Stranger Things Drabble - Blog Posts
Welp, here I am again, rambling on Tumblr cause I can't ramble about it irl. Hope this makes somebody smile!
So, here's my thing. We all know that if the og party, none of them were "mr. popularity." We also know that they were bullied by what's-his-name- troy, right? And when Max joined the friend group, she might have been picked on for associating with the nerds. After the events of season 2, or even before everything goes down, I imagine that the party, now including Max, is getting chased around by troy, and they somehow end up near the high school gym.
As they're trying to figure out where to hide, Dustin has a thought: wouldn't Steve Harrington be in basketball practice right about now?
Meanwhile, Steve is just trying his best against the absolute beast of an athlete that is billy hargrove. He's already having a hard time focusing, but then he hears the door opening.
"Steve!"
He pauses, and turns his back on hargrove to see Will, and all the kids who were involved in last year's shitshow, plus a red-headed girl he hadn't seen before. With the exception of lil' Byers, everyone is talking over each other.
"whoa, whoa, whoa," he says. "Slow down, guys. One at a time. What's going on?"
Henderson takes a deep breath and speaks calmly, but Steve can hear his voice trembling.
"troy is giving us shit again. Can we hide out here for a little bit? We're nerds, so he'd never thin to look for us in the high school gym."
Steve starts to nod, but pauses. Something Nancy had told him comes floating to the front of his mind.
"Isn't troy the kid who threatened to cut your teeth out if Wheeler didn't jump off the cliff at the quarry?"
Henderson and Wheeler both go a little pale, so Steve knows he's remembered correctly. He takes a deep breath to reign in his anger. Even if the kid deserved it, no eighth grader, not even this "troy" bastard, deserved to get beat up by a high school senior. Besides, the kiddos don't need his anger right now.
Okay, sorry, that became much more like an actual story than I meant it to, and I don't know how to continue it that way, but I'm not finished rambling, so. I'll continue, I guess.
Anyway, Steve gets all protective of all of them, naturally, and gets Hargrove to chase troy away, because Billy is freaking scary. He doesn't realize that Billy agrees because this punk was chasing Max, too.
Anyway, at the end of it all, the kids are kind of shaky, and Steve remembers that they all play d&d, and he also remembers that there is a particular student who dms the school d&d club. So what does he do?
He gets cleaned up, and picks up all 4 of the lads-don't ask me how, he strong jock boy, ok?-and carries them off to Hellfire. Max follows on foot, because Steve asks her if she'd rather do that, or be carried with the boys. Max prefers to walk.
Anyway, that is how Steve introduced the lads to Eddie Munson, and how both the bad boy athlete and the metal head nerd both fall for Steve, because I just can't help myself.
I have this head cannon, y'see and I can't really talk about it in real life, so now it's tumblr's problem. Yaaaaay.
Okay, here it is. This is an a/b/o au. The upside down has its own scent, right? And it scents COLD. And only a select few in Hawkins know that scent. Of course, Steve Harrington is one of them. That day in the field, in s2, when the Mind Flayer was taking over Will, what if the high school gym was close enough to that field that everyone could smell it? That overwhelming scent of dark, cold, evil. Steve is the only one who recognizes it .
He'd never run so fast in all his life.
Steve is the first on the scene, sees Will just standing there, his own pup scent overwhelmed by cold. Steve has always run hot, and he learned a long time ago, due to absent parents, how to scent warmth.
He goes up to Will, and just hugs him, scents warm, because it makes sense, right? The upside down was making it cold, so Steve had to warm him up. When the rest of the crew find them, Steve is just holding Will close, scenting warm, and encouraging him to fight off the upside down.
"it's okay, Will, you're doing great, you're so strong, pup, you can do it, you're so strong, stronger than anything that place can throw at you, come on, kiddo, you got this..." Etc., Etc.
When the others arrive, he tells them to scent warm like he is, cause it'll help pull Will out of this dark place. They all end up in this big group hug: Steve, Will, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Joyce. Then, when the basketball team shows up looking for Steve, he just looks at Hargrove, and is like, you're basically a human furnace, get over here and help us get this pup warm.
