#the party stranger things

[imfinereallyy]

El being wholesome with Steve. El being wholesome with Steve. The weird sibling duo we didn’t know we needed. I need more of it. I might do it….no I’ve done enough of them…

Okay, okay. But just picture this:

The kids trying to embarrass Steve all the time with photos and stories to Eddie, but El ruins it every.single.time. because she is so unbelievably wholesome when it comes to Steve.

Here is everyone pulling out scoops photos (which Eddie actually loves thank you very much) and sharing stories about his failed dates. Dustin tells Eddie specifically about the time he was teaching Lucas basketball and Lucas threw the ball too hard at the backboard and hit Steve in the face.

So they are all poking fun at Steve in his and Robin’s apartment (because in every universe these platonic soulmates live together) and there is just El who randomly chimes in:

“Steve took me to this thing called a ren faire once. It was very fun. We both looked really pretty.”

Eddie absolutely melts at the story and gushes over the photos she has.

And everyone gets quiet every time, because no one wants to criticize El, but one time Max gently goes, “You know that’s like….nice right? We’re making fun of him.”

Everyone one expects her to being embarrassed or confused but instead she simple says.

“I know. I don’t like it. Steve’s nice.”

And she embarrasses everyone, except Robin and Eddie who are the only ones Steve never gets upset with when they make fun of him. They all mumble out apologies, and Steve turns to Dustin and goes:

“This is why she gets a special section in the freezer. All different flavors of eggos.”

El’s eyes get wide. “Even the blueberry ones?”

Steve gives her hair a tousle, “Especially the blueberry ones.”

[taeiris]

theyre all grown up now :(

[whathehonestfuk]

Steves absent asshole parents come home carrying a new born and he's rightfully confused as they hand it to him explaining that they're his half sibling (from one of his father's affairs that they have custody of for narrative reasons)

His parents just straight up leave telling him they'll send money for the baby expenses every month

They didn't even notice or care that the rest of the party was there hanging out and just watched Steve in real time accept single fatherhood of his baby sibling

(Eddie of course doesn't let it stay single father hood for long they've already got 7 kids together basically what's one more)

[elyasdoodles]

📄 🖊️

[missjashin]

I think the kids from the party wouldn’t connect the dots that there’s something more than friendship going on between Steve and Eddie very fast. Because they’ve now listened for about a year that no Steve and Robin are not together and they don’t want to be either and the two are just weirdly close . Not lovey-dovey affectionate obviously but still super close and rather inseparable. Not to mention the kids also assume that Steve is straight as an arrow. So when Eddie and Steve seem to get closer and closer they just assume they’re good friends now. That it’s the upside down effect or something. Surprised they even get along in the first place.

But who would start suspecting something? Corroded Coffin guys. They know something happened during the spring but not the whole truth so they don’t have the same perspective as the kids. But they see the lingering looks, the lingering hands and touches. They notice when you walk in on them and it looks like they were just holding hands, something that’s easy to miss if you don’t pay attention but they are. They notice how the two gravitate towards each other, sit next to each other when there’s enough room not to be glued together but they choose to be. How they look and smile at each other across the room. See them sharing cigarettes, whispering into each others ears and hear them honest to god giggle at each others’ jokes.

And even when Steve and Eddie are not together and Corroded Coffin have their band practice/ hang outs, when they’re not playing and practicing the songs they usually do, they can catch Eddie strumming his guitar something that undeniably sounds like a love song.

And sure they might know Eddie’s uhm, preferences when it comes to a partner (read: he is gay af) but Steve Harrington? Well it wouldn’t be the first time the guy surprises them. They also didn’t think he was such a nice guy until they got to know him better after he let them have DnD sessions at his house.

Steve’s friendship with Buckley throws them off a little bit at times because those two are tight but then again she is way too unbothered by the fact that Steve and Eddie seem to be making heart eyes at each other every time they’re in the room together. So yeah. They’ll figure this out, they’re on a quest now.

