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Day 9 (ClichĂŠ) - @hollanovmicrofic - 600 words
âSo...Ilya Rozanov?â
Shane resists the urge to roll his eyes. There had been a lot of objectively terrible aftermath to the Fanmail incident - his team shunning him, the Internet harassing him, the Commissioner putting a target on his back - all for his choice of partner. In a way, Shane realizes, heâd spent so long catastrophizing about this exact outcome that he felt weirdly prepared for the fallout.
But what he hadnât anticipated was the same type of scrutiny from his loved ones. The small circle of people around him who were so sorry that he was outed and swore to support him through everything - except for the Ilya Rozanov of it all.
Shane knows his fiancĂŠ has a reputation. When all was said and done, years of blurry videos of Ilya draped over women at clubs and interview clips of him chirping every player in the league whose name he could be assed to remember didn't lend itself to the best public image. But it was only Shane who paid attention to the fact that Ilya hadn't gone home with someone in years. It was only Shane who knew that Ilya now spent his drunk nights on call with his fiancĂŠ giggling about how he was going to kiss every freckle on his face the next time they saw each other.
Rose had found out alongside the rest of the world. In hindsight, Shane really does wish he'd gotten the chance to tell her on his own terms, considering there was a brief period in time where she'd unknowingly been caught up in their decade-long game of cat and mouse. But what's done is done, and now Shane's sipping wine on the couch in her posh L.A. apartment, wishing that he didn't have to defend his future husband's character for what felt like the hundredth time that week.
"I know it might not make sense to you now, but I promise once you get to know him-"
"Oh that's not what I meant," Rose cuts in with a wave of her hand, clutching her own wine glass closer as she drags her legs up onto the couch, "If you love him that much, he must be a good guy."
"Oh." Shane responds, more than a little taken aback, "Yeah, he's- he's really good to me, Rose."
"That's so sweet," she coos, "I'm really proud of you. And don't look so surprised, I know better than anyone how much the media loves to twist things."
Shane winces as he thinks back to the article he had just seen last week, claiming that her dinner out with a director friend of hers was Rose's attempt to sleep her way into a role in his upcoming film. It always angered him how people on the Internet spoke about her, even when they were together.
"So then...what's the problem with Ilya Rozanov?"
"There's no problem with him," she giggles, wobbling a bit as she leans forward, "It's just a little clichĂŠ, isn't it?"
Shane blinks down at his glass. Maybe he's had too much to drink.
Rose continues, "Like, you're pitted against this guy from the very start. Sworn enemies - all anyone can talk about is how much you hate each other. And out of allll the people in the world you could fall in love with, it ends up being him? That stuff's textbook, Hollander."
"I guess so," he says, pulling his own knees up to his chest, "Maybe they'll make a movie about us someday."
"They'll call it Stick Handlers!"
"Ok, that might be enough wine for tonight."
my proof of life for right now is this draft of the fic Iâm working on for STMMM26 that fills 6 different prompts (1: Knotting, 14: Age Gap, 16: Rejection Sickness, 17: Pregnancy, 29: Scent Marking, 30: First Times) inspired by an old postđ
i'm telling you the truth
After the worst thing that could have happened almost happened, they smoke, sleep, and regroup. A follow-up to the one where Steve's in the band. ao3 || last chapter || from the beginning
Chapter 4
The expanse of the Harrington attic never ceased to amaze Eddie.
Windows lined the walls, bathing the near-empty space in natural light. Crystals that had belonged to Teresaâs mother hung in the windows, sending a kaleidoscope of colours climbing up the walls and down the length of the massive room.Â
The back wall, closest to the stairs and void of any windows, housed a handful of steamer trunks and several stacks of boxes. Two dressers sat on opposite sides of the wall, covered by large swaths of pale, fraying-edged linen.
Thankfully, Steve and his family had a proclivity for labelling boxes, opposed to Eddieâs nonexistent filing systems.Â
How had there been enough curtains to get a box of their own? Eddie had stopped asking questions somewhere around the third full linen closet in the hallway that Steve and his parents shared. Regardless, the tidily labelled and sorted boxes had been appreciated when Eddie found a handful of heavy cotton curtains that would fit the windows in the garage. He held the plain white fabric up to the light, nodding to himself when he could only see light behind it.
His head snapped towards the attic door at the sound of the garage door rolling open.
