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Now, I demand anyone who can draw to make this into a piece of art

Crashed the Wedding - Part 10

“Eddie I swear to all that is holy if you don’t stop fidgeting I’m going to stab you with one of these pins.” Nancy sniped as she fiddled with Eddie’s hair, the curls loosely tied into a messy mermaid braid decorated with silver crossing chains, hair rings, and gems. Even tied up as it were, Eddie had just let it grow down his back, only getting it dusted every few months to remove all the dead ends. He could have had anyone do his hair, anyone at all, could have flown in the best stylists in the world, but no. He’d asked Nancy to help him do his hair.

She’d told him the same thing, that he could get anyone to do it, but… he’d just smiled, told her they had similar hair, and that he trusted her to do it. She hadn’t let him down. She’d spent weeks researching braiding techniques because she knew he wanted it braided, spent ages working with one of those little mannequin heads with the hair to figure out how the gems, the chains and the little hair rings would fit into the style he wanted it to go in.

And only when she was confident that she could do it, did she attempt it on him. And that was two nights before at an impromptu hair rehearsal when she’d shown up with her bag of things to make sure what she’d done on the mannequin could be replicated with his hair.

It’d worked like a dream, she’d even managed to allow for a few messy curls to come loose from the braid, so they framed his face in effortless beauty that actually took a lot of effort. “I’m going to remember you said that at your wedding, see if you can sit still when you’re about to marry the love of your life. I feel like I’m being electrocuted but like… in a good way?”

“How can you be electrocuted in a good way?”

“Oh Nance, we gotta introduce you to the joys of electrostimulation, I’ll send you some links.”

“Please don’t, we had to get the scissors involved last time you sent me links to your kink stuff, honestly, Robin and ropes do not go well together.” There’d been knots, and not the fun kind, more the kitten trapped in a ball of yarn kind. “Almost dooone aaaand—” she slid one more bobby pin in place “finished!”

“Well… how do I look?” He turned in the chair to look at her, to look at her warm smile and emotional eyes. He’d already had his usual makeup team from his tours in to help him on that front, the crew invited as welcome guests but also helpy helpers in some parts. They’d covered his blemishes, however few he may have had, mattified his skin so the camera wouldn’t catch any oily spots lit up by the lights, and they’d gone the extra mile with his eyes. They’d been smoked with a dark shadow pallet, black blending into brown, into a warm honey gold the closer it got to his cornea his under eye lined with a soft brown, his lashes enhanced only a little by mascara to make sure it all blended together seamlessly.

He hadn’t needed anything on his lips, just a light swipe of a highlight over his cupids bow was always enough for his lips.

“You look beautiful, Eddie… Steve isn’t gonna know what hit him. Now let’s get you dressed and out there before Steve beats you down the aisle.” They’d already decided that Steve would be the one to walk down the aisle to him, followed by his Best Ma’am, Robin, and his groomsmaids an man, Max, Eleven, Erica, and Lucas. Preceded by their little flower girl Teresa Henderson, who’d sworn not to use her budding telekinesis to throw flowers everywhere.

Eleven would be watching that five-year-old like a hawk though.

She’d spent too long making sure that clearing looked as beautiful as it did to have her little demon child ruin it by whipping up a flower tornado. Too long lifting lanterns up to branches, too long artfully weaving string lights between the oranges, browns, and yellows of the leaves on the trees, letting some drape and some not. She’d spent too long ensuring all the benches they’d used as makeshift pews were arranged perfectly spaced to give everyone just enough leg room.

No flower tornado. Even if it would be extremely cool any other time.

The guests were beginning to arrive, walking down the long well-lit pathway from where they’d set up parking, Eddie had wanted a woodland fall wedding with elvish touches, and given Steve would bend to anything Eddie wanted if he bat his lashes cutely enough, the woodland fall wedding with nerdy elvish touches was happening.

It was extravagant, it would have cost a fortune to set up had Eleven not been there since the early afternoon setting it all up, it meant he got his way with his suit, a beautiful black tunic with faint dark grey brocade embellishments in the thick fabric, the cuffs held closed by silver cufflinks in the shape of D20’s, a high collar, open just enough to give his Adams apple room to breathe, hugging his neck.

The pants beneath it weren’t entirely visible but he’d gone for pants just tight enough around his ankles so he could wear his black calf-length harness boots over them, for ‘the look.’

It didn’t matter though, because nobody, not a single person would be looking at him when that music eventually started. A faint acoustic version of the march played by Jeff, Frank on base beside him adding depth to the gentle melody.

The little flower girl, her curls bouncing with each step as she carefully spread little yellow and white flower petals across the carpeted walkway, all the way down until she reached Nancy at the front who welcomed her and helped her to her own special seat at the front. And then, Eddie had to remind himself to breathe.

Steve.

