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Masterpost

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is it casual now?, pt. one part two: fwb!steddie, inspired by chappell roan's "casual" [AO3]

One-shots

i swear that i’m not thinkin’ ‘bout you all the time (just today, yesterday, every day, and tomorrow night) T, COMPLETE

Robin and Eddie are sitting on the couch facing each other, talking about dumb shit before Eddie finally asks her what Steve’s deal is. Robin snorts. “I’ve known him almost a year now and your guess is as good as mine.”

OR: Eddie's out of the hospital and Steve won't leave him alone. Steve's trying to seduce Eddie through chores.

i'm such a fool for you (you’ve got me wrapped around your finger) T, COMPLETE

"Nance and I have been in this together since the beginning. But it was never gonna be romantic between us again. I love her and always will, but we’re definitely not meant for each other.” Steve lets out a huff of a laugh. “Besides, I’m striking out with someone else pretty frequently.” He doesn’t know why he says it; the weed and the beers are combining to sabotage him probably. He hears Eddie shift next to him.

“King Steve’s lost his touch?” Steve can hear the smirk in Eddie’s voice as he says it.

“Oh, I lost it a long time ago,” Steve laughs into the night sky, rubbing a hand across his face.

OR: Steve and Eddie are both very dumb and very into each other.

it’s christmas (this is gonna be a nightmare) T, COMPLETE

“Okay, what’s wrong?” Robin asks him.

Steve takes a deep breath. “Nothings wrong.” He turns from the cutting board on the counter to look over at the two of them standing next to each other. They look skeptical. Steve takes another breath. “Okay, before I say anything, just remember that you guys are my friends and roommates and I always take out the trash at night when you guys are too scared and I take all the spiders you find in your rooms outside for you and you care about me deeply for a multitude of reasons, okay?”

Robin rolls her eyes and Eddie’s eyebrows crinkle in confusion. “Steve?” Eddie says, his voice calm. Steve turns back to the counter, facing away from them. Maybe if he doesn’t look directly at Eddie, it’ll be easier to say.

“I may or may not have implied to my mother that Eddie and I are dating and that’s why I’m bringing him home for Christmas,” Steve says in a rush, hoping that he won’t have to repeat himself.

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i hate your big dumb combat boots: a steddie x 10 things i hate about you AU part one part two part three part four part five part six part six 1/2

what if Nancy Wheeler and Eddie Munson worked at Scoops Ahoy in the summer of ‘85?

Steve has a first date tonight, but he’s self-conscious about his scars

you’re a cowboy like me: steddie x cowboy like me au

sorry for not making you my centerfold part two steddie x coney island au

all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner: steddie x how to lose a guy in 10 days au (part one part two)

wwdits steddie au

kiki’s delivery service au [AO3]

you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong steddie x gorgeous au (landscaper!eddie/bored rich kid in Beverly Hills!steve)

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this steddie x paper rings au (pining fwb!steddie) [AO3]

i'm so in love that i might stop breathing steddie x taylor swift's "paris" au [AO3]

there’s just one who could make me stay steddie x you’re on your own kid au [AO3]

you smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row scream your name steddie x superstar au (songwriter!eddie/musician!steve) [AO3]

taylor swift inspired aus on AO3 here: my heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue

bring it on!steddie au

soak up the sun early 2000s steddie head canon

i would never pretend to not know you steddie x normal people au

what, like it's hard? pt. 1 steddie x legally blonde au

steve's parents hire someone to "date" him steddie x no hard feelings rom com au

if we lived on the moon (steve deals with some complicated feelings at the grocery store) [AO3]

the newsroom au steddie x the newsroom au (prime time news anchor!steve x executive producer!eddie, past relationship, past cheating, exes to lovers)

steddie x failed threesome au (steddie meet in a threesome and they can't perform)

steddie x love rosie au (accidental teen pregnancy, childhood best friends)

freddy krueger stripper au

steddie x cafe au

and i wouldn't marry me either, pt. one steddie x plus one rom com au (wedding dates for convenience, fake dating adjacent)

the ultimatum reality show au (reality show contestants to lovers)

i don't need wings to help me fly, pt. 1 steddie x the princess diaries 2 au (prince!steve, scheming aristocrat!eddie)

may the odds be ever in your favor, pt. one steddie x the hunger games au

rockstar!eddie/personal trainer!steve

Multi-chapter ‘fics

sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine) M, COMPLETE, 10/10

Max had read every one of Eddie’s novels and every one of his screenplays. In every single one of them, in every universe that Eddie could think up, she watched as Eddie fell in love with Steve, over and over and over again. They had different names, different professions, there were different, wild, fantastical circumstances, but it was always them. In every version of reality, they found each other. It was time they found each other again in this version and Max was going to help them do it, even if it killed her.

OR: It's 1997, ten years after Eddie and Steve leave Hawkins. Eddie, a novelist/screenwriter, Max, Hollywood's shiniest scream queen, and Dustin, the hottest indie horror director in the business, reunite to make a movie and they're bringing the Party along with them to the middle of nowhere to do it.

when i don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life, in each place and forever. M, COMPLETE, 12/12

If Eddie didn’t know any better, he would think that he’d slipped into an alternate dimension. A dimension where he was happy and not dead. A dimension where Steve Harrington sleeps in his bed—or maybe where he sleeps in Steve Harrington’s bed.

OR: Eddie dies. But then he wakes up next to a sleeping Steve Harrington.

it had to be you. M, WIP, 3/7

“You guys are gonna have a great time,” Dustin beams at them.

Steve lets his eyes take in all that is Eddie Munson, from his messy long hair to his Black Sabbath band tee to his painted black fingernails. He looks loud and obnoxious. Steve seriously doubts they’re going to have a great time. From the look on Eddie’s face, Steve imagines he’s thinking the same thing.

OR: It's the When Harry Met Sally AU that literally no one asked for.

oh my, love is a lie (shit my friends say to get me by) M, WIP, 1/4

“Is that—?” Robin starts, before she's interrupted by Dustin calling them over.

Because Eddie is Eddie. After Nancy had demolished Steve’s heart, he’d gone out for the weekend, Robin in tow. He’d drank enough to forget his own name and had ended up making some questionable decisions. One of those decisions had, apparently, been Eddie Munson. They’d spent two nights together, back in June, drenched in cheap beer and barely leaving Steve’s bed. On the afternoon of the second day, Eddie had left, saying he was going for a McDonald’s run, and Steve hadn’t seen him again. He hadn’t even left his number.

OR: Six months ago, Steve Harrington had his heart crushed by Nancy Wheeler. To cope, he'd rebounded in the worst way, spending two life-changing nights with the guy of his dreams. The only problem was that the guy had ghosted him, no number, no Insta handle; Steve didn't even get his last name. Now, he's resurfaced at Steve's Friendsgiving party, apparently Dustin Henderson's new best friend.

i can’t let go when something’s broken (it’s all i know and it’s all i want now) T, COMPLETE, 5/5 (also on tumblr here: part one part two part three part four part five)

Steve Harrington wakes up like he does every day, alone in his big bed with fluffy white sheets, weak sunlight streaming through the blinds on his windows. He rubs the sleep from his eyes, drinks the glass of water he put on his bedside table last night and swallows the aspirin next to it, and then climbs out from underneath the covers. He wanders into his bathroom to brush his teeth and shower, to fix his hair the way he likes it (a much less intensive process than it was when he was seventeen), and pulls on the same jeans he wears every day. He fixes himself breakfast—scrambled eggs and burnt bacon—and then he leaves for his shift at the coffeeshop.

The day passes slowly, like it always does. Steve makes small talk with the regulars, he laughs half-heartedly at Frank’s jokes, he pours espresso all over his hands. He cleans the tables and stacks the newspapers. He tries his hardest to ignore the new stack of Rolling Stones Frank has placed by the door.

monsters are always hungry M, WIP, 2/9 (Horror, ST4 rewrite)

Robin finally slides the tape all the way in to the VCR and Steve rolls his cart back over to the counter and leans over it, ready to watch some kid’s fourth birthday party or a Little League baseball game.

There’s nothing but static for the first thirty seconds.

“Maybe it’s blank?” Robin suggests, and just as she says it, the mess of snowy static shifts to a blood red screen before the images begin to flicker. The footage is grainy, like a real home video. The images are almost indistinguishable, but Robin and Steve can make out a big house, a front porch, a stained-glass window with a rose at the center. The cuts are choppy and jarring as the screen shifts quickly from one image to another in the blink of an eye. Cobwebs in the corner of a ceiling, spider eggs, limbs bent at inhuman angles, a child’s face.

The images stop, almost as quickly as they’d begun, and the television returns to static. Steve and Robin stand in silence for a minute before Steve rounds the counter and reaches up for the power button, turning the TV off.

OR: Steve and Robin watch a mysterious, unmarked tape they find in the returns bin at Family Video.

all of me changed like midnight. M, 4/11

In the fall of 1986, Eddie invites Steve and Robin to one of his shows at the Hideout. Steve is mesmerized by Eddie's performance, captivated by the way Eddie's hands move up and down his guitar, by the way Eddie's measured breaths deliver a strong and confident lyrical performance. When Steve compliments Eddie after the show, Eddie offers to teach Steve to play the guitar. Steve is completely taken by the whole project and a romance blooms, tender and soft, as they begin to speak through the music they play for each other.

Shortly after Steve confesses his love for Eddie, Eddie flees Hawkins, determined to live out his dreams as a rockstar and convinced that's not what Steve wants for himself. Steve and Robin move to Indy, where they begin playing open mics at the coffeeshop Steve works at. Steve finds that songwriting is the perfect way to give voice to his feelings of grief, love, and abandonment.

The fic spans ten years as Steve and Eddie weave their way in and out of each other's lives, writing songs that can only be meant for each other.

project 146 of the steddie bigbang

Series

tell the devil i’m waiting. M, COMPLETE

Includes: sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine) & i make up things that i would never say (i say them very quietly)

my heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue T, ONGOING

unrelated taylor swift-inspired steddie

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stobinesque · 1 year

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the mouth that feeds you

A birthday fic for the lovely @legitcookie! Hope you're having the best day, Jen :) Ronance | rating: E | wc: 4k | cw/tags: Office Sex, Desk Sex,Lingerie, thigh biting, Stone Top Robin, Sassy Pillow Princess Nancy (kinda), 'sir' used as an honorific, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Dacryphilia (just a dash), Edging, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting [there's...a lot going on here] [ READ ON AO3 ]

Robin rapped her knuckles against the doorframe to Nancy's office as she held her bag of takeout aloft. A minute later, Nancy’s head popped into view, a soft smile lighting up her face.

"What are you doing here?"

“You said you were on deadline. Figured you hadn’t eaten yet. So.” Robin raised the bag a little higher. “Delivery service.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Nancy stepped aside, opening the door wider to welcome Robin in.

Robin pushed past her, settling on the small table that sat opposite Nancy’s big fancy desk with an eye roll. “I know I didn’t have to.” She shrugged. “I like taking care of you.”

Nancy glanced over at Robin from beneath her lashes. “I like being taken care of.”

Robin cackled. “I know you do, princess. Now eat up. You’re not allowed to keep working until you’ve consumed at least half of that.” Robin crossed her arms over her chest and leveled Nancy with a stare. “I’m watching.”

Nancy shot back a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

Robin raised a brow, roping Nancy into the ring of her arms as she made her way back to her desk. “It’s ‘sir’, and you know it,” Robin said, letting her voice go all rumbly.