Eddie grabbed the box, lugging it down to the ground floor in time to watch the garage door fly open. Based on the way Steve blew in the door, not bothering to wait for the rest of the group, Eddie had a feeling things didn't go well. Immediately, he followed. âYou okay?â he asked, box long forgotten in the foyer. âHarrington!â
i'm telling you the truth
After the worst thing that could have happened almost happened, they smoke, sleep, and regroup. A follow-up to the one where Steve's in the band. ao3 || last chapter || from the beginning
Chapter 4
The expanse of the Harrington attic never ceased to amaze Eddie.
Windows lined the walls, bathing the near-empty space in natural light. Crystals that had belonged to Teresaâs mother hung in the windows, sending a kaleidoscope of colours climbing up the walls and down the length of the massive room.Â
The back wall, closest to the stairs and void of any windows, housed a handful of steamer trunks and several stacks of boxes. Two dressers sat on opposite sides of the wall, covered by large swaths of pale, fraying-edged linen.
Thankfully, Steve and his family had a proclivity for labelling boxes, opposed to Eddieâs nonexistent filing systems.Â
How had there been enough curtains to get a box of their own? Eddie had stopped asking questions somewhere around the third full linen closet in the hallway that Steve and his parents shared. Regardless, the tidily labelled and sorted boxes had been appreciated when Eddie found a handful of heavy cotton curtains that would fit the windows in the garage. He held the plain white fabric up to the light, nodding to himself when he could only see light behind it.
His head snapped towards the attic door at the sound of the garage door rolling open.
Eddie grabbed the box, lugging it down to the ground floor in time to watch the garage door fly open. Based on the way Steve blew in the door, not bothering to wait for the rest of the group, Eddie had a feeling things didn't go well. Immediately, he followed. âYou okay?â he asked, box long forgotten in the foyer. âHarrington!â
"Eddie's crying about pigeons again," Robin sighed as she left the frigid wind outside the studio.
Steve rolled his eyes. "Where is he?"
"He won't get out of the van."
"I'll go talk to him. He was crying about them this morning too but it turned out he was just hungry.â
Robin smirked. "This morning?"
Which like. Fuck. That slip was going to beâŚtricky.
"Iâthere'sâ" he tried. He sighed. It was pointless. He was caught. So. He chose boldness and his arms defiantly. "Yeah. This morning."
"Well," she smirked, gesturing to the parking lot. "Get out there, white knight. But for the record? Good job."
He rolled his eyes again, secretly pleased.
In the van, Eddie had his head in his hands, clearly trying to master himself. He looked up when the door opened.
"Oh god," he groaned. "She sent you out here?"
"Well. I mean. Again, Eddie?"
"I was just educating her about how we fucking abandoned them!"
"I know,â Steve said soothingly.
"Forgotten fucking heros. We sent them to war, and now? We call them sky rats. They don't know how to even care for themselves! They come to us for help, Steve!"
"I know Eds. Pizza or burrito?" he asked, ignoring Eddie's scowl and opening his bag. "I have leftovers of both.â
Eddie took the pizza he was offered and shoved way too much into his mouth.
âUnrelated,â Steve said, breathless, âI think I might have accidentally told Robin weâre together.â
Eddie froze.
âShe already knew,â Steve rushed. âI think, anyway. It's Robin. And. Weâre not subtle.â
Eddie rubbed his face with both hands as he finished chewing, but he was smirking now and the pigeon panic seemed to have subsided.
"I didn't mean to," Steve continued, unable to wait Eddie out. "It just came out. I mentioned this morning and then she looked at me, and I panicked. I could see it in her face. She knew we're a thing. Whichâwait...shit. Are we a thing? I mean, I think we are, but."
"Stevie," Eddie said gently. "Baby. Breathe."
Steve stopped, jaw slack, and watched Eddie pick at the pizza again, silent. But he smiled wide as he tilted his head toward Steve.
"You're not upset?" Steve asked, baffled. "Because we should have talked about it, and if this is too fast, and if I just completely screwed this up, I canâ"
"Okay," Eddie interrupted. "First of all, I'm flattered you panic-announced me. Very romantic. Very you."
Steve huffed a laugh that died halfway through.
"Second," Eddie went on, "sorry I'm not reacting to this news with the appropriate excitement. I'm really hungry."
Steve stared at him. "You're not freaking out at all?"
"Oh, I'm freaking out internally," Eddie teased. "But my stomach has control of the emotions right now."
