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Post-Starcourt Stobin, who don't want to explain where their injuries came from to paramedics, decide to leave but also like, they need medical attention.
Robin got a cut on her knee during the final battle that won't stop bleeding and Steve is just...broken.
"Awe, don't say that," Steve complains with blood pouring down his chin from his reopened split lip. "I'm just..."
"Tired," Robin finishes for him when Steve trails off. He's doing that with frequency now. Robin thinks his injuries might be worse than he's admitting so, "Let's rest."
Robin's not sure where they're at but Steve says they're halfway to his house so, a little rest is fine.
She finds a door that's unlocked and a house that's empty, and that feels like a good enough reason to enter it and - "Find the first aid kit. I'll patch up your knee."
"On it."
Steve slowly sits down and Robin disappears down the hall. She scrubs off as much grim as she can in the bathroom sink, returns with the first aid kit, and joins him on the couch when the door opens and -
"...What's happening here?"
"We're...." Steve starts, stalls, picks back up to say "intruders" at the same time Robin blurts out, "Your friends! Here for the surprise part - did you say intruders?"
"What?" Steve, who definitely did, responds. "No. Why would I say that? I-"
"Hey," Eddie Munson cuts in. "What the fuck are you doing in my house and why do you look like roadkill?"
First of all, "Rude."
"To roadkill, maybe," Eddie crosses his arms. "Again, Iâm asking-"
Second of all...
"Dude, shut up," Steve snaps at him. "I'm tired and everything hurts, and you're fucking loud. Iâm trying to concentrate."
Eddie gives him a condescending gesture to continue but it's pretty clear that Steve doesn't remember what he was trying to do.
Robin jumps in to take over but..."What are we doing?"
Steve sounds so tired when he says, "I don't know."
"Eddie," She says, feeling the night hit her all at once and finally.
Finally, asking the one thing she's wanted since they fell down that elevator shaft, "Help us, please?"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Author: Anonymous Teen And Up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply M/M Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 02, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington
Summary
Then all of a sudden the moments slow down, filtering through his mind like the sand in an hourglass, and when he blinks heâs got Hargrove pinned up against the brick with his fists. Hargrove is momentarily too stunned to do anything about it. Heâs still got a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He is also sporting a hell of a shiner, which makes something like satisfaction coil up like a snake in Eddieâs belly. Apparently Steve doesnât pull his punches, either. âThe fuck did you do to Harrington?â Eddie asks, his voice so low itâs practically a growl.
"Dude! Will you stop squirming."
Steve's voice sounds mildy annoyed more than anything, despite his arms locking around Eddie in a vice-like hold. Eddie wiggles his fingers in protest and sucks in a hitched breath, startled.
Steve is all around him.
Firm biceps flexing... Chest flush against his back. The intoxicating mix of hairspray and a generous helping of cologne is stifling.
Steve's Peanut Bopper breath ghosts his cheek.
Eddie thinks he whimpers from the tickle of it.
"Huh?" he replies.
What was happening before they got like this again?
"I mean, it's cute and all," Steve explains, tone light, as if Eddie's heart isn't ricocheting about within his grasp, "But you just don't stop!"
Eddie turns his head and stares directly at a set of plush, amused lips very much within kissing distance.
He leans back and grins.
"You think I'm cute?"
For the fic writers, Eddie Munsons car is a 1977 GMC G2500 Gaucho
Thanks to this post I found a listing with these pics. I didnât realize the van had a bench seat in the back.
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Steve falls from the top of the popularity ladder, hits every rung face first on the way down, and has no one to sit with at lunch so...
"No."
"What do you mean no?"
"I mean, no," Steve says, opening his locker. "No thanks. Go away."
Steve Harrington looks like someone tried to kick his face into the back of his skull. He looks like he can't take a deep breath without getting a glimpse of the afterlife, and yet. He's saying - "No. No??? No thanks, he says. I asked if you wanted to sit at my table at lunch and you say no? What the fuck does that mean?"
"That's a great grasp on the English language," Steve says, hobbling off to eat lunch alone. "I can see why you're repeating senior year."
"Dick."
All anyone can talk about the next day is how Steve is no longer on the basketball team. Eddie asks again because, "It's prime real estate, right there. At the best table in town."