Nancy flushed a pretty shade of pink, and Robin had to bite back a smile. Flustering Nancy Wheeler was one of life’s great joys. “Yes sir,” Nancy whispered.

“Good,” Robin said with a decisive little nod. She pressed a firm kiss to Nancy’s forehead then dropped her arms, letting the other woman pull back to take a look inside the takeout bag.

“There’s only enough in here for me.”

Robin shook her head with a rueful smile. “Nance, it’s almost midnight. I’ve already eaten.”

Nancy turned away, looking almost sheepish as she snatched the food from the table and brought it back to her desk.

Robin watched Nancy walk across the office with a forced composure, and squeezed her legs, rubbing her thighs together to relieve the anticipatory ache building. There was nothing more fun than taking Nancy apart when she was determined to hold herself together. Robin tilted her head to the side, regarding Nancy with a covetous gaze, as she said with a considering sort of tone, “I haven’t had dessert yet.”

“Oh?” Nancy was faced away from her, but her voice gave everything away.

“Yeah. You have anything in here that’ll satisfy my sweet tooth?”

Nancy sat back at her desk, pulling out the containers of lo mein and dumplings from the bag. She situated a pair of chopsticks in her hands and clicked them together while she appeared to mull over the question. “I might…”

Robin smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind then.”

Nancy smiled and ducked her head, taking a careful bite of her noodles. Robin watched intently as Nancy ate several mouthfuls, before switching over to the carton of dumplings and plucking one out.

Generally Nancy wasn’t the type to forget about her bodily needs, but she had a tendency to lose herself whilst in the single-minded pursuit of a story.

It was maybe the thing Robin found most attractive about her—though it was in a tough competition—but it drove her to her wit’s end in equal measure.

Watching Nancy eat the food she’d provided smoothed back the hackles of the part of her that went wild at the thought of her girl’s needs not being met.

“You’re doing such a good job, babe,” Robin murmured.

Nancy rolled her eyes as she took a bite of the noodles. “Don’t condescend to me.”

Robin pressed a hand to her chest in mock offense. “Me? Condescend? I would never. I think you’re getting the two of us confused.”

Nancy pointed her chopsticks at Robin. “Rude.”

“Mmm, whatcha gonna do about it, Nance?”

“Cut you off for a week.”

“Only a week? That how long you think you could last without me eating you out, honey?”

“That’s about how long I think you could go before begging to get on your knees for me.”

Robin hopped down from her perch and stalked across the room, bracing her hands on the edge of Nancy’s desk. “I think you’ve got a misguided understanding of what’s going on here, Ms. Wheeler. Care for me to remind you?”

Robin didn’t wait for Nancy to answer, just dropped down to her knees in a practiced move.

There were lots of ways to get on your knees for someone—both in body and spirit. For most people it brought to mind being brought to heel: debasing oneself for another’s gratification; someone literally lowering themselves before another for the sake of that person’s pleasure.

But Robin liked the thrill of choosing to be there. Of driving someone so wild they didn’t have the choice but to accept whatever you gave them.

So Robin dropped to her knees with all of the submissiveness of a jungle cat, and crawled into the space between Nancy’s legs. Her legs parted without Robin needing to so much as ask. This was where Robin wanted to be, always. Nancy had gotten that much right.

Robin couldn’t see her face, but she could feel her stare. Could picture the way Nancy’s mouth had dropped open into a round ‘O.’

“Robs…”

Robin leaned far enough forward to look up and meet Nancy’s gaze from beneath the desk. “Keep eating your dinner, babe. I think I’ve found my desert.”

Robin reached up to work open the zipper at the side of Nancy’s skirt, and Nancy lifted her hips to help Robin shimmy her out of it. The black fabric pooled on the ground at Nancy’s feet, and Robin reached down to carefully lift each foot out of the ring of fabric. She had long abandoned her set of sharp black heels for the day, and a part of Robin bemoaned the missed chance to carefully pull them free from Nancy’s feet.

The disappointment was short-lived, though, as Robin looked up and took in the sight of Nancy half-dressed beneath the desk. She was wearing a set of old-fashioned stockings Robin had gifted her earlier that year. Dark nylon, with a seam she knew to be running up the back of each leg, even though she couldn’t see them from here.

Knowing it was there was enough.

And maybe when Robin was through with her first course she could lay Nancy out on the desk for a proper feast. (She was maybe losing the thread of her meal-based metaphors at this point.)

Robin rubbed a thumb over the sheer fabric stretched across one ankle bone, working her hand up the length of Nancy’s leg. Distantly, Robin heard Nancy hum, and the soft rustling sound of fabric against fabric as she shifted in her seat.

Robin dragged careful, blunted nails over the surface of one calf. Enough to raise goosebumps in her wake, but without so much force as to cause a snag or tear in the stockings.

Above her, Nancy sighed, legs widening ever-so-slightly to invite Robin’s touch.

Robin mirrored her movements on Nancy’s other leg, sending twin paths of sensation across her skin.

When Robin reached the apex of Nancy’s thighs, she rested her hands on the lace capping the stockings there, hooking her thumbs beneath the straps that connected them to the garter belt, which were dark against the creamy expanse of Nancy’s skin.

Robin pressed Nancy’s legs open wider, bending her head to leave a trail of gentle kisses.

A muffled sound reached Robin’s ears, but she couldn’t quite tell if it was one smothered out of embarrassment, or if Nancy’s mouth was just full. Robin decided to let it go for now.

Robin bit down into the soft skin of Nancy’s thigh, and Nancy jumped under her touch, a sharp cry spilling from her lips. Saliva pooled in Robin’s mouth as the image of taking a bite from a perfectly ripe peach—juices welling and running down her face—flitted through Robin’s mind. She swallowed and sank her teeth in harder, savoring the hitched breath and gasping sounds already spilling from Nancy’s throat as Robin sucked.

Robin pulled back to look down at the rabidly purpling mark, pressing her thumb into the bruise there and rubbing.

“Fuck, Robbie.” Nancy’s hips canted upwards, but Robin pulled back, denying her any touch Robin hadn’t chosen to provide.

“Keep eating, Nance,” she said with a soft swat to her thigh.

Nancy whined, but Robin didn’t budge until she heard the sound of a container being picked back up, and chopsticks rummaging through noodles. “You’re so good for me, babe,” Robin said, pressing another kiss to Nancy’s skin—this time on the opposite thigh. She bit down there too, sucking another bruise into pale white skin. “You turn so many pretty colors for me, babe. They should put you on display in the MoMA.”

Nancy snorted in laughter. “You’re gonna kill the mood, Robs.”

Robin hummed, sweeping an idle thumb across the matching dark lace that hid Nancy’s cunt away from her. She was already damp there. Not quite wet, but certainly on the way to it. “Funny, seems like this is doing it for you.”

“The biting was doing it for me. Having you under my desk is definitely doing it for me. Telling me I’m a piece of modern art is decidedly less sexy than either of those two things.”

Robin trailed the flat of her tongue over the scratchy fabric precisely once.

Nancy gasped, and her hips bucked up to try to reach Robin’s mouth again.

“You were saying?”

“You’re cheating.”

“Aren’t you on a deadline, love? Why don’t you return to your food and leave me to mine so that you can finish up and we can get out of here.”

Nancy was silent above her for a beat too long, so Robin dug the tips of her fingers into the meat of Nancy’s thighs. A moment later, the faint sound of reluctant chewing met Robin’s ears, and she dipped back down to continue her teasing. Much as Robin wanted nothing more than to be buried face first in Nancy’s cunt, she forced herself to hold back.

Robin lifted Nancy’s blouse to press fluttery kisses to the patch of skin framed between the garter belt and panties, savoring the way Nancy’s stomach quivered beneath her lips.

“Robin, please.”

“Have you finished eating, babe?”

“I’ve got two dumplings and just a little bit of lo mein left.”

“Mmm, are you full, though?”

Nancy muttered something under her breath, and Robin bit hard at the tender flesh of her stomach. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Can you answer my question without sass?”

“Yes, sir,” Nancy breathed, body sinking lower in her chair. “I’m full, sir.”

“Good.” Robin pressed a quick kiss to Nancy’s thigh, followed by a playful nip. “Then you have work to return to, don’t you?”

“Robs—”

Robin darted a hand up to pinch the skin of Nancy’s hip harshly. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, princess. I’m gonna sit here and eat you out, you’re going to finish your article, and if you’re not done by the time I make you come for the first time, I’m just going to keep going until you are, whether you like it or not. Understood?”

“Y-yeah, understood, sir.”

Robin squeezed the hand resting on Nancy’s hip encouragingly. “Can you give me a color, princess?”

“Holy shit, green, Robin. I just—let me get my laptop set up again, alright?”

“Okay.” Robin stroked her thumb across the goosebumps she’d raised on Nancy’s legs, waiting patiently for the sounds of rummaging containers and office supplies to settle.

“All set.” Nancy already sounded a bit breathless.

“Mmm,” Robin hummed, ducking down to nose at Nancy’s covered clit. “Good.”

“Oh!” Nancy jolted in surprise.

“Gonna need you to concentrate, princess.” Robin continued nosing at Nancy’s clit, taking in the musky scent of her arousal. When she heard the sound of keys softly clacking, Robin ducked down, fitting her shoulders beneath Nancy’s thighs so her stockinged legs were draped over Robin’s back. She kept her hands braced over the lace tops, limiting Nancy’s ability to close her legs around Robin’s head. Not that she didn’t love having her head squeezed between Nancy’s thighs—but tonight, Nancy was going to take whatever Robin gave her, whenever Robin gave it to her.

Robin used her tongue to push aside the scrap of fabric covering Nancy’s cunt, and dipped her tongue into the wet heat there. Nancy’s salty taste flooded her tongue, and Robin couldn’t hold back a moan she dove forward, chasing after it.

Robin kept up a slow pace as she licked into Nancy carefully. The lace from the panties chafed against the side of Robin’s face, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. It added to the overall heady sensation of the endeavor. A counterpoint to the silky-smooth texture of Nancy’s nylons against her hands, and the sticky wetness smeared across her lips and tongue.

Robin buried her face into Nancy’s folds, wiry hairs tickling her cheeks as the tip of her nose bumped against Nancy’s clit.

Robin hummed, chasing after Nancy’s shuddering moans and shaking thighs. She opened her mouth wide, flattening her tongue to lick across the expanse of Nancy’s cunt. Under her hands Nancy’s hips rocked up once, fighting to make closer contact with Robin’s mouth. Robin pressed down—keeping Nancy in her place—but dove in deeper, licking at her enthusiastically. Robin chased her own pleasure at the center of Nancy’s thighs, soaking up each sigh and gasp she wrung from her lover and basking in them.

The sound of Nancy’s manicured nails clicking against her keyboard was a sharp counterpoint to both the throaty grunts and groans rumbling in Robin’s chest and throat, and the lighter whines and breathy moans that floated from Nancy’s lips.

Robin had to keep reminding herself not to get lost in the silky space between Nancy’s thighs. To keep one ear on the steady beat of Nancy tapping at her keys—because if there was any pause, she’d have to pull back. Have to deny them what they both wanted—what they both needed.

Because Nancy was right about that too: Robin couldn’t go more than a few days without shoving her face between Nancy’s legs. Without working her up until she was taut as a bow ready to shoot. Strung high and tight before snapping with a sharp cry.

