#fix st4 vol 2

[iworkforthescoops]

ST4 Vol2 SPOILERS

Listen, I LOVE Steve (he IS my favourite ST character after all), but honestly I’d rather they had killed Steve this season, because the way Eddie died? FUCK THAT.

This just shows that the whole purpose of Eddie‘s character was to be a filler death because the Duffer brothers are unwilling to kill one of their main characters. We saw it happen with Bob and Alexei and now with Eddie and we’ll see it again when in season 5 they’re going to introduce a loveable new character whose sole purpose is to be there as a cheap cop-out death, because god forbid that one of the main characters actually dies.

And the way that apparently Dustin and Eddie‘s uncle are the only ones who’re actually mourning him? They way that they just left Eddie‘s body in the upside down? The way Eddie died to protect a whole town that was out to kill him? Fuck that.

And this is just one of my many issues with volume 2 (looking at the whole mess that was Will‘s feelings for Mike being used to further the Mileven relationship).

God, I’m bitter. I need a fix-it fic. Or possibly a whole lot of them.

[coralinejones]

got the memes ready for tomorrow😭

[babygirlharrington]

i’ve come to the conclusion that wayne would text eddie like this in a modern au. no i do not take criticisms

[artbean]

you can’t tell me eddie doesn’t have like 50 cans of hairspray ready to slay the swarm of demobats in the metalest fashion (id in alt text)

[zaynsxsoul]

I’d pay good money for a part two of forever yours, faithfully possibly with some smut? 👀

VOL 2 SPOILERS AHEAD (kinda)

I wanted to take the time and say THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart, I’m incredibly overwhelmed with all the love my writing has received, you guys are so amazing!♡ It breaks my heart to know we’re all mourning him, but I hope the fix it fics are helping you all to cope ♡

Now, I didn’t really plan it to be a series BUT, if you guys are down for a “Forever yours, Faithfully” part 2, I’m all in 100%, definitely got some ideas in mind.

[stranger-awakening]

anyways i wrote a fix it for the basketball game in 4x01 because i refuse to believe the kids wouldn’t be there. y’all can read it here if you like <3

[maxmayfieldirl]

My season 4 rewrite is now being put in my scoops troups will verse that I also have yet to write <33

[queermikewheeler]

Smalltown Boy arc i miss you

[theauthorunicorn]

In the Bleak Midspring | Steve Harrington (Part 2)

Summary: Spring break comes and the thought of catching up with your boyfriend in Hawkins may include saving the world and heart break.

Read Part 1 of In the Bleak Midspring here.

Read Part 3 of In the Bleak Midspring here.

May contain ST4 Vol 2 spoiler. Read at you’re own risk. 

You’ve been warned.

a/n: I’ve received so many good feedback and has been asking to write part which a truly intend doing so. anyway, let’s just pretend vol 2 heartbreaks did not happen. okay? :)

I tried to ignore what just happened and made my way on the RV as if nothing happens and I made sure that I am literally feet away from Steve Harrington.

Max asked me if I was okay and I just tell her that I am going to be okay what we need to do and focus right now is to defeat One and help her survive this. She told me again about how, "boys sucks" and "you didn't need him Y/N you can fight for yourself" and also how sorry she was about the attitude Steve had earlier.

"You don't need to be sorry for him," I said as climbed to the RV with spear in my hand.

"He might be just stressed out but he did raise his voice Y/N that's the thing I find unacceptable. Because who give him the right to shout at you." Max continues to reason out, "But are you gonna break up with him and like move to New York literally?"

"Hey, even we broke up doesn't mean I'll forget you Max and even with those nasty dingus," Max and I laughed, "I'll still get to visit you here or I can fly you out to New York."

"We didn't break up Max just to be clear." Steve interrupted and as he tries to look for something.

I backed away as soon as he entered the RV and made my way to the end and tried to settle myself.

"Harrington, what the hell are you looking for?" Eddie said as he pushed Steve on the side to make his way to where am I seated.

"Probably keys?" Dustin joked, "Or he'll say sorry to Y/N."

"Really Henderson?" "For real Dustin?" Steve and I said in unison.

"Damn Eddie, look at that still their brains still work the same. Though I can say Y/N is still far better than Steve." Dustin added as he force his way on the window side making me like a spread over a sandwich with Eddie on my left.

Steve just glared at him like a mom telling her son to shut up. "Okay, that was just a joke Steve to relieve the tension over your lovers quarrel, isn't that right Y/N?"

I just rolled my eyes and Steve stood still as his gaze never left mine.

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We dropped Max and the Sinclair's at the Creel's house.

I followed Max as she exited the RV. I removed her headphones, "Be careful and don't let him take over your memory. Whatever happened happens. Don't blame yourself over the things we can't control."

Max nodded, "You too, Y/N. Be careful. I'll see you after this."

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I stayed still between Eddie and Dustin when Eddie started talking, "You know I think he's just upset that you preferred to be in our group instead of his. But kinda eh -" he gestures his hand, "to say those things."

"I know, I just don't want to be with him especially when we're about to go to an alternate Hawkins."

"But he really loves you, you know. Just don't look forward but he's been checking the rear view mirror every now and then checking if you're okay or not." Eddie stated as he fixes his spear.

I chuckled, "I don't know about that Eds, but when you're talking about your future to your ex it doesn't sound convincing as you wanted it to be."

