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STWG April Fool's Swap!

Hi friends! The discord hosted an event where each of us got assigned one person and two prompts. Then, we chose one of the prompts and wrote something for April Fool's! This is what I came up with. Have a very Normal day, folks! @strangerthingswritersguild

Prompt: Steve and Eddie find an injured animal and do their best to fix it up. Maybe Wayne gives them a hand :) (written for @jaytriesstuff )

Warnings: This fic is as fluffy as the bunny they save

Word Count: 1.1K

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“Steeeeeve.”

Ah yes. Steve’s favorite way to wake up - while being not-so-gently shaken by his boyfriend.

“What,” he muttered into the pillow.

“There’s a reeeeeally cute bunny outside,” Eddie whispered.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Seriously?” he whined. “You’re waking me up for that? Dude.”

“If you go outside and see it, you’ll understand why,” Eddie continued. “And! The poor thing is wounded! Come on, Harrington, you love taking care of things. I know it’s your kryptonite. Put on pants and come see this adorable, scared, injured little bunny rabbit with me.”

Steve sighed. Eddie was right, actually, but what got Steve out of his bed was more so the knowledge that it wasn’t a choice. Eddie would keep annoying him about it until he obliged, so…

“Fine,” he groaned, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Why were you outside anyway?”

Eddie smirked, triumphant. “Well, you see - your parents have the nose of bloodhounds, and I’m not about to get you into trouble for your room smelling like cigarette smoke again….”

Steve remembered that. His parents were gone a lot, so Eddie stayed over a lot, and he smoked like a chimney. On colder nights, he tried smoking out the window, but…

“Oh,” Steve said as he slipped a pair of jeans on. “That’s actually, uh, yeah. Okay. Thanks.”

Eddie put his palm delicately on Steve’s cheek. “I’m not a monster,” Eddie told him. Then, he lightly slapped Steve on that same cheek - eliciting another eyeroll. “Okay, let’s go.”

God dammit. The rabbit was actually really cute.

Steve crouched down beside it in the grass. The little guy was breathing fine, but it seemed to be soundly asleep. “What do you think happened to it?” he said.

“Him,” Eddie corrected. “He’s a dude.”

Steve contorted his face into confusion as he turned to Eddie. “How do you know that?”

Eddie shrugged. “I’m more than just a pretty face, great hair, and massive talent, Steve.” After Steve stared blankly at him, Eddie continued. “Okay, so maybe I don’t actually know for sure, because I’d have to like, reeeeally inspect him to know, but I’m pretty confident just from, like, the vibes.”

This was one of those times where Steve could not believe he was in love with this man. It was also one of the times he knew exactly why he was. Eddie had a way of making both those feelings happen simultaneously, all the time.

“I named him Drugs,” Eddie added. Then, he grinned. “Drugs Bunny.”

Steve closed his eyes and put his head in his hands. “Jesus Christ,” he mumbled. “It’s perfect.”

“He’s perfect,” Eddie corrected.

Steve let his hands drop back down and stood up straight again. He looked at Eddie and smiled. “Yeah, right,” Steve said. “He is.”

Well, they weren’t gonna bring an injured wild animal back into the Harrington house, that’s for damn sure. Whether or not Steve’s parents ever found out, the risk was enough to make him woozy. So, naturally, Eddie and Steve wrapped the bunny in an old t-shirt and gently brought him into Steve’s van, where he sat on Steve’s lap in the passenger seat while Eddie drove slower and more carefully than he ever had before.

The Harrington house was the wrong place for this project, but Forest Hills was a free-for-all.

“Shit,” Steve said as they approached the trailer. “Wayne’s home.”

“Shh,” Eddie replied, nodding towards the bunny. He opened the door as gently as possible, then mouthed - Leave him in here.

Steve had no idea what was going on, but okay sure. He was already this deep in it, what’s a little more?

They left the car doors open and walked into the trailer, where Eddie immediately started calling for Wayne and opening cabinets.

