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everyone sees steve crawling out of the back of eddie's van at the end of his lunch period every day his last sememster and it starts two rumors:
the first is that eddie and steve are fucking.
the second is that steve is addicted to drugs.
the truth is that eddie found steve asleep on his park bench in the middle of the fucking woods the first day back from Christmas break and was like, "dude, no. what the fuck."
so now eddie spends his lunches eating sandwiches in his driver's seat, mumbling to himself and trying to ignore the sleeping jock in the back.
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Eddie coming out to Steve and Robin doesn't go exactly as he had expected it to go. He didn't know what he expected, but it was definitely not Steve going,
"Yeah, I know."
"You... know."
"Yeah man, you returned youngblood paused at 14:20, only people who like dicks and butts do that. It's almost at the start of the movie too, and I know you don't like hockey."
"I could have rented it for my uncle!"
Steve doesn't say anything.
"Do you always pay that much attention to where people pause their moves or are you stalking me specifically?"
Steve shrugs, "working gets boring, and it was important information about you specifically."
"why"
"I wanted to check if you would consider dating me, like I did with Vicky for Robin."
Eddie is grateful for Robin's gasp because he can't react to those words himself. This whole conversation had him completely out of the loop and now Steve wants to date him???
"You never told me you liked Eddie!" Robin exclaims. At least someone is as lost in this conversation as him.
"I did tell you," Steve answers matter of factly.
"When?"
"When I said 'those metallica guys are hot' and you said 'ew, they look like Eddie' and I said 'yeah'" Steve throws his hand up, like that's obvious.
"That's not saying anything!"
"Well, you said that you were jealous Tommy Thomson was looking at me and I got it from there, I thought this was the same."
Robin opens her mouth, closes it, embarrassed.
"Can we go back to you wanting to date me?" Eddie asks.
"Sure, now that it's out, do you want to come to mine tomorrow? If we count this as our first date we can make out tomorrow."
Six months. For six months Steve has been listening to this radio show and not ever one time did he expect to hear the host, Eddie Munson, growl out the words āHawkins, Indiana," but here they are. The name said.
Steve stops the car dead in the middle of the road, canāt hear anything aside from the radio show host listing Hawkins facts in his sonorous voice.
He should have known. Like rationally, he should have considered it a possibility that Hawkins might come up on this late night talk radio show called Hellfire about monsters, cryptids, folklore.Ā
Itās just. He thought. Hawkins hadnāt exactly made national news, and what had was about a toxic gas leak and a government coverup, not exactly this showās focus.Ā
But enough, apparently. Obviously.Ā
Eddie starts talking about the disappearance of Will Byers, and Steve lays his head on his steering wheel, tries to ignore the way his hands tremble.Ā
For six months Hellfire brought him comfort and companionship as he roams the dark street of Hawkins on what Robin calls his patrols. Itās not like he can sleep, not anymore, so what better to do than make sure everyone is safe? That thereās no signs of the Upside Down? That the gates are still closed?Ā
Hellfire has been his companion through it all and nowānowā
Eddieās talking about the Department of Energy, MK Ultra, a fake body in the quarry.Ā
He could turn it off. Or better yet, go home. But he sits in his car out by Loverās Lake and he listens to Eddie detail the rumors and speculation. Listens to the callers who share their two cents and conspiracy theoriesānone close to the truth.Ā
The thing is. Heās becomeāfond of Eddie, of Hellfire. He doesnāt care about cryptids, isnāt interested in Big Foot, but he was captivated by Eddie. Not just him, though, itās the whole thing with his producer, Gareth, and his two other best friends who pop in from time to time. Theyāre funny, nerdy, love that dork game the kids play. And if the low resonance of Eddieās voice makes him a little melty? Well, thatās between him and 3am.Ā
Steve calls in, sometimes. Has called in. Just, you know, once a week or so. It's not like he knows anything about the monsters, but he asks questions, likes to listen to Eddie talk no matter if he understands.
They finish with a caller and Eddie says, "unfortunately, we'll probably never know what happened."
And Gareth cuts in to say, "Hawkins is only an hour a way. You know. If you find that interesting."
"What are you saying, Gar?" Eddie asks. "That we should go?" He laughs.
"Why not? We could do our own investigation. Maybe we'll find something the authorities don't want us to."
"Hmm, what do you think, listeners? Should we don our adventurer caps and head into the unknown?"
He doesn't remember putting the car into drive, but he knows he's speeding toward the little two-pump gas station on the edge of town and the deserted pay phone there.
The line beeps and beeps when he dials. He tries again and again, until finally there's a click, and Eddie's radio voice booming in his ear.
