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steddielover · 2 years ago

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Tw contains swearing

No Shame In Running

Chapter 3

Flashback

Standing in line at the fair Steve tapped his foot, holding his wallet in one hand and a drink in the other he looked around. It had been his first time at a fair in years, not paying attention to much of his surroundings he smiled as he went on the demon tower. It was his first time going on it, sighing slightly nervous he looked to the ground. This wasn’t something he was used to. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to a fair, tugging at his black jeans and white shirt he pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket. Making his way up to the ride he waited on the step, standing awkwardly for his turn. There were too many people for Steve to back out of it and turn around now, going through with it he sat down on the contraption hoping not to plummet to his death.

“You alright? You’re looking kind of sick. No need to worry about it, it’s not too bad. Not like you’re going to fall to your death or anything.”

Hearing laughter Steve smiled somewhat, closing his eyes he tried to keep calm.

“Thanks, that’s just what I wanted and needed to hear. I’m Steve.”

Not wanting to intrude he opened his eyes once more, turning to look towards the voice he’d heard. Steve couldn’t help but like what he saw, long hair and a leather jacket with a hellfire club shirt on and black jeans with a chain belt. He couldn’t tell too much though of what he saw because it was allot to take in.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Extending his hand Steve nodded, he wasn’t sure what it was about this mysterious guy. The wait of the ride lifting into the air and dropping felt like an eternity, he wasn’t even sure if it was going yet. Feeling different with Eddie, it had just been the one encounter so far. But he made him feel some kind of way.

Feeling the wind on his face Steve looked out over the high rise of the ride. He felt safe with Eddie.

“I’ve never really done this before, I mean sure I’ve come to the fair. But it’s been years.”

Not realizing what had happened Steve felt another hand in his, he didn’t know when or who had grabbed onto the others hand. Blushing somewhat at their hands he tried to play it cool.

“It’s not every day I get to meet new people, so I understand. You’re safe with me though Steve, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Feeling some kind of relief Steve wanted to spend more time with Eddie, he wanted to get to know him better.

“What’re you doing for the rest of the day? I mean maybe we can get to know each other a bit. Or I mean maybe some other day, whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

Shrugging somewhat Steve knew this wasn’t going how he’d planned it to go. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous around Eddie or why he was feeling butterflies in his stomach. He just wanted to make the best of their time together, not sure if Eddie was open to hanging out or not. His thoughts ran rampant in his mind.

“How about Friday, just the two of us. Maybe have a picnic and go to the movies? My treat.”

Thinking a moment Steve wondered why Eddie was the one offering to treat them when he was the one who’d asked. He wasn’t too worried about it though, Steve was just trying to make his way in life. He was trying to find his way in life, there was so much he needed to learn about himself.

“Um, yeah. Sure, thanks. Funny how I’m the one who asked you out, yet here you are wanting to treat us.”

He knew he needed to find a job and fast, he was already looking. Keeping it on the down low Steve wondered what was going through Eddie’s mind, He didn’t anyone hearing them talking about going on a date. He could only imagine what they’d think of him, Steve didn’t want to be looked down upon. He was just happy knowing he got to spend some time with Eddie.

“It’s not a big deal at all. I don’t mind, we could start out by hanging out here. I mean that is if you want to.”

Not knowing the right thing to say Steve just nodded. He was content knowing they were together for the moment, looking around he tried to find something that piqued his interest, Steve couldn’t think of much to do. Wondering what would happen he hoped it would be fun for the both of them.

Shit Steve, get it together. You’re making a fool out of yourself in front of Eddie. Keep cool and collected, just have fun. Don’t let your nerves get in the way of things.

“Of course, is there anything you wanted to do in particular? I mean there’s allot of rides or food, it’s up to you.”

Finding the zero gravity ride Steve waited in line, it was one of his favorites. Not really knowing what to talk about with Eddie he wondered what it was, nothing was the same. Steve was growing up and people came and went in life, hoping Eddie wasn’t one of the people who left he couldn’t help getting the thought out of his mind.

“You sure do like the thrill, thanks again for everything. It’s been nice not having to be alone for the day, I’ve actually got someone to look forward to seeing.”

Standing against Steve’s car he didn’t want to say goodbye to Eddie, he’d had allot of fun. The most fun he’d had in a while, he didn’t want the night to end. They still had allot to get to know about eachother, but he wasn’t complaining. They still had time.

“I look forward to seeing you again soon. I don’t want tonight to end.”

Looking Eddie in the eye, Steve stood on his tippy toes. Tucked away from prying eyes he leaned in and kissed him.

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Steve finished getting ready for his first official date with Eddie. Looking at the huge tiger he’d gotten from the fair he hoped he wasn’t overthinking too much. Fixing up his hair he made his way to the car, wearing a Joan Jett shirt with a jacket to keep warm he hoped there wasn’t anything to worry about.

This is going to be fun, we’ve already had a date once before. There wasn’t much to it and we made it through the night, had our first kiss. It’s just a picnic and the movies. We’ve got this. Nothing or no one can ruin our night together.

Pulling out of the driveway Steve made his way to lovers lake. Making sure he kept his eyes on the road he listened to some music, it wasn’t every day that he had a date. Let alone with someone he had only just met, Steve felt as if it was fate though that brought them together. He wasn’t used to this. Rolling down the window he tried to keep his nerves at bay, Steve wasn’t usually this nervous when it came to dates and people.

Finding a parking spot Steve turned off the car and closed the door behind him. Walking in the direction of the picnic blanket Steve smiled as he saw Eddie getting everything ready for them.

“Hey you, you made it.”

Waving to Eddie, Steve sauntered over to him. Feeling good that they were just two friends having a picnic together, at least he hoped it looked like that to the public eye.

“Of course I did, I wouldn’t miss it for a minute. I’ve been looking forward to this since the fair Steve, why wouldn’t I come? I’m not the kind of person to stand someone up, I mean unless there was a problem.”

Steve looked down at Eddie on the ground, sitting down as well he took everything in around them. Listening to Eddie speak calmed Steve’s anxiety, he looked forward to this date they’d planned. Well more like Eddie had planned, it was a bit of a surprise for Steve.

“What movie were we going to see? You haven’t told me that yet. Unless that’s a surprise too.”

Not knowing what all Eddie had planned up his sleeve he didn’t mind. Steve wasn’t used to being this spontaneous anymore, just getting to spend time with Eddie was what he wanted and needed. Everything had changed the day Eddie set foot in Steve’s life, he hadn’t been this happy since he’d been with Nancy.

“Do you really want to know Steve? I figured I at least keep that much a surprise, but if you must know, I was thinking top gun. I hope you like tuna fish sandwhiches, because that’s what we’ve got today. I wasn’t sure what you’d want.”

Looking at the sky above, Steve listened. Taking bites of his sandwhich and talking with Eddie, he was happy knowing they got the time together. He only wanted Eddie happy, Steve looked forward to spending time with him and getting to know him.

“That sounds great, anything to make you happy.”

Steve slipped his hand closer to Eddie’s, hoping he wasn’t reading too much into it. There was something there between them, the electricity and connection they had was something Steve hadn’t felt in years.

“What’re you thinking Steve? You’re hard to read.”

Looking to Eddie, Steve leaned in closer to him. Not knowing how to tell him, the heat rose, there was so much to this complexity of a man.

“You, I don’t know. I’ve not felt this way in years, first love. But it’s different with you.”

Whispering in Eddie’s ear Steve felt a shiver emanate from the both of them. Knowing this may look weird to passerby’s he didn’t mind, it wasn’t anything to him. After eating and walking around the lake a bit they made their way to the movies.

Leaving together in Eddie’s car Steve couldn’t help but feel some kind of way. Not knowing how long they’d have together for the night he wasn’t too worried, Steve wanted to make the best of their time and wanted to have fun. He didn’t want to have to think too much, sometimes it was harder not to think.

“Two tickets for top gun please. You go find our seat, I’ll be right in.”

Steve didn’t want to leave Eddie’s side, not at that moment. Standing there for a moment he read Eddie’s look as a command, making his way into the theater he picked the row closest to the top. Not realizing who was there he sat down and waited, he hadn’t seen Billy or Tommy behind him.

Steve hadn’t told Eddie about them, he didn’t want him to know that king Steve was the one being bullied now. The tides had changed, Steve had his moments and could still be a dick, but he was trying to change. Eddie didn’t know about that side of Steve, he hoped he wouldn’t ever find out about it.

“Got some popcorn and candy, wasn’t sure what you’d want. But I hope you like twizzlers and cookie dough bites, I also got us a cherry coke. Hope you don’t mind.”

Looking to Eddie as Steve turned his head from the trailers he smiled. This wasn’t something he got to do too often, he did have some money and would do anything he could to get more. He wasn’t sure if Eddie was as well off as he was or not but he didn’t want to always have Eddie pay for everything.

“Thank you, you’re the best. Thank you for making it better, for being that light in the darkness. I know, it’s cheesy. But it does mean allot to me.”

