For a Dreamer, Night's the Only Time of Day

AU where Eddie cracks his head off the ground and temporarily gets mind reading powers. He goes to school the next day thinking that this might actually be fun, and it is for a while.

And then he hears bloodcurdling screaming - except only he hears it so, “That’s in someone’s head?”

He follows the sound out down the hall, pass his own classroom. The screaming getting louder and louder until, “Steve Harrington?”

“Yeah?” Steve blinks back into reality in the back of his history class. The screaming dims but doesn’t go away. Steve’s still got those bruises on his face but otherwise doesn’t look distressed, “…You want something, Munson?”

“Um…um, no,” He says. “I - no. Nothing.”

Steve narrows his eyes and a whisper of a voice just under the screaming thinks Eddie is fucking with him.

Eddie barely acknowledges it because he’s stuck on how Steve looks normal. Not anguished. Not tortured. But normal. Bored.

“Well, uh. Well, I’ll see you around, Harrington.”

And Eddie means that too.

I made this post earlier today where teeny tiny Steve mentioned that his Grandpa Otis taught him ninja moves over spring break.

I’m just imaging that this man who fought in Iwo Jima (according to Steve’s college essay) was enjoying his day when his grandson gets dropped off holding a movie about ninja that is completely in Japanese like that wouldn’t potentially trigger his PTSD.

And you know, Otis watches the movie and he mimics some of the moves when he ‘teaches’ them to Steve. He even names the moves after the few Japanese words he’d picked up during the war.

Why did he do this? Because he loves his grandson and his grandson is obsessed with ninjas.

Richard Harrington would never.

Hopper: *Just trying to make sure this kid doesn’t die before his brain is fully developed*

Steve, to everybody in the waiting room: Hopper wants to shoot me. He told me that in the car.

Waiting room: *sends Hopper dirty looks*

Hopper: That’s - I didn’t say that.

Steve: He said he wants me to get shot.

Hopper: To get a shot. A flu shot.

Starcourt happens and Steve’s parents do a complete-180 on him. All of a sudden, all they can talk about is their hero son.

They’re suddenly always home. Always next to him. Talking to him. Talking about him. Taking an interest in his life.

His dad even offered him a position at his firm again, and just-

No. No, god no. This sucks and he hates it. They’re having expectations again. His mom is talking about him marrying ‘that girl you worked with. The newspapers will live that.’

Steve needs to do something. Something drastic. Something-

“You want to date me?”

“No, Munson. Are you listening?”

“I’m listening,” Eddie says, perched on his drug table in the woods like a bird. “Sounds like you’re asking me out.”

“I’m asking you over,” Steve replies. “To piss off my parents.”

“You said make out on your couch.”

“Yeah, that’s the piss off part. You in or are you in?”

“Oh, I am.”

When Eddie is sick, Steve makes him soup from scratch and draws him bubble baths and makes sure he's never out of tea.

When Steve's sick, Eddie plays him lullabies on his guitar and makes him french toast and bowls of cereal and puts on so-bad-they're-good movies for him.

oh my god they were camp counsellors

I love a fic where Steve is hiding that he's an Omega, but I also think it would be incredibly funny if he wasn't trying to hide it at all and everyone just assumes he's an Alpha for no reason.

He presents and has a party like he always planned. He invites all his friends and he kind of expects them to be dicks about it but they just...aren't. They celebrate and put him on their shoulders and parade around and Steve doesn't even realize that they don't know.

He only realizes everyone thinks he's an Alpha when Tommy tries to set him up with a nice Omega girl two weeks later. It's not completely unheard of for someone to date someone of the opposite primary or secondary gender - or both - but it's definitely not the kind of thing Tommy would endorse.

Steve kind of gets it, he's got a warm sandalwood-heavy scent and he's tall and built out from sports, but he's kind of offended. He likes being an Omega and is actually really excited to have a mate and kids of his own that he can carry himself someday. He's been working on perfecting his nesting skills in case any Alphas or Betas, maybe even another Omega, ask to court soon. He wants to have a perfect nest to show them, but it's looking like that won't be happening until he gets out of Hawkins.

He tries a couple of times to tell the guys he's actually an Omega, but everyone just brushes him off, laughs at his dumb joke, and moves on. He figures that they'll notice when he doesn't try to court any Omegas, but enough of them spread rumors about getting with King Steve that he's always too slow to refute that everyone thinks he's some hotshot Alpha sleeping around without courting first.