"Thank you for calling Hellfire," he laughs, manic. "You're--
"You can't go to Hawkins," he interrupts.
"Sweetheart," Eddie croons. "Haven't heard from you in a while. How are you?"
"I'm Fine. Stay out of Hawkins."
"You gotta ease into it a little, baby. Little small talk first."
"Eddie..."
"What do you know about Hawkins?"
"N--nothing. I've heard bad things about it. Cops."
"Cops," Eddie snorts. "I'm not afraid of Hawkins PD. Are you calling because you're worried for my well-being, sweetheart?"
"Yes." Steve doesn't hesitate.
"You're my favorite listener, you know that?"
"I'm being serious."
"It's cute."
"It's a really bad idea to go to Hawkins."
"Do you know what's funny? You didn't know what a chupacabra was, but you know about Hawkins."
"I--" he swallows. "Have specific interests."
Eddie laughs. "What do you know about Hawkins?"
"Nothing," too quick.
"Are you lying to me?"
"I can't say."
"You just keep getting more and more mysterious."
"Please, stay away. It's--there are things, people--you don't want their attention. Just, please. Trust me."
"I'll agree on one condition. Tell me how you know this."
"I can't," he whispers. "That's why you need to trust me."
"What's stopping you?"
He flashes back to an interrogation room, Hopper's stern face, the even sterner ones of the government agents, the four-inch high stack of papers to sign, again and again and again.
"NDAs."
Dead silence on the other line until Eddie asks, "wait, PLURAL?" excitement spikes through the speakers.
That's when Steve hears the distant click down the line, knows it isn't him or Eddie, knows--
The line goes dead.
"Fuck."
He goes straight to the cabin. It's late enough in the morning now that he's unsurprised to see the glowing ember of a cigarette near the porch steps.
"What'd you do, kid?" Hopper asks when Steve gets out of his car.
"Called into a radio show about monsters."
The chief sighs, drops his hands to his sides, muttering. The crunch of gravel way up the long drive has them both turning.
"Guess we're in for a long day." Hopper stomps out his cigarette.
---
Steve isn't allowed to listen to Hellfire anymore. Is forbidden from calling in. And he gets it, okay, he knows. He said too much on the radio, but he hopes that he didn't get Eddie in trouble, that they don't try to come to Hawkins.
He gets a late start on his patrols one night. Took the kids to the movies, caved within minutes when they begged to go for ice cream after, Robin giving him a fond eye roll when he stops.
It's late, summer sun set for hours already, and he's driving on backroads behind the lab. And it's been--it's been a few weeks, okay, since the last call, long enough that he's stopped thinking Eddie will show, so when he sees the van on the side of the road--when he sees the van he doesn't stop right away.
It's tan and white or maybe grey, old, from the 70's or something; spiky black lettering on the side. It says Hellfire.
Steve slams on the breaks so hard the tires squeal, car skidding. He parks haphazardly on the side of the road, only grabbing a flashlight before hurling himself into the woods.
He figures Eddie and the guys will be easy to find, bumbling through unfamiliar forest, but minutes pass with nothing but his own feet crushing through the underbrush. He's afraid to yell, afraid it will draw the wrong kind of attention, but he does a kind of hoarse whisper, knowing it's not enough.
There's a small rock formation that he skirts past, mind everywhere but on his surroundings. He hears a rustle, he thinks, turns, and in the space of a breath, collides with something distinctly solid, warm, and judging by the pained grunt, human.
"Fuck. Gareth?" A very familiar voice asks.
"Eddie??" He responds. His fingers scrabble for his flashlight, illuminating the leaf strewn forest floor and some nearby tree roots.
A beam of light illuminates his chest and face, forcing his eyes down. "Who are you?"Eddie demands.
Steve finally grabs his flashlight, points it at Eddie's middle. Has a second to take in his long, curly hair, his cut-off t-shirt, pale skin and the swirl of inky black tattoos. "I'm--I--I called into your show. I--I told you not to--"
"Oh," Eddie's breath hitches. "Sweetheart. You said not to come to Hawkins and then you--you--" He blinks, seems to struggle to find words. "I didn't expect you to be so beautiful."
He smiles. "i--your show, I loved it. I miss listening to you. I miss--" He takes a step, closes the distance. Eddie smiles and it grips something in his stomach, doesn't let go.
Over Eddie's shoulder, there's a flash of movement, catches in Steve's periphery. It's an unfurling, an opening, there's a shine of saliva, teeth.
