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Hello! Please help me find a fic I'm looking for... Stranger Things fandom, Steve Harrington centric...

Key points I remember;

Steve has Time Powers, and he's been subconsciously using them throughout the whole Upside Down mess,,,

Like, something will go terribly wrong, and he'll send himself back in time - except he doesn't remember having done so! He just ends up with a vague sense of Deja Vu and then, basing his actions on those feelings, makes different choices which then result in different outcomes.

It's possible I've morphed two separate fics together in my head - I don't think that's the case... But, there's something to do with his healing? Or him regaining the injuries he got during the loops as some drawback of his ability?

Or something like that, it's been ages and I can't remember ahhhgh

Anyway I know that's barely any information, I'm sorry :((( But! If you know what I'm talking about, please let me know! Thanks <3

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Just a quick fic that's been rattling around my drafts. I might continue this, I might not. If you find any typos, no you didn't.

Anyway, enjoy!

WC: 1,608

Ellie remembered when she saw him. The day she came back from the city, from her time with Kali. Memories slotted back into place like a missing puzzle piece. It wasn’t a sudden flood of information, just a soft recognition.

She knew what he had done, too. He looked at her, and there was familiarity, a fondness that would remain no matter what, but those memories– what created that warmth– had vanished. She held no anger toward him for it, no bitterness, but it was still lonely. She wondered what was so bad that he would erase his own memories. She didn’t know if she wanted to know.

She still kept a close eye on him, there in the Byers’ living room, still remaining as close as possible. He told her his new name. Steve Harrington. It suited him as well as any name he had told her before. Like a coat to slip on and off, to wear for protection. He stayed close to her, too, but it was clear he had no idea why. He wanted to know, though. He wanted to figure out what that thread between the two of them meant. She worried that he would seek out answers.

She worried that he wouldn’t.

The internal debate was a hefty one, for Ellie. On one hand, she wanted her brother back. She wanted the soft smiles, the warm hugs, the protection. She wanted Seven. On the other hand, she didn’t want to hurt him, and if remembering everything hurt, she didn’t know if she wanted him to remember.

Another major problem arose in the form of the bond between herself and her siblings and her siblings and each other. It had disappeared, but the second they made eye contact, it was back. A single string between Steve Harrington and Jane Eleanor Hopper. He felt it, too. 

Two days after that, after she shut the gate, after Steve got a grade three concussion fighting Billy Hargrove, after they went into the tunnels anyway in order to create a distraction, she felt it. A tug down the bond, curious and careful. Not harsh, just a little nudge. After much consideration, she tugged back.

That weekend, with permission, the Party went over to the Harrington Household and El got to see Steve in person again. She stayed close to him again, and he made special care to ask her how she was doing, what she��d been up to, so on and so forth. The Party noticed the warmth that was there, but clearly didn’t even know what to ask, so they said nothing. 

Even though he didn’t remember her, Ellie liked being with her brother again.

He kept a close eye on her, and he wore his thinking face, eyebrows pinched, lips tight. Still she said nothing. The question stayed in her mind. Tell him or don’t tell him? Tell him or don’t tell him?

Was she lying to him by not telling him? Was she protecting him? At what point did information become something that someone needed? What if something bad happened? What if they needed his abilities? Back and forth, back and forth. She needed to tell someone, get it out of her head, but what if they told Steve? After the sleepover, back at the cabin, Ellie sat down to talk to Hopper.

“I know something important,” she started with. “I know something about someone that they do not.”

Hopper considered the words. “Are they in danger?”

She swallowed. “They are like me. Like Kali. They do not remember.”

“Put yourself in their shoes,” Hopper said. “If you were them, would you want to remember?”

Ellie thought about it. “I do not know.”

“Do you want them to remember?”

“Yes.” She wanted her brother back. More than that, she wanted someone to understand, to be there and hold her hand and talk her through all that she didn’t know. Someone who knew where the gaps were in her understanding of Outside. She wanted what she was afraid she couldn’t have.