"What do you mean by that, Y/N?" That grabbed Dustin's attention as he dropped his spear and make shift nailed shield. He cupped my face, "Y/N, tell me!" He said almost shouting.

That immediately grabbed the attention of Robin, Nancy and especially Steve, "Hey guys, are you okay back there?" Steve inquired as he looked over the rear view mirror.

"Yeah, what do you mean about that Y/N?" Eddie questioned as his posture shifted to me.

"Are you guys okay?" Robin said in a slow word by word as she stood up and made her way to the back of the RV.

"Halt Buckley, halt. That's an order." Eddie ordered.

"You guys are not funny anymore." Steve said in a worried tone as he faces us. His eyes met mine. "Eyes on the road, Harrington. We still got couple of miles to our destination."

He sighed in defeat but followed my request, "You can just say, "Eyes on the road, Steve." I'm not asking for any sort of endearment like babe, love or what but using my last name. Kinda harsh." He mumbled.

"You were kinda harsh to her earlier Steve. So, just understand the sentiment." Robin commented as she patted his shoulder.

"So what happened?" Eddie inquired in a whisper.

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We arrived at Trailer Park and walked toward Eddie's trailer.

"You know he's all might and glory about how he bought you to the Skull Island and kept arguing about me about the location, he keep saying, "I make this make out spot popular." Or some shit like, "I had Y/N over here for a couple of times." It was so annoying." Dustin said dramatically as we walk to Eddie's trailer.

"But they found me, I guess he did brought you there a couple of times Y/N. Huh?" Eddie smacked my shoulder lightly.

"Yeah, the tales were out and about when we rescue Eddie there Y/N. Like Steve we're like, "This is the right direction" or shit but my man still delivers us to Skull Rock." Robin added.

I tried to reminisce about those times but I was clouded by with my thoughts again. "I don't know about that, haven't been there." I lied I'm just trying to pass whatever pain Steve gave me today.

The group fell silence for a moment, "Okay, enough of that. Let's just finish this." Said Nancy as we entered Eddie's home.

I saw the gate and it was small enough compared to what we have encountered before, "Yeah, it's like a snack size than the other gate that I saw." I murmured as I looked up.

"Right? It's a snack size but you kept laughing when I describe it to you." Steve said as he stand next to me. I looked at him for a second or two before walking over to Dustin and Eddie.

"You could have just said sorry, Steve." Robin whispered to him, "Shut it Robin," he looked at me, "I'll go first." Steve climbed the rope.

"Next?" Robin asked. Eddie pushed me to the rope, "Okay, Y/N is next."

I climbed the rope as Eddie supported me. It's so fucking weird to be upside down. But before I let go Steve gave me this look that assured me that everything will be fine. I dropped my back to the matters and landed safely.

"Oof." I closed my eyes as I fall. Steve offered his hand to help me up but I choose to roll over to the opposite side and get back with my feet on my own.

"Hey, are you okay?" He walks towards me but I back off every step he takes.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"We'll give you three minutes max to talk whatever shit happened today, Steve and Y/N and it starts now." Dustin shouted over the other dimension.

"We don't need it, just make your way -" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Thanks man." Steve answered. "Hey, stop backing away from me, I'm not gonna hurt you." He tried to reach me but I secured and crossed my arms into my chest.

"What do you want?"

"Talk."

"About?" I asked

"About us." He said.

"What about us?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Can you just please stop backing away from me?" He requested, I stopped, "Thank you."

I rolled my eyes, "We're just wasting mere seconds here, Harrington,"

"It's Steve." He corrected me.

"Max needs our help just let them go here so that this shit will be done."

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. About earlier especially raising my voice, I know how much you hated it but I'm so stressed and tired which is not a valid excuse about what I've done and I'm also sorry about the things that make you feel like this, I don't know what is it but I'm really really so so sorry about it. I just want you to be my side when I fight this monster because it'll give me peace and assurance that you're okay because if it's there anything that will happen to you I don't know what will I do, heck, even explain to your parents what happened why I failed to protect you. It's not about protecting Hawkins Y/N, it's all about you. If you tell me this time at this moment to back away about this stupid mission I'll do it as long as you come home with me. I guess, I'm just scared about losing you -"

"Why would you be scared about losing me Steve? If you look at Nancy's eyes" I said in a whisper, "about the future you've been dreaming about with hope lingering in your eyes. Why would you be scared, Steve? If I'm not in the future you've been dreaming all along."

He shook his head, "What do you mean future with Nance, I never did."

"Really, you forgot again, do I need to remind you every single important things Steve? Huh? Okay fine, when we were en route to War Zone you're talking about your future family to her, Steve. I listened to every single bit of it and almost laughed hysterically about how you like having six little Harrington's and you specifically said three girls and three boys," I chuckled, "I imagine that is us, that it'll be me in that distant future."

Steve interrupted me, "It is you. It's you Y/N! Why would you think it'll be Nance-"

"Because the way you look at her Steve. It's felt like and is her all along." I cried, "Do you know how it shattered my heart into pieces, huh. I'm so broken right now that I am fucking crying over you. Fuck!" I cursed, "I regretted the time that we ate together under that sycamore tree, Steve. Because I was all over you, I erased you in my mind but you gave me a reason to give you another chance and let you in my life and you know how much I love you, right?" Steve nodded his head, "That I took all my extra hours working on extra shifts so that I could fly and see you now and what you returned is a heartbreak that made me hate Hawkins as much as I loved it."

