Nancy swallows her pride and returns to Hawkins when her carefully crafted life in Boston falls apart. In the five years since she abruptly cut everyone off and skipped town, all the people she once knew have left for bigger, brighter futures. Everyone except for Eddie Munson, local drug dealer turned reluctant mechanic who is willing to help Nancy out after her car breaks down.
They build a careful friendship over shared trauma and a mutual refusal to talk about their reasons for ending up in the same town that nearly killed them. Feelings grow, cars get fixed and Boston looms on the horizon.
OR: Nancy and Eddie and the girls who haunt them.
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Jonathan/Argyle | M | 6k | Finished
Dreamy, hazy exploration of Jonathan and Argyle’s relationship before season 4
The next morning in the shower, with a headache under the cold spray, he notices a tiny bruise right next to his belly button. Dark purple and shaped like a heart.
Thinks Argyle did it, but he’s not sure anymore. He presses two fingers into his skin and it stings so at least that’s real.
Thinks they kissed after that, thinks Argyle may have whispered something. Called him something.
But he doesn’t remember.
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Steve/Eddie | E | 60k | Finished
If Eddie had known that sharing his New York City art studio with Robin would include her buddy Steve, he never would’ve offered it in the first place. There. He said it. If that makes him a bad friend, so be it.
Because Steve is around all the time. Pastel and prissy. Sculpted from marble, yet dressed like a Macy’s mannequin. Always hovering.
They got Robin’s potters wheel up the stairs last week, a three man effort he can still feel in his lower back, and now she’s fucking teaching him. Full on, arms wrapped around his waist, hands guiding hands. Someone grab him a bucket, ‘cause Eddie’s about to throw up.
He’s not even good at it. Steve can barely get the hump of clay centered on the wheel and he refuses to get stains on his clothes. It’s fucking clay. It comes out in the wash. Steve’s shirtless approach to pottery is borderline offensive to the arts.
My 80s New York art scene AU for the steddie big bang <3
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Chrissy/Robin | E | 31k | Ongoing
Childhood friends Robin and Chrissy become roommates in college and Chrissy has a lot of jealous feelings about it.
Am I still your best friend? Robin had asked. Scared.
Chrissy lunged forward to hug her, squeezing her tight. Hoping it would convey more than she could say in words. Of course I’m still your best friend, she whispered into Robin’s neck.
Are you still mine?
She didn’t say that last part out loud. This wasn’t about her. She pushed it down. It took her months to admit to herself that the thought of another girl pressing her lips against her best friend’s was terrifying. That was Robin.
Her Robin.
And the meanest little part of Chrissy’s brain, the part she wouldn’t even write about in her diary, didn’t want to share.
Very messy, very possessive, very explicit <3
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Steve/Eddie | M | 40K | Finished
A little passion project exploring aromantic Steve as he comes to terms with himself.
Steve gets his heart absolutely shattered in a bathroom at a random Halloween party. He storms off so no one can tell he’s on the verge of tears and finds Eddie Munson smoking a joint in the master bedroom.
Steve pours his heart out and tells Eddie that he just can’t get it to come naturally with Nancy. No matter how hard he tries so play at romance, he can’t love her the way he’s supposed to.
Eddie, who’s known he’s queer since middle school, sees something of himself in Steve. But as their friendship progresses into something more, Steve has to confront the fact that he might not be gay after all.
A very happy, queerplatonic ending guaranteed!
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Steve/Eddie, background Robin/Chrissy | T | 25k | Finished
Mild enemies to lovers vibe in a modern setting. Steve’s POV
When he forgets the keys to his apartment, Steve has a few hours to kill at a random bar down the street. The bartender, Eddie, recognizes him right away and Steve’s embarrassed to admit he has no idea who the guy is. After making a complete idiot of himself, he figures out they went to the same high school. This is bad news for Steve, who was a bit of an asshole back then, with a less than stellar reputation.
His roommate Robin does recognize Eddie and when the two reconnect there’s no escaping him. Steve’s desperate to prove that he’s changed since his high school days, but no matter what he says, Eddie seems to hate his guts.
Girls on the Ceiling - Pre-slash Robin/Chrissy, Steve/Eddie - T - 4k Finished
Bonus chapter for Now I’m A Stranger, told from Chrissy’s perspective.
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Steve/Eddie | T | 16k | Finished
Post season 4 shenanigans. Little angsty, but mostly funny and cute idiots in love. Featuring a clueless Eddie and Steve who figured out he’s bi months ago. From Eddie’s POV
Eddie opens up to Robin and Steve after the dust of their latest misadventure in the Upside Down has settled. Him and Robin get on like a house on fire and Steve proves to be surprisingly understanding of his ever growing anxiety. Part of him still can’t believe he was so wrong about Steve. Hell, he’s even completely cool with the fact that Robin’s a lesbian.
Now he just has to keep his own stupid feelings in check. Because as flirty as Steve may seem, he is definitely straight. One hundred percent.
OR: Eddie is oblivious, Steve is definitely flirting and Robin is losing her mind.
it's something that gets to me about the handwringing over ozempic and the especially skeletal celebrities recently. there has never been a time when hollywood has not REVOLVED around disordered eating and warped body image. the only difference is now they look unappealingly sick.
I was reading an article about karen carpenter, and her friends and the journalist AFTER her death from anorexia were praising her initial dieting behaviour when it took her from "chubby" to slender. her behaviour didn't change from that point, but they were just frustrated she didn't stop while she was at her most conventionally attractive.
you are expected to be obsessed with what you eat and how you look. acknowledging that this is an obsession which kills people is at odds with our entire popular conception of what "health" even is. so even if the eating is disordered all along, we only call it that in the individuals who don't let us maintain the smokescreen that this is healthy and normal. you can tell it's disordered eating because they look bad. and recovering makes you more attractive.
man sometimes friendship really is just "I saw this and knew it would give you psychic damage. please respond with agony" and then they do. and it's great
when the blackberry bushes have thorns to discourage mammals from monopolizing the consumption of their fruits and encourage birds to spread their seeds but they don’t know that the mammal in question is ME #notdiscouraged
it's funny to think how absolutely terrified i was of aging when i was in my early twenties. i vividly remember turning 22 and being convinced my life was practically over like girl GROW UP
