#well steve didn't know

[justrambles]

Steve hates it when his parents fight.

It's been only a day since dad came back from his trip and they are already yelling at each other, mom accusing him of cheating on her while she was at home taking care of their child. They go on like this every time, while Steve just sits in the corner of his room waiting for the fight to stop.

But today Steve decides he's had enough. That's why he sneaks out of his room (it's not like they're gonna notice but,) and goes out into the woods. He's only been there a few times, but he's ten now and he thinks he can manage it.

That's how he ends up at Skull Rock, not Lover's Lake. It's not what he expected but Skull Rock is nice in it's own way, Steve guesses. He sits underneath the rock and listens to the sounds in the forest. He watches the ants crawl by, and it's somehow peaceful.

The peace is interrupted not long after.

"You're in my spot."

Steve snaps his head to find a boy with a nearly buzzed hair. He is shifting constantly, leaning from foot to foot, with an annoyed look on his face.

"This is not your spot, this is Skull Rock. It's everyone's spot," Steve counters.

"Wait, it's called Skull Rock? Huh, makes sense. It does look like a skull." The boy makes a pondering gesture, nodding to himself.

"If you don't even know the name of the place, how can it be your spot?"

This kid is unbelievable, Steve thinks, but the boy just grins and sits next to Steve.

"'You don't gotta have a name on it for it to be yours', that's what my old man said. Anyways, I'm only visiting here, so I haven't had a chance to learn the name yet. I'm Ed."

Steve tentatively views the hand reached out in front of him.

"Steve," he says with a handshake. "What do you mean you're only visiting? You're not from around?"

"Nope! I'm just staying with my uncle for a bit until my dad is out again."

"Out of where?"

"The big house of course, Stevie."

"I don't know what that means."

Ed's grin is wide again, and Steve is amused by how he is so full of expressions. Ed starts talking on about all the escapades he and his old man's been through (although they're mostly his dad's alone) and then moves onto some kind of fairytale with Mirkwood and Fangorn and all the other stuff Steve doesn't know about.

It's nice listening to him talk, and sometimes Ed asks for Steve's opinion and doesn't make fun of him when he can't come up with a smart response quickly enough. Steve likes talking to Ed, which is probably why he doesn't notice it's gotten dark.

It's late, and Steve's parents are gonna be so angry with him. He doesn't want to say goodbye to Ed, but the disappointed look on his mom scares him more. As if sensing Steve's thoughts, Ed looks around the forest too.

"It's getting late. My uncle's gonna be waiting for me. You ready to go home now, Stevie?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Mm-hm, except for one thing—," Ed looks a bit nervous, picking on his lips.

"What?"

"I don't know how to get there."

...Unbelievable. He's unbelievable.

"Well, how do you normally come here? Just go the opposite direction."

"Well, you see, I normally just wander through the forest until I reach here—or there, so there is no direction to go opposite. Didn't know I'd be staying late."

Hearing the last sentence, Steve does feel a bit bad because if Ed hadn't been talking to Steve, he might have gone home while the sun was still up. And he's new to the town, too, it must be more confusing.

"I can... take you there if you want?" Steve offers.

Ed beams at Steve's suggestion, nodding so wildly that Steve's worried he might get dizzy.

"Alright! Lead the way, big boy. To Forest Hills we go!"

Ed grabs Steve's hand, starts walking even though he's got no idea where he's going, and it makes Steve laugh. There's warmth blossoming in his chest and he holds on to that feeling throughout their walk out of the forest.

—

By the time Steve gets home (on a ride by Uncle Wayne 'cause that man was freaked out that a ten year old was roaming around on the streets in the night), it's really late and Steve's parents are very, very angry.

He's grounded for a month, and when he gets to Skull Rock after, he doesn't find Ed. But Ed did say that he was only staying in Hawkins for a bit, so Steve hopes that Ed's dad got out of that big house and he's with Ed now.

(He doesn't know that Al Munson was in serious trouble this time, unlikely to get out of prison for a long time.)

(He doesn't know that Ed Munson had to stay in the system until Wayne Munson could get full legal custody of the kid.)

(He doesn't know that the sullen new kid in the grade above him—who the teachers whisper about— is the boy he met once at Skull Rock, Eddie Munson.)

(He doesn't know that for a long while.)

[jadewritesficshere]

Thinking about Eddie Munson who was complaining to the rest of the band about his shoulders and neck hurting post show. One of them convinces him to go for a massage.