He’d had no idea what Steve would look like on the day, they’d stuck to tradition, kept the outfits a secret and hadn’t seen each other for a whole twenty-four hours, even though that’d sucked. Now he wished he’d have gotten a heads up.

He looked like royalty, ethereal in his beauty, dressed in a similar style to Eddie, only his was white, a white tunic, golden in its embellishments, made even more beautiful by the cape pinned at his neck made of a thin gradient lace fabric that gently drifted across the floor, white and gold in its colour, embellished by golden glitter and starry patterns, in his hands a pretty arrangement of flowers in colours matching the petals little Teresa had decorated the walkway with.

He didn’t need makeup, he didn’t need anything but the clothes he was wearing, just looking at him was putting Eddie at risk of ruining his own makeup. He could feel the sting in his eyes, could see the watery distortion at the bottom of his vision, he breathed in sharply, the hand of their officiant, the grouchy old Chief himself, who’d gotten himself ordained purely to officiate that wedding, and Nancy and Robin’s whenever the hell they decide to tie that knot, on his shoulder, in a bid to ground him.

“Breathe kid.” Were his wise words, reminding Eddie that yes, air was required.

“It’s too hard, gonna asphyxiate.” Hopper only answered with a soft chuckle, and then Steve was there, their groomsmen and women at their sides, Robin, Max, Eleven, Erica, and Lucas at Steve’s, Dustin, Mike, Will, Nancy and Gareth at Eddie’s. Jeff and Frank lingering at the back to play them out at the end.

It all just sort of… tuned out after that, he couldn’t not focus entirely on Steve, on his smiling face, the happiness in his eyes, the warmth in his smile, the way the lights dangling in the treetops above made not just his outfit shimmer but his eyes too, he knew he should have been looking at Hopper as the man did his best to go through the standard opening words, to welcome their guests, to read out a little speech that Joyce had absolutely helped him to write that perfectly, leaving out all the monster bits, encapsulated just how much he cared for those two men, how he wished he could have been the one to walk Steve down that dumb aisle but he’d had to stay up front to do his actual job, something that had a tear slip from Steve’s eye and a soft laugh escape his lips.

He spoke of all the times he’d caught Eddie being a menace as a teenager, and how proud he was to see how much Eddie had grown up since then, even if it weren’t actually all that much, even a little bit was enough.

And then came the important part, the part Eddie had rehearsed so many times in the mirror he knew it better than one of his own songs.

“As you can probably imagine, our two grooms have chosen to write their own vows, so, without further ado as I know we’re all sick of hearin me speak… Eddie, i believe you wanted to go first.” Eddie took a deep breath. In, and out, before turning to Steve, the man mirroring him, his smile only widening as he witnessed that deep breathe.

“You got this, Bambi” he whispered with a cheeky wink, a direct crit hit to Eddie’s heart.

“Okay. Ehem… Wise men say that only fools rush into love.” Eddie began with a small grin that reached his eyes and made them sparkle in mischievous glee over his successful inclusion of song lyrics into his vows. Steve merely rolled his eyes in fond amusement, a smile seemingly permanently glued to his lips. “But I’m happy to report, that I’m no fool, although many would argue otherwise” a soft laugh erupted across the makeshift pews lining their little clearing, across the smiling faces of their friends, their families, their joy illuminated by the lanterns delicately dangling from the treetops overhead and the warm white string lights woven between branches between them. “I don’t think anyone can call nursing a love for half of the time I’ve lived as rushing it.”

Steve’s smile grew just a little wider, his hands gently squeezing around Eddie’s in a quiet show of support, as if he had ever needed support to talk.

“You came to me at my lowest, Steve, at my most frightened, and alone, you offered me warmth in your smile, safety in your words of comfort, and you supported me even though we’d definitely gotten off on the wrong foot.” Through sheer stupidity, assumptions of ones’ character, and jealousy over sharing their shared little brother. Not to mention the broken bottle to the throat. “Broken bottles, dorky little brothers, end of the world, you know.” Out of the corner of his eye he caught Joyce Byers gently waving her hand at Karen Wheeler as a simple ‘don’t worry about it’ gesture.

“I know” Steve quietly uttered with a gentle nod, his teary-eyed smile unwavering.

“You showed me what love is, Steve… you gave it so selflessly to anyone who needed it, welcomed them into your arms and kept them safe from harm even at the cost of your own safety. You’re like that single beam of warm sunlight through a break in the curtains on a cold winter morning.”

“And you’re the tiny little kitten that falls asleep in it.”

“Baby you get me so well.” He’d fallen asleep on top of Steve many a time and he always awoke warm, comforted, safe in a way that words simply could not explain.

“It’s a weird and wonderful gift.”