"It's not what you think is it Y/N. Love, it is you all along. All these days it was you and I decided it as well when you said that you love me back. It is you -"

Steve stopped as we hear a loud thud, "Oh, I'm so sorry to ruin the moment but three minutes is up." Said Eddie as he lay on the mattress.

I wiped my face and it's now swollen after all this crying, Steve followed my tracks. I offered my hand to Eddie, "Hey are you, okay?" He looked at Steve, "Man, this shit is not so cool anymore. You're making your girl cry."

"Eddie, just shut it okay." I told him.

"Nah, this is not cool anymore, last time I saw you cry is when he didn't pick you up and it was raining hard and you said that he might just forget it or had some shit with his parents. She waited 3 hours that day Harrington, I started my D&D campaign I saw her outside the gym then I finished my campaign she's still there shivering." He shook his head and Steve had this confusion drawn to his face, "And mind you, you're already his man this time because I saw you two holding hands like sick lovers in the hallway."

"Hey, just stop it." I faced Eddie.

"I don't know what shit you did now but you better straighten it up. I'll hold on to Y/N from now until you get your shit together." Eddie said.

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After that tension Eddie came back as what he was matching Dustin's energy.

"Are you sure you don't want to be in Steve's party Y/N?" Robin asked, "Because I thought rabies is not as bad as Vecna."

I laughed, "No, it's okay. I can deal with rabies instead."

"I'll protect her Buckley. You don't need to worry about that," I Eddie assured her, "first came Y/N then Henderson then me."

"Okay." Robin said. She ran towards me and hugged me, "Whatever is happening between you and that dingus just don't worry about it now. I'll make sure to keep him safe so that I can knock him out so that he'll have some senses after this."

I rested my neck on her shoulder, "Thanks Rob."

Then, Vecna troop marched to his lair but Steve stopped and turned his back to us, "Whatever happens if shit is about to go down, we abort okay." We nodded in unison, "Don't try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay, you guys are just .."

"Don't worry about it Harrington, we'll not do that and I'll keep your girl safe as well." Eddie answered.

"Thank you man." Steve said. He looked at me this time, "I love you."

"I love you too, Steve." Henderson answered, "Wait," he pulled me and Eddie, "Steve said, don't be cute, hero or something. I think the cute part is for Y/N,"

"I agree." Eddie inserted.

"Hero is you Eddie. And I'm something." Dustin finishes.

"And what something is, tell me?" I asked, "Oh, Y/N that is being cute and hero at the same time."

We laughed and started to work as I hear Robin's voice, "Don't be gloomy dingus," he hugged Steve, "that hug is from Y/N." She laughed. "How is this her hug?" Steve asked, "Because I hug her and I hug you so technically you hugged each other too."

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a/n: lil angst and protective Eddie too ♥️ unto part 3?

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[wastelandroses]

Even though I’m a multishipper most of the time, I wouldn’t be fine if MiIeven was canon after the events of ST4, vol. 2 more specifically, and how the love triangle was handled overall. The sentence “I don’t care which one will be canon as long as all of them are happy” has been very common around circles that love both couples, MiIeven and Byler, but I can’t bring myself to agree.

I wouldn’t be fine if MiIeven was endgame after Will’s feelings were used as a prop to mend it. El should have herself told Mike how greatly she feels about him, or Will shouldn’t have to urge Mike to say “I love you” if the relationship was to be fixed. (However, I think they are doing this for a reason, but this is beside the point.)

Will is a gay boy in the 80’s, lives in a small conservative town that already hates his family. On top of that, he is terrified of coming out. Amongst everything else he has gone through, he does not need a storyline where his romantic love for his childhood best friend is neglected, turned into a plot device in favor of restoring a hetero relationship.

If they wanted to make Byler as an example of a tragic unrequited love, there are other ways to do it that doesn’t reek homophobia (and queerbait). The love triangle is not just a mindless fandom battle between who is better for Mike (or who he “actually loves”) like any other heterosexual love triangle in media. There is a difference between the two outcomes. One of them being filled with homophobic and disgusting writing choices that led to cause more unnecessary pain and trauma for a queer character and the other is a hopeful, refreshing ending along with another step forward in queer representation that the mainstream media lacks.

insp.

[manohmangreeneyes]

The Harrigtons™

summary: steve harrington x y/n byers and their six little nuggets' life

characters: dad!steve x byers!y/n, joyce x hopper, will, jonothan, el, dustin, lucas x max, mike

warnings: ST4 VOL. 2 SPOILERS!! fluff, minimal swearing, pregnancy, hinted smut, childbirth, that's probably it :)

legend: italics = not in the moment narration, ~~~ = scene change

a/n: ik literally nobody pays attention to these but if this sucks i'm sorry it's my first time writing :,) also i tried really hard to keep steve in-character, bc i read so many of these where he totally isn't.. takes place after season four, except there's no ominous ending (i'm coming for u duffers) also nancy is non-existent in this fic (i love her but she would be problematic due to ST4 ship moments; and there's no mileven or byler bc will and el are way to good for mike and the im convinced byler car scene was will finally letting himself let go of mike)

anyways enjoy

~~~

"STEVE!" I cried, sitting on the cold tile of our shared bedroom's bathroom.

He sprinted in from the kitchen- with the glass of water he went to get for me- breathless. "What's it say?"

I flipped the pregnancy test around, revealing two pink lines.

"YES!" he cried, high-fiving me ecstatically. "This is so great, y/n," he smiled, kneeling down to my spot on the floor.

"We're gonna be parents," I murmured, caressing my boyfriend's face gently.

"The start of our Brood of Harringtons™!" He cheered.

