#Thinking about knowing so someone by scent like a bloodhound. Thinking of a bloodhound hallucinating

[kebbopulos]

Thinking about the line "You think I wouldn't know the smell of my rotting former first mate?". Thinking about if izzy had actually died from that bullet to the leg. Thinking about if Frenchie had shoved his body overboard, but Ed could still smell it. Thinking of Ed going mad not just with guilt, but with the realization his only support is gone. Imagining Ed just knowing that Izzy is still here, he has to be somewhere. Thinking about Ed slowly singling out each crew member because one of them must know where he is! One of them must be hiding Izzy! Thinking about izzy at the bottom of the ocean floor while Ed tears the ship apart

[thrillingdetectivetales]

Haven't been on the ol' Tumblr much recently, but thought I would drop by and let y'all know that my brain has been eaten by Stranger Things and I'm about 11 chapters into a slow burn Steve/Eddie longfic over on AO3. Deets, summary, and a little sneak peek to whet your appetites below! (Tags will be added and rating will be changing as the story progresses.)

CONTACT HIGH

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Alpha Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Internalized Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Scent Kink, Recreational Drug Use, Slow Burn

Summary: It's November 1983. Steve Harrington just presented as an alpha, and there's a strange new scent around the school that Eddie Munson can't get out of his nose.

Sneak Peek: "You're like a fucking bloodhound," Jeff insists. "What gives?"

"It's nothing," Eddie shakes his head. "Just - can't you smell that?"

Jeff is an alpha, like Eddie, which means that by all rights he ought to be able to pick up on most of the same scent tones in the air. He shoots Eddie a look and reluctantly tips his chin up, taking a few cautious sniffs before he shakes his head.

"Sorry, dude."

"Fuck," Eddie sighs, falling into step with Jeff as they head down the hall. "Well, whatever. Maybe I'm hallucinating."

"Maybe it's Harrington," Jeff offers, flashing a shit eating grin.

It's hot news that the resident King of Hawkins High presented as an alpha over the weekend, after Jonathan Byers beat the shit out of him in the alley behind the movie theater defending Nancy Wheeler's honor—or so the story goes. That Steve Harrington ended up a designated alpha is hardly surprising, but all the other tawdry little details read like the plot of a shitty teen drama, which means the milling sycophants can't get enough of it.

Eddie chokes on a sound of disgust and drives his shoulder into Jeff's hard enough that he stumbles a step to the side, laughing.

"Gross," Eddie mutters, wrinkling his nose. "If King Steve smells like anything other than burnt hair and garbage juice, I'll eat my fucking hat."

"Just saying," Jeff shrugs.

It's entirely possible that somebody else presented over the weekend. Someone not popular enough to make a fuss over, or someone who's playing their cards close to the vest. It's weird that Eddie's so attuned to their scent, but that shit happens sometimes. It doesn't necessarily mean anything.

It could, though, and Eddie thinks that might just be worth investigating.

Read it on AO3!