Feeling little kernels of popcorn and candy being thrown at the back of his head Steve turned around in his seat. Listening to the loud talk of Billy and Tommy just pissed him off. Knowing this would end up being trouble Steve wanted to leave and get away from them. He wasn’t looking forward to this.

“I didn’t know Stevie boy was into other guys. Fucking queer if you ask me, but it’s whatever. Glad we’re not friends anymore, never did like you much anyways.”

Trying to hear the trailers and listen to Eddie Steve couldn’t, something bubbles inside of him. He knew it wasn’t worth it trying to fight with Tommy and Billy, he’d only ever won once. They could take him down easily if they really wanted to.

“Steve, don’t listen to them. It’s fine, you don’t need to let them get to you. Just stay calm. I’m right here.”

Feeling a squeeze in his hand Steve knew Eddie was trying to tether him down to earth. Sometimes it was too much for him, even then. But he was happy knowing he did have some sort of light at the end of the tunnel.

“Fuck you guys, leave us the hell alone. Can’t you see I’m just minding my own damn business.”

Kissing Eddie on the cheek Steve tried to keep his attention on the screen, this wasn’t going as planned. His day had gone from great to bad, he knew he shouldn’t let it get to him. But it was easier said than done.

“You never had friends anyways Harrington. People just pretended to be your friend, they never liked you. King Steve, always getting what he wants. Well those days are over, what’re you doing with a freak like him anyways, I thought you were better off with Nancy. The slut with a heart of gold.”

Flushing at the words he was hearing Steve buried his head in Eddie’s shoulder. He didn’t know what to do anymore, he hated this for them. Not wanting to make a scene he was thankful knowing there were witnesses there, in case anything did happen.

“You’ve got no right bringing any of this up, you’re trying to ruin my night. I’m not going to stand for this.”

Clenching his hands together Steve wanted to just get out of there. He didn’t want to fight, he just wanted to leave. He wasn’t having fun knowing they were there.

“What’re you going to do about it? You can’t do shit. I wouldn’t want to be seen with either of you guys.”

I’m sorry it’s taken me a few days to get this chapter out. I’ve been trying, hope you guys enjoy. I’m really proud of where this is going and how it’s turning out. Comments/questions and suggestions are welcome. Anything to help me make it better :)

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miwiheroes · 9 months ago

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*CLAPS* THANKYOU!

I think the sooner people learn that we don’t really know how s5 is gonna go down, and that byler can happen in a hundred different ways so it doesn’t really matter if certain theories are debunked the better

#THIS IS WHAT IM SAYINGGGGGGGGGG #please guys the season will probably not go how we think it will #like we can guess certain general arcs and possible main plot points #but it’s like how s4 was very different to people’s expectations #and this isn’t just about ships btw #but yeaaa #theories are fun but don’t stress if they end up not being true #byler #also in a show with vecna visions and alternate universes many things we hear about from filming can be very different in context #byler endgame

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uramakimochi · 4 months ago

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Venting again but this time i'm not pissed about anything i swear✋ please just hear me out!! (and read to the end before sending me hate comments🫶)

Listen, i love all types of fanfictions okay and you are all amazing writers, you really are, but sometimes i would just prefer to see more CANON fanfictions than those set in other alternative universes you know?

Because in the end, what is the main purpose of fanfictions, especially those with reader inserts?? To being able to imagine ourselves as real characters from the book/series/movie/anime that we love most!!!

Like, modern!au is cute and all but we all live that everyday already!

If i want to read a GOT/HOTD fic it's because i want to ride a dragon with Jace or Daemon. I want to be lady Stark and i want to be Aemond or Aegon's queen and i want to fight in a battle with Jaime Lannister or Jon Snow.

If i want to read a STRANGER THINGS fic it's because i want to play D&D with Eddie and the Hellfire Club, i want to be Will and Jonathan's sibling, i want Steve to rescue me from Vecna's curse by playing my favorite song on my walkman and i want to go in the Upside Down with the gang to kill Vecna.

If i want to read a STAR WARS fic it's because i want to train with Luke to be a Jedi, i want to be Anakin or Obi-Wan's secret lover and i want to be a bounty hunter with Din Djarin and take care or baby Grogu.

If i want to read a HARRY POTTER fic it's because i want to live in Hogwarts and i want to have breakfast in the Great Hall with Ron, brew and smell amortentia with one of the Marauders, i want to take a walk to the Black Lake with Neville, play a Quidditch match with the Weasley Twins and fight in the Battle of Hogwarts with Harry and all of our friends and defeat Voldemort.

If i want to read a ONE PIECE fic it's because i want to be a pirate and i want to be a member of the Straw Hat's crew, i want to fight in the Battle of Marineford to save Ace and i want to be part of the Revolutionary Army.

If i want to read an AOT fic it's because i want to be part of the Scout Regiment and swing between the trees to fight against the titans, i want to take a walk on the shore with Armin, i want to be Jean's girlfriend and steal some food with Sasha and Connie and i want to risk my life in battle against the Founder Titan to save Levi's.

If i want to read a VIKINGS/TLK fic it's because i want to be a shieldmaiden like Lagertha and swing my axe in a battle to fight for Ragnar or Uhtred and get myself covered in the enemy's blood, i want to be the king's daughter that has a secret relationship with a Dane or be a sweet and innocent Saxon that likes to quietly pray with Osferth the baby monk.

If i want to read a MARVEL fic it's because i want to be an Avenger and i want to risk my life fighting against Thanos to save the world, i want to live in Asgard with Loki and Thor and i want to be a Guardian of the Galaxy and be Rocket's best friend.

If i want to read a LOTR fic it's because i want to fight in Mordor against Sauron's army alongside Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli and sacrifice my life for them.

Ecc ecc...

Do you get what i mean??? Like, yes i like to read smut and fluff, but i want the drama! I want the adrenaline! I read fanfictions because i want to escape this modern world and live my adventures in another one that i know i will never part of! I want to be RIGHT THERE with them!!!

And before you come at me saying things like "If you are that desperate, why don't you write them then?" or "Don't tell me what to do, i write what i want" and bla bla bla...

I'm trying. I'm not saying my fanfictions are perfect but i try as much as possible to write more canon stories (but sometimes i lack inspiration) to entertain readers and make them experience new feelings, because i enjoy it.

But i don't want to be the only one doing it for others. I want to READ a good long story too. I want to FEEL those feelings too, you know?

I'm NOT saying that there's a complete absence of canon stories on here and of course i'm NOT forcing anyone to write what i want to read.

I'm just expressing my opinion on the lack of them, because people only write au and mostly smut these days, in my opinion.

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fkinkindagauche · 5 days ago

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Some Unrighteous Intention

Also on AO3.

A/N: I needed to write something fun and silly because I was getting a little stuck with the long fic I'm working on. @dame-zoom-a-lot came through with a delightful prompt for the "Fruit" square on my @steddiebingo card - "5 times when Eddie gets distracted by Steve's mouth around fruit (or vice versa) and 1 time when Steve finally forces Eddie to do something about it". If you're looking for something else to read that's fun and tongue-in-cheek, try Zooms' fic May He Reign.

The title is from "Nature Boy" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5,679 Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: 5+1 Things, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Post-Season/Series 04, Gay Disaster Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Getting Together, First Kiss, Heavily Sexualized Fruit, but no fruit actually involved in the sex

Summary:

Eddie regretted every choice he’d made that had brought him to this point. He wasn’t a man prone to regret. Not even the prolonged hospitalization and recurrent nightmares following Vecna had been enough to make him regret meeting and becoming enmeshed with the Party. But this. This was too far. He regretted it now. Because Steve Harrington was eating a strawberry. A wanton, juicy strawberry. His nimble fingers gripped the leaves and held the plump, red fruit against his parted lips. Lips stained red with the juice of the lucky fruits before this one. Lips Eddie had never particularly noticed before this very moment. Lips he now needed to feel against his own. Lips he knew he’d never be able to feel against his own. ================= OR, Steve terrorizes Eddie all summer by eating very sexy fruit very sexily.

Because Steve Harrington was eating a strawberry.

A wanton, juicy strawberry. His nimble fingers gripped the leaves and held the plump, red fruit against his parted lips. Lips stained red with the juice of the lucky fruits before this one. Lips Eddie had never particularly noticed before this very moment. Lips he now needed to feel against his own. Lips he knew he’d never be able to feel against his own.

Steve made an obscene slurping noise as he attempted to keep some rogue juice in his mouth. He failed, and it escaped, trickling down the perfect line of his throat.

A strangled wheezing noise emerged from Eddie’s throat.

“Dude, are you okay?” Steve asked, speaking around a mouthful of strawberry.

Eddie nodded, unable to form words.

Steve swallowed the bite and threw the stem to the side. “Is there something on my face? You’re staring.”

Eddie stood up suddenly from the ground and fled.

“Where are you going?” Robin grumbled as he nearly tripped over her foot.

“Gotta piss!” he managed to spit out through his extreme mortification.

“Robin, is there something on my face?” he heard Steve demand as he hurried away.

Eddie didn’t hear Robin’s response. He hurried off into the woods and leaned against a tree, attempting to calm down a very unruly portion of his anatomy. One that had, in fact, never reacted to Steve Harrington before.

