This was requested by @paintdriesfaster and honestly? I think it fits in several headcannons when it comes to Steddie. Thanks so much!
Steddie, 32 - Made You Look by Meghan Trainor
~2~
Steve didn’t know what had come over him since he started dating Eddie.
Ever since he’d let his walls down and let in the other bisexual teen in about the whole town after the heat died down and wounds healed as best they could without a registered psychologist in Hawkins, he’d noticed a complete 180 in the way he looked at the latter.
Before, when he had been a prick let’s not lie, he’d never liked Eddie’s style. It was too loud, all brash and tacky for that version of him and the people he called his friends…but now, it was the best thing about him.
In fact, Eddie could make anything look good. Whether it was making a scene at one of Corroded's gigs or just lounging back at Steve’s house or the too-small trailer that he loved so much, Eddie just looked…edible, for lack of a better word.
He didn’t know exactly what started it, this obsession with his boyfriend. Could it have been Eddie’s lace up high heeled boots that strut across the Hawkins Hall stage?
Could it have been the numerous faded band t-shirts he slept in and came out to have coffee in the mornings with his hair all messed up in the bun it used to be in the night before?
Maybe it was the way he barely filled out Steve’s hoodies and jackets, the fabric clinging onto him like a scarecrow and yet, it just made Steve want to undress him all the same.
He even looked good with nothing on, scars and all. Most people’s necks would break, but Steve’s wouldn’t.
Eddie seemed to know it as well, for every time he caught Steve’s eye, there was a smirk or a stretch showing skin or a flutter of the eyes. He didn’t know Gucci or Louis Vitton or anything, just had to breathe. It was infuriating…and amazing.
It also made him do something he hadn’t done in a long time since Nancy.
Mattfoggy, they don't meet @Columbia and instead Daredevil takes an interest in Foggy and "just happens " to always find useful evidence for his cases
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” Matt says, because he thinks it might make Foggy laugh; he’s only mildly disappointed when Foggy just jumps and swears softly under his breath.
“I think maybe you’ve got to stop lurking in the darkness, dude,” he says, sounding more amused than scared as his heartbeat settles down. “Do you--have something for me? Or is this a social call?”
“A trade, I think,” Matt says, fishing a flash drive out of his suit, feeling dumb for being scared about this and not all the actual dangerous crime fighting he finished up just a few minutes ago. “Didn’t you promise me a kiss last time?”
Thankyou to @ucannotkillmeinawaythatmatters for every single one of these. My playlist (and writer's block) thanks you!
#1 - Steddie, 15 (Outsiders by Against The Current)
#2 - First Prince, 24 (Freezing by Mimi Webb)
#3 - Narlie, 89 (Bois Lie (feat. Machine Gun Kelly) by Avril Lavigne)
~1~
Steve never thought being disowned would be a good thing. The Harringtons, his ancestors, had been privileged, a working family made of old money that had built most of Hawkins's buildings and even owned them one time or another.
Steve had expectations put upon him, a legacy and worse, the family name to live up to and while he’d never done a decent job of it, losing it was a new experience. He’d do it all over again if it meant Eddie would still take him like he already has.
God, Eddie. Eddie was a true outsider to Steve when they first met, now they’re sharing a bed and a life Steve only glimpsed in teenage angst fueled dreams, Steve now being nameless and Eddie fearing people still, both damaged beyond repair.
They had always felt alone and unloved in the world, everyone around them golden while they trudged through black and blue and hurting till now. Now, when every broken bone Eddie once had below the surface has healed and Steve no longer has to tell lies to save his reputation or live in broken walls that never held him as tightly as Eddie does when they’re sleeping in Wayne’s trailer late at night as the moon shines through the trees.
They might be outsiders now, Steve a rebel and Eddie still a freak, but they’re free. They aren’t hiding anymore, their true selves out in the open for all to see.
The others/ They don’t know what they’re missing.
~2~
Alex has never felt so cold in his life in this moment and he’s been in England, his face a mask of indifference as he views the recent call list on his phone to see Henry’s WhatsApp number in a list of the same digits going on for endless scrolling before it disappears.