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Steve remembers his first Valentine's Day. He was in first grade and spent the day prior decorating a shoebox to act as a makeshift mailbox. The next day the class had a party where all the cards were passed out, but throughout the gathering, girls came up to give him extra candy. One girl even kissed him on the cheek and ran off.Ā
Steve felt butterflies in his stomach for the first time that day and decided Valentineās wasnāt all that bad.Ā
As the years went on, Steve looked forward to the holiday for reasons beyond extra candy. February 14 was used to fill the void of affection his parents were slowly taking from him.
And once Steve started middle school, and class-wide valentines were no longer mandatory, he realized the holiday was different for him than other boys. Heād get more cards and candy than some of his friends, and in seventh grade, a girl pulled Steve aside to let him know how much she liked him. Steve only knew the girl because they shared a couple of classes, but figured he should be polite and ask her out. After all, that is what all the boys around him would do.Ā
Years later Robin would unpack just how wrong this was to do.Ā
In short, Steve always looked forward to Valentine's Day and even kept a box under his bed where he kept his favorites - the standouts among the mass-printed, store-bought postcards that were delivered to Steve with a personal touch.
When he started Hawkins High a part of him was nervous that one of his steady sources of affection would dry up, but Steve found the exact opposite. The school encouraged the holiday by allowing students to send each other candy-grams and flowers throughout the day. Even among the students, there was a buzz. In the days leading up to V-day, photocopied maps of lockers would be passed around where people could write their friendās name on it, in the hopes that it would encourage more personal gifts and confessions.Ā
In his four years at Hawkins High Steveās name always made it on the map before he could write it.Ā
During his freshman year, Steve gets more than a few candy-grams in homeroom, prompting Tommy and Carol to tease him as they steal his candy.Ā
In between classes, he takes more trips than usual to his locker to collect the cards and notes left for him. Some are signed, some are just a phone number with a name and a lipstick print. Steve canāt help but get high off the constant reminders ofĀ wantĀ as the day goes on.
Needing to kill time before the bus towards Loch Nora arrives, Steve heads to his locker after basketball practice. Sure it could have waited until morning, but Steveās never been a patient man.Ā
Inside his locker are a few more notes, but among the pink and pastels that have filled his vision all day, the crimson card stands out. He opens the front flap to find the card is actually an origami note, and not wanting to rip it, carefully unfolds the missive.Ā
His eyes are immediately pulled to the drawing at the bottom: a half-sun and half-moon face on a backdrop of stars. His eyes then wander up to the note to find not a letter, but a short poem -Ā
Some people say my love cannot be true
Please believe me, my love, and I'll show you
I will give you those things you thought unreal
The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal
It takes Steve a few times to read it to get the gist of the meaning, and he canāt help but blush. Either the writer is talented or she copied someone. Either way, Steve knows this is making it into his special box. Before folding it back Steveās eyes searched the page for a name or phone number, only to find a small āEā at the corner of the note.Ā
Steve spends the rest of the week wracking his brain for all the girls in his class and even the year above whose name starts with an E, even going so far as to approach a few of them.Ā
When he gets no answer other than a few dates he puts it out of his mind.Ā
*
Sophomore year is almost an identical repeat of the year before. Candygrams were delivered and stolen by Tommy and Carol. Notes stuffed in his locker, getting more lascivious as the day goes on. It seems his reputation preceded him, and there are more than a few propositions in letter form.
And just like the year before there is a crimson note waiting for him after practice. Steve wasnāt even anticipating the note, figuring it was a one-off from the year prior. But seeing it sitting on top of his books, Steve canāt help but ignore all the other letters and notes in favor of opening another message from E.
Like last time thereās a drawing, this time of a detailed headstone citing a kiss as the cause of death, the skull atop bearing a lip print. And just like the year before is a poem -Ā
To find a kiss of yours
what would I give
A kiss that strayed from your lips
dead to love
Steve restarts his attempts to find E, only this time he goes for a more subtle approach, flirting with instead of confronting any girl whose name starts with the offending letter.Ā
It doesnāt end with Steve solving the mystery but does end with Steve going on dates with Elizabeth, Evelyn, Emily, and Erin.Ā
*
The Valentines of his junior year is an interesting one. Sure heās been dating Nancy for almost three months now, but that doesnāt stop some very ambitious girls from sending candy and cards his way. He details each gift to Nancy as the day goes on because that's what a good boyfriend would do, right? And sure, he wishes Nancy would look more perturbed, but all he gets is small kisses on his cheek with her saying they can use the candy as dessert when she makes him dinner this weekend.Ā
The only thing Steve keeps to himself though is his hope for a third crimson note.
Sure Steve hasnāt gotten any luck with finding out who the sender is. And even if he did find out this year he couldnāt act on it. But there's something about the effort that Steve craves. That someone cares enough about Steve to write, draw, and fold the letter each year.Ā
And just like the years prior the note is there, drawing and all.