“What are you boys up to now?” Wayne asked as he approached from the hall.

“Eddie found a wounded rabbit outside,” Steve explained as Eddie continued to rummage around. “Now, we’re co-parenting.”

Wayne chuckled. “Sounds like my boy,” he said. “Alright, kids, I’ll bite. What’s wrong with the rabbit?”

“We don’t know,” Steve responded.

“Well, you’ll probably have to call the vet if it’s domestic. If it’s wild then a rehabilitator is your best bet.”

“There’s rehab for rabbits?” Steve asked, surprised.

“Oh, sweetie,” Eddie said, a look of endearment on his face.

“Why are both of you experts on this?”

“Well,” Eddie began before turning to Wayne. “You wanna take this one?”

Wayne sighed. “Yeah, alright,” he said. “So, my sister, you know. Eddie’s mom. She was a veterinarian. Loved animals more than she loved me, I think.” He chuckled. “Anyway, we did this kind of thing a lot with her.”

“We’re kiiiiind of famous in the animal community,” Eddie added. “If only my dad hadn’t made the Munsons famous for other shit.”

Steve noticed how neither Eddie nor Wayne seemed particularly sad about this fact. He figured the both of them had accepted their place in this world, and didn’t care much what other people thought about it.

That was an attribute Steve was still working on.

“Oh,” Steve said after a moment. “That’s really sweet, honestly.”

Eddie started gagging and making dramatic choking noises. “Don’t say that,” he demanded. “I’m not sweet, I just got a heart, that’s all.”

“Eds,” Steve countered. “You have a small rabbit in the passenger’s seat of your van, bundled in your shirt, and you’re currently making some kind of habitat for it.” Steve gestured to the box Eddie was prepping, which seemed ridiculously large considering the size of the animal, but whatever. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re a softie.”

Eddie stuck his tongue out at Steve.

“Oh, that’s where he is?” Wayne intruded. “The van?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I figured it was quiet and dark enough in there,” he explained. “Come on, let’s go get him settled.”

The three of them walked out to the van and peered in through the open car door, only to find that the bunny was now sitting on top of the shirt, perfectly awake and happy, nose twitching.

“Hooooly shit,” Steve said.

“It’s an Easter miracle!” Eddie exclaimed.

“I thought you said it was wounded,” Wayne pointed out.

“He was,” Eddie clarified. “I mean - I thought he was. He was just - he was lying there looking all sad, and -” He fell deep into thought for a moment before continuing. “Huh. I guess he was just being dramatic.”

Steve chuckled. “Oh, now I see why you love him so much. He’s just like you.”

Eddie laughed, then leaned over and put his face next to the bunny’s. “I mean,” he said, “the resemblance is there, right?”

Steve nodded with another light laugh. “Yeah, the resemblance is there, cutie.”

And that, my friends, is how the Munsons ended up with Drugs.

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A little taglist moment for my Steddie shippers! Sorry I missed a bunch, I haven't used my taglist in a long time :')

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#steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson x steve harrington #writing #st fic #me

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hairstevington · 1 month

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i'd like to thank Lupita for blessing me sm Joe content.

#BURN THIS INTO MY RETINAS PLEASE #thank you Lupita for your service #lord knows we’d never get this content otherwise #joseph quinn

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hairstevington · 1 month

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Mr. Crayola Henderson

G | 1791 words | no tws but they swear, I always forget f-bombs bother some people sorry guys | ill add the ao3 link eventually (when its not 3 in the damn morning)

STWG Prompt: Telling a story to get out of trouble

EDIT: I NEARLY FORGOT thank you @pearynice my beloved for the brainstorming GENIUS and @hairstevington for the sensitivity read! You guys are awesome!!

