#implied stommy

[unfinishedslurs]

jock on jock violence (past steve/tommy)

“Just leave people alone, Tommy,” Harrington says lowly. Dangerously. Harrington’s always been dangerous, in the way that straight, entitled jocks have always been dangerous to Eddie, but sometimes Eddie thinks he dropped the crown to pick up a sword. There’s something sharper about him now, something that wasn’t there before Halloween. Different from the fake smiles and shifty eyes after the Byers kid went missing. Not that Eddie’s been looking. 

“Leave them alone?” Hagan demands. “Like how you left me alone?” And wow, is he delusional? Did he just completely forget about his girlfriend, Hargrove, and the entire fucking basketball team?

“Not everything is about you! Seriously, man? You’re just gonna twist what I’m saying like that?” Harrington snaps, and oh, Eddie doesn’t want to be here for this. If the former king and his old lackey duke it out, he does not want to get caught in the crossfire. “Jesus, grow up. Sorry I got sick of being a total dick.”

“Oh, yeah, now you’re just sucking Byers’s—“

“You want to go there? Do you really wanna go there, Tommy?”

Shit, Eddie should not be here for this. 

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Hagan says, suddenly panicked. 

“I thought you liked my mouth.”

Eddie has to practically stuff his fist in his mouth to keep from sputtering. 

“What the fuck, man,” Hagan hisses. Eddie knows he’s looking around, even though no one’s in the bathroom except them and Eddie. And Eddie’s never going to breathe a fucking word of this to anyone, on account of not wanting his face rearranged ten times over. “What, are you some kind of fag now? Is that what you’re telling me?”

Harrington almost sounds bored when he replies. “You would know, wouldn’t you?”

“I told you to watch your mouth.”

“You gonna shut me up?”

“What has gotten into you?” Hagan finally asks the million dollar question. Harrington’s acting like he’s got a fucking death wish. “One minute we’re calling out Byers for being a creep, and the next you’re dumping me like it’s nothing. And now you’re suddenly best buds? Even after he stole your girlfriend twice? You know how pathetic that is, right? What, do you share her or something? The slut putting out—“

There’s a rustle of clothes, and then a thud, like something—someone getting slammed into a wall. 

“Don’t talk about Nancy like that,” Harrington growls. “This isn’t about her.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No, man, it’s about you being a total asshole, and I’m telling you to leave people the fuck alone.”

“Or what?” Hagan almost sounds amused, over obvious nerves. He’s not even trying to escape the hold he’s in. “I’m stronger than you, and we both know it. You’ve still got a concussion, don’t you? Hargrove told me he beat your face in.”

“Hargrove this, Hargrove that. You sound like you’ve got a crush or something. You suck him like you sucked me?”

Jesus fucking Christ. 

“You can’t win this fight, Steve.”

“I don’t need to. Mutually assured destruction, asshole. You stop hurting people, and I won’t tell the entire town about us.”

Oh shit. Oh shit. Harrington sounds serious. It almost makes him sick to his stomach, even as a hysterical laugh tries to bubble out. Who woulda guessed that the former king of Hawkins High had enough guts to paint himself as a queer to their conservative, stick in the mud town?

That is, if Hagan doesn’t fucking kill him first. 

“You wouldn’t.” Hagan sounds panicked now, and for good fucking reason. He’s been on the “right” end of what happens to their kind of freaks for years. How quickly would the vultures turn on him? They descended on Harrington pretty damn quick. 

“Wanna bet?”

“You do that, you lose everything. Peace, daddy’s money, your precious sports scholarships…”

“I’m not going to college,” Harrington says. “Look in my eyes, Hagan. Do I look like I’m bluffing? I’ve got nothing to lose.”

Eddie has to keep in a scoff at that. If there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that there’s always something to lose with shit like this. Namely your life. 

This is fucked. This is so fucked. Eddie wants out of this stall, Jesus H. Christ. He’d take Mrs. Smith’s class anyday over knowing one wrong move will end with two jocks beating his fucking face in for hearing something he wasn’t supposed to hear. Or potentially having to jump in to try and save Harrington’s stupid fucking mug. 

There’s a long pause that does absolutely nothing for Eddie’s nerves, before Hagan finally spits out, “Fine.”

“What was that?”

“Fine.”

“Good man,” Harrington says, as if they’re discussing some kind of business deal and not outing themselves in front of God and Mrs. Jenkins and everyone. “Now get the fuck outta here, Tommy.”

Rustling, quick footsteps, and then the door opens and shuts without a word. 

Silence.

Eddie sighs in relief. 

“Hello?” Harrington asks, voice on edge. 

Shit. 

His stall door swings open, and there he is, in all his fallen kingly glory. Bruise over one eye, scowl on his face, and dangerous set to his shoulders that Eddie knows all too well. 

“Uhh, hi?” Eddie squeaks. He’s still sitting like fucking Gollum, feet on the toilet, unlit cigarette in hand. He drops it, and neither of them look away from each other as it rolls behind the toilet bowl. 

Excellent first impression, really. 

“What the fuck, man?” Harrington asks. “Were you just listening to that?”

“Look,” Eddie says quickly. “In my defense, I was here first. Also, if he saw me, Hagan was definitely going to beat me up. Except, uh, you’re definitely going to kick my ass anyway for hearing that, so I probably should just cut my losses and accept death at this point.”

Harrington doesn’t seem to know what to say to this, mouth opening and closing slowly. 

“Also, for the record?” Eddie says. “I won’t say anything. I know you have, like, zero reason to trust me, but I’m really good at secrets, dude, like you wouldn’t believe. I haven’t even told Jeff that Gareth—anyways, secrets? What secrets? I didn’t hear anything. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

He gets a scathing look in return. “If you tell anyone—“

“Wait, wait, wait! You said something about mutually assured destruction, right? I get it. I get it, Harrington, fuck, you know I do. Who would believe me if I blabbed, anyway? Who are they gonna believe, the King or the Freak?”

Harrington sighs, but he must see the truth in what Eddie said because he moves away from the stall. Takes a wad of paper towels and starts running them under the sink. 

It emboldens Eddie enough to follow him. “I mean, really, they’d probably just call it wishful thinking or something. Plus, I’m pretty sure most of the school would rather die than talk to me, so, like, you’re safe, man. I’ve already blacked it out in my memory, it’s gone.”

It seems like Harrington has tuned him out, pressing the wet paper towels to his forehead and eye. That’s good, because Eddie doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore. 

“Also, for the record? That was badass. I don’t think I’d have the guts to do that, even if the entire town kind of knows about me anyway. Which, wow, you were really good at hiding it. Hagan I kind of suspected, given the giant fucking boner he had for you, but you—“

“Do you ever shut up?”

Eddie’s mouth shuts with a click. Harrington sighs again and pinches his nose, looking almost like a mother trying to herd her seven rambunctious children into the minivan. His hands are shaking.  

“You okay, man?” Eddie finally asks quietly. 

Harrington doesn’t say anything, just presses the paper towels over both eyes, like he’s trying to stave something off. Oh, shit, is he…

“Are you…crying?”

“What? No,” Harrington says, obviously lying. “It’s the light, I get headaches. Concussion.”

“Right.”

“Look, can we just forget this ever happened?”

“Already forgotten,” he promises. “But, uh, for the record? That was really brave of you, man.”

“I wouldn’t have gone through with it.”

“That actually kind of surprises me, because I could not tell from your voice. You sounded like you were ready to march up to The Post then and there and spill all Hagan’s dirty little secrets. All ‘I’ve got nothing to lose,’ and shit.” He pitches his voice lower, in a mimic of some action movie hero or something. 

Harrington finally laughs, and something in Eddie thrills at it. “I pulled that outta my ass,” he admits. “I knew he would believe it, ‘cause to him I already did lose everything. My friends, my girlfriend, my…”  he waves his hand around, “my status, or whatever. And a few screws, probably.”

“Well I can attest to the screws, because I think you might be actually insane. You cornered him in an empty bathroom without checking to see if it was actually empty and threatened to out him to the entire town? I thought I was going to have to save your life, Jesus shit. Don’t fucking do that, do you have a death wish or something?”

“I did check,” Harrington snaps. “I looked under the stalls, and none of the doors were locked. Who the hell sits on a toilet like that anyway? You looked like one of those ugly stone fuckers, the ones they put on buildings and shit.”

Eddie bursts out laughing, too incredulous to be offended. “You mean gargoyles?”

“Whatever. Besides, Hagan won’t kill me. He’s too much of a coward.”