The Latino never thought he would have to be the cold one in the relationship. He’d tried, he’d /tried/ to put up with Henry, but the constant rules, the hiding, it was too much.
He couldn’t keep sneaking behind everyone’s back just to get his cock sucked every one in a while before he was ruthlessly tossed like trash away from the prince and told to pretend like nothing happened. They weren’t together, yet Henry acts so plainly like they were and it makes him hurt under the ice he’s put over his emotions.
At one point, Alex had fallen for that delusion, yes, he’ll admit that, but he’d seen though it now - how Henry only called when no one was around and made sure everyone was none the wiser and not getting a hint, any hint, that him and Alex were more than the “close personal friends” that they were made to be.
Henry said the last time they saw each other in Paris, when Alex instead of making love to him pushed him away, that everybody makes mistakes, but Alex knew that this “mistake” could hit hard and hurt other people than just them. It makes his decision to tell him point blank that he’s leaving, come home, shut that door and swallow the keys even more brutal, but he had to. Not just for Henry to get the hint that he wanted more, deserved more, but so Henry would see with a push that living his life in the shadows and on other people’s opinions and time weren’t worth it.
It more than likely looked like Alex ran for the hills or in more proper terms, abandoned ship to the other, given he’s not answering his calls and declining his invitations, but he had to be ruthless. It was cold, so very goddamn cold and very not like him in retrospect, but he had to do like Henry had - cage his heart for the foreseeable future and work on his mother’s campaign without interruption and without Henry’s continued commentary on his life.
It wasn’t just cold anymore once he closed his phone - it was downright freezing.
~3~
Normally, Charlie Spring doesn’t like to get into fights. Much less fights that he didn’t expect to even get into in the first place, but now he’s here, broken objects around him and the current villain - his supposed to be boyfriend Nick Nelson - looming over the other side of the room as they both breathe heavily, cheeks stained red and tears on both their faces, a blowout fight having commenced due to several factors.
First of all, Charlie cheated on him. Yes, he knows that’s horrible and shameful it’s all on him, but it’s really not given Nick was no fucking saint either. The man had a tongue like a razor blade and lately, had been lying straight to his face about several things, the comments and passive responses feeling like Nick was twisting a knife into his back and carving his name all over Charlie like he was owned and not loved like he had been. Like he used to be.
On top of that, Charlie had become anxious of late and had to make up little stories in order to cover up everything he’d been doing off to the side, due to Nick just obviously not caring for him anymore despite pretending to be faithful and forthright with him, just telling him what he wants and weaving words to create magic in Charlie’s ears before it disappears and leaves him hollow. Charlie wanted revenge and he’d gotten it, the only problem with it was that with telling the truth, the illusion shatters.
Last night had been a particularly bad spell, as that’s what had led to now - Charlie’s guilt making him talk way too much and no longer able to continue doing “fake shit” as Nick had coined it during the hours-long row that had now put them in a standoff where they had no idea where to go from because both of them never told each other the truth, neither of them saying sorry and throwing everything in their way to avoid it.
Soon enough, Nick, heavy with regret and hunched over with the pains of sadness and guilt of losing his patience and knowing he’s caused all of this (though Charlie’s sure his friends would say Charlie was the bad guy while his own would say Nick was) stares him down and Charlie watches forlorn as he leaves the room, the sound of the door slamming upstairs making his heart stop with it’s echo and suffer before he falls to the floor, the remnants of what was happiness and acceptance in pieces around him.
It doesn’t take a genius for someone like him to know that life as he knows is over for good.
Matt’s feeling a little too damsel in distress when Foggy, who can fucking fly apparently, deposits him on a rooftop and floats up after what sounds like a really dramatic action movie happens below.
“So,” he says, trying to act casual and unimpressed, leaning into Foggy’s body which is warm and somewhat out of breath but--immensely comforting. “How did you get this gig? Is there an application process?”
Foggy’s laugh is sweet and Matt’s smiling when Foggy asks, “Do you have an unexpected superpowers reveal in the cards, too?”