(little bit of context for extra clarity: this universe is vaguely canon divergent, post season 2. Steve is hoh (hard of hearing) and already adopted by the Hendersons, and in this one they're in the middle of a sort of family reunion/gathering)

Steve went to duck inside the house, holding the door open for Aunt Tracy on her way back out into the backyard where the majority of the gathering was taking place. She smiled and said something, probably just a thank you that he would’ve heard if the batteries in his hearing aids hadn’t died. He smiled back at her and gestured to his ear and she nodded again with a smile that did its best to not be patronizing.

She left and Steve went inside, sighing a little and tried to not hold it against her, the lack of filter seemed to run in the family, but it was moments like that that made him grateful his mom was the most laid-back of the Henderson women.

Steve went over to the media room and dug through the little bin of batteries under the phone, pulling out an opened pack that had just enough left. He took both aids off, changed the batteries, and put them back on to make sure they worked.

He heard a strong thud from his bedroom, followed by muttering.

Steve put the dead batteries down on top of the table and stared at his bedroom door. The muttering escalated to hushed bickering.

Steve walked closer to the door, hearing the bickering more clearly, then opened the door.

Dustin and their cousin Aiden both jumped and turned to look at the door, Dustin relaxing when he saw it was him. Steve paused for a second, looking at both of them crouched on the ground, bright pink paint on their hand and clothes and the carpet around them with no bottle in sight.

Steve leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at Dustin.

“We were just… snooping through your shit. ” Dustin said.

Steve glanced back down at the paint everywhere, and gave him a look.

Dustin just smiled like a little angel, which worked on mom and maybe Steve-from-two-years-ago, but not now.

“Oh no, you found my secret stash of… bubblegum pink paint.” he deadpanned.

“The cheap kiddy bubblegum pink paint.” Dustin corrected, looking down at the carpet. “It’ll wash out.”

“Of course.” He looked over to Aiden, who had relaxed significantly as he realized Steve wasn’t going to blow up on them. “And… why is there totally washable pink paint in my room specifically? Weren’t you guys sticking to dicking around outside to avoid doing stuff like this?”

Aiden opened his mouth to give a better excuse, but Dustin started tapping his shoulder excessively to get his attention.

“He’d help us.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, not arguing because odds were good he’d end up doing something, but he still played it up like he wasn’t already planning to.

Aiden was turned mostly towards Dustin and muttered something he couldn’t catch, throwing a glance at Steve.

“Trust me, this is like a walk in the park compared to–” Dustin said.

“Hardly a fair comparison, man.” Steve interrupted.

“–compared to the other shit he’s helped me with.”

Aiden thought about it, then glanced towards Steve. “And he's not going to jump ship afterwards and get us in trouble?”

“Of course not, right Steve?”

Steve looked at the two of them and ran a hand over his face.

“You know step one of not getting in trouble for stupid shit is not starting stupid shit, right?”

Aiden groaned but Dustin agreed immediately, “Yes, 100% understood.”

Dustin elbowed Aiden, and he nodded despite his clear annoyance.

Dustin smiled and looked at Steve.

He rubbed his temple one last time before throwing his hand down.

“Okay. Step two then.”

Dustin jumped up and shot him a thanks before running around him towards the kitchen. Steve watched him go then turned back to Aiden who looked just as confused.

“What’s he doing?”

“I don't know.” Aiden lied, looking at him curiously, “What's step two?”

“Find me and let me finish the stupid shit.”

“Huh.”

Dustin came running back with a slice of deli-meat in one hand.

“Dustin, this isn’t looking much better than last time.”

Dustin paused his mad dash for just a second to look at him.

“It’s significantly better, I swear.” he said, then ran to sit back down, dropping the slice of meat on the floor in front of him, and waited.

After a few seconds of nothing, a fuzzy little white face poked out from under his bed. Cautiously, a opossum with pink paint splashed on its back came waddling out. It sniffed at the food given to him, nibbled at it, then opened its mouth as wide as it could to awkwardly chomp at its new snack.

