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Soulmate AU:

Part I: Eddie

Part II: Steve

Part III: Eddie and Steve

Grey Matter: Steddie BigBang Project no. 212 tags: canon divergence, stobin, steve finds out about UD in 1985

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podfic by @hullomoon 1  2   3

in the memory of Steve disappears but not one remembers him existing AU

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the best gift of all (is you) - steddieholidayexchange tags: post-season 4, christmas, punk steve, getting together, idiots in love

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the subtle art of non-existing  1   2 tags: steve harrington has powers, canon divergence, hurt&comfort, mystery

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Valentine’s Day Gone Wrong Post-Canon

Dorks being Dudes at a motel

Buy me a coffee

The year 1985 is going to be Eddie’s year.

“Weirdo,” Robin Buckley says under her breath once, a sense of bewilderment in her tone as she follows Steve Harrington with her eyes all the way across the gym on a Thursday. “I know, right?” Eddie says, sitting next to her. They sit and stare at the marvel that is Steve Harrington in silence. Gym, turns out, is not so bad when you have good company, and in yet another twist of events, Robin Buckley is exactly that.

Between Corroded Coffin’s jam sessions, D&D meet-ups and impromptu study sessions with Buckley, time flies by quickly.

It is Eddie's year. Time goes on and there’s an actual possibility of Eddie graduating. Spring Break is right around the corner, then graduation will follow — And then a kid starts floating into the air right in front of him.

Summary: an AU where Eddie Munson is the one to find Eleven in the woods in 1983

wc: 830

Eddie feels his hands sweat.

“You can, uh, make yourself at home,” he says, gesturing to his cluttered mess of a room. “Mi casa es su casa and all that.”

The girl blinks, not a whiff of understanding crossing her face. She looks be around ten years old but he’s never been good with ages, especially for kids. She’s young and terrified, that much he is sure of.

“Do you want something to drink? Water?”

She nods and immediately curls onto herself. Eddie isn’t sure leaving her all alone in his room is a good idea but he doesn’t think there’s a set of rules to follow here. It’s not every day that he finds a scared child out in the woods, dressed only in a hospital gown, not even any shoes on. All he knows is that the look the kid wears on her face, the one she so desperately trying to mask, he recognizes all too well, has seen it in the mirror when Wayne first took him in five years ago.

He goes into the kitchen, eyes flickering to his bedroom all the time. It has never taken so long to fill a glass full of water but here he is, by the sink, counting away every second. His eyes linger on the phone. He should call the police, he knows that, but he doesn’t even know what to say.

She’s stood up from the bed by the time he returns, maybe finally taking his words to heart. That’s until the floor squeaks and her shoulders tense, and there’s a glare thrown his way yet again.

“Sorry. Just – here,” he offers her the glass and she takes it after a second, a huge goblet in a tiny hand looking terribly out of place. The kid turns back towards whatever peaked her interest while he was away. Eddie peers from behind her, not daring to come closer and spooking her further.

She’s looking at a photo. It’s an old one, taken right after he moved into the trailer. Wayne still had a full head of hair, not that it mattered because there’s a baseball cap hiding it all away. He has his arm swung loosely over Eddie’s tiny frame. But it’s not this that grabs the girl’s attention, Eddie thinks.

“My father shaved it,” he supplies with a waver to his voice that always comes whenever the man is involved. Young pimpled Eddie with a buzz cut peers back at him from the photo and both him and the kid can’t look away.

It’s like Robin is determined to pry him open and apart and leave him destroyed. She looks ready to destroy herself along the way, too. 

Eddie swallows. His eyes wander but never hit the target. There’s a crack on the table’s surface that he finds more interesting. ”What do you mean?”

“I- don’t know,” Robin admits and sighs. He hears the familiar clink of her bracelets, her chair squeaking when she shifts her weight. “I just- I don’t know.”

There’s pressure building behind his eyes and inside his skull. Part of him is angry, furious with Robin - why did she ask? Why are they talking about it at all? There’s a part of him that wants to bite and thrash like a wounded dog. 

“Have you been seeing any clocks recently?” He indulges, for a second, that petty part of him, mock concern bleeding into his voice, and regrets it immediately, wishes the happy tunes from the dancefloor could drown it and erase it from existence. 

“That’s not funny,” Robin snaps. 

It’s not. It’s really not.

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The year 1991 was not Eddie’s year at all, a fact only further proven true by the New Year’s Eve celebration at the Buckley-Harrington’s. It’s a cozy apartment, all things considered, in downtown Chicago, in a neighborhood that would make Mama Harrington probably clutch her pearls at. Steve and Robin love it, though, which, by proxy, means Eddie loves it, too.

Not now, however. Not as he has to watch Harrington with a boy of his, standing so close that the walls around Eddie seem to cave in on him. The secret smiles, the hands on the elbow, the hip – it’s too much.

When Eddie slinks off onto the balcony, it’s when everyone is too drunk too notice.

“Eddie, hey.”

Well. Almost everyone.

“Steve. What brings you here?”

Harrington looks at him funny. Tilts his head to the side like a fucking Golden Retriever. “I live here, Munson, last time I checked.”

Eddie snorts and fishes out a pack of smokes, offering one to Steve. He declines, of course, because the wrath of Robin Buckley is not something Harrington is willing to evoke even after all these years.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks after a moment. His nose wrinkles at the smell. Or maybe at his choice of words.

“The party’s great, don’t you worry your pretty head.”

“Not what I asked,” Steve frowns, or so Eddie assumes since he’s not willing to check. One look at Steve and Eddie will surely crumble. There’s something about New Year’s Eve that makes people wonder.

“Remember,” Eddie starts but cuts himself off to take a long drag off his cigarette.

A pause. Rewind. Try again.

“Remember when you told me that if a guy swept you off your feet,” Eddie munches on his bottom lip. “You’d consider it.”

“Eddie-“

“And I was a fool that thought that maybe I could be that guy.”

Eddie remembers. It would be impossible not to when it’s been burned into his mind ever since.

I’m sorry, Steve will say. I don’t feel about you that way. And Eddie will have to grit his teeth through it and nod and smile. Hope they can still be friends at the end of the day.

“I didn’t know that was an option,” says a quiet voice to his left.

“What?”

This time Eddie does turn his head and Steve’s there, eyes on the ground. Eddie balks. “But you-“

“You said ‘good luck’,” Steve snaps his head back up. “And shut down on me. How was I supposed to know that you-“

“How could I not?” Eddie throws back. “You’re easy to love.”

Steve pauses. “Love?”

“Yeah,” Eddie slumps against the wall. “Love.”