Eddie shows up day of and is told to strip to level of comfort and get under the sheets laying on his back, his masseuse will knock before coming in. Eddie has not an ounce of care or shame, strips completely naked. Scars and tattoos on full display. He climbs between the sheets and waits. After knocking and hearing a "come in", his masseuse enters and-

The most handsome man he's ever seen walks in. A bit of stubble on his defined jaw, soft pale lips Eddie wants to kiss, big brown eyes Eddie wants to get lost in, slutty little waist and an ass Eddie could-

He introduces himself as Steve. Verifies where Eddie had said his tension was on the form he hastily filled out. Then it starts.

And maybe, maybe, Eddie is a bit touch starved. He could have anyone he wants, but they don't want him just his fame. Pushes them all away. Only gets close to his band, but they all are busy and have their own people outside of work.

And Steve is just touching him. Rubbing smooth circles into his temple, down his cheekbones towards his jaw. Pressing on parts of Eddie's face he didn't even realize were tense. It's relaxing.

And Eddie regrets not leaving at least his boxers on to help hide that he's becoming hard. Kind of embarrassing, which makes his dick harder- which, that's a lot to unpack right now-

"Hey, relax man," Steve says, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. Eddie can see Steve's eyes dart towards the obvious situation," It's natural. Happens to the best of us." "Does it happen to you?" Eddie blurts out. Eddie wants to shove his face in one of these soft plush pillows and scream, but Steve just snorts a laugh and shakes his head at him. Doesn't even respond as he continues the massage.

Eddie tries to hold back his groans as Steve turns his head to the side and rubs his neck into his shoulders. He can feel the tension leave his body slowly. Feel the knots in his muscles release.

Eddie can't, however, hold back the noise he makes when Steve grabs a hold of his hair and tugs it. Eddie's eyes pop open and he stares into Steve's face, who has started blushing. Steve just clears his throat and let's Eddie's hair go before continuing the massage.

[lnsfawwi]

Here's a thought:

kid Steve speaks better Gaelic than English. their pastor sometimes takes care of Steve when Sarah is working and he'd teach Steve English but, as one can imagine, the accent is not good. Steve is also partially deaf, he doesn't always control his volume well, so he speaks broken, heavily accented English, and that isn't a winning combo for friendships on top of his firecracker personality.

enters Bucky, the popular kid who somehow decides that Steve is his best friend in the world.

Bucky's grandparents immigrated from England, his dad is Romanian Jew. Bucky is not a very devoted Catholic, and the family still celebrates major Jewish holidays. they even hold a mini bar mitzvah for Bucky's 13 birthday.

the point is, Bucky has a fairly neutral accent that gets more Brooklyn by the day, he is also some kind of a polyglot. he speaks also Yiddish, he learns Italian from the neighbors, and French at school.

Bucky never makes fun of Steve's accent or gets frustrated when Steve can't quite get the pronunciation right. they read together, literally. Bucky would have one of his favorite novels, and he'd read the words out loud for Steve, when it's Steve's turn, he listens and helps him when Steve struggles.

Bucky is also the one to suggest they create a sign language of their own. just simple daily vocabulary like 'food', 'movies', 'home'. they add 'punk/jerk' and 'sorry' to their vocabulary after a short while.

and the thing is, losing Bucky is more than just missing a person in his life, it's that the most basic act of talking - not even about him - just talking, in his own native language, is a constant reminder of this loss. they don't have only their own sign language. in a way, English is their language too. losing Bucky is losing the languages, the tool of communication and connecting with other people and the world around him.

[starrystevie]

listen, i know we all love knows-he's-queer- from-early-on eddie munson and bisexual-awakening steve harrington (i know i love them), but let's think a minute about confidently queer steve harrington being eddie's queer awakening?

steve thinking eddie is into guys so he's actively hitting on him, peering up at him from under his eyebrows, throwing smirks around and purposefully rolling his tshirt sleeves a bit too high so eddie will check him out. he pulls out all his stops and robin is cheering him on silently in the background every time he strikes out with eddie, both of them slowly coming to the conclusion that he's not into guys so he backs off.

and eddie? well, he really likes how steve was flirting with him. misses the way he'd flex and slap playfully at his arm and look at him with bedroom eyes now that he's putting some distance between them. eddie can't fucking take it. he doesn't know why he misses all of that, just knows that he does. so eddie does what anyone would do, he asks dustin.