[libraryofgage]

Mermaid/Pirate Steddie Six

One | Two | Three | Four | Five

This fic was line-jumped! If you'd like to learn more about line jumping, please see this post

Anyway, thank you line-jumper for your patience, I know this was a little late orz but I hope you enjoy it!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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“Why do they look so weak?”

“Do you have more of these?”

“Can he really not breathe under water?”

“Does he understand bubble patterns?”

“He’s not the worst swimmer.”

“I could probably break his ribs with one tail swipe.”

“Please don’t break my mate’s ribs.”

Of all the words echoing in the water around him, those last few are the ones Eddie gets stuck on. He perks up as the curious hands of adolescent merfolk poking and prodding at him pause. From the determined expression on Steve’s face as he tugs Eddie closer, he definitely meant to say that.

“Seriously?” Robin asks, curling around Steve’s other side. Her hair floats across Eddie’s vision before settling, and bubbles rise from her fluttering gills. “You’re already mated? How did that even work?”

She glances down as she asks, and Eddie follows her gaze to Steve’s tail. It looks normal to him. His wound has healed, leaving only a faint scar behind. If anything has changed, it’s that the inexplicable splashes of orange across his scales make sense in the water. They glimmer and shine like gold and silver coins in the wavering sunlight that manages to break through the surface. Eddie is hypnotized by them, and it takes a conscious effort for him to look away.

Steve’s flush tells Eddie something important has been alluded to, and he’s starting to get an idea of it. “Robin! Not in front of the guppies!” Steve tells her. She cackles in response, bubbles bursting from her gills as she curls around Steve’s right side and flicks his forehead.

“But we already know about that stuff,” one of the guppies, Lucas, says. A few bubbles rise from his gills, too, and Eddie is starting to wonder if they’re important when Robin and Steve pause to study them. 

Another one, Dustin, nods and places his hands on Eddie’s shoulders. He pushes up to float above him, holding tight so he doesn’t end up floating away. Somehow, this results in Dustin’s tail smacking against his back a few times, but at least it doesn’t hurt. “Yeah,” Dustin says, “You taught us during the last cold tide trip. Remember? Joyce and Hopper got together and started talking about more guppies, so then Erica asked what they meant and you got all red like a lobster as you tried to explain it.”

“Teaching you about reproduction and discussing…recreational enjoyment are very different things,” Steve says, his firm tone undermined by his flustered look. 

Eddie taps Dustin’s hand, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows in a curious expression when Dustin looks down.

“Oh, do you wanna know?” he asks.

“No, he doesn’t,” Steve says at the same time Eddie nods. When Steve glares at him, Eddie grins, salty water rushing into his mouth. He doesn’t mind too much, especially when he points at his throat and Steve’s glare immediately melts into fondness and concern. He leans in, kissing Eddie and pushing more air past his lips. 

“We are just teaching Eddie about reproduction,” El says when Steve pulls back. She pushes under Eddie’s arm, wrapping her tail around his leg to stay in place. With her there, Dustin’s tail is no longer hitting his back, and Eddie hesitates before patting her head. 

Between her, Dustin on his shoulders, Steve holding him close, Robin practically wrapped around Steve, and the rest of the guppies surrounding them, he’s starting to realize how touchy merfolk are. Or maybe this is just Steve and Robin and their guppies. He’ll have to ask later.

“Why are you making such a big deal when it’s boring?” Max asks, huffing as two lone bubbles rise from her gills. “Two merfolk decide to have a kid. One fertilizes the other, they carry the egg for a while and birth it. After that, caretakers watch the egg until it hatches. Simple.”

Yeah. Eddie has so many questions. He can’t ask any of them now, though. All he can do is nod along, forcing his expression to remain serious as he listens. Max seems to like the attention, her gills fluttering again and letting a stream of bubbles rise to the surface as she perks up.

“Man, it sounds boring when you say it like that,” Mike tells her, grinning as he turns to look at Eddie. “So, anyway, dicks an--”

Robin laughs as she smacks her hand across Mike’s mouth, using her other hand to ruffle his hair until it’s floating wildly in the water. “All right, all right, let’s stop before dingus goes belly-up,” she says, pinching Mike’s cheek when she pulls his hand away.