“Anyway, shh let me finish.” Steve’s smile widened a fraction as he nodded, lifting one hand up to his lips in a zip motion. “You adorable little shit. Ehem, as I was saying before I was so adorably interrupted. So, in light of how utterly perfect you are Steve Harrington, as there is no way on Earth, I will ever be able to pull off what you do so naturally for me every day, my vows to you will be to do my best every single gods-be-damned day, to be deserving of you. To never make you feel less than the most important person, the most important thing in my very crazy life. I vow to love you long after we become cranky old ghosts haunting our old stomping grounds because after everything we’ve seen, I flatly refuse to believe that I could stop loving you at death. I vow to never rearrange your hair stuff in the bathroom during my ‘rare as a unicorn’ cleaning sprees” at Steve’s fondly raised brow, Eddie tacked on a sheepish “again.” That earned another chuckle from their families. “I vow to give you all the applause, when you do something ridiculously badass so that you never feel underappreciated for the sheer awesome that is you in a crisis.”

“I am pretty badass, you are correct.” Robin, Steve’s Best Ma’am fondly rolled her eyes behind Steve.

“Shhh, I vow to pay attention to each and every one of your moles when I kiss them goodnight, even that one” Steve rolled his eyes, another soft laugh carrying through their audience “and finally, the most important one out of all of them… I vow to always leave the cap on the toothpaste instead of sending you on a treasure hunt for it every morning.” He’d somehow left it in the fridge at one point. Steve refused to let him live it down.

“Score” Steve quietly fist pumped.

“So, Steven Anthony Harrington, love of my life, I take you, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have, and to hold, in sickness, and in health, for richer, and for poorer, for as long as we both shall live and beyond because fuck you, death, I’ve kicked your butt once and I’ll do it again.” He held his hand backwards toward Dustin, who deposited a subtle weight into his palm to be carefully slid into place on Steve’s finger. “To you I make this vow.” The ring a solid gold, oxidized at the surface to darken the metal, it had a raised texture made of gold dust randomly fused to the dark metal, creating starburst patterns across its surface as though the sun itself were trying to burst through the dark. “I love you, Steve… I love you so much.” His voice finally cracking at the end as he allowed the tears to gather where he’d been holding them back for as long as he could.

“I love you too, Eddie.” Steve whispered back, squeezing his hands once more, ignoring the single happy tear that fell from his own eyes, letting it fall.

“Steve?” Hopper’s gruff voice prompted Steve to begin his own.

“Right, one second.” He breathed inward through his nose sharply taking a hankie he’d wisely chosen to keep in his pocket out to dab it at his eyes, he could do this, he had his friends, his family, he had everyone he loved right there in that clearing, and he had Eddie, looking practically ethereal in the lights twinkling around him. He could do this, he’d spent weeks sitting with Nancy just trying to get the damn things to sound right, then an extra week rehearsing them so he wouldn’t have to pull out the papers they were written on. “I—uh…” He could do this, he could absolutely do this, he could—

“Baby, are they written on paper?” Eddie’s eyes were so soft, his words quiet enough so that only those at the front could hear him, Steve nodded “then read them from the paper, it’s okay.” Eddie gently lifted Steve’s hands to his lips and pressed a kiss atop his knuckles. Some things were hard when you’d suffered two too many concussions, Eddie never made him feel bad for not being able to do certain things sometimes, for needing days out of the spotlight, for needing moments to himself, for just… needing naps sometimes.

“I got you, Steve” Robin spoke in hushed tones as she offered the small number of pages to him, which he accepted gratefully. Now. Now he could do this.

“I wish I’d have gone first now, following that? Pfft, terrifying.” But then Eddie was the main lyric writer, lead vocals, and lead guitarist for Corroded Coffin, not to mention still the main DM for Hellfire so. He should have expected as much. Eddie gently squeezed the hand he still had hold of in an attempt to ease his nerves, it worked. “I’m not the best with words, so… forgive me.” The crows-feet at the corners of Eddie’s eyes only crinkled more as his smile widened, dimples on full display, nothing but love in that smile.

“For the longest time, I didn’t understand you, Eddie, when we were dumb teenagers still in school, you were this loud kid I could never wrap my head around, you played nerd games, and listened to music that made my head hurt even before the head trauma, you were an enigma that I didn’t try hard enough to figure out until you crashed into my life with a broken bottle to my throat that made me think things that didn’t belong in my brain in that particular moment.” He saw Hopper roll his eyes at their side, but Eddie was sniggering, so he ignored Hopper.

“We were pushed together through circumstance, and although that could have lead to us clashing, it could have led to resentment, you were just so easy to like. You never made me feel stupid for asking ill-timed silly questions” you have a car we don’t know about? Or, where’d you learn how to do that? As more than sufficient examples but god there’d been so many more since then. “You always so patiently just explained stuff to me without ever making me feel less than those around me, it was so easy to find myself drawn to you even if at the time, I didn’t really understand why.” He’d had a crush, a ridiculously ill-timed crush on a traumatised boy wrapped up in chaos, then after it was all finished, the crush had stayed, it’d stayed, it’d blossomed, he’d fallen deeper and deeper until resurfacing became impossible.