He should never have come on this picnic. He hated the sun and the outdoors. Why had he let Robin talk him into it? This was a disaster. A catastrophe of epic proportions. He had a boner for Steve Harrington because of strawberries.

Steve probably didn’t even swing that way. (Well, Eddie’d had his suspicions during the Hargrove days, there had been some serious homoerotic tension there, but Steve had only ever dated women.) But even if he did, he was Steve! Muscular jock golden retriever boy! He wasn’t for the likes of Eddie Munson, freak of nature, deranged pitbull mutt boy.

Eddie took a few deep, cleansing breaths. He thought about his Aunt Muriel. That took his boner right out.

When he returned to the group, the strawberries were finished, and he could look at Steve again without carnal thoughts. Just a strange blip. Maybe he was attracted to the strawberries. He could handle that.

Eddie tried to forget about it, he really did. But he couldn’t look at Steve the same after that day. Every time Steve talked, Eddie’s eyes drifted to his lips and remembered the strawberry. He routinely got so distracted that he had to ask Steve to repeat himself. Steve was starting to get annoyed.

He noticed other things about Steve, too. The way he laughed when Robin or Eddie said something really funny, throwing back his head and cackling. The way he let Henderson and the other brats walk all over him, and always looked out for them, no matter how much he complained. The way he filled out his jeans so nicely, front and back.

Eddie couldn’t keep denying it – he had a crush on Steve Harrington.

The others had definitely noticed that something was up. He caught Robin squinting at him like she was trying to solve a puzzle. Nancy had smirked at him when she caught him staring at Steve at their last game night. Even Steve was giving him questioning looks.

“What are those?” Eddie demanded, pointing at a bowl full of what looked like large orange grapes. He was at Steve’s house, raiding his well-stocked kitchen before he picked up the kids for a D&D session.

Steve glanced over from where he was cooking something that smelled delicious (the man was a fucking cook, how was Eddie supposed to resist this?). “Oh. Those are kumquats.”

Eddie spat out the mouthful of Mountain Dew he’d just gulped down. “Excuse me?” Surely he hadn’t heard that right. Who would name a fruit so obscenely?

Steve gave him a weird look. “They’re little citrus fruits. You can just pop the whole thing in your mouth. Like this, see.” He grabbed one of them and shoved it into his mouth. His beautiful, pink mouth. With its moist lips. Just stuffing them full of jizz fruits.

“What?” Steve asked, mouth full of quats of the cum. His forehead was wrinkled in an unfairly adorable squint.

“That is a ridiculous name for a fruit,” Eddie managed to stammer.

“Oooh, I get it.” Steve’s face cleared. “Because of cum. Like, semen.”

“Yeah, Steve. Because of that.”

“I don’t think it’s named after that, though. They don’t taste anything like jizz. Here.” He pushed one into Eddie’s mouth, which had been stunned into opening by the idea that Steve Harrington knew what jizz tasted like.

Eddie chewed automatically. The taste was sweet at first, followed by a tartness once he bit through the skin. It was nice. And, yes, nothing like jizz.

“Like it?” Steve asked with a quizzical look. His thumb still rested on the edge of Eddie’s lips. Eddie wanted to bite it. He wanted to suck it into his mouth and taste the kumquat juices and Steve’s skin.

He stepped back instead, breaking the contact. “I need to be gone,” Eddie said with a slightly hysterical lilt to his voice.

“Dude, your bag!” Steve called after him. Eddie didn’t care. He ran.

“Jeff. I am telling you this in the strictest confidence. You must take it to your grave. No one can ever know.”

Eddie lay on his bed with an arm thrown melodramatically across his face as Jeff idly plucked at his guitar.

“Alright,” Jeff replied. He didn’t even sound interested. Rude. Although Eddie was pretty sure he’d used those exact words on Jeff at least ten times before, often about pretty trivial things, so he couldn’t totally be blamed for his lack of interest.

“I think I have a crush on Steve Harrington,” Eddie admitted with a moan.

“Oh. Well, yeah.”

Eddie moved his arm and sat up to glare at Jeff. “What do you mean, ‘well, yeah’? That’s all you have to say about this earth-shattering admission?”

“Eddie, it’s kind of obvious. You stare at him with heart eyes every time he comes to watch us practice. Even Gareth figured it out.”

Eddie threw a pillow at him. “You knew?” His outrage immediately turned to horror. “Do you think Steve knows?” Eddie collapsed onto the bed, arm back across his face. “Oh my god, what if Steve knows?”

Jeff patted him consolingly on the knee. “He probably doesn’t.” That wasn’t very convincing.

“Why is this happening to me?” Eddie groaned. “I think I’m just gonna have to avoid him forever.”

“That’s going to be a little difficult. Considering we’re all going to Henderson’s birthday cookout at his pool in half an hour.”

“I’m not going,” Eddie announced.

“You have to. Dustin will be devastated if you don’t go. You wanna make that kid cry? You feel like explaining that to Mrs. Henderson?”

Eddie shuddered. The only thing scarier than seeing Steve Harrington right now was the thought of triggering Claudia Henderson’s protective maternal instincts.

“Okay, fine.” Eddie pushed himself up off the bed with a groan. “I can do this. I can be normal. As long as he doesn’t pull out any more cum nuggets.��

“Excuse me, what?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

The party was in full swing by the time Jeff and Eddie arrived. He scanned the raucous group in the pool, definitely not looking for Steve. He found Steve at the grill, cooking burgers without a shirt on. All that beautiful chest hair. All those delightful moles. On full display. It was upsetting.

Eddie collapsed in a chair next to Robin with a disgruntled huff.

“What’s got your goat today, Munson?” Robin asked.

Eddie sighed dejectedly. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” Robin didn’t sound convinced.

Eddie did his best to ignore Steve’s manly physique and enjoy himself. It worked, sort of. At first. But then Steve made it incredibly difficult when he came to join the vigorous rough-housing going on in the pool. He kept touching Eddie. Like he had no idea what he was doing to him. He tickled him, he put him in a headlock, he grabbed him around the waist and dunked him underwater. Eddie had to put off getting out of the pool to pee for nearly fifteen minutes to avoid showing everyone the raging boner in his wet swim trunks.

Just when he thought things surely could not get any worse, the watermelon came out. Nancy had sliced a watermelon into wedges, and Steve dove right the fuck in. Eddie sat across the table from him and watched as Steve opened his mouth inhumanly wide to take a gigantic bite. Juice spilled out of his mouth and over his cheeks, running down his chin. He looked up and locked eyes with Eddie as he licked his lips, then took another bite. He held Eddie’s gaze as he spat the seeds out into a strategically placed bowl. One after another. His lips forming a perfect pucker with each spit.

Eddie wanted to lick the sticky juice off his face and neck and chest. He wanted Steve to spit at him. He’d never had a spit kink before. Where was this coming from?

Eddie stood up from the table abruptly, upending his chair, and ran into the house.

He locked himself into the bathroom and immediately plunged a hand into his swim trunks to wrap around his aching cock. He felt guilty for beating off in his friend’s bathroom, for beating off to thoughts of that same friend. But he’d been hard for the entire afternoon. He needed some relief or he was truly going to expire.

He used the precum leaking from his tip to smooth the glide as he stroked himself. He thought of Steve’s lips, covered in watermelon, covered in strawberry juice. He thought of the shape of them as he spit. As he bit down on a kumquat. He came with a groan, inhumanly fast, as he remembered that Steve knew what jizz tasted like.

Just as he finished washing his hands, a knock sounded at the door.

“Eddie, you alright?” Steve asked through the door.

Oh, this was too much. Surely Eddie could not be expected to just go out there and act normal around Steve right now.

“No, not alright at all. I’m having explosive diarrhea and vomiting and also bleeding out my ears, you should probably stay away.”

“Um. Shouldn’t you go to the hospital or something, if all that’s going on?”

“No. It’ll pass if you leave me alone. Go away.”

“Alright.” Steve sounded like he was holding back a laugh. The blackguard. A laugh, at Eddie’s made-up intense illness.

But thankfully he left Eddie alone, to slink out of the house in embarrassed confusion, leaving behind a very pissed off Jeff without a ride home.

The summer wore on, and Eddie’s crush unfortunately didn’t let up. He kept telling himself he was going to avoid Steve, but he never held himself to it. He spent a lot of time at Family Video bothering Steve and Robin during their shifts, enjoying the air conditioning.

That’s where he was one night in late July when Claudia Henderson dropped off a whole bag of fresh-picked peaches. Eddie stared in horror as Steve made a pleased noise and reached into the bag.

“I love peaches!” Steve crooned. “You like them, Eddie?” Steve held a peach out to Eddie, who took it on instinct. The fuzz felt soft against his hand. He squeezed lightly, enjoying the slight give indicating ripeness.

Eddie looked up into Steve’s glorious, shining face. Robin was somewhere deep among the aisles sorting tapes, so Eddie was alone with Steve. And peaches. Arguably the sexiest fruit. He was in deep shit. Eddie didn’t know if he was going to survive this. It might be what finally did him in.