dustin, who tries to get him to have an open mind to the fact that maybe, just maybe, he likes flirting with steve. that he likes boys too or just boys or maybe just steve but that he does at least like steve. dustin sees the heart eyes that eddie gives steve and sees the puppy dog eyes when steve starts to pull back. he meddles and pushes and gets it to where steve and eddie finally confront that yes, steve likes eddie and yes, eddie likes steve back but that it's new for him. it's all new, being in a relationship and liking a boy for the first time.

but steve holds his hand gently. he pushes curls behind his ears and wraps his arm around his shoulders when they watch tv. he takes it at whatever pace eddie wants because that's what a good boyfriend does and eddie can't help but grin because the word boyfriend is now getting thrown around. cause who would have thought? eddie munson has a boyfriend and that has such a nice ring to it.

[stucky-headcanon-bot]

🎨

[hungharrington]

“and what if i said come talk steve to me 🤲”

i would say here i am! 😌 i love talking steve (especially with you) so i’m coming in hot! all that’s been on my mind today is how soft and sweet steve is?? i’m talking everything from making you dinner when you’ve been busy to doing little things for you to make you feel better…but i’m also talking steve begging you to let him make you feel good…maybe you’re all tense and in your head and he’s there, rubbing your thighs and whispering “let me make it go away, honey. come on, let me take care of you.” and also hot take but if you weren’t particularly enjoying a part of sex you know damn well he’s stopping to check in and see what you’d like better all “oh i’m so sorry, baby.” while he kisses your whole face, “didn’t like that, i know, i could tell honey. let’s try something else, yeah?”

anyway…sorry for this..steve and i love you, jay <33

autumn!!! oh thank heavens ur here and you've brought... soft and sweet steve? baby, you spoil me :)

we already know he basically invented boyfriendism, that's like, the most steve thing around— like brings you flowers to surprise you, will offer to swap plates if you don't like your food, will always always give you a kiss, even if he's a little bit mad at you, kind of boyfriend <3 and that 100% includes him wanting to make any of your bad days a little bit better, to take care of you :( especially if that includes getting his mouth between your thighs- it's a shower of affection, always, a dozen kisses on each thigh and never any teasing— just bright eyes drinking in every reaction, murmuring praise into your skin, "that's it, that's a good girl, you just let yourself feel good, hm?" his free hands just soothing up and down the outside of your thighs, thumb just swiping comfortingly on your hipbone as he builds you up to an orgasm and god nothing makes him more lovey-dovey than when you start mewling out his name, chest panting, and your hand searches out for his so you can hold it when you cum— steve is always waiting, always intertwines your fingers together and squeezes your hand, cooing as you fall apart beneath him, "oh, so pretty when you cum, sweetheart,"

your hot take is delicious and i raise you: steve sometimes notices before even you do— it'll just be like a new position you've never tried before and you can't figure out why you can't relax- it feels strangely too exposed and it takes about thirty seconds of it before steve is pausing, hands brushing your hair back as concern pinches his brows, "oh, don't like this one, huh? that's okay baby, me neither," and is readjusting you both before you even realise that he clocked you so fast and is already moving to make you comfortable <3 if it's something he does, a new way to fuck you with his fingers that's too different, the moment there's even an inkling of a wince or frown, steve's noticing it and switching it up, “oh i’m so sorry, baby.” while he kisses your whole face, thumb tracing over your cheekbone softly, “didn’t like that, i know, i could tell honey. let’s try something else, yeah?” and you don’t even get a moment to think about it because steve knows what you love, his thumb slipping up to rub your clit so perfectly that any thought just melts away as he works you perfectly <3

[sga-mcshep-4ever]

"We need Beckett in here." "Go." "We're going to help you." "Don't feel pity for me. You will suffer far worse when the others come for you."

[atlantablack]

Was your life worth dying for? Did you stare down a wolf at the door? Like you carried the keys of the cross And covered the cost With only your innocence

Tell me young man would you say When the end was a moment away You swallowed the pain without any regret And settled your debt If nothing is permanent Was your life worth dying for?

Dying For | Rain City Drive

Bonus Pain Under the Cut

It won't happen again And nothing ever makes it out alive We were chasing the wind Baby, we were running out of time

Dying For | Rain City Drive

[andiwriteordie]

my mutuals have been obsessed with stonathan recently and that’s how i know i’ve perfectly curated my tumblr experience 

[milf-harrington]

i haven't seen seasons 1 through 3 since 2019 (but i am slowly making my way back through it) so forgive me for any inaccuracies, but purely from memory this is how im ranking steve from each season

character in general

Season Two Steve, because he's still got that jock-ish bitchy energy but it's also where we really start to see his softer side and also i think the first time you genuinely feel for him (his problem with billy, his implied problem with school, the bullshit scene), it's also the birth of babysitter steve!! and the second but much more thorough time we're shown that he's fully willing to put his life on the line to protect people he doesn't even know that well. He's a competent and strategic character who definitely has the vibe of Just Trying To Get Through The Year.