“You take the time to support me and lift me up in so many little ways and honestly, I don’t think you even really notice you do it. Like… you always remember where I put my glasses, even though you can never remember where you put your keys, you have like, this sixth sense for my migraines, like you know they’re coming before even I do—”

“You have this—”

“Don’t ruin the illusion, Bambi, just let me believe you’re magic.”

“Okay.”

“You make every space a home, Eddie, even that big empty house felt like home whenever you were in it, not because of anything you did, or anything you said, but because you, just you being your perfectly silly self, you are my home. You like to call me the sun, Eddie, but I’m nothing but the moon… I just reflect whatever warmth you give me. Without you I’m cold.” That mischievous little grin on Eddie’s face had softened, those beautiful brown Bambi eyes wide yet filled with warmth and emotion, shimmering with tears he’d previously shed and tears he seemed like he was about to shed.

“So, my vows to you are these… Eddie, I vow to support you, in every endeavour you take, be it music, be it writing, be it playing DnD until the early hours of the morning even when you know you have to be up at 6am to catch a flight. To never roll my eyes when you attempt to slip your nerdy references into our love life, I vow to never again ask you to play basketball with us, even if Lucas begs me to because I know you’ll selflessly say yes and suffer the entire time.”

There were pictures on the internet now. So many pictures. The Corroded Coffin fanbase found them all deeply amusing.

Lucas, now playing for some big-league team, had even signed one at his last signing event, almost choking with laughter when it turned up in front of him.

“I vow to continue, every day, to love you, and cherish you, and kiss both of those dimples at every available opportunity, awh yeah there they are~” Eddie ducked his head with an embarrassed little laugh, lifting one hand to his face to hide behind it, that didn’t last long though, because Steve curled his fingers around it and eased it away “nuh-uh, I wanna see that beautiful face when I do this.” Robin deposited into his waiting hand as she took the papers away, the ring that he’d specifically purchased out of his own left-over Harrington fund, the one he’d wisely kept in a separate bank account that the government had left alone when they’d seized his father’s assets.

He'd kept it from Eddie, hidden it away, because he wanted to see his face the first time he laid eyes on it. It was Mokume Gane in design, golds and silvers merged and shaped until the surface of the ring resembled an intricate wood grain effect, which on its own would have been beautiful, but it hadn’t been enough, it hadn’t been Eddie enough, so he’d had the words ‘One ring to seal our love, And forever to entwine us’ engraved around the outer ring in a beautiful elvish script, which Dustin had written down for him properly so the engraver could do it justice.

The expression of awe on his face when Steve slid it onto his waiting finger was more than worth the teasing he’d received from Dustin over how nerdy the whole thing was. “Steve…” Eddie breathed, eyes wide on the metal as they took in the beautifully curved writing, the intricate strokes, the pattern in the metal “you… you—”

“Yes, I did a nerdy thing for you, shh. I love you Eddie Munson, I will always love you, from now until forever, that is my vow to you.” And there were the tears, Eddie looking at him eyes shimmering and bright, beautifully reflecting all the lights around them more so than the twinkling little gems and trinkets tied into his hair.

“Ehem” Hopper cleared his throat “Eddie Munson, do you take this man—”

“I do.” Hopper didn’t chastise him for interrupting, even if he had interrupted the legal vows part.

“Steve Harrington, do you—”

“Without hesitation, I do.”

“Jesus Christ, well alright I suppose you��ve waited long enough, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you finally married! Good luck boys, Steve, stick one on him would you so we can all get drunk.” Eddie didn’t resist in the slightest when Steve took his hand and pulled him in, he went willingly, pliant in Steve’s grip as the man twisted and dipped him, Eddie’s laughter almost musical in its beauty, his free hand lifting to cup Steve’s jaw as the man leaned in to close the distance between them, their families, their friends erupting in cheers as lips touched

“Much better than your first wedding, right?” Eddie cheekily murmured against Steve’s lips, barely parting from them they still brushed as he spoke

“Oh, be quiet.”

With a widening grin, Eddie whispered “Okay” right back, before Steve sealed their lips together once more in the second of many kisses, as Mr and Mr. Steve, and Eddie Munson.

~THE END~

#PirateWrites #Crashed a Wedding #Ficlet #Steddie #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #AS IF I WASNT GONNA END THIS WITH THEIR ACTUAL WEDDING LMAO #Steve took Eddie's last name cause fuck the Harrington's amirite?#They get married in boston massachusetts in 2004 cause its the earliest they can byeee

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It becomes a huge bed whenever the kids are around. The fruity four + jargyle take one side, while the kids take the other and they just sleep peacefully like that.

