#MAX AND EDDIE

[feral-jackdaw]

Don't tell anyone

Day 3 of #steddieweek2023 - Discover

“I knew it!” the redhead girl exclaimed, inserting herself into Eddie's trailer. “I fucking knew it!”

“Wha- hey, language!” Eddie admonished, to which Max responded with a are-you-serious look. And she was right, Eddie was the last person allowed to complain about anyone's choice of words.

“Do you really think I'm stupid?” she asked. Eddie still had no idea what she was talking about. “You thought I wouldn't notice Steve's car parking outside everyday for the past week?”

Oh, so that's what it's all about, Eddie realized. Shit.

“It's not what you think it is,” he replied, once again earning a look of disapproval from Max. “Oh come on, do you really think I'd have any chance with a guy like him?” he tried again.

“Eddie. I've seen how you act around each other,” Max pointed out. “Like two morons who have a huge crush on one another but neither has the courage to do anything about it,” she sneered. “I'm glad you finally worked it out because I was starting to think I was going to have to intervene.”

“Just don't tell anyone, please,” Eddie gave in.

“Are you kidding me? I'm calling Erica right now, she owes me 10 bucks,” she announced before running back to her trailer, leaving Eddie in a total disbelief. Well, maybe at least him and Steve won't have to worry about telling the others about their relationship anymore.

[hazardworld]

Dustin's a Damn Good Ally (Original) Pt. 5

CONTAINS DESCRIPTION OF *POTENTIAL* SEXY STUFF (NOTHING ACTUALLY HAPPENS). READ AT OWN RISK (OF WHICH THERE ISN'T MUCH TBH)

Chapter 5— Regret (followed by not-regret)

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Originally Posted 1.1.23/Edited 9.2.23

Summary: This was a bad plan. It ended in a good thing! Still a bad plan.

(Queer author saying queer is used both positive and negative here)

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Steve was off his game.

Obviously, Robin was off the list after October ’85, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still pick up hot babes from behind the counter of Family Video.

Right?

Right.

Obviously, Dustin teased him about it, as a little brother would, because when you see your older brother falling into a slump of what he once was, you grow equally concerned and mocking.

The problem was, Steve didn’t even seem all that interested himself!

Throughout that summer and even into October, Dustin would hear endless complaints about how he couldn’t get a single girl, but November rolled around, and then nothing!

Dustin came to one conclusion: Steve Harrington had given up.

Well, he came to a lot of conclusions, but that one seemed the most plausible.

One of his conclusions involved a convoluted plot about Steve’s secret flirty love affair with Eddie Munson, but not only was that too good to be true, but it was obviously not plausible: Steve was the straightest guy in Hawkins!

Right?

Right.

Well, maybe Jason Carver was straighter, but he was an asshole who liked to harass Eddie, so Jason could burn in hell for all Dustin cared.

And there was also that telltale way Steve flustered up at Eddie’s flirting, or the quick little touches Eddie gave him, or the quick tensing when Eddie would sit or even exist near Steve.

It was mid-November when Dustin had been in Family Video, Steve and Robin behind the counter, him long forgotten in the aisles of tapes as Eddie strutted in, and Dustin overheard the weirdest conversation he’d ever had.

"Munson? Fancy seeing you here, what brings you in?" Steve’s voice, sultry. Like how he’d welcome a girl into Scoops the previous summer.

"Mmm…you, maybe? Or is that not in stock?" Eddie’s voice, also flirtatious, though that wasn’t abnormal. This was followed by a gag, probably from Robin, and a laugh from Steve.

"Sorry Munson, but we have a bit of a shortage right now, you’ll have to swing by later. Let’s say, 11?"

"Perfect. Catch you later, Harrington, Buckley." Eddie walked out of the store, and Dustin had to think:

Okay.

What in the actual fuck was that exchange??

Eddie flirting with Steve was one thing, but Steve flirting back???

Maybe Steve wasn’t the second straightest guy in Hawkins after all.

Dustin still doesn’t know how he made it out the store without getting spotted, but he did, and he didn’t really think about it too much. He had a mission, and that involved pedaling as fast as possible back home, because Ma only let him sleep over places if he was already there, or if he asked before 7, and according to his watch, it was already 6:30.

His thighs burned, but he made it back in time, and quickly connected the last strings of his plan as he packed his overnight bag.