He huffs and sticks his tongue out at her. “Eddie asked,” he says.

“Eddie didn’t ask anything. He can’t talk, and he doesn’t make bubbles,” El says.

“No, like, he used his face.”

“Oh.”

As they talk, Eddie tugs on Steve’s hand, pointing to his throat again. Instead of immediately kissing him, he glances up at the surface with a frown. It’s not like Eddie was actually running out of air, so he doesn’t tug on Steve’s hand again. “How about we go up,” he says, looking at Robin. When she just looks confused, he adds, “You could see Eddie’s ship.”

“Really?!” Dustin and Will ask, both of them looking at Eddie hopefully.

Eddie considers for a moment, figures the guppies can be entertained by his crew if they get too bored, and nods once.

“Yes!”

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“They have so much energy,” Eddie says, carefully setting Steve on the bed before collapsing into it next to him. He rubs his fingers together, feeling how wrinkly they are after spending most of the day in the ocean. They still haven’t smoothed out despite being on the ship for an hour already.

Steve hums softly, reaching over and taking Eddie’s hand. He laces their fingers together, rests their hands on his stomach, and says, “They liked you.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell between Mike trying to drown me and Erica trying to bite me,” Eddie says, squeezing Steve’s hand.

The drowning attempt had happened when they surfaced. Mike had grabbed Eddie’s ankles and yanked him back under, grinning as Eddie yelped and swallowed half the ocean in the process. Somehow, Steve had managed to both kiss Eddie some air and smack Mike upside the head with his tail.

The biting had happened while trying to get all the guppies onto the ship. It involved nets and ropes and straining muscles, but they’d managed. When Eddie was getting Erica untied from the ropes, she’d leaned over and snapped at his shoulder. Robin saved him in time by yanking her back, refusing to hear her excuse about Eddie smelling like “really fresh krill” and her being hungry.

Things had been chaotic between getting the guppies and Robin settled, figuring out food, and keeping them entertained so they wouldn’t destroy the ship out of boredom. Eddie had never been so relieved as when they’d started nodding off in a giant tub they secured to the mast.

“They were just…testing you. A little. It’s normal when caretakers introduce a mate,” Steve tells him.

“What, are they making sure I’m sturdy?”

“More that you can handle them if you join the pod,” Steve explains. “Caretakers don’t leave their pods. If they mate with a merperson from another pod, that merperson just joins it. Guppies are overprotective and want to make sure mates deserve their caretakers.”

“That’s kinda sweet,” Eddie says.

Steve nods in agreement, shifting around some until he can turn to face Eddie. The bottom of his tail curls around Eddie’s leg, a heavy weight that he finds reassuring. “How do you feel?” he asks.

Eddie can hear the questions lying beneath. Did he like the guppies? Did they manage to scare him away? Is he going to end their courtship?

“They’re cool. I like them,” Eddie says, the words spilling out so he can reassure Steve. He feels something light and happy bubble in his chest at Steve’s smile. “I am wondering about something, though.”

“What?”

“How, uh, how does all of that…work?” Eddie asks, his face burning as he gestures to Steve’s tail, focusing on the general area Robin had looked at before. Despite the embarrassment of asking, he can’t help the heat that simmers through him at Steve’s knowing smile.

“Are you interested in theory or practice?” Steve asks.

“Practice. I am so, so, so interested in practice,” Eddie says, throwing an arm around Steve’s waist and tugging him closer. “But I wouldn’t mind a little theory so I know what I’m doing.”

Steve laughs, pushing against Eddie’s chest lightly. When he lets go, Steve sits up, gesturing for Eddie to sit behind him. Once they’re settled, Steve is nestled between Eddie’s legs and Eddie is resting his chin on Steve’s shoulders. “There’s a slit,” Steve says, taking Eddie’s hand and placing his palm on a patch of scales just below his waist. “When a merperson is aroused, it opens to provide access.”

Eddie swallows, nodding as he feels the cool slide of Steve’s scales under his palm. He glances at Steve and moves his hand, brushing his fingers over the area until he can feel where the slit is. It’s a slightly raised line, barely noticeable if he weren’t looking for it.