Steve grinned at Eddie. If Eddie didn’t know any better, he would say Steve looked downright devious. But no. Steve was just pleased to have some peaches.

Steve raised a peach to his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and licked delicately at the fuzz. (Who licked the outside of a peach?) The depression in the side of the peach was facing Eddie.

Suddenly, all Eddie could think of were butts. Well, one butt in particular. A singular butt. Steve’s butt. How much he’d like to grab handfuls of that butt and squeeze, just like he squeezed the peach. He would lick the fuzz on Steve’s butt. Bite into those ripe globes.

Eddie was well aware that he was already breathing heavily. Steve opened his mouth, looking at Eddie the whole time, and bit into the peach. His eyes fluttered shut as the juices flooded his mouth, some trickling out the sides and down his chin. He made an obscene noise that could only be described as a moan. He opened his eyes again and stared at Eddie as his tongue darted out to lick the juice off his chin. Then he closed his mouth around the flesh of the peach again and sucked.

Eddie’s breath came rushing out with a sound like a deflating balloon. Steve ignored the noise. He took several more bites of his peach, just as wantonly as the first. There was juice all over his face, running down his chin onto his neck, pooling in the divot between his collar bones. Eddie twitched, using every muscle in his body to avoid throwing himself forward and licking up that pool.

Steve finished the peach in several more large bites. Eddie watched the whole thing, unable or unwilling to look away. Steve stuck the pit in his mouth and sucked on it hard.

“What the fuck is going on right now?” Robin asked from directly behind Eddie.

Eddie startled, letting out a little scream and falling off of the stool he’d been sitting on.

“Just eating a peach,” Steve said, all innocence. “Eddie, you didn’t even try yours.”

Eddie lay prostrate on the ground. He thought maybe he would never get up. Maybe he’d just die here, all the blood sucked from his brain by the raging hard-on he’d gotten from watching his friend eat a peach.

Robin poked him with her shoe. “Are you alright, Eddie?”

“No,” Eddie breathed. Robin stared at him. Steve poked his head over the side of the counter, face still covered in peach juice. Eddie closed his eyes against the sight. “I think I’m allergic to peaches,” he continued, pushing himself up off the floor. “I need to leave. Just the smell is making my airways close up.”

“You ate peaches last week.”

“Delayed hypersensitivity reaction. Gotta go. Bye.” He hustled for the door.

“Steve, that was disgusting. You’re ridiculous,” he heard Robin say as he let the door closed behind him.

August was fucking hot. The hottest on record. Though he’d vowed to avoid Steve at all costs after the peach incident, that had only lasted until the temperatures veered into the 90’s. After that, Eddie spent most of his free time at the Harrington house, availing himself of the air conditioning and pool.

It was too hot to even lay in the pool today. Even the air conditioning was barely cutting it. They lay on the floor in front of a fan in only their boxers. He had been too weak with heatstroke to even protest the disrobing, though not too weak to appreciate Steve’s chest hair. He flipped idly through a copy of Rolling Stone, trying to keep his eyes off of Steve’s tits, while Steve threw a baseball into the air over and over. Thwack. Thwack.

Eddie shifted uncomfortably. “Do you have any, like, ice cream or anything? Popsicles? Something cold?”

Steve hummed to himself. “I don’t think so.”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Steve sat upright, stilling the baseball. “Wait! I have something.”

He stood and walked much too fast to the kitchen. It made Eddie sweat just to watch him move.

Eddie’s stomach dropped in sheer terror as he saw what Steve held in his hands as he returned – a banana. No. Not that. Anything but the banana. Eddie could survive all the other fruits, but not the banana.

Steve had a wicked grin on his face. Like he knew. He couldn’t know. Right? Absolutely not.

“They’re a bitch to peel when they’re frozen, but it’s basically like a popsicle.”

Eddie watched as Steve’s deft fingers grasped the base of the banana. He slid his hand up and down.

“Feels kind of nice,” Steve said. “Cold.” He twisted his hand in an absolutely obscene motion and hummed to himself. Eddie dropped the magazine down to his lap, hiding a situation that was becoming more embarrassing by the second.

Steve poked at the tip of the banana until it started to peel. He drew the ice-hardened peel away from the fruit, leaving a solid pale yellow rod directly in front of his mouth. He looked Eddie dead in the eye as he opened his lips and slowly slid the banana in.

He hollowed out his cheeks, sucking on it in a way Eddie had never seen someone do to a banana. He moved it in and out, bobbing his head on the banana.

“It’s cold,” he mumbled around the shaft – no, the banana! Bananas didn’t have shafts. “Feels good on my lips.” He pulled the banana all the way out and licked gently at the tip. “You ever sucked on a frozen banana?” he asked. Okay, Eddie was almost positive now that Steve wasn’t still talking about bananas. Eddie must have passed out from heatstroke. That was the only logical conclusion.

“Eddie?” Steve prompted. “You like bananas, right?”

Again, there was a whole fucking undercurrent to that question.

“Bananas are… good,” Eddie whispered.

Steve’s grin lit up the whole room. “Good. Glad we agree about bananas.” He sat on the floor beside Eddie and slid the banana back in his mouth. Eddie didn’t know where to look – at the sweat beading gloriously on Steve’s perfect hairy pecs, at his lips sealed around the frozen banana, at his intense brown eyes boring holes straight into Eddie’s soul.

Steve pulled the banana out of his mouth, a string of spit connecting it to his lips for a few moments before it broke. He held out the banana to Eddie.

“You wanna try?” he whispered. He was so close Eddie could feel the gust of his breath with each word.

The door banged open. Eddie screamed and scrambled away from Steve.

“Dingus!” Robin yelled from the foyer.

Eddie took the cowardly out. He stood up and ran to the door, leaving his shirt and pants in Steve’s living room. He paused only to slip on his flip-flops and grab his keys.

“Munson, what the hell!” Robin yelled as he shoved his way past her.

As he started up his van, he heard Robin scream, “A banana, Steve?! Jesus Christ.”

Eddie avoided Steve for a few weeks after the banana. He was a little disappointed that Steve let himself be avoided, but he tried not to dwell on it.

The heat finally broke in the last week of August. Eddie tentatively started hanging out with Steve again. No fruits were bandied about.

Eddie should have been relieved. He wasn’t sure his heart could handle another fruit-related incident with Steve. It might just burst like an overwrought rabbit’s heart. But he thought Steve had been trying to tell him something with that banana. Maybe? As the weeks ticked by with no more hints, he decided he was probably just reading too much into it.

So when the offer to go apple picking with the whole group came in early September, he didn’t automatically excuse himself like he would have in the days following the banana incident. Apples weren’t even sexy. They were a thoroughly unsexy fruit. And they’d be outside, with loads of other people around. It would be fine.

It wasn’t fine.

Every time Steve reached for an apple, his adorable sweater rode up, revealing a patch of tummy with a glorious little happy trail disappearing beneath his jeans. Jeans that were tight enough to remind Eddie, once again, that Steve was very well-endowed.

And Steve kept picking the highest apples in the trees. Like he was doing it on purpose. After grabbing a particularly juicy-looking specimen from on high, Steve brought it to his mouth and bit into it. Eddie realized he’d been dead wrong. Apples were sexy, when they were in the hands of Steve.

Steve sucked at the apple where he’d bit as juice spilled out. The way he pursed his lips was obscene. He licked the skin around his bite, cleaning up the errant juice, then licked his lips. Eddie wondered, if he covered himself in apple juice, would Steve lick him like that?

To preserve his poor rabbit-like heart, Eddie fled to another row of trees.

He successfully avoided Steve and his tummy and his apple-licking for the rest of the picking excursion. He was ready to jump into his van and flee after Nancy dropped them all off at Steve’s, but Steve pinned him with a pleading stare and asked, “Eddie, will you help me bring all the apples in?”

It was like being asked to play fetch by an adorable golden retriever. Eddie couldn’t say no. He wasn’t heartless. (Though he might be, soon, if Steve made his heart explode.)

“Alright,” Eddie said, his voice cracking. He grabbed one of the bags and walked straight to Steve’s kitchen, setting it down.

“There you go!” Eddie said. “See ya later.” He turned to leave. Steve stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“I’m making pies. I could really use some help peeling and coring.” There was that pleading look again. Eddie was hopeless. He was lost. He was done for.

“Okay.”

He sat at the table like a man sitting down to his last meal before the electric chair. Steve handed him a paring knife. Eddie set to work peeling apples, doing his best to pretend Steve wasn’t even there – an almost impossible task, given Steve’s constant fidgeting. He wasn’t usually a fidgeter, that was more Eddie’s deal, but today he was wiggling in his chair like he had an itchy hemorrhoid.

“Dude, are you okay?” Eddie asked after Steve accidentally elbowed him in the arm for the fourth time. This time, Eddie had narrowly avoided gouging himself in the opposite hand with his knife.

“What? Yeah. ‘m fine.”

Eddie shifted his chair to move a few feet away from Steve. “Alright. Just gonna get out of the elbow zone then.”