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
Ā
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Ā
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Ā
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
Not only is this year's poem longer, but the drawing also intrigues Steve. The picture is of a winged man, gazing up at the words written above him with an almost longing expression, while flames dance at his feet. Steve canāt help but examine the detail that went into the drawing, and even blushes at how handsome he is.Ā
So the next day when Nancy drags him to the library to study, he sneaks away to ask the librarian if she recognizes the poem (without showing her the note). She walks him over to the poetry section and hands him a collection of British poetry, turning to the section on W.H. Auden.Ā
Steve reads a brief description of the poem, about the unrequited love between the poet and the stars. He bitterly thinks that this love might not be unrequited if he could figure out who his secret admirer was.Ā
Years later Steve would realize two things - Indiana public school books didn't care to mention that W.H. Auden was gay and that he really should have looked at the checkout card inside the book cover.
*Ā
Steve contemplates staying home for the last Valentine's Day of his high school career. He's certain he won't get any grams now that heās fallen from grace and taken no steps to climb back up.Ā
But despite how obnoxious sharing court with Hargrove is, basketball practice is the only thing keeping him sane as he counts down the days till graduation.Ā
Steve didn't even mean to go back to his locker that day not wanting to be disappointed by the lack of a crimson note. But he needs his notes to study for chemistry, and as he pulls out the binder the crimson letter falls to the floor.Ā
Steve can't help the way his heart clenches at the sight. How such a simple thing can remind him why he loves his holiday so much?Ā
He then figures that the sender. Must be someone in his grade if they've kept these notes coming all four years.Ā
Passing stranger! You do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,Ā or sheĀ I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recallād as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with meĀ or a girl with meĀ ,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
Steve sinks onto the floor as he reads the poem over and over again. He can't help but smirk at how the bits about girls are stricken through, but also that it's a farewell of sorts. It leaves Steve with a bittersweet feeling to know he'll never find out the sender's identity.Ā
*Ā
Over piles of discount candy in 1986, Steve shares with Robin the details of the crimson notes tucked under his bed. Robin can't help but laugh as she looks through them pointing out to Steve how fucking homo erotic all the poems are.Ā
After a bit of denial, Steve finally admits that Robin may be right and kicks himself for only searching for girls back when he was in high school. Realizing he didn't bother to get a copy of the yearbook he asks Robin if he can come one day to search the pages at her house for clues. But a few weeks later literal hell breaks loose and he forgets all about it
Part of Steve wishes he actually bothered to get a copy of the yearbook so he could search the pages, but a few weeks later literal hell breaks loose and he forgets all about it
*
It's February 1987 and Steve is wondering how he's spending Valentine's Day Eve cleaning up his kitchen after the party wraps their D&D session for the night.Ā
Eddie is helping him tidy as he recounts how on the ride over to Steve's, Dustin was explaining how nervous he was about his radio date with Suzie the next day wanting to do something special but not cheesy.Ā
āI told him he should recite some poetry and he told me that's lame,ā Eddie says in a way that expresses their mutual frustration with Henderson.Ā
āIt's not lame. If it's done right,ā Steve agrees.Ā
āThe little shit then told me that metal lyrics don't count as poetry and I told him that I know more than just metal lyrics.āĀ
Steve can't help but look amused and gestures for Eddie to regale him with a poem.Ā
Eddie clears his throat and begins, āTo find a kiss of yours what I would giveā¦ā
āA kiss that strayed from your lips...dead to love,ā Steve finishes unthinking. After all, he read those words hundreds of times.Ā
That's when it clicks for Steve. TheĀ EĀ written in the corner of all those notes stood for Eddie.Ā
Eddie's eyes catch Steve's and he visibly swallows. His complexion pails and he looks like he's about to run for it, but Steve sputters out his confession.Ā
āI kept them all.āĀ
Eddie's eyes widened even further at that as if he couldn't believe what Steve was saying.
Steve never dreamed of being a hero when he was young. Partially because it didn't fascinate him like it did the other kids, but mainly because his dad found the idea to be boorish. Hero work was for idealists and a form of manual labor. But that didn't stop Harrington Inc. from manufacturing support items and profiting from the hero industry.
Steve's quirk manifested later than most, and it happened during his middle school baseball game. That's when the choice to be a hero was made for him. What should have been a simple swing sent the ball flying out of the park, unraveling as it flew. It was caught on video and soon news outlets were playing the clip on repeat, and that's when his father saw an opportunity. What better way to expand Harrington Inc. into hero management than by molding his own son to be a top ranking hero.
And that's how All-American came to be.