It was a wild animal, Dustin brought in a wild animal inside, during a family gathering with some of the most worry-wart mothers he’s ever met–

But god, the tiny opossum was really fucking cute.

Dustin beamed at the little guy like a proud mom, then up at Steve. Steve shook his head in disbelief and joined them carefully around the opossum. He picked up the deli meat and placing it on his hand to get the little guy used to it.

“You’re crazy, Henderson, you’re fucking crazy.” He grumbled, playing up annoyance to avoid losing his better judgment.

Dustin said something probably cheeky as hell, but he didn’t catch it.

“One more time.” he said, looking away from the opossum for just a second.

“And what does that make you, Henderson?” Dustin smiled, definitely cheeky.

“Reluctantly, also fucking crazy.” he sighed, shaking his head before moving the deli meat further up his hand to lead little Mr. Opossum onto it.

He lifted Opossum gently, letting it have the rest of the deli meat so he could use two hands to hold it steady. He stood up slowly, and started walking towards the bathroom.

Dustin and Aiden went around him to get the door, lights, and sink ready– apparently, to continue where they left off. There were pink handprints around the edge of the sink and a bottle of dish soap sat next to the hand soap.

“Wow, I wonder what happened here.” Steve deadpanned. He looked over at the both of them, not a hint of guilt in their eyes. “And this is why there aren’t two Dustin Hendersons.” he bitched with no real anger, and set Mr. Opossum down gently in the sink.

“You mean this is why there aren’t two Aiden Haults.” Aiden said, leaning over the sink.

“Nope, Dustin gets the credit for this one.”

Steve closed the drain to make a pool of water and Opossum gravitated to it immediately, taking a drink before waddling into the pool and almost rolling in the water to get his fur wet.

Steve tried and failed to bite back a smile.

“His name is Sir Crayolan.” Dustin said.

Steve had no choice but to bark out a laugh.

“Sir what?”

“Sir Crayolan.”

“Oh god, I heard you correctly.”

“It’s a great name!”

“You know Sir Crayolan isn't staying, right?”

“Yeah, we were gonna let him go after we washed him, we just–”

Aiden muttered something and tugged on his sleeve, pointing out the bathroom doorway towards the back door.

Just out of the window, Aunt Tracy was caught in conversation with someone, looking like she was laughing, but clearly stopped just before she was going to come inside. Steve quickly rinsed some of the minimal paint on his fingers, careful not to scare Mr. Crayola or whatever.

“Does she know you’re in here?”

“No, we hid in your room–”

“Good, you guys wash him, carefully and quietly, I’ve got the rest.” He whispered, wiping his hands off on a towel.

“You’re the best, Steve.” Dustin said, giving him a quick side hug to avoid getting paint on him.

“Oh really? I’m gonna need that in writing.” He smiled and Dustin stuck out his tongue. Steve returned the gesture and slipped out of the bathroom, straight across the hall and into his bedroom.

He turned off the lights immediately to hide the pink mess on his floor and waited to hear the front door.

He heard Aunt Tracy’s laughing rather than the actual door open, heard her wave off whoever it was she was talking to through the door. He took one hearing aid off before he walked out of his room, closing the door behind him. He made his way back to the abandoned dead batteries and put his aid back on, messing with it a little longer than strictly necessary.

“Oh, Steve, there you are. Everything okay?” she said, joining him by the tv room.

“Yeah, just had to find batteries. What’s up?”

“Oh yes, well– now, I know I could be overreacting, but I haven’t seen Aiden anywhere for– oh, for god knows how long–”

“He was with Dustin earlier–”

“I know, I know, but they were near those woods weren’t they? And you know there were those missing kids stories–”

“Trust me, I know.” he said, dropping the dead batteries into their battery jar. “I can help you search for them if you want, but I don’t think Dustin’s ever gotten lost. He carries around a compass like it's his wallet. Worst case scenario? They’re messing around in the woods somewhere a little too far away and they’ll come running back once they realize we started eating hotdogs without them.”