First step was requesting everyone off walkie channel 9, which he did from his house.

Second was biking over, and filling Max in, because she’d love every part of this convoluted scheme as much as him.

Step number 3? Making sure to place a constantly on walkie on channel 9 in the living room, so by the time Steve got home, Dustin and Max would be able to hear when and if Eddie came over, and possibly, kisses and love confessions.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy!

Steps 1 and 2 went fine, but step three was the kicker, because Steve noticed the damn walkie, and turned it all the way off, which forced Max and Dustin to actually go downstairs and see for themselves the kissing and cuddling and love confessions.

Yeah, turns out they were doing a little more than kissing.

Max and Dustin screamed when they fully got a glimpse of Eddie half pinned down onto the kitchen island by Steve, pants strewn to the side, and both in boxers.

They both looked at the pair with equally wide eyes and equally crimson blushes, but whether that was from their…actions…or from embarrassment, neither freshman wanted to know.

"Dustin, Max, go back up to your room, please." Steve said cooly, not changing his position, "Me and Eds are putting on pants, and then we’re having a talk." Both teens nodded vigorously, and ran back up to their room, and promptly had a freak out, until Steve and Eddie knocked and came in a few minutes later.

"Ok. So. You walked in on us." Steve said simply, no malice, but no joy, either. Both he and Eddie stood in front and in between the two twin beds—jade green on one side for Dustin, sky blue on the other for Max. "Why."

"Dustin’s idea!" Max quickly pointed to Dustin, who scoffed and raised his hands.

"It’s not my fault Steve shut off the walkie!" Steve raised an eyebrow. 

"What were you going to do with the walkie, Dustin?" Dustin dramatically crossed his arms.

"The plan was for me and Max to listen in on you kiss and confess your undying love or whatever. You turned off the walkie, though, and after awhile we wanted to see if anything happened." Steve blinked, and pinched the bridge of his nose, while Eddie slowly started to nod, seemingly impressed.

"You obviously weren’t just kissing, though…" Max muttered, though loud enough to hear.

"No shit, guys." Eddie chuckled, "How did you even know about tonight?"

"I heard you both flirting in Family Video." At that, Steve and Eddie went beet red. "I wanted to see if it was real or fake, and I knew Max would, too."

"I thought you’d already left!" Steve exclaimed, and Dustin shook his head.

"I was back in the shelves, Steve-o." Steve quickly muttered 'fuck' under his breath, and Eddie laughed.

"Look, I’m glad it’s you two who found out first, after Robin, of course. Besides, it’s not like it’d stay a secret for long, since all three of us would be here so often." Steve sighed, calming at Eddie’s words, and also by how Eddie’s hand had looped into Steve’s, giving it a squeeze.

"Yeah, but next time, please just ask before you walk in on us. It’s not like you’re going to judge, but it’d be nice to have some privacy?" Max and Dustin looked at each other and giggled, nodding. The young adults smiled, looking at the kids, and then each other, and then bid the two goodnight.

Before they left though, Max made sure to ask a question:

"Steve, what…are you?" Steve blinked, and smiled.

"Bisexual." Max grinned.

"Me too."

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And now you see why the fic has a Mature rating.

Also, Steddie are switches. Eddie prefers dom and Steve prefers sub, but they're def switches.

Chapter 4/6———Chapter 6/6

[made-ofmemories]

When Life Tears You Asunder, But You’re Not Alone

(Chapter 16/18)

General Warnings/tags: Found family, implied Wayne/Susan in future chapters, Max & Eddie have a sibling like relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort, Lumax and Steddie make appearances throughout the chapters but the primary focus is on the familial bonds between characters

Chapter specific warnings/tags: Steddie (mentioned), The rest of corroded coffin make an appearance, Gareth and Max are buddies.

Word count: 3064

Summary: Billy was a pretty shitty brother, there was no denying it, but Max still finds herself mourning for the sibling relationship they never got to have. With him gone she thinks so are her chances of ever having the big brother figure she’s always wanted. Then in a turn of events that she never saw coming, Eddie Munson waltzes into her life. Or more like, almost runs her over.

Notes: There’s a supernatural reference hidden in here somewhere, let us know if you spot it!! And as always comments and kudos make our day, we love hearing from you guys :) Co-written with the wonderful @ladydorian05 and crossposted on AO3. Updates every Friday.