“I hate to break it to you, Harrington, but cowards are dangerous too.”

“Not Tommy’s kind of coward” Harrington says. “Not to me.” He wonders about the surety in his voice. Does he think Hagan still has feelings for him? Ex-boyfriends can be the worst kind of assholes. Hell hath no fury like a man scorned. Harrington gives him a look, like he knows exactly what he’s thinking. “He’s a bully and an asshole, but he doesn’t have the guts,” he insists. “He’s no Hargrove.”

Eddie sneers. “Hargrove. The guy’s a fucking psycho.”

“Tell me about it,” Harrington says dryly. He finally looks at Eddie, eyes him up and down. Eddie could take him, honestly, he’s scrappy and Hagan wasn’t lying when he said everyone knows Harrington can’t win a fight. Pair that with the concussion he’s sporting, and it’d probably take a love tap to take him down. But he doesn’t want to. 

“You’re probably better off without Hagan anyway,” he offers helpfully. It doesn’t work, just makes Harrington look like a kicked puppy, damaged and sad and cold. It makes Eddie want to take him in as one of his little lost sheep, honestly, which is an impulse he pushes far, far down. Abdicated or not, a king is no fit for a freak’s friend. Even if he and Byers have been pretty friendly. 

“I know,” he says. “But he was still my friend, you know? Like, the first one I ever had. Maybe that’s why it took me so long to realize.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that. There’s an awkward silence, where Harrington turns his focus back to the mirror. Eddie clears his throat and tries to lighten the mood. “So, you and Byers…”

The look he receives could make the Demogorgon shake in his boots. “Don’t you have a class to fail or something? You should probably go to that before—”

The bell interrupts Harrington perfectly, and he snaps his mouth shut. Eddie snorts. 

“Think it’s a little late for that, but I know a dismissal when I see one. See you around, Harrington.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Hey, remember—“

“I know,” he calls behind him, striding for the door. “Mutually assured destruction!”

Leaving the bathroom feels like being reborn a whole new man. He swears the air is cleaner than it ever was before he went in. His last glance behind himself shows Harrington looking in the mirror, no sign of moving as the door shuts. 

As he’s walking to his next class, he spies Wheeler and Byers huddled together, whispering. They look worried. 

They both startle when he speaks. “If you’re looking for Harrington,” he says quietly, stopping next to them, “check the smoke bathroom, by the band hall. I think he’s still in there.”

Wheeler’s brows furrow, but Byers gives him a nod, already moving. Eddie moves along as Wheeler shoots him a quick look of gratitude before following, books hugged to her chest. 

Eddie doesn’t know what’s going on between the three of them, but he kind of wants to now, especially considering Harrington’s non-answer when he asked. He doubts Wheeler is a cover-up, not after her and Harrington’s breakup and the quiet, lovey-dovey honeymoon phase she and Byers seem to be having. The one that kind of seems to tear Harrington to pieces sometimes, even as he sits with them and walks to class with them and even hangs out with them outside of school, if Jeff really saw the three of them at the diner together last week. Maybe Steve Harrington’s a secret masochist.

Then he remembers the bruise yellowing around his eye, the weird tension he has with the guy who beat him up last year. The way he damn near begged Hagan to beat his ass in the bathroom. Not so secret, then. 

Whatever. It’s none of Eddie’s business. He’s gonna soil his reputation if he keeps focusing on Hawkins royalty like this. Never mind the way Harrington’s soiled his own reputation enough. So what if King Steve isn’t king anymore? He’s still just another pretty face. 

A pretty face, with nice arms and big eyes and thighs. And he’s queer, and doesn’t seem like the kind of closeted that would have the usual jock shove him away after getting a blowie. Shit.

His lungs itch for the cigarette he never got to smoke. Too bad the bathroom is occupied.

[hornedqueenofhell]

Tommy Doesn't Know

The reporter holds a mic up to Eddie and asks, "Do you have anything you'd like to say about your new single that has been banned from half the radio stations in the country.

Eddie Munson briefly sucks on his teeth before his mouth splits in a predatory, sensual grin. He leans in close, lips almost kissing the foam cover on the mic and purrs, "I'd say, Tommy still hasn't figured it out. See you at home Stevie."

Tommy doesn't know that Stevie and me

Do it in my van every Sunday

He tells him he's at work but he doesn't go

Still he's on his knees and Tommy doesn't know

Oh, Tommy doesn't know

So don't tell Tommy

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

(So don't tell Tommy)

Stevie says he's out shopping

But he's under me

And I'm not stopping

'Cause Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

So don't tell Tommy

Tommy doesn't know

Don't tell Tommy

My baby looks so pretty sucking

Thinking of me while you're fucking

Stevie’s got him on the phone

And we're trying not to moan

It's a three-way call and he knows nothing

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

So don't tell Tommy

'Cause Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

So don't tell Tommy

We'll put on a show

Everyone will go

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

Scoops Ahoy, why not?

It's so cool when you're on top

His front lawn, at my show

Life is so hard 'cause Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

We did it on his birthday

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

So don't tell Tommy

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy will know

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy's gotta know

I'm gonna tell Tommy

Gonna tell him myself

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy doesn't know

Tommy has to

Tommy has to

Tommy has to go

[toburnup]

"Why'd you invite me?"

"I don't know." Tommy sniffs. The car stinks of perfume. "Seems like you could use a night out."

"Hm." Steve tilts his head, examines the side of Tommy's face. It's so dark that he can barely see him, and Tommy looks nervous. Maybe because it's just them in the car.

"Why're you so scared, man?" Steve says softly, watches Tommy swallow in his seat. "You're the one that brought us here."

is your light on? - ch. 7 - cyclone steddie | rated e [read more on ao3]

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

you look at me and I just melt

by unkreativstermensch

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, And He Knows It, he's very aware of it actually, Eddie's not, of his own sexuality yes, but not of Steve's, a lot of wham! references, or well quotes actually, george michael is a lyrical genius and i stand by that, and Steve does too, saying stop flirting with me is peak flirting i dont make the rules, Argue with the wall, really excessive use of italics, i'm not kidding i think i actually overdid it this time, i just can't stop, Eddie Munson's Black Handkerchief, First Kiss, Getting to Know Each Other, the homoeroticism of touching a bro's forearm, implied past stommy, If You Squint - Freeform, Implied Sexual Content, it's a fade to black sort of moment, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, What's new, the intimacy of laundromats, that one friends episode would agree, no beta we die like eddie's chill, Post-Stranger Things 3 Words: 6,524 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

“What in the world are you doing here?” he then asks, when he got his voice back and Steve, now kneeling on the ground sorting through the dirty laundry he brought, just shoots him a look. “Uhh…laundry?” He looks a little lost, as if he doesn’t really understand the question. “Um, yes, I can see that,” Eddie replies, shutting his book, “but why is Steve Harrington doing laundry…here? At a laundromat?” Steve frowns and turns completely around, giving Eddie his full attention now. “Well, Eddie Munson” he says, putting emphasis on it, as if to prove Eddie’s not the only one who knows full names around here. “There’s a very simple answer to that. I don’t have a washing machine…but I like to wear clean clothes. You know?” or: It’s laundry day. Eddie runs into Steve Harrington. Something’s not adding up.

[steddieholidaydrabbles]

Week 2 Masterlist

Week two is complete! Another week of incredible submissions from some great authors!

Please check below for the full masterlist of week two. Check the tags and don't forget to support writers and artists by reblogging their work!