Hopper took a breath, running his hand down his face. “Would it… hurt them more to remember than if they stayed ignorant?”

She didn’t know the answer to that. “He is curious,” she said instead. “He recognizes me. He is looking. I am afraid he will find what he is searching for.”

“And you’re afraid that he won’t.” It wasn’t a question. Hopper just gave her a knowing look.

“Yes.”

He nodded. “I think, if he asks for help, you help him. If he decides he doesn’t want to know? You let him forget.”

For some reason, something sank in her chest. Despite her own best interest, despite what Hopper had just said, she gave her bond to Steve a tug. He hesitated, but he tugged back.

“Okay.”

Hopper worked his jaw. “Are you going to tell me who it is?”

“No.”

Hopper nodded, and they moved on to lighter topics. She kept part of her attention on the tether to see if Steve would do anything else.

He didn’t.

It took Steve a week after that to approach Hopper to ask to talk to Ellie. Ellie knew that Hopper suspected pretty heavily, based on the look he gave her as he left them in the cabin after asking way too few questions. They sat across from each other at the table, and she waited for him to ask.

He stared at her for a while, eyebrows pinched, mouth tight, and then tugged on the tether. She tugged back.

“That’s you.” 

“Yes.”

“Why can I…” another tug. She tugged back. “That! Why… Why can I feel that?”

The point of no return, the precipice. If she answered his question, she could be hurting him. She could be helping him. “Do you want to know?”

He must have seen it on her face, or heard it in her voice, because he considered it. “I have a theory, but I don’t know how that theory would work or how… how any of it would make sense. It’s dumb and I- I just need help here and I think you can help me.”

“I can.” She took a breath. “What is your theory?”

He slumped. “Please don’t judge.”

“I will not.”

“I thought about it a lot, and I thought about my past.” He pulled up his sleeve and revealed his wrist, where his tattoo would be. Instead, there was a painful looking burn scar. “I tried to think about what happened, and it felt off. Like, the memory was wrong. Is there any way to, like, have a fake memory? Like, something plasticy and off to cover up… No, it’s dumb, I’m sorry, I’m hearing it and-”

“Yes.”

He froze up, completely stiff. “And is there a way to tell what’s fake and what’s real? Like do the memories feel different?”

“For you? Yes. For others? No.”

His eyebrows drew together, thinking. “Why would I be able to tell?” Something in his voice told her he already knew. 

“Yes. Why?”

He thought there, for a long while, and Ellie waited, patient. He stared at the table, picking at his nails, working his jaw, fiddling with his hair. If Ellie were to guess, she would say that he was looking through his memories and discerning real vs. fake. He didn’t like what he found.

“You know me.” A non-question, more sure of himself that time. His eyes bore into Ellie, searching. 

“Yes.”

“I know you. Somewhere in here.” He pointed to his head, avoiding eye contact. 

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to remember?” Very fitting, that Seven would go after her wants before his own. “Can I remember?”

Ellie hesitated. “You can remember, if you want to.”

His eyes kept burning into her. “Do you want me to remember?”

She swallowed, uncomfortable. If she answered the question, he would do whatever he could to do what she wanted, even at the cost of his own happiness. If she didn’t answer, he would keep pushing until she did. 

Decisions, decisions.

“It is not nice.”

Seven Steve nodded. “That’s still not answering my question.”

“... Yes.”

And that was that, the decision was made for him. Would she regret that? Probably. She just couldn’t stand the look that he kept giving her. “Okay. I’m going to need help, I think. Does it- does it work like your abilities? Like, how…?”

“We will try.”

She took him to the living room and sat him down on the floor in front of the TV. “Static helps. So does a blindfold.” 