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“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” Max insists as if he hasn’t already explained this to her 5 times already, she’s persistent he’ll give her that.

“Because I am not taking a 15-year-old to a bar.”

He can’t see her, he’s in the back of his van loading up the supplies for the Corroded Coffin gig whilst she hovers around by the door. He doesn’t need to see her to be able to picture the glare he knows he’s getting from her, however.

“Almost 16.” She argues. He pops his head out of the side door of the van to throw an unamused scowl her way, “Gareth has been going with you since he was 15.”

“Gareth is part of the band.” He argues.

He doesn’t understand her persistence, it’s not like she’s never heard them play before. She’s constantly dropping by during practice, and Gareth has been teaching her how to play the drums, but she’s relentless. They’ve been having this argument on and off since he told her about the gig a week ago and today she’s been going at it since he picked her up from school more than an hour ago and she hasn’t let up, not once.

“So? I can help!”

“Child labor is generally frowned upon.”

“Eddie.”

“No.”

He thinks that’s the end of it, finally, when she doesn’t respond. Max is nowhere to be seen when he hops out of the van and slides the door shut. She must have given up and headed home to sulk, he assumes, until he opens the driver’s side door and sees her sitting there, seatbelt on, in the passenger seat smiling smugly. He pinches the bridge of his nose, he really should have seen that one coming.

“Alright. Fine.” He says, climbing into his seat and closing the door behind him, “2 rules. Number 1, you stay backstage. The entire time. No exceptions, got it?”

The gig is at a dingy little dive bar just outside of town. It’s a step up from the Hideout, where they previously played most of their gigs, they now get a crowd of maybe 10 drunks instead of 5 which Eddie counts as a win. There isn’t really much of a ‘backstage’ per se but there is a small corridor to the side of the stage with a tiny room Eddie suspects might have been a closet at one point but has since been refurbished into a makeshift dressing room. He should be able to keep an eye on her back there from the stage.

“Ok. Fine.” She agrees though she doesn’t look happy about it.

“2nd rule, do not tell Dustin about this.”

That one seems to confuse her a little, but she agrees anyway much less reluctantly than before. He really doesn’t want to have to deal with Dustin’s insufferable moaning if he finds out he’d taken Max along to a gig when he’s been begging to tag along for months and then he’d have to give in and take them both along to the next one. He is not going to be responsible for babysitting 2 teenagers at a bar they’re far too young to be at, especially not those 2 teenagers.

“Your mom is going to kill me.” He mutters as he starts the engine.

They meet the rest of the band out the back of the bar. Eddie parks his van in the usual spot and hops out to start unloading their equipment. Gareth, Jeff, and Carl are of very little help, much too busy excitedly conversing with Max who they hadn’t been expecting to tag along…

Neither had Eddie.

“Hey, Red.” He calls, interrupting their conversation, “You said you wanted to help right?”

She nods and makes her way over when he holds up one of the smaller amps from the back of the van. It’s much heavier than she’s expecting it to be and she almost drops it when he first hands it over until she adjusts to the weight of it. Eddie feels a little guilty for dumping it on her.

“You got it?” He asks, hands hovering near the amp ready to grab it if she needs him to.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Her voice is strained with the effort it takes to hold up the amp, and she shuffles off letting Gareth help her with it as they head inside and he shows her where to place it.

He does most of the heavy lifting after that, with some help from Jeff and Carl, and leaves Max to help Gareth setting up the drum kit. She’s been fascinated by the drums more than anything else ever since the first band practice she attended, much to his dismay. He’s tried countless times to convince her the guitar is clearly much cooler, but she won’t be persuaded.

Max finds him a few minutes before they’re due on stage. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, all excitement and nervous energy. He’s humming quietly in an attempt to calm his nerves. Eddie is by no means shy, he doesn’t think anyone could ever mistake him as such. He’s always been filled with confidence, maybe a little too much confidence at times, with a larger-than-life personality. But something about those final few moments before heading on stage to perform will always fill him with anxiety.

“Are you humming Metallica?” She asks, voice filled with mirth.

“Helps calm me down.” He explains. Their conversation is cut short when Jeff calls for Eddie a second later, “Alright, remember the rules. You stay right there. Do not move, ok?” He says hurriedly as he rushes to join the rest of his band.