DAY 8 - IDIOTS TO LOVERS

The Honeymoon by @katyawriteswhump | Rated T | cw: mild violence | tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, 80s insults

first and second and third kisses by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: idiots to lovers, frustrating levels of obliviousness, first kiss gone horribly wrong followed by second first kiss gone perfect

A promise kept by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated G | no cw | tags: childhood friends to lovers, mistaken identity, fluff, modern au

Take Me Home, Country Roads by @thisapplepielife | Rated E | cw: explicit sexual content, 18+ | tags: canon divergence post-season 4, eddie munson lives, road trip, established relationship, motel room, mutual masturbation, hand jobs, dual pov, eddie munson is bored

all those firsts by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | no cw | tags: fluff, getting together, kissing, bisexual steve harrington

Anything but a normal friendship by @atimeofyourlife | Rated M | no cw | tags: friends with benefits, getting together

under the mistletoe by @cranberrymoons | Rated M | cw: mild outdated language about bisexuality | tags: getting together, making out

Dead Give Away, Innit? by @redlegumes | Rated G | no cw | tags: wayne pov, first kiss, oblivious

DAY 9 - NO UPSIDE DOWN AU

idle thoughts by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | no cw | tags: fluff, established relationship

you're not jonathan by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: recreational drug use, language | tags: meet-ugly turned meet-cute, flirting, somewhat ambiguous ending

Ready to roll by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated T | cw: mention of masturbation | tags: future fic, flirting, record label owner!eddie, waiter!steve, steve in rollerblades

Paint It, Black by @thisapplepielife | Rated M | cw: referenced drug use | tags: AU, corroded coffin, established relationship, eddie & gareth are best friends, motel room, road manager steve harrington has had enough, it's like herding cats

i'll be home for christmas by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: flirting, bartender eddie, college student steve

A group thing? by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: no upside down au, pre-steddie, steve x corroded coffin

Matching Scars art by @redlegumes

DAY TEN - FIRST KISS / FIRST TIME

i'll never forget you again by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | no cw | tags: hurt/comfort, angst, first kiss

Untitled by @runninriot | Rated T | cw: underage drinking | tags: robin & steve & eddie are friends, confessions, coming out

a hole is a hole by steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | cw: awkward sex, unprotected sex | tags: laughter during sex, anal fingering, anal sex, virgin eddie, bottom steve, top eddie

Art by @house-of-the-moving-image

Morning after by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | cw: alcohol, dirty talk, sexually explicit language, nudity, one slight mention of bdsm | tags: established relationship, referenced tongue fucking, service mouth steve harrington, adhd disaster eddie munson, idiots in love

Once More, With Feeling by @thisapplepielife | Rated E | cw: explicit sex, 18+ | tags: established relationship, eddie pov, first time sex, anal sex, bottom steve, top eddie, bantering, love

for the first time by @cranberrymoons | Rated E | no cw

My first kiss went a little like this by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: first kiss, getting together, past Stommy

The Munson Jinx by @klausinamarink | Rated T | cw: Eddie's near death experience, blood, mention of anxiety attack | tags: hurt/comfort, happy ending, getting together

you touch my body by @ahsokatanoss | Rated E | no cw | tags: implied modern au, established relationship, female steve harrington, female eddie munson, wlw steddie, eating out, thigh worship, steve harrington has an oral fixation, hair pulling, first time sex, porn with feelings

Never Forgot My First Kiss by @redlegumes | Rated M | cw: trans invidual and partner discuss younger self with created dead name | tags: ftm eddie munson, 7 minutes in heaven, pre series first kiss, post series smut and cuddles, pillow talk

DAY ELEVEN - ROYALTY AU

the jester wears the crown by steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | cw: semi-public sex | tags: king steve, court jester eddie, established relationship, blowjobs

Eddie Munson's royal fuck-up by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated G | no cw | tags: rockstar eddie munson, royal steve harrington, meet-cute, flirting, secret identity, sort of angsty/open ending

A royal escape by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: transmasc steve harrington, royal steve harrington, royalty au

breaking away by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | no cw | tags: meet-cute, prince steve, bard eddie, first kiss, steve had bad parents

Art by @yellowsweater-bluevest

When In Vegas by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: drinking, gambling | tags: au, meet-cute, platonic stobin, what happens in vegas

his royal highness by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw

Dirty Little Secret by @katyawriteswhump | Rated T | cw: corporal punishment, bullying, cultural prejudices, swearing | tags: hurt/comfort, whump, fluff

Dealing with Demodogs by @steviesummer | Rated G | no cw | tags: pre-steddie

DAY 12 - ONLY ONE BED

Untitled by @runninriot | Rated T | no cw | tags: sleepover, finding comfort, coming to conclusions, soft boys cuddling, open ending

see where the night goes by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: borderline somnophilia-esque behavior | tags: forced proximity, unintentional cuddling, idiots to lovers, love confessions, implied sexual content

Late night surprise by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated G | cw: aftermath of trauma | tags: fluff, humor, post vecna, established relationship, platonic stobin supremacy, there may be several beds, but only one of them has steve in it

out of fear of holding him back by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | no cw | tags: getting together, angst and fluff, kissing, steve doesn't think he deserves nice things, bi steve harrington

Sleeping with Spiders by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: language | tags: college au, meet cute, only one bed, first kiss

let it snow by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: snowed in, pining, first kiss

Sharing a night in a shitty apartment by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: pre-steddie

Sleep After You're Fixed Up by @klausinamarink | Rated T | cw: steve's post-russian torture, blood, injury cleaning | tags: pre-s4 steddie, hurt/comfort, home-done medical treatment, the boys getting some rest and being vulnerable together

DAY 13 - ROAD TRIP / VACATION

where the skies are blue blue by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | no cw | tags: fluff, kissing, angst, getting together, trauma bonding, post-vecna, eddie munson lives

i love you enough by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: nightmare, implied sexual content | tags: friends to lovers, getting together, love confessions, first kiss

Something to see by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated G | no cw | tags: modern au, established relationship, honeymoon, Steve is Dustin's dad

A Hazy Shade of Winter by @thisapplepielife | Rated M | cw: internalized homophobia, sexual content | internalized homophobia, sexual content | tags: canon divergence post-season 4, eddie munson lives, road trip, established relationship, hurt/comfort, boys in love, dual pov

lost luggage by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: married life, bickering, fluff

A trip to remember by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: pre-steddie

DAY 14 - ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING

hate to remember you like this by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: mention of car accident, medical emergency, temporary amnesia | tags: post-break up, assumed unrequited feelings, getting back together

Eddie Munson's second chance by just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated G | cw: referenced child neglect/abuse | tags: modern au, royal au, royal steve harrington, rockstar eddie munson

let's be fools, then, and pretend the world didn't end by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | cw: suicidal ideation, self-sacrificing tendencies, major character death (he's coming back) | tags: vampire!eddie, hurt steve harrington, grief, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with ambuguously hopeful ending

3AM by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | no cw | tags: post-s4, self sabotage, post break-up, hurt/comfort, making up, eddie pov

Learn to forget your biases by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: hurt/comfort, eddie munson being an asshole, hurt steve harrington, angst, hopeful ending

may your days be merry by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: post-s2, steve has head trauma, eddie sells drugs

Easy Promises by @klausinamarink | Rated T | cw: cancer, mentioned childhood abuse | tags: pre-relationship, steve has good parents, childhood friends, reunion, theodore is eddie's full name agenda

[stevethehairington]

i had plans to work on my big bang fic today but then the stommy brainrot got to me and i started working on a "recounting of steve's real first kiss, not the one he tells everyone about" fic and well... here's a lil snip of what i put down today:

Steve tells everyone that asks that his first kiss was Sheila Anderson when he was fifteen years old. But, really, that’s not true. It was Tommy Hagan. When he was fourteen. It was late in the night, late enough that it was starting to be early. Steve’s parents were out of town, and Tommy was spending the night, as he usually did when Steve had the house all to himself. Steve didn’t like how big and empty it felt when he was all by himself, but Tommy did. He told Steve he liked the freedom, liked the quiet — no parents to tell him what to do, no sisters to argue with or fight for the bathroom. So whenever Steve’s parents disappeared (which was becoming more and more often these days), he invited Tommy over.  They were sharing Steve’s bed, Tommy on the left, Steve on the right, heads bent together and bodies curved towards each other like parentheses. All of the lights were off, and the sheets were pulled over their heads. Even though it was just the two of them here, no parents to bust them for being up well past lights out, it felt wrong not to burrow themselves beneath the covers. There was something sacred about hiding away under them, anyways. Just Steve and Tommy and all of their secrets, tucked into their own little bubble, safe from the rest of the world. Untouchable. Steve liked that. Liked feeling that way with Tommy. It was Tommy that started talking about girls first. He was recounting the story that Mike Lewenski had told him the other day about Vicki Carmichael and how she’d grabbed him by the wrist at lunch and tugged him out behind the school gymnasium and kissed him. Tommy told Steve that when he asked Mike how it was, Mike said sticky. Steve wrinkled his nose at that, and Tommy laughed, loud in the otherwise quiet room. His knees jerked forward, bumping into Steve’s, and he hadn’t moved them back into his own space. “Sticky?” Steve repeated. “Yeah,” Tommy said, the ‘duh’ unsaid, but implied. He pointed at his own mouth. “‘Cause of the lipgloss.” Steve’s eyes followed the path of Tommy’s finger, flickering over his lips, full and pink and curved into a wicked sharp smile. His teeth were so white, practically glowing, even in the dark. “Oh,” Steve said, distracted. “Oh,” Tommy echoed, mocking, and laughed again. He continued prattling on about Mike and Vicki, telling Steve that he wasn’t jealous of Mike beating them all to the punch because Vicki was pretty and all, but Mike hadn’t been her first kiss, and Tommy thought it was kind of weird for the girl to have more experience. “That’s just not how it’s s’posed to be, y’know?” He said. Steve was inclined to agree. Not because he thought it was weird for a girl to have more experience than a boy, but because he wanted it to be special. For both of them. He wanted to share the experience with someone.