"You think the best table in town is a wobbly cafeteria table that's permanently sticky?"
"I meant to eat at."
"The best table in town is in this school?" Steve clarifies. "Not at like, Enzo's?"
"Sit at my table during lunch."
"Sure," Steve says easily and then goes to eat in his car.
The next day, he's not at lunch. The day after that, he's not at school. Back in his car the following day, and then - "Get your ass off my hood, Munson."
"Come sit at my table," He demands, not moving from the hood of the car. "You're not better than us and you have no friends. Those are the only qualifications you need so let's go."
Steve doesn't bother to give him a response, just unlocks his car and slowly, very slowly lowers down into the driver's seat. He's speaking through his teeth in a pain-laced voice, "Do I look like I need friends, Munson?"
"Yeah."
Steve rolls his eyes, "Wasn't aware you hated the friends you have."
"I don't-"
"Because otherwise, it's pretty shitty that you're trying to make them targets by inviting me to hang around," Steve says. "In fact, maybe you should thanking me that Iâm taking all the loser attention off you and your...loser friends."
Eddie tilts his head, let's what Steve said settle between them, and then grins, "Awe."
"You care about us," Eddie coos. "Steve Harrington: Nerd Protector. You're trying to keep us safe, cute."
Steve doesn't respond.
That title is weirdly accurate and he doesn't know how he feels about it so, "Get out of here."
"Sure, Harrington."
The next day, Steve walks out to the car with his lunch and...There are four nerds hanging around his car.
"Told the guys why you're being difficult," Eddie says when he gets closer. "We voted on it and you lost. Welcome to Hellfire."
@morganbritton132 tag preservation squad: #Steve does not need any more nerds in his life#but much like the last time he does not get a choice#Also much like with the party he is bitching at them to stop sitting on his goddamn car
AU where Eddie never gets involved with the Upside Down but sees who picks Dustin up after D&D and would like to know how the hell Steve Harrington got that cut on his neck.
The opposite of Eddie seeing Steve's neck and wondering how he can help him and if Steve is even capable of hurting himself is Tommy seeing Steve's neck and knowing Steve is completely capable of hurting himself.
While Eddie and Tommy are experiencing opposite ends of the 'what the hell happened to Steve and how do I prevent it from happening again?' spectrum, Steve and Robin are weighting the pros and cons of committing worker's comp fraud because, "I mean, we were supposed to be at work when we got hurt."
Steve being like, "What do you mean when we got hurt? You didn't even bruise."
"Oh, was I not there too? Experiencing most of the same things as you?"She asks sarcastically. "Plus, the emotional scars, Steve. Imagine how I felt seeing you like that."
"...you should get financial compensation."
"Exactly."
Now Eddie and Tommy are separately like, 'aw shit, they did it together? Fuck, I gotta look out for Steve and his emotional support mean lesbian.'
a vampire's long term fwbb (friend with blood benefits) making an idle remark about how it was a struggle to handle the aphrodisiac in the bite venom for the first while but now they're used to it and know to expect it and the vampire saying "hey um. so I don't have any bite venom. like at all."
Eddies lives ⼠Gift for my friend SunnyÂ
a little speedpaint
Sometimes you see art that is so READY for a story that you just can't help yourself....
âCome on, come on. So slow,â Eddie laments under his breath as Gareth and Freak drag out the already slow process of unloading Garethâs drum set from the van.
âEd, man, whatâs your hurry?â Gareth asks him, leaning far enough into the back of the van to grab his fallen drumsticks that he has to prop his knee against the bumper. He's just barely managed to scoot back when Eddie reaches across him and slams the doors shut. âWhoa!â He stumbles back an extra step to give Eddie more room, âYou got a hot date?âÂ
Whirling away from the back of the van and letting his feet carry him swiftly to the driverâs side, Eddie shouts over his shoulder, âShut the fuck up, you know I donât.â
But he does.
He does.
