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If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
Or: The year is 1992; and Steve Harrington meets a monster, has a breakdown, fistfights a government official in a Wendy’s parking lot, and gets an unmarked post-card — not necessarily in that order.
Or: a buddy comedy that’s also a nightmare that’s also a love story.
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American Metal: The History of Corroded Coffin 1986-1992 by sidnihoudini
Fandom Stranger Things (TV 2016)
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“What else?” Eddie goads, once he’s done rolling his eyes all over Steve. “Who else is mean to poor baby rich boy, Steve Harrington?”
“You,” Steve points out, voice high, teetering on the edge of something he doesn’t fully understand. “All the other counselors, for that matter. I see how you guys look at me.”
And I see how you're looking at me right now, he wants to add.
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OR: Camp Counselors Steve and Eddie have their differences... and something in common, too.
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“You’re good with knots, right?”
Steve blinks at him, going a little sweet when he says, “...yeah?”
“That’s what I need your help with. With knots.”
“You need my help…with knots?” He glances down at Eddie’s lap. “Like…taking them?”
“No! No! With tying them! I need your help with tying knots!”
Eddie needs to practice his knot-tying, and who better to ask than his best friend?
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24 May 2025
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Steve pulls up to just outside the garage door, then cuts the engine.
He turns in his seat.
“Eddie.”
He startles, a visibly painful jerk, and his eyes snap to Steve. Steve meets them steadily, trying to project calm. Eddie’s gaze do linger on him for a moment, before he looks around. The house towers above them, dark and empty. Eddie frowns, plainly confused, then glances to Steve and-
Realization dawns, then it’s quickly followed by anger and… hurt? The first quickly eclipses the latter, and Eddie flings open the car door.
“See you around, I guess, Harrington,” he spits, beginning to limp away.
Steve is so startled that it takes him a moment to get his bearings.
“Hey!” he calls, scrambling out of the car. “Hey! Where are you going?! You can barely even walk!”
“Home,” Eddie snaps. “And I’m walking because apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t deserve a fucking ride.”
“Oh, for the love of-,” Steve mutters, then runs the couple of hobbled steps that Eddie has managed to put between them, grabbing his arm to spin him around.
“Your home is half portal, idiot,” Steve says. “You’re staying with me.”