I don't remember seeing much of the inside of Steve's house besides his atrocious bedroom SO I think. His parents got the house in the seventies. And you know what was in vogue for rich people houses in the seventies???

Sunken. Livingrooms.

Good old fashioned depravity pits. Perfect for swingers or cuddle puddles of traumatized teens. Toss a bunch of blankets in there and you've got a half made fort already.

Idk where I'm going with this but I think it's very funny and gets him teased by the gang like "eeeew do you think Steve's parents ever did it in the depravity pit?"

"one: don't call it that. Two: I don't think my parents have had sex since I was conceived so no. Three: y'all nasty."

#stranger queues

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Meanwhile, Wayne Munson is standing by the door about to get his coat off, not knowing whether he should:

Announce himself;

Get back outside;

Scream "Fucking finally" at the top of his lungs.

Twirling my hair and thinking about Eddie trying to find the perfect time and place to tell Steve that he loves him but then Steve just says it one random night while their cooking dinner together and it catches Eddie so off guard.

"That's not fair." He says instead of actually telling his now very confused boyfriend that he loves him too. "I had a big romantic plan and then you just go and drop that while we are making spaghetti?! Not cool, man."

"I can take it back if you want?" Steve says while draining the pasta.

Eddie pouts and stirs the sauce a little less angrily. "No. Say it again."

Steve laughs and comes up behind him, his arms wrap around Eddie's waist as he rests his chin on Eddie's shoulder. "I love you so, so much -" He kisses the side of Eddie's head. "- but you're burning the sauce. Move."

#stranger things #steddie #because Wayne Munson deserved more screen time #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #wayne munson #Wayne Munson 1 steddie shipper

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Now, Steve is a Tears for Fears kind of guy.

My dad looked exactly like him in the 80s with the only difference he's still an [censored] and he adores Tears for Fears. He bought a seven minutes vinyl version of Everybody Wants to Rule the World.

He puts a Song from the Big Chair casette in the car and expects Eddie to immediately complain about it.

But no: Eddie Munson, the twenty-one years old man who got (mistakenly) charged for murder and devil worshipping, just sways along with Everybody Wants to Rule the World because

- Who the fuck doesn't adore this song, Stevie? -

And Steve has no correct (and no homo) answer to what he sees. He just grips the wheel tight because the way Eddie's hair moves with any of his movements (something that resembles the way he shakes his head when he listens to any masterpiece that the Iron Maiden had to offer at the time, but at a slower rhythm) is way too cute.

If metalheads slow danced, that would exactly be their own way of doing it.

Eddie sits quiet through the rest of the tape (randomly following the music with the tapping of his fingers once he catches up with the rhythm) because he knows no other song they're listening to. He knows whatever non-metal track that he heard at the radio and he had ended up liking way too much, but had never dared to dig further than that.

He still had a reputation, after all.

But then Steve hears a very quiet:

- Oh, you're waisting my time. You're just, just, just wasting time -

When Head Over Heels is playing.

He think he hallucinated, but Eddie only sings louder.

- SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I'M HEAD OVER HEELS -

And Steve joins, because Eddie the freak Munson is singing Tears for Fears in his car with no absolute shame.

The tragedy is that he even sings well, too well. He sings so well Steve ends up replaying the same song over and over just to hear Eddie's voice, because the key fits him so well he takes a proper minute to finally question his sexuality.

(Was he attracted to Curt Smith's voice all along? Steve may know the answer in that moment).

There's a million things Steve wants to do when he finally drops Eddie by his trailer: touch his hand, tell him he sings well, play with his hair (even kiss him, because heterosexuality had thrown itself out of the window right when Eddie had started swaying along with the music).

But he does nothing of it. He just lets Eddie go, waves at him and only drives away when he disappears behind the front door.

He needs to recover the Spandau Ballet cassette.

Steve knows his music taste is vastly different from Eddie's, but he really thought he could put together a tape for in the car that Eddie wouldn't completely hate.

That proves incorrect as Eddie snorts, "Really? Foreigner? Steve, are you kidding me?"

Steve pouts as he pulls out of the driveway. There's no pleasing people. "Look, I know they're not metal, but it's rock music!"

"They're sellouts!" Eddie sputters. "They're wailing about love. This is Top 40 shit, Steve."

Steve grumbles again, but Eddie doesn't skip it, just listens before the next song starts.

Smokin' In the Boys Room gets him a little more credit. "But only a little!" Eddie clarifies. He really didn't figure Eddie would like Everybody Wants to Rule The World, but Steve put that one for himself.

When the next song starts, Eddie's face goes still for a moment before a slow smile slides across it.

