Hi!! Thank you for sending in a number! Number 85 on my Spotify Wrapped is Sowing Season by Brand New!

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'You're here Eddie! You're awake and you have your whole life ahead of you while Max is fucking fighting for her life. So get up and do something! We all went through it Eds, and I know you're hurting. God, Eddie, I know. But, the kids miss you--hell man, I--' Steve's voice cracks. 'I miss you and it doesn't even make sense to me, but I do. We are all here for you man--call me when you figure that out.'

It runs through his head on repeat. It always does. That was sometime late April. Today is June 4th. Today is June 4th and Max is awake and in a wheel chair…just like Eddie is.

Max had a hard time at first, once she woke up, curled in on herself. Kept things in…just like Eddie did. He was shocked when he saw her that first time in May, wheelchair and all, throwing rocks at his new government funded trailer window. They worked through things together. But she was really the only person he had spoken to since--all of it--besides Uncle Wayne.

Max went through hell and is rebuilding, going to physical therapy, seeing her friends, finding the ability to laugh again. Just like Eddie…isn't.

But her legs were broken…they would heal. Those damn bats had gone and taken one of Eddies--

Eddie shakes his head, unruly curls falling over his eyes. He needs to stop comparing. He needs to stop pouting and whining. Max has to be tired of it…Wayne has to be exhausted by it. Eddie can't do this anymore. He needs to get his life back.

'We are all here for you man--call me when you figure that out.'

He needs to call Steve.

Eddie will never get used to having to wheel around everywhere…hopefully he won't have to for long though. Owens had said something last month about paying for a prosthetic for Eddie which…well, it fucking terrified him, but he was turning over a new leaf. This morning, when he woke up, the same as he had the day before and the day before that--he had been ready to wallow just like he had been doing since he woke up in that damn hospital bed, down a leg and with Wayne and Steve Harrington staring at him with wide eyes. But, what Steve had said in April ran through his mind…like it had been since it happened and today? It stuck.

Wayne was out. He'd left a note on the fridge. Eddie would never be able to repay Wayne for all the love and patience he had poured into his mess of a nephew. But, Wayne wouldn't have let him, even if he had a way.

Eddie is lucky. Eddie is alive and he has been wasting away feeling sorry for himself. He sighs, reaching up for the phone. Being in a damn wheelchair made him feel nine years old and four feet tall.

Eddie holds the phone to his ear, reading another sticky note. One that Steve had left behind when they had last seen each other.

His hands aren't shaking as he reaches up to dial…they aren't.

He's trying to control his breathing as he listens to the ringing through the line.

"Thanks for calling Family Video, this is Steve. How can I help you?"

Eddie lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "Stevie?"

Surely, Eddie isn't imagining things when he hears Steve take a sharp inhale of the other end of the line.

"Eddie?" He asks. His voice is soft, just like it had been when Eddie had woken up terrified and confused in the hospital.

"You told me--you told me to call when--when I figured it out. I wanna get better Steve. I need to be better." Eddie says. He'll deny the shakiness in his voice until he dies.

Steve laughs, and it's bright and Eddie wouldn't mind hearing that sound for the rest of his--anyway Steve laughs. "I've been waiting for your call." Eddie can practically hear Steve's smile. He can't help but smile too.

"I'm sorry, I kept you waiting big boy." ----

Ah, thank you so much for asking!

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Oh! I always try to put humor in things I write, but the most recent one that made me laugh was this scene from Everything is Blue:

Turning back to the door before Steve can say anything, he attempts to shove his key into the lock when there’s an ear-piercing squawk from inside, followed by a gruff groan from Wayne.  “What the hell was that?” Steve asks.   “Etta.” Eddie’s shimming the key into the stuck lock when he feels a clammy hand wrap around his bicep. Turning, he finds a pale-faced Steve looking at him with wide eyes.  “Eddie ,” Steve hisses. “Your uncle and this Etta lady are clearly going at it! You can’t go in there!”  There’s a brief moment of silence before he bursts into uncontrollable laughter. His body flails around on its own accord, wheezes coming between gasps for air. He’s pretty sure he looks like a damn fool, but he can’t help it. This is too fucking funny.  “Look, I don’t know what kind of relationship you have with your uncle, but it’s a totally fucked up one if you think this is hilarious instead of scaring!”  Righting himself, he glances down at Steve just as Etta lets out another squawk. The noise startles Steve again, and he looks somewhere between greatly disturbed and utterly embarrassed. And then he’s moving, turning on his heels to high tail it back to the car until Eddie stops him.  “Steve,” Eddie says between wheezes. “Etta is my uncle’s Macaw.”  “Oh.” A wave of crimson floods Steve’s face, drowning out the ghostly pale of a few moments ago. “Yeah, oh.” Eddie drops his hand from Steve’s and goes back to opening the door. It creaks open as Eddie turns to face Steve. “Though, if I may be totally straight with you, I’m a little concerned you think that’s what a woman sounds like in bed. What are you doing to these poor Hawkins girls, Stevie?” 