If only he looked up to notice how hard local Freak Alpha, Eddie Munson, has been staring at him since he presented.

I'm super busy tomorrow so here is my early submission for @stmarchmm Day 21: Pretending to be a different designation

watercolor eddie wip 💙

I'm so glad I live in a world where there's Archive of Our Own

Robin knows Steve well. She basically knows what and when Steve is going to do and say. Not to say that he doesn't have free will but... well... Robin knows.

He sat on her bed, his eyes staring at the ceiling and Robin very much knew that whatever he said next was either going to be really insane or very important. Robin paid attention, not that she wouldn't have anyway.

"Do you think men are hot?"

Robin looked over at him. Apparently, Steve had chosen insanity. "No. that's what being a lesbian means, Steven."

Happy Spring Equinox! 🩷💐🌿

thinking about the time they sent me a seven year old autistic patient to investigate if he was suffering abuse because in every psychological test he kept drawing awful monsters

and I start the consultation already miserable as fuck and I give the kid some pen and paper so I can maybe communicate and see what's on his mind

and then I go WAIT A GODDAMN SECOND I KNOW THOSE MONSTERS

turns out the kid just had a special interest in Five Nights at Freddy's

I pointed at the monster and went "That's Freddy!" and I've never seen a kid that ecstatic in my life

the mom looked at me as if her son and I belonged at the same satanic cult and that's why I knew the names of the demons in his head

I wrote back to psychologist like "I'm not sure how to explain this but looking up five nights at freddys might bring you progress with this patient"

at some point the nurses realized the autistic children and I were like, Really Vibing

so they decided to highkey just appoint all of them to my day and it took me almost a month to realize that the fact that I kept arriving and finding that all of today’s appointments were autistic children was Not A Coincidence 

anyway this one time there was a kid who was really into christianity but it was like, specifically angels 

so I’m trying to start up a conversation with him and I ask what he’s reading and he goes “do you know what a nephilim is”

and like for one hellish second my soul is suckerpunched out of my body and thrown straight into supernatural-fanfic-on-wattpad hell, and then I reassume control of my flesh prison, ignoring the mental edits of Dean and Castiel making out, and go “Aren’t those the guys who are half human and half angel?”

and the kid was so fucking happy but the mom was staring at me like ‘why are you privy to this bit of occult jesus lore’

and my heathen lesbian of a self just looks at her and goes 

“i love bible”

It’s almost like taking an invested interest in what your children enjoy will help you understand them.

that addition might be the most savage call out i’ve ever seen

Having read several Steddie fanfics where Steve tenderly cleans a (pick one or all) bloodied/resurrected/vampiric Eddie in the bathtub at his house, just once I’d like a fic where Steve goes, “nope, not cleaning up after that” and instead hoses him down in the backyard.

I fuck with EMT Steve. It’s the perfect job for him. He’s used to dealing with out of control patients and high pressure situations. Just give that man training and send him on his way.

Bonus points if Eddie becomes a nurse after being ripped to shreds as he really owes his life to the nurses that kept his heart beating.

After checks calendar 84 years, I am once again offering Smart Steve content lmao

Listen the writer's block has been hitting recently if you couldn't tell, but I'm still happy with how this came out.

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :P

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So.

Steve Harrington is smart.

Like, smart smart.

Like, the kind of smart where he not only understands shit, he can explain complicated shit to Eddie without sending his brain into a coma.

It's been two weeks, and Eddie is still trying to come to terms with this discovery. He's four tutoring sessions in and a little spark of surprise still rocks him whenever Steve can easily explain a new topic using the stuff Eddie likes.

He explained velocity using D&D spells. He explained electrical circuits using the concept of plugging a guitar into an amp. After asking a few questions about Lord of the Rings, Steve Harrington managed to explain the in-depth concepts of magnetism using the fucking One Ring.

How the fuck is Eddie supposed to be normal about any of that? Ignoring the sheer fact that Steve is capable of it, how is Eddie supposed to feel about the...the willingness to learn what Eddie understands best and meet him on that level?

If the answer is awed and practically starstruck, he's ahead of the game.

ED DIE 📸🦇