[metalheadcowboy]

Steve wouldn't have wanted this, Dustin and everybody else filed into the chapel knew it shouldn't have been this way.

"Sick," Mike whispered with a look of disgust on his face as he looked onto the corpse in front of them.

This earned him a jab in the ribs, "Shut, up, Michael," Dustin hissed, trying to hide the solemn sniffle as he sucked air sharply through his nose. It still didn't look real, looking onto the lifeless body of his fallen friend, there was something about it that felt so wrong on too many levels to explain.

None of them had ever seen Steve like this, dressed so nice. He was wearing his Sunday best, though they were all pretty sure he never attended church, stark white collar barely hiding the bruising and irritation around his neck that stuck out like a sore thumb.

When Dustin finally let his eyes wander further down it was like he could still see it, the wide, gaping hole harshly penetrated through Steve's stomach. The image was engrained into the back of his eyes, pretty sure he could still see the blood pouring from his back and down his legs now covered by a prim and proper blazer.

Just the thought alone sent a shiver down his spine, had tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. If he thought hard enough he could still hear the short, jagged scream that escaped Steve's now pale, lifeless lips.

It made him sick that after everything they still allowed the family to have an open casket. Sick that they would put him on display like some sort of animal at the zoo, for every one to gaze and gawk at.

King Steve, now a fallen soldier, a hero a story of triumph, of unfailing bravery, just for him to be portrayed one last time in his weakest state didn't sit right with Dustin.

He didn't even need to look to know that Max was crying, or rather sobbing, her face shoved deep into Lucas' shoulder. Lucas who looked more horrified than Dustin had ever seen him, even more horrified than when facing whatever monster the Upside Down had to dish and that was saying a lot.

Will was quiet, more quiet than usual which was truly saying something. Dustin took it as shell shock from the whole thing, but there was something nervous about the way he looked at Steve's pale face as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. There was something about the way he looked that screamed guilt, like it was all his fault, like he started this mess and Steve would be alive and well right now if it weren't for him. Dustin made a mental note to check up on him later.

And then there was El, sweet El who truly knew nothing but death and destruction all her life. She had killed before, seen more dead bodies than she could count on her fingers and Dustin knew that from the stories alone.

Slowly she reached her hand up, or rather out towards the body. Quickly Mike reached over and gently grabbed her wrist, El's neck snapping over to where he was standing, "El-"

"It's okay, Michael." Suddenly, as if out of nowhere Mrs. Harrington appeared, hand resting on Mike's shoulder. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, but Dustin couldn't understand why. Steve never talked about his parents much, only that his dad was an asshole and his mother called as much as she could, but never often. From what he gathered they didn't give that much of a shit about him in life, but in death seemed to be a different story. Dustin couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was for sympathy, to gain whatever stigma Steve had put out about them back, to put the control back in their hands. Whatever it was he wasn't buying it.

Mike hesitantly let go of El's wrist, giving her and Mrs. Harrington a weary look before watching her hand reach towards Steve's. dustin just knew he was cold. Now, Steve was naturally cold as it was, always complaining about it, needing a blanket or needing an extra jacket. Wherever he was Dustin just hoped he was warm.

El wrapped her fingers around Steve's palm, closing her eyes for a minute, pursing her lips when nothing happened, when he didn't grab back. Suddenly her breathing picked up, the weight of it all finally dropping on her before she could process it and it became too much. She started to panic, breathing in and out, in and out, Dustin recognize the pattern.

It happened to Steve sometimes when he was worried about a test that day, when people quickly changed plans on him, or even before going into a fight.

It was a panic attack. Steve never told anyone but him about them, didn't want to put his problems onto anyone else. Dustin didn't even get answers about it until a few months ago when he finally demanded to know. Well, maybe he lied, Eddie knew too, only because he'd lived long enough with excessive anxiety to recognize the signs and calm him down when he needed it.

Speaking of Eddie, he wasn't invited, maybe because Steve's parents didn't know or maybe because they'd heard the rumors about him. Rumors that weren't so much rumor as they were fact. Eddie Munson was queer, not explicitly, but he wouldn't deny it if you asked. He called it "Living life on the edge", everyone else in the Party called it stupid, but Dustin thought it was kind of brave, kind of cool, and he knew Steve did too.

But Dustin thought Steve's parents hat to be blatantly stupid if they didn't see the bigger picture, or rather the hidden subtext in their own sons life. Even though Dustin never saw Steve and Tommy together in life, he knew Steve had his secrets. he knew there was no community basketball league in the next town over, knew that every Sunday night he didn't take little Holly Wheeler out for ice cream. He also saw the way Tommy walked up to the casket, the was he gently stroked Steve's dead cheek before crumbling into Carol Perkins arms.

Dustin wished he could ask Steve why he never said anything, why he felt the need to keep it secret when he knew he would be supportive. But now it was too late, and he was left with more questions than answers.

After Mike took El outside they were quickly whisked away from the casket and back to their seats at the, cold, stiff pews.

Everything felt so artificial, so fake. The church facade the Harringtons had going, the tens of people Dustin had never seen walking around, well, everywhere, everything down to the red wine they were serving at the reception. If anything Steve would have wanted a party in his honor, for everyone to dance and mingle and have a good time, not to mope over his dead body.

But it was too late, everything was too late. If he could go back in time, stop Robin from boycotting the funeral, stop Nancy from causing a scene getting both her and Jonathan kicked out, bring Steve back, he would, in a heartbeat.

But it was too late, whats done was done and all he could do was sit in his seat, listening to Mr. Harrington give a speech about his "respectable young, man" of a son, and count the minutes until this shit show was over.

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

Ah thank you for answering my Stommy ask i loved it a lot. Can i get some more Stommy.

Okay so like what if Tommy finally sees what Steve's doing with the kids amd the mindflayer and acts like he's down to help and he is he wants to help steve.

But at the same time he has a bit of a breakdown infront of everyone and his whole bad boy persona drops and he's scared he didn't expect this, he didn't believe in anything like this before and he doesn't understand how steve does it.

Can i get some Johnathan being sympathetic to Tommy and sort coming to an understanding with him, and they get eachother, (i like to think that Tommy isn't rich like steve and is more like the byers than everyone thought. Like he comes from a broken home and all the fancy clothes he gets from steve)

Ooo and some tommy and johnathan being like ugh "rich people"

Will and Tommy moment though where will is like :O and Tommy takes him under his wing like Steve did with Dustin

Whoa this is long. Im so sorry. I hope you have a good day.

stommy for sure. thanks, hun!

===

He didn’t expect it to happen. He never really did, he would get a call from Hopper or Joyce or Dustin usually. Cancel everything and go play near death whack-a-mole for a few hours. He’s gotten real good at it at this point. Tommy was suspicious, started asking questions.

“Where are you going off to?” he’d shown up at the Harrington house. Steve wouldn’t let him in, his bag of monster hunting supplies and his stained nail bat poking out prominently. “Or do you have someone in there with you?” Tommy moved his head around to search behind Steve’s shoulders.

“No, Tom,” Steve put his hands up, “Some stuff just came up. An emergency.”

“Is your mother in the hospital? Is your father back home and he’s sending you out for errands so he can invite his side chick over—“

Steve leaned against the doorway, unamused, “—Come on, Tom, that’s not funny.”

But Tommy didn’t stop, “—Is Dustin sick? What’s so important that you had to cancel twice on me this week? Huh!” Steve closed his eyes for a brief moment, collecting his bearings. He stepped out and closed the door behind him.

“Look,” he slowly took Tommy’s hand, the other watching with clear suspicion. “I would much rather stay in with you and watch your stupid drama movies.” The other’s face twisted a little but he listened. “Hopper needs me right now, important, top secret, emergency.” He squeezed Tommy’s fingers a little with every accentuated word. “It’s best that you don’t know, you’re safer that way.” He had hoped that would get Tommy to back off. Wishful thinking.