Robin dug her fingers into Nancy’s skin. Thought about shoving her fingers inside her dripping wet cunt. Thought about finding her sweet spot and forcing her over that edge that left them both drenched.

Maybe for round two.

Or five.

For now, Robin had to get her across that first finish line.

She pulled back a fraction of an inch with a gasp, repositioned herself, and plunged back in, chasing after the babbling cries that were starting to spill from Nancy’s mouth. Robin curled her tongue around Nancy’s clit and sucked. Felt Nancy fight against bucking her hips wildly under Robin’s steady hold. Robin’s grip did not falter. She kept Nancy planted in place. Pinned down right where Robin wanted her.

Up above, the steady sounds of typing and the occasional pen scratch began to grow more erratic. Odd gaps fell between each beat in a way that sounded less like Nancy pausing to think between words or sentences, and more like her hand had stopped in midair, or skittered across the keys.

As the sounds trailed off altogether, Robin pulled back with a gasp, stifling a disappointed moan of her own. The lower half of her face was sticky with wet, and drops of sweat beaded her hairline.

“Robin.” Nancy’s voice was full of anguish, and she attempted to thrash in Robin’s grip.

Robin kept her nails short and squared off, but she dug their blunted edges into Nancy’s skin momentarily anyway. “You know the rules, princess,” Robin said, voice thick from all the slick she’d swallowed. “Ya gotta keep working or I’ll stop.”

The muscles of Nancy’s legs shifted beneath Robin’s palms as she slumped back in her chair. “There were no such rules established at the top of this challenge.”

Robin bit down at the sensitive skin right at the crease of Nancy’s thighs. “Say that again,” she growled.

Nancy made a sound that was two steps away from a frustrated scream. Like a kettle whistling. An angry little steam engine spouting off. “You can’t just make up rules to a game when you feel like it!”

Robin repositioned her hand over Nancy’s crotch, cupping it in a covetous grasp. “I can do whatever I want, love.”

Robin dropped her hands, leaning back completely onto her haunches. “Unless you disagree? If you’re not a fan of my terms we can stop now. I can go home and leave you here, wet and desperate to ride my face, or get my fingers buried in your sweet little cunt.

I can leave you here horny and on edge for the rest of the night—unable to even think about finishing your article because you no longer have the promise of a reward to offset the desperation absolutely thrumming through you. Is that what you want, princess?”

Nancy was silent for several moments, fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat as she rubbed her thighs together to relieve some pressure. “No, sir, that’s not what I want.”

“Okay then. So I guess that means the both of us have some work to get back to then, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

Rob ducked down to press a soft kiss to Nancy’s kneecap. “Good girl. Get back to typing then, alright, love?”

“Okay.” Nancy’s breath was shaky, but she’d come back from the precipice. Robin sat back on her heels, waiting for the sound of Nancy’s typing to resume and pick up steam. When it did, Robin glided her hands up the outer expanse of Nancy’s thighs and drew her forward.

A little of the desperation had bled out of both of their systems, so Robin dipped back in with soft kitten licks, and trailed her fingers over Nancy’s skin in soft, exploratory touches. The sound of Nancy typing or flipping through pages of notes stayed constant, even as her breath occasionally hitched in her throat, or came out in a reedy whimper. Without Robin’s hands bracing themselves at the top of her thighs Nancy was also free to lift her hips up in short, juddering thrusts, chasing after Robin’s teasing tongue.

It was a twisted game of cat and mouse. Robin testing how slowly she could bring Nancy back to the edge again, while Nancy chased after her—only for Robin to dart out of reach again.

“R-Robbie, please,” Nancy cried when Robin began suckling at her clit. The sound of clacking keys went unbroken, so Robin didn’t stop, but she didn’t do anything else either. Didn’t speed up, or slow down, or add pressure. Just sat there, lazily sucking Nancy in her mouth like she was rolling a piece of hard candy across her tongue. Nancy’s gasping breaths sounded wet, and Robin couldn’t wait to crawl up from under the desk later to see if there were tear tracks running down her partner’s face. “Robbie, sir, I-I’m. I’m being so good, please let me come, please give me more, I’m so close, I’m so close…”

Robin wasn’t sure if Nancy was trying to say she was close to coming, or close to finishing the article, but she didn’t half care. Nancy’s hips were jerking upwards in aborted little thrusts, almost thoughtless as she chased sensation. Robin wanted to keep her dancing on that knife’s edge—but she also wanted to watch her topple over it. Wanted to turn each of Nancy’s limbs to jelly until she was a shaking, quivering mess under Robin’s hands. Itched to get her hand buried inside. To build the pressure there until it burst and washed all over them.

She’d wanted to wait until she’d gotten one good orgasm under their belt, but… Robin pulled away just enough to free her mouth, and Nancy moaned in frustration, legs twitching to try to hold Robin in place for the half second before she caught herself and relaxed.

“How much do you have left of your article, love?”

Nancy’s breath was coming in hard pants, and Robin could just make out the swell of her breasts as they rose and fell in turn. It took a couple false starts before Nancy seemed able to string together a semi-coherent set of words. “I…so close, Robs. Just…I need…please.”

Robin hummed, pressing a sweet kiss to Nancy’s stomach. “Okay, princess, change of plans: if you finish the article by the time I get you off, I’m gonna take you home and let you ride my face for as long as you want. If you don’t finish by the time I make you come, I’m gonna sit back on that table and get myself off while you finish up, okay?”

“F-fuck, Robs.” Robin could almost hear the way Nancy was dragging a hand through her hair. “Yes, okay. I understand.”

Robin grinned, sharp-edged and feral, even though Nancy couldn’t see it. “Good girl.” She pressed a swift kiss to Nancy’s stomach again and dove back in, this time holding nothing back. She went straight for Nancy’s clit, sucking at it with the determination to get right at that tipping point again as quickly as possible.

Robin kept one hand braced against Nancy’s hip—less to keep her in place than to dampen the force of her thrusts. Robin dragged the nails of her other hand along the inside of one thigh again, and Nancy near thrashed beneath her. Robin was at the end of her own patience, and as soon as her hand was at the crux of Nancy’s thighs she slipped two fingers inside her dripping wet cunt, meeting not even a moment’s resistance.

Nancy’s walls were plush and warm around her and she sunk into that heat, hooking her fingers upwards and hitting the spot that made Nancy writhe with a practiced precision.

“Robin!”

Nancy’s cry was the only thing Robin could hear over the blood pounding in her ears as she lapped at Nancy’s clit and rocked her fingers inside over and over. Robin faintly registered the feeling of one of Nancy’s hands falling to the top of her head, fingers tangling in the short strands of her hair. If Robin herself wasn’t halfway gone already—face and hand and heart buried in Nancy’s cunt—she might have had the presence of mind to pull back and scold her brat of a girlfriend for touching her out of turn. For breaking the rules of their arrangement—because though Nancy was capable of typing one-handed, the chances of that still being true when she was seconds away from climax was laughable. But Robin was so far past caring about rules or punishment or denial. All she wanted was for Nancy’s come to soak her face.

Robin moaned as Nancy pushed and pulled her into place, right where Nancy needed her. Nancy’s hips bucked up to meet each thrust of Robin’s hand, and they fell into each other like collapsing stars, spinning faster and faster until they met in one giant explosion. Nancy screamed, legs tightening around Robin’s head, and cunt clenching around her fingers like a vice as warm liquid gushed out of Nancy, flooding Robin’s face and dripping down to soak into the fabric of her shirt.

The moment Robin could extricate her hand from the crushing grip of Nancy’s cunt she did, so she could scramble upward. Nancy’s head was tossed back against her seat, chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath, body still trembling with the aftershocks, and face smudged with mascara.

But the second she saw Robin on her feet Nancy’s gaze turned sharp, hand darting out to grab a fistful of Robin’s shirt and yank her into a kiss, licking into her mouth like a woman starved as Nancy tried to sloppily clean her own spend from Robin’s face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t believe we’ve never done that before,” Nancy gasped into Robin’s mouth.

Robin hummed, tangling a hand in Nancy’s hair and pressing kisses down the side of her throat. “Yeah, I’m gonna be thinking about that for weeks.”

They traded frantic kisses for another few minutes, hands roaming over bits of skin they’d been unable to explore with Robin at Nancy’s feet. When they’d both settled again, breaths coming at more even intervals, Robin leaned back on the edge of Nancy’s desk to smile down at her. “So, did you finish your article?”

Nancy threw back her head and laughed. When she finished she dropped her head back down and canted it to the side to look past Robin’s side at her laptop. “I think I’ve probably got another sentence or two to get down.” Nancy tracked her eyes up to meet Robin’s gaze. “And I definitely have to proofread this before sending it for edits.”

Robin laughed too, warmth flooding her chest as she looked down at Nancy’s flushed face, eyes beautifully crinkled at their corners. “Think you could finish all that from home?”

Nancy tilted her head. “I could, yeah. Thought I was supposed to watch while you got yourself off in front of me though.”

Robin shrugged. “Thought it might be better from the comfort of our own bed.”

Nancy reached up to hook her fingers through Robin’s own, looking up at her with nothing less than pure love on her face. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

#ronance #ronance fic #nsft #read writes

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fastcardotmp3 · 2 years

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ronance kiki's delivery service au with Nancy as the young witch eager to leave home and start her big, exciting life only to find that sometimes big change has big impacts on how you see yourself and Robin as the enthusiastic inventor kid who takes one look at this new girl in town and is positively smitten with her.

it's about Nancy learning to have love for every version of herself, even the imperfect ones; it's about Robin learning that the right person will never think who she is is too much; it's about coming of age in tandem and the meeting in the middle of magic and mechanics and just!!

put Robin on a bike with a gang of weirdos and let Nancy discover that she's not too old to have unadulterated fun with people her own age! messy kids learning to trust in themselves and others!! there's fresh bread involved!!

#ronance #dot post #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #i just think they're neat

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kittythelitter · 9 months

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After some very cursory googling I have decided that family video had a copy of the original English dub of Nausicaa of the valley of the wind. (Which was apparently not very good because of how it was edited down and translated, and also called "Warriors of the wind" apparently my dad saw it in theaters when it first came to America with his mom- anyway)

Family video has a copy and Robin sees foreign film with a female protagonist and environmentalist message, and Eddie sees Japanese animated film with a cool fantasy-ish title and they decide to watch it for movie night and they LOVE it. Steve loves the ohmu even though they're scary and the little fox-squirrel (the ewoks were his favorite part of star wars). Robin like I was as a child is a little in love with Nausicaa and also has a crush on the very intense lady in the armor. Eddie wants to make a campaign about it.

Anyway the party gets really into studio Ghibli movies and tries to get copies and/or see theatrical releases of every English sub and dub they can.

I think Eddie's favorite is spirited away. Robin loves princess Mononoke. Steve loves all of them but especially Totoro (because he loves a fuzzy little guy) and whisper of the heart weirdly enough.

Dustin loves Laputa Castle in the Sky because of the big robot guys. Eleven loves Kiki's delivery service. Will has a crush on Howl but also loves Spirited Away. Mike says Spirited Away is his favorite (because will and Eddie like it) but cannot make it through Totoro without crying.

Nancy didn't like the original dub of Nausicaa that much but the full version is her favorite (second to princess Mononoke). Argyle also likes Nausicaa but mainly because of the plants/forest, and Totoro because he wants nothing more than to hug a Totoro. Jonathan likes Totoro because of the Mae and Satsuki's relationship.

