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corrodedcoughin · 1 year

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Hello!!! How're you?? Hope you're well!! I'm currently having Munson family feelings lmao

Please imagine lil pre teen Eddie settling in with Wayne, finding his footing, becoming more open in a way that he wasn't with his father. And he's really getting into his dnd. Has the manuals Wayne got him for his birthday one year. A mini or two. And he wants to get better at DMing, but he can't practice with his group because that would ruin the surprise of it all. So one day, he shyly asks Wayne if he'll practice with him. Fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and shuffling his feet. Isn't 100% sure what Wayne will think just yet

And to his surprise, Wayne says yes. And Eddie just... lights up. Smiles a big megawatt grin and starts talking about how it'll be super fun uncle Wayne you won't regret it!!!

They spend an evening making Wayne a character - a human called Wayne, they're keeping it simple - while they eat Mac n cheese for dinner. Wayne loves how happy it makes Eddie. How carefree.

And on Wayne's next day off, when Eddie doesn't have school, they play together. A mini campaign, just for the two of them. Eddie practices his skills, gets to play dnd, and hang out with his uncle all in one go. It's kind of everything to them. It's a lighthearted adventure where Wayne goes on a quest to get the perfect bait so he can go fishing and catch his dream fish. Eddie tells him what dice to roll, helps him fight a goblin and a bear, and puts on all sorts of voices for the characters Wayne meets. Eddie gets so wrapped up in it all, so excited. But when it ends he's all nerves - bitten lips and wringing his hands.

Did Wayne like it?? Did he have fun?? Was Eddie good??

And Wayne honestly says it wasn't quite his thing but he had a lot of fun. Eddie is a damn fine storyteller, has a real knack for the dramatics. He'll impress his friends, for sure.

And idk!!! I love Eddie and Wayne exploring their dynamic and figuring out where they stand with each other those first few years. It would have been a bumpy ride but they love each other!!!

Wayne getting in from grocery shopping on a Saturday, he likes to go really early so he can avoid Sally Knowles town gossip extraordinaire who Kees letting Wayne know ‘people are gonna talk if you don’t give that nephew of yours a Mothering presence in his life’ Wayne’s heard enough of it. So while it means he has to get up early, he’ll do it to escape the song and dance of busy bodies.

He’s making his way up the trailer steps, bags of groceries in hand (he’s a one trip kind of man and won’t be changed) when he hears a voice behind the door. The muffled and rushed but excited voice of his nephew barely audible through the rustling of groceries and the clattering of god knows what in the trailer - ‘okay. Okay he’s here. Go time. Show time. Time to shine. Story telling powers on.’

Wayne can see Eddie in his minds eye, turning an invisible switch at his temple. A ritual he started for their very first session. The boy had been nervous then and now, four - games? Chapters? Wayne wasn’t sure - in the nerves were still there but the excitement far outweighed them.

Opening the door, Wayne flicked his eyes over to the couch were Eddie was propped up, books spread out on the coffee table and rudimentary map laid across the table top.

Eddie’s head shot up, ‘I’ll help!’, scrambling to his feet to take some of Wayne’s provisions off of him.

‘You in a rush, son? Normally I’m shouting you through to give me a hand with these?’ Wayne was teasing. Could see that Eddie was conflicted, had Wayne forgotten that he promised to finish the story today? That it was going to find the Pond Of Dreams? Wayne loved the kid but he wanted to have a little fun too.

Setting the bags down and putting the freezer items away, everything else could wait. Not even glancing down at Eddie, Wayne stretched tall and exaggerated ‘think I need a nap after that. Don’t mind me Ed, gonna get some shut eye.’ And the thing is he couldn’t look at Eddie, if he did he’d crumble and it would all be for naught. One glance of Eddie in his home sewn cape and it’s be over.

So he hot footed it to the bathroom, hoping Eddie wouldn’t question the pre-nap detour or the backpack he was taking with him.

He could hear Eddie mumbling, frustration and disappointment evident in his tone. Then the tv going on, cartoons on high volume as he tried to distract himself. Which is when Wayne decided to re-appear, clad in his full fishing gear and rod. Along side a toy lizard he velcroed to his shoulder.