Fyi, Steve is obviously an omega, and Billy is an alpha, so who is he to refuse.
Finally, Will wakes up mind flayer-free, and he just clings to Steve while sobbing. He accidentally calls Steve mama, which just makes him melt, and then Steve and Joyce and the kids, including Max, take Will home and just gives him all the love he deserves. The next day, Steve takes all the kids to meet the Hawkins High Dungeon Master, Eddie Munson, to help Will feel better
And that, my friends, is how Steve adopts all of the kids in this au. Of course, D'art is still around, so that's how Steve bonds with Dustin specifically. Dustin and Will are his favorites. Billy just kind of fell for Steve after seeing his mama bear side, as did Eddie, because I am a sucker for Harringroveson.
The dressing room.
❥ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 616
❥ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
❥ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: MDNI! 18+ content! Pure smut. Semi-public sex. Rough sex.
❥ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Little drabble while I work on a longer thing :P Not my best work but I HAD TO GET THIS THOUGHT OUT
Hair products, face paint, lipstick, and an empty bottle of Jack Daniels are swept off of the dressing room vanity in front of you. The mirror is dirty with God knows what; the light bulbs surrounding the glass glaring at you and illuminating your sweat-slick face in the reflection. Your hands are planted on the desk, the soft flesh right beneath your belly button pressed to the hard edge of it. You can’t even recall whether or not Eddie closed the door properly, but that's the furthest thing from your mind at the moment.
His grasp on your hips is almost bruising, thrusting into you from behind with vigour you wouldn’t expect from someone who'd just finished the exhausting task of performing on a stage for such a large crowd. A string of crude profanities is being grunted from behind you, and you can’t help but to watch the man uttering it in the mirror in front of you—his hair still effectively teased into a dark, curly mess on his head, his lipstick smeared across his mouth from your eager lips, his dark stage makeup smudged and running with sweat.
He’s a goddamn visionary like this, adrenaline still coursing after playing so long and so furiously, now fucking you so hard that you might think it’s out of pure hatred. Of course, it's not; how could he hate you when the whines he's drawing from you sound so pretty?
“Jesus fucking Christ,” you babble, your eyes squeezing shut as his thick cock drags against the sweet spot inside you.
He moves his hands from your hips and pulls you up against his chest, one palm travelling to cover your mouth. “Be quiet f’me, mkay?” he coos, holding your body against his. “Wouldn’t want the band to hear you, babe.”
A pang of worry springs through you at the mention of your compromised setting, the presence of others being merely a room away, but it quickly subsides when his lips press hotly to your shoulder. Your eyebrows furrow with the newfound wave of pleasure washing over you, your hand moving to grasp the wrist that covers your mouth, the forearm laden with tattoos.
His cold rings press against your hot mouth, and you’d worry about going limp against him if it weren’t for his tight hold on you. You don’t notice him watching you in the mirror when you flutter your eyes shut, your face flush and your back arching in front of him.
You realize you’re not the only one struggling here when a deep, throaty groan erupts from Eddie’s throat, his face knotted in concentration. The lewd sound spurs you on, the delicious coil in your lower belly growing tighter and tighter with every unforgiving pound into you.
You gasp softly when one of his bandmates pounds impatiently on the door, a gruff voice calling from outside. “Eds, get the fuck out here! The limo’s on the way!”
Why are you surprised? He’s a part of a fucking hair metal band, why wouldn’t his mates be itching to get to an after party as soon as they’re off stage? Despite the circumstances, Eddie doesn’t even flinch, let alone stop at all. If anything, it urges him to go faster.
“Just a second!” he calls back, clearly irritated to be interrupted.
He lets go of you, and instead presses you against the vanity once again, your hands now struggling to keep you upright against the desk. His hands move to roughly grasp your waist, helping himself to pull you back to meet his thrusts.
“You think you can make this quick, babe?” he whispers rhetorically, a hand travelling to take a fistful of your hair.