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  1. Public Bookmark 43

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    Telling the whole story’s basically every form of whiplash rolled up into one, so: Steve usually goes with the abridged version, as best he can, when he absolutely has to explain.

    Basically: after he swung a bat at a petal mouthed hellbeast, he felt weird for a few days after. He got a rash; woke up for a week with the hardest scabs he’d ever seen, like pebbles, and less blood colored. Weird.

    The second time, in hindsight, is probably what makes it…worse. Like, as in: longterm worse. The dust, the stuff in those tunnels? It felt alive, like it got in your lungs to burrow and choke with intent. And Steve’s little bandana-mask was better than nothing, he guesses, just…

    Not better enough, as becomes very clear once Steve starts half-turning into a fucking demogorgon, like an stress-triggered were…y’know, wolf would be better.

    Than this.

    It’s a bitch, but he handles it. Learns how to deal. Hopes life’s calmed down enough when he meets, and falls for, Eddie Munson—hopes that it won’t be a concern any longer.

    And it isn’t. A concern.

    Just not…not at all the way Steve expects.

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    Something happens to Steve Harrington in October of 1984 in the junkyard while protecting those kids.

    Something that he’s afraid of. That he doesn’t know how to control.

    It starts with rows and rows of razor sharp teeth digging their way into his flesh, ripping and tearing their way through the layers of jeans and tall socks. A scream erupts from his throat at the hot burning sensation that trails its way up his leg. He’s trying to kick it with his other foot, but the demodog doesn’t even seem phased. Its flowered face never opens to release him, no matter how much force he uses behind his kicks. It uses its grip on Steve to start pulling him down the staircase of the bus, one by one, and Steve knows that if he lets himself get pulled all the way out, it’s over.

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    Or, Demo Steve :-)

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    Things were weird in Hawkins. The fields were rotting, there was something in the woods, and Steve Harrington's Beemer had a new problem every week.

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  4. Public Bookmark 28

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    Steve realizes after setting his alarm to make sure he wakes on the hour if he accidentally dozes off—can’t sleep with a concussion—that…it’s probably fucked up that he didn’t need a professional to look him over to know that he at least has minor head trauma. Like, it’s probably not normal to just know you’re concussed based on accumulated experience.

    It’s not quite melted people monster levels of fucked but…it’s still fucked.

    But he’s thrown from his bed either way, flailing as he sits up shaky for the absolute assault happening on his front door at…motherfuck, 2:43? AM?

    Who in the hell

    Steve tries to ignore it. But eventually not even all of his pillows can fully outweigh the knocking.

    He gets down the stairs, clinging to the banister—definitely not steady on his feet—and yanks the goddamn door open without even bothering to check the peephole.

    So not only is it a surprise to almost get clocked in face by the rapid-fire knocking fist he barely dodges in time, but the owner of the fist: one Robin Buckley.

    That’s the bigger surprise, by far.

    Or: Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley—The Platonic Soulmate Origin Story

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  5. Public Bookmark 68

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    Eddie shouldn’t be here. Like, not in a it’s forbidden kinda way, but more like there’s no real reason for him to be here.

    It’s just…after the whole dead-not-dead thing with the youngest kiddo, the property around the Byers house has kinda turned into no-man’s-land; easy place to get high when Eddie wants a change of scenery, with no one trying to break his nose, or call the pigs.

    Or snatch his supply.

    But when he hears that fuckface Hargrove call out—the tone on him—he perks up; listens in. Stays out of sight.

    (And no, he does not cream his pants when Harrington calls back, Jesus; taunts like the cocky prick that he is—

    And no it is not a close thing or…whatever.)

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    Or: Eddie definitely didn't plan on getting involved with any of the weird shit going on in Hawkins during the first semester of his second senior year, okay? Nor did he plan on developing lichen-like attachments in the form of endlessly chattering middle schoolers.

    He absolutely didn't plan on...Steve Harrington. Just, just...

    All of Steve Harrington. And the feelings that came crashing in with him.

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