‘Well boy, you ready to go fantasy fishing? Heard there’s a dream pond waiting to be found’ Wayne tipped his fishing hat like a cowboy as Eddie’s eyes grew wide, scanning the outfit. It wasn’t much but Wayne tried to add the little details as he could; the potion belt of healing (an ammo belt he borrowed from somebody at work), the spear character wayne earned in his first battle (a pvc tube Scott Clarke was happy to provide after their last dinner where Wayne recounted Eddie’s tales) and of course -

‘Is that Creedence?!’ Eddie finally speaking up and pointing at the lizard, the decided companion and helper to Wayne in his journey.

‘Sure is kid, think he’s ready to roll. The question is, are you?’ It’s not the easiest thing for Wayne to do, sometimes he feels silly with all the fantasy and character voices that Eddie insists upon but when it makes the boy this happy? This unguarded and free? Who is Wayne to say no? Maybe the sillyness is good for him, good for both of them.

#MOMO WHEN I SAY I PUT A HAND TO MY MOUTH AND GASPED!!! OUT OF SHEER JOY!!!!!#GIGGLING AND SQUEAKING!!!!#MR MUNSON!!!!!#oh I LOVE HIM #SO MUCH #snuck some clarkson in there for the eagle eyed amongst you #AHHHH MUNSON BOYS JUST LEARNING ABOUT EACH KTHER #what if after Steve and Eddie get together steve is round at the trailer #and there’s an ongoing conversation (it’s NOT an argument okay? (it is))#about Steve playing dnd and Steve’s all ‘wayne will you please tell Eddie not everyone in his life has to play dnd ‘#and Wayne just has to sit there like ‘well Steve that’d be the pot calling the kettle black’#and Steve is in SHOCK ‘YOU? he got YOU???’#and Eddie’s sitting on the couch smug as a pig in shite ‘first ever story stevie’#AAAAAAA MOMO KISSED AND HUGD AND PRAISE AND ADORATION FOR YOH!!!!#stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson #THANK YOU THANK YOU MWAH I’ve not got much to offer I just LOVE YOUR WORDS!!#I always do that shouldn’t be a surprise.#do you know how lucky I feel to get your messages????#UNREAL

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bigskyandthecoldgun · 7 months

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steddie fake dating au that starts because robin’s mom keeps pushing for her and steve to get together and robin gets so fed up that she yells, “it’s not gonna happen because some people are gay, mom!”

and upon seeing the utter horror and fear on her face, steve swoops in and says he’s the one who’s gay. cue mr. and mrs. buckley, local hippies, attempting to show how supportive they are, and all the while steve gets eddie to agree to fake date to get the buckleys to prove they’re safe, so that robin will feel comfortable enough to come out to her parents.

#steve using his puppy dog eyes to get eddie to agree bc “it would mean so much to robin to know that her parents would accept her”#eddie agreeing because. it’s STEVE.#robin not knowing about ANY of this until steve and eddie show up to her house holding hands #mr. and mrs. buckley just want their daughter to see that they’re totally cool with her gay friends #they aspire to be the cool parents #bonus points if steve is aware of his own sexuality the whole time #bonus bonus points if nobody else had been #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #robin buckley #steddie fake dating #prompt !#feel free to use it tbh i’d love to see it #i might also use it. actually yeah i’ll also use it at some point

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writer-in-theory · 1 year

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Ever since he can remember, everyone has always said Steve looked like his Mama.

He acts like her too—that persistent kindness and protectiveness for the people they love, the ability to talk to people with relative ease, even the propensity for having a bit of an attitude. Even his soft brown eyes and the texture of his hair, all of it was Maggie Harrington.

Maggie always said that Steve was her greatest accomplishment, one of her best friends. She was so proud of her son, first for being Hawkins High's first All-State Champ in swimming and then for being a good role model in town. She'd missed the moment when he began to distance from her, from his parents, until she hardly knew anything about his life. She thinks it might've been because of Robert.