Tommy shook his head and crossed his arms defiantly, “I’m coming with you for sure now. You don’t get to keep things like this from me now. No secrets.” Steve opened his mouth but Tommy pinched his arm, interrupting him. “No secrets! Okay? You don’t get to go risk yourself, or whatever you’re implying, and leave me in the dark!” Tommy stomped his foot and Steve had the mind to assume he’d been paying attention to all his sisters way of dealing with their own boyfriends. Tommy cupped both sides of his cheeks when Steve sighed. “I am your boyfriend,” he made Steve look at him. Tommy looked concerned, face wrinkled and cheeks pale. “I deserve to know.”

His shoulders sank as he gave in, “You’re not going to like it. Probably won’t even believe it.”

Tommy glared, “Try me.”

Steve went back into the house and grabbed his bag. Tommy quickly noticed the bat, obvious about it with his wide eyes not meeting Steve’s own and instead on the spikes peaking out over his shoulder. He didn’t ask yet though. Instead, he followed Steve all the way to the BMW and then got in the passenger side.

Steve looked over at Tommy sitting rigidly before starting the ignition. There were intense lines between his eyebrows and his lips were being abused by him biting them. He started gnawing on his fingernails when Steve made a decision.

He stepped out quick and Tommy startled, “Where are you going now?”

Steve leaned back in, antsy, “I’m going to get you a weapon.” Tommy looked like he desperately wanted to ask, Steve waited, but Tommy just sat back with his leg bouncing. He sighed again and Tommy glanced over at the noise. “You don’t have to come. It’d be better if you just stayed here until I get back.” Tommy folded his arms, leg still going up and down due to the weight of his hand not lessening it.

“Like hell I am,” he grumbled, “Go get me something if it’s so necessary.” Steve’s shoulders and ankles were tense and locked a little in place. This wasn’t going to end well even if Tommy believe him. He wasn’t supposed to add anyone else to the group. All he had as an excuse was Tommy’s unrelenting behavior and how immediate and stressed Hopper had sounded when he called. The excuse that maybe more help was necessary.

So Steve went to the shed and found a chain. A long iron chain that his father had used to hold the fence gate between theirs and the neighbors’ yards shut. He went back to the car with it in hand. When he sat back down Tommy stared wonderingly at it. Steve dropped it in his lap, the sound heavy as it slipped slowly to the car floor and clanked together.

“Can you still lasso?” he asked quietly. Didn’t want to trigger Tommy into some spell of hysterics.

Tommy swallowed and his eyes grew even more serious than before, “Yeah, yeah I can still lasso.”

Steve looked from the chain to Tommy’s face a few times, “Can you do to the same with that as you can a rope if we need you to?” He’d seen Tommy lasso, done some himself in the summers on the Hagan farm. Their small farm that housed loads of milk cows. It was a nice escape, mostly outdoors and their house was rundown only a little. Obviously warn from love and family and sweet time. Something real against the Harrington’s artificial capsule.

Tommy nodded again, “I can make it work.” When Steve didn’t catch Tommy’s eye for another minute or so, he started out to the Byers’ house. He could tell Tommy was trying to pay attention to the route but he kept messing with the chain. Steve knew he was forming it around to form the lasso correctly. Had seen Tommy sit on a bale of hay and mess with a rope the same way.

They pulled up to the dusty driveway and Tommy finally looked up with recognization, “Who exactly is involved in all this?”

Steve parked and neither of them moved, “Well, we’ve got all the Byers, Mike and Nancy Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin, and Hopper”

Tommy glared over at him and opened his door, “What kind of shit have you gotten yourself into?”

Steve only smiled thinly and he stepped out to grab his bag from the backseat before heading up to the door. Hopper was smoking and watched him as Tommy slowly gathered his chain.

“What did you do now?” Hopper didn’t sound surprised.

Steve could only shrug, “He insisted.”

Hopper took a drawn out puff, “Well you should have resisted.”

Steve turned his neck to glimpse as Tommy closing the car door, “You trying resisting a Hagan and then get back to me.”

Hopper raised a brow and flicked the ash off the filter, “Just keep him by you and make sure he doesn’t get hurt. I don’t want to have to explain to his parents.”

Steve rubbed his upper arm as Tommy walked up to his side, “Why would I get hurt? And what’s wrong with my parents?” he ordered defensively.

Hopper sighed and squished the cherry out in an outdoor ashtray balanced on the porch railing, “Nothing, kid. Your father just doesn’t like me.”

Tommy muttered something Steve only just barely caught, “You just can’t leave an innocent drunk man alone on a Friday night.”

“What’s that?” Hopper’s eyes narrowed. Tommy folded his arms and didn’t respond, only shook his head once.

Steve looked between the two. He knew Tommy’s father liked to drink sometimes. Mostly after a long day working on harvesting hay bales and tending to their cows. Knew his mother and Tommy’s sisters hated when he did. Tommy didn’t know how to feel, got mad at Steve when he tried to sympathize. A few of their fights had ended in Tommy throwing the fact that Steve’s father was never really around back in his face. Yelling he wouldn’t understand. Couldn’t. Not the same way.

“What’s the code?” he asked to break the heavy tensions, to at least try. Instead a new sort of shadow surrounded them.

“Orange,” Hopper took his hat off and rubbed his forehead, “Looks like more strays are picking off cattle at night. We need to go catch them.”

Tommy perked up, “Cattle? So you do know what’s been picking our calves off?” he shouted. “What is it? Why are you hiding it from the town? Us farmers!” He was livid and when Steve touched his arm to comfort, it was whacked away. He stepped back, a bit betrayed. The adrenaline in Tommy must have picked up already. He only acted like this when he was wound up tight and angry. Hopper was silent for a long moment as Tommy huffed his breaths in and out, upset.

He turned around to the house and said, “You’re about to find out,” before the door opened and closed.

“What is going on, Harrington?” Tommy asked, desperate now. Desperate for answers he hadn’t asked for. Made Steve annoyed that he allowed himself to get pent up again. Out of control of himself, the opposite of what they’d been working on. He took Tommy’s hands gently, at least thankful for Tommy allowing that much.

“I need you to take a few deep breaths, Sweetheart,” he used his calm tone. Used it for the kids when they got too scared sometimes. “This isn’t going to get any easier, so if you want to step out, do it now.” He waited and Tommy didn’t move, didn’t really do anything besides stare at him. “Is that a no?”

“I’m not leaving,” Tommy stated stubbornly.

“No one would think any less of you,” Steve said deeply, “We all wish we didn’t have to deal with this shit. You can go back home, you wouldn’t be able to tell people about this. The government will confiscate you otherwise.”

Tommy scoffed, “So my father isn’t some crazy conspiracy theorist.” Steve didn’t answer, didn’t really want to, didn’t think he needed to.

“It’s scary, Tom.”

Tommy puffed out his chest, “I don’t care. I’m staying with you and that’s final.”

The door opened and Dustin started yelling, “Son of a bitch, why is he here, Steve? Get your ass in here, we need to start planning!” Steve turned and Dustin started attempting to drag him up the porch. “We’ve got target on three different farms tonight.” He stopped and Steve almost tripped on the last stop. He asked Tommy, “Dont you live on one?”

Tommy’s shoulders rose, “What’s it to you?” Dustin glanced at Steve, who was giving a warning glance, shrugged his shoulders and headed inside again.

Steve grabbed the door and held it open for Tommy, “Come on then!” Tommy ran up and into the house, the warm waft of heat blown into their faces. Joyce met them first, Dustin rushing back into the other room.

She eyes Tommy worriedly, “Did you tell him anything yet?” Steve shook his head. She wasn’t mad, she instead waved then in more, “Well then we have quite a bit to catch you up then, huh?” she smiled welcoming. Walked them in through to where everyone was already staring over a map of Hawkins. Red circles around what Steve assumed were the farms being threatened.

Nancy’s face twisted, “What’s up with this?” she gestured to Tommy and his chain clutched in his fist.

“He wants in,” Steve shrugged and stepped forward to look at the map between Hopper and Dustin, “Not like we couldn’t use the help.”

Nancy scowled, “We can manage.”

“Yeah,” Mike butted in.

Steve glared at her, “Let it go, Nance. He’s here and that’s it, please.” She looked at Johnathan but John looked at Tommy just as openly as his mother had.

“You know how to throw that?” he looked at the dark chain links.

Tommy nodded and pointed to the west circle, “That’s my farm. Well, my dad’s.” He looked sheepish, like he was admitting something.

