• My favorite characters are Steve, Eddie, and Dustin (fourth is Max)
• Fav ships are Steddie, Lumax, and Henderhop
• I have..3 fics(?) that are WIPS in my google docs vibing It’s like 5-6 now, I keep getting ideas-
This is my like..what, fourth blog? Making more so I can seperate from my main wolvesbane1 (lotta MCYT and general stuff) and have it more specifically themed.
Ahem.
Anyways!!
Please yap to me about fics and art and all sorts of things Stranger Things related!!
Since I can't draw tonight, here's a steddie prompt for you:
Steve runs away from home once he becomes eighteen because his home environment is absolutely toxic. It's all yelling, and spitting insults, and constantly hearing that he is such a disappointment, so he decides to hit the road and go some city away from everyone he knows and just start over. His trauma response to loud, aggressive spaces leads him to accept a job managing a school library.
And he finds out it is his dream job.
He sees all these teens studying, sharing glances, romances beginning, stress increasing as midterms come closer, annoyed faces, giggling girls gossiping, kids vandalizing his tables... And he feels an observant. A watcher.
And he imagines. He imagines their lives, the tall jock with the widest smile going soft for the sarcastic redhead. The quiet thing blossoming between tose two boys who give longing glances when the other is not looking. The oddest friendship between the meanest eleven year old he's ever met and the most cynical kid to ever set foot in that school. He sees and he imagines, but he's silent.
Because silence is a precious shield that protects his imagination. Silence will never hurt him.
His first real friendship begins in silence. This girl, Robin, passes him a note with a poor drawing of him falling asleep on his desk. It made him laugh. She laughed too. That was enough.
They play this game together in which they both exchanged the craziest theories they could think of about other people's lives.
That one is a Russian spy.
That one runs a secret lab.
That one has mind powers (okay, that was maybe too crazy).
That one is an former cop.
"That one is a rockstar," Robin said pointing an absurdly good looking guy that was checking out a couple of books.
"He does looks like one, though..."
Robin was going to reply when she noticed Steve's rosy cheeks. She just smiled. She noticed the guy looking briefly at them, and then he grinned.
"Metal is more my scene, but close enough," he said.
Shit.
The guy approached them and Robin, the traitor, bolted away. The guy, all dimples and soft hair lent Steve two books and his library card (Munson, Eddie), that he registered and gave back to him.
Steve tried hard not to be an awkward mess, he barely managed to.
"I do actually play in a band, uh, on Tuesdays," Eddie said. Steve looked at him with a twist in his stomach. "And today is Tuesday. So if you want to come, I would gladly buy you a drink."
Steve felt a lump in his throat, and looked down.
"Uh, I—I don't—"
"Oh, sorry, I just—"
"I don't do well with loud noises," Steve said quickly. "I'm sorry."
Eddie nodded.
"Good luck tonight," Steve said, not wanting to leave the conversation in a rejection. He pointed the book. "This one is really good."
"Have you read The Lord of the Rings?"
"Yeah," Steve smiled. "I've got time and silence here."
Eddie looked at him with something hidden in his pupils meant to be discovered by Steve.
Eddie left the library.
There were a few days and a lot of conversations with Robin about that Eddie guy. Steve let himself imagine again, about him. About Eddie. He fantasized a lot, ignoring deliberately the sting in his guts knowing that he blew up his chance.
Two weeks passed and Eddie was there to return the books again, with a small guitar case hanging in his back, and Steve tried his best not to look like a kicked puppy.
"I can do soft noises," Eddie said, out of the blue. It earned him a look from both Robin and Steve. "When do you, uh, have a break?"
"Right now," Robin chimed in, quickly. "He's having a break right now."
A few minutes later they were in the rooftop. They found a comfortable spot with the best views and Eddie took out an old and battered ukulele. Then he looked at Steve.
"I am not a silent person. I exist in noise, and busy environments, and awful high pitched laughs," he said with a smile. "I can't change that, but I can change the noise."
Eddie caressed the tiny guitar strings, and the sound sent goosebumps through all Steve's skin.
"I can change the noise for you," Eddie said, low and soft, and he started playing a song. "If you let me."
I keep wanting to write a cute little local theme park Steddie AU but all my brain can conjure up is Eddie tricking everyone he can to go into those squirrel cage rides with him.
The ones you can spin.
(Eddie is very good at making them spin.)
He tears through the Party and most of the related older teenagers despite elder Hellfire warnings, until he finally gets Steve to go with him--
And Steve is not only fine--but Steve knows how to spin the cages *faster*
Eddie's far too delighted to care hes been dethroned. Hes making Steve go on the ride with him over and over, demanding Steve teach him how to do it and Steve, completely and entirely unaffected by the ride because God clearly has his favorites, does.
(It takes Eddie four tries to kiss Steve on the lips when all is said and done, and hed be mad about that except he finally figured out Steve's method.)
Eddie is equally very aware of when his touchiness is accepted, being tolerated, or unwanted entirely.
Has accepted he will always be the first person to reach out, to break that barrier when it comes to friends vs foes--and that, for multiple reasons, people simply do not want to touch him first.
Until Steve Harrington.
Steve has no problems giving a shoulder pat, a high five, a playful shove. Doesn't even seem to realize he's doing it, it's so natural.
Eddie has always invaded every space he's entered but Steve invades right back, uncaring of how close they sit in a crowded car, how Eddie is practically on his lap while Steve tries to provide directions to Jonathan, his hand tightening on Eddie's hip when they hit a bump.
Hooks his fingers in the belt loop of Eddie's jeans, hauling him towards some store Steve's determined to go, the act so smooth it feels natural to be towed by him.