Steve Harrington could only have the best in store for him, which is why she'd allowed Robert to be tough with him. He knew what it meant to build a good future, what it would take to find happiness and stability. So she'd let Robert yell at him for throwing a party at their house and allowing a poor girl to go missing there. And she'd thought it had worked, based on the way Steve started bringing around sweet Nancy Wheeler and stopped hanging out with the Hagan boy. She thought it had worked.

When the Harringtons came home from their last business trip to Chicago, Steve was being dropped off by Police Chief Hopper. It looked like he'd been in a fight, and as much was confirmed when the Chief told him to stay out of trouble. Robert had been furious, ready to lay into Steve about the Harrington name and respectability, but then a group of kids Maggie didn't recognize tumbled out of the car, too, all hugging Steve and thanking him. He was their hero, they'd told the Harringtons, Steve was the best babysitter ever. Steve had never showed interest in babysitting before, but the way all of those kids so clearly looked up to him had Maggie in near tears.

Maggie had a feeling the mall job was a mistake. She'd felt it the moment Robert made the decision, loudly proclaiming that their son would learn what it was like to work a tough job, that he'd realize how lucky he had it that there was a family business he could be hired in. Maggie hated the humiliated look their Steven had given the first time he set out for the mall in that sailor's uniform, but her husband knew what it was like to be a teen boy, surely he had Steve's best interests at heart.

But then she'd gotten the call that there had been a fire, that Steve was involved and they needed to get down to the hospital. If she thought the fight in '84 looked bad, then nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her son in that hospital bed, vomiting profusely into a container and wincing through the obvious pain in his head. The morning after, that same group of kids fought the hospital staff to visit Steve, demanded it. The one with curly hair and the youngest girl loudly proclaimed that Steve had saved their lives, that he'd risked himself to make sure they were safe. Her baby was an actual goddamn town hero and she'd almost missed it, she almost never knew because she was too busy worrying about his future.

Maggie stopped worrying about family names and legacies, after that. She was the first to ask how his shifts at the movie store were and never minded when his talkative friend came over for dinner. Maggie kept waiting for the moment Steve would admit the two of them were dating, but he kept insisting they were friends, best friends.

She never saw Eddie Munson coming.

After the fourth tragedy to befall Steve, Maggie was convinced he needed to get out of Hawkins before it destroyed him. No one could find Steve in the immediate aftermath of the earthquake. He wasn't at the shelter, or the hospital, or with any other search parties. She'd worried briefly that the serial killer had gotten him, too, that they'd have to see what was so horrific about the method of killing that had left the town sparking a witch hunt for the guy.

He was found later at the Munson trailer, wearing military-style gear and bleeding out from his abdomen and neck. Maggie would never understand how an earthquake could cause that level of damage, nor the kind that was found on Eddie Munson just beside him. When Steve had woken up in the hospital, he'd simply told her that he couldn't talk about it, that it was better if she didn't know. She thinks that might be true.

Once Steve recovered, he stayed by the Munson boy's bedside every day. He'd bring a book, or a hacky sack, anything to keep himself busy while Eddie slept off his injuries. And when he came home, Steve was with him constantly. They were volunteering, he'd told her.

Then one day, months after the earthquake, Steve came home looking nervous.

"Mom." Maggie ached for the days when he'd come waddling into the living room screaming Mama, missed when he felt like he could tell her everything. When had that disappeared? "I need to tell you something."

"Of course, Stevie. You can tell me anything." Steve winced in the way she figured he would: they both know that hadn't been true in years.

Steve shuffled on his feet, wrung his hands together and worried them through his hair. Finally he stood ramrod straight, eyes focused directly on hers as he blurted the truth out. "Mom, I like guys. And girls. It's called being bisexual and I'm not sorry for it. I can pack a bag tonight if I have to, but I won't pretend anymore. I won't."