“I know, I know!” She huffs, but her grumpiness is short-lived and quickly replaced by a wide smile, “Good luck!”

Eddie loves his job at the garage. He does. But this, being on stage and performing, this is everything.

They play mostly covers with the occasional original song thrown into the mix. He glances over to Max throughout, partially to make sure she’s ok and partially because he knows her and would not be surprised if she snuck off. She stays put and even seems to be getting into it, jumping along and banging her head to the music with a smile plastered onto her face the entire time.

The bar had been quiet, to begin with, but by the time they play the last song they’d gained quite a crowd. Max is right there when he steps off stage, talking so fast he can’t make out a word she’s saying. He’s never seen her like this, so… hyped up.

“Max.” He says, but she continues on anyway. He places his hands on her shoulders and tries again, “Max! Slow. Down.”

That snaps her back to reality and her smile gets impossibly wider as she grips his arms, “That was awesome!”

He laughs at her excitement and then the other 3 are surrounding them and he’s swept up in a mess of one-armed hugs, high fives, and more unintelligible excited chatter. Max fits right in.

Loading up the van again is the worst part. The only good part about it is the rush of the cool February air that hits them when they step outside. The air in the bar had been stale and sticky with heat and Eddie had spent the past hour jumping around the stage which hadn’t helped.

Despite his makeshift tank top (an old iron maiden t-shirt with the sleeves cut off), he was covered in a sheen of sweat, his curls damp and sticking to his forehead. Jeff, Gareth, and Carl don’t look much better off. Even Max looks like she’s suffering from it, a few stray hairs escaping from her twin braids and sticking to the side of her face and the apples of her cheeks glowing a rosy red.

“You hungry?” Eddie asks as Max helps him load up the last of their equipment.

“Starving.”

“Alright, I know a place near here.” It’s somewhat of a post-show tradition, greasy fast food is just what they all need after a performance.

Jeff and Carl don’t stay, they have to work early the next day and make their orders to go, both of them heading back to Jeff’s car after sharing their goodbyes. Gareth stays, insistent that he’ll be able to wedge himself into Eddie’s van alongside all of their equipment.

They take up a table in the corner of the room, there’s no one else around other than the staff who mostly remain behind the counter on the other side of the room, and the occasional customer who wanders in to pick up an order and then leaves just as quickly.

Eddie notices that Max squints her eyes a little while reading the menu much like how Steve does when he’s having trouble with his eyesight. It’s not the first time he’s noticed her doing it, but for now he’s been keeping it to himself. If bringing up his eyesight was a delicate topic for Steve, asking Max about her own is just asking for trouble. When it comes to Max, the best course of action more often than not is to let her reach out on her own.

Max excuses herself to use the restroom almost as soon as they’re seated with their food, leaving Eddie alone with Gareth.

“You’re just sad that loverboy couldn’t make it this week.” Gareth is saying, waving a fry around between them as he talks, right as Max returns.

“Wait.” She says, brow furrowed with confusion, and Gareth whips around to see her standing behind him. His face drops, he clearly hadn’t heard her approaching over the sound of the music playing through the speakers scattered around the room, “Steve comes to your gigs?”

Gareth's expression very quickly morphs into something much more mischievous and Eddie lowers his head to the table with a thud. Great, now there’s 2 of them.

“Oh yeah, all the time.” Gareth confirms, “Dude always sticks out like a sore thumb, he showed up in this bright yellow sweater last week. He said he liked one of our original songs and Eddie blushed about it for like 3 hours afterward.”

“Awww,” Max coos, and Eddie groans. His forehead is still plastered to the sticky table in front of him, it can’t be very hygienic, he doesn’t even want to think about the last time it was cleaned but he also can’t find it in him to care all that much at the moment, “He likes your songs!” She mocks, her tone is light and teasing, earning a laugh from Gareth.

“You’re both walking home,” Eddie announces, finally looking up long enough to throw a fry into his mouth.

“Steve wouldn’t be very happy about that.” Max quips back, trying to suppress a smile but failing miserably.

He narrows his eyes at her, twirling a fry around in his fingers as he contemplates throwing it at her.

“Yeah, Eddie, what would loverboy think of you if you make Max and your best friend walk back home in the middle of the night?”