Before Steve knew it he was sent off to the top hero school in the country already with a hero name, costume, and scheduled appearances. After all Richard Harrington always had money to spent on status. He was sent to every top junior hero event and without being asked was signed up for every competition.
It's not that Steve didn't enjoy hero work. Once he got into it he really found a fondness for it and really grew at his internships. And once he graduated he was under Richard's thumb less and less.
Sure he stuck to the gimmicky baseball schtick - his signature item was a bat that channeled his quirk and his costume was a classic 1950s baseball uniform - but it was worth it. He was recognizable and kids were always eager to meet him.
And over the years he climbed up the American hero ranks. It was when he cracked the top 20 that his father gave him a slightly approving nod and when Steve didn't feel the rush of approval, but instead a rising anxiety, he knew he needed a change.
That's when he took up his best friend Robin's job offer. When she wasn't called in for hostage negotiation - her language quirk lent itself to that - she taught at their alma mater. She's been bugging him to join their staff for ages and Steve finally accepts.
He loves his job as a teacher and his inital batch of first years capture his heart. Particularly a small cohort of hero hopefuls who keep calling their future agency "the Party". His first year goes off without a hitch and come second year he's happy to have his same homeroom.
But as the weeks go on Steve starts to hear more and more about one of new Heroics teacher, a solo vigilante type who goes by his first name - Eddie. He's seen him around the staff areas, and from what Robin tells him he took the job after Principal Hopper brokered a deal with the hero commission following an incident. But that's not what's bothering Steve. No, what has him riled is the way his kids suddenly worship a hero who seems to flaunt all the values of heroing.
And all that's made worse by the way Steve can't stop staring at him.
Eddie had always dreamed of being a hero after the first time he saw one on the news. He didn't like the way his dad scoffed at his announcement over dinner, but his mother indulged him. She sewed him a costume based on his doodles and let him tell her about all his future adventures. That was until she got sick and while in Eddie's imagination he could save her, reality didn't match up.
When he put on his costume months after her death his dad screamed at him. After all how could the son of a dealer and car thief ever be a hero? The Munson's couldn't afford hero school. It was once in a blue moon that some kid from public school even made it into any noteworthy hero school. Why would Eddie think he was that special. That night the reality of Eddie's life hit him and he put away his mom's costume along with his dreams.
His quirk came a month into living with Uncle Wayne. He was sitting in his room, singing along to his Metallica cassette, when suddenly he became aware of the location of everything in the trailer and gave himself a headache. Wayne found him curled up on the floor and after a trip to the free clinic Eddie heard the term echolocation for the first time.
Eddie was thankful he'd given up his hopes of becoming a hero because what a lame quirk to be saddled with.
Or at least that's what he thought until one night he was randomly clicking his tongue, his usual night time entertainment to spy on the trailer park, and saw someone trying to break into the Gilbert trailer. Eddie walked outside and shone a light on the would be robber and they went running. And that's all it took for Eddie to start using his power for surveillance and evasion.
Throughout his teenage years he honed his skills, adding some rough combat skills to the mix, and without formal training took the license exam. It took him a few tries but in the end he got it.
It was during his last try that he encountered All-American for the first time. Sure Eddie had seen him on the news, because who hadn't? But seeing him up close with his perfect costume and support items caused a resentment to begin bubbling. Seems all his dad's rants about the have and have nots really got to him.
And years later when he ran into All-American aka Steve during his first month at the nation's top hero academy, he couldn't help but give him the cold shoulder.
But that didn't stop Eddie from stealing glances when he could.
Steve never dreamed of being a hero when he was young. Partially because it didn't fascinate him like it did the other kids, but mainly because his dad found the idea to be boorish. Hero work was for idealists and a form of manual labor. But that didn't stop Harrington Inc. from manufacturing support items and profiting from the hero industry.
Steve's quirk manifested later than most, and it happened during his middle school baseball game. That's when the choice to be a hero was made for him. What should have been a simple swing sent the ball flying out of the park, unraveling as it flew. It was caught on video and soon news outlets were playing the clip on repeat, and that's when his father saw an opportunity. What better way to expand Harrington Inc. into hero management than by molding his own son to be a top ranking hero.
And that's how All-American came to be.
Before Steve knew it he was sent off to the top hero school in the country already with a hero name, costume, and scheduled appearances. After all Richard Harrington always had money to spent on status. He was sent to every top junior hero event and without being asked was signed up for every competition.
It's not that Steve didn't enjoy hero work. Once he got into it he really found a fondness for it and really grew at his internships. And once he graduated he was under Richard's thumb less and less.