“God, you know Claudia said the same thing, I just worry…”

“Ron just lit the grill, right? Let’s give them twenty minutes,” he checked his watch, “Until five… five fifteen-ish. If nobody sees them, I’ll help you look.”

“Twenty minutes, alright, I’ll tell Claudia.” She said, and circled back to the door.

“I’ll join you guys in a second, I’m grabbing a coke.” he called, jutting a thumb back towards the kitchen.

She called something back with a wave and Steve just waved back until she disappeared out the door. He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a cold can for himself and a diet pepsi for mom, then circled back to the bathroom.

He checked over his shoulder once real quick before tapping on the door and opening his coke.

Aiden answered the door, cracking it open just enough to stand in the doorway.

“You got all that, yeah?”

“Twenty minutes, we’ve been exploring in the woods.”

“Yup. Release your critter out the front door and circle around. I am not joining a search party for you guys today.”

Aiden nodded and gave him an overserious salute. Steve threw a more casual one back.

“Tell Mr. Crayola I said ‘bye’.” he said, then turned around to leave as Dustin came to the opossum’s defense. He hid his smile by taking a sip of his coke, and went back out the door.

(obligatory disclaimer uhhh dont pick up wild opossums please ok thanks guys love ya)

#eeeeeeee #I love deaf/hoh rep!!!!!#fic rec

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hairstevington · 1 month

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#this deserves a fucking gifset of its own #sorry not sorry

#I am nothing but feral for this man #joseph quinn #nervously opening his collar at an award show is my sexuality

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hairstevington · 1 month

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STWG prompt 10/3/24

prompt: "I'm so glad I found you"

pairing/character(s): steddie

"Eddie?" Steve calls as soon as he enters the shed, and he feels slightly mad with the way his head is whipping left and right, up and down. He has to make sure he's checked everywhere.

Everything's okay. Eddie's okay. He has to be.

He ignores the sound of Dustin, Max and Robin yelling after him, and focuses on looking for any signs of life in the room.

His shoulders start to sink and his heart starts to race after a few moments. Fuck. He's not here.

But just as he lifts a hand up to run anxiously through his hair, something (or someone) jumps out from somewhere and shoves him against the wall, and hand to his throat.

After he recovers from the disorientation, he sees who it is, and he feels like the tightness in his chest dissipates immediately. Even with an arm pressed against his neck, limiting how deep of a breath he can take.

"Eds." He whispers, nothing but relief in his tone, "I found you."

Eddie looks... wild and disoriented. His eyes are almost unseeing as they flicker around the room, and his nostrils flare with every heaved breath he takes. After a few moments, he seems to register who's in front of him, and loosens his grip.

"Steve.." He whispers, and lets his arm fall from its position to grip uselessly at the front of Steve's shirt, "Stevie."

His voice cracks as he speaks a little louder, and Steve can't stop himself anymore. He brings a hand up to cradle the back of Eddie's head and pulls his boyfriend in, face nestled against his neck.

"You're okay," He promises him, letting his head fall back against the wall as he lets his free hand rub up and down Eddie's back, "I got you."

Eddie shakes his head against his shoulder, and Steve starts to feel tears seep into his skin.

"No, it was- you won't believe me Stevie." Eddie's voice cracks again as he talks, and Steve scrunches his eyes shut. He never. Never. wanted Eddie involved in any of this.

"I know, baby, I know." He whispers, and presses a kiss to Eddie's messy hair.

After a bit longer spent gripping onto one another, and spent catching their breaths after a set of tears fall, Eddie pulls back to look Steve in the eyes. His bottom lip's still wobbling, and his eyes are bloodshot and teary, but he's here. And he's alive.

"I'm so glad I found you." Steve says, feeling his eyes well up again, "I never wanted you involved in this, I swear."

He feels like he's failed him by letting the Upside Down get to him. Eddie hasn't even said anything about what happened yet, but Steve knows. There's only one thing that can bring such a haunted look to someone's eyes.