It was supposed to be scary. Maggie knows the version of her four years ago would have been terrified by the statement, angry or upset. Maybe she still is a little scared, only because she knows what the world is like for people who are different. She used to be upset by people who were different. In '83, she might've kicked Steve out for the fear of it all. But looking at him now, she saw the kid who drove those middle schoolers to the arcade because he could, and who saved peoples' lives in the mall at the near expense of his own, the guy who believed Eddie Munson was innocent even when the entire town had turned on him out of fear of the Other. She saw Steve Harrington, her darling son who'd grown up before she even realized it, becoming far greater a man than she could have ever hoped for.

"How long have you two been dating? You and Eddie Munson?" Maggie asked gently, a smile working its way on her face. She'd wondered why he hadn't dated anyone after Nancy, but maybe it was simply that he wasn't telling her about that part of his life anymore.

Steve's eyes widened, lips parting like he was surprised by the response. He floundered a little, looking around for an explanation. "Um. Since last summer, we met at the mall. How did you...?"

Maggie laughed then, far brighter than it ever had been in years. "I know when my son's in love. I just didn't know where to look, didn't notice the answer was right there."

"You're not...mad? Disappointed?"

"Honey," Maggie sighed, taking a few steps forward so she could grab onto his arms. "Steven Robert Harrington, you are my son. I will always love you, no matter what. I'm so sorry I ever ever made you feel otherwise. All I've ever wanted for you is happiness, and if that's with Eddie Munson then that's that."

"Mom," Steve croaked, voice cracking around the word as he pulled her in for a hug. She could feel him shake in her arms, sniffling like he was trying to hide the tears. "Do you want to meet him? Eddie, I mean, do you want to...?"

"He's outside?"

"He came over to support me, in case we needed to, well." In case his parents were kicking him out. God, where had they gone so wrong? "Do you want to?"

"Please," Maggie answered quietly, knowing this wouldn't be enough to make up for the years of wrong they'd done. She wanted to know her son, wanted to know the people who made him happiest. She wanted to hear about his day and know that if something ever went wrong that he would call his parents himself, not wait for the hospital or the police to do so. "Please."

Then Steve was bringing in Eddie Munson, who stood out in the pristine, polished Harrington home but who made Maggie's son's eyes light up in a way she'd never seen them. He was smiling, holding his hand out for a handshake.

"Mama, this is Eddie," Steve was saying, and Maggie could cry because it felt like she'd done something right, because she could see how deeply in love Steve was with Eddie because it was a mirror of her own expression when she looked at Robert. This was her son, and her future son-in-law, and Maggie couldn't be prouder.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #mrs harrington #implied homophobia #but like the harringtons are cool #stranger things #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #jay writes in theory

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steddielations · 10 months

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Eddie should’ve never taken that loan. It was at the start of his career, he was young and desperate to make it in the industry. It was just to fund his demo tapes but he should’ve known better than to get entangled with the mob, it wouldn’t end there. Once his music took off, they wanted more and more.

Now he has a life, a husband, they’re talking about adopting and Eddie hates himself for keeping this from Steve. He rationalized it, didn’t want to drag Steve into his mess, thought he could keep quietly paying but they want too much now. Eddie’s career isn’t as active anymore, there’s no way Steve won’t notice, they’ll go bankrupt, revealing this secret that he shouldn’t have kept for so long.

He’s gotten a few ominous calls and an unfriendly visitor at the studio that made it clear, they want their money and they’re gonna get it. He has to tell Steve, it’s getting too dangerous. So now he’s sitting across the dinner table from his husband, over a meal so lovingly made for them, about to blow up their life.

“Sweetheart, there’s something—”

There’s a noise outside the window, could’ve just been the wind but there’s more noises, people… footsteps… Eddie grabs Steve, dragging him to the bedroom as he demands to know what’s going on. Eddie tells him everything, in a hushed voice crouching inside their closet with tears brimming, he tells him every lie that’s caught up to them, stained their marriage, apologizes for putting their lives in danger and Steve—

Steve is rifling through the closet, pushing aside clothes to reveal the wall. There’s a compartment behind a painting that Eddie’s never seen. He watches, speechless and shocked to his core as his husband, his kindergarten teacher husband who wears ironed polos and makes dinner every night in a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, takes