Scoops Steve, for similar reasons as the above but we also get to see the goofier prettyboy side of him and we're better introduced to Steve's observational skills and how the fact that he's not "smart" like the others is actually one of his advantages. Because while robin and dustin were focused on translating russian, steve couldn't stop noticing how familiar the background music was. this is also the season where Steve is starting to be written as a ditzier character, but i'm choosing to chalk that up to the fact that he's more laidback and less worried about his public appearance now that he works at an icecream parlor and wears a sailor uniform. (This is also the most bisexual version of steve, followed by s4)

King Steve, who i personally think was quite shallow (like from a writing perspective) but that is almost definitely because he wasn't originally supposed to survive the first season so he's forgiven for that. Still, we are shown someone who is cutting and self-confident, and then later shown that he is someone who is quick to realise when he's genuinely fucked up and just as quick to apologise. It's also when we're introduced to the idea that he will consciously put himself in danger to protect others. (@peter-pantomime made a really great video about one of Steve's tells on tiktok and i haven't been able to get it out of my head ever since)

Season 4 Steve, because they pretty much erased any and all of the competency previously shown in his character. I think this season did the most disservice to him, seeming to only write him off as genuine idiot who gets treated like shit by all of his friends and is only useful as a babysitter for teenagers who don't want to be babysat. It erased any progress he'd made in regards to his relationship with Nancy Wheeler, i think the only thing that kept him feeling like Steve was Joe Keery's acting and how well he knows the character. I think a lot of what was wrong with Steve's character this season could've been a really great way to introduce the amount of head trauma he's received through the other seasons but considering it wasn't so much as hinted at in canon it just seems like they circled back around to making Steve Harrington's character as shallow as it was in season 1. whether or not that's because they're setting him up to die in season 5, i think it was unfair.

character design

Scoops Steve, in his little sailor outfit with the floofy hair and the lipgloss?? iconic (bonus: the dark blue jeans with the red and blue vest when he applies at family video)

Season Two Steve, with the tight blue jeans and the sunglasses and the swoopy hair and the nail bat, also iconic (bonus: his gym uniform AND the maroon sweater when he drops dustin off at the dance)

Season 4 Steve bc he spent a majority of his screen time shirtless and only wearing a battle vest, and then later the coolest fucking jacket i've ever seen (wait shout out to that blue and white polo shirt that showed off his arms, thank you for your service; and his cute little yellow sweater)

King Steve, while i do love the preppy look and how much it made him look like a puppy at times, what the actual fuck was going on with his hair?? i would have liked to see more of the floppy haired steve we saw when he was helping Nancy study ):

[tartarusknight]

I don't know what you're hunting. It's not me, it's something else. - 1/10

SUMMARY:

Steve looks over her face, “I'm not having any of you at my place. Did you see the map, no way?” He states and it's one part of his reasoning but not the main reason.

“Then come stay with one of us,” Robin says and it feels more like a plead than anything.

He shakes his head and she looks angry now. “Stop whatever the fuck this is! We care about you! Let us in! We're safer in groups.”

The words don't hurt as much as he thinks they should. “Not that much safer.” He spits back out and she blinks. “Max is as good as dead. Eddie is dead. And guess what! We were in groups!” The shouting makes his throat burn but he can't calm down.

Chapter 1: Truth is like blood underneath your fingernails

Steve couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by everything. Spring Break was a nightmare. Max was in the hospital, the Sinclairs refusing to leave her side. Eddie was dead, left in the Upside Down no doubt to be eaten by the monsters that called that place home. Dustin was limping around with more than just a broken foot from the loss. Robin was throwing herself into helping at the school right beside him, keeping the two of them as busy as possible. The Byers, Wheelers, Hoppers, and Argyle were at the cabin trying to fix it up so Hopper and El could stay there. And it all just felt useless.