“There’s going to be a vacancy for that best friend position very soon.” He informs Gareth, deciding to throw the fry at him instead.

“Bet you’d let Stevie fill it in a heartbeat.” Gareth continues, apparently unphased by the fry-turned projectile as he picks it out of his hair and tosses it onto the table.

“I don’t think that’s the title he’d like to give to Stevie.”

“God damn it, you two are insufferable! Why the hell did I introduce you to each other!?”

“Oh, come on, you love us.”

“Just not as much as Stevie right?” Max adds. She and Gareth are laughing so hard they can barely breathe, making Eddie regret the day they met, he should have known this would happen.

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Max falls asleep on the ride back to the trailer park after dropping Gareth off at his house. It isn’t particularly late, but apparently, the excitement had taken its toll. He shakes her awake with a hand on her shoulder once they’re outside her trailer, careful not to startle her too much and she blinks herself awake groggily.

“Wha- whasup?” she asks, looking around trying to make sense of her surroundings. He is sure that if he doesn’t get her moving in the next couple of seconds she’ll fall asleep again.

“We’re back, come on, let’s get you home.” He holds her hands and tries to pull her up to no avail. “Come on Red, you have a perfectly comfortable bed waiting for you. You really don’t want to sleep in the van, believe me, it sucks.”

“Nooo, my legs don’t work.” She whines, closing her eyes again.

“They worked just fine before.”

“But they don’t work anymore.” She mumbles, letting her body slump further in the passenger seat. “You’ll have to leave me here or carry me home.”

“Jesus, Max. Are you for real?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie parks his van beside his trailer, that way he could make a beeline to his bed after taking Max home, she’s not the only one who’s exhausted. He gets out of the van and walks to Max’s side to open the passenger door.

“Come on, Red, hop on my back.” He says turning around.

“Can’t” Max grumbles.

“What do you mean you can’t?” He asks, turning to face her.

“Can’t get up.” She complains as she tries to push herself from the seat fighting the restraint of her seatbelt.

“Of course you can’t, Red. You haven’t taken the seatbelt off.” Eddie laughs in exasperation. He reaches over and unbuckles the seatbelt, guiding it back to the pillar loop making sure the tongue won’t hit her as it retracts back to its place. “There, done, now hop on.”

Max gets on his back, her arms in a very loose grip over his shoulders, head resting on one of them, for a moment he’s scared he’s going to drop her before he hoists her up and gets a more secure hold on her legs which are dangling limply at his sides. “I swear, Red. You constantly argue with me every time I call you a kid and then you go and pull this off. You’re lucky you’re my sister.”

“Daughterofanothermister?” He wouldn’t have understood what she just said if it wasn’t for her face being right beside his ear.

“Yeah, yeah, daughter of another mister and all that. Just don’t drool on me.” He closes the door of the van with his hip before beginning to walk towards her trailer. The lights are on and he really hopes that her mom is still awake, if not he’d leave a note and she’d have to crash at his place, there’s no way he’s going to try to get the spare key while carrying a half asleep teenager on his back.

He knocks on the door twice, making sure he still has a secure grip on Max before trying the second time. Thankfully Susan is still awake and lets him in. At first, she tries to take Max from him, but he brushes off her concern, “Don’t worry about it Susan, I got her. I’ll just leave her on her bed. And make my way out.”

“Alright, if you say so. How was your mini concert?" Now that's news, he didn't know that Susan was aware of his gigs, "Did you kids have fun?"

"You knew about it?" He asks with wide eyes.

"Of course, that's all Max has been talking about, she begged me to let her go with you." So the little rascal had permission and didn't tell him!

"It went well. We stopped for some food on the way back, so she’s eaten."

"I see, well thank you for bringing her home. I’m going to bed now that you two are home safely, be a dear and lock the door for me on your way out please?.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Thanks, good night Eddie.” She closes the distance between them and presses a kiss to his right cheek and a gentle pat on the left before heading to her room.

“Good night Susan.” While not a rare occurrence by now, he’s still not used to Susan’s maternal affection being directed at him. Not that he dislikes it, it just brings back bittersweet memories.

Eddie takes Max to her bedroom. He pulls the sheets back, keeping Max balanced precariously on his back the entire time until he’s done and carefully sets her down. He has to coax her to lay down correctly with her head on her pillow instead of across her bed. He takes her sneakers off before covering her with the sheets. There’s a pair of glasses on her bedside table and he picks them up to get a closer look. They haven’t been worn in a while based on the thin sheen of dust covering the surface.