~~~

You're probably wondering, "What had you done to get in this situation?" Hopefully not literally, but that's not the point. Well, after all of the chaos in Hawkins, me and Steve finally decided what was most important to the both of us: each other.

Now, I know it was cheesy for us to realize that, but c'mon, where did you think all those clichés came from?

After Steve's sappy speech in the Winnebago, and the terrifying threats of the Upside Down, we worked towards making that dream a reality.

Steve enrolled in ILEA, or the Police Academy for Indiana. I went back to college, seeing as I had been accepted to the local community college. Me and Steve had planned to wait to get married and have our "six little nuggets", as he calls them, until after college. But things don't always go according to plan- especially after a few drinks and a local party (which I remember nothing, not even whose party it was). I missed my monthly twice, and finally told Steve. Of course, he was beyond happy, and ran out to buy a few pregnancy tests. And that's how we ended up talking about our baby-to-come on a Sunday afternoon, on the floor of our bathroom.

But that was back in '87, a whole year after the last.. incident. But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to tell you about my family, The Harrington's.

~~~

Nine months after that, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy: Matthew James Harrington. Born October 7, 1987, at 6:22 in the morning, after 13 long hours of excruciating pain. Here's how it went..

"Hey, Steve..?" I said calmly.

"Yeah, babe?" Steve called from over his shoulder. He was on a ladder, fixing a dead lightbulb in the nursery.

"So, don't freak out," I said, still calm. Which, of course, made Steve turn around, and see me waddle in with my water broken all over my pants.

"Oh. Oh! OH, SSSSSSHIT!" He yelled, scrambling down the ladder. "Ooookay, okay. Stay calm, alright! You go take a bath, change into your hospital clothes, and we'll get in the car, and drive to the hospital!" He listed as he guided me into the bathroom, starting a bath and lying out my hospital clothes.

"Alright, I'll stay calm," I giggled, laughing at his panicked state.

After helping me into the bath, he darted between the bathroom and bedroom, continuously asking me how I felt. "Are you sure you don't need anything? Like, absolutely sure? Because I can get you anything you need," He rambled.

"I need you to stop asking me if I'm alright every five seconds. I'll let you know if I'm in any pain." I sighed.

"Okay, okay, sorry." He muttered, helping me out of the bath after a bit and handing me my clothes.

(Which I may or may not have had to ask for help to put on)

~~~

Steve had called my Mom (Joyce), Stepdad (Hop), Stepsister (El), and Brothers (Jon and Will) once we were at the hospital. They rushed over, only Mom and Steve following me into the delivery room.

"It's alright sweetheart, it's almost time," my mother cooed, pressing kisses to my sweaty forehead as she smoothed my hair. "You're almost there."

As expected, I was crying in pain. Scratch that, I was wailing. Childbirth is my least favorite thing, just to be clear.

"Good job, y/n.. good job, hon." Steve was repeating this like his life depends on it, his hand in mine as I squeezed it, nearly breaking his hand.

"I was prepared for pain, not whatever the hell this is!" I screeched, letting out a final push. And then I heard it. Sure, anyone else would have covered their ears at the sound of a screaming baby, but when it's yours, it is an entirely different experience.

Steve let go of my hand, walking over to the nurse holding our son. "Can I...?" He whispered. The nurse nodded, handing him our baby.

"Good job, sweetie.. you did so good." Mom sobbed as she kisses my head. She gave my hand a squeeze as Steve handed me our first baby.

"Hi, little man," I blubbered, "Hello, it's mama." Different flavors of that sentence passed between my giggles and sobs.

"We did good, huh?" Steve murmured, stroking my hair and holding our son's head.

"If you mean me by 'we', then, yes, I did do good." I teased, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Mom scooped the baby up softly, murmuring to him as me and Steve filled out our new baby's birth certificate. I looked back over once we finished, smiling at my mother and son.

"Yes, hello.... It's me, it's Grandma," she cooed.

I was really grateful for my mom and Hopper; they didn't waste one second in congratulating me and Steve. There were no lectures about how we were barely twenty, only loving support. Especially from the kids; they were all about being uncles and aunts. Steve's parents, however, were a different story.

Steve hasn't had the best relationship with his parents; his father really cared about what Steve did with his life. Which doesn't sound bad, except for the fact that that was all he cared about. Steve's mother was the same story, with a bit of 'I love you's sprinkled in between the lectures.

We had decided to keep Chris and babies-to-come out of his parents' lives. Steve wasn't comfortable with our kids being exposed to the same thing he was.

But my family's support and loved was very visible when they came in to meet baby Chris.

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The boys walked in first, as the hospital only allowed two at a time (which meant Mom and Steve were kicked out). Will was carrying a bouquet of flowers for Steve and I, and Jonathan was holding his camera, jumping at the chance for pictures of his brand-new nephew.

"Hey, y/n/n," Will said. He walked over, sitting in the chair next to me. He peered at the tiny baby swaddled in puffy blankets. "And hello, baby...?"

"Christopher James Harrington." I stated proudly.

"Yeah, I'm not repeating all of that. Hi there, Chris." My younger brother cooed.

"Alright, move, my turn," Jonathan said after Will had got a chance to hold Chris. "Can I take a picture of you?" he asked.