i'm prefacing this with it's 2am, i just went to bed, and you gave me absolute freedom to just ramble by not specifying anything i've already talked about

autistic steve that gets brain damage, vision loss, hearing loss and chronic migraines. it's a lot. his pain tolerance is high but you can't just power through everything and he doesn't get under- or overstimulated the same way as before which means that he needs to relearn his body. masking gets near impossible but steve doesn't know who he is when he isn't pretending to be okay. he stops being able to work but his dad won't allow him to just stay home but if he uses his government hush money to buy a place he won't afford food and utilities for long, if he can even remember to pay his bills. steve has gone through too much and living alone is no longer an option but he refuses to see it, even when he spends all his spoons trying to be normal so he either has no energy for his friends or no energy for himself.

i'm considering a sideplot for the little mermaid au where nancy is a princess that becomes a pirate after her betrothed (prince steve) goes missing. she doesn't actually like steve, but she won't let him be the only one to discover freedom, and she likes getting her hands dirty. her kingdom is full of injustice that she's unable to do anything about as a princess, but as a pirate, she can do whatever she wants. and then nancy's crew accidentally fishes up a mermaid; robin. and nancy is enthralled. interspecies relationship - nancy is happy as a pirate, robin is happy as a mermaid.

i'm just always thinking about steve and timetravel/timeloops on some level. post-s4 steve waking up as pre-s1 steve and doing basic things like dropping tommy and carol early, avoiding a romantic relationship with nancy, trying to befriend robin and eddie, and also getting eleven before the party finds her, idk if he would have heard enough about will's disappearance to stop that, but he could totally save will earlier. i know there's at least one fic like this but that do not stop me, i love steve and i love time stuff. wait actually i love making steve question his gender the first time he faces a demogorgon, a timetravel au with trans steve opens so many more possibilities. also any post-s3 steve would feel more comfortable with his bisexuality so that also makes for fun pre-s1 times.

stargyleth (steve/argyle/gareth) is an amazing ship and i stand by it. they have completely different tastes and vibes but they mix together so well. argyle helps steve and gareth chill out, gareth teaches them to play the drums which a great healthy way to get out aggression, steve feels comfortable joking around and being himself with them, they make fun of movies and come up with dnd characters and pizza topping combos and they just get to be young and dumb. gareth and steve are both ready to fight and all three are bitchy and steve and argyle can take turns driving and they just balance each other out. this isn't an idea as much as i'm just thinking about them

steve with nipple piercings.... actually transfem steve keeping her chest hair because fuck gender stereotypes and wearing a cute bra and also nipple piercings and now you make it the boat scene where stevie is out to robin and dustin only but she volunteered to dive and she's not gonna do it in her shoes and sweater and then she's hairy and wearing a bra and nancy doesn't know and eddie absolutely doesn't know and removing the bra would be even stranger so stevie just dives in but it makes eddie giving her his vest for modesty so much better and can you tell that i've been thinking about this for the stevie h agenda—

mechanic!eddie got a summer job at thachers tire when he was 16, started dealing on the side after he failed senior year the first time because he knew he and wayne needed the money. the bandana comes from being a mechanic; his van breaks down constantly. he doesn't really know what the colour means but he's flagging that he's a top on purpose. he doesn't use the bandana to hide his face when stealing the rv because it's way dirty and also he forgets about it unless he needs it after dealing with the van.

you…my little hammy guy….are a treasure. your blog’s color scheme is like those sunlight lamps that people use to make them happier in the wintertime!! like i saw it and immediately was like…ok…microdosing on serotonin. like being hit with a blast of hot air when you walk into the grocery store and it’s cold af out. ok let me stop rambling—

you seem very personable and your tags (fandom or personal posts) are funny and thoughtful. great sporadic headcanons. you seem to be built out of Friend Material through and through and that’s such a good quality to have, especially upon first impression!

ok…hear me out….

you are THIS STARCOURT SHOPPER’S banging-ass HAWAIIAN SHIRT‼️‼️

Stop that’s so sweet!! Right back at you!!

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Suzy Izzard, hands down. I watched so many clips in college of her stand-up (mainly Definite Article 1996, Glorious 1997, Dress to Kill 1999, Circle 2002) back when she still identified as a male lesbian, lol. I regularly (approx.) quote things like, "My tongue got caught on my back tooth... checking for stuff" and I have a wip temporarily titled Deathstar Canteen.

The other night, actually, while sweeping up a mess of stuffing that one of the dogs pulled out of a squeaky croissant, I mentally ran through the bit about getting clarinet lessons, the song Snug As A Bug In A Rug, "I really don't think this is a sexy tune Mrs. Badcrumble," "I made love with my husband do this song I'll have you know," "🎵🎶🎵—I'm sorry, during which part of this tune did you orgasm?" "All through it! It was multiple!"

... That is probably not as funny out of context, and I honestly don't know why it came to mind right then or why I remember it so well after a decade, but that shit still gets me.