Steve looked up from his apple and pouted. There was no other word for what happened to his face. It was a full-on pout. His lips turned down in a frown and his lower lip wobbled as his eyes got comically large and sad.

Guilt flooded Eddie’s system. “I can’t stay there! You’re going to make me knife myself!”

Steve schooled his features into a look of determination, picked up a slice of apple, and slowly and deliberately brought it to his mouth. He opened his lips wide, giving Eddie a thorough view of the soft pink inside of his mouth. He licked the apple slice, running his tongue along one surface, then along the opposite side. He closed his lips around it then slid it inside. All while maintaining direct eye contact with Eddie.

This was it. This was the moment Eddie was going to die. Slumped on the floor of the Harrington kitchen with a burst heart and a hard dick.

“I- I should go,” Eddie stammered, wanting to put off his inevitable demise just a little longer.

“No.”

The word was a command. Eddie froze halfway through pushing himself up out of his chair.

“Are you just not into me?” Steve demanded. “I know you’re gay, and I got the impression you maybe had a crush on me, so I thought I had a chance. But now I’m not so sure.”

Eddie thought he may have had a stroke. The words coming out of Steve’s mouth were English, and they theoretically made sense together, but Eddie couldn’t parse them.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention all summer,” Steve continued. “I’ve been so obvious that even Dustin caught on. I gave up after the banana thing because Robin told me I was being ridiculous and scaring you away. But I don’t know how else to do it.”

“What?” Eddie croaked.

Steve tilted his head to the side. He popped another apple slice into his mouth and chewed. Eddie watched the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, and thought more devious thoughts. “Wait, have you really not noticed?” Steve asked. “That I’ve been coming onto you this whole time?”

“You’ve been what?” Eddie replayed the various fruit-related incidents in his mind. He’d thought Steve was just like that – unknowingly sultry and flirtatious, an unaware wet dream of a man.

“Ever since I saw the way you looked at me with the strawberries. And, okay, I can understand how you might not have seen through the kumquats or the watermelon. But the peach? The banana? Come on, Eddie.”

“You were… hitting on me?” Eddie felt he needed to clarify. This needed to be explicitly stated for him.

“Think of it more as a temptation. But, yeah, with the eventual end goal of fucking you. Or being fucked by you. I’d go either way, long as it was with you.”

Eddie swayed to the side. He looked around the room to see if the others were all there, waiting to see how Eddie took the prank. He swayed so far to the side that he fell out of his chair.

“Fuck!” he yelped as his elbow and hip connected with the hard tile floor.

“Whoa, shit.” Steve knelt down beside him, a hand coming to his head to keep it from hitting the floor. “You okay?”

Steve’s hand was warm against his cheek. He moved it back, threading fingers into Eddie’s hair, then tilted Eddie’s head back so he could look into his face.

“You hurt?” Steve prompted again when Eddie stayed silent.

Eddie shook his head. His heart beat rapidly against his sternum. Could a rabbit’s heart burst from pure horniness? He hadn’t ever heard of that, just the fear thing, but it seemed theoretically possible.

“Can you tell me?” Steve whispered. “Did you really not know?”

Eddie shook his head again. “I didn’t,” he whispered back.

“And now that you do?”

Eddie gathered up all the courage in his little rabbity heart and surged forward. He grabbed two handfuls of Steve’s adorable sweater and yanked him close, pressing their lips together. A startled noise emerged from Steve’s lips as he froze for a moment, and Eddie wondered if he’d just imagined the whole conversation leading up to this point, but then Steve relaxed against him, and joined in the kiss as an active participant.

Steve’s lips tasted of apples. Eddie licked against them, savoring the taste. Steve opened his mouth and wound an arm around Eddie’s waist. Eddie pressed his tongue in as the apple flavor flooded his senses. He could smell it, and taste it, a tart sweetness exploding on his tongue.

Steve moaned and pressed Eddie back until he was laying on the floor with Steve draped half on top of him. It should have been uncomfortable, but Eddie just wanted more. Steve slid a leg between Eddie’s own. Eddie instinctively ground down against it, rutting his hard and aching cock against Steve’s muscular thigh.

Steve’s mouth moved from Eddie’s lips to his jawline and kissed the soft skin below his earlobe. He pulled Eddie’s earlobe into his mouth like a piece of fruit and bit down gently. Eddie moaned and ground his cock down harder on Steve’s thigh.

“Been waiting for this for so long,” Steve whispered, his breath tickling Eddie’s ear. Eddie laughed, an incredulous, shaky thing.

“You’ve been waiting for this? I’ve been dealing with inappropriate boners all summer.”

Steve sighed. “Should have said something sooner.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Eddie agreed vehemently.

Eddie shifted so he could also get a thigh between Steve’s legs. He’d been thoroughly convinced of Steve’s attraction by now, but it was still shocking to feel Steve’s hard cock against his thigh. Eddie pressed his thigh up, drawing a shocked groan out of Steve. He swiveled his hips to rub his own cock harder against Steve.

Steve moved his mouth to the pulse point in Eddie’s neck. He licked over it, just like he’d licked the apple, and the banana, and the peach. He scraped his teeth against the delicate skin. He bit down lightly and sucked. It hurt in the best possible way.

Eddie’s hips began to move in a rhythm, rutting against Steve’s leg and letting his own thigh be used. Steve panted against his neck and reached a hand between them and thumbed at the button of Eddie’s jeans. “Want to feel you,” he muttered, his face hidden in Eddie’s neck. “Can I?”

“Yes,” Eddie whispered, barely more than an exhalation.

Steve deftly opened his jeans, with a dexterity that only a sexually experienced jock could manage. He slid his hand into Eddie’s boxers and wrapped it around his dick.

It was truly a miracle that Eddie didn’t come right then and there. More miraculous then his recovery after being eaten alive by monstrous bat creatures. His body was a wonder. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

“This okay?” Steve asked, finally removing his face from Eddie’s neck and looking at him. His cheeks were colored with a pretty blush, and his lips were red and kiss-swollen. Eddie wanted to see this look on Steve every day for the rest of his life.

Eddie nodded. He touched two fingers to Steve’s jeans with a question in his eyes. Steve nodded.

Eddie opened his jeans with a lot less savoir faire than Steve had displayed, but he hadn’t had nearly as much practice. When his palm made contact with the warm, velvety skin of Steve’s cock, he thought he may have actually died from the horniness heart burst. Maybe this was heaven.

The head of Steve’s cock was wet, much wetter than Eddie ever got. Eddie used the precum to smooth the glide of his hand, squeezing and twisting as he pumped Steve’s shaft. Steve’s own hand caught on Eddie’s cock, friction getting in the way. Steve let out a frustrated huff.

“Here, let’s try something,” Eddie mumbled. He removed his hand from Steve’s pants, earning himself a pathetic whimper that sent a thrill through his whole body. They’d definitely have to revisit that at a later time. He pushed his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock, then shoved at Steve’s. Steve got the message, pulling his own down.

Eddie lined their cocks up side-by-side. His hand didn’t fit all the way around both of them, but Steve brought his hand down to join him. Together, they could envelop both cocks. Eddie began to move his hand, spreading Steve’s ample precum down both of their shafts. Steve moved with him.

The feeling of Steve’s cock pressed against his own was unlike anything Eddie had ever experienced. He’d seen people do this in gay porn he’d found in a sex shop in Indy, but had never tried it himself. The skin of Steve’s cock was so smooth and warm against his own.

Steve leaned his head back down to kiss Eddie. It was filthy and wet, Steve’s spit still laced with the taste of apples. Eddie was going to have a Pavlovian response to apples from here on out. Apples would be a danger to him.

The movement of their hands in tandem was awkward at first, but eventually they got into a rhythm. Steve’s mouth against his, Steve’s cock against his, Steve’s chest against his. Steve everywhere. Warmth pooled in Eddie’s pelvis. He didn’t even have time to warn Steve before an orgasm rushed over him. Wave after wave of pleasure crested through his body as he spilled into their joined hands.

Steve bit down on Eddie’s lower lip hard enough to hurt, as his hips stuttered and he joined Eddie in his release. They both kept moving, slowly and out of sync, as they came down from their orgasms.

Their foreheads pressed together. Steve panted into Eddie’s mouth, his eyes still closed. Eddie watched the movement of his eyes beneath the lids, darting back and forth. There was a mole on the bridge of his nose, just to the side of the corner of his eye. Eddie wanted to learn all of Steve’s moles. Wanted to have them memorized. Wanted to kiss each one.

Finally, Steve’s eyes fluttered open. He smiled at Eddie, shyly. Like he hadn’t spent the last four months terrorizing Eddie with sexualized fruit.

“So. That was nice,” Steve mumbled. He looked unsure of himself.

Eddie let out a high-pitched, deranged laugh. “Nice? Nice, he says. Stevie, that blew my fucking mind.”

Steve’s shy look turned into a wide grin as his blush deepened. “Yeah? You don’t regret it?”

Eddie grabbed Steve’s chin with his hand and held his face still while he looked him in the eyes. “I have never regretted anything less.”

“Good,” Steve said with a sigh and a nod. “Great. You wanna go on a date sometime?”