You hadn't expected anything less from your twin brother. "One picture," you sighed. "Only one."

He smiled, snapping a picture of the two of you. "Now it's my turn to hold him... Hi there, Christopher.." he cooed, then looked back up to me. "He is the spitting image of Steve. The hair and everything."

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna have my hands full."

After the boys left me, El and Hopper walked in. El, never having held or been exposed to a baby, was extremely nervous. She let Hop go first, and he gladly accepted the offer.

"Let me get my hands on this monster," he uttered softly. It seems a bit harsh for a newborn, but I didn't expect any mushy baby-talk from him. "Hey there, Chris, It's Grandpa. I.." Jim went on talking to Chris as I motion El to come stand on my other side.

"Don't be nervous, El. You're gonna be just fine," I spoke. "I'll be right here and Jim's gonna help you hold her."

She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I won't.. hurt him?"

"You would never." I promised.

With that, she walked over and sat in the chair. Hop helped her hold Christopher, and soon she was giggling at his little cries and squeaks.

After that, Steve came in to help us to the car. However, I refused to drive home, afraid the carseat wasn't in properly. Hopper checked it three times, but every time I looked at it and shook my head.

So, yes. I did, in fact, walk home with my newborn and boyfriend, the rest of my family following in the two cars that were brought.

~~~

I jumped, hearing a clamor and lots of various "LET US IN!"s at my front door. It was just two days after me and Chris came home from the hospital, and Steve had told the Teens to wait a few days until unleashing their chaos on our new baby. I laughed, making a "be quiet" signal as I opened the door to the Teens.

"Oh, don't tell me he's asleep!" Dustin complained.

"No, but you can't shout around a newborn regardless." I laughed.

They filed in and sat around the living room as I headed upstairs. "Guess who's here," I cooed to my son.

"I don't have to guess, I can hear them from up here," Steve said, walking in to hug me from behind.

"Hate to break it to you, but I wasn't talking to you, love. But, you do get to change him!" I said, handing the baby to Steve.

Steve sighed, sniffing his son. "Wow- that smells horrible. He's only drinking milk?" he coughed, beginning to change your baby.

"I'll be waiting with them," I laughed.

~~~

After changing him, Steve brought Chris down, handing him to Dustin first.

"I swear to you, Henderson, if you drop my kid you'll never be seen again," he warned, gently placing Chris in Dustin's arms.

The Teens crowded around him, all cooing and laughing at his every movement and sound. El and Will sat back with you, and Steve was behind the couch.

"Are you really going to let Mike hold him?" Will asked doubtfully.

"Yes," I said, seeing Mike glare over at Will. Then leaning into my little brother's ear, "sit next to him when he does." Which earned a laugh from the pair.

After they all had gotten a chance to hold Christopher, Max had called dibs on holding her the rest of the time, save little breaks when El would hold her. Steve and Dustin cooked dinner under the supervision of Lucas. Not that he was any more equipped, but if Steve and Dustin got into an argument, he was there to make sure nothing was set on fire.

And that's how things were. I loved the Teens, and not just because they were free babysitters. I knew that I was never going to have to worry about my babies, they were going to be very well cared for.

~~~

A few years later, Steve is Chief of Police. Yes, he's graduated from ILEA. I got a job at Hawkins' Law Firm, even if I was only their receptionist, and graduated college. It was now 1990, and me and Steve have two kids with another on the way. Christopher was now three years old, and a carbon copy of his father. We have a one and a half year old girl, Jessica. She was, and is, also a carbon copy of Steve, much to my annoyance that none of our babies take after me. Our next baby is also a girl, and I was about seven months along. We're naming her Emily.

Oh, and I almost forgot. Me and Steve tied the knot. After I gave birth to Jessica, he proposed to me. Not right after obviously, but about a month.

"So, what's the occasion?" I giggled, me and Steve sitting under a tree at Lovers' Lake.

"The occasion," Steve mocked my words, "is that I love you and our little family."

"That was the occasion when Jessica spit up on your back at breakfast today," I smiled. "so what's the real occasion?"

Steve sighed, pulling out a ring from his jean pocket. "The occasion," he murmured, "is our engagement..?" he ended it as a question.

"Steve, are you for real?" My voice trembled, on the verge of tears. It's crazy how even when I'm not pregnant my emotions can change in a matter of minutes.

He nodded. "Uhm, duh," He kissed my neck. "So?" Steve was never patient.

"Yes! Of course!" I sobbed- or laughed- well, both. "Gimme," I sniffled, looking at the simple silver band, lined with tiny diamonds. "Steve, it's beautiful."

"Yeah, I knew you'd like it."

~~~

"Mama," a small voice whispered, crawling on top of me, tiny knees and elbows crashing into my face. "Mama, it's time to go now."

I sighed, opening my eyes to a pair of identical y/e/c ones. "You're right, baby."

Steve walked in, tackling our youngest. "C'mon, nugget, let's go eat breakfast while Mama gets dressed."

I stretched, smiling. "You made breakfast?"

"I did," He smiled. "Everyone's up, except you. So let's go, chop chop."

"Alright, alright. I'll be down soon."

Steve and I have two boys and four girls. Not quite what we had planned, but we have no complaints. As I said before, things don't always go according to plan.

