#90s winter romcom

[kkpwnall]

the roads lead back to you || rated m || chapter 2

a 1990s second-chance winter rom com

10000 thanks and all the love to @judasofsuburbia for beautiful beta work once again <33

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Here he is, doing everything but slink back to a town that ran him off, back to the diner he got kicked out of last night, like a dog with his tail between his legs. After running into Steve Harrington, of all people… Steve Harrington, who's standing behind the register of what's apparently the only diner in town. Eddie backpedals as soon as he catches a glimpse of him through the wide windows. Again? Does he have no life? Of course not, this is Hawkins. Eddie creeps around the edge and presses his nose to the glass, cupping his hands around his eyes to peer in at the empty diner. He huffs and turns away. Shoves his hands under his armpits and stamps his feet, scouring up and down the street for something, anything else. But there's nothing else around. Hawkins remains a barren fucking wasteland. So Eddie takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders and grits his teeth. Does his best to muster all his charm and prepare for battle, and pushes open the front door. The bell greets him merrily again. Steve does not. "We’re closed."  "Then you should lock your door," Eddie says, voice as chipper as he can manage.

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[kkpwnall]

the roads lead back to you || rated m || chapter 1

a 1990s second-chance winter rom com

huge shoutout, thanks, and all the love to @judasofsuburbia for beta'ing and squealing in the notes at me <33

[read on ao3]

Immediately after defeating Vecna in spring break of 1986, Eddie left Hawkins without a word and never looked back. Now, ten years later, he’s forced to come back to town, and he can’t seem to avoid the friends he left behind. Steve has spent the past ten years putting everything he has into keeping his ragtag family together and running the local diner, with almost no time for anything else. He’s been nursing a not-so-quiet grudge against Eddie since the day he left, so when he stumbles back into Steve’s life, he dredges up all the old feelings Steve thought he left behind years ago. In the winter of 1997, will they take another chance to start over or will the ice between them smother the spark?

snippet under the cut!

Diner Guy’s got a stately patrician nose that looks like it’s been broken at least once or twice and finally healed crooked. A jaw square enough to hang a picture off of. Stormy hazel eyes to die for, and moles dotted all over his face and neck, trailing tantalizingly down the collar of his sweater.

And there, in his right ear, a tiny golden hoop.

Eddie’s had dinner, but he always saves room for dessert.

“Hi there,” he says, leaning over the bar with a winning smile. 

The guy doesn’t even look up at him, just grunts. Like actually grunts, like some sort of caveman in cable knit and keeps wiping the already spotless counter. 

“I don’t think we’ve met,” he tries again. “I’m Eddie.”

That earns him a look. 

“I know.” Tall, Bronze, and Gorgeous deadpans. 

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[kkpwnall]

☕️ wip wednesday 🥞

going to get the wip wednesday train going because i am 🤏 this close to wrapping up ch2 of the roads lead back to you (my 90s winter second-chance romcom fic).

Eddie finishes the last bite of his pastry and steals a look at Steve, steels himself to ask, "You wouldn’t happen to know a good mechanic nearby, would ya? Or a tow truck that won't completely screw me over?" Steve looks up at him from where he’s filling a napkin dispenser. "What do you need a tow truck for?" "Uhh I locked my keys in the car?" Eddie can't keep the duh out of his voice. "It’s a rental, they won't exactly air lift me a new set of keys, and the car isn’t going to magically unlock itself so…" And yeah ok, he definitely earned that eye roll. "Last I remember, you had the perfect set of skills for something like this," Steve deadpans. "Well unfortunately I’m fresh out of wire hangers and bail money today," Eddie bites back. Steve just grunts and goes back to his napkin dispensers. On a better day, Eddie might imagine it was a snort, a chuckle, any sign of amusement. But it's just another shit day in this shit town, and he's at the end of his fucking rope.

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[kkpwnall]

wip wednesday: what are you doing new year's day 🎉

tagged by the ever-delightful @cuoredimuschio to start the new year off write right.

i've been working on a lil winter romcom i can't wait to share! i'm in editing-mode now, so probably no new sentences today, but here's a lil snippet from ch1:

Diner Guy’s got a stately patrician nose that looks like it's been broken at least once or twice and finally healed crooked. A jaw square enough to hang a picture off of. Stormy hazel eyes to die for, and moles dotted all over his face and neck, trailing tantalizingly down the collar of his sweater. And there, in his right ear, a tiny golden hoop. Eddie's had dinner, but he always saves room for dessert. "Hi there," he says, leaning over the bar with a winning smile.  The guy doesn’t even look up at him, just grunts. Like actually grunts, like some sort of caveman in cable knit and keeps wiping the already spotless counter.  "I don’t think we’ve met," he tries again. "I’m Eddie." That earns him a look.  "I know." Tall, Bronze, and Gorgeous deadpans. 

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[kkpwnall]

✍️ snippet sunday ✨

shoutout to my beloveds @fastcardotmp3 and @fragilecapric0rnn for the tag, big MWAH to you both

i was hoping to have chapter 2 of the roads lead back to you done this weekend but alas alack. so instead here's a little snippet to tide us over. picking up with Steve, who's a little distracted, for some reason.....

It’s the kind of day he should shut himself in the office or go up to the stock room and do inventory. But then he’d be even more alone with his thoughts than he already is.

The door bell chime, the kitchen window ding, the register jangle. The rhythms of the diner keep him from straying too far.

He catches himself a few times glaring out the window with his hands on his hips.

Each time he does, he makes himself go find something to deep clean, something to scrub, something that needs elbow grease.

But all thoughts of Eddie are driven completely out of his head the minute Dustin comes through the door.

He shouts and picks him up in a bear hug. Dustin’s toes skim the ground while he bats at Steve with his hands trapped at his sides.

"Put me down, put me down, you maniac!" Dustin shrieks in glee.

Their handshake has evolved over the years, but still ends in a lightsaber battle.

"What the hell are you doing here, man? You said you wouldn’t be in town til next week!"

"They gave me time off for good behavior."

"Well we both know that's a lie."

"Don't worry about it," Dustin tries to pacify him, "I got all my assignments and everything, nobody's even going to be around the rest of the week anyway."

“You’re the one paying to skip class,” Steve gripes.

Dustin just laughs and slides behind the counter, grabs his apron off the hook.

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