“Cool,” Steve heard Will whisper.

Johnathan smiled more just as Nancy’s frown deepened, “Didn’t know you were in the lower levels like us.” Tommy frowned and Nancy scolded John with a slap to the arm. “It’s just cool is all,” he defended himself from her onslaught.

Tommy grew confused, “Cool?”

John nodded, “Tuff,” he grinned. Tommy smirked and eased down, comfortably joining Steve by his side.

“So do I get the backstory or what?” Everyone else looked at Hopper.

The man rolled his eyes but relented, “Keep up,” he pointed at Tommy gruffly. The boy nodded and Steve planted a grounding hand on his shoulder. “When Will went missing he was actually trapped in a different dimension. There’s El, who isn’t here right now, she was an experiment.” His voice with filled with distaste. “ She has powers, telekinesis. She’s resting right now so she can—“

“Which is stupid,” Mike snapped, “She’s not ready—“ Lucas and Dustin elbowed him to shut him up.

Hopper didn’t even look at the kids, “She’s getting ready to fight the bigger problem, the mindflayer. Something that likes possessing people. Watch out for that,” he tipped his hat back. “But there are big dogs from that other dimension sneaking in like your average coyote onto farms. So we have to go out and clean them out.” Steve eyed Tommy’s face which was stoney. Hopper turned back to the table and map when he fingered Tommy had at least taken all of what he said in through his ears to process eventually. “We’re hitting it by groups. Joyce and I will go to Merrill’s. Nancy, Johnathan, Will, and Mike are going to Tinnerman’s. Steve, Tommy, Dustin, and Lucas are at Hagan’s. Got that?” he looked around. When no one disagreed he backed away.

Steve took his bag off and set it on top of the map, “You still have that tire iron?” he asked Dustin as he took out his lighter.

“Yep,” the kid nodded, “Still behind the house, I’ll go get it,” he ran off.

Steve only had to look at Lucas for an answer, “Got my pockets full of rocks and marbles this time.”

Steve smiled small but assuring, “Good.”

Everyone walked off to retrieve their own weapons or start their own vehicles. Except Steve and Tommy. Tommy was pale and his eyes were greyish.

“Hey,” Steve rubbed a thumb across his freckled cheek, “What’s going on in your head?” he whispered.

Tommy looked up and took in a shaky breath, “I’m ready to kill some monsters?” The questioning tone didn’t surprise Steve, the words did though. He didn’t ask, didn’t want to over work Tommy’s mind already. Not when they still had a long night ahead.

===

The Hagan property was the smallest of the three Hawkins farms. Fencing behind them that was meant to keep cattle on grounds, then a big barn, then the Hagan house. But it wasn’t meant to be called “small” either. The cattle were safe in the barn as long as they all stayed attentive and ready to kill off any demodog invaders. Simple, all in a days work. But Tommy was shaking like a leaf and Steve heard rustling from their right.

He stepped ahead a few steps just as Dustin and Lucas yelled out at the shadow creeping out of the trees. Tommy cursed loudly, so much so Steve feared Tommy’s mother would wake from it all the way in the house. He swung his bat to stabilize himself and then went to town on the thing’s neck, back, and head. It went down quick and others started coming out more and more. Lucas slung-shot his own ammunition and Dustin kept them back with Steve’s lighter and a can of hairspray.

“Can you get that one, Tom?” he shouted over the growls of a new dog as one ran past him to the fence.

It was a pretty quick success all things considering. The carcasses laid around Steve in wide diameter, gunk sprung all over the grass and tree bark. But as silence carried no more sounds carried out from the darkness.

He faced the group, Dustin parking things back into Steve bag and pulling out water bottles. Lucas was trying to wipe the sweat from his face.

Then Steve caught sight of Tommy standing still. Too still. He panicked.

“Tom?” he whisper yelled as he ran up to him. Grabbed his arms and then his head, “Tommy, are you alright?” Tommy’s pale face reflected streaks of luminescent tracks in the moonlight. His eyes looked frozen wide. “Hey,” he wiped away the tears with his thumbs and made Tommy make eye contact. Which seems to blow him out of his stupor. He started breathing sporadically. Steve hugged him and started breathing in and out exaggeratedly. “Match me, Sweetheart,” he whispered. Breathed in and waited as Tommy matched it. Exhaled and patiently listened.

By the time Tommy was lax against him, exhausted and adrenaline all gone, Steve had decided they were done. He snapped his fingers to grab Lucas and Dustin’s attention.

“Yo, call Hopper and see what they’re up to, please,” he threw one of Tommy’s arms over his shoulders. Started leading them back to his car a little ways away. Tommy wouldn’t speak, Steve had the mind to assume he was in shock. Knew the feeling himself. But the amount Tommy was still partially immobile on his own was concerning. “Can you signal to me how your feeling, Tommy? What can I do for you?” he asked as he opened the car door and worked his boyfriend into the passenger seat. He knelt on the wet road, his jeans getting damp at the knees.

Tommy finally made eye contact on his own and pressed his lips together, “That was scary.” Steve nodded understandingly. Tommy continued, “This is fucked,” he sat back and forcibly enclosed Steve hand in between his own. Steve distantly heard Dustin yapping to someone on the walkie talkie. “How do you all do it?” he asked exasperatedly. He deflated and shook his head, lost, “How do you do it all? You were amazing back there, didn’t hesitate or flinch.”

Steve smiled and leaned up to give Tommy a kiss to the cheek, “No one is going to be upset with you Tommy. We don’t even have to mention it. The important thing is,” he stepped back, “That we’re all safe and the dogs are done with.”

“But—“

“We won’t hold it against you,” he promised and Tommy closed his mouth slowly. Nodding in agreement a little reluctantly.

Dustin was messing with the dials on the walkie when he left Tommy there, “I’m gonna go clean the mess up, you two get in the car and wait.

Lucas stepped up though, “I’ll help.” Steve gave him a look but he persisted, “Please?”

He rolled his eyes, “I guess you’d be better help than Dustin.”

“Hey!” the other scolded.

Lucas flicked him, “Please, you gag every time the goo gets on you.”

“I wonder why!” Dustin called back as he got into the car with Tommy.

===

It was a few weeks later and Tommy was a little more comfortable in the Party and their occasional missions to take out other dimensional monsters. Tommy was good with the chain when he wasn’t completely petrified. Caught and wrangled multiple dogs out of the way on occasions. Sure he stopped out a few time but they didn’t fight him about it. Knew he knew what he couldn’t handle.

He was teaching Will a thing or two now. They each sat on logs in the Byers’ backyard with ropes in their hands and on their laps. Steve watched as he leaned against the back door doorframe with Joyce. Johnathan had tried to follow along but had quickly knotted his bad. Had encouraged them both instead as Tommy directed Will step by step.

Then, Steve joined them as they worked on tossing and capturing low tree branches. Tommy lassoed them all and Steve got some. But Will grew his skills fast apparently because he was right behind Tommy, grasping all the practicing targets with concentrated ease.

Tommy fist bumped the kid and Steve used his height to pull the rope back down, “Good job, Byers!”

“I was actually good at it,” Will beamed proudly. Tommy slung an arm over Wills shoulders and headed towards the house as Joyce called for dinner.

“You know, you should come take Steve’s place on the farm over the summer.” Will bounced on the souls of his feet a bit at the excitement and giggled when Steve scoffed dramatically.

“I’m just rusty.”

Tommy chuckled, “Come on, Byers One and Byers Two, let’s leave the Rich Boy to clean up.” Will laughed and followed him loyally.

Johnathan stood with a definite nod, “Agreed.” Steve stopped to watch them race to the house like they were all young boys.

Tommy fit in just fine.

[ao3feed-harringrove]

Tommy's Party

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by petersfeather

You can imagine Steve getting tipsy and watching girls get tipsy and them both getting handsy to the point that they’re clumsily groping on Tommy’s couch. Where Tommy sits to eat his cereal and watch cartoons in the morning. Where Tommy used to eat cereal and watch cartoons with Steve when the two would have sleepovers back in the third grade.