So here's our not-so-little family tree: Christopher James Harrington, born 1987. Jessica Brittany Harrington, born 1989. Emily Joyce Harrington, born 1991. The twins, Eddie Brian and Tiffany Michelle Harrington, born 1993. And lastly, Rachel Alison Harrington, born 1996.

~~~

"Have I told you what a great husband you are?" I murmured, hugging Steve from behind.

"Mm, not yet, I don't think so," he teased, passing down pancakes with the help of Chris.

"Well, you are." I smiled, scattering kisses on my husband's neck (much to our kids' disgust).

"I figured."

I sat down with my family, finishing up breakfast. After that, we all piled into our Winnebago, off on our long talked about Harrington Summer Road Trip.

~~~

So there we are. A whole brood, army, cult, whatever you'd like to call it, of Harringtons. There were some bumps along the way, like the time Steve dropped Eddie when he was two months old. Or the time I forgot Christopher at the grocery store when he was eight. But let's talk about high points: I started taking weekends and Wednesdays off to take care of the kids, and Steve came home earlier and left later for work. We got a dog, a golden retriever named Scooter. Robin comes over to babysit, along with Dustin and El. Sometimes Will tags along on our family trips, dragging Jonathan along. Jess got accepted onto the cheer team, and Tiffany is the head of the mathletes. Ed is a track star, and Rachel is an off-balanced ballerina. Chris is a basketball star, just like his dad. And Emily joined the AV club, ironically enough.