He took a second bite of cold pizza, chewed, then softened when he saw Steve still frozen, one hand on the door handle like he might bolt.
"Hey," Eddie said around the mouthful, quieter now. "I like you. I like that you told someone. It's all good."
Steve exhaled, long and shaky, like he'd been holding his breath since the word âtogetherâ had left his mouth.
"Okay," he said. "Okay. That's...yeah. Okay."
Eddie smiled. "Steve. We're good. But, you have to listen to me talk about pigeons for five more minutes in exchange for outing me."
He didn't even protest, just laughed and stole Eddie's crust.
"They delivered love letters in wars, Steven. They saved lives. And now people kick them. I just...god..."
"I really should not have let you go to the science center with Dustin."
"They remember faces and they mate for life. And we just...stole their jobs and threw them away."
"Alright, let's get you inside. I don't think this is gonna be a cold pizza in the van sort of problem."
Eddie reached out and grabbed Steve by the back of the neck, resting their foreheads together.
"Thanks for never treating anyone like they're disposable. Even when you were an asshole. Never that."
And Steve's heart stopped beating for a moment, finally understanding the place this particular Munson softness originated. It was always sudden, and Steve was never ready, these moments of clarity. He wanted to wrap Eddie into a small ball that he could tuck inside his chest, just to keep him safe there. Forever.
Steve breathed out, let the words tumble even though they felt too real, too vulnerable. âYou are precious and kind, and I will never let anyone take your job and throw you away. Even if you steal French fries."
Eddie pushed away and laughed, kissing Steve sure and quick as he leapt from the van. Steve was pretty sure he's never going to be able to recover from the journey that is loving this man.
Which was pretty great, all pigeons considered.
So It Goes, So It Goes, So It Goes
Come one, come all to another edition of "fics I'll probably never write". This one's a Steddie AU based on Noah Kahan's Porch Light in which Eddie survived and he and Steve got close.
And there was a moment where it became heartbreakingly clear that Steve was falling for Eddie. (Because Steve never knew how to love casually, it was always all in, always reaching greedily for what he missed out on from his absent parents, desperate and hungry for connection, for someone to love him the way he loved them.)
And Eddie ran. (Because Eddie is a coward. That's what he tells himself again and again when he makes the worst choices, when he takes the easy way out, doing anything to keep the mask in place, to protect himself from real, genuine risk.)
Eddie leaves town, doesn't tell anyone but Wayne, does everything he can to cut contact. He makes it out and then gets discovered and makes it big, the next huge name in metal music. The charismatic lead of a group that's becoming famous beyond their musical genre. And he's living a rockstar life, reckless and wild and pretending this is better than what he maybe could have had.
Steve stayed in Hawkins. At first he told himself it was for the kids, and when they got older, finished high school, started leaving, he told himself someone had to stay in case the Upside Down ever came back. It doesn't matter how many times El and Will promise him it's gone, really, truly. It's his excuse. Nancy left years ago, Jonathon is in California with Argyle. Even Erica is off at Stanford getting a fancy law degree. Robin stuck around as long as she could but she needed more than Hawkins too, although she's closer than everyone else, just a few hours away in Chicago.
And Steve is still fucking there, resigned to abandonment. Which, he knows that's stupid - everyone would welcome him where ever they are, be delighted to help him leave town for good. (Well, almost everyone. Not the one person he hoped to leave with, years and years ago. Someone he had started building a life with in his head, only for them to vanish without a word in the dead of night rather than stick around after Steve tried to confess.)
So Steve is stuck, frozen, working another dead end job without his platonic soulmate or his kids. Sometimes he'll go over to the Sinclair's for Sunday dinner. Share a cigarette with Joyce on her porch, or a drink with Hopper at the quarry. Visit Claudia Henderson and sit for a while with Mews the Third in his lap while she gossips about the newest small-town hospital drama. Go to Benny's with Wayne Munson and talk about the latest game.
And then Eddie does something stupid. To be fair, he's been doing stupid things for a while and it's all been fine. Ish. But this time it's worse, an overdose that nearly kills him and makes national news. And Wayne, who knows his nephew and now knows Harrington well enough to put together some pieces, lays down the law. Eddie will be coming back to Hawkins and staying until- well, he doesn't really say. His tone is enough for Eddie to guess the goal is sobriety.