“These work a lot better when you actually wear them, you know that right?” He asks, but all he gets in return is a sleepy grumble. He’s about to leave when her hand darts out from under the covers and grabs onto his wrist.

“Hey, Eddie?”

“What’s up, Red?”

“Most metal concert ever.”

“That’s high praise there, Red. Good night.” He says with a big smile.

“Night, Eddie.”

He locks the front door with the spare key and places it back in its hiding spot. For a moment he contemplates unloading the van, but he’s too tired to be lugging around the amps. He just grabs his sweetheart and prays that the rest of the equipment will still be there in the morning.

He’s so tired. The adrenaline of the night from the performance, from doing what he loves, has long worn off, only leaving a kind of satisfied tiredness.

He takes his boots off, his belt and jeans follow next. While he knows he shouldn’t have taken Max with him tonight, he’s glad he did. He’s even more glad that she had actually asked her mom for permission. He’s happy he got to share this part of his life with her. And she was right, it was metal, her presence there really made it a great night.

Even if he now has to deal with her and Gareth teaming up against him. But that’s a problem for future Eddie to deal with.

[lottmatthews]

@stardust-walker

teacher steve harrington

[igotthejob]

this is every fanfic i read

[lavenderstobins]

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[buddiesource]

[morganbritton132]

Steve drives out to Forest Hills to help Max move into her new place. He sees a bunch of bikes laying all over the place, parks, walks into the trailer and is immediately accosted by Max’s mom’s…new boyfriend?

Meanwhile, Wayne looks up from the toaster oven he’s taken apart and sees one of Eddie’s friends. He tells the kid, “Come over here an’ give me a hand with this.”

“Yeah, yeah. Wow, there’s a lot of stuff in here,” Steve says, looking around as he goes to help. He looks at the closed bedroom door like, “Is everybody…”

“Ran to the store to get supper.”

“Cool.”

Eddie comes home with a six pack of beer and stuff to make spaghetti, and walks into his house to see his uncle and Steve “The Hair” Harrington fussing with their broken toaster and talking about football.

[princessdave]

Hopper accidentally becomes the biggest ally in Hawkins out of hatred for Mike Wheeler. El wants to date Max? Perfect, Mike is terrified of Max. El wants to date Max and Lucas? Even better, more people to keep Mike away. Will comes out to Joyce and Hop? Hopper is immediately studying up on gay culture and flagging so he can find him a Hop ApprovedTM boyfriend. He sees that nice boy Gareth cuff his jeans one time and starts inviting him to family dinner. Mike seems annoyed that Steve is spending more time with Munson? A pamphlet titled “Accepting your Bisexuality” finds its way into Steve’s jacket pocket. Hopper has never seen Mike as furious as the day Steve and Munson arrive at dinner holding hands. It’s a good day. Hopper isn’t sure how Nancy dating the Buckley girl will annoy Mike, but he’s willing to give it a shot.

[mollymurakami]

were we just kids, just starting out

[changenamelater]

Give me good at math Steve. Maybe he’s dyslexic and words never made sense and always swam away from him, but numbers? He can memorize formulas, he can recognize patterns.

I feel like it would add so much dimension to his character. I always like it in fic when they write Steve knowing a second language, or playing an instrument because I feel like the fandom has taken this idea that Steve is incompetent and ran with it. He’s incredibly clever, and sarcastic (a sign of intelligence btw), and snarky. He thinks quickly, is it well thought out? Not always, but that’s just his lack of self preservation skills. People can be smart and idiots at the same time, they can have their strengths and I wish that was portrayed more in fic and fandom.

So let him be good at math. Let him just be able to make sense of it. Show him tutoring El and assisting Lucas and Max when Mike and Dustin seem too condescending or intimidating or bitchy.

He’ll be bitchy too, but in an understanding way, because he knows what it’s like to struggle with something others find simple.

Also give us a scene where Mike or Dustin find out and flip their lids PLEASE

[feral-jackdaw]

“Hey, Red, you coming?” A voice echoed in the hall.

Max groaned in response. She was absolutely not coming, the last thing she wanted was to deal with everything and everyone at school that day. But she did not have the energy to shout out a response.