Leans against him at parties, so close they're practically holding each other up.
The more comfortable Steve gets the more confident he becomes in his manhandling, and Eddie is far too delighted to ever call him on it.
Hopes, with everything in him, that Steve never changes. That the inevitable angry hick that'll look at them walking too close together and decides to call them a slur won't chase Steve off, won't cause forced space between them.
Won't evict Eddie from a home he didn't know he needed, until Steve opened his arms and invited him to stay.
(Does not expect Steve to sling said arm over his shoulders and press a kiss against his head when Tommy Hagan drives by, yelling some shit about Steve and fairies.
He doesn't even get to comment on it, too busy experiencing six million emotions as Tommy's car swerves wildly and near crashes before righting itself and speeding off, Steve snickering in his ear.
"ignore him," Steve says, voice amused, lips practically tickling Eddie's ear, "He's just jealous."
"I don't think that was jealously, Steve." Eddie says when he manages to find his voice, still too shocked to move, half concerned Hagan's going to come back.
Steve leans on him just a little bit harder. "Trust me, it was." He says, and his voice sounds different, for a second, like he's--like he's flirting, and Eddie can't really process that either, but makes a damn good attempt right up until the group catches up.
Steve let's him go to catch Robin up to speed, making fun of Hagan while he does it and for a second Eddie's left behind.
Then a hand reaches back, grabs the front of his vest.
Steve tugs once, without even bothering to look back and Eddie goes.
Is pretty sure he will always go, in fact, if only to get another teasing little kiss.)
Steddie but the person with insane holiday traditions is Steve and Eddie has all the normal ones.
See Eddie had Wayne, which means they did unusual (read: poor people) things, depending on the holiday in question, but there was always warm colored lights hung up at Christmas and a scraggly tree they may or may not have just taken out the woods themselves in the corner of the trailer.
There was never a full Thanksgiving feast, but there were deli turkey slices, leftovers from the potluck the poor souls stuck working the holiday at the plant had thrown together, and all sorts of small things that made life a little better, brighter.
Steve Harrington on the other hand, hailed from a home that celebrated beige Christmas.
1980s beige Christmas.
Where the decor came only in shades of white, brown and, if Steve was lucky, dark green.
November and December were filled with phrases like, “Don’t touch that, Steven,” “Remember, we’re hosting your father’s business partners for dinner tonight, Steven,” and, “For god’s sake Steven, put the pudding down and leave the caterers alone!”
Steve, who was practically born to be the loving father in a Christmas commercial even at the tender age of 8, refused to let this get him down.
So he made his own traditions. Picked a random tree in the woods and decorated it with whatever things he could find--popcorn strands and whatever ornaments he could pilfer from one of the many professionally decorated trees around the house.
Infultrated a random group of carolers and stayed with them until they either noticed and kicked him out, or just let him come along for the hell of it.
Made yearly trips to the animal shelter after the unfortunate year his mother was in charge of coordinating a charity gala there, losing her mind because the lobby of the place was quote unquote "too shabby."
Steve had wandered into the back, and they found him several hours later, providing Christmas cuddles to all the dogs.
"I get that you're like some sort of deprived lead in a Hallmark movie," Eddie teased him, their very first Christmas together, "but I'm drawing the line at entering a gift wrapping contest."
"That's fine Eds, I've seen your wrapping. You'd have made us lose." I Steve shot back, gathering his supplies.
Running out of tape was a rookie mistake, and after three near-misses in five years, he wasn’t about to let something that stupid ruin his shot at the win.
"Hey!" Eddie gasped, a hand flying to clutch at imagined pearls. "I'm an excellent wrapper, thank you!"
"You hid Dustin's present in a bush last year."
"Yeah, because scavenger hunts are fun!"
Steve made a show of rolling his eyes, Eddie loudly defending his chosen method of present disposal before ending on;
"Besides, I'd be happy to help if you did something fun."
"Something fun," Steve mocks, as he begins shoving his materials into bags. "Like I haven't been inviting you out to do all kinds of fun things. But,"
He got the word in fast, before Eddie could loudly proclaim something stupid about how helping the local theater make sets for their yearly rendition of a Christmas Carol wasn't fun., or something else ridiculous, "I do have one tradition I know you'd like."
"Oh?" Eddie leaned a hip on the bed, one eyebrow raising in challenge. "And what is that?"
"Breaking into places and hanging mistletoe in as many obnoxious places as we can."
Here, Steve reached into a bag hidden on the side of his bed, pulling out one of several nicely bundled plants to dangle in front of his boyfriend. "I was thinking of starting with the police station."
A grin burst across Eddie's face, eyes lighting up as he reached out for the greenery.
"Finally, a good tradition of yours!" He crowed, only to pout when Steve shot his hand up before Eddie could grab it.
"Keep saying that and I'll make you go to my parents house Christmas day." Steve threatened.
He grabbed a hold of Eddie's jacket with his free hand, yanking him ever so slightly forward, so that the mistletoe he held now sat above their heads.
Gave the metalhead a very smug grin.
"Now would you look at that. My first victim."
"Yeah, yeah, shut up and kiss me already" Eddie teased, but leaned in anyway so Steve could do just that.
(And maybe it lead to a little more than just kissing, and Steve got so distracted he almost missed his contest but it was all worth it in the end, because as it turns out, Eddie had pilfered keys to half the town.
There was so much mistletoe they ended up on the news, Steve beaming when Eddie framed the newspaper article.
"See? My tradition are fun." He peacocked, and Eddie let him, because fuck it.