I guess that's it. Our Brood of Harringtons™. And boy, are we happy.

~~~

a/n: i'm sorry that gave me Cheaper By The Dozen vibes :,/ anyways requests are open for any Marvel or Stranger Things requests :)

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They’re a 10 but they liked the second volume of Stranger Things 4

[helpwhatsthis]

‼️st4 spoilers‼️

no one asked, but I'm going to explain why eddies death doesn't make sense and give a weak theory bc i am clinging to any semblance of comfort-

a.) to kill him off like that would be such weak writing for the duffers compared to what we've seen in the past. most of vol 2 was honestly.

b.) joseph talked about wanting to do scenes with charlie in s5, almost as if he already knew he'd be in it

c.) the unseen costume??? maybe it was just josephs clothes but he was in that blue button down/khaki outfit a lot

d.) even though the song heros wasn't played, eddie died because he was attempting to fulfill a "hero arch" that proved to be completely unnecessary. he was also called a hero by dustin.

e.) it's completely out of character for them to just leave his body there. they spent all season telling him it would be okay and that they could fix it, then no one (besides dustin) even seems sad or guilty. i also think it's very unlike steve to know how close dustin was to eddie and not try to comfort him or stay super close to him after.

f.) we already know the duffers like to make us feel bad about a completely good-hearted characters death and wrap in up in a little bow of pain (i.e. will and hopper), only for us to find out it wasn't even real. the initial pain gives viewers more relief.

g.) lastly, eddie and steve received the same wounds. in the interviews the duffers even said demobat bites weren't lethal, so we had no reason to worry about steve. why would that suddenly change for eddie?? there's no way they were that lazy with it.

so here's my theory-

he's not dead, they managed to fix him up and now they're hiding him somewhere because there is no way to clear his name at the moment. we got our false closure moment (like hops letters) when we saw dustin with eddies' uncle, thus giving us the idea that he's really gone. in s5, we'll find out he's not really dead and somehow clear his name. which, when you think about it, would be kinda easy to do: all of the killings can be related back to jason in some way. chrissy was his girlfriend, he played basketball with one of them, fred was looking for chrissys killer, and max was a potential witness. eddie could say he went into hiding because jason was trying to kill him and he didn't think the cops would believe him. then, he happened to come across jason trying to kill max and lucas fighting him, which is how he got so wounded. he could say he killed jason in self defense. this would not only clear his name but also make him a town hero of sorts for getting rid of a killer, and frankly, that's the ending eddie deserves.

look, all i'm saying is that of there's one thing i learned from stranger things: seeing a body does NOT mean it's real.

they can easily fix this, i know it.

[iamburdened]

I said it. We had a short period of time where no Eddie Munson fanfics needed to be fix it.

I enjoyed it so much, I read all I could, I found so many great stories, I loved him more for every new headcanon that gave us so much more of him than this season did. It’s something only the ones who were here between vol. 1 and 2 will ever understand, but it was worth it.

If they had dumped ST4 all at once we would have loved Eddie, but we would have lost him the same day we fell for him.

This way we had time.

Time to bond over our newfound love, time to build so much more personality to him than what they gave us. Time to let him live through our stories.

Eddie Munson was so much more than what he was originally written to be because of us!

[spaceoddball1969]

Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic Chapter 20

“

First off hi! I’m back! It’s been a good few days. I had some seriously good gossip sessions with my sister in-law this weekend and I feel like weights have been lifted from my shoulders. We talked so much about all the things and I even got to talk to my brother about things we had never talked about and I felt like I got to release stresses that I have been holding on to by myself for a long time. In short I feel much better than I have.

Also, here’s another thing that’s occurred to me. We’re technically in stuff that happens in vol. 2 at this point in the fic. I’m thinking, in order to keep writing this, I want to kind of wrap all that up and act like Vecna didn’t split Hawkins into a billion pieces and stuff so I’m currently working on how I want to do that. I’m thinking basically, and since this is a fix-it fic, that thing big sad won’t happen to Max or our favorite town freak (duh). And we’ll just act like things got wrapped up and our power couple can just go on living their best lives - like going to prom and seeing Eddie graduate. That’s the general vibe I’m going for in these next few chapters, how exactly I’m gonna do all that I have no clue! :D

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The reader, Eddie, and the gang head out to load up on weapons in order to return to the Upside Down. First of course, they must find a new mode of transportation. (I’m sure you know where this is going...) 

DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS: Obviously as we’ve said before, not all of this plot is original content - the events that happen in ST4 belong to the Duffer Brothers and all creators who helped develop this new season. I’m just adjusting them to my likings. Also, language, some fluff/angst boardering on smut. No penetrative sex but definitely some heavy petting. We’re gonna say 18+ just because.

Chapter 20

Eddie and I had woken up the next morning when Nancy poked me in the shoulder. If it hadn’t been for the distraught look on her face, I would’ve had half a mind to be annoyed with her for waking me up from some seriously needed sleep. However, Nancy clearly was still in shock and processing her run in with Vecna. I sat up and helped her to her seat in one of the arm chairs across from the couch. I made sure Eddie was awake and then got the others out of their rooms. Soon we were all in the living room of Max’s trailer and Nancy was explaining what she had seen when Vecna paid her a visit.

“He showed me things that haven’t happened yet,” She began. “The most awful things...dark clouds spreading over the town, fires, bodies, and-,” she stopped to take a breath before she continued. “Monsters, so many monsters, it was an army and they were invading our town. I saw my family-” she stopped at that and wiped the tears from her eyes.

I sat on the floor next to her and held her hands as she talked. She was trembling.

“But none of that’s real,” Steve said. “Vecna’s just getting in your head, scaring you. None of that stuff has happened,”

“Not yet,” Nancy whispered. “There’s more though. There were gates, four of them, spreading over the town, connecting to each other,”

“Vecna’s calling card is four chimes of a clock.” Max said. “Four chimes, four gates,”

“So if each time he kills, he opens up a gate...” I started.

Lucas realized where my mind was headed. “Four kills, four gates,”

“Patrick was his third,” Eddie said.

“That’s only one more,” I said and I felt Nancy squeeze my hand tighter.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said, holding his face in his hands.

“Try them again,” Steve said, turning to Max.

“Try who again?” I asked.

“The others in California,” Robin said. “We’ve tried calling them a million times but they haven’t answered,”

Max stood at the phone for a moment and then hung up, frustrated. “We’re still getting a busy signal,”

“Are you always getting a buys signal?” I asked and Max nodded.

“It’s Joyce’s telemarketer job, it ties up their entire phoneline,” Dustin said.

“For three days?” Max replied. “It isn’t Joyce, something is wrong,”

“This has to be connected to us,” Nancy said. “There’s no such thing as a coincidence. Not for us. I’m sure they’re connected. We have to go back into the Upside Down and finish this,”

---

Nancy’s plan was met with multiple reactions - mostly negative. We may not have been outnumbered, but we were unprepared. We couldn’t predict the amount of monsters or the kind of monsters Vecna would turn against us once we went back. We also didn’t have the artiliary that we would need to take him out. Most of all, we didn’t know when, where or who he would strike against for his fourth and final attack. That is, until Max spoke up.

“We know who he’ll go after,” Max said. “And we can control when it happens if I stop listening to Kate Bush,”

“No,” Lucas protested. “You’re not doing this. You’re not sacrificing yourself,”