Sure he stuck to the gimmicky baseball schtick - his signature item was a bat that channeled his quirk and his costume was a classic 1950s baseball uniform - but it was worth it. He was recognizable and kids were always eager to meet him.
And over the years he climbed up the American hero ranks. It was when he cracked the top 20 that his father gave him a slightly approving nod and when Steve didn't feel the rush of approval, but instead a rising anxiety, he knew he needed a change.
That's when he took up his best friend Robin's job offer. When she wasn't called in for hostage negotiation - her language quirk lent itself to that - she taught at their alma mater. She's been bugging him to join their staff for ages and Steve finally accepts.
He loves his job as a teacher and his inital batch of first years capture his heart. Particularly a small cohort of hero hopefuls who keep calling their future agency "the Party". His first year goes off without a hitch and come second year he's happy to have his same homeroom.
But as the weeks go on Steve starts to hear more and more about one of new Heroics teacher, a solo vigilante type who goes by his first name - Eddie. He's seen him around the staff areas, and from what Robin tells him he took the job after Principal Hopper brokered a deal with the hero commission following an incident. But that's not what's bothering Steve. No, what has him riled is the way his kids suddenly worship a hero who seems to flaunt all the values of heroing.
And all that's made worse by the way Steve can't stop staring at him.
Lexi Lexi you got me thinking with the cute teen mom Steve idea.. omega teen mom Steve, nice, a classic.
But, what about teen dad alpha Steve who sleeps around and gets a call from the hospital out of the blue saying hey, you've got a kid here.
And what if his parents tell him not to come home with the baby and to put it up for adoption.
And where is a suddenly homeless single teen parent going to live if not the trailer park?
And something happens to make him worry about having baby taken from him, because everyone knows a single alpha isn't fit to raise a baby alone, they don't have the maternal instincts needed, even though Steve has always been way too maternal for an alpha.
And enter his neighbour Eddie Munson, weirdo maybe closeted omega who maybe somehow saves Steve's ass by claiming to be the mother. And maybe then they fall in love and have more babies. Maybe that.
Do you guys want me to get in trouble for discussing teen pregnancy on here again?š I love this idea and everything about it, but I swear to god if anyone starts shit, Iām throwing the whole ship away.
Eddie would totally start off annoyed as fuck about the constantly crying baby next door, so he initially goes to his neighborās front door to ask why their kid wonāt shut the hell up.
It only takes one look at Steveās heartbroken face for him to realize that the baby isnāt crying from lack of trying on his part.
And goddamnit, yeah, Eddie doesnāt normally go around openly advertising his omega status, but if he doesnāt help this poor alpha, who else is gonna?
So maybe he scoops up Steveās pup and rips off his scent blocker patch, letting a soothing scent out in order to calm her down.
Itās not like he cares about a stranger.
But Steve needed help and the baby needed to sleep so Eddie could sleep.
If it becomes a nightly routine of Eddie coming over to give him a hand, thatās nobodyās business but theirs.
At least until someone reports Steve for being a single father and Eddie doesnāt even check before claiming to be the other parent.
Moving in together is the natural next stepā to keep up the rouse of course!
The falling in love part is less of a plan and more of a happy accident.
I was rereading burn because I was missing waking up in vagas hours and then I reread bandaids and while talking about it to a friend she was like "you should read 6 kids and a winnebego series" and I did and the actual jump scare when the author was like "THANKS LEXI FOR BETAING!!" LABWKWNSNS DID THE UNIVERSE KNOW I MISSED YOU???
Pfffttt. Yeah @oddree13ās usual beta was busy for a while there and I stepped into the role because the one thing I love more than writing is editing. Itās an amazingly soft and beautiful series and actually what inspired me to start writing steddie omegaverse ficsš
(Link because not enough of you have read it and I wonāt stop mentioning it until I feel confident you all have given Oddree the love thatās deserved for that masterpiece)
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Due to the illness of a team member, this week's episode will be moved to the 25th of November. Instead, we offer you some of our comfort fics to keep you cozy this weekend. š²š«
ā¾ļø Swing and a Miss by deadonarrival (@dead-on-arrivals)
āHey so ⦠I have some mixed news,ā Steve says.
āUh oh,ā Eddie says, āare they changing your position, are you gonna be a ā like a third base catcher man?ā
Steve laughs and shakes his head, āno, nothing that bad - I found out more about the whole like, bringing a person along thing.ā
āOh cool,ā Eddie says, sliding down on the couch next to him, ādo I get like a fancy VIP pass?ā
āYou do,ā Steve says, āthereās just one catch.ā
āOkay?ā Eddie asks, tilting his head and reaching for the tv remote.