“And, uh, how does it work? For two mermen, I mean,” Eddie says.

He feels more than hears Steve hum, the vibrations pulsing through him from where Steve is resting against his chest. “Well, it doesn’t matter much,” Steve says, reaching up to tug on a loose strand of Eddie’s hair. “You humans have a word for it, I think, but all merfolk have the ability to carry or fertilize. It really just depends.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, biting the inside of his cheek as he presses his palm flat against Steve’s scales again. “So, which…I mean, what do you…you know, prefer?”

Steve thinks for a moment, twirling Eddie’s hair around his finger. “Anything that feels good,” he finally says, tilting his head back to grin at Eddie. “How about finding out what does?”

Not for the first time, Eddie thinks, perhaps, the merman in his arms will be the death of him. It’s a good thing he doesn’t mind one bit.

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[simsim54]

Mike: You probably don't want to befriend me. My parents say I'm a handful. Will: [excitedly] I have two hands!!

[qprstobin]

The fact there aren't more single dad Steve fics is surprising to me. And I don't mean like, those Steddie fics where Steve is a parent to one of the Party or st. I mean like, Steve is proudly a bit of a slut and sometimes condoms break. Why are there not more fics of like 20-22yo Steve getting suddenly saddled with a child that he didn't know existed, while everyone freaks out around him about it.

Steve wanted kids yes, but in some nebulous future and now there is a tiny person with his hair and his moles that is chewing on the collar of his shirt. He is very much not ready for this responsibility but also like, he's pretty sure that specific weird clean baby smell is curing his depression. He barely sleeps anyway this is fine, this is fine.

Robin is torn between freaking out, giving him shit, making fun of him, and spoiling the shit out of this baby because this baby is part Steve!! This baby is made from her very favorite person!!! Obviously this is going to be her favorite baby! She is extremely entranced by how tiny every baby item is too. Tiny socks, tiny hats, tiny shoes! Robin is Steve's rock and also is the one most excited to help him with said baby.

Several members of the Party literally have younger siblings and yet not a single one of them know what to do with a baby. They are staring at this tiny creature that is part??? Steve??? Like it is an alien from another planet. They are getting close to being adults and have fought monsters but the first time the baby cries while they are supposed to be watching it at least one of them nearly cries too. Dustin does the 80s equivalent of overdiagnosing via WebMB instead with medical and parenting books from the library. He always think there is something wrong every time the baby coughs. Steve appreciates how enthusiastic he is about making sure the baby is okay, but does not appreciate the extra stress.

I just think we're missing out on prime fic fodder material which is that accidents happens and I want everyone to be losing their minds because somehow trying to keep an infant alive is scarier to them than fighting monsters.

[apocalyptic-byler]

in these trying times the core four brings a little light

[steviewashere]

Something's Wrong

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Graphic Depictions of Supernatural Gore? (Like...describing shit crawling and bubbling out of somebody's mouth. Like when Will puked the demodog fetus thing into the sink.), Canon-Typical Violence, Steve Literally Gets Burned by a Hot Poking Iron (I have no other way to warn of you this but that's the canon-typical violence) Tags: Post-Season 4, Vecna is Not Defeated, But Everybody is Alive, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Possessed Steve Harrington, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Eddie Has No Idea What's Happening, Scared Eddie Munson, Everybody is Scared, (But Especially Eddie), Badass Joyce Byers, Boys Crying, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington's Friendship, Supernatural Stuff For @steddieangstyaugust Day 27 Prompt: "I thought we agreed it was over."

❄️——————❄️ The body on the coffee table may be his boyfriend, but it’s not him.

That’s what Eddie understands in the chaos. As he stands between doorways—to the hallway, and to the living room of the Harrington’s home. He can only watch. Look on in complete horror and half part devastation. How hadn’t he picked up on the new odd behavior from Steve before this, he isn’t sure.