“Who says anything about sacrifice?” Max asked. “The goal is to stop him from killing his final victim correct? So we’ll stop him before he gets me. I’m cursed anyway, so let me do this. Then we can at least predict something about his next attack,”

They exchanged a glance and seemed to reach an agreement with each other. Then it was Steve’s turn to speak up. “Ok, that’s great and all but that doesn’t solve our weapons problem. No offense Nance, but I don’t think the guns in your bedroom are going to do much good,”

“I might have a solution to that problem,” Eddie said standing up. He found a phonebook and laid it on the table for us to see. “Look here,” he said, tapping on an ad that had a Rambo-looking cartoon man shooting a gun on the front. “It’s huge, this place, I went there once, and they have anything that we might need for uh, you know, killing things. If we avoid main roads we could probably get out there no problem,”

“We can’t bike out there though,” Dustin chimed in. “It would take all day,”

“Oh we won’t be biking,” Eddie said with a devious look on his face.

---

Eddie led us through the trailer parking carrying a duffle bag and wearing a Michael Myers mask until we reached a Winnebago. There was a couple sitting outside in lawn chairs and watching tv. I held on to Eddie’s hand tightly as he pulled me around to the other side of the vehicle. He searched along the side until he found a window. He pulled on it and it slid open. Eddie tossed his duffle bag inside and then turned to me. 

“Ok up you go,” he said. He cupped his hands together and I stepped into them. Eddie hoisted me up until I could pull myself through the window. Once I was in he quickly followed and yanked the Halloween mask off. “God that was suffocating,”

As Eddie rushed to the front seat of the Winnebago, I helped the others climb in through the window. After everyone was inside, I went up front to check on Eddie. Steve joined me until we were standing behind Eddie as he fiddled with the wires in the front of the car. I watched as he worked, clipping wires and pulling away their plastic wrappings. He seemed a little too skilled in the craft of hotwiring a car, but I enjoyed watching his fingers work.

“How did you learn to do this?” Steve asked.

“Oh well you know, while the other dads were out there playing ball with their boys, my dad was teaching me how to hot wire,” Eddie said. “I’ve always sworn I wouldn’t end up like my old man, but here we are, wanted for murder and soon enough, grand theft auto,”

Robin appeared behind me. “Eddie, no offense, but I don’t know how I feel about you driving this thing,”

“Oh I’m just starting this sucker,” Eddie said. (Author’s note - I had to include this line because Joe fucking improvised it and it’s literal gold - end of note). “Harrington’s got her,” then he leaned in closer to Steve “don’t ya big boy?” he asked.

Steve had just enough time to give Eddie a questionable look before the Winnebago sparked to life. Suddenly there was yelling from outside and the couple from the lawn chairs were running towards the door. Luckily Eddie had locked before he began hotwiring the car. Eddie jumped out of the driver’s seat and Steve replaced him. Eddie grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the back of the van. I was vaguely aware that “Around the Bend” by Creedence Clearwater was blaring through the Winnebago and that Eddie felt compelled to headbang to it, but mostly I was consumed with the stress of trying to get out of the trailer park. 

It was a bumpy ride, but Steve got us out of there and on to the road without being stopped. And with that, we were on our way to The War Zone.

---

When we arrived, the place was crawling with Hawkins locals looking for a way to protect themselves from all the horrific things that had been happening. We came up with a plan before we were parked. Eddie and I would stay in the Winnebago, out of sight while the others went into the store and stocked up on Vecna killing weapons. 

“Be safe in there,” I said to Nancy as she got out of her seat. 

“Be safe in here,” she replied.

I watched as the other filed out with her. We made sure every curtain was closed and all the windows were latched. I sat in the back of the Winnebago as Eddie locked the last window. He then suddenly burst through the curtain that separated the back cabin from the rest of the vehicle. Eddie leaned in the doorway acting like he was deep in thought.

“Hmm,” he started. “We’re in a Winnebago, all alone, and we have at least twenty minutes to kill. Gosh, what are we to do?”

I looked up at him from my place on the back seat. He had that devious look back in his eye. Then Eddie was on me - his hands were pressed into the back of the car’s couch on either side of my shoulders. He held himself up as he leaned down to kiss me all over my face. 

I giggled and pulled away. “Is now really the time?” I asked.

“Babe, the world is ending,” Eddie said. “This might be the only time,”

“It won’t end if we stop it,” I smiled, playing devil’s advocate. I wanted him and he knew it. I just wanted to see how strung out I could make him.

“Babe,” Eddie moaned, “I almost died last night,”

“You’re pulling the I almost died card on me right now?” I laughed. “You are desperate,”

“Fine,” he said. “I am, but it’s only because you are the most gorgeous creature that has ever walked this planet,”

I paused. “Do you really mean that?” I asked.

“I would never lie to you about how fucking beautiful I think you are,” Eddie said.

“How are you real?” I gigled, pulling him down into a kiss.

Eddie melted into me. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. He sat down and set me on his lap, my legs falling on either side of his hips. I held his face in my hands as he slipped his fingers up my shirt.

“I’m having a weird sense of deja vu right now,” I said with a smile.

“Gee, I wonder when you may have experienced this before,” Eddie said sarcastically. 

He pulled me tight against him as I moved my hips back and forth over his lap. I could feel him getting hard underneath me and my stomach was filling with butterflies. I kissed him again and again, letting him open my mouth with his. I felt the heat of his tongue against mine and then the sting of his teeth biting my lower lip. I groaned at the feeling and wondered why we hadn’t tried kissing like this sooner in our relationship. 

Eddie’s mouth strayed from mine to begin trailing down to my neck. It felt like my skin was lighting on fire as his mouth moved across it. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he pulled the collar of my shirt away and nipped at the soft skin of my neck. 

His hands slipped from my back to my waist where he gave me a soft squeeze. They then moved up to my breasts. He hovered over the cups of my bra for a moment and then pulled at them to further uncover my body. 

“Eddie,” I gasped. “I have to tell you something,”

“What is it?” he asked, his mouth still working on my neck.

“Watching you hotwire this thing was a major turn on,” I said, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks as I said it.

Eddie pulled away and looked up at me. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t know why, maybe it was because of your hands. I’m not sure. It was just like...really sexy,”

Eddie’s pupils dialated a little and he grinned. He tiled his head up and began to kiss me again. His fingers squeezed and pinched my nipples until they were sore. I was a breathless, moaning mess when we first heard the voices getting closer to the car. 

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. “Shit, my pants,”

The door to the Winnebago was opening as I crawled off Eddie’s lap. I peaked through the curtain and saw Steve hurrying back into the driver’s seat. The others found their seats and Robin closed the door behind them.

“Where’s Eddie?” She asked.

“In the back,” I said.

Robin must’ve noticed my flustered state because she stopped and looked more closely at me. “Is everything ok?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Everything’s fine.”

“What did you guys do while we were gone?” Robin asked, a little smirk showing up on her lips.

“We talked,” I said. 

“You talked?” she asked.

“Gross,” Steve muttered from up front. 

Robin’s smirk grew. “Yeah sure, you talked,” she laughed as she sat down.

I couldn’t help but giggle. The whole thing was ridiculous. Was I really supposed to be embarrassed about getting caught making out with my boyfriend when the world was about to end?

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[stranger-awakening]

ok my loves one more stranger things post before i go to bed. i do think that steve surviving the exact same attack that would later kill eddie is its own special kind of lazy writing and it does infuriate me in a unique way that i can’t really put into words yet