"What is this, Stevie?"

But before Steve can answer, the door swings open. Usually, this would be his and Eddie's cue to separate, to look platonic. But he just can't right now. He'll deal with Dustin's questions, and Max's knowing look, and Robin's boasting of how she knew the whole time.

But he can't pretend he doesn't know Eddie. Not through this.

#omg GOLDIE #OWWWWW #love them #fic rec

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hairstevington · 1 month

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apple juice and apologies

written for the @strangerthingswritersguild daily prompt “I’m so glad I found you” (10/3/2024)

pairing: jim & el hopper (not romantically, obviously)

wc: 696 haha nice

no warnings

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El wakes up to a faint knock on her door. She sleepily rubs at her eyes and pokes her bed head up out of the sheets, looking around to make sure she isn’t dreaming. Her dad pops his head around the door.

“Hey kid, can I uh… Can I come in?”

She nods, she wants to stop herself from nodding but does it anyway. She doesn’t want to have to face what’s about to come her way in a few moments. El had one hell of a night with almost no sleep after the explosive argument, and after dad told her straight up how he felt about things with Mike, she danced around her own issues with Hopper, afraid he might yell at her even more.

She takes a deep breath, sitting up in the bed. When she looks up she notices that he’s carrying a tray in his hands and puts it on the bedside table. It has all her favorites; apple juice and eggos drizzled with chocolate sauce and topped with blueberries and some kind of powder. Sugar, maybe. Oh, it’s the one they use for baking cookies sometimes!

Her heart swells for a couple of seconds until she remembers what she’s supposed to be doing. El gathers her courage and looks up at him again. He sits down on the edge of the bed.

Hop— dad looks as devastated as El does; deep bags under his eyes, hints that he’d been crying, and the top of his forehead isn’t shining the way it usually does. He’s not wearing his work uniform today, even though he should be. Dad’s still in yesterday’s clothes.

El reaches out to hold his hand. “We need to have a talk, and no shouting this time.”

He looks at her, eyes full of hurt and regret for the things he said. “Come on, kid, just—”

“Dad,” she says. “I know our things didn’t go the way we wanted them to but we have to talk it out. Joyce tells me that’s what I should do with you. If we don't, I'm scared we will not talk ever again.”

“El…”

“It’s a hard conversation to have, dad. I know. I know you want to set these.. Is the word boundaries? …between me and Mike and you, but you could have said it without shouting at me. I know I shouted at you too and I’m sorry.”

Dad sighs. “I know you’re getting older and you're changing, and that’s what’s scaring me. That at some point you won’t need me anymore and you’ll be able to make decisions all on your own. I just don’t want you to grow up, but I know that’s not how life works…”

“I will always need you, dad,” she replies, making room in the bed for him to sit next to her. As soon as he sits down, she wraps her arms around him and cuddles into his side. Even though they had that fight last night, he’s still her dad and she’s still his daughter. “I will always thank you for taking care of me and making me feel like a person.”

She looks up at him, wiping away a tear rolling down his cheek.

“I’m so glad I found you, kid. You deserve someone who’s going to take care of you and look after you every step of the way.”

“Someone like Steve?”

Dad laughs, warming her heart. “Sure, kid.”

El smiles, snuggling closer to him, until she remembers the waffles and juice. She rests the tray on her lap and hands him the fork. “We can share?”

“Thank you, I’m starving,” he says, breaking off a piece of the waffle for himself and a piece off for El. He hands the fork back to her.

As they tuck in with big smiles, dad puts the music on from the little box on the bedside table. Static erupts from the box and dad curses under his breath, until a song comes on. He sits back down on the bed.

“Hey, kid?”

“Yes, dad?”

“I’m a better dad than Steve, right?”

El laughs. “Yes, but you can’t tell him I said that.”

#love this thank you for writing it #stwgdailyprompt #fic rec

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