"Shut up," Steve mumbles, slumping behind the wheel since they're at a red light. "I don't want to hear it."

"Hear what?" Eddie asks innocently.

Steve thinks that'll be the end of it until the chorus.

When Eddie all but jumps in his seat, Steve jumps too. "What about love?" Eddie wails along with the radio. "Don't you want someone to care about you? And what about love? Don't let it slip away!"

Steve starts laughing, and Eddie keeps right on singing. By the next chorus, Steve's ready.

"What about love?" he sings right along with.

Eddie's eyes light up next to him.

When they reach Dustin's house, Steve knows anyone outside can probably hear them, but he doesn't care. They're both singing and laughing hard enough that they have to gasp for breath as the Quiet Riot song he'd added next starts up.

"I didn't know Heart was up your alley," Steve admits.

Eddie shrugs and gives him a sheepish grin. "I recognize what I said about Foreigner, but what can I say? I'm a sucker for wailing about love."

"I bet you are," Steve teases.

And if he slips a few more pop songs on the next car mix, Eddie gives him crap but occasionally sings along.

#stranger things #steddie #steve adores tears for fears #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie actually likes well made pop songs #tears for fears #everybody wants to rule the world #head over heels

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I honestly had the little suspect that Alexei from Stranger Things was Ukrainian because of the way he sometimes speaks. I absolutely have no actual ground to firmly believe in this theory (except the fact that sometimes Alexei's accent resembles Alex's, an Ukrainian character from Everything is Illuminated portrayed by an Ukrainian actor); but turns out that Alec Utgoff (Alexei's actor) is actually Ukrainian, which means I wasn't entirely wrong.

And if you think I've spent over fifteen minutes on the bed while having a temperature listening to Alexei talking, and watching the vegetarian scene from Everything is Illuminated (wearing big ass headphones) you're absolutely right.

#alexei #stranger things #alex #everything is illuminated #(possible)#ukrainian character #theory

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My punk ass will protect you

reblog this if you’re jewish or your blog is a safe space for jewish people

in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.

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Stranger Things Have Happened

Ship: Murrlexei (Murray x Alexei)

Warnings: Just typical violence, monsters and nasty shit. Actually nothing that specific. Maybe some swearing and description of injuries.

Summary: Joyce and Murray go to save Hopper (and Enzo/Dmitri), but as they manage to close the Demogorgon in the arena there's a third person that gets through the gate together with Hopper and Dmitri. Murray takes a moment to recognise him.

Author Note: This piece revolves around a couple of headcanons I saw while scrolling (I can't find those posts anymore, but I swear I didn't make them out of thin air) and I just thought they would have been interesting in such a dynamic. It has heavy angst (nothing too bad, just the way they emotionally react to what happened) and that's why I'm scared of publishing it, but in my defence I can say it is quite realistic on a psychological level. It will probably have more parts.

I accept requests for future works.

The most horrific sound he had ever heard came out of the monster's fangs, so high-pitched and loud that there was no need to be within reach to hear it clearly. It engraved itself in the memory of the two Americans standing in the room, forcing its presence in the nightmares that would have followed those few days of desperate rescue.

Joyce frantically pushed every single button on the console (under Murray's expression of disappointment), allowing the gate to finally open and permit Hopper and Dmitri to get to safety. However, what they didn't expect was the two to stand just before the gate and make sure a third person was following.

Who that third person was Murray had no idea (nor he allowed himself a second to care about it as he instructed Joyce to close the gate as quickly as possible), but Hopper and Dmitri seemed quite fond of him as they waited for him to limp painfully towards them.

The last moments of anxiety were filled by the Demogorgon's attempt at forcing the gate open to slip through it. The moment quickly ended with the Demogorgon pacing back, hurt and screaming.

Joyce was the first to sprint out of the room, Murray right after her (the realisation of a third, unknown person being trapped in there with them eventually knocking at the door of his mind).

Hopper stood not more than ten metres from the closed gate, filth, blood and bruises over his face; he stood still, frozen in the moment and letting Joyce pace towards him. Despite the scene being sweet and peaceful, Murray's vigilant mind had his full attention focusing somewhere else (leaving the two undeclared lovers to their much desired moment of affection); his attention went to Dmitri and the man sitting on the ground that he was so desperately trying to sooth.

The only thing that had Murray's mind tingle with the feeling he had already seen that man was the familiar tone and voice wherewith he was spitting Russian phrases out in-between ugly sobs.

He was compulsively trying to wipe the scarlet blood from his shaky hands, only succeeding at staining his coat. He was in pure shock, Murray realised, as the man started rambling incoherently.

-Jesus Christ, keep it together! - Dmitri shouted down at the poor soul.

The man whimpered and closed his mouth shut in the moment he went to grab the big glasses he had apparently abandoned on the ground in a previous moment, drawing a string of blood over his cheek in the process.