“I’d love to. I hear there’s a really nice pumpkin patch in Fernville. We could broaden our horizons, switch to vegetables.”

Also on AO3.

All dividers by @/saradika-graphics, except the banana divider, which is by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

#my fics #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie smut #aggnm #steddiebingo2025

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thefirstlioveyou · 5 days ago

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The State of Mike's Safety & What He Needs in S5

a part of s5 is gonna be them finally realizing they need mike. i mean, it makes sense. you have a character who feels like nobody needs him. wouldn't he need to discover that everyone needs him? in order to believe he is needed by everyone, he needs to see it for himself and not just from a single person's words.

and if it's true that he is needed by everyone like will, the duffers, and shawn levy claim, who we have no reason not to believe, then wouldn't whoever "everyone" is need to have a plot changing moment where they all collectively realize that? as of right now, he still flies right over their head. something major needs to happen for them to finally realize he has been the key this whole time. they need to lose him in some way. it's kinda like how you never know what you have until it's gone or it's almost too late.

with people still doubting mike being in danger.... why on earth wouldn't vecna take away the one thing that makes them all fall apart?

the show's literally spoiling s5 right in front of our eyes. the twist is in our face. they lost. they fell apart and were always bound to lose no matter what. why? because they lost the heart (mike). it's why mike keeps getting mentioned for NO reason in plots that don't even concern him. the answer is right in their face but the characters keep missing it.

when vecna tells el "you have already lost," it only makes me think that he had already done something that solidified his win a long time ago [side-eyes that damn vine]

s3 kept bashing the audience over the head through weird ass dialogue and blocking that mike's important. he is key. he is also "flayed." s4 just bashes you over the head even more that it's almost too late for mike, much similar to how it was for max.

now, this shot is incredibly important. nancy hugs jonathan instead of hugging mike. the show wants us to notice the flaw in this.

i think after what we saw in the bts video, one of nancy's priorities next season will be connecting with family, especially mike.

one of the points of mike in s1 was that nobody knew anything about him because they didn't put the effort to. he wasn't a concern to them until government was involved and they didn't know where he was. he was invisible until he was actually "missing" momentarily.

his mom didn't fight for answers the way she did for nancy the whole season. nancy didn't know where he could've been because they don't talk and she's clearly embarrassed to admit that. she proposes they never hide anything again but that doesn't last long. karen doesn't say anything about the scab on mike's chin when all it'd take is a line or two to write in that acknowledges it. even EL noticed it and asked. meanwhile, without hesitation, karen asks nancy about the sweater she was wearing with full concern. then the infamous cliff scene just. it never happened. he's never even thanked in any capacity for it and all the credit turns to el. a 12 year old boy stepped, not jumped, stepped off a cliff. he didn't bother begging or fighting for an alternative. he just accepted it. totally normal scene, right? and it just never gets mentioned.

karen refuses to go to mike herself. she expects him to come, but mike isn't gonna do that. there's a reason why we never see him actually open up with her and only hugs her, the same way jonathan and joyce only hug but never actually talk about what actually needs to be talked about. karen and nancy don't ever hug once the whole show because the love karen has for her is shown through her actual actions and efforts.

this "he'll come to us when he's ready" bullshit is the opposite of what season 4 was trying to say with max. waiting for someone to come ain't gonna work, at least not in this universe. it just ends up horribly.

they need to look harder.

there needs to be someone fighting for him.

it's been so clear what the show is trying to do with mike since the beginning. he is constantly shown to be running out of time or being late just like vecna's victims. he is invisible up until he's in danger, just like max. karen waits for him the way lucas waited for max, and he learns from it. the "i just tripped" excuse from vecna's victims ties directly back to mike. so if you think about it, in a way, mike's been living in his own version of vecna's curse the entire show. it's just a slowburn version of it and nobody's noticing. that's why they lost.

if they say we are coming back in a circle, then that only means mike has to finally be visible to them now. he has to be one of their concerns. they need to care and be given a reason to. we are finally gonna see into his head again, and likely more than we ever have before. finn's also already confirmed s5 will dive more into his mental health.

the last 20 minutes of s4 is basically screaming at you how screwed mike is, but it's also a line up of the people who are likely the ones gonna be fighting for him. he gets a personal scene with his mom, who tells him he is staying right there. it matters that he's there. he has his scene with hopper. nancy tells jonathan she's glad he was with mike (and adds on will as an after thought. interesting writing choice there. they're doing too much to single him out this entire ending bit).

we're even shown that will is the light in mike's life, the same way mike and will's family was will's light in s2 during his possession. will is drowning in sunlight while mike's sits right at the edge of it.

they need to reach out to mike. mike needs to be fought for in some way next season rather than him only fighting for someone else again, which only feeds into his toxic cycle. if he saves someone, he's needed. but that's not it. that's not how it should be. that is the same logic that holds him down. he was confronted with a dying el and max again in s4, paralleling s1. the pressure was on him to get to her fight and do something, or else she'd die... again... because he failed (in his eyes).

and i'm not saying mike won't be a hero - he definitely will be. he will get his moment. i'd like to think the love he'll receive will fuel his will to fight back and win against something finally. but first, he must find worth in his own life in order to do that. he needs to realize he himself is worth fighting for.

mike is clearly a target next season and has been since the start. thinking the antagonist has nothing to do with the main character... respectfully cope harder. as if it wasn't both nancy and mike's best friends who went missing. as if holly wasn't moments away from being snatched by a demogorgon. as if karen didn't have a moment with a flayed!billy. as if it isn't mike that is vecna's "friend" and him that wasn't grabbed a vine we have never seen before. as if it isn't nancy who vecna chose to give his message to. is mike really just there to sit there and look pretty and be perfectly safe to some of y'all? that makes sense to some people??

it is obvious it's max, then it's mike. they aren't even being discreet about it.

so all in all, mike needs to be valued and loved next season. and clearly, that's what the writers want you to do as well.

"but he's been a complete jerk!! he needs to earn this by apologizing first!! they shouldn't be doing this first."

ok let's think for a second why they're doing that in this order because it is odd. why is mike being met with so much love, care and concern before we even get an understanding of why he's been the way he's been? why are they making us worry about mike? why is it almost like he's getting a pass? why are they working backwards?

it's simple. if they're trying to get you to gather sympathy for this boy before a proper """redemption arc""" or apology, before getting a single glimpse into his pov, all while wholeheartedly saying he's the heart despite the last 2 seasons failing to give him the chance to be that... it's only because they know something that we don't. there's a massive plot twist regarding him that's gonna recontextualize everything.

this is another big reason why i think it's very likely possessiongate may actually be real. the way they're setting it up like this makes it seem like mike never did anything at all. when a character messes up in this show, it does not go this way. you don't seem them get rewarded with a painting that tells them how great of a person they are. there is something very off about the way this is being structured if mike is truly at fault.

tags (i'm gonna assume the likes were also yes' 😭):

@itswhatyougive @apocalyptic-byler @lazylama9 @beepingmemesauce2727 @gimmiecandy @will-teehee @girly-eldritch-screeching @lemons-woo-yeah @bylerposting @luhvtan875 @thecharliechip @80syaoi @ivermyri @my-coven-is-claudia @bulionzkury @heroesbyler @directorfinnwolfhard

#the last part is very important. I think people need to be wondering more about that #probably one of the most convincing reasons for #possessiongate #mike wheeler #so no mike won't be given a shovel talk. he won't be yelled at. he won't be slapped. he's gonna get all the love in the world #like he's deserved this whole show

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ghost-proofbaby · 11 months ago

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EDDIE MUNSON, STRANGER THINGS

— KEY: angst ☾ fluff ❀ heavy/possibly triggering topics ✦ smut ❣ based off of songs ♫

proper lists of warnings and word counts included on actual posts!

fics/series

the shire is burning (ao3) (wattpad) - willow jenkins is in love with steve harrington. steve harrington is still in love with nancy wheeler. what happens when willow offers eddie munson a deal he can’t refuse? (not on here) ☾ ❀ ✦

twenty four hours (ao3) - in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together? (enemies to lovers, upside down does not exist) ❣ ☾

coffee shop blues- a series of blurbs where i heavily self project onto barista coworkers eddie & reader getting through the normal day to day while working at a coffee shop chain that definitelyand legally doesn’t already exist. ❀

so scarlet (it was maroon) - two years ago, eddie munson got everything he’d ever wanted - except you. when fate brings the two of you back together, can he get the answers to all the questions you left him with? ☾ ❀ ❣ ♫

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

as it was - blurb based off of the song by harry styles. ❀ ♫

would've, could've, should've- mean!eddie based off of the song by taylor swift. ☾ ❣ ♫

what if i love you x bad omens - based off the songs by gatlin and 5 seconds of summer ❀ ♫