He nodded, taking in the familiarly new information. She grabbed the blindfold from her room, then the box of tissues and she tried not to seem too eager. Anticipation buzzed under her skin, though. She tugged at the bond with Kali, who responded immediately. She sent down what she could of what she felt, hoping it transferred. Excitement, anticipation, good, good, good. Sibling. Found. 

Nothing too complex, nothing too big, just enough. Kali sent anticipation back in turn. 

She sat down in front of Steve, close enough that their knees touched.

“What do fake memories feel like?” she asked. That is the part she never learned. How her siblings' abilities worked. She just knew what they could do. She wanted to know.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, frowning. “It’s- it’s hard to explain. Fake. Plasticy, like- like a sticker, covering something.”

“Peel the sticker.” She stood and rounded behind Steve, wrapped the blindfold around his face, then she turned the tv on for static. Just like the others did for her, she leaned Steve into her lap and waited.

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Current WIPs

I write by the mercy of the Muse, so I have 5 main WIPs. These are the general concepts and wordcounts:

19, 20 - Going to be a very Longfic, if I do it right

19,394 Words Total, 8,940 Posted in the First Chapter

During Season 3 of Stranger Things, Dustin is able to convince Erica to leave and call for backup, so they leave Steve and Robin behind. After the Russians get all of their answers, Steve and Robin get sent off to be experimented as a continuation of Dr. Brenner's experiments. (They knew about the Upside Down, what's to stop them from knowing about the Experiments on Children?).

2. S(t)even - One-Shot

1,533 Words

Steve is number Seven (original, I know) and Dustin observes the weirdness surrounding the babysitter.

3. The King is Dead (Long Live the King) - One-Shot

3,995 Words

Steve bashes Vecna's face in, turning him into nothing more than minced meat. The Upside Down loses the Leader of the Hive Mind, and then fuses with Steve to make up for the power vacuum. This is everything that follows.

4. Something, Something, Time Warp, Play on Words - Going to be a Longfic... eventually

1,411 Words

Robin and Steve get sent back in time by an unknown force, and they try to fix the past to save the future. That same unknown force is stopping them from telling the truth, so they have to speak in vague hints and the people around them end up drawing the wrong conclusions about how they know the future. Shoot,

5. Again? - Going to be Medium-ish

2,704 Words

Steve has a Time Loop power. Every time he dies, he gets sent to the morning that the first domino set up to his death. It could be a week prior, or it could be that morning.

I'm hoping the wonderful people of the internet can bully me into actually writing, instead of daydreaming about writing. I have loads of ideas, but getting it onto paper is kind of it's own beast. Thanks, if you decide to bully me as requested. I appreciate it

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AU where Dustin gets Steve and Robin to play D&D with Hellfire and Steve decides his fighter is going to have a husband to make Will feel better.

Eddie loses his shit and ends up getting dog piled about not being homophobic from the Party.

It ends with him chainsmoking in a daze outside while Gareth (who was dying of laughter and immediately jumped on board with the "Yeah Eddie be cool" comments) and Jeff (who sympathized and tried to help Eddie explain but gave up when Eddie kept accidentally digging himself a bigger hole) sit next to him offering back pats.

One of them floats the only way out of this is to admit he's gay.

He just groans and practically eats his cigarette.

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Steve Harrington who doesn't die. No matter what, he'll wake up afterwards. He learned it young when he survived a car crash that killed his mom. And he struggles after her death, not knowing why he survived when she didn't. As he grows up, he can't relax and parties to try and be full of something lighter. But he drinks too much at one party and he doesn't have a good friend to rely on.

As time goes on, Steve dies by Billy and by the Russians. He doesn't really understand but he begins to accept it. But he also becomes more careless. Which is how Eddie finds him.

Eddie had been able to see ghosts since he almost died from his dad. The first ghost he ever sees is his mom and she passes on after getting to hug him goodbye one last time. After that Eddie sees the few elderly people who died at the end of their lives. And the people who died too early. He got stuck as the freak for all the times he's accidentally talked to someone who wasn't there.