Steve had become sort of…erratic. Sensing things before they could even occur. Looking off into distances; short and long, it didn’t matter. Angry, but Steve is always angry about something—it’s his natural state, practically: angry at Dustin, at Family Video customers, at Eddie when he just wants to sleep and Eddie won’t shut up, so on and so forth. He swore the lights would sometimes flicker when Steve would enter a room. “Faulty lightbulbs,” is what he always said, “I’ll get my parents to buy new ones the next time they head out to the store.” Were they ever near dead to begin with? Or was Steve compensating for this?

All it was was a simple sentence, “Keep it cold.” At the insistence that the fireplace be lit. That the thermostat be turned up a few notches. For the few open windows to be shut. It made everybody in the room look; everybody being everybody. It was Christmas, it was cold, and they were celebrating being in the warmth of each other. Of wanting and needing each other’s company. And at the mention of Steve’s new upsetting behavior, everybody decided—piled on—that maybe they should do their annual Christmas gathering at the Harrington’s; “Maybe his parents are out of town,” Dustin suggested. “They always are this time of year,” Max bitterly followed up.

So, they compromised. They’d keep it cold. No fireplace. Shut a few windows. Turn the thermostat up just one notch. Steve seemed settled. For a little bit, he seemed alright.

Then, Will reached behind him. Hand on the back of his neck. Wide eyes noticeably directed at only Steve. Which, Eddie found barely weird—maybe Will was nervous or overly excited or even sheepish about being in the presence of Steve; an adult crush, Eddie figured, that’s not that weird. But Will had opened his mouth, demanded of all of them, “Make it as hot as you possibly can in here. Something’s wrong.”

Steve had protested. Screaming, quite literally. Moving hastily and trying to get people away from the fireplace, from the windows, and the thermostat. Somebody even stood guard at the freezer.

Eddie wasn’t sure what was happening at-fucking-all. He stayed out of the way, when the kids told him firmly to move. When Joyce made eye contact with him, teary and protective. When Robin dragged him out by his shoulders to the hallway, whispered so low under her breath he had to strain to hear her, “I need you to not watch, okay? You’re going to hate us for what we’re about to do.” He was more confused, but he obeyed. Like a startled, starving, stray dog—he obeyed.

After that, things happened too fast to really catalogue. He heard things being shoved out of the way, but his eyes were set on the stairs—not the room behind him. Saw Hopper come rushing past him, shoving his way into the living room. Then, something slammed hard onto the surface of something—and Eddie was too curious for his own good, too scared.

He turned back around. Spotting the source of the slamming, Steve’s body laying on the coffee table. He’s shirtless and his muscles are straining, trying to fight against the people holding him down. Robin and Jonathan on Steve’s arms. Nancy was pinning down Steve’s right leg, Max and Lucas on the other. Dustin was holding one of his hands, despite the danger of being clawed at. And Mike was trying to keep Steve’s head in one spot, failing, but this was no time to tease. Will and El were watching something on Steve’s torso. And following the line of sight, it was to an odd swirl of dark, blue-black veins in the center of Steve’s chest—almost like it was ready to grow more, if need be. It was hard to watch, but he couldn’t look away.

And now, he’s staring at his boyfriend writhe and yell and practically howl at the people around him. The noises he was making weren’t the pained grunts that Eddie was used to, when Steve would pull something too hard in his back, when he’d strain the scars on his sides, or even when he’d get a basketball to the side of his head from Lucas. No, the sounds leaving Steve’s wide open, spit-burbling, red mouth were animalistic. Like roaring. Something tortured, that’s for sure.

Eddie wonders if this is what he sounded like under Starcourt. If he screamed like this, thrashing and wailing—that’s it, he’s wailing—for somebody to come save him. But he wasn’t sure, this sounded more like fighting. As if Steve was protesting this utterly and completely. As if he…wanted this. His stomach churns violently at the thought.

It was like watching a real life exorcism. That’s the only “real life” thing Eddie can compare it to. At any moment, he was expecting Steve—possessed, that’s what he realizes—to start floating from the surface of the table, to scratch names in people’s backs, and to start peeling the wallpaper with his voice alone. He’d prefer the exorcism to whatever was about to happen.