The military was there once the ash started falling from the permanently gray sky. They closed Hawkins down, all roads barricaded. Steve wasn’t sure if they were trying to contain the Upside Down or study it though. It’s not like they were stopping the people from disappearing. No, they just made it so no one else could run. They were all trapped in this Hell, forced to hear about another person who didn’t make it through the night. Monsters who have been coming out during the night and picking the surviving townspeople of Hawkins. Mornings of people finding their door with claw marks, or blood on the streets.

It was safe to say everyone was on edge. Steve wasn’t letting that stop him though. He was at the school every day with Robin and sometimes Nancy. Steve liked it when Nancy joined them. It meant that Robin wasn’t worrying about Steve. He was already dealing with the looks people gave him because of the red mark around his neck. His back and sides were in constant pain and it kept him on edge. And this time felt different.

They hadn’t won. They failed and someone died because of it.

He knew that Nancy was holding onto the guilt as well, but Steve was too. He didn’t know Eddie well, but the death had hit him hard. He felt like every waking moment was filled with things that would remind him of Eddie. His personality, his last moments, the feeling of pain and teeth. He knew what it had felt like but he had been saved. Eddie hadn’t had the same luck. No one had killed the bats attacking him. He was torn apart to the point where he couldn’t hold on. It made Steve sick.

It made him hyper-aware of his own injuries that he had slapped gauze onto after a shower each morning. The black ooze that leaked from his body made him sick to his stomach, unable to keep any food down. And if he let Robin in, she’d know. She’d see through him and know that something was wrong. It felt like poison in his veins. Like he was dying. Like one of these nights, he wouldn’t wake up. But he kept waking up. He kept picking Robin up and heading to the school. He kept dropping her off. He kept going home alone, putting up a barrier between him and Robin. He kept falling asleep earlier and earlier in the night, too exhausted to do anything else. But he kept waking up and that’s what mattered.

Not the black blood that he’d sometimes choke on. Not the way he barely could keep anything down. Not the fear he had of failing them. Not the fear of dying. Steve could handle this and they could focus on what really mattered. He’d drop Robin at the Wheelers where she’d spend the night with Nancy because her parents would never let her stay at Steve’s. He’d pick her up and he’d continue to help at the school.

Where he could lose himself in the repetition of making food or helping bandage some of the people up. Each day seemed to merge together. The sky grew darker and the constant rain of ash in the air made it all dull. The grass was dying out, and piles of ash gathered, making it feel like Fall all over again. Steve was sick of it, but indoors, you could almost pretend that everything was alright.

Well, if you ignored the way it seemed to get into everyone's lungs lately. How people came in with bandanas over their noses and mouths. If you ignored how unnatural it all was. Steve did his best, but the coughing around the gym forced him to remember the issue.

“Hopper was hoping we'd go over soon.” Robin appeared at his side and he flinched. He hadn't even heard her approach.

He glanced over to see if she noticed his unease and wasn't surprised to see the worry on her face. He placed the shirt he finished into the correct pile and glanced towards the windows. You could barely tell that it was daytime. “Want to go grab Dustin? I'll meet you at the car,” he murmured and Robin nodded. However, she didn't move. “Robs,” he said softly and she backed down. With a squeeze to his upper arm, she headed over to Dustin.

Steve rubbed a hand over his face, feeling like he was one open nerve lately. The longer he ignored the pain in his body, the more places began to hurt. His jaw aching for no other reason than to piss him off. He headed to the doors, opening the gym to the apocalyptic world outside. As he slid into the driver's seat, the door to the school opened and the other two hurried over to his car.

They covered their mouths until they got into the car, Dustin in the back, Robin next to him. He pulled out of the parking lot, going much slower because of all the damage throughout Hawkins. The other two didn't force conversation, letting the radio play instead. Before Spring Break, it would have worried Steve.

Dustin and Robin were always talking about something and he was used to it. But it was harder to fill the space now. Steve glanced in the mirror at Dustin who looked older than he had just a week ago now. It made his chest ache but he didn't have the right words to say. None of them had the right words anymore.

It was impossible to say that the group didn't break after their loss. Everyone was taking it differently and Steve wanted to claim that he did what he always did. That he looked out for the kids and made sure everyone was alright. But he couldn't. He hadn't been able to say a single word about any of it.

The car came to a stop outside of the cabin and Steve glanced at the clock, showing it was past 4. But the world around them looked darker. Like the sun had set already. He watched Robin and Dustin get out. Dustin's hobble was evident as they both covered their faces from the Upside Down ash raining from the sky. Steve didn't even bother. Slamming the car door shut and heading to the cabin.

