Yeah. She cheated on me.”

“That doesn’t sound too complicated,” Eddie said with a shrug and Steve leaned back in his chair, staring down at his hands which were fisted up in his khakis.

“Well it is,” Steve replied moodily, “It’s really fucking complicated, and I really don’t want to talk about it,”

“But she hurt you,” Eddie said, still using that stupid statement voice.

“Yeah, she hurt me, but I love her so-” Steve cut himself off, biting his tongue harshly. Yeah, he still loved her, but admitting that was fucking pathetic.

And yet, Steve was pretty sure a part of him was going to love Nancy Wheeler for the rest of his life.

“So that makes it okay?” Eddie asked, and Steve sighed, exhausted with the conversation.

“It means I can forgive her,” He said softly, trying to will his heart to stop aching, “It means I still want her in my life. Jonathan too. We’ve gone through stuff together. It’d be weird if we didn’t become friends after everything that’s happened,”

That was still probably too much to say, but Steve almost felt like he owed Eddie that much. The guy had done nothing but try to help, try to be supportive; he wanted to give him some kind of explanation for why he was continuing to torture himself with the sight of his ex and Jonathan.

Eddie still seemed pretty confused, and Steve doubted he even half understood, but his eyes had softened up, looking at Steve in a way that made his stomach feel funny. Not in the same way it had before with Nancy, just…funny.

“You’re a strange creature, Steve Harrington,” Eddie finally said, giving Steve a slow sweet smile. Steve shook his head, shooting Eddie a wry grin.

“And you, Eddie Munson, are a nosy jackass,” He snarked. Eddie laughed, too loud for the quiet library. Everything about Eddie was too much, always. He stood out from the crowd- no he didn’t just stand out, he forced himself out. Everyone had to notice him, everyone had to see. Steve, who had always done everything he could to blend in, to become one of the popular crowd, it was thrilling.

“Too true my liege,” Eddie said, inclining his head ever so slightly, “How’s your character coming?”

Steve rolled his eyes, digging around in his bag to grab the offending enemy, waving it around his head.

“Well, if I could stop wanting to hurl this book into the Quarry, I think I would be making progress,”

“What did the player handbook ever do to you?” Eddie gasped in mock horror, reaching up to pluck the book from Steve’s grasp and hold it protectively against his chest. Steve, already used to Eddie’s theatrics from their few interactions, just scowled and crossed his arms.

“It’s long, overly complicated, and the letters keep jumping around,” He griped.

Eddie slid out of the persona he had created as quickly as he had come into it, cocking his head to the side and making those bambi eyes somehow even bigger.

“Jumping around?” Eddie questioned.

“Yeah, but that one is really kind of an every book situation. I’m not big on reading. School’s just not my thing. Give me a ball or a kid to wrangle, that’s where I shine,” Steve said in a joking tone, trying to steer the conversation to other places. If he could get Eddie on a rant about basketball, or teasing him for babysitting, then they wouldn’t have to talk about his difficulties with reading.

And Steve really did not want to talk about his difficulties with reading.

It wasn’t exactly like he was ashamed of not really being able to read, except he really fucking was. What kind of person got to their senior year of high school and still couldn’t manage to read more than a page without wanting to give up? What kind of person still couldn’t manage to spell a single full sentence correctly at almost eighteen?

An idiot. That’s who.

But, if Eddie hadn’t already realized how much of a numbskull Steve was, then he wasn’t all that anxious to show his new friend. Everyone in Eddie’s circle was just like his kids, wicked smart and unafraid to flaunt it. If Eddie figured out just how much Steve really didn’t belong with them, he might change his mind about having Steve around.

No, on the whole, it was just better to derail the conversation. But Eddie didn’t seem to want to be derailed.

“What page are you on?” He asked Steve, his face frustratingly neutral.

Steve bit the tip of his tongue, contemplating just how far he might get in a lie. Would fifty pages be too obvious? Maybe he could say twenty five, and try to get Eddie on a rambling tangent before he began quizzing Steve on statistics. But as Steve went to open his mouth to try and spin a story that might work, Eddie held up a hand, cutting him off.

“Hey, I don’t judge. I just failed an essay because apparently Star Wars isn’t ‘an appropriate choice for analyzing the Hero’s Journey’,” Eddie said in a mocking false voice, handing the essay over as evidence.

A big fat ‘F’ sat at the top of the paper, circled in red. Steve’s brow furrowed, and he put it down, grabbing his own essay out of his bag. He and Eddie weren’t in the same class, but they did have the same teacher.

She had given Steve a ‘C’, and Steve’s essay was only two pages to Eddie’s five.

“Wait, do you mean the big wheel thing?” Steve asked. Eddie nodded, his mouth screwed up into a frustrated pout. Steve picked up his notebook and flipped to a clean page, drawing out a circle.

“But it works perfectly, why would she tell you it didn’t?” Steve made a mark at the top of the circle, “Leia’s hologram is Luke’s call to action, the force is his supernatural thing, his inciting incident is his aunt and uncle being killed, Obi Wan is the mentor, the robots are the helpers, and then Han is too. And Chewie! Obi Wan dying is the abyss, and then Luke transforms at the death star, becomes a jedi, and saves the galaxy.”