āApparently they usually reserve the box for the wives and girlfriends ⦠so either youāre gonna have to be my boyfriend or youāre going to have to sit in the stands with the fans.ā
Eddie makes a noise that must register to Steve as alarmed or upset because he rushes to finish.
āItās not that bad, you just need to like, pretend to be my boyfriend so you can sit with the other WAGs and like, then you can be in the box and have all you can drink alcohol and snacks.ā
āDid you agree to this!?ā Eddie asks.
āIf I say yes, how mad are you going to be?ā Steve asks.
š Six Kids and a Winnebago by Oddree13 (@oddree13)
Summer has come to Hawkins and the kids begged and pleaded to be driven to the lake to swim. Eddie agreed to take the second car full of gremlins which is how he finds himself sitting in the shade with Robin while the kids splash around the lakeshore. Almost immediately upon arrival, Steve began to set up a sandwich station for lunch with Nancy offering her assistance, leaving the pair to gossip and chat.
Eddie scans the scene before him and takes in the sight of Harrington and Wheeler making sandwich after sandwich, while the teenagers start a game of chicken. Itās almost too domestic for his taste but reminds him of something heās been meaning to ask Robin. āSo tell me, how much shit have you given Harrington for his six kids and a Winnebago comment?ā
š Out of Curiosity by camouflagedlove (@edtheymunsthem)
āSo youāre not attracted to me? Like at all?ā Steve asked.
Robin dropped her head onto the counter with a loud thump and a groan.
āSteve, buddy, you can calm down. I, Eddie Munson, am not attracted to nor planning to hit on King Steve. Scoutās honor,ā Eddie held up his fingers to mirror a scout salute.
Or: 5 times Eddie wouldn't admit he finds Steve attractive and 1 time he finally did.
ā”ļø electric feel by griesly (@griesly)
An ordinary shift at tech support ends up being the best thing to ever happen to Eddie Munson when frantic history major Steve Harrington rushes in to the repair shop (and his life) with a deadline to meet.
š Munson Jr by ItCanBePalped (@itcanbepalped)
Munson. Harrington adopted a hideous alley cat and named it fucking Munson. He couldn't think of a single way to take that as a compliment. Was it too much to hope they were friends enough that they would be above insults? Wasn't Harrington supposed to be a good dude these days?
Deep in your veins, I will not lie -Cry little Sister.
On insta I said I was going to do a special picture for Friday the 13th as it's also my birthday. And everyone seemed to agree it was to be Lost Boys or Steddie. So here's Lost Boys Steddie. Steve thinks it's just an innocent beach date and heās embarrassed by his ketchup accident. And Eddie is trying so hard not to reveal his not so innocent vampire tendencies. Or you could say I just wanted to draw cute guys in leather š
soulmate-esque au where steve is born with a psychic power where the first time he touches someone who will be important to him, he gets flashes of future moments between the two of them.
the first time he touches nancy he sees flashes of the two of them happy together, then an argument. the flashes clearly jump ahead a few years, as if they maybe stopped talking for a while, but they still look happy in that future. he thinks that maybe they get in a big fight, but clearly theyāre still in each others lives for a long, long time.
when he ruffles dustinās hair looking for dart, he gets flashes of laughter and jokes and a long life of brotherhood. he sees secret handshakes and little plastic dice and being invited to thanksgiving.
theyāre not always positive. the first time he brushes past billy in the locker room, heās filled with flashes of anger and dread and pain, and none of what he sees makes sense in the moment.
on his first day at scoops, he shakes robinās hands and gets his biggest vision yet. thereās so much love and happiness and joy there, including a montage in which they seem to work a frankly absurd variety of jobs. but he gets stuck on an image of himself in a tux, robin in a wedding dress, and thinks this must be my future wife.
it isnāt until much later, on a dirty bathroom floor, that he realizes he was standing behind robin in that vision of her in a wedding dress, and, oh, heās her best man.
almost a year later, when eddie pushes him against a wall with a broken bottle to his neck, steve is almost convinced heās passed out because of the sheer number of visions running through his head. some of the flashes are innocent happy momentsāsharing a joint, laughing at a movie, making dinnerābut thereās also flashes of pleasure and adoration and devotion on a level that steveās never felt before.
he sees flashes of waking up next to eddie in bed, walking a dog around a lake hand in hand, watching eddie perform on stage, a soft kiss to a bare shoulder.
and suddenly steve yearns, thinks heās never fully known the meaning of that word until now. he tries to play it cool, doesnāt want to freak eddie out, but heās seen so many visions of them holding hands that his fingers itch with the need to interlace with eddieās.
