Steven Harrington - Blog Posts

Taking a day off school just to watch Season 4 is a flex. I have a Choir concert tonight and I don’t wanna go but if I am exhausted by the time I need to go to bed, then I’ll be okay. Just know that I might not be here tomorrow at all, if I finish Volume 1 within a day then you’ll see me around. Just know I’m literally shaking because it’s one day left and I am just… AHHHH

Just a quick thought and kinda of english practice (since it`s already a year of my last english lesson with a teacher and without speaking/writing in a really long time). Anyways, sorry for any grammar mistakes or misspelling.

It´s my first time writing down more than two or three sentences or even a silly little song. 

So I was in a boring day at my job, (I`m new at this shit) e this just popped out of nowhere and I just don`t feel like it`s something I will finish any time soon or have the energy to.

 First of all, let me present you my vision. I have the headcannon of Eddie Munson as Bissexual and polyamorous in a relationship with both Steve and Chrissy (in my head this just makes sense)

So here is the result of beforehand mentioned, under the cut:

“[...] Eddie misses both of them, truth be told.

He misses Steve`s smiles, Chrissy`s hugs. In his perception, they were essential to make him complete again and not broken, nor lost as he thought for a long time.

He missed their respective scents. Chrissy smells like Lilies, chocolates and rainy days and a little touch of books; while Steve on the other hand smells like those really expensive colognes with wooden scents, coffee and cigarettes.

Misses the little moments of happiness and joy, the food fight he had with Steve in the kitchen of the motor house, before they went to the Upside Down. About how “boring” he was and did stupid things, while Dustin watched the entire scene and laughed.

The pillow fights with Chrissy, when he used to sneak into her house; while her parents went somewhere far away.

He missed more than anything just those two last details the most, in all the time spent on this nightmare-ish place.

While one side of him misses and wander about how things were going on Hawkins. The other side, the one who has been on control of the body and was explicitly on Vecna`s side since all happened, just really wanted them dead at his feet by his own bare hands and as he said, once they meet for the first time on plain sight of mind:

“I would never care any less for them, they are your weakness; but not mine. They`re my master`s enemy and would die as soon as I can find them in or out here. Even those little worms you protect with your soul, will be soon just a memory.”[...]”

Thought of the day:

AU short-fic; where eddie comes back as a vampire and meet the party, after they left him you-know-where searching for revenge because of what vecna told him and now Steve will also have to stop him before the collapse of their house (also while trying to bring back the one he fell in love while being kind of a idiot).

STRANGER THINGS

❛❛ ICE ❜❜ - Steve Harrington

“Knock them dead.” - Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 time is the best time to eat! -> ೃ⁀➷ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You and Eddie have a fantastic date.

 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

“𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬" pt 1

Date Night - Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

❛❛ ICE ❜❜

matching ・Coach!Steve Harrington x Ice Skater!Reader

genre・Fluff, maybe enemies to lover trope(?) 😏

warning ・None :/

words・1140

ೃ⁀➷

Walking into the skating rink with your backpack in hand, holding your skates in hand, today was the day your new coach came in to help you improve your skating skills.

You sat on the bench, put on your skates, tied them up in the process, 'Might as well practice than waiting.'

The scarping of the ice once your skates hit the ice echoed in the skating rink; you were the only person there practicing your skills on the ice; it was owned by one of your childhood friends that granted permission for you to practice.

Skating Ice was fun; it was satisfying to hear your skates cut the layer of ice in the rink, wearing your ordinary sweater and legging as you skated around.

Practicing toe loops to the lutz, your jumps were perfect, landing onto the smooth ice with the crisp sound of ice being cut from your skates, but even with your everything, your rhythm was somehow always lacking some emotion, they say.

The thought of the idea of your dances lacking emotion anger you. "Does it even matter," you puff out. The lights shined on the ice giving it a white glow; the glow was enhancing you.

Wondering to yourself how the smooth ice was to skate on, how something frozen would be beautiful, not like normal icy water was appearing like an unawakened bear in its hibernation.