Starting up the van, Eddie has to bite down on his lower lip to contain his stupid happy grin because heâs meeting Steve Harrington at the park. And yes, they saved the world together and theyâve been friends for months but that had graduated into hanging out, movie nights, sharing secrets and hand holding, then getting shakes at the A&W and now they kiss. They kiss a lot. And today theyâre letting the Party in on the secret.Â
Does this mean theyâre boyfriends now?Â
Eddie honestly doesnât know. This feels like boyfriends, right? Steve is the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up and the last thing he thinks about before he falls asleep. He wants to, like, live inside his skin. Is that weird? Like, he is so full of unbridled joy every time he sees Steve or thinks about Steve. So much that Eddie just wants to tackle him to the ground and kiss his pretty, perfect fucking face off.
âYou can, you know,â Steve had said last night when Eddie had told him that, âyou can tackle me and kiss me and Iâll just be like, hi!â Famous last words in Eddieâs book. Sounded like Steve was just begging to be arrested for public indecency because Eddie has no self control on a normal day but a day with Steve? Pssh. Be prepared Harrington.
Pulling up to the park, Eddie flounces out of the van. The boys and Max and El are all playing on the basketball court. Well, actually just Mike, Lucas and Max are on the court with a ball. Dustin is reading a book while El and Will are laying in the shade giggling with their heads pressed closed together.
Eddieâs eyes swing to the left and right, finally catching sight of Robin sitting on the tabletop of a picnic table nearby, throwing something at Steve whoâs sitting on the grass a few feet away from her. Steve leans to one side, catching whatever sheâs thrown with his mouth and then grinning wildly at her.Â
Heâs just soâŚso. Sigh.Â
Even from where heâs standing, like 40 yards away, Eddie can appreciate how the white cotton of Steveâs polo shirt is pulling tightly across his broad shoulders and muscled forearms. That the white of his dumb, freshly cleaned sneakers is almost blinding and his khakis - who wears khakis? - are probably too tight across that glorious ass of his. And his face? That beautiful face? Well, Eddie understands why an entire war broke out over Helen of Troy. Heâd do a lot of things just for the right to kiss that face.
He grins like a madman when he remembers that not only does he have the right to kiss that face, heâs been given permission to kiss that face whenever and wherever. Leaving his van behind, Eddie strides purposefully across the park, focusing on his goal and nowhere else. Even when the kids shout hello, he doesnât look away from his target.
By the time Steve notices him, thereâs no escape. Steve tries anyway though, laughing nervously as he scoots away on his ass - probably gonna have grass stains, Harrington. Oh Stevie, you knew what you were getting yourself into, Eddie thinks to himself just before he tackles Steve, gently pushing him flat on his back and bracketing Steveâs hips between his knees in the cool grass. Cupping Steve's head, he tilts it up so Eddie can get his mouth on him.
With a whine that bleeds into a sigh, Steveâs hands come up to Eddieâs hips to hold on as the kiss deepens and Eddie sucks Steveâs bottom lip into his mouth. Pulling back eventually, Eddie smiles down at Steve; a soft, fond smile spreads across Steveâs lips before they part and he whispers, âHi.â
Leaning back down, Eddie lets the curtain of his curls shield them from the M&Mâs that Robin is still throwing at Steve even though heâs in no position to catch them anymore. With a happy, satisfied sigh, Eddie smiles against Steveâs lips and breathes, âHi back.â
Oh my god this is so lovely!! So perfect! â¤ď¸â¨đĽşđđ

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Lucas has never really warmed to Steve. He likes the guy fine or whatever but he can't quite trust him, for some reason. The others are confused because, in theory, he has the most in common with Steve. Max has tried to change his mind, which would normally work on Lucas. Dustin accuses him of being anti-jock ever since the whole witch hunt incident, but Lucas doesn't think that's it at all. They operate as acquaintances. It's fine.
Lucas would therefore like it on the record that he did not volunteer for this.
He did not wake up one morning and think You know what would really enrich my life? Helping Steve Harrington romance Eddie Munson.
No, Steve had just showed up at their weekly shakes and fries night one random Tuesday looking like a kicked puppy, pathetically confessing a hopeless crush to Dustin, who'd panicked and immediately decided that it was everyone's problem.
Which is how Lucas finds himself here.
âOkay,â Steve says, leaning across the diner table like theyâre planning a bank heist. âBut does he like...yâknow. Flowers?â
Lucas stares at him. Blinks. Beside him, Dustin makes a helpless face, insisting Lucas step in.