He had talked with Benny who was worried about that young girl. Barb who was so mad about being left behind by her friend. But he hadn't seen Will Byers and it made sense when he was found eventually. But he did hear some things from the agents stuck at the middle school who looked torn apart. Eddie learned of the Upside Down earlier but promised Wayne he'd stay out of it.

Until he saw Steve sitting on the edge of the pool, looking at his body floating in the water. There was some blood swirling in the water and it made Eddie sick. But Steve just stared blankly at his own body before sighing and standing. He froze when Eddie locked eyes with him. He glanced at the pool than Eddie. "Hmm," he gave him a small smile and moved past him.

"Wait!" Eddie called afterwards and Steve paused, "aren't you, like, I don't know needing something? Most ghosts-"

"Oh," Steve chuckled, "this won't last much longer." He stated and walked away but before he even reached the door back into the party he blinked away. Eddie let out a scream when Steve's body spasmed and his head flung up out of the water. There was still blood on the side of his face but he was alive. Steve groaned as he pulled himself out of the pool. "See," his came out hoarse and Eddie was just so confused.

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Pre season two AU where El didn’t disappear at the end of season one. Everyone knows she’s staying with Hopper except the government because stick it to the man

Steve has been acting off for a few weeks and finally admits to Nancy that he hasn’t heard from either of his parents in a really long time. They are gone a lot, but they haven’t even answered his calls, and that’s unusual.

Finally she convinces him to ask El for help. She found Will in another dimension, surely she can let him know that they’re okay at the very least so Steve agrees. He brings one of his old photos, searching for one that has both his mom and dad. He cant seem to find any, and he can’t ever remember really taking one together.

They get to the cabin and everyone is there. All the kids want to see El use her powers again, and Hopper and Joyce are concerned about the strain it puts on her. They all watch as Steve hands the photo over with slight nerves. El looks down at it and stops short, staring silently down at it as her entire body starts to shake.

“This is your Papa?” She asks teeming with rage, and Steve furrows his brow. He goes to open his mouth, but suddenly he is no longer in control of his body. El has her arm stretched out, and she’s dragging Steve over to her. She holds him in an iron grip, ignoring everyone’s shouting as she grabs the left sleeve of his sweater and yanks it up. There’s an ugly scar on his wrist, but not what she’s looking for.

El demands to know what it is. How did he get this mark. Steve stammers some story out about burning himself on the stove when he was Seven, clearly completely freaked out. He manages to pull himself out of her hold and bolts without another word, leaving the door open in his haste to get away. Hopper is the first to ask what the hell is going on, and El simply hands him the picture in response, going into her room and shutting the door.

Hopper looks down and drops the picture like it’s on fire. They all stare at the Polaroid with horror in their eyes as it slowly floats down to the floor.

Because there, standing on either side of a much younger Steve with a nearly buzzed head, is Connie Frazier and Martin Brenner

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This idea got stuck in my head, not to be taken too seriously. If you find any typos, no you didn't <3

Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

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Steve Harrington knew how to haggle. Raised by the most cutthroat business man in all of the state of Indiana, if not the United States as a whole, he knew the ins and outs of getting the best deal possible. He used this to his advantage a lot more than anyone knew.

The first time he brought out Steven Elias Harrington, son of Richard Jay Harrington was when he first got forced to sign NDAs to keep quiet about everything going on in Hawkins, Indiana. Despite only having shown up at the end, he still had a fat stack of papers to work through.

And he worked through the entire thing, taking his sweet precious time to read the entire thing, word for word. He signed nothing that day, letting the government employees watch as he took notes on every little detail, humming to himself, scoffing, and overall being as annoying about it as possible.