Only as he got to the stairs did he reach out to the other two. Helping Dustin up the steps on one side as Robin took the other. Dustin's leg was healing but the stairs were still hard on Dustin. Steve lets go the moment Dustin's up the steps and hates the way even a small touch makes his skin tingle.

Before Robin, Steve often felt like that. His days were lonely and he only ever reached out to ruffle Dustin's hair or went on a meaningless date. Robin had held him for both of their sakes after the Russians. She had soothed that piece of him. But now, he felt like it had been months since someone last held him.

And Robin would hold him if he asked. She loved him more than anyone had ever loved him but he couldn't. He couldn't explain the way he backed out of a hug from Robin or moved out of Dustin's reach. His skin felt not his own. Their touch reminded him of Eddie's lifeless body.

Steve ignored the look Robin sent his way and opened the door for them. Dustin didn't look at him as he passed through but Steve didn't expect him to. Robin moved to go sit by Nancy but she stopped when she noticed him staying by the door. And like his own personal guard dog, she stayed by his side instead.

He tried not to flinch out of her reach as she tried to take his hand in hers. But she noticed, she always seemed to notice. Her hand dropped and Steve didn't dare to see the hurt on her face. Instead, he looks over the party. At the exhausted, worn down faces of his friends.

Hopper had maps of Hawkins up on the wall. Red pins mixed with black ones all over. Big jagged lines were drawn on the map to show the way the town split apart. Steve didn't understand how they could stand to look at it every day. But maybe they were all better at compartmentalizing. Maybe they were able to keep moving forward. Onto the next battle.

Joyce moved over to him and Robin, in her hands were two cups. Steve knew not to turn her down, taking it even if he didn't think he'd be able to stomach a single drop. “You two doing okay?” Joyce asked quietly and Steve fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“As fine as we can be,” he promises and she looks over his face like she doesn't believe him. Instead of calling him on it, she gives his wrist a small squeeze.

As she walked over to where Dustin joined Will and Mike, he subtly shook out his hand. Joyce's touch made his skin crawl. “Steve?” Robin's voice was quiet and he looked over at her. She looked over his face and must not have liked what she saw because her face dropped into worry.

“Let's get started,” Hopper says and the room falls quiet. As if they were all just soldiers waiting for their next order. “I've been working with the police and military the past couple of days. This is what I've gathered,” He gestures to the board.

Nancy took over easily, “After the earthquake , there were many missing people. The police did their best to get a rough estimate, marking down who was and wasn't accounted for. It was a little hard with half of Hawkins running but, they did their best. The black pins are for the bodies they've recovered.” She nods to the map and Steve feels sick at the amount of pins on the board.

“The red is for the people who were accounted for after the earthquake who disappeared. Showing the... well the scene were all being foreced to get used to. The bodies they've rediscovered are torn apart which is only more proof that monsters are coming out of the gate. Henry hasn't made his move but the Upside Down isn't quiet.” Nancy states and Steve looks closer to the map.

“They're going after the area around the lab,” Joyce says. Her eyes go over everyone, slowing on Steve, but not stopping. “But we want to make sure no one will be alone.” She says and Steve tenses up. He can feel more eyes on him and knows that they are talking about him. Everyone else had paired off. Even Robin was at the Wheelers. She tried to fight to stay at Steve's but her parents didn't allow that and Steve knew she'd be safer with Nancy.

His jaw clenched as he looked away and instead at the map again. The pins that were all so close to his house. A sick part of him wondered why they couldn't just kill him to get it over with. “Steve?” Robin said and she felt like a broken record at this point. Instead of replying, he turned and went back out the door.

Everything inside of him told him to get out of there. He didn't want to be babied. He was still alive, wasn't he? “Steve,” Robin called after him and wanted to laugh at how wrong it all felt. “Don't make it a big deal, just- we care.” She promises and he looks over at her.

No one else comes out after them, but they all know that Robin, Max, or Dustin are the most likely to get Steve to something. With Dustin not speaking much and Max in a coma, it was left to Robin. Steve looks over her face, “I'm not having any of you at my place. Did you see the map, no way?” He states and it's one part of his reasoning but not the main reason.

“Then come stay with one of us.” She says and it feels more like a plead than anything.

He shakes his head and she looks angry now. “Stop whatever the fuck this is! We care about you! Let us in! We're safer in groups.”

The words don't hurt as much as he thinks they should. “Not that much safer.” He spits back out and she blinks. “Max is as good as dead. Eddie is dead. And guess what! We were in groups!” The shouting makes his throat burn but he can't calm down.