Hopper likes porco Rosso even though he says they're all weird. Joyce loves kiki even though shes appalled that Kiki's parents let her just. Leave that young. She also loves Ponyo when it comes out.

Murray only likes the cat returns.

Please tell me what you think their favorite ghibli movies are/if you agree.

#stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stufio ghibli #ghibli movies #this is also steddie #because all my st posts are steddie.

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delightfulkingtyphoon · 1 year

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I made a new Slashers AU

Basically it takes place in the countryside of Brazil

In this AU, Jason is a farmer, Freddy Krueger is a cowboy who takes care of his cattle and his two sons, Ghostface and Leatherface (Ghostface and Leatherface are freddy's adopted sons lol) Jason has a love interest in Freddy but he tries to hide it (which he fails miserably because he can't be discreet lol)

Michael Myers is a gold digger, but who dreams passionately of his beloved Laurie Strode, to demonstrate his passion, he plays songs on his guitar. Laurie has a delivery service around town, She casually finds Michael Myers playing his guitar. Michael likes her a lot, but he doesn't even try to talk to her out of embarrassment.

Pinhead is also in the AU, but he's a priest (which he basically is lmao) Candyman is also in the AU, he paints those paintings that we see on the walls of the church (There is a name for this type of painting, but I don't remember the name 😩)

I made some art for the AU

This art here was for a specific chapter on my fanfic where Jason went to talk to Nancy

Oh yes, Nancy is in the AU. she is a florist (But she also sells other "substances" besides flowers, if you know what I mean)

I'm still planning to write some other chapters where Ghostface (Danny Johnson) doesn't really like the way Jason is getting closer to Freddy (his father) That typical jealousy that some children have with their parents

This is my look for Danny Johnson in my fanfic

I will still draw more characters for my Fanfic and some additional ones

I already posted some chapters of my Fanfic on Wattpad (the chapters are in Brazilian Portuguese) Maybe I'll post some English version on the same site or on another fanfic platform in the future

@johnnytesticles

#slashers #freddy krueger #candyman #jason voorhees #pinhead #my art #my au stuff #my au #ghostface #leatherface #slasher fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #cowboys

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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Midnight Runner part 2

18+ Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: having a crush during the end of the world was difficult

Warnings: season 4 canon scenes just fruitier, coming out, teasing, flirting, overprotective steve

word count: 9.4k

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Steve convinces Robin to take a trip to the grocery store before heading over to pick up Dustin and Max. She doesn’t question it, she thinks it’s actually kinda cute that he wants to take care of Eddie as much as he can. He gets mostly snacks, things for breakfast and a pack of cigarettes for good measure.

Withdrawal isn’t fun and he was stressed as fuck, Steve would want a smoke too.

They didn’t talk much about it last night, not that Robin didn’t try and ask why he was being so quiet, Steve just didn’t know what to say. He has had these mixed feelings about Eddie for years… he was loud and opinionated and seemingly fearless. He had no problem biting back, sometimes he started shit for fun and he always knew how to end it. He’s probably been in more fights than Steve and yet Steve has never seen him with a black eye. Anytime Steve saw him on the bench outside the principal's office, he was waiting for his uncle to pick him up after another suspension with an icepack on his ringless fingers. He can't remember if he had his rings on that night… he was so caught up in the feeling of everything else that he can't place those little details anymore.

He couldn’t wait to see Eddie again. After a long night of only thinking about him, he wanted nothing more than to be in his presence and see his eyes and hear his voice. He knew he was pretty before, but now he was everything… he’s almost glad he never believed Robin that his mystery man was Eddie because a year of this crush he was feeling would’ve killed him. One day is already almost unbearable.

In the car, Dustin and Max explain everything they heard on the radio that night and Robin tells them that they couldn’t get a hold of Nancy, apparently, she was working late at the newspaper and must’ve stayed out… Mrs. Wheeler was worried about her, and wanted them to call if or when they heard from her, just to be safe with everything going on.

At least one of their parents was worried for them.

Everyone takes a bag out of Steve’s trunk and walks them back towards the boat house. The street is quiet, the lake is empty apart from the ducks that can be heard… and what sounds like a loon?

“Delivery service!” Dustin announces their presence as soon as the door opens.

They find Eddie in the corner, broken beer bottle still in hand, terrified, “Jesus Christ!”

Steve just smiles and gives him a little wave, the kind where all his fingers wiggle and he can’t help but smile harder. “Hi…”

Eddie sighs and relaxes, “hi.”

“We come bearing gifts,” Robin says, walking over to him while opening one of the bags, “you’re not lactose intolerant right?”

He laughs, “no… what did you bring?”

“We thought you’d like some cereal and chips… and goldfish? There’s some water, a few cokes and chocolate milk,” Robin explains.

Eddie takes a seat with his things and immediately rips open the box of cereal, he accompanies it with chocolate milk, alternating between handfuls of cereal and swigs of milk, he eats like a feral dog.

"So we’ve got some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer?" Dustin asks before diving in.

“Bad news first, always,” looks at him like he should know that already.

“We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro and they’re definitely looking for you… also, they’re uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.” Dustin explains.

“Like 100% kinda convinced,” Max adds, having been there in Dustin's room when the transitions came through.

“And the good news?” Eddie looks at Dustin with a glimmer of hope still shining in his eyes.

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet,” Robin answers, drawing his attention that way, all while Steve is leaning against the post, watching Eddie with a sorrowful feeling in his chest. The poor boy didn’t deserve this and there was no way for Steve to make it better for him.

“But if we found out about you, it’s only a matter of time before others do, too, and once that gets out everyone and their shallow-minded mother is going to be gunning for you,” Robin keeps rambling, knowing much more about Eddie than the other kids, she knew what things the town was going to say about him and the name started with and F.

“Hunt the Freak, right?” Eddie look her in the eye, he could tell she meant a different word but it still fit.

“Exactly.”

“Shit.”

“So, before that happens,” Dustin, ever the optimist, jumps in to soothe his anxiety. “We need to find Vecna, kill him and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all, Dustin? That’s all?” Eddie almost snaps because that doesn’t seem simple in the slightest.

“Yeah, no, yeah that’s pretty much it…”

Eddie looks like he could reach over and strangle him, it wasn’t going to be simple, not now, not ever. Even if the plan worked, the cops weren’t going to believe it was a monster from another world that did it. There were monsters in America doing crimes just as bad as this shit every fucking day, no one ever thought it would happen in Hawkins, but it is. Bringing justice to the victims, especially the pretty little white cheerleader, is going to come at a price and sometimes that price was paid by someone the jury of his peers simply didn’t like.

Him.

“Listen, Eddie,” Robin draws him back out of it. “I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this stuff before— I mean, they have…”

Eddie turns to Steve, shocked that this was something he had lived through… which means all the stories Dustin had about Steve being a badass were real. He really did know how to kill anything, he really has protected Dustin from a pack of wolves… even if they were actually from a hell dimension. Steve kept him safe. Steve fought for him. Maybe he’d fight for me too?

“A—a few times, and I have once,” Robin keeps talking, still clearly traumatized by it all. “Mine was more human-flesh-based and theirs was more smoke-related— but bottom line is, collectively, I really think we’ve got this.”

Steve finally chirps in then, “yeah, see we usually rely on this girl who has superpowers, but uh, they went bye-bye, so…”

“Sore we’re technically in more of uh…” Robin tries to keep the assurance up, but everyone else also struggles to find a silver lining.

“Brainstorming phase?” Max finally finds the word.

“Brainstorming!” Steve snaps his fingers and points at him with a smile.

“There’s—there’s nothing to worry about?” Dustin’s voice goes up a pitch like it usually does when he’s lying, causing Eddie to roll his eyes.

Steve scoffs, laughing because he felt awkward, it felt like there was very little hope… especially without Nancy and Joyce. They always knew what to do.

The sound of the siren draws their attention away from Dustin's failed attempt at comforting Eddie. “Tarp! Tarp now!” Robin points to the boat, ushering Eddie over to it and pulling the blue sheet over him.

They rush to the window of the boathouse, crowding the pane, Steve stands on his tip-toes to watch an ambulance head up the road with two cop cars close behind. It isn’t even really a question if they’re going to follow it or not, Dustin simply grabs his bag and heads to the door with Max and Robin in tow. Steve stalls, knowing they have to leave Eddie if they want to go investigate, and he hates leaving him alone, but who else was going to drive the kids towards the danger? Max? Never again.

He takes a moment to tell Eddie it was just an ambulance and they’re going to check it out, he kneels beside the boat and pats Eddie on the shoulder just as he pulls the tarp back, ready to talk but Eddie grabs his wrist, keeping his hand there, “radio me later and tell me what’s going on? Me and Dustin use 96.6 on the AM frequency, no one else should be on it if you have his walkie…”

“Yeah, I will,” he gives him a sweet smile, “don’t worry.”

Steve had the worrying covered for him.

—

They’re alone in the car for maybe 5 seconds before Dustin brings it up, “so… are we gonna talk about… it?”

Steve is too busy watching the door, making sure Max is safe, “huh? Sorry, talk about what?”

For a moment he panics, thinking Dustin saw the way he looked at Eddie, or maybe picked up on all the things Steve bought for Eddie with his own money to make sure he was fed while hiding… or the way Eddie touched him before he left? But no, he once again thinks Steve is in love with every woman he speaks to.

“Your temporary insanity earlier today when you basically threw yourself at Nance?” Dustin exaggerates what just happened at the trailer park.

“First of all, that’s not what happened,” Steve corrects him.

“Pretty sure that’s what happened,” Dustin shrugs, always having to be right.

“No.”

“It was pretty public, there were like a lot of witnesses.”

“Are you implying that I still have a thing for Nance?” Steve just gets it out in the open for him.

“I’m not implying… I’m stating,” Dustin teases as if he’s trying to piss him off. “AND as it relates to your steadfast refusal to date Robin, it’s pretty much the only logical option…”

Steve huffs, that’s the part that makes his blood fill with rage, “thats not the only one… And as for Nance, I was just trying to protect a friend.”

Dustin bites the inside of his lip so he won’t laugh, not believing him at all.

“A friend, Henderson. A Friend. Okay?”

“Okay,” Dustin agrees to settle it but Steve can see in his face that he’s just going to bring it up another time, he wasn’t going to let go of it that easily.

“I don’t want to find her in the morning with her eyes sucked out the front of her skull by this Vecna creep!!” Steve panics and tells him half of the truth. He wasn’t sure if the real truth would bode well with him… sure, Mrs. Henderson was a democrat but that didn’t mean their household was okay with gay people.

The last thing he needed was to lose Dustin at a time like this.

Dustin laughs at him, it’s always funny when Steve is the one to get into these panic rambles. “You’re like bright red in the face right now.”

“No I’m not, I don’t want to talk about it— I’ll punch you so hard in your face your teeth’ll fall back out.”

Mean girl Steve jumped out before he even has a chance to realize the cage was open, he reels her back in and turns to Dustin as he registers what was said, a look of pure regret on his face.

“Woah, too far,” Dustin stares back at him, worried… he’s never been on the receiving end of Steve’s bad attitude.

There’s a pause, they look at each other completely seriously, understanding it was all a bit and it’s over now. “Not cool. Sorry,” he apologizes immediately.

“Not cool, but it’s okay,” Agrees and accepts, nodding softly and smiling, “seriously though… why is it that you’re just friends with two of the prettiest girls I know?”