"These are terrible. Do better." He didn't say that exactly, but it was the general consensus as he gave them a verbal dressing down that would make his father proud (and his father was never proud). He made demands for money, for protections, for anything that he could think of. By the end, the government had agreed to provide him with a heaping helping of cash (enough to buy a house and help him live a comfortable life for the next twenty-or-so odd years), government provided medical insurance (complete coverage for the rest of his life), and a full ride scholarship for any college he wanted to go to.

Suffice to say he had rung that towel dry of anything he could ask of it. He knew that those government employees wished nothing but the worst for him, but he was satisfied with what he got, and he happily signed the fifth NDA they provided him with, flourishing his signature with relish.

Then, he became even more wrapped up in the whole thing when Dustin Henderson decided to raise a baby Demogorgon in his basement. A lot happened in those forty-eight hours, but the main one was that he got attached to the little shits, so he told them in no uncertain terms that they were not to sign anything before he looked the paperwork over.

They scoffed, rolled their eyes, but ultimately agreed. It was a very amusing few days, to say the least. The government agents (the same ones as last time) showed up with their giant stacks of paper, and came face to face with Steven Elias Harrington, and he could just see them die a little bit inside. He could practically hear what remained of their souls wither to dust.

And again, he forced them to sit as he read through every NDA, taking notes, scoffing, humming, and overall being a nuisance to them and their time. Then, he got the kids' attentions (as their eyes started to glaze over after minute thirty) and began his process.

The looks of pure awe, too, would be treasured for a very long time as he got their college tuitions paid for, government-provided medical insurance for the rest of their lives, and of course a big fat pile of cash ready for when they would turn seventeen years old. Each of them had enough money lined up for them that they wouldn't have to worry about anything until maybe their late fifties to early sixties if they were bad with their money.

And of course, he got himself another big pile of cash and access to the best lawyers in the United States if he would ever have need of it.

After that, he shouldn't have been surprised when everyone came to him for help post-Battle of Starcourt (dubbed by Dustin, of course). This time, he took two solid weeks pushing and pulling Uncle Sam in this direction and that to make sure everyone got what they needed. (Another fat stack of cash for everyone, legal protection for whatever they'd need it for, and a cover story that made everyone look the best that they possibly could. He also got college payment for Robin, since she wasn't there the first time, as well as the same medical insurance he got everyone else). Those government employees looked at Steve like he was the devil himself.

"You kinda are," Robin told him one day, after Steve recounted the specifics. "I mean, you are bleeding the government dry."

He gave her a grin. "Absolutely, I am."

Then, he and his merry band of misfits saved the world, stopping the Upside Down for good. The same government goons showed up, and instead of doing what they tried to do the previous time, they just came to Steve with all of the NDAs, and asked in the most sarcastically professional voice imaginable, "Are these up to your standers, Mr. Harrington?"

He gave his charming, King Steve smile and told them that he'd read it over. In the hospital room that held Max and Eddie, Steve pulled up a table and allowed everyone to watch as he flipped page after page, noting down the loophole phrases and weak protections, and every single trap meant to put them into a worse-off position and he threw it in the government's faces.

In return, he forced everything his heart could imagine out of them.

Another giant hunk of change for each of them.

Eddie Munson free of all charges, effective immediately

Government-provided medical insurance for Eddie Munson for the rest of his long, long life

A cover story so beautiful, so concrete that it got even the most closed minded to look at Steve's People and call them heroes.

A house for Eddie and his Uncle Wayne

"I hope I never see your face ever again," the man told Steve, forgoing all niceties at that point. "You're going to burn in hell."

"I'll save you both a seat," he told him with his sweetest, most charming smile.

The government agents left, and in their wake, Eddie Munson looked at him like he hung the sun, moon, and stars in the sky.

"Wow," was all the metalhead was able to get out for a while. "Just wow."

Robin glanced between Steve and Eddie, leaned into his side and quietly sang, "The lovers, the dreamers, and me."

Now on AO3

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@dwobbitfromtheshire Thank you :) I will try to make it worthy of your name. Credit will be given, of course.

