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you just gonna let fear take that?

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sun // late 20s // she/they // writer // primarily posting about chronic illness/disability, joe keery/djo, post animal, and steddie // unintentional djost animal update account

Eddie stands in the doorway of Steve’s bedroom and looks around at the rather plain abode. A dwelling unfortunately drenched floor-to-ceiling in plaid, and one that is, at least currently, a complete mess.

Across the minimal furniture is scatterings of clothes and mixtapes. Hand-drawn maps of Hawkins and the Upside Down, notebooks and post-its featuring a few different handwritings. Makeshift weapons, mostly half-fashioned and broken.

The temporary barracks of a warrior deep in the middle of an interdimensional battle more so than the bachelor pad of an ex-jock and renowned Casanova.

He watches as Steve walks ahead of him, dropping his (formally Eddie’s) spear and shield, before he shucks off his vest. One that matches the one he had thrown Eddie after fleeing The War Zone, a thought that makes his heart palpitate.

Steve flips off his backwards cap next, revealing mussed and greasy hair, a far cry from his signature and immaculate coif. The paisley red bandana follows, fluttering to the floor as Steve groans and stretches his neck from side-to-side with an awkward crick that causes Eddie to shudder.

He then kicks off the boots he had stumbled up the staircase unlacing, and toes a sock halfway off his right foot before he collapses on the (also plaid) bedspread, face-first with a humphf.

“Uh… Steve?” Eddie wonders aloud, panic bubbling up, “What are we doing?”

The idea of “but everyone knows that” needs to stop.

I saw a post about someone chiding Millennials for not knowing about JKRowlings transphobia, and asking how it is at all possible that people can exist in the world and the internet and, you know, not know.

Which I mean, I get. It is so present in so many of my online spaces that it seems astounding that someone could simply be ignorant! It feels impossible!

But let me tell you a story:

I went on a girls trip with a bunch of friends. All of us are rather incredibly liberal and all of us are incredibly online.

One girl would not stop talking about Harry Potter.

At one point, another girl asked her why she was ok with supporting it, and she had no real clue that JK Rowling was at all transphobic. She had heard that she likes to support Lesbian causes and thought “oh ok cool!” And that was it. She was AGOG with the news and rather horrified.

I must once again emphasize that she was an incredibly online person. She’s a foodie and a restaurant blogger.

Later in the trip we were picking restaurants and I suggested one I found on Google, and she gasped at me. Actually gasped, asking how I could ever be okay picking that one.

The shock must’ve been on my face, because she then told me all of the shitty things that restaurateur does. He abuses staff. Underpays them. Fires them on a whim. Is known for being one of the worst people to his employees in the entire restaurant business on this coast.

And she was so shocked I had never heard of this. Because in her mind, I was just as online as her. And in her online world, EVERYONE knew about this guy.

So I think the moral of this story is: always approach the other person with some empathy. Even online people, even people you think MUST know about how bad people are, may not have heard. It may truly be just them being on a different sphere of the internet than you.

So be gentle, be kind when letting people know they might not have heard about the cancellation of XYZ person. Don’t assume that everyone knows all the same info as you.

By all means, let them know so they can make informed decisions, but being kind will go a lot further than attacking them for some info they might not know yet.

Overworked Nurse Steve Harrington who's been pulling double shifts for a month now because the hospital is understaffed and he doesn't have the heart to let those people there without care.

He's so freaking tired that when he gets home one night and finds a complete stranger sleeping on his bed, he doesn't even flinch. He just wants to sleep.

Steve pushes the guy to the side, flops down on his bed and sleeps for ten hours straight.

When he wakes up, the stranger is up and about to run away through the fire escape, but he stops when he realizes Steve is watching him.

"Uhn, morning?"

"Morning. Do you want some breakfast?"

"Sure."

A pot of coffee and a stack of pancakes later, Steve knows enough about the man to not consider him a stranger anymore.

Eddie, 32, lives in the apartment above Steve's and mistook Steve's window for his own when he tried to get into his apartment last night, completely drunk.

He's also hot as fuck, a dork and has the cutest dimples when he smiles.

Steve's smitten right away.

Fic where Steve finds the ring Jonathan was gonna give to Nancy (after Jancy already broke up so now it’s kinda just useless) and jokingly puts it on.

It gets stuck and he and Jonathan keep arguing as they try just about a thousand ways to get it off. Butter, oil, wrapping his hand in ice, El using her powers, soap, twine, anything that anyone reasonably thinks could get this damned ring off.

Robin’s having the time of her life. She keeps calling him Mrs. Jonathan Byers and playing the wedding march whenever they walk in the room. She turns up dressed as a priest at one point. No one knows where she got the outfit.

Robin calls Nancy (because of course she does) and Nancy arrives with a bouquet of flowers “For the happy couple.” She has absolutely no advice on how to get the ring off.

Dustin shows up with a little electric saw after everything else has failed and Steve nearly passes out. Lucas has him in a headlock to keep him from looking and Jonathan’s practically sitting on him to keep him from flinching and getting his finger cut off. Robin isn’t helping at all and is instead taunting him in the background, saying she can see bone and shit like that. (She’s still dressed as a priest.)

Robin only refers to this incident as “Steve’s first divorce” (“First? Are you expecting me to have multiple divorces?!”)

They thought it was over after that but Jonathan gets it fixed and resized and jokingly gives it to Steve for Christmas a couple of months later.

"jonathan sits on his lap" as he should

Me: *looking over my fanfics* Well, in my defense, I was left unsupervised with these blorbos. I cannot be held accountable.

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