But don’t think about Tommy thinking about that.

~~~

Based on Tommy's Party - Peach Pit (bc someone had to)

Words: 6150, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Carol Perkins

Relationships: Tommy Hagan/Carol Perkins, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, unrequited Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington

Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Unrequited Lust, Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Hurt No Comfort, Implied/Referenced Sex, Swearing, Friendship, Friends to Enemies, stommy, But Make it Hurt, Harringrove, but make it 2 kind of selfish and dickish boys, this is for Chester Rushing please let's take a minute to remember him, he's not dead i just like to remember him ♥, use of 1st and 2nd person, sorry about that btw i just started it that way and then ran away with it, look i'm here for the DRAMA alright??

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[ao3feed-strangerthings]

Tommy's Party

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2WQoY8s

by petersfeather

You can imagine Steve getting tipsy and watching girls get tipsy and them both getting handsy to the point that they’re clumsily groping on Tommy’s couch. Where Tommy sits to eat his cereal and watch cartoons in the morning. Where Tommy used to eat cereal and watch cartoons with Steve when the two would have sleepovers back in the third grade.

But don’t think about Tommy thinking about that.

~~~

Based on Tommy's Party - Peach Pit (bc someone had to)

Words: 6150, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Carol Perkins

Relationships: Tommy Hagan/Carol Perkins, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, unrequited Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington

Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Unrequited Lust, Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Hurt No Comfort, Implied/Referenced Sex, Swearing, Friendship, Friends to Enemies, stommy, But Make it Hurt, Harringrove, but make it 2 kind of selfish and dickish boys, this is for Chester Rushing please let's take a minute to remember him, he's not dead i just like to remember him ♥, use of 1st and 2nd person, sorry about that btw i just started it that way and then ran away with it, look i'm here for the DRAMA alright??

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[toburnup]

Okay bestie for the dvd commentary ask- the latest chapter of IYLO!!

"Hm." Steve tilts his head, examines the side of Tommy's face. It's so dark inside the car that he can barely see him, and Tommy looks nervous. Maybe because it's just them.

"Why're you so scared, man?" Steve says softly, watches Tommy swallow in his seat. "You're the one that brought us here."

"Wasn't my idea."

The silence stretches. Steve approaches the line once more. He forgot what it was like to be around someone who can't hurt him, thinks he could squash Tommy if he really wanted to. If he was still that kind of person.

"It's not like Carol ever cared."

"Not about that, no." Tommy says, and Steve slides in. Drunk. He only feels it when he nearly rests his chin on Tommy's shoulder, body warm, the imprint of Meghan's fingers against his chest.

"She thought it was funny when we kissed that time." And the times after that.

Honestly I’m not a great Reader like it takes me a little while to get shit so it took me a while to pick up on HOW much IYLO (ie like… all of it) is Steve working though heavily ingrained homophobia or just accepting the reality of his sexuality and then I went back to reread bc the first time round I was like “oh it’s just friends to lovers” but no there’s like a lot that you bake in to every scene and subtlety I LOVE but that’s all just me fangirling ANYWAY I would love to hear all about your personal thoughts for the implied stommy and fucking around they did and the impact you think it has/had on their (including Carol’s) dynamic, the full extent of what their situation was (if it’s not like.. spoilers for future scenes!) and Tommy’s whole deal in it as well! It’s like 6 am idk if I’m making sense hahaha neway LOVE u love the chapter every email I get telling me you’ve updated is like Christmas!! 💋

ooooh so you're almost having your own slow-burn with IYLO <3 i love it. i'm trying to write it in such a way that it will be a fun one to reread!

and yesss, the stommy of it all. you're not the only person with this question!! i got a comment with a line like 'what the hell is the nature of tommy/carol/steve's relationship' and like. yes. i have not made it clear in the slightest. which is part of the fun, because now we get to talk about all the things lurking beneath the surface!!

it's not a spoiler for things later on, because i think tommy has served his purpose (? i feel mean) in steve's narrative at this point.

iylo meta below the cut. apologies in advance for how messy this is, i'm just writing stream of consciousness:

i've written tommy as bisexual and carol as straight. and as for the dynamic, if they were older and they weren't all toxic about it, i think they would be able to hook up but only in specific situations.

getting ahead of myself. in terms of background, this is what i'm thinking - in high school, the dynamic is tommy attempting to remain close to steve as steve starts breaking free of their familiar mold. steve is clinging to his identity as someone with social power (but in the context of high school politics). and the high school aspect is important because they are young when this is all going down. it's confusing, not clearly defined, and so i don't think they have a cut and dry answer for what their friendship looks like behind closed doors.

steve and tommy were childhood besties, and then in early HS years, tommy gets a gf, starts spending all his time with her. it makes sense that steve ends up tagging along, perhaps bringing whatever girl he's dating. or not. maybe it's just him.

tommy and carol have one of many arguments, and then steve and carol end up drunkenly making out. steve tells tommy later, but surprise surprise, tommy doesn't really care. and carol calls steve a pussy to his face for telling him. it's weird.

steve realizes he's being used (by carol). so. he does what he does best. coaxes tommy into a kiss when it's just the two of them, waits for tommy to bring that back to carol. steve never gets confirmation that he does tell her - carol doesn't let that slip for a long time - but it's something that keeps on happening.

so....... i suppose i have written stommy as being a side effect of a steve and carol power play. but carol is much more invested in maintaining it than steve is (like how she makes out with tommy after having him drive them to ~lookout point~). and that bothers her. because at the end of the day, it's steve who was calling the shots with the three of them. and now he doesn't even care enough to keep doing it.

carol was PISSED at steve prior to chapter 7 (hence the chilly exchange at his birthday party). the double date is a continuation of carol's own mission lol. she tells tommy to call steve up and go on a double date, she picks out the girl. but the flaw here is that steve isn't as 'tuned in' as he was before and doesn't even see that for what it is, and so carol has to throw it in his face. and that's also the big reason steve doesn't have any intention of sleeping with meghan - she's pretty much a pawn in carol's game, and steve fucking her would pretty much be carol fucking steve (sorry meg).

so, yes. i think that's the biggest conflict between carol and steve. carol doesn't give a shit that steve and tommy have this Thing between them, but she hates that tommy listens to steve.

steve and tommy have the foundation of an actual friendship, pre-carol. carol and steve do not have that same foundation. so even though steve is was in control, without tommy, they have nothing.

isn't writing fun?

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[metalheadcowboy]

Thinking about Tommy being the oldest sibling still living at home. Tommy who’s a senior in high school, wasting away what was supposed to be the easiest year of his life looking after his four younger siblings while his parents both work tireless hours early in the morning until late into the night. And he didn’t have to step up, but really he did because what else was he supposed to do? With the youngest one barely being out of diapers he had no other choice.

And it drains him, fucking takes everything out of him until at the end of the day there’s nothing he has left to do but either sleep or cry, if he even has the energy for that. He’s spent more nights sobbing into Steve’s chest, tucked tightly under his warm duvet than he can count, letting the younger boy rub his bare back and whisper sweet nothings about how wonderful he’s doing and how he’s not alone, though Tommy’s not always so sure he believes it, but he tries, he really does try and that’s the best he can do.

[metalheadcowboy]

[metalheadcowboy]

Post sex Tommy and Steve eating at Waffle House at one in the morning in comfortable silence, hair sex-stricken, Tommy’s shirt riding up Steve’s back while Steve’s slightly hangs off Tommy’s shoulders.

[metalheadcowboy]

an idea that @booksfoxesandcoffee gave me based off of their thoughts on the dynamic of Tommy, Carol, and Steve in this post :)

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“I never touched him, I swear!”

Steve struggled, quite literally between a rock and a hard place as his, in comparison, small frame pushed against that of the football teams offensive lineman, back pressed harshly into the back brick wall of Hawkins High.

“That’s not what she said,” the bigger boy threw his thumb back in the direction of Carol looking at him with a sly smirk and Tommy who looked like he didn’t know whether to be remorseful or scared for his life.

Steve should have known this would happen, that the one thing they swore to take to their graves would come to light and he would be the one to pay the price for it. Not Carol whose idea it was in the first place or Tommy who had been crushing on him since middle school, but him because why would anything in his life go right?

“She’s full of shit and you know it!” Steve exclaimed out of frustration, slamming the back of his fist into the side of the lineman’s shoulder, the larger boy not missing a beat before shoving Steve, somehow, harder into the wall, back making a dense thud. He guessed he was thankful his head didn’t take the brute of the aggression, but it still hurt like a bitch.

Steve groaned, “Prove it.” What? How the hell was he supposed to do that? “Prove you’re not queer for Hagan.”

The whole time Steve had been drowning out the crowd that had gathered around them. He didn’t know how the hell they found out this was happening, maybe one guy heard from another hear from the next, or maybe the lineman had slipped flyers into everyone’s lockers but his saying ‘Knocking King Steve even further off his pedestal @ 3 behind the school, be there or be square.’ He wouldn’t be surprised either way, actually.