That's when it clicked for Murray.

-Stop shouting at him! - the American snapped at the former Russian guard, stepping in-between Dimitri and the man as he went to kneel on the ground - Alexei? -

As his name had been called out, despite the tentative and confused tone that had been used, the Russian raised his head to look up at Murray.

He had lost his mass of curly hair and the cheerfulness that Murray was used to, but that was Alexei, with his small eyes that quickly inspected every corner of the American's face.

-You know this one?! - Dmitri asked in astonishment.

Alexei's eyes seemed to light up in the moment he recognised Murray. He threw himself into the American's chest, trapping him in a choking embrace as he began to sob once again.

The previous question went completely forgotten in the moment they held tight onto eachother for dear life, as if they needed to feel their bones break under their rough touch to convince themselves that what they were experiencing was real and not just a sick trick of their minds.

Murray stared blankly at the concrete wall behind Alexei as he held the man tight against his chest; his mind was one of the hardest to convince even when the evidence was right in front of his eyes, however the sob in the crook of his neck and they shaky body against his own was just enough to persuade him to let his guard down without expecting that to be some sort of trap (or maybe some kind of trick before someone dragged that man away from him again).

-Looks like you know him - Dmitri muttered, as if to remind Murray of the question he still was failing to give an answer to, while giving an answer to it himself.

Setting aside the shame that would have followed the realisation that he had allowed his guard to lower way too much and he had started crying silently, Murray cupped Alexei's face to force their eyes to meet again.

-I saw you die - the American mumbled, more to himself than to Alexei.

There was no response as the Russian escaped the hands resting on his cheeks and went to find peace in the crook of Murray's neck once again.

-You're not crying, are you? - came Hopper's astonished voice, steps getting gingerly closer to the two men.

-Jim, say another word on the subject and I'll kill you personally before you make it back to the States - Murray snapped rudely, Alexei flinching at his sudden response.

Hopper seemed to back up at the response, but Dmitri didn't.

-I hate to interrupt your...display of affection, my dear friends. But if we don't move no one will make it back to the States alive -

Murray groaned in agreement, trying to get Alexei to pull away from his chest so that he could check for any injuries on his legs remembering the way he had leaped towards the gate a few moments before. The injury consisted of a sprained ankles, swollen and purplish, likely not more than a day old.

-Can you walk? -

The answer came as a quick nod and Alexei proceeded to stand once again before anyone could help him. He leaned against the wall with a grimace as he did his best to not put his weight on the injured ankle, and all Murray could do at the sight was shook his head in exasperation.

Stubborn man.

-No, you can't walk - Murray noticed.

-Okay, you help him, but let's get out of here quick! - Dmitri ordered, walking past them with annoyance - Where is Yuri? He cannot be left alone for too much! -

The escape in the van had been dense with tension and homicidal instinct from all the people present in the vehicle, and not only because Yuri had been able to talk again for five minutes (trying to get something from the disastrous situation in which they were all in) and because Dmitri pulled a gun out with the intention of shutting him up once for all, but also for the glance that Yuri occasionally threw towards Alexei (glances that Alexei had been able to ignore by being half asleep on Murray's side after his body allowed him to be exhausted enough to not care).

It made Murray nauseous to say the least: those glances were filthier than any of them and so evident that it was impossible to not notice the way Yuri was desperately trying to get some attention.

Why, though, Murray could not tell.

He was used to see straight through any shallow that presented to him, but he could not do that in that moment no matter how much he tried.

It was likely that what they thought Yuri was capable of was just the tip of the iceberg.

Alexei and Yuri did not get to make eye contact even when they got out of the van, heading towards the warehouse that stood beside the church that had been turned into an inventory.

Yuri introduced them to a disappointing to the eye helicopter as if it was the best thing they would have ever gotten to see.

-You said you had a plane! - Joyce snapped, hitting Yuri repeatedly with her gloves - A plane! - another shove.

-No...no, I told you I could fly you home - Yuri pointed out with his smart smile, actually stepping back from Joyce as he turned towards the helicopter - And Katinka can fly you home! -

Murray could hear Alexei sigh in annoyance beside him, not moving at all from where they were standing.

-She was named Katinka after my first lover - Alexei's sigh became heavier as Yuri laughed - She also had very beautiful, very round...buttocks -

They watched as Yuri went to hug the helicopter and glue his face to the windshield; that was the exact moment in which Alexei moved away from Murray and pronounced his first words since they had gotten out of Kamchatka, pacing menacingly towards Yuri.

-I'm sick of your shit! - Alexei spit in Russian, grabbing Yuri by the coat to get him off of the aircraft and then shove him.

-Oh, love...don't be mad - Yuri chuckled and raised his hands as Alexei kept pacing towards him.