He sees the way the words hit her and takes the moment to get into his car. The car squeals out of the driveway and he doesn't bother to look in the review mirror. Steve felt a tickle in his throat and tensed. He let out the first cough, just a short one. But it soon developed until his eyes were watering.

He glanced away from the road for a moment. But as he looked back up, there was a tall figure in the road. Steve swerved on instinct and choked on a shout as the car's wheel caught on the loose dirt on the side of the road. It swung violently until it crunched against a tree.

He couldn't catch his breath as he felt like he was choking. His door was ripped away and a long-taloned creature pulled him from the safety of his car. He was tossed like a ragdoll away from the car and he felt oddly calm about it all. Even if his bat was in the car and there was something between him and it.

He groaned as he choked on another cough. It felt like there was pressure on his lungs making them burn. His cheek hit the pavement and it felt like he was choking on blood. Another cough had black liquid spilling from his lips. No matter how much he coughed, the black splattered across the ground.

The thing crept closer but it had yet to attack, just watching him gag on black goo. It tasted like the Upside Down. As he spit it out, he remembered biting a bat in the Upside Down. He remembered the feel of their blood in his mouth. How he had tried to spit it all out but it felt like it had coated his mouth. Like he'd never truly be rid of it. Looking down at the small puddle on the road, it looked like the bat's blood.

He rolled over, startling as he noticed how close the creature had gotten. He could feel the burn of the bites from the tension in him and it was overwhelming. The creature let out a low growl before Steve was hit with a sharp pain. He squeezed his eyes shut, head smacking back to the concrete. It felt as if tens of teeth were tearing into him.

He felt tears run down his face as realized he was too far away from his bat. Too far to grab the walkie and call for help. The pain grew worse and the creature roared. Steve's throat felt raw as the pain had him screaming.

The devil's right there, right there in the details (Looking too Closely - Fink) Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

The title is from My Hallelujah by Autoheart. The chapter title and endnote are from Looking Too Closely by Fink Also on ao3 You were all interested :) @ellietheasexylibrarian @nburkhardt @artiststarme @flowers-that-sing @juleswashere3 @indiearr

[thepringlesofblood]

out of context spoilers for neverafter ep 9

also I can’t find the fuckin post this comes from to credit them properly (please let me know if you know it) but the gist was something like

[sunburnacoustic]

Matt and Dom dropped by Steve Jones' radio show, Jonesey's Jukebox, in May 2017. A cool interview!

[camerica]

[angelsdean]

plagued with too many fic ideas i'll never write (bc it takes me like 2.5 yrs to write a long fic RIP)

[doubtingthomasin]

kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 21: collaring word count: 1.2k

steeby deeby

MINORS DNI

@viharker

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It started out as a neck scarf, one she just happened to wear to Eddie’s once a few months into their relationship. He tied a tighter knot in it, still leaving it loose around her neck, and held on tight as he fucked her from behind. They both came just a little quicker than usual.

Then Steve entered the picture and she wore the scarf again, asking him to do what Eddie did. Again, none of them lasted very long.

So Chrissy’s nothing but thrilled the night they’re over at Steve’s and Eddie surprises her with a real, genuine leather collar. “Where did you get this?”

“A shop in Indianapolis makes them,” he explains, unclasping it. “D’you like it?”

“I love it,” she says excitedly, already turning around and holding up her hair for him to place the collar around her neck. He does so gently, only to pull her back into his chest by it a bit roughly once it’s in place, to her amusement.

“That looks so good on you, honey,” Steve praises, rising from the couch to get a better look. She winds up sandwiched in between them as his fingers run over the metal studs, the closed loop at the front where a tag should be. “There’s no name, though.”

“That’s because it’s a reminder, first and foremost,” Eddie elaborates, his hands squeezing her shoulders as he speaks into her ear. “You’re ours only as long as you want to be. And if you ever need to leave it’ll still be yours, hopefully as a reminder to keep taking care of yourself, even if we’re not around.”

She turns to him, one arm around his neck and one hand on Steve’s arm. “How did I get so lucky to have two thoughtful boys in my life?” It’s rhetorical because she pulls Eddie down for a kiss, her hand ruffling Steve’s hair as he kisses her neck above and below the collar.

They head upstairs to Steve’s room, leaving a trail of clothes down the hall. Eddie gets her on her knees, tugging gently at the collar as he guides his cock into her waiting mouth. She gives a content hum as he holds her still and slowly thrusts, her fingers caressing her opening until she feels Steve’s hand between her legs.