It's now or never. The last thing he needed was Dustin asking him about the girls in front of Eddie. He didn’t need Eddie thinking he was just some one-time jock in the forest who wanted to try something and never talk about it again. He really liked Eddie. When this is all over, he wants to get to know Eddie better than ever before, better than anyone else knows him. And Dustin was his key to doing that.

“Did you ever consider the fact that maybe girls aren’t the only people I like…?”

Dustin is a bit taken aback by it, he purses his lips and thinks about it for a sec, and then he smiles “really?”

Steve nods, “yeah, so I spend a lot of my time talking to Robin about boys I like… and girls too. I’m just hung up on someone who isn’t Nancy, and it’s not Robin either, I’m just not ready to talk to you about it.”

“Okay,” Dustin is super understanding, “sorry for bugging you all the time, before, I never would’ve thought… but it’s cool. It’s really cool, you’d be a great boyfriend to another dude.”

“Thanks,” he manages to smile. “It’s only you and Robin who know… so don’t tell anyone—

“I would never,” Dustin reaches over and lays his hand on Steve's arm, “I promise.”

“Good,” he pulls Dustin into a hug and pats his back before he lets him go. “Thank you.”

“No problem, man,” Dustin leans back in his seat and looks out the front window as if nothing happened. “Can you not tell me because he’s not out yet and you want him to choose when I find out?”

“No… it’s kinda one-sided right now,” Steve admits. “I would call it a crush but I don’t want you to tease me.”

“No, no, it’s cute,” Dustin smirks, trying not to laugh at him. “Do I know him?”

“Maybe?” He lies, he thinks it’s convincing enough. “I barely know him.”

Dustin looks at him with a smirk, “you know, I have other gay friends who I could hook you up with?”

Steve looks at him funny, “you know other gay people?”

He nods, “yeah, why else do you think we’re all searching for fantasy worlds? This one isn’t accepting, trust me, I know… so we made a cool world in our game where we can all be different and it’s allowed… and I have a feeling based on who has a boyfriend in the game, I know who would love to have a real boyfriend.”

“Are you… gay?” Steve can’t help but ask, they’re more similar than Steve realizes, sometimes.

Dustin shrugs, “never thought too hard about it but it doesn’t gross me out to think about kissing a boy, so, who knows? I’ve just always been bullied for my disability, so in dungeons and dragons I can be both smart and agile, I don’t have to worry about breaking something or being in pain for days after a big game. I feel normal there. Everyone else does too.”

“I’m glad you have that,” Steve smiles thinking about how happy Dustin is after every game and how much that has to do with Eddie. “We really need to find a way to get the police to believe that it wasn’t Eddie… we can’t have you losing that.”

“Right,” Dustin, once again, see’s through him. “So you can take him out on a date after?”

“Do I need to take it too far again?” Steve teases, looking at him with a fake sense of dominance while holding his fist up. He smiles, breaking character and the two of them crack up. Laughing almost too hard to notice Max running towards the car.

—

If Vecna wanted to curse people with sad home lives, why didn’t he just pick Steve?

He’s the only one awake still, involuntarily taking the first watch while the rest of the party went to sleep. Mrs. Wheeler was fine with everyone staying now that she knew where Nancy was, she just made them separate at night. Steve had Dustin and Lucas with him down in the basement while Max and Robin were sharing a sleeping bag on Nancy’s bedroom floor.

Steve has been watching them sleep for about 30 minutes, they’ve been snoring the whole time, he doesn’t think they’ll wake up if he moves but he still gets up slowly. He reaches for Dustin's bag and pulls the walkie out from the front pocket and backs away from their sleeping spot. They don’t even budge, thank god.

In the back corner of the Wheeler’s basement, behind the stairs, is the laundry room and the utility closet, just far enough away from the boys that he wouldn’t be heard. He sits down with his back against the dryer and uses the light on the water heater to see the frequency gauge on the radio.

He moves it to 96.6 and holds down the talk button, “Eddie, you there?”

“Steve?” Eddie questions, knowing for sure it’s not Dustin’s voice coming through. “What’s going on?”

“Do you remember a kid named Fred Benson? He was on the newspaper team with Nancy?”

“Yeah, I know him,” Eddie says with a sigh, he could already tell where this was going.

“So uh, Fred died just like Chrissy. He was at your trailer with Nance to interview Wayne and then he disappeared into the woods and they found him this morning where Cornwallis meet’s Lover’s Lane,” Steve explains and then lets go of the button.

The radio static is all that can be heard, and Eddie is quiet. Too quiet. “You copy?” Steve asks, worried he never heard him.

“Yeah, yeah sorry… Do you think the trailer park is cursed?”

“That’s what I asked when we went back to get Nancy’s car,” Steve shares with a slight smile on his face. It was weird talking to him and not playfully pissing the other off. “But uh, we’ve got more bad news… both Chrissy and Fred were getting headaches, bad dreams and visions before they died, it started gradually and then got worse until they died. It’s probably why Chrissy wanted drugs, she couldn’t handle it alone…”

“She seemed really fucked up, I mean, she’d have to be to come to me?” Eddie believes it, “I guess the trailer park isn’t cursed then because they got sick before coming to the park, they just all happened to die near it?”

Steve hates that he has to tell him this next part.

“Max admitted to us that she has all the symptoms and we were there for her vision… it was so freaky, I’m sorry you had to see the whole thing with Chrissy.”

Eddie bypasses the niceties and goes right to the issue at hand, “So we’re 3 for 3 on connections to just my trailer now,” Eddie says with a sigh.

“Yeah, but at least that gave us somewhere to start looking,” Steve assures him.

“Did you find anything?”

“When Nancy was there with Fred, your uncle told her all about Victor Creel and how he killed his family in the 50’s… she went to the Library and found some articles about it and they’re going to look into it more tomorrow, so I’m not sure if we’ll be able to come see you at all?”

“That’s okay,” Eddie replied, he didn’t really mind.

“Are you okay being there all alone?” Steve asks, still worried for him. It’s just his luck that the first person he’s crushed this hard on since Nancy would end up being wanted for murder. The last thing he needs is for Eddie to get cursed too. “You’re not feeling any of the symptoms?”

“I mean, I have a headache from being up for almost 3 days and when I do sleep I get nightmares because I’m processing the trauma… but yeah, I’m fine. It just sucks being here ‘cause I’m a little afraid of the dark… I’m not gonna lie, Steve, it’s a lot scarier now that I know what’s out there,” Eddie admits.

“I’m sorry…but you’re okay? You still have snacks and you’re warm enough?”

“Dustin wasn’t kidding when he said you were like a mother hen,” Eddie teased him.

Steve laughs then too, holding the button down so he catches the end of his giggle, “yeah, yeah, I take care of the people I care about, sue me, Munson.”

“You care about me, Harrington?” Eddie asks with a fondness in his voice that Steve can hear.

“Yeah,” Steve answers, squeezing his eyes closed with regret. “I mean, Dustin loves you so if anything happened to you he’d be deviated… I have to take care of you for his sake.”

“Yeah, no, I get it, you’re doing it for the kids…” Eddie sounded disappointed almost. “Um, thanks again for the groceries, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I’m sure Reefer Rick doesn’t have anything edible— I mean, he probably does, I should say he doesn’t have anything that won’t get you high when you eat it in his house,” Steve teases, “I wasn’t going to let you starve, it’s bad enough you’re wanted for murder.”

“Do they really think I was able to kill Fred too? Why don’t they think I’m a victim too if they can’t find me?” Eddie asks, “it’s just straight-up bad police work to think it’s me?”

“If only Hopper was still here, he knew all about this shit,” Steve admits. “He died closing the last gate that opened under the mall.”

“From the girl with the superpowers?”

“No, actually the Russian’s made it but thats another story,” Steve doesn’t want to get into it either. “El closed the first one and Hop died closing the second…. he like adopted her and everything before he died but now she lives with Jonathan Byers and his mom and brother,” Steve explains, “and we can’t get ahold of them in California, so I don’t know what we’re going to do.”

“I should’ve known there was more to that zombie boy story…”

“Yeah… it’s just gotten crazier each year,” Steve can’t believe it either, and this is his 4th go-around. “But we’ve won 3 times, so…”

“The odds look good,” Eddie agrees, somewhat optimistically. “Can you give me the stats, what kills this thing? What’s its weakness?”

“Well, the mindflayer doesn’t like heat so we’ve been just lighting everything on fire, we used fireworks last time cause the monster was fucking huge when normally they’re like either little dog size things and their mouths open like those flowers that eat flies— Venus fly traps, thats it, and there’s some that are like 8 feet tall scary men sized dudes, we call them demogorgons, they also have the big opening mouth for a head, it’s fucking horrific,” Steve doesn’t mean to ramble but he’s never really been able to tell anyone about this stuff, other than Robin.

Eddie stays quiet on the other end, “they’re cold-blooded if they don’t like heat… which would make sense cause you said their world is nasty and dark, right?”

“Yeah, only Nancy, Joyce, Hopper and Will have actually been in the upside down and come back alive, I was in these tunnels between the worlds with the kids— once again, setting shit on fire, to give the others an upper hand… It all works like a hive mind if you burn one thing the whole system suffers.”

“So this Vecna fucker must be the puppet master,” Eddie agrees, “were the other monsters just feelers for what he could do or do you think this is an evolutionary thing?”

“Evolutionary?”

“Yeah, like in my games sometimes one villain has multiple evolutions, it starts small and then gets bigger and badder as time goes on and they take more souls and shit,” Eddie explains. “Maybe that’s why Chrissy and Fred ended up so broken like that… it’s like Vecna is sucking their life force out of them for his own gain?”

“The thing we fought last time was a bunch of infected people from Hawkins who all turned to mush and then formed one big monster with a gaping mouth and 6 legs… it was huge, like the size of a monster truck.” Steve shares, “So it’s like he found a cleaner approach to absorbing them?”

“Make sure you tell Nancy that in the morning,” Eddie says as a way of agreeing with him. “That could be really important.”

“I will, they’ll figure something out with it, I know it,” Steve assures him.

“You should get some sleep,” Eddie cares about him right back. “Those kids need you at your best.”

He can’t help but smile like a fool, “okay… are you going to sleep tonight?”

“Honestly? Probably not,” he admits, feeling a lot more comfortable with Steve now… “but I’m going to let you go, have a good night, Steve.”

“Try to sleep for me?” Steve asks, softer than ever before. “Head back into the main house and crawl into Rick's bed and just try… take care of yourself.”

“Thanks, mom,” he teases Steve one last time and then he’s gone. Radio off, hopefully heading back inside to sleep.

Steve sits there for a few more minutes with the radio pulled to his chest in a semi-hug, he wanted this to work out more than anything in the world.

—

Eddie hears a car pull up to the main house just after 3 pm that afternoon, one that doesn’t sound like Steve's or Nancy’s, it sounds bigger. He thinks maybe they brought a different vehicle after whatever they were up to that led to their radio silence all day… but he can’t see the road from where he is in the boathouse.

Sure enough, he heard 3 doors slam followed up by the worst voice he knew.

“Come on out, Freak!” Jason called out, letting him know they were coming for him.

He crouches by the window, staying low and still so no one sees him back there. He takes his walkie in hand and holds down the button, “Hey, Dustin? You there? It’s Eddie. You remember me, right?”

Nothing.

“Hey, uh, if… anyones there, I really think I might be in a bit of trouble here. Okay?”

Still nothing.

“Wheeler?” He begs, peaking out the window to see if the jocks have spotted the boat house yet.