Joyce was armed and ready with one of the poking irons for the fireplace. It was obviously hot, glowing orange, and dangerous. She demanded of the people holding down Steve’s arms, “Move. But hold on tight. He’s not going to like this.”

Not going to like what, Eddie could only ask himself. His lips were sealed shut with terror, if that was a possible thing. With half-formed words and lost trains of thought and stuttered gasps. But he couldn’t look away.

She raises the poking iron over her shoulder. And at Hopper’s nod, she brings it down in one fell swoop. Straight to the center of Steve’s chest where that swirl of veins is. She presses it into his skin, not enough to sear through the muscles and bones, but enough that a scar will surely be left there. At the pressure of the hot iron, Steve then snarls. He yelps and shifts, kicking with the heels of his socked feet—Eddie tries not to think about how he’s wearing a pair of goofy mismatched polka dot socks, that he’s not just some kid despite his age, that he isn’t this thing—trying to get away and trying to fight and trying to keep himself protected. Eddie almost wants to lunge forward and help Steve, get him away from whatever the fuck they’re doing to him; “You’re crazy, Ms. Byers,” he wants to say, “the town was right about you, you’ve fucking lost it.” Because who does this? Who’s first instinct is something so violent and cruel as this?

But then, just as he gains feeling to his jelly legs, something in Steve’s mouth pools over. In the corners of his lips is a disgusting sludge of black and grey, thick like mucus, and staining his pale cheeks. He’s pale, Eddie notices right then and there, paler than me, even.

In slow motion, something begins to wriggle and crawl out of Steve’s black stained mouth. A little…creature. Some sort of symbiotic thing, having lived inside of him, having fed off of whatever chill Steve was allowing it. It was half-xenomorph, half-deformed fetus. A mass so terrible, so ugly, and so fucking disgusting—Eddie thought he may just puke.

Steve coughs around it. His wide eyes shedding steady tears. His body finally losing its momentum to fight. He begins to relax, to slump against the surface of his own coffee table. And as the thing begins to crawl away, Eddie distantly—over the ringing in his ears and the churn of his stomach and the sweat on his palms—hears Dustin yell, “Kill it! Somebody step on it! Something! Do something!”

It’s Hopper who smashes the alien thing with his heavy foot. The thing squelches, squeals, and chitters all at once as its life ends. And when the foot is pulled away, shiny mucus-like fluid sticking in strings between the floor and the sole of Hopper’s bare foot, the thing is nothing. It’s just sludge. It’s…dead, at least Eddie is to understand that.

Somebody’s at his side in short seconds. Shaking his arm, petting the side of his face, and jostling his shoulders. Like they’re waking him up, so he blinks. Blinks again. Blinks harder until it’s Robin’s freckled, dimmed-eyed, sour face that comes into his sight again. “What,” he asks half-conscious, “what the fuck was that? What was any of that?” He’s partially aware that his voice is shrilling, squeaking like he’s going through puberty all over again. But Robin doesn’t seem to care at all.

She takes a deep breath through her nose, to which Eddie follows suit, and releases it through her mouth. Her hands are firm, pushing down on his shoulders, thumbs running soothingly on his t-shirt. Robin opens her mouth to speak, floundering for a few seconds as she tries and fails to come up with words.

“Vecna,” he hears Will say, “it was fucking Vecna.” And it must be. It must be reality, if Joyce isn’t telling her kid to watch his language. If Eddie’s looking over Robin’s shoulder, spotting Dustin wiping Steve’s face with reverence and care, Joyce clinging to her little family, the others clinging to one another. Mike even looks affronted, cautious, terrified—and that’s the kid that’s usually one hair away from snapping at Steve at any given second. He looks like he might start crying. And Eddie feels that way, too.

“Vecna?” He hears his own voice warble, warp, and squeak. “I thought we agreed it was over?” Eddie mumbles. He looks back to Robin, the both of them shaking and sweating and ready to cry. “I thought we agreed it was over,” he states again, raising his voice.

“We’re okay,” Robin says, trying to soothe, “it’s okay, Eddie. We’re going to get him. We got this shit early, we know what we’re doing.”