“I can’t-” Steve couldn’t even get the words out of his mouth before what had probably been the larger boys plan all along came out of his mouth in a violent spit-soaked grown.

“Punch him.”

Steve’s eyes immediately went wide, “Wait, how does- I don’t- No!” He didn’t see the correlation, how would punching Tommy prove that he didn’t fuck him? He guessed to show everyone that Tommy meant nothing to him, but that wasn’t true, not by a long shot. He still cared about Tommy, always had even after their fight and somehow even now when he did nothing to stop Carol from ratting them out.

Behind the guy holding him to the wall he could see Tommy trying to make a fast break for it, turning but as soon as he did another meathead grabbed him by the biceps tight, “Stop it!” Steve called, fighting against the lineman as he watched Tommy fight his own battle, grunting as he kicked and punched as much as he could before he was turned around being held in place for Steve to have fair game at.

“Shut up!” Steve was pushed back again, this time his head making a harsh ‘crack!’ against the solid brick while everyone in the crown made a synced ‘ooh’ at the noise. His vision went fuzzy and he kind of felt like he was going to be sick as suddenly he was pulled away from the wall and in the same position as Tommy, putting them face to face.

“Hit ‘em!” Steve pressed the heels of his hands hard into his tightly shut eyes, the sensation almost calming until he was jostled and forced to look at Tommy, Tommy whose bottom lip was quivering in the way it always did when he was about to cry, Tommy who had his hands tightly gripping his thighs to stop it from happening.

“Steve.” Tommy croaked out, voice cracking on the last bit causing the crowd to erupt in hateful laughter, the kind that made Steve want to punch them all instead.

“I- Fuck,” Steve stammered, letting out a long breath, so split. If he punched Tommy he’d have to risk the chance of losing him for good, but if he didn’t he’d have to face the wrath of the whole school. Yeah, he wasn’t on the best terms with Tommy, but they were better... or so he thought. Maybe he should, this was his fault after all, even if Carol was clearly the mastermind, so in a way he brought it upon himself, “Fine.”

Suddenly the hands confiding him let go causing him to forward, not expecting it, but quickly catching himself. He looked at Tommy still helpless in the arms of his capture.

“Let him go.”

“Wha-”

“Let him go and I’ll to it.” They both just kind of looked at each other for a second, back and forth, talking with their eyes until finally Tommy was let go, stumbling just like Steve but catching himself all the same. He looked a little more relaxed but still scared.

Now it was just a matter of Steve working hyping himself up to do it while everyone around them yelled and screamed what they pleased, taunting and teasing to fire him up even more while Tommy stood helpless, knowing he could take Steve but scared to find out what would happen if he did.

While Steve looked at Tommy pieces started to click together in his head. He wasn’t being held, Tommy wasn’t being held they could just run. Sure there was a crowd around them but if they took them by surprise...

Steve stepped forwards, hating the way Tommy flinched and everybody only seemed to cheer louder. He walked until he was at a good punching distance, shaking out his arms to make it look like he was getting ready and loose all the while giving Tommy short eye signals.

He looked the shorter boy in the eye before letting his eyes dart to the side towards the direction of the parking lot. Tommy just looked at him with furrowed eyebrows until he did it for, like, the fifth time, then the wrinkle between his brow soothed out and his eyes went wide with understanding.

With that Steve ran a hand through his hair before pulling his fist back and-

“Run!” Quickly he and Tommy turned in the planned direction and bolted, shouldering through the crowd with little hesitation, surprisingly not tripping or being grabbed on the way. Steve just knew that those two bozos were chasing them, could hear the heavy footsteps following them as their sneakers padded along the pavement.

It felt like a scene in a typical high school movie. The bad guys chasing the good guys, it would almost be so predictable Steve would be laughing if he wasn’t quite literally running for his life.

They were chased for blocks until they were sure they had lost them and Tommy looked like he was about to pass out. Steve grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a back alley behind a strip of stores in the center of town.

“Shit,” Steve breathed, letting Tommy settle down against the brick wall, much like the one he was held against earlier, hidden behind a dumpster. He plopped down in front of him, looking up at the cloudy sky as he breathed in cool air, every breath stinging his throat. His legs were folded but spread so he could rest his elbows on them, Tommy’s were just spread wide as he leaned all his weight back onto the wall behind him.

They didn’t talk, not for a few minutes while they both took a bit to catch their breath, but it was actually kind, and well deserved of nice after the chaos that just occurred. What finally broke the streak of quiet was a sniffle from Tommy.

“You okay?” Steve questioned, letting his head fall back down into its normal position. He didn’t even need to look at Tommy to know the answer, but his quick head shake ‘no’ set it in stone, “Tommy...”

He broke, face scrunching up into his signature crying face, neck going slack to let his head fall in defeat.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey,” Steve spoke softly, sliding himself against the asphalt with his feet to move into the space where Tommy’s legs were still spread, “Don’t cry, Tom.” He grabbed the freckled boys cheeks, gently cupping them with the palms of his hands, sweaty face meeting sweaty palms causing for a rather unpleasant stickiness, not that it mattered right then and there.

“’M Sorry,” Tommy apologized and while he appreciated it, Steve wasn’t having any part of it. In an attempt to comfort his crying friend he leaned forward to press his own forehead to Tommy’s, letting his eyes fall shut in the process. His thumbs brushed over the soft skin covering solid cheekbones while tears rained down on his thumbs.

“Don’t be,” he whispered, “I deserved it.” And in all honesty he thought he did. A little roughing up by a bigger guy, a probable bruise on his back, and a very mild concussion was a small price to pay for what he put Tommy and Carol through when he started dating Nancy. Sure they gave him shit for it, but he abandoned them and left them and he shouldn’t have done that.

“Nuh- No you duh- didn’t,” Tommy hiccuped, hands having found the tops of Steve’s jean clad thighs.

“Yes I did I was a complete ass.” The hot breath escaping Tommy’s lips brushed against his own with every breath. It took all his might to hold back from just leaning in and-

“Still suh-sorry,” Tommy spoke again.

“Okay,” Steve just accepting, knowing him enough to know that he would just go on and on if he didn’t accept it now, “We even now?” He pulled his head away from Tommy as well as his hands, letting one hand rest in his lap while the other was held out for a hand shake, to settle their truce.

“Even Steven.”

[metalheadcowboy]

one day tommy puts on steve’s scoops uniform as a joke and steve is just like wait.. 😳 i get the appeal now

PLEASE ???? OMG PLEASE????

Steve always thought his Scoops uniform was just plain stupid. Couldn’t see how dressing up like dorky sailors would improve ice cream sales, and, yet every day he showed up to Scoops in the itchy pants and shirt that always tried to ride up on his back.

So, when Tommy started showing his love for it every chance he could, Steve was definitely confused.

“C’mon, babe, you gotta admit, you look pretty hot,” Tommy grinned, wrapping his arms around his in the middle of Steve’s living room while one of Steve’s moms old records played int he background.

“Shit off, Tom,” Steve scoffed, looking to the side while Tommy just pulled him closer.

“‘M serious, Stevie, you’re smokin’!” the taller boy yelped when Tommy wrapped his arms around his hips to grab two handfuls of his ass, “And your ass has never looked better, hot damn.”

And Steve didn’t believe that the outfit looked good in any capacity, but he did believe that he could be wearing a trash bag and Tommy’s words would have had him hard as a rock.

It goes on for months like this, little back-and-forth’s that usually ended up with he mock sailor suit strewn about forgotten on the floor anyways. Until one day Steve gets an idea.

“If you think I look so good in the uniform why don’t you try it on.” And Tommy looked surprisingly willing, gladly taking the freshly dry cleaned set off the hanger and to the bathroom to change.

Steve was fully ready to laugh at him, to call him an idiot, to say that he looked ridiculous, but when Tommy comes back out he looks anything but. He watches with wide, stunned, eyes as Tommy walks out making a little ‘ta-da’ motion. It fit him like a glove, a little tighter in the stomach than it was on himself, but if anything it only added. He was at a complete loss for words, floundering as all he could think about was how Tommy’s ass in those shorts had to be a sin of the next degree.

“See!” The freckled boy exclaimed excitedly, barely being able to clap his hands together before Steve was on him like a bee to honey. All possessive hands and hot breath, sharp teeth and-

Needless to say Steve called out of work the next day and shamefully brought the uniform back to the dry cleaners, not knowing what to say when they asked him what happened to it and how it got dirty again so fast.

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