“Steve?!” His voice gets a bit louder, more panicked and then he reaches a new level of desperation, he smacks the radio and almost yells through gritted teeth, “anybody?!?”

Still absolutely fucking nothing.

He shakes his head in disbelief and quickly gets back under the tarp in the boat, he’ll just pretend he’s not there as long as humanly possible… he hears them shouting his name and other derogatory terms around the yard and from inside the house, threatening to kill him if they find him. After about an hour, they quiet down. It becomes a once-a-half-hour thing for one of them to yell for Eddie as they tore the house apart worse than the police when they arrested Rick.

The sun eventually goes down around 8:30, after hours and hours of hiding, he finally hears Jason say what he’s been so afraid of.

“Has anyone checked the boathouse?”

He takes a deep breath and accepts his fate, he could either sit there and wait and hope they’re not as smart as Steve to start poking around where they didn’t belong… or, he could grab an oar and he could start to paddle out across Lovers Lake, towards Skull Rock. Before he can even think it over, his instincts kick in and he’s rowing his boat away from the dock.

He gets about halfway into the lake when Jason spots him, once again, calling out for the freak. Shit.

Now that he’s been seen, he doesn’t give a fuck about being loud with the motor running, so he pulls the cord on the engine as hard as he can… and nothing. “Come on! Just come on!!”

Jason is ripping off his suit jacket, newly returned from his girlfriend's funeral, he was manic as fuck and scarier than ever. In a moment of desperation, Eddie leans towards the engine and begs her to cooperate, “come on, sweetheart, you’ve gotta help me out here…”

And to no avail, she’s dead in his hands too. Nothing seems to be going right for him. Not now. Not ever.

His anger builds the more he yanks on the cord, “you… piece… of.. shit… Goddamn it!!” He finally smacks the engine and grabs the oar again, he had to do everything himself.

By now, Jason is in the water and swimming towards him like a piranha that smells blood. Eddie paddles as fast as he can, just hoping and praying he makes it to the other side and Jason gets a fucking cramp or something so he has enough time to run. He really needs to be able to run. He was not going to die in the hands of Jason Carver, that would be fucking pathetic.

They’re so close to grabbing onto the boat and slowing him down. One wrong move and they could tip him out, grab a hold of him and drown him before he even has a chance to swim. He paddles faster and faster, always getting just a mere metre ahead of them when Patrick stops.

“Hey, come on, let’s go! We almost have him!” Jason calls out to him, causing Eddie to stop too.

He stands with the oar in his hand, waving it like a sword, “stay back!! Stay back, you hear me?!”

“Patrick?” Jason calls again, more concerned. “Patrick!!” He turns to Eddie, treading water and breathing heavily, “what did you do? What kind of devil work is… oh my god?” Jason's attention is pulled to his friend who is now floating out of the water and into the air.

“Not again,” Eddie doesn’t want to be there when it happens this time. He sits back down and paddles faster than ever before.

He runs before he can hear the sound of their bones breaking, the cartilage twisting and that awful snap and crunch… it’s the worst sound known to man and he hears it every time he closes his eyes already. He didn’t need to witness it again. He doesn’t turn back when he hears Jason's screams and cries for his friend, or when there’s the inevitable splash that indicates it's all over.

Vecna took yet another life in close proximity to him.

He gets all the way to the other side of the lake and jumps out of the boat, he doesn’t tie it down or give a shit where it ends up, he’s got to go. He runs like a bat out of hell through the woods while his mind races in a million different directions. He didn’t even realize he left the radio in the boat until he reaches an all-too-familiar spot in the woods.

The tree where it all started.

He stops dead in his tracks and turns towards it, he grips the bark like his life depends on it and then wraps his arms around it. He holds onto the fucking tree like it's his lover after a long war, his chest is heaving, and he’s so tired and out of breath and scared. He’s so fucking scared he could have a heart attack and die right here… but right here is where he belonged. Right here is safe and holy and good. He drops down to the ground, still leaning against the tree as he takes a deep breath and another one, he rubs the tree bark to ground himself with the texture and returns all rational thought back to his brain.

He would stay here tonight. No one will be cruising with a murderer on the loose and the cops had better things to do than dish out public indecency charges tonight. He was truly safe here. In the morning, however, he’d go back to the shoreline, he would get the radio from the boat and he’ll call for Steve… or Dustin. Either way, he’ll probably see Steve tomorrow.

He knew Gareth was right about his mystery midnight runner being Steve, he accepted it a while ago, actually. He just never expected Steve to be anything more than a jock. He didn’t expect him to be soft and caring and funny… he knew he was pretty sure, but his soft heart made him beautiful.

And to think that just last year Steve was playing basketball with the same kids that are trying to now kill Eddie right now… it was a strange double life that Steve led. He was both cool and responsible. He was a babysitter and a whore. He sucked dick like a god and left most of the women in Hawkins satisfied too.

He’s a bloody mystery that Harrington, boy.

And if Eddie liked anything for sure, it was a challenge. Getting Steve Harrington to like him back was going to be just that and so much more… he just had to live long enough to see it through.

—

Eddie called and asked Nancy for more food yesterday morning, they didn’t have time to visit him at all during the morning and then everything with Max got worse so Steve was preoccupied. By the time Steve sat back down by the dyer to call Eddie, it was almost midnight again and he didn’t pick up the radio at all… it left Steve with a pit in his stomach that wouldn’t go away.

Dustin was snoring with his mouth wide open, snuggled into a pillow on the floor, he let Lucas have the full couch tonight. Lucas stayed up a bit longer than he should’ve, worried for the girl he loved, he stared at Max until his eyes got heavy and sleep took over… which was exactly when Max stopped pretending she didn’t still love him, she walked over to the couch and wrapped a blanket over him, she kissed his forehead and went right back to the desk in the corner as if nothing happened.

Steve saw it all happen from the laundry room, she saw him talking to the walkie and just turned her music up louder, giving him the privacy that he didn’t need because Eddie wouldn’t pick up. Every few minutes he asked the same question on the radio, “hello? Anyone there?” Not wanting to say his name because he had no idea who else was on the line, anyone in the town could be on this frequency. Yet no one answered.

He moves back over to the couch with the radio on a low volume so he could still hear Eddie if he called but it wouldn’t startle the kids awake. He watches Max in the corner, her headphones on and music blasted, she was drawing in the corner with a little light on, perfectly fine.

Dustin's watch starts to beep at 4:30, Steve watches him sit right up and rub his eyes with a groan. He lets out a huff and then turns to Steve, “my turn to keep watch.”

“I’m good,” Steve waves him off. “Go back to sleep.”

“Nope,” Dustin stretches, his voice almost disappearing as all the air in his lungs is expelled. He takes another deep breath and then stands up, “I’m going to pee, your eyes better be closed when I get back out.”

“Fine,” Steve wasn’t going to fight with him, he simply clutches the radio a bit tighter and settles into the chair in a comfortable position.

His eyes are closed for barely 2 minutes when his brain wanders into sleep, his head drops forward and his breathing picks up. It makes Dustin smile when he comes back from the bathroom, he puts a blanket on Steve’s lap and leaves him be. He needed this rest.

He wakes up clutching a pillow like his life depended on it, startled and alarmed by how peaceful the sleep was until now. He stared at the black nothingness of his closed eyelids for 4 hours straight before Nancy was waking him up with a shake.

“We’ve gotta get ready to go, I’ve still got some of your clothes in my room if you want to change,” She admits. “Track pants and a yellow sweater?”

“Kay,” he hums, rubbing his eyes until he sees blue and green dots and his head starts to feel like he’s spinning. “Anything happening?”

“There are reports of another body being found, we need to go see—

“Eddie?” he wakes right up, realizing he doesn’t have the walkie anymore, he looks around the room and he’s the only one still downstairs. “Has anyone contacted him?”

She shakes her head, “still nothing.”

“Let’s go,” he rushes past her up the stairs to the main floor and then up more stairs on her way to Nancy’s room. The boys were rifling through Mike's drawers for new shirts while Robin and Max wore something from the bags they packed days ago, at the start of all this. They came prepared.

He changes in the bathroom as quickly as possible and returns to Nancy’s room with his keys in hand, “I’m going to take Dustin to the store, Eddie said he was hungry yesterday… we’ll be back in 15?”

“Okay,” Nancy doesn’t care that he’s all concerned for Eddie like he’s his lover, but Robin smirks at him. “Remember, he asked for beer when he called and with this news… he’s going to need it.”

—

When they roll up to Rick’s house, there’s a media frenzy and a million and 1 cop cars lining the streets. They all rush up behind a news van just in time to hear the inevitable. “We have named a person of interest… Eddie Munson.”

“Ah man,” Steve groans. “This is not good. Really not good.”

Everyone agreed but no one says anything, they just glance at each other, feeling a bit more than defeated. They felt hopeless.

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler?” Eddies voice crackles through the radio about too loud for where they are.

Dustin is quick to pull the radio out and turn the volume down, “Eddie, holy shit? Are you okay?”

“Nah man, pretty… pretty fuckin’ far from it, actually,” he admits, sounding totally and utterly devastated.

“Where is he?” Robin asks just as Dustin hits the button to talk back. “Where are you?” He asks.

“Skull rock, uh, do you know it?” He asks, probably because Dustin's a kid, he shouldn’t know the most popular make-out spot in Hawkins.

“Uh, yeah?” Dustin answers and turns to Lucas, “that’s near Cornwallis and—

“Garrett,” Steve finishes his sentence for him and pats his shoulder, running back to the car. “Yeah, I know where that is.”

Nancy tosses Steve the keys and they all follow him back to her car, he drives like a crazy person when he needs to, and they needed him to. They all pile back into the station wagon and he basically burns out, leaving tire marks on the asphalt.

He takes them down lover's lane back to Cornwallis for just a mile until he turns onto Garrett, heading up another mile to an all too familiar spot. The snow was long gone but the snowmobile trail was still there, he takes the car off the road and onto the trail, making everyone in the car scream and hold onto things to stay steady. He’s only off the road not even 20 seconds when he comes to an abrupt halt behind some bushes, “it's north from here.”

“Got it,” Dustin replies, digging out his compass while the gang gets out of Nancy’s car.

“And you said I was a risky driver!?” Max complains, straightening out her shirt and taking a deep breath. “That was insane?”

“I’m sorry, but we’ve gotta find him before the cops do?” Steve reminds her, feeling snippier than ever. He doesn’t stand around to listen to her answer, he starts walking in the direction he knows they should be going while they all follow.

“Damn, okay, what happened to you thinking he could’ve done this?” She can’t help but ask as she runs up beside him.

“He means a lot to Dustin… I’m not letting another one of you go through what you and Nancy have,” he admits… it’s not a lie, but it’s not where his true intentions lay either.

“Yeah, no, I get it,” she backs down. “But who’s going to take care of you?”

“What?” He stops.

“Who’s going to take care of you so that he doesn’t lose you? You’re the most important person he has, Steve, killing yourself to keep us safe is going to hurt him just as badly,” she reminds him, sounding a lot wiser than she should at 14.

He wraps his arm around her and keeps walking, “you can, how about that?”

“Deal,” she laughs and shoves his arm off of her, still not a touchy person.

Lucas catches up to them, hands full of groceries, Robin has another bag only she has chosen to walk with Nancy. Dustin has his compass and takes the lead, and it’s all fine and dandy until Steve starts to notice the same tree again and again… he tries to tell Dustin this, but he makes Steve look at the compass, he gives him a snarky lesson on how they work and Steve shoves him into a bush lightly.