He looks over her shoulder again, unable to believe any of that. But then Steve looks to him. His eyes wide, stressed, and too frightened. He’s never seen Steve truly afraid before, not really at least, it always seemed like things were okay. Like Steve could face a hundred grizzly bears and come out on top, barely a scratch, confident as ever. Then, though, Steve bursts into tears. His weak body angling away from Dustin’s wad of tissues to his face, hands reaching out for Eddie and Robin—like he’s a kid asking for cuddles—and he just wails. Not the yelling kind of wailing, but the hysterical sobbing kind of wailing.

It’s without another thought that he drags Robin by her elbow, back into the living room, crowding around other people. That it’s without another thought that he lets Steve pull them in close and fast, even sitting up on the old coffee table. That Eddie lets Steve bury his still stained face into the center of his pristine Hellfire Club t-shirt and just cry.

“You’re okay,” Robin rasps and whispers, “you’re with us, we’ve got you.” Steve only sniffles and cries louder in response. Her left hand goes to the back of his head. Tangling fingers into his sweaty rat’s nest, dully scratching fingernails on his scalp, and petting him to the base of his skull and back up again. The other hand, she places between Eddie’s shoulder blades. Huddled in close like some mismatched family, but knowing of the others all the same.

Eddie lays a heavy arm over Steve’s shoulders, the skin touching his forearm just barely room temperature—like it’s still working to make up for all the cold. And he doesn’t have words to say, none at all that would be helpful. He has nothing to make up for for whatever the fuck just happened in front of his eyes. There’s no connection in his brain that forms even half a thought as to what he just witnessed.

But in the face of something like this, he’s learned to ask questions later.

It’s time to plan. And it’s time to end this.

❄️——————❄️

[byler-alarmist]

If Will really did die back in S1, I think Mike would have made a shrine out of all his drawings and toys and other things that reminded him of Will.

Karen would overhear him in the basement murmuring to himself for hours on end, carrying on imaginary conversations with his departed friend.

The other boys would move on with their lives eventually, but not Mike.

[wallywise]

Just finished this <3

So happy of how it look ! It’s far from perfect (and you can directly spot that it’s not) but I’m happy, honestly it look better irl, the photo doesn’t do it justice :’(

But still I’m pretty happy of it, it took me 3 hours, now I can finally go back to my revisions :’D (send help there’s too much things to know I’m gonna breaaaaak)

[booksandpaperss]

Ayo shout-out to Lucas Sinclair for being literally the only member of the party to not have massive boulder sized daddy issues, and therefore is the only one out of all six of them that is capable of consistently owning up to his own actions with more than just one specific person if anyone at all 🫡

[whathehonestfuk]

Steve has a decent singing voice, not one that would make him famous it's better suited for singing in the shower or belting along in the car, the occasional serenade and most importantly lullabies

It isn't until after the events of 84 that he realizes how soothing having someone sing can be

The party calls and walkies often in the following weeks making sure everyone is okay, he's staying with the hendersons until he's safe to be on his own and hears Mrs. Henderson singing Dustin back to sleep one night and tries it himself one night when Dustin wakes him up as to not further worry his mother and sings one of the top 40 songs he's heard enough to know enough of the lyrics and it works and Dustin doesn't make fun of him for it

He starts implementing it for every one of the party that comes to him for comfort, though only when one on one because he knows the second anyone points out its "childish" then none of them would ask for it or allow him to anymore and it seems to genuinely help them

After starcourt he does it to robin and she asks why he sings pop songs instead of actual lullabies, he admits he doesn't actually know any proper lullabies so she teaches him by returning the favor (robin cant sing very well but she's musical enough that it isn't unpleasant)

After they finally defeat vecna he's almost always humming or singing under his breath because you can never be too careful and it's really grounding, which leads him to singing to the party as a group

The first time he does it to Eddie he has shown up at Steve's door in the middle of the night tear stained and terrified so Steve bundles him up and starts to sing once Eddie calms down some he starts singing along with Steve

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byler prompt: the party tries to get mike and will to date but they're already dating

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