(Wayne wants that for Eddie, too. But mostly he just wants him to let himself be loved by possibly the best man Wayne's ever met. Which is odd as hell, considering Wayne knew Harrington Sr and hated his guts. Somehow Steve ended up nothing like his asshole of a father, and Wayne thanks a god he doesn't quite believe in anymore for the kind heart the boy has beating in his chest.)
And all that means that Eddie and Steve keep running into each other and Eddie has to face the devastation he left behind him, while Steve tries his hardest to be both supportive and there for his friend and not let his feelings get in the way.
Anyway, go listen to this fucking song and be absolutely destroyed the same way I was, if you feel up to it.
(Yes, this would have a happy ending if I ever actually wrote it. But first it would hurt so insanely good.)
Begging for Steddie writers to lock the fuck in with Stobin. I can't keep reading 10/10 fics only to have to mentally take points away for the lack of Stobin platonic soulmates representation đ
best of the weekâĄ
⢠Lost in the promise you made by Sadstateofaffairs | Steve Harrington can't wait to relax and celebrate with his baby girl in the week prior to her Lake Como wedding. He won't let anything ruin it. Not even the presence of his ex husband.
important tags:Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, they have a daughter!, Getting Back Together.
⢠Eddie Munson's Book of Grievances by ArgentumCivitas, Little_Annie | 40,000 words from Eddie's diary.
important tags:Imagined Backstory, diary entries.
⢠how i wasted my time before you by asbealthgn | Not that Eddie would ever be into Harrington. Imagine the mess.
important tags:Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Teachers, Slow Burn.
⢠don't go home without me by itachtea, kalvar | au where everyone has the last words their soulmate will say to them written on their wrist.
important tags:Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Happy Ending.
⢠i only want to share it with you by asbealthgn | âHey, did you know Eddie is my boyfriend?â
important tags:Hurt/Comfort, idiots to lovers, Domestic Fluff
ao3 does in fact have a reccomendations tab and it's called going to your favorite author's bookmarks list
Does anyone have that one steddie fic series where every fic has the name of a month and they have that really toxic situationship going on? Last one I read was called September I think, and Steve had a new boyfriend.
Paper Hearts Part 1
Remember how my posting schedule was going to be based on strictly vibes from now on? Yeah this is why. I have three chapters of this completed and only two of most everything else because I hurt my right wrist on Wednesday evening (I think I overextended my elbow and it fucked up the tendons in my wrist, because I've done that before on my arm and it feels like that).
So instead of getting more work done on stuff that is literally paragraphs away from the end of the chapter I'm having to tap into my backlog. Which is what it's for. But it is annoying.
I am also aware it's nearly May, but my muse was never one for sense.
Summary: Hawkins High is selling paper hearts to help raise for senior prom. $3 for red romantic hearts and $1 for pink friendship hearts. Steve hasn't dated anyone since the horrific breakup with Nancy on Halloween and so he decides that he's going to send pink hearts to senior girls who wouldn't normally get any hearts at all. When Eddie hears about this he can't help be intrigued. It goes against his very well curated Munson Doctrine. But as events keep throwing them together, Eddie learns there is more to King Steve then meets the eye.
Also a note: the use of the other's last name when it's their point of view is deliberate. As they get to know each other more, the more first names get used.
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Three Cheers for Toby the Tiger! Part 1
Welcome to yet another new story for yours truly! This was another one of those stories that had been percolating for awhile and only recently started writing.
This is just me projecting a friend of mine from middle school who was a theater kid, played several instruments, and had done gymnastics and tumbling on to Eddie Munson. He was the school mascot and was constantly doing jumps and flips off tables and shit. And to me that just screams Eddie to me.
Summary: Eddie's already failed his senior once. And the second go round isn't off to a great start either. So the basketball coach and PE teacher Coach Rowland gives Eddie an ultimatum: either join a sports team or fail PE and high school again. Everyone expects the swim or track teams. But Eddie has a surprise up his sleeve.
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âMr. Munson!â Coach Rowland called out as Eddie tried to sneak out of PE yet again. âYou get your ass in my office in five minutes or Iâll flunk you out right!â
Eddie winced. He knew he needed the credit to graduate from high school but they were doing rope climbing today and he wasnât about to have a bunch of jocks mock his form or whatever. He let out a heavy sigh and trudged back into the gym.
He sat in one of the smelly chairs in front of the coachâs desk, resigned. He slouched as far down as he could and glared at the stupid little hockey player bobble-head as if it was the cause of all his problems.