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat - one shot based off of the song by del water gap. cheating fic involving best friend!eddie and mentions of boyfriend!steve. ☾ ❣ ♫

moodswings - based off of the song by 5 seconds of summer. ❀ ✦ ♫

the first saturday of december- the first saturday of every december, the munson men always make time for each other. (wayne and eddie decorating for the holidays) ❀ ✦

ten more minutes - "ten minutes. give me ten minutes." in which eddie makes the two of you late for the gang's holiday party. ❣

good for one kiss - you and eddie continue with your regular christmas gifting tradition, except this year, something changes. (best friends to lovers) ❀

little bit - bestfriend!eddie blurb based on the song by lykke li. best friends to lovers? ♫ ❀

have faith in me - based on the song by a day to remember. hurt/comfort with post s4 eddie ✦ ♫

house song - based on the song by searows. just a big metaphorical mess of angsty eddie letting himself love someone. ☾ ♫

"it wasn't supposed to go this way." - taking place in "the shire is burning"universe, willow knows what is about to happen. and she won't let eddie sacrifice himself for her, not this time. ☾ ✦

"that's a lot of blood" - alternative to ^ that ^ request. still in shire universe. willow realizes she's cursed by vecna. ☾

work song - based on the song by hozier. post s4 eddie grapples with his newfound fear of death, and finds you. ♫ ☾

oh, what a wonderful feeling - when you have a bad day with your chronic pain, eddie is prepared to take care of you. ❀

summertime and stardust- you and eddie go stargazing, and it ends just as it always does. ❀ ❣

friday, i'm in love - one of these days, you'll talk to the cute boy at your coffeeshop. just... not today. ❀

who could stay? (you could stay.) - you're convinced that being loved comes with a cost. he finds a way to prove you wrong. ☾ ❀

if it were anyone else - If it were anyone else, the holding would have suffocated you. but it’s him. it’s eddie. ☾ ✦

no denture adventure - eddie questions you about the future, and tomfoolery follows. ❀

you showed me colors - an eddie munson soulmate au based on “illicit affairs” by taylor swift ☾ ♫

ours (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ❀ ♫

long live (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

sparks fly (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ❀ ♫

back to december (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ☾ ♫

mine (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

perfume one shot - you've got some new perfumes and eddie is a blind idiot. ❀

a simple life - you try to clean your depression room while eddie's over, but he keeps distracting you. ❀

fictional boyfriends - eddie gets jealous of your newest fictional boyfriend from a game he got you into. ❀

when you know, you know - air hockey has never been so romantic. ❀

the seasons pass (but you never do) - he knew your reputation. he knew you had you way with half of hawkins. it was never going to end well - but that didn't stop him. ☾ ❣

it will come back - when eddie came back from the upside down, he was different. and you finally come to realize just how different the man you saved truly is one night, when push comes to shove. ❣ ♫ ✦

mind blown - when you get a certain achievement while playing baldur's gate 3, it catches your boyfriend's eye. ❣

foolishness and all - your boyfriend puts your love to the test when his heart is set on a certain unsightly purchase. ❀

cold showers - you and eddie take a cold shower to beat the heat. ❀

the cool down - you and eddie explore more unique ways to cool each other down. ❣

summer storms - you and eddie enjoy the summer storms together. ❀

never love an anchor - when it all comes crashing down one night, eddie is there to comfort you through a severe depressive episode. ✦ ☾ ♫

the smell of you - when you smell bad after a workout, eddie isn't bothered in the slightest. ❀

september love - eddie finds you awake on the first night he's home from the hospital, and wonders what you're thinking. ☾ ✦

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfic #ghost's stories #stranger things #baby boy finally got his own masterlist #it was bound to happen eventually #eddie munson smut #we've got it all around here apparently #eddie munson fluff

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steddieunderdogfics · 15 days ago

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Anemone by teddywesworl

@teddywesworl

Rating: Explicit

28,331 words, 4/4 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Government Experimentation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Weird Biology, speculative biology, Clownfish Biology, Made up Medical Jargon, Alpha Eddie Munson, Alpha Steve Harrington, Omega Steve Harrington, Extremely Dubious Consent, Bitching, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Feral Behavior, Fuck Or Die, Body Horror, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, rejection sickness, Nonbinary Steve Harrington, Surprise! There's been a plot this whole time

Summary:

Steve mentally curses the entire United States government, and also normative social conditioning while he’s at it. He’s going to live through this, and he’s going to keep Eddie alive, too. It doesn’t matter what he has to do. He'll do it all. Anything, without regret. “You’re in charge,” he makes himself say. Eddie’s left hand darts out and closes on Steve’s throat. Steve is abducted by a government black op in the aftermath of Vecna's defeat. When they throw him in a tiny cell with a rutting Eddie Munson, he thinks they'll both go feral and kill each other before they can be rescued—but there's another way out.

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#writer's spotlight #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie fic recs #steddieunderdogfics #rated e #omegaverse #mutual pining #angst with a happy ending #misunderstandings

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neverthebabysitter · 3 months ago

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So... I'm writing a fic. It's been sitting on my drafts for over six months, that's why I think it's time to post it even though I barely have anything more written.

Maybe now that it's published I'll have more motivation, anyways; here it is:

Erlking. / (ˈɜːlˌkɪŋ) / noun. German myth: a malevolent spirit who carries children off to death.

Jonathan just wanted to find his brother and was looking wherever he could, and if 'wherever' meant Harrington's backyard, he would look at it.

It was just that Jonathan was expecting to find his brother. Not... King Steve and Eddie 'The Freak' Munson having a pretty enthusiastic make up session.

Or. Stranger things through out the seasons with established steddie, Steve being friends with everyone, Hopper and Wayne being surrogate fathers and death lurking at every corner of Steve's life.

Archive Warnings:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death (temporary).

Categories: Gen, M/M

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationships:

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers & Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers & Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington & The Party, Steve Harrington & Wayne Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington & Jim "Chief" Hopper, Steve Harrington & Everyone, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags:

Steve Harrington-centric, Queer Steve Harrington, Queer Eddie Munson, Canon Rewrite, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Secret Relationship, Jonathan Byers & Steve Harrington Friendship, The Party as Family (Stranger Things), Steve Harrington Acting as The Party's Big Brother, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Steve Harrington Has Absent Parents, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Protective Eddie MunsonProtective Wayne Munson, Protective Jim "Chief" Hopper, Found Family, Everyone Loves Steve Harrington, Final Boss Vecna, Death, Temporary Character Death, Major Character Undeath, Talks About Death, Body Horror, Torture, Suicidal Thoughts, Grief/Mourning, POV Multiple, POV Outsider, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Self-Indulgent, Gratuitous use of italics, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Graphic Description, Tag – Freeform.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #steve x eddie #stranger things fanfiction #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #the party loves steve harrington #the party stranger things #fanfiction #fanfic #how do i tag this

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fkinkindagauche · 1 month ago

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II Most Wanted - Chapter 1

Hi hello! It's finally here, the murder siblings fic I have been working on for the last month! It's complete, 7 chapters total, but I'll be posting chapter-by-chapter weekly on Wednesdays. First chapter is up on AO3.

divider by @/saradika-graphics

Rating: Mature (for graphic depictions of violence)

WC: Total is 38K, chapter 1 is 5K

Pairings: Platonic Stobin, Romantic Steddie, Romantic Ronance

Tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Attempted Murder, Completed Murder, Blood and Violence, Dismemberment, Slow Burn Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Fast Burn Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, First Kiss, Partners in Crime, Disabled Eddie Munson, Blackmail, Recreational Drug Use, Police Being Useless, Mentions of Prostitution, Gun Violence, Everyone Is Gay, Homoerotic Physical Therapy, Hospitals, Major Character Injury, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Except Jason Carver

Summary:

Months after the defeat of Vecna, a still very much alive Eddie Munson is being targeted by Jason Carver. After a big scare, Robin and Steve decide they need to take things into their own hands. Hijinks of a criminal variety ensue.

Author's Notes:

This would not have been even remotely possible without my fantastic beta, @dame-zoom-a-lot. I started a much less unhinged version, and then I hated it so I gave it up. But then she encouraged me to kick the Hays code in my brain to the curb, and helped me brainstorm the current version, which I love. And then they were such a fantastic beta on top of all that! Please check out the Harringrove fic he's currently posting, Batteries Not Included, for body horror, a fascinating magical world, and enemies to lovers. Or if Steddie is more your flavor, check out its fantastic monster!Eddie fic Claw My Heart and Hope to Live.

A quick note on Robin's characterization - I pulled pretty heavily from Season 3 Robin, who is almost a different character from Season 4 Robin. So if she seems OOC, please hearken back to Season 3 and re-evaluate before yelling at me. This fic is a Platonic Stobin fic at its core, but there is also romantic Steddie and romantic Ronance. No sexual content in this main fic, though; the Mature rating is for violence. I will be adding two PWP epilogues (one for each romantic pairing) as separate works in this series eventually, but they won't contain any of the actual plot of the story, they're just lil fun bonuses for the pervs among us.

I'm also using this as a fill for my "Robin Buckley" prompt of my @steddiebingo Round 1 card.

Snippet below, full chapter on AO3.

"Robin, what are you doing?" Steve whisper-yelled into the darkness. "I need you to actually hold him up! Or there's gonna be a trail straight from the road to wherever we bury him."

"He's fucking heavy!" she whispered back as she completely dropped her hold on the bottom half of Jason Carver. "Not all of us lift weights."