The scraping sound of ice filled your ears with glee.

As you held yourself in your arms, skating away on the rink, not hearing or being aware of who came into the skating rink, you were too busy with your thought to comprehend.

The door cracked open, with a cold hiss sound echoing the skating arena like opening a freezer.

Footsteps echoed and took your mind out of thought as you looked towards the arena entrances; he was holding in a duffel bag and had their skates in hand.

His luxurious, delicate locks bounced every time he took a step; you gazed in awe, wondering who this man was, especially when you thought this place was closed and wasn't always anyone in.

Your eyes couldn't take your eyes off him. It was something enticing about him; maybe it was about how he came in, how he walked, or perhaps it's his gorgeous hair alluring you.

Until his eyes spotted you and stared at you, you looked away in embarrassment and skated away from the area inaccessible to the benches.

Your face was hot, practically sweating from the encounter even though the whole rink was freezing; ghastly to say, he was reasonably attractive.

After that, you came up with somewhat of a decision. So you skated to the benches where you threw all your stuff on and did a couple of stretches so your body wouldn't cramp up while you were in the lesson.

Waiting for your new coach to come, since your old coach quit out of you because you were 'too hotheaded,' it is not your fault that they rated your triple axel loops wrong.

You did break some of the signs, but you couldn't hold it in; you rubbed your neck and rotated it to loosen your tense muscles and sighed; this coach is taking a long time to come here. Finally, when you close your eyes, he appears in front of you, not even admiring your personal space, "Your L/N, right?" his modulated voice ranged into your ears.

No way this hunk was your coach; your eyes widen in astonishment "…Y-yeah, are you my new coach?" you should have rethought that answer because it was a stupid question to ask.

"Mhm, I'm Steve, well my full name is Steve Harrington, but you can call me Steve for short," he utters, putting his hand out, signaling for a handshake; you are in a trance by his beauty not even admiring his hand, you just shook your head.

"Not much of a contact person, are you?" he pulled his hand away from you. Not much came out of your word; you just stared at him and crossed your arms.

"Well, shall we start on the ice?" he insisted, "Okay." you sat up from the benches and entered the ice sink with your coach, "Show me one of your routines, so you will know what is lacking. In?"

Did he say lacking, not even one second, and you already have a problem with him? You're never lacking; you are simply perfect and flawless in everything you do, especially ice skating.

You skated away from him and got in position, your arms twirled around your body, as your feet followed the rhythm of your arms, it was a bit awkward since there was no music, as your one of legs dismounted from the ice as you turned your body as you took flight, completing a 360 spin and landing on the ice.

As you push yourself back and accelerate your speed on your skates as you turn around, kicking your right leg back, using the weight of your body, turning yourself, landing on the ice with your right leg being held with your right hand, having your left arm out, to balance yourself on ice, completing upright spin.

You felt confident until you looked at him; his face emitted an unimpressed look; oh boy, that took a toll on you.

You lower your leg, propelling yourself around the ice as you spread your arms away from each other as you turn back and propel yourself up, doing a 360 spin and landing on your right leg as you tuck your arms.

Taking the speed, jumping up and spinning into the air, completing a toe loop and having your left leg in the air, bending yourself 70 degrees and turning in the air while your right leg takes the weight of your body, completing a camel spin.

You lower your leg to the ice, decrease your speed on the ice as you finish up your routine, pose on the ice, have a smug grin on your face, sweat dripping off your face, and your heavy breathing echoes in the arena as the sounds of clapping were followed up.

"That's good." he puts his hand back in his pockets, walking towards you; you turn yourself as you were looking face-to-face with him, "But your turns and jumps were lacking," he utters.

A big hit to the ego.

If that comment didn't make you angry, his critiques would. Releasing your anger was something he wanted you to do honestly; you didn't want him to be right about you at all.

He was breathing in and out, changing your state of mind to be calm. Then, dismissing him with a thank you, that smug smile formed on his annoying face angered you more.

"So..should we get started?"