Plan of Attack

Steve isn't stupid, but he thinks it's funny that the kids think he is. One day, when the moment is just right, he will pounce on them with his amazing knowledge, and it will be so funny. It was El, of all people, who caught onto him. He's not surprised. The kids kind of treat her with kid gloves after everything she's been through, and sometimes they treat her like she's a child. While it's difficult for her to talk, it's not because she's stupid. She's smart in so many ways, so when she finds out what Steve is doing, she jumps on board. It was Hopper who figured it out next.

"Why are you guys doing this?" He asked Steve and El.

"Because those kids need to be knocked down a peg or two. They need to know that it's not okay to assume that just because I'm a jock it must mean I'm dumb. They definitely need to stop treating El like she's stupid because she's pretty fucking smart," Steve said.

"We are waiting for the right time to -- what did you say? Oh, yeah. We are waiting to go for the jugular," El said with a grin.

"Mike is the worst of them all when it comes to El," Steve said. "He's the one who we need to take down the hardest."

"I have never been prouder to call you my son," Hop said.

"Uh, you've never called me your son," Steve said, blinking his eyes rapidly.

"That's about to change," Hop said gruffly.

"Uh. . .okay," Steve said, tears pooling in his eyes.

"Come on, Steve, let's go to my room, and we'll work on our plan," El told him, grabbing his hand and dragging him to her room.

Will, who had overheard the whole thing, popped his head in a moment later. He was the only other one of them who had never treated Steve unkindly for being dumb. No surprise there though, Will was an angel.

"Can I help?" He asked, Steve and El grinned at him.

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Plan of Attack

Steve isn't stupid, but he thinks it's funny that the kids think he is. One day, when the moment is just right, he will pounce on them with his amazing knowledge, and it will be so funny. It was El, of all people, who caught onto him. He's not surprised. The kids kind of treat her with kid gloves after everything she's been through, and sometimes they treat her like she's a child. While it's difficult for her to talk, it's not because she's stupid. She's smart in so many ways, so when she finds out what Steve is doing, she jumps on board. It was Hopper who figured it out next.

"Why are you guys doing this?" He asked Steve and El.

"Because those kids need to be knocked down a peg or two. They need to know that it's not okay to assume that just because I'm a jock it must mean I'm dumb. They definitely need to stop treating El like she's stupid because she's pretty fucking smart," Steve said.

"We are waiting for the right time to -- what did you say? Oh, yeah. We are waiting to go for the jugular," El said with a grin.

"Mike is the worst of them all when it comes to El," Steve said. "He's the one who we need to take down the hardest."

"I have never been prouder to call you my son," Hop said.

"Uh, you've never called me your son," Steve said, blinking his eyes rapidly.

"That's about to change," Hop said gruffly.

"Uh. . .okay," Steve said, tears pooling in his eyes.

"Come on, Steve, let's go to my room, and we'll work on our plan," El told him, grabbing his hand and dragging him to her room.

Will, who had overheard the whole thing, popped his head in a moment later. He was the only other one of them who had never treated Steve unkindly for being dumb. No surprise there though, Will was an angel.

"Can I help?" He asked, Steve and El grinned at him.

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We overwhelmed Ao3 so instead we decide to overwhelm Tumblr. The circle of life, or whatever

AO3 is just a lil overwhelmed besties (same) 🥹🥹🥹

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In other news this a great kick in the pants to me, as I'm currently in the middle of a one-shot. Want something done right, you gotta do it yourself kinda deal, ig

"Archive down for maintenance"

*deep sigh*

*opens tumblr*

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"Archive down for maintenance"

*deep sigh*

*opens tumblr*

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platonic!stobin and what if: steve died in s3 and became a ghost to haunt robbie (and eddie can sometimes see n hear him too)

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Fanfic writers be like 'this is my first fic be gentle' then proceed to rip your heart out and shove it up your asshole

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The ao3 experience

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Donnies and transforming huh?