PrincessOfTheCrystal
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Steve leans against the side of the boathouse and lets Eddie fumble with the cheap Bic lighter for a minute before he clears his throat and says, “You want a light?”
It's hard to read his tone. There's a bitter, suspicious, self-defensive part of Eddie that wants to lash out, but instead he grips the lighter until the plastic creaks and says, “Sure. If you have one.”
“Yeah.” Steve digs in his pocket and comes up with a nice Zippo. He doesn't hand it to Eddie; instead, he flicks the flame on and holds it out for him to lean down, and there's an intimacy to it that Eddie wasn't quite expecting. Like one of those old Leyendecker paintings. He imagines this tableau sketched out in clean art deco lines: the prom king and the freak. A study in contrasts.
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Or: In which Eddie survives the Upside Down, and Steve Harrington turns out to be nothing like he expects.
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- Part 1 of dance in the dark of night
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There’s an old photo, grainy, electric, legend now, of Steve Harrington with bloodied gums and a grin like a threat. His mouth is split open in something too sharp to be joy, and his eyes burn with the kind of defiance that could level cities. Like he’d set the world on fire just to prove it couldn’t touch him.
Eddie remembers. He'd seen it.
Punk was a snarl. Punk was a fist through the drywall. Punk was angry in a way that felt like home. It howled when he couldn't speak, let him bite down when the self hatred frothed up too hot. It didn’t ask him to be okay, it dared him to be furious.
That picture, really, had redrawn the entire trajectory of Eddie's life, lit the fuse on something that had been quietly smoldering in him for years.
Pity Steve Harrington had turned out to be such a fucking sellout.
(or: the early 2010's punk au)
Bookmarked by PrincessOfTheCrystal
31 Jul 2026
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Steve n'était pas un bon alpha, alors il se cachait derrière un masque d'indifférence, essayant de tenir les morceaux de sa vie en place afin que rien ne s'écroule, suivant le mouvement, les attentes et, malheureusement, les idées stupides et cruelles de ses meilleurs amis, Tommy et Carol.
Eddie n'avait jamais appris à être un bon omega, trop occupé à faire semblant d'être un alpha.
De toute façon, personne ne voudrait d'Eddie Munson, le taré, le monstre.Et puis Tommy et Carol demandèrent à Steve de faire une blague à Munson, le poussant à le courtiser pour mieux le lâcher quand il serait tombé dans ses bras.
Aucun d'eux ne pouvait prévoir les sentiments qui en ressortiraient.OU BIEN
J'en ai marre de lire des histoires A/B/O où le potentiel de critique des préjugés sur les genres et le sexe est sous exploité, alors j'ai craqué et j'ai commencé ça.
Parce que ni notre genre ni notre sexe ne devrait définir notre personnalité ou nos actes.
Parce que ces préjugés nous forcent à être ce que l'on n'est pas, nous poussent à faire des erreurs. -
The Adventures of Eddie Munson, Cheerleader by bookworm1805
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
24 Sep 2022
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Hawkins Indiana, January 1985
The moment the basketball players walked into the gym, all hell broke loose.
Curses were spat. Teenagers whispered in scandalized tones as their nikes squeaked over the polished wood floor. Prayers were chanted. Somewhere across town, a baby probably cried.
Eddie Munson grinned.
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Eddie borrows Chrissy Cunningham’s spare cheerleading uniform as a prank. The ensuing chaos tips his entire world on its head, for the better.
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- Part 1 of The Jock and the Cheerleader
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A Necklace Made Of Flowers From The Trash Can by Nicotine_phantom
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
05 May 2026
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“Nance?”
Wheeler stills with her hand on the doorknob, looking like a shellshocked private flung back into Saigon. Eddie’s hand slips from her shoulder, falling stiffly at his side.
The Dog in his brain perks up. It pants, instantly keen.
Groaning, he turns around and sees Steve Harrington peeking through the throng of partygoers. His eyes drift from the back of Wheeler's head to Eddie, and his relieved expression twists into recognition. Then, absolute befuddlement sinks into his face.
Eddie knows what it looks like, him taking Wheeler home. The beta dweeb freak that played Satanic board games in his spare time just swept an alpha’s girlfriend off her feet, whisking her away to his evil lair, no doubt to indoctrinate her into nefariously rolling a d-12 and screaming, I cast fireball!
First of all: not a beta, but no one needs to know that. Second of all: he didn’t sweep her off her feet. They were just bum-rushing out of a tight spot they found themselves in. Third of all: well. The Dog likes him.
(or: the modern omega's field guide to the good, the bad, and the fucking bizarre.)
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- Part 1 of 20th Century Dogs