âI know that PE isnât for everyone,â Coach Rowland huffed as he sat down across from Eddie, âand I know that itâs specifically not for you. But I cannot just hand you a grade and let you pass.â
Steve having a crush on the guy who runs the kids DnD group so he does stuff like helps them paint figures and showing up early to pick them up to give himself a chance to be charming. But Eddie thinks everything he does is some way of asserting his claim as the kids favorite and reacts to all of it with âugh Harringtonâs such an asshole I hate that mfâ
Diversion
Pre-Steddie | T | ~3.3k | AO3 link
Featuring: Angst and Fluff, Hopeful Ending, Post-Stranger Things 2, High School, Brave & Protective Steve Harrington, Eddie Has a Crush on Steve, Smoking, Skipping Class, Getting to Know Each Other, Pre-Relationship, POV Eddie Munson
Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Choking (not the sexy kind), Homophobic Language, Billy Hargrove is His Own Warning
Eddieâs done it now. Crossed a line. Hargrove genuinely looks like he might murder Eddie on the spot, and nobody is doing anything to stop him. He tries to struggle, tries to pry Billyâs arm off of his neck, but to no avail; that only makes him press down harder. Eddieâs lungs start to burn, his muscles growing weak, vision going dark. Heâs completely fucked. And then, a voice booms over the ruckus, from behind the crowd of jocks, causing everyone to look around to its source. It sounds vaguely familiar. âMunson! That green piece of shit van yours?â Eddie's mouth gets him in serious trouble; thankfully, out of nowhere, Steve Harrington intervenes in a rather creative way. Written for @steddielovemonth day 10 prompt: locker
In hindsight, Eddie should have kept his mouth shut and kept walking, right past Billy Hargrove. But he was already in a terrible mood. The day started with him getting another F in Math, for forgetting his homework, which heâd actually fucking spent two hours on last night dammit and then left it on his desk. Then at lunch, his coke can exploded on his shirt, thankfully black, but it still left him damp and sticky and incredibly annoyed.
And now, fucking Hargrove, yapping the most insane bullshit to a small crowd of his devoted bootlickers from the basketball team.
âThere he goes, the fucking pervert of Forest Hills! Dâyou guys wanna know what I witnessed this morning? So Iâm walking to my car, and I happen to glance at Munsonâs trailer, and seriously, I thought Iâd puke. Thereâs the Freak, in the window, buck naked, swinging his ugly dick around. There are children all âround, mind you, all heading to school. My little sister could have seen! Absolutely disgusting, Iâm telling you.â
Eddie stops in his tracks, his face burning. What the fuck kind of crap for brains was this guy born with? Itâs complete bullshit, obviously. Eddie doesnât exactly remember this morning, heâs usually barely conscious until heâs had coffee, and maybe his blinds were open when he was getting dressed, but Hargroveâs insinuations are absolutely unhinged. Eddieâs blood boils, and he makes a very stupid, very reckless, decision to turn around and speak up.
âDid you get a good look then, Billy?â
recommendations of the week
⢠Heart of Glass by GreenGalaxies96 | Steve is depressed and becomes a camp counsellor, soon he realises he's bisexual and in love with Eddie Munson.
important tags: angst with happy ending, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Summer Camp
⢠you've got that edge by asbealthgn | Eddie needs a plus one to his ex's wedding. Fortunately Steve is right there and more than willing to pose as Eddie's new boyfriend
important tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Famous Eddie Munson
⢠If you need me, dear, Iâm the same as I was by ineedsleep66 | Eddie's just shitting his pants about being back in Hawkins again and seeing the whole family together for the first time in a decade... he's also hoping Steve is single.
important tags: Future Fic, Steve is max's dad, Found Family
⢠Over my Heart, Under Hawkins by Box_OMoths | Ever since 1983, Steve knew he was bound to be injured and/or SEE people get injured but what he did not account for was discovering possibly the biggest secret he'd have to keep. And it wasn't even his own. It was Eddie 'the freak' Munson's.
important tags: Trans Eddie Munson, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort
⢠i know what you want from me by hyxzw | After two years of getting rejected from college, and totaling nineteen of disappointing his father, Steve Harrington decides to finally reclaim his life by spending the summer kissing Eddie Munson.
important tags:Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fake/Pretend Relationship
^ I hate Steve's parents