“Hey!”

“Dude, I’m telling you, you’re taking us the wrong way,” Steve argues. “I know these woods better than any of you. This is the wrong direction.

“It’s north, I’m positive, I double-checked the map.”

“You do realize Skull Rock is like a really popular make-out spot?” Steve starts to lose his cool.

“Yeah, so?”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t popular until I made it popular,” Steve brags. “Alright? I practically invented it… we’re heading in the wrong direction.”

At this point he’s fed up and anxious, he cuts to his left and just starts going out on his own. He jogs downhill, jumps over twigs and keeps going no matter what Dustin says.

“Steve?!” Dustin simply calls after him, not wanting to admit he’s wrong.

“Stop whining and trust me!!” He starts to run, making up for lost time.

These were his woods. He played pretend out here as a kid, he followed his idiot friends out here to party and smoke, he had his first beer by the lake with Tommy… he had his first time by the lookout in his Beamer… and he met Eddie at that tree.

He stops just for a second to look at the tree, knowing skull rock was just a stone's throw from where they are. He keeps going, through the bushes and past the overgrown branches, “oh, boom!” He cheers when he finally sees it. “Bada-bing bada-boom, there she is, Henderson, skull rock.”

He holds the branches back so that the rest of the party can make it to the clearing in front of the giant rock formation. “In your face, man, in your stupid, cocky, little face.”

“It doesn’t make sense?” Dustin stares at him like he grew two heads and then back to the rocks.

“Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you right in the face, you can't admit it. You just can’t admit it that you’re wrong, you little butthead,” Steve drags on, eyes trailing the place for any sign of Eddie.

He drops down from the rock then, “I concur,” he announces his presence, drawing Steve's attention right to him, he has to try not to smile, instead, he turns away and rubs his face. “You, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.”

“Jesus, we thought you were a goner,” Dustin sighs, walking into Eddie's space and stealing a hug from him.

“Yeah, me too man,” he sighs, patting his back while staring at Steve, he lets him go and keeps staring.

Steve gives him a smile and a nod, playing it cool when on the inside he wanted to run over to him and wrap him up in a hug, himself and make sure he was okay. He wanted to hold his face in his hands and look him over, he wanted to brush his hair out of his face and look into his eyes and— and he really needed to stop thinking about it.

Robin walks up to Eddie then, “hey, you’re okay?”

He nods, “yeah, as good as I can be.”

Steve didn’t even realize that Robin and Max were carrying the groceries for Eddie, not until Robin started handing him things, “how long have you been out here?”

“Since like 10 pm,” he explains, ripping into the bad for literally anything, he was so hungry he could eat a horse. “Tweedle dee and dumb chased me into the lake and then Patrick started to float and I couldn’t be there… I couldn’t handle it again so I did the thing that I do now. I ran.”

Eddie takes a box of cereal out of the paper bag, they’re cinnamon toast crunch this time because Steve thought he might like something different. He all but moans when he sees the box, “oh I’m so fucking excited to eat, I haven’t had anything since I called Nancy yesterday morning…”

“Dustin ate most of your Pringles,” Max teases, handing him the other bag of groceries and Lucas hands him the pack of beer, too.

“You’re a godsend,” he thanks Nancy, his eyes are like 10x bigger than normal, and he’s so happy he could cry…

“Steve got it all,” Nancy points and Steve straightens out, looking terrified as all eyes shift to him. “He’s the only one that can get beer…”

Eddie gasps, knowing he’s older than Steve and still not able to buy beer himself… “Harrington, do you have a fake ID?”

He nods, “yep… one of my dad's business partners is 27, he gave me his old licence. Don’t expect me to get you booze all the time now.”

“Well, thank you,” Eddie gives him a sweet smile. “But what the fuck took you guys so long?”

“We have a lot to tell you,” Nancy sighs, she takes a can of Pringles from Eddie’s snacks and leans against the rock. “We’re going to be here a while, dig in.”

—

“Sick, thats just fucking sick,” Eddie’s sarcasm is palpable, he shakes his head and rubs his eyes, it was a lot of information all at once and the only thing that really stood out was the now Eddie was wanted for not 1, but 3 murders.

The whole time they’ve been talking, Dustin has been pacing, talking to himself and smacking his compass in his hands. He looks distraught, he’s thinking so hard smoke might start coming out of his ears while the rest of the gang immediately starts discussing how they’re going to kill Vecna before he gets Max too.

“Well, we’re one step closer, we know how Vecna attacks,” Robin, once again, tries to make it seem like they’re got it all under control.

“And where he attacks from,” Lucas agrees, standing so close to Max you’d think they’re dating again.

“So, now we just need to sneak into his lair in the upside down and… and drive a stake through his heart?” Max suggests, arms crossed, a smug look on her face, she thinks it’s going to be easy.

“If he even has a heart,” Robin jokes.

“A stake? Is he like a vampire— is he a vampire?” Steve's voice lowers with excitement, it’s both cool and terrifying.

“It was a metaphor,” Max looks at him like he’s an idiot and Eddie jumps in to save him

“A bullet should work on him, right?” Eddie suggests, knowing where they could get some guns.

“I say we chop his head off,” Lucas throws in for good measure.

Steve looks like he’s about ready to ask how that would help when Nancy steps back in… Eddie only knows because he’s been watching Steve talk and switching his attention over to Dustin every few seconds. He’s still pacing, still talking to himself, it’s strange, sure, but Steve is too pretty not to stare at when he talks.

“yeah— I say all the above, but we can’t do any of that,” Nance reminds them. “We need to find another gate.”

“We need to get El’s powers back,” Max follows up, it seems like the most effective way to win this.

“Everything was like way easier. We had this girl… and she had superpowers—

“Superpowers, yeah, you mentioned her,” Eddie cuts him off, he remembered perfectly everything that Steve has said to him these last few days. “But, hey uh, Henderson’s no uh, cursed? Is he?”

Steve looks at Eddie and then Dustin and back to Eddie, catching his eyes and staying there, “cursed, no, no… mental? Absolutely.”

“BOOM!!!!” Dustin suddenly pops off, everything clicking in his head.

Everyone jumps out of their skin for a moment, startled to their core by the sheer volume of his voice. “Badda… badda… boom!” He points at Steve and walks toward him. “I was right. Skull Rock was north.”

Steve's blood starts to boil, like a real brother, Dustin never fails to find a way to grind his gears and piss him off. He crosses his arms and sighs, “seriously? You’re serious?”

“Mhm,” Dustin smirks, holding back the key information so he can wow them in a sec.

“THIS IS SKULL ROCK?!” Steve freaks out, pointing at the fucking rock formation and then down to Eddie who’s squatting on the floor like a fucking champ… (he’s been squatting for so long, Steve is a lot more than impressed, he was invested in seeing how long he could go. But that’s not the point.)

“You’re totally, absolutely, 100% wrong! Right now!!” He speaks with his hands, gesticulating with anger.

“yes… and no.”

“Oh my god,” Steve has to fight off the urge to swing at him, he instead turns around and covers his face. He takes a few deep breaths while Dustin continues.

“This compass worked correctly when we left the Wheelers, it was correct when we got in the car on Kerley but it started to slip the further east we went,” Dustin explains. “Now! it’s… way off?”

Steve turns back to him, looking at him with an expression Dustin can read as ‘and your point is?’

“When I was leading us here I wasn’t wrong!” Dustin assures, pointing to his own chest, he stares into Steve’s eyes for approval. “The compass was.”

“So you’re using faulty equipment? Dude, you’re still wrong!” Steve can’t believe him, or his fucking tone.

“It isn’t faulty… Lucas, do you remember what can affect a compass?” He asks as if he’s Mr. Clarke and this is grade 7 all over again.

“Any electromagnetic field!” Lucas clues in immediately, validating Dustin's theory.

“Yep,” Dustin smiles, ego bubbling inside of him and reaching a boiling point that they can’t return from.

“I’m sorry…” Robin steps in, “I must’ve skipped that class?”

“In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power… so either there is some super big magnet around OR—

“There’s a gate,” Lucas cuts Dustin off, remembering how he was the first one to ever find a gate to begin with.

“But we’re nowhere near the lab?” Nancy is trying so hard to comprehend all this, but geographically, it’s not working in her mind.

“But what if, somehow… there’s another gate?” Dustin hypothesizes. “A gate that we don’t know about…? It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.”

“Snack-sized gate!” Robin teases, remembering all the little labels on the snacks Eddie just ate, it fit the situation and even made Nancy smile a bit.

“Okay but how? Why?” Steve is the last to really get on board with it.

“No idea?” Dustin admits. “All I know is something is causing this disturbance, and the last time we’ve seen anything like it, it was a gate. And I hope it is because then we’d have a way to Vecna and a shot at freeing Max from this curse…” and with that, Dustin makes his grand exit from stage one and heads into the woods.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Steve yells at him, but he doesn’t stop. “Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Eddie's still a wanted man! We can’t just go for a hike in the woods??” Steve panics, his voice even cracks.

Robin looks at him with a knowing smirk, Nancy even picks up on it, they knew Steve more than anyone else in the party. Eddie however, he’s never seen Steve react like that… in fact, no one has ever really cared for his safety like this. No one but Wayne. Wayne would probably like him.

“This little steal capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie,” it’s incredibly pointed at Steve, and then he turns to said wanted man. “What say you, Eddie the banished?”

Everyone turns to him and he looks away, staring off at the ground, he bites his lip and thinks about it. “I’d say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor… which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think it’s a really bad idea…”

He catches Steve nodding along, clueless, but agreeing.

“but the shire… the shire is burning,” Eddie exaggerates, hyping Dustin up unintentionally to the point that the 15-year-old starts to jump up and down like a toddler, rustling the leaves under his feet.

Eddie places his hands on his knees and stands up straight, “so Mordor it is.”

He walks right past Nancy, just as clueless as Steve, but she doesn’t care, she follows Eddie. And Robin follows Nancy, and soon, everyone is following Eddie who isn’t ready at all to be a leader. He turns back around and notices he left all his shit by the rock just as Steve is catching up with everything.

“The fuck is Mordor?” He asks himself, absentmindedly following everyone when Eddie bumps into him on the way back to the rock, “get your shit man, let’s go.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie picks it up with haste and runs back in front of Steve, slipping on the dewy grass and almost falling when Steve places his hand on his back to keep him steady.

Dustin takes the lead again, explaining the science to Nancy and Robin who followed him the fastest. Lucas and Max have heard it all before, so they just trail behind and no one cares that Steve stays back with Eddie, about 10 feet behind everyone else, he bumps Eddie’s shoulder and smiles at him. “You’re not going to thank me for breakfast?”

He laughs, “just add it to the things I have to thank you for.”

“Huh?” Steve doesn’t know what he means.

“You know,” Eddie references towards the trees, “just everything you’re willing to do for me… without anything in return.”

Steve almost stops breathing, stopping dead in his tracks, “you know?”

He nods, “yeah, I’ve known for a while… why when did you figure it out?”

“When you almost killed me 2 days ago?” Steve admits, he bites his lip and then shakes his head as he laughs. “I mean, Robin was saying it was probably you, but… I don’t know, I was kinda building him up in my head and then I couldn’t—

“Separate fact from fiction,” Eddie cuts him off, knowing all too well what thats like. “Gareth accused me of the same thing.”