-You're dead, Yuri. You're so dead! - and came the first punch, Alexei's fist colliding with Yuri's nose.

Yuri fell down with a groan and crawled away from him, but Alexei still managed to grab him once again. A second punch was about to collide with Yuri's bloody face, however Murray arrived just in time to prevent that: Alexei was lifted from the ground and kept wiggling to get back to Yuri even when Murray was dragging him as far from him as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, Joyce and Hopper watched the scene in confusion as they were unable to understand what they were spitting at eachother (or were unable to understand enough to make out what the entire issue was about); on his hand, Hopper found Alexei's accent was quite difficult to understand, specially when he was shouting at the top of his lungs.

-Uh...what's going on? - Hopper questioned at Dmitri as he witnessed Murray sitting on the ground when it became difficult to keep Alexei trapped in his grip.

-Alexei is Katinka and wants to kill Yuri for...reasons - Dmitri shrugged.

-Alexei..? - Joyce raised a brow.

-That is all i can understand without more context -

A hoarse and wrathful scream had them all turn their attention back to the scene.

-You sent me there to die! You sent those men after me! - Alexei sobbed as he eventually surrendered to Murray's desperate attempt at keeping him still - You said you could get me out but you never came, because you put me there! -

-We have a plot twist, Americans: Yuri is the reason Alexei was in Kamchatka...he pretended he wanted to get him out - Dmitri quickly translated, eyes glued on the scene.

Alexei didn't try to reach for Yuri again, the sounds of his painful sobs enough to have Murray's heart crack with every sound he drew out.

-You did what?! - Murray snapped at Yuri, who immediately raised his hands in defense as he smiled.

-There's no need to get mad, my friend. We just had a little misunderstanding...that's what happened -

-No: you fucked up again and I left. That's what happened! - Alexei shouted.

-They broke up and Yuri, like the gentleman he is, sent Alexei to Kamchatka - Dmitri informed Joyce and Hopper.

-So romantic - Hopper commented.

At the umpteenth sob Alexei drew out, Murray let go off of him and got to his feet, coming forward at great strides.

-He's safe, Murray - Yuri pointed out, trying to spare himself more hits - His injuries will heal. He still got all legs and arms... -

- You know damn well not everything will heal! - and Murray threw the second punch, Yuri falling to the ground and not even attempting to get up.

- Stop! - Dmitri intervened, still speaking in English for the people in the back who needed a translation.

It was not as simple to get Murray off of Yuri, but when the latter went to refuge himself under Katinka, the American stayed back with his arms folded to his chest and allowed Dmitri to point a finger at him.

- Whether you like it or not, we need this...козёл - (kozyol = goat) - If you want to kill him because he hurt your boyfriend I understand, but I will let you only when in America - Dmitri glared.

Murray moved back with a huff, stopping only to reply.

- He's not my boyfriend -

Dmitri muttered something in response as he went to drug Yuri out of his hiding, something that Murray recognised as конечно нет: clearly not, with an heavy sarcastic tone.

When he turned towards Alexei again, Joyce was with him, knelt down beside him as she rested her hands on his shoulders in a sign of sympathy. Jim was not faraway, but still not close enough to make his attempt at comfort evident.

Alexei was scowling at Yuri from the spot in which he was sitting, seeming totally willing to throw himself at the man another time if given a reason to.

-This...cannot fly us to America - Dmitri commented, pointing out his concern.

While the others returned to their conversation and the anxiety that the state in which the aircraft was in had brought, Murray let them talk peacefully; he couldn't have been further from caring at the moment. He sat next to Alexei and silently reached for him, happy that the other didn't seem to resist and rather let himself get dragged into Murray's side, resting against the man.

-What is the furthest...Katinka has ever flown? -

-...For me she is still a virgin -

The general mood in the room varied from extremely murderous to "I've lost any hope I had, I might as well drop dead in this instant".

The only detail keeping them from abandoning Yuri in the forest was the fact that they would have had to find someone else capable of flying them to America. That was the best they could ask for.

-Not real Katinka. God, this no -

And Yuri laughed, the unnecessary comment giving Alexei a reason to try and stand. Yuri took a step back, any humour cancelled from his expression, and didn't stop fearing for his own safety even as Murray dragged Alexei back into a sitting position.

Dmitri gave an unimpressed nod, moving the gun he still held to accompany his words.

-Okay...should I shoot him now, or later? -

I totally think this will have more parts (don't know how many though).

The insult Dmitri gives Yuri (goat in Russian) is the equivalent of calling someone a snitch.

#murrlexei #alexei x murray #alexei #alexei deserved better #russia timeline #stranger things #joyce byers #murray bauman #jim hopper #dmitri antonov #angst #i don't know anymore #i started writing for the sake of angst #and here's what came out #i have too much freedom in my hands

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