âEddie,â Lucas says slowly. âEddie Munson? Yeah, no, safe to say he's not a flower guy.â
"Were you going to, like, show up with a dozen red roses?â Dustin adds. "He'd think youâre making fun of him."
Steve deflates. âRight. Yeah. Sorry. That was dumb."
Lucas rubs a hand over his face.
This whole thing had started three weeks ago when Steve began hanging around Hellfire in the basement more than usual. At first Lucas had assumed it was Dustin-related. Dustinâs gravitational pull for weird situations and weird people. Steve hovering in the doorway during D&D, pretending to be interested in campaign maps, felt like standard Dustin collateral damage.
But then, Lucas noticed Steve was watching Eddie.
Not subtly.
Not creepily, exactly, but not...not creepily, either. Harrington's focus was intense, like Eddie was speaking a language Steve was desperately trying to learn on the fly.
Lucas clocked it in about five seconds, but, unfortunately, so did Eddie.
Which meant Eddie immediately did what he always did when he noticed attention. He turned it into a bit.
Steve had lasted two meetings before Eddie started calling him âHarrington, my most loyal courtier.â Three meetings before Eddie began bowing every time Steve walked into the room. Steve had blushed so hard at that that Lucas had thought he might pass out.
But he'd been planning on ignoring the entire situation. First of all, he didn't give a single fuck who Harrington dated. Second, Eddie flirted ridiculously with anyone who held eye contact with him for more than ten seconds. It didn't mean anything.
If only there were some sort of facility where teenagers could be taught new skills.
Anyway, here's a helpful diagram. When I was hit on the temple this was one of the harder things I had to reteach myself. Don't be shamed into not asking questions, and it's alright if it takes you a while to figure it out. Don't let someone make you feel bad for learning new things, or relearning old ones.
Sometimes, unfortunately, you have to teach yourself. YouTube is a valid option.
yeah okay ill reblog that :]
And if you have trouble remembering which hand is which-- the minute hand has to be longer to make it easier to determine the actual minute, while the hour hand can be less exact.
Don't get him wrong, Eddie's very impressed by his ultimate badass boyfriend, he just wishes sometimes Steve were... a little less brave. Eddie's starting to get gray hairs from it all.
For for @steddielovemonth day 24 prompt: demodog
Steve: So you're not into Barbarians? Oh ok.
Eddie: No, wait-
Roadblocks and Revelations Part 6
We are so back, darlings!
Look, I love Gareth and in this chapter the kid gets a chance to shine.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |
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âNo,â Jeff said slamming his hand on the table. âIâm not about to let a bunch of freshmen dictate how we play a game!â
âI agree,â Brian huffed, crossing his arms and sulking further into his chair. âIf they canât hack it, then they need to find a different game to play or have their own game.â
Gareth chewed on his lip. He half agreed with them, but his dad was a psychiatrist and would be absolutely pissed if he found out he said as much.
âWe were never going to use demogorgons,â he huffed instead. âLetâs be real. Theyâre as about as interesting as as gelatinous cubes and you know it.â

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just another manic monday
I was working on a couple wips this weekend but then yesterday this little idea took hold, just a sweet little au!meetcute to kickstart your monday đĽ°đ§Ą:
title: The Bangles, Manic Monday
wc 988 | G | single parent!steve, garbage man!eddie
Monday had never been Steveâs favorite day of the week. He suspected that was true for most people. That was all before though.
Before Ty turned two.
Before Steveâs divorce.
Before becoming a single parent.
Before he moved back to Hawkins.
Because now Monday was the day they anticipated, Tyler was creeping up on three quickly and his main interests were trucks, their dog Twigs, his auntie Robin; and did Steve mention trucks? The bigger the better, and ones with a purpose? Whoa buddy, donât get him started.
Ty was enamored by the garbage truck, and Mondayâs were garbage collection day. When he turned two Robin had found a few decent trucks to gift Ty, or at the time twucks (which would never not be cute to Steve), the kid played with the fire truck, the construction truck, but the loud noise and fun mechanism of the garbage truck struck his little toddler fancy and had stayed steadfast in his admiration.
Sooooooooooooooo I ended up making a small comic to accompany the illustration I made instead of a sketchâŚ
Very much self indulgent if I do say so myself, but I hope the few who wanted to see Eddie falling on his ass are happy with the result, Iâm sure he is..