when eddie is attacked by demobats, everyone tries to get steve and dustin to leave eddieās body behind, because clearly eddie is dead. and steve canāt explain to them why he knows that canāt be true, he just stubbornly insists and drags eddie to a hospital as he promises again and again to dustin that eddie is going to make it.
everyone but steve is shocked when the doctors find the barest hint of a pulse.
itās touch and go at first, but they put eddie in a medically induced coma and he starts to improve. steve is there the whole time. he tells the unconscious eddie about all of the things they still have to do together, about how he knows eddie will live a long, happy life because heās seen eddie with gray in his hair, laugh lines etched into his face, as they welcome their first grandchild to the world.
and eddie makes it, and when he was up eddie tells steve he heard everything. steve steels himself for denial or disbelief, but eddie tells him that itās the first thing heās heard in the past month that actually makes sense.
they share their first kiss right there in the hospital room, and even though steve has seen this moment before, it still takes his breath away.
as he grows older, steve notices more and more of the moments heās seen in visions as they happen. he happily discovers that thereās so much the visions donāt show, and thereās still so much to see.
because yes, just like he saw all those years ago, he stands behind robin at her wedding, and itās as moving and special as it always looked. but he also gives max away at her and lucasās wedding, and he helps dustin propose to suzie, and he helps erica pick out her wedding dress. and, of course, robin stands behind steve at his own wedding.
steve lives a long happy life, with so many memoriesāseen and unseenāto look forward to.
Day 3 of @omegaversesteddieweek ! It's bonding/mating!
I wanted it to be a continuation of sorts of Day 1, but reading it is not compulsory! This is also a gift to @oddree13 <3 (I'm gifting each day to one of my fav authors (and also the people who even got me into the work!) in the a/b/o genre for steddie)
Enjoy!
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Organization for Transformative Works
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The goal of this project is more to collect than to create.Ā
One of the ways I got so into Steddie was through engaging with community online through Twitter and Tumblr. But even though the internet is forever, some ideas get lost.Ā
The goal of this zine to collect snippets of Steddie fanlore and preserve it in zine form for future enjoyment.Ā
The current open categories for works are:
Canon Threads
Alternate Universes
Omegaverse
BDSM
Contribute vs. Create
As stated about the goal of this is to collect not create.Ā
What that means is that all content submitted should already be published on your timeline. This is for two reasons:
As creators of fic, drabbles, threads, and art, we don't need another project to do
Keep the project cost low - basically the cost of printing and postage.Ā
Creators deserve to be compensated so their work so this zine is entirely voluntary and a labor of love. I will not be taking tweets and Tumblr posts from anyone that did not give permission.
What Can I Contribute?
For all zines the following items can be contributed:
Tweets and Twitter threads
Tumblr posts
Discord screengrabs
The parameters for the first zines are as follows:
Canon Threads
Anything and everything as long as it fits within the following "canon" - (1) Everyone lives and nobody dies ala pre-vol 2; (2)Ā Steve and Eddie are aware of each others existence; and (3) No alternate universes that aren't plausible within the Stranger Things universe as it stands.Ā
Examples of this include - characterizations, future plans, how they get together, upside down interactions, babysitting the kids, coping after the upside down, reunited in the future, etc.Ā
Alternate Universes
Any sort of AU that is outside of ST canon
Any sort of AU that isn't A/B/O
Omegaverse
Anything in the realm of omegaverse is fair game
BDSM
These boys are spicy and we are too! Submit all your bdsm headcanons, flagging theories, and top/bottom thoughts.Ā
If you aren't sure feel free to ask or submit whatever and see what sticks.Ā
Rating wise we're going to stick with the E rating on AO3, and there will be SFW and NSFW options for purchase if there is high demand.Ā
Please avoid DDDNE and Dark themes as the editor is a sensitive bean. Angst is fine.Ā Ā
Submission Lengths
About 2500 words
This includes thread fics (that are about 15-20 tweets) and tumblr posts.Ā
If that thread went on to become a fic later in time, link it too so I can share that with readers.
All usernames will be kept on the contributing posts. You do not have to be active on twitter right now to submit, so archived and private tweets can be submitted, just allowed the @lofi_steddie account access.
Some examples of thread fics and headcanons are below
Example 1
Example 2
What Will It Look Like?
Lo-fi. Very lo-fi.
This is going to be me, taking screenshots of tweets and posts, gluing them on a page, and then copying it on a Xerox
It will not be in color. It will look DIY.Ā
If you want to contribute art it will also be black and white.
The goal is to keep costs low and color ink is pricey
Do Contributors Get Copies?
Yes! You'll be the first to get them. If you contribute I'll do my best to make them free to you. If you are outside of the US a PDF version will be made available.Ā