Saw This And I Knew What Had To Be Done.

writers: yeah we put lots of destiel in the subtext

the subtext:

we prefer the term psychotic 😉🔪

okay i've seen a lot of "eddie is the only one who doesn't treat steve like an idiot" discourse recently so allow me to take that and RAISE YOU

steve trying to quote that passage from sherlock holmes and instead of looking at him like he has three heads for getting it wrong eddie is just like "oh do you mean [corrected quote]? I didn't know you were a fan of sir conan doyle!"

steve: um i haven't actually read anything by him i just heard that quote from... someone and i thought it sounded cool. guess i screwed it up though huh

eddie: oh. dude. you gotta read sherlock holmes. you'll love it! *goes off on a rambly tangent that actually gets steve excited to read something for once in his life*

of course steve has to deal with the fact that he was never the strongest reader, and that was BEFORE all the head trauma, but he figures eddie doesn't need to know that just yet

I’m in the middle of writing my first fic and I had planned a set amount of chapters, but it seems like chapters just keep adding on…and now I’m thinking of maybe writing a sequel fic?

Trying to stay focused but I’m out here playing whac-a-mole as more and more random fic ideas keep popping up.

I remember Jensen expressing annoyance over the fact that they never changed Dean's haircut the entire show. So, if we get a revival, I propose they let Jensen keep his long hair. We deserve THIS Dean Winchester.

Now, the beard isn't a NEED perse, but it is preferred.

just gonna leave this here

Neil Gaiman's favorite trope

But mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close. 

Chapter four is available to read now on AO3.

Chrissy and Eddie have been best friends since middle school, ever since that one misguided kiss led to them coming out to each other in a panic. In order to shield themselves from the town’s homophobia, they promised that they’ll help each other find love; and that they won’t date until the other one does. Now, four years later, Robin finds out about their deal and in an attempt to shoot her shot with Chrissy, convinces Steve to take Eddie out on a date. The problem is Steve thinks he’s straight and Eddie hates him.

Or

A fic based on 10 Things I Hate About You, where the last thing that happened with the Upside Down was Starcourt (but Billy was never involved) and Eddie, Chrissy, Robin and Steve are trying to navigate their senior year and maybe, hopefully find love.

Chapter Synopsis

Chrissy and Robin do some investigating, determined to help Steve become more appealing to Eddie - even if it means bending a few rules. Steve goes through a makeover, and gets pushed out of his comfort zone in more ways than one. Between charged encounters and simmering tensions, Steve is confronted with realizations he’s having a harder time dismissing.

i went on a deep dive of the Steve & Hopper ao3 tag yesterday and and it got me thinking about what would happen if Chief of Police Hopper ran into Steve and Eddie while he was on patrol after pseudo-adopting Steve, and it’s been long enough that Hopper is sort of a safe-person for Steve so Steve goes into full-fledged bitch mode when Hopper tries to pull cop stuff on them, and Eddie (who knew about none of this because Steve is a chronic under-sharer) is so totally baffled.

He’d spent years watching Steve sweet-talk his way out of trouble. Even before they started hooking up it used to drive Eddie goddamn insane, because if (when) Eddie pulled any of this shit Steve gets away with, he’d be totally screwed, but all Steve has to do is flash a sheepish grin and run a hand through his hair once or twice and say, all baleful, “I really didn’t mean any trouble,” and he’s home free.

It has its perks though, or so he's learned during his last few months of hanging around with Steve, so when Steve and Eddie’s make-out session is interrupted by the tell-tale red and blue lights of a cop car pulling up behind where Steve parked the Beemer a few hundred yards down a maintenance road, Eddie’s not all that worried. In fact, he’s got a pretty good amount of faith in Steve’s ability to spin up some story to keep them out of any real trouble, and as Chief Hopper ambles over to them, Eddie prepares himself for a whole show of, “Yes Chief, sorry Chief, it won’t happen again Chief.”

So imagine Eddie's complete and utter surprise when Hopper barks, “Hey, morons! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” and Steve only rolls his eyes and says, “What’s it to you?”

Eddie feels his jaw drop.

“Steve,” he mutters through gritted teeth. He tries to elbow Steve into shutting the hell up, but he misses because Steve has already taken several steps forward to meet Hopper, his face turned up in a kind of defiance Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen on him before.

“What’s it to me?” Hopper repeats, glowering at Steve, “It’s midnight. I’m on patrol. You’ve got one of the most recognizable cars in this entire damn town parked in a restricted-access zone with this idiot–” Hopper gestures at Eddie (Eddie didn’t think the pointing or the idiot were necessary, but clearly, clearly, he’s missing something here), “–who’s been dragged into my station more times than I could count.”

“The town line, Hop, is over there,” Steve says, pointing at an indiscriminate spot over Hop’s shoulder that may or may not be part of the Hawkins town line, “We’re not even in Hawkins anymore. You’re totally out of your jurisdiction.”

“You wanna know something about jurisdiction, smart-ass?” Hopper asks, “If my report says shit happened in my jurisdiction, it happened in my jurisdiction.”

“Wow,” Steve deadpans, “Way to not sound totally corrupt. Nice work, Chief.”

Hopper’s jaw twitches for a second, and he’s clearly debating if he wants to keep arguing with Steve who, to Steve’s credit, looks like he’s got debate in him for days. Ultimately though, Hopper decides against it and stalks back over to his squad car.

“If you’re not home by one there’s gonna be hell to pay. You hear me, Harrington?” Hopper yells, “One AM. Hell to pay.”

“Oh, sure,” Steve rolls his eyes, “Totally hear you. One AM. Loud and clear or whatever.”

Steve flips the cruiser both birds as it peels away, which Hopper only flashes his high beams at a couple times before he’s gone, kicking up a bunch of dirt and mulch and leaves in his wake, and Steve is wearing an exasperated expression as he turns to face Eddie again.

“God, he’s so annoying. Let’s just go to my house.”

Eddie gapes at him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Huh?”

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie repeated, gesturing wildly towards where Hopper’s car had just been.

“Wha– you mean with Hop?”

“Uh, yeah?!?”

Steve just brushed him off, “Whatever, just ignore him. He’s basically my dad.”

“What?”