“Hey, you okay?” Eddie asked after opening the door and seeing her still in bed. “Are you sick?”

“No,” Max replied. “I just...” she started, but she didn't even know what to say. There didn't seem to be any particular reason why she felt the way she did.

“Just not feeling it today, huh?” Eddie guessed. “I get it. It's totally fine. Just give me a second, will you?” he asked before rushing out of the room.

Max then heard the trailer door open and close, meaning he went outside. Maybe he's gonna bring a bucket of water and threaten to pour it on me if I refuse to get up, she thought.

But when Eddie came back, he did not have a bucket with him. Instead, he was carrying a box of cereal and a stack of his music tapes.

“If you wanna stay in bed today, that's fine, but you gotta eat something,” he commanded, setting the cereal on her bedside table. “And, well, I thought this might cheer you up a bit,” he explained, placing the tapes next to it. “I picked your favorite ones,” he added with a grin.

Max responded with a weak smile. Suddenly, everything seemed to suck a bit less.

[kennahjune]

Having thoughts of The Party being touchy as all fuck after everything.

Like you cannot enter nor leave any kind of hang out without a hug, high-five, pat, or anything from everyone you were hanging out with.

And then, suddenly, you aren’t able to leave without a kiss or hug of some kind from Steve.

It started after the bullshit that was the Starcourt Mall. The kids were leaving Steve’s house from a DnD session maybe 2 months before the Byers left for Cali.

Dustin was taking forever to pull his shoes on and get out the house to his moms car and everyone was complaining. It was one of those rare times where Steve wasn’t the one carting them all around— they all had their own rides.

Dustin got his shoes on and Steve handed him his bag and— without thinking— pressed a kiss to the top of his hat before waving him out the door.

The rest of the kids are silent until Mike speaks up bitchily “what about us, asshole?”

Steve has no idea what they mean until El points to her head with a grin. Steve deals out head and forehead kisses for everyone and waves them off to their respective rides.

And then it just— sticks. At first it’s with just the kids whenever he sees them. He’ll usually greet them with a hug or an exasperated sigh and then say goodbye with a kiss to their foreheads.

Not even Mike complains. This is the kind of shit he never got while growing up— might as well make the best of it.

And then it migrates to Robin as well, and the Nancy is joining in on the hugs (they’re still too awkward for the kisses but the hugs are enough for now).

And Steve never holds back, not even in public. Again, no one complains.

And that’s how Hellfire finds out about the kissing arrangement (that might be the title of this if I make it an actual fic). They watch as Steve presses a forehead kiss to Mike, Lucas, and Dustin before waving them off and then presses a kiss to Max’s head and giving her a tight hug.

The guys try to make fun of the kids for it but none of them are embarrassed.

“It’s Steve, dude. He’s like a mom.”

“The kisses are actually really comforting.”

“It’s a Party thing.”

And then the fuckery of 1986 and Vecna happens and suddenly Eddie’s in on the hugs and pats and high-fives.

And then.

And then.

He’s in on the kisses.

Steve doles out the kisses like usual one night after Hellfire and gives one to everyone— including Eddie.

And Eddie panics and gives Steve one right back.

And then the kids are going feral about wanting to give Steve a kiss too.

And Eddie leaves during the chaos.

And then they don’t talk about it.

Until Steve and Eddie do it again.

And the kids accept is as the new normal; you have to give Steve a kiss back.

And then Steve and Eddie have an excuse to kiss each other on the foreheads and cheeks and noses.

One night they’re hanging out, just the two of them at the trailer after Wayne left for work.

Steve had greeted Eddie with a tight hug the moment he’d gotten in the trailer. Eddie had squeezed back just as tight if not tighter.

Steve was getting ready to leave, and on instinct leant in to kiss Eddie, but Eddie was also leaning in to kiss Steve. So they meet in the middle and accidentally kiss on the lips.

And then the new normal for Steve and Eddie is kissing on the lips goodbye.

Idk, just Steve being a very touchy feely person makes me so happy

[runraerun]

Hopper: Are any of you straight?

Will:

Robin:

Max:

Steve:

Steve: [Raises hand slowly]

Eddie: [Grabs Steve's hand, interlocks their fingers, and brings it back down]

[samgelina-jolie]

[lavenderstobins]

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