Steve sighs and pats his shoulder, making him keep walking so they don’t lose Dustin and the gang. “Come on, we can talk about it later… I have a lot to tell you if we make it out of this.”

“I’m honestly surprised you’re not freaking out?”

“I had my time to freak out,” Steve teases. “Robin heard it all.”

“So she’s…”

Steve nods, “yeah. Is Gareth?”

Eddie nods too, looking forward to see everyone so far ahead of them. “Are you?”

Steve smiles, “yeah, couldn’t you tell?”

Eddie chuckles, “yeah, which is why it was so hard for me to come to terms with the fact it was you… cause like where the fuck did that come from, Steve?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know. It’s pretty easy to replicate once I’ve had one… and I’ve had quite—

“You whore,” Eddie whispers as he bumps his shoulder, smirking away. “But it paid off…”

“You’re going to give me an ego,” Steve shoves him right back.

“At least we’ll know where Dustin gets it from,” Eddie teases him once again.

And Steve loved every second of it.

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Hellfire and Spitfire (pt.3)

CW: spoilers(duh), regular fluff, story addition, sexual content, angst, unrequited, enemies to lovers, only one bed (sort of), angry kissing, aggressive seggs, slapping, choking, hair pulling, blood, filth, hand/ring fetish, size kink.

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It took you a second to get out of the house the next morning. Mom took a moment to lecture you on safety, and told you to keep an eye out for Nancy, who hadn’t come home last night. That bit of information concerned you a little. And you decided before you even left home that you would keep it to yourself. No use worrying Steve when she was probably just out being a good little reporter.

You made it outside in time to see your friend pull up to your driveway. No music blaring like usual, just chatter from the other three people in the car. Robin and Dustin seemed engaged in a conversation on what kind of monster Vecna might be. You slid into the backseat, putting Dustin in the middle. The rest of the drive to Rick’s was quiet. Even Dustin seemed to be lost in thought looking out the front window.

Steve hummed a song to himself and tapped his long, slender fingers on the steering wheel. Although he was only humming anyone could tell Steve had a nice singing voice. You wished he’d sing more often. Over the summer, you, Steve, and Robin had seen and performed along to way too many musical movies, your favorite being Grease. Something about the way Danny did up his hair and how he walked reminded you of someone. On the other hand, the way he dressed and his smoking habit reminded you of someone else entirely.

Steve pulled up to the boathouse as quietly as he could manage. Before you could even make it out the door, Dustin was climbing over you to get to the groceries in the trunk quicker. His eagerness to feed this grown man threw your mind back to Dart, like Dustin was going to bring Eddie home to his mom and ask if he could keep him. The image made you snort, and Max looked over at you, confused. You tried to cover it with a cough.

Dustin had apparently decided against knocking and bust through the door of the boathouse.

“Delivery service.” The dork held up two brown bags at Eddie, who looked like he might have a heart attack, his brown eyes wide and his breathing quick. Once again you found yourself fighting the urge to chuckle. Eddie began to rifle through the bags and open a few of the items you’d brought.

“So we got uh, some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?”

The long haired boy stuffed a handful of cereal into his mouth and chased it with chocolate milk. You were only slightly intrigued at how he shoveled food into his face. “Bad news first, always.”

Dustin huffed and clapped his hands together. “All right. Bad news.”

They talked but you weren’t listening. Eddie still wore the same clothes and jewelry. His hair looked like he had been messing with it all morning, the bangs licked up at the root. The light from the window shined on his rings. It took you a second to count that he wore four of them. Three on his left and one on his right. His hands were, for a lack of better terms, pretty. His nails weren’t exactly well manicured and they were definitely bitten short but they were clean, despite his hiding out in an abandoned boathouse for the last two days. You realized you were staring when you looked up and saw Eddie’s eyes on yours. You quickly flicked your gaze away and tried to refocus on the conversation.

“And the good news?”

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet.” Robin continued, also adding that once his name does get out he’ll be in for a pretty shit ride.

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie looked at the floor. You felt bad for him. Even though you saw him as kind of a dick, nobody deserves to be the scapegoat for a supernatural murder they had nothing to do with.

“Exactly.” Robin crossed her arms and leaned against the frame of the door.

“Shit.” Eddie ate another mouthful of cereal.

Dustin spoke up, “So before that happens, we find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all, Dustin? That’s all?” Eddie looked at him, clearly upset, but Dustin just replied as nonchalant as ever.

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.”

Steve butted in, “We usually rely on this girl who has super powers. But, uh, those went bye-bye so…”

“So we’re technically in more of a, uh… brainstorming phase.”

“Brainstorming.”

Eddie sunk into his spot on the ground. He wasn’t shy about voicing his thoughts on the situation, but you could tell he was still holding back. He had explained what he saw and just hearing his retelling, you had to try not to vomit. Eddie had actually seen it. It seemed fairly obvious that he was having issues dealing. He was doing a shit job hiding it. He looked so tired. The exhaustion on his face was clear.

Outside sirens blared, everyone froze.

“Shit. Tarp! Tarp!” Steve and Dustin scrambled to get the tarp back on so Eddie could hop inside.

After leaving Eddie with enough food for a few days, everyone piled into the car again. On your way back into town, the road by the trailer park was blocked by a gaggle of people and cop cars. Steve parked and stepped out to see the damage. That’s when everyone noticed Nancy standing there. You didn’t really wonder what your sister was doing on a back road by the trailer park someone had just died at, but then you noticed she was being questioned. The interviewer now the interviewee.

Everyone opened their doors to look. Steve waved at Nancy, who waved back, as she ignored a question the officer was asking her. You made an attempt to stifle the tinge of jealousy that the small action revealed. It felt pathetic, pining after Steve when he was still stuck on Nancy. Everyone knew it. You and Robin had a few stoned conversations about it. But you never admitted to Robin how you felt. You never knew how to be that vulnerable. Not with anyone.

Steve drove everyone to Max’s place. The kids went into her room, sans you and Steve. He leaned on the kitchen counter, resting on his elbows. Just being around him made your cheeks heat up. His hair always looked so soft. You wondered what it would feel like under your fingers.

“So. How are you doing with… all this?” Steve asked you, breaking you from your daydreaming. While he and the gang had been through the whole upside down issue three times, you only learned about it last year when you, Steve, and Robin had accidentally gotten yourselves stuck in a Russian lab under Starcourt Mall.

“Isn’t that something you should ask Eddie? I mean he’s the one being man-hunted right now.” You laughed humorlessly at the thought. Poor Munson. Even with his “town freak” title, he didn’t deserve this. It was beginning to piss you off how shitty this whole situation was.

“Yeah I guess. But Munson probably wouldn’t be honest about it. Not in front of Dustin, at least. Those two seem pretty close lately.��

“What makes you think that I would be honest? Maybe I’ll just lie and tell you that I’m not terrified at the fact that the Upside Down exists, and that people are dying and it’s definitely related. Maybe I’ll just tell you how I’m not scared that everyone I love is in danger.” You were frustrated, and the words just seemed to spill out. “Maybe I’ll say that everything is fine. Nothing bad is happening and the world is not on fire.”

Steve looked stunned. He looked like he was going to say something and then didn’t. Your face warmed a little in embarrassment.

“Look Steve, obviously the situation is a little fucked. But what can we do until we figure this out? Nothing is going to get better until Vecna is good and dead.”

Steve only nodded at your words. It was clear that you had just screwed the conversation into a depressing reality.

“Sorry. I guess I’m not adjusting as well as everyone else seems to have done.”

“Look kid,” you cringed internally at being referred to as a kid. You were only a year and some change apart in age. “Me, Nancy, and the others have been doing this for years. We’ll figure something out. It’s gonna be okay.” He put a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, and you relished in the brief contact.

When Nancy finally made it out of questioning, everyone sat in the living room, starting to explain their thoughts.

“Our working theory is that he attacks with some kind of spell. Now whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the mind flayer, or just loves killing teens, we don’t know. All we know is this is something different.”

You often found yourself tuning out of these conversations. Right now all you could think about was how Eddie was stuck in that dingy boathouse, eating Dustin’s selection of groceries. While the thought seemed a little funny you felt guilty. Maybe one of you should’ve stayed behind so he wouldn’t be alone.

“I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you wouldn’t go to the police. They wouldn’t believe you.” Max looked uncomfortable all the time these days. Poor kid had lost a lot.

The shrink seemed like the best lead. Leaving Max’s, Nancy started to go off on her own.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Nance, where are you goin?” It was a bad time to be alone and you questioned your sister's sanity for a moment.

“It’s nothing, y/n. There’s just something I want to check on first.” She rolled her eyes at you, and Dustin spoke up.

“Something you wanna share with us?”

“It’s a shot in the dark, I don’t want to waste your time.”

“Yeah okay, are you out of your mind?” Steve’s voice cut through the conversation. “No you need… you need someone to…”

His concern was genuine, and if he were anyone else you might think it was only that. But you knew from the few years you’d been part of the group and being nosy that Steve’s show of protection was more for his continued unrequited love. It was like driving a stake through your heart, hearing him offer to go with her and almost ditching the kids with you and Robin. You crossed your arms and just got in the car, not wanting to even see how the rest of the conversation would go. You knew you were being petulant and acting like a child, but you didn’t really care.

Robin noticed. She always noticed this stuff. And while you had never been honest with her about your feelings for Steve, of course she could tell something was going on with you. Eventually Robin resolved to go with Nancy, if only to make Steve feel better. He plopped into the driver’s seat, complaining about Dustin wiping his dirty shoes on the inside of the car.

“Always the babysitter. Always the goddamned babysitter!”

While the outburst made Max and Dustin smirk, you were hurt. Up until this point you figured Steve saw you as as much of an adult as him or Robin. Clearly that wasn’t true. You tapped Steve’s shoulder before he started the car.

“Hey Steve, drop me off at Rick’s.”

He turned around to look at you in the back seat, “What? Sweetheart what the hell are you talking about, we need to read into the shrink lady.” You ignored the nickname he’d been calling you for years. He looked annoyed, but you were also upset and both of you being there wouldn’t help anything.

“I feel bad that Eddie is all alone. Besides, it doesn’t take four of us to steal a key to her office.”

“So what, you’re just gonna leave me with these two idiots?” Max and Dustin both flipped him off.

“Just do it. We’re already at the trailer park. It’ll take like ten, fifteen minutes tops.”

“You know what, fine. Whatever, I’ll just play babysitter by myself, it's cool.” It was not cool, but Steve elected to keep it to himself that he was hurt you were leaving him behind to go spend time with the freak.

Steve dropped you back off in front of the house, but grabbed your hand before you could make it out of the car. The contact made your stomach tumble but you forced yourself to look composed.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay here by yourself? Eddie’s got a walkie, right?”

“Okay, A, I’m not going to be alone, Munson is here, and B, I am a full grown adult, Steve. I will be just fine if anything happens.” You shook his hand off, and shut the door behind you. Waving a sarcastic goodbye before making for the boathouse. After what felt like minutes, Steve finally drove off, leaving you in silence, except for the slight crunch of gravel beneath your shoes.

It took you a moment to work up the courage, and you couldn’t hear anything from inside, but you knocked on the small door on the side of the boathouse. After a minute with no answer, you knocked again, announcing that it was you and not a cop. The door swung open to reveal a very sweaty Eddie Munson holding an oar like a bat.

“What are you doing here, Wheeler?”

“Care for a little company, Munson?”

“What are you doing here, Wheeler?”

“Care for a little company, Munson?”

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