Steve continued to make little doodles along the edges of the wheel, muttering to himself. It was a really good example actually, and he was kind of jealous. He had just used The Odyssey like their teacher had suggested, but Star Wars was a way cooler option.

Why had she failed Eddie? At the very least he should have gotten a ‘C’ like Steve did. Even if she didn’t like what he had written, he had put in way more effort than Steve had.

Then, he noticed how quiet the table had gotten. He looked up briefly, and Eddie was looking at him, his jaw dropped, eyes wide in a whole different way.

“What?” He asked, unsure of why exactly Eddie was just staring at him.

“Steve, how is it possible that you just perfectly outlined the hero’s journey, but school ‘isn’t’ your thing?”

He squirmed in his seat, instantly uncomfortable. His parents liked to say things like that- he was smart, but he was just lazy. If he tried, then he would get better grades.

Steve would be at a dinner or some other stupid social function that he was dragged to and say something that was apparently impressively insightful, which should have been the right thing to do.

It never was.

Instead of praising him, his parents would always shake their heads, look at their friends, and sigh that if Steve just applied himself, he would do better. That they had done their best, and clearly he had the ability, he just lacked work ethic.

It didn’t matter how many times Steve attempted to explain that he was trying, that he stayed up all night sometimes, just trying and trying and trying. They didn’t care.

Eddie didn’t seem to mean it the same way as they usually did, but it was close enough to make Steve want to curl up in a ball and disappear.

“This is a picture. Pictures don’t move,” Steve said, mentally praying for the bell to ring, but knowing it wasn’t going to. They still had at least a half hour left in the period. Plenty of time for Eddie to ‘try and help’ which would probably just end with Steve being even more humiliated than he already was.

“What if I read it out loud to you?” Eddie offered.

It was a genuine offer, Steve could tell that it was. It was sweet, and it was kind, and Steve could never accept it.

“You don’t have to,” Steve protested, ignoring the part of his mind that thought it might be nice to get to listen to Eddie talk. He was a gifted storyteller, and Steve was always greedy for stories, even though they were so inaccessible to him.

Still, he wasn’t some toddler sitting on his mother’s lap, and Eddie wasn’t holding a picture book.

“I just want to get what I need to make a character, that’s all,” Steve said. He just wanted to be able to do enough that he would get by fairly okay during the next Hellfire meeting. He just wanted to be able to prove that he did want to join them.

“Then, I’ll read the parts you need for that, and I’ll help you fill in whatever gaps,” Eddie amended, reaching out yet again. He even physically reached this time, leaning over the table and squeezing Steve’s wrist once before settling back.

Steve opened his mouth to agree, to just say yes, but his voice was failing him. The words were stuck in his throat, and no matter how hard he tried to force them out, they just wouldn’t budge.

“Sweetheart, I’m a super senior,” He pointed out with a little self-deprecating laugh, “I’m in no position to judge. And, even if I was, I wouldn’t.”

There it was again.

Sweetheart.

Eddie had called him that after Hellfire, and Steve had brushed it off, considering it a fluke or a slip of the tongue. Given the deer in headlights look he had given Steve the second he said it, that wasn’t a bad call.

This clearly was not the same. Eddie had meant to call him ‘Sweetheart’ this time, knowing that Steve wasn’t necessarily going to mind it. He chewed on his lip, worrying it between his teeth as he tried to figure out why exactly he didn’t mind Eddie calling him a pet name.

It was the kind of thing Steve usually used for girls he was trying to woo, the kind of thing a guy would say to a girl. He had never heard a guy call another guy ‘Sweetheart’ before, but no matter how hard he searched, Steve couldn’t find a single part of himself that minded. Sure, he was confused by it, but it wasn’t upsetting or anything.

Just weird.

Not even weird in a bad way, and wasn’t that a head trip?

Fuck it. He already had enough on his plate as it was. Steve didn’t have the time or the energy to try and figure that one out.

He got up from his chair and came around to the other side, sitting on Eddie’s left the way he had during the Hellfire meeting the week before. Eddie beamed, settling down and putting the book on the table between them both. Steve didn’t need to say yes, Eddie just knew, and for that he was grateful. He was already struggling enough as it was.

“What page?” Eddie asked again, dipping his voice low and letting it melt the icy walls that Steve always kept around him.

“Eight,” He said, pausing to gauge Eddie’s reaction.

There was none. No snort of derision, no sigh, no head shake. Eddie just nodded, flipping to the right page. Steve let out a soft breath, forcing his body to relax.

It was Eddie. He wouldn’t judge.

“I was on the part talking about levels,” Steve added, taking the risk to lean in and let their arms brush up against each other. Eddie stilled for all of two seconds before going back to totally nonchalant.

“Perfect. I could use a refresher anyway.” Eddie said, rolling his neck and shoulders to stretch quickly before clearing his throat in an over dramatic fashion, just to make Steve laugh.

There it was again. The weird feeling in his stomach.

Steve ignored it. He ignored their arms, ignored ‘Sweetheart’, ignored his ex and everything that came with her, and even ignored the very world around them. None of it mattered, not right now. He pushed all thoughts away, letting himself get lost in Eddie’s voice and the universe he created with it.

“Typically, a character starts at 1st level and advances in level by adventuring and gaining experience points (XP). A 1st-level character is inexperienced in the adventuring world, although he or she might have been a soldier or a pirate and done dangerous things before….”

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