His fingers replace hers as he murmurs. “I’ve got you, kitten.” She whines at the new pet name and when his fingers curl inside her, his other hand fondling her tits as she continues pleasing Eddie. Since they’re both on their knees, he alternates between their mouths, still holding her collar even as he fucks Steve’s throat.

Steve’s hands get her off a little aggressively and she clenches around his fingers, her come dripping down her legs as Eddie leads them to the bed. Once he’s inside her, Eddie holds her up off the pillows by her collar, pounding her as she mewls. “Good little girl, you’re taking me so well.” Steve cuts his babbling short by kissing him, touching himself as he runs his tongue around Eddie’s. 

Steve feels Chrissy’s hand on his thigh, and they both look down to see her mouth hanging open in anticipation. As Steve shifts closer to her, Eddie croons sympathetically. “Aw, kitty’s a little hungry, isn’t she?”

“Uh-huh,” she whines, Steve resting his cock on her tongue, turning her head sideways. His hand’s right next to Eddie’s on her collar as he uses her mouth.

Once everyone’s fucked each other to sleep, Chrissy wakes from slumber to a whisper in her ear and a gentle tug at her collar. “Wanna come to the bathroom with me?” Steve asks.

She grunts and nods, still waking up even as he leads her by one finger through the metal loop. Once they’re in there, the light bright against the white tile and marble, he lifts her onto the edge of the counter by the sink. He kisses her fiercely, fist gripping the leather and metal even as he pulls back an inch, swallowing hard.

“Please don’t ever leave.” Her eyebrows raise and her heart aches a little at his pleading eyes. “Either of you.”

She nods against his hand. “Okay.”

“That’s not me telling you what to do,” he elaborates, shaking his head. “I’m just…please.”

Chrissy strokes the hair off his forehead, rubs over his shoulder blade as she responds in her normal voice. “I don’t think I’ll ever want that, Steve.” He nods with a relieved sigh, his forehead pressing into hers. “You know we both love you, right?”

“Yeah.” But he’s heard that before, he thinks, as he wraps his arms around her in a hug. “Yeah, I love you both, too.”

“Hey,” she coos, rubbing circles over his back and already smiling. “Need a little extra?”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Yes, please.”

She’s used to that being the case, and there’s no jealousy between any of them, making one-on-one’s no big deal at all. It seems like each time all three of them are together, one boy needs a little more love than the other. Tonight, it just happens to be Steve. A moment later, he’s holding her up against the wall, sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm as he bites into the soft leather collar. 

They’re both close to climaxing when there’s a knock at the door, slowing down but not completely stopping as Eddie walks in with a groggy smirk. “Got room for one more?”

“Always, as long as it’s you,” Steve breathes, feeling the other man's hands roving up and down his sides until they stop at his hips to still him.

"Need my fingers first?" Steve shakes his head, shuddering as Eddie's hands slide down to his ass. One hand pulls his cheeks apart while the other presses his cock into Steve’s worked hole, both of them groaning as Eddie slides further in. The movement sends Steve deeper into Chrissy, and she gives a little choked gasp as Eddie starts evenly thrusting.

Steve moans into Chrissy’s neck as the cock inside him moves faster, Eddie figuratively fucking them both as he takes hold of Chrissy’s collar. He pulls her forward enough for a kiss, letting her lean against the wall again but keeping hold of the accessory decorating her neck.

“Faster, faster,” Chrissy begs and Steve nods fervently, beyond words. Eddie obeys, biting his lip as he grabs Chrissy’s hips to speed them toward the end.

“Christ, Steve, you feel so goddamn good,” Eddie shouts over Steve’s panting, biting into his shoulder as he comes in his ass, his hard thrusts making Chrissy fall apart on Steve’s cock. She clings to them both as Steve drives into her, biting half on the collar and half into her neck as he finishes.

Eddie helps them down to the floor, wrapping his arms around them both as the cool tile soothes their heated skin. “See, Stevie? We’re not going anywhere.”

Steve closes his eyes and smiles, his hand sliding over Eddie’s on his chest to lace their fingers together. But Chrissy lifts her head to look at him, thinking for a moment. "Were you listening at the door?"

Eddie meets her eye with a crooked grin. "Maybe."

She lays back down, giving Eddie's arm a playful little slap. "Perv." They all chuckle, her hand joining theirs over Steve's heart.