He wasn't sure why they were whispering. They were in the woods in the middle of nowhere. But they were also carrying a plastic-wrapped headless and handless naked dead body between them, so an abundance of caution was warranted.

"We're on a schedule, Robs," Steve reminded her. "We've gotta get this done before your mom comes to pick you up from my place, or there goes our alibi."

Robin sighed, glaring at Steve, but leaned forward and picked the legs back up again. "We should have just burnt the whole body," she muttered. "Or done the lye thing."

Steve rolled his eyes. Robin had been the one who finally settled on burning the parts that would allow for identification and burying the rest of the body. She'd thought it was the perfect idea until they'd reached the manual labor part of things.

"It's not much further," Steve assured her. They were in a secluded part of the woods on the outskirts of Hawkins. Steve had come the day before to dig the grave, given the time constraints of maintaining their alibi. It had been a risk, but one they had to take if their plan was going to work.

Robin was puffing and sighing, barely maintaining her hold on Jason's legs, by the time they made it to the grave.

"You should just be grateful I didn't make you help with that," Steve said, nodding toward the grave. It had taken six hours of back-breaking labor to get that done. He wasn't sure he was ever going to stop being sore.

They tossed Jason's body into the grave. Robin bent over to catch her breath, hands on her knees.

"So grateful, dingus," Robin said with exaggerated sweetness. "You will forever have my gratitude. It's a beautiful grave you dug."

"Thank you," Steve replied, purposefully taking her compliment at face value and ignoring the sarcasm. He unstrapped one of the shovels from his back and threw it at her. "Now start shoveling dirt."

She looked at the shovel with a grimace, but joined Steve at the large dirt pile beside the grave. Jason's body was covered after just a few minutes, and the whole process only took about half an hour. Steve spread the remaining dirt into the surrounding forest, so they wouldn't leave a pile, then scattered leaves and other forest refuse over the disturbed earth.

As long as the rest of their plan went off without a hitch, no one would be looking for Jason here.

They walked back to where Steve's car was parked, hidden from the road behind a few trees. Steve pulled a garbage bag from the trunk. They both stripped off all of their clothes and stuffed them in the bag. They changed into the spares clothes they'd put in the back seat.

"Alright?" Steve asked, checking in with Robin.

She nodded. "Good. Phase two complete. Let's roll."

They got back to Steve's house half an hour before her mom was supposed to pick her up, giving Robin time to thoroughly wash the dirt off of her hands. Steve would be responsible for getting the bone fragments and teeth out of the yard waste incinerator and disposing of them.

"Do you think it's gonna work?" Steve asked, fidgeting nervously as they waited for Robin's mom.

"It's definitely going to work," Robin reassured him. "We got rid of that little shit. Eddie's safe now. And nobody will be able to trace it back to us."

Steve nodded, heartened by her confidence. He hadn't expected murder to be in his future, but he was glad that if he had to do it at all, he was at least doing it with Robin.

Continue on AO3.

#my fics #platonic stobin #steddie #steddie fic #ronance #ronance fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #steddie fanfic #fruity four

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evilbookworm · 3 months ago

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Thinking about alternate universes in stranger things has led me back to an “the losers club in stranger things” au and I am going insane. Stan and Bill are sooo Will and Mike coded. But I was thinking some more and wouldn’t they also fit the lumax s4 plot? Bill leaving to join the basketball (or baseball?) team and trying to become popular. Stan is slowly pulling away after the Starcourt incident. Bill is trying to connect with him. The vecna visions. Stan and Bill in the creel house. Ooh and Georgie would be Erica!!! Ooof the angsttt.

#it 2017 #stenbrough #stanley uris #stan uris #bill denbrough #rowans headcanons #it would be adorable #please yap about this to me

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hellcheerficdatabase · 1 year ago

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safe and warm in your coat of arms

Author: @medusasfinalgirl

Rating/Warning: Teen and up audience, referenced ED

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description:

Chrissy and Eddie go thrift shopping.

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, I think, tooth-rotting fluff, fluff, established relationship, clothing shopping, Chrissy needs a hug, Chrissy POV, one-shot, status: completed

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bylerfanfics · 3 days ago

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FIC DAILY: DAY 5

MAY 12, 2025: 6 NEW BYLER FICS!!

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Should I Stay or Should I Go? (473 words) by fr33_fudg3 Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Will Byers & Dustin Henderson & Maxine "Max" Mayfield & Lucas Sinclair & Mike Wheeler, Jonathan Byers & Will Byers, Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler & Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers & Joyce Byers & Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Eleven | Jane Hopper & Mike Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler, Argyle & Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), Jim "Chief" Hopper Additional Tags: byler, Slow Burn, Internalized Homophobia, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, The Author Regrets Nothing, Mike Wheeler-centric

Summary:

Post Season 4

In the instance that the party has defeated Vecna, all Upside Down business is over and Joyce, Jonathan, El, and Will live back in Hawkins. Lots of late night talks and fleeting touches.

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I'd Take Hallucinations Over Losing You (1669 words) by Scroofy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Mike Wheeler & Nancy Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Hallucinations, i think?????, Mike Wheeler Needs a Hug, One Shot, Ghosts, is he a ghost is he a hallucination??? I DON'T KNOW, technically major character death but also ambiguous, Grief/Mourning, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Emotional Hurt

Summary:

The swing rocks repetitively back and forth, his chest clenched tightly to avoid the incoming tears. He manages to inhale slowly, then exhale even slower until everything dulls down to numbness, like a piece of him had been ripped out and there was only a shell left. Mike just wants it to end, every twinge of this aching pain to subside. He thinks back to the quarry – selfishly, he wishes El wouldn’t have saved him. At least he wouldn’t have to be faced with this.

And suddenly, there was wind, swooping him out of his thoughts, ruffling his hair and making the old swings let out a long ‘creeaak’.

“Mike?” A voice whispers softly, familiarly. He would recognize it from anywhere.

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Didn't Mean to Catch Your Eye (11191 words) by BeannSooupp Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, - background Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Dustin Henderson, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, various OCs Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Boarding School, Alternate Universe - Slightly Aged Up, Rivalry, dead poets society inspired, situationship - Freeform, Ghosts included, theres a ghost, Romance fic with a plot, POV Alternating, POV Third Person

Summary:

Two flights of stairs, some school related small talk from Jonathan, and a maze of a hallway later, Will and Jonathan arrive at Will’s dorm: room 327. There’s a small cork board on the door holding a piece of paper with two names on it. William Byers & Dustin Henderson. The first name is obviously his, and the second one seems familiar, but Will is bad with names, so he could be confused. He turns to bid his goodbyes to Jonathan, when the words on a cork board across the hall on the door of 330 catch his eye. A name. Specifically, Michael Wheeler.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding.

At the Melville Academy for Boys, Will and Mike have found themselves consistently around each other, feeding a year long rivalry that neither of them know exactly how it started. After a bitter end to his friend group from the year before, Will is determined to find a new friend group and have a better year. However, this task might prove difficult with the existence of Mike Wheeler, as well as a mysterious poltergeist-like presence looming about.

Aka: if a byler fic had the vibe of the Dead Poets Society but a different plot and happier.

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Hated Love. (1141 words) by jacksoniscoolz Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson Additional Tags: I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Tried

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I can wish all that I want, but it won't bring us together (651 words) by undonebybeauty Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Dustin Henderson Additional Tags: Past Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Making Up, One-Sided Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, not really - Freeform, Mike Wheeler Has Issues, Mike Wheeler is Bad at Feelings, Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Will Byers Can't Catch a Break, Title from a Phoebe Bridgers Song, Repressed Mike Wheeler, Slurs, Internalized Homophobia, Angst, gay and angsty, that may be the most accurate description of Mike to date, Mike Wheeler Has Internalized Homophobia, Mike Wheeler Has An Eating Disorder, Maxine "Max" Mayfield is Not Injured by Vecna

Summary:

Will Byers has returned to Hawkins. Due to the incertainty of what will happen and rush of events, the Byers are staying on the Wheeler's household.

“You don’t know me, Mike,” Will says, bitter, enraged in the absurdity of Mike's attitude. “I’m not the same person anymore. It's been a year.”

Mike looks up at Will, their eyes meeting. His gaze was soft against the hardness of Will's.

“That’s okay,” he says. “I’ll get to know you again.”

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You’re The Prettiest Lady In The Whole Wide World (4070 words) by joycesjournals Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield Characters: Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers Additional Tags: happy mothers day, Mothers Day, Post-Season/Series 05, Canon Compliant, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Breakfast in Bed, Cooking, Hopper is a damn good cook, Flirting, Not really mature content but wanna be safe, The kids come home from college, Joyce is a happy mother, Grilling Out, Big Secrets, Pregnancy, Big Decisions

Summary:

It’s Joyce’s first Mother’s Day with an empty nest, her children being away at college. Luckily, it’s the same weekend they come home for the semester. She expects there to be food, catching up with her children, while her husband gives her the princess treatment.

What she doesn’t expect is the bomb Nancy and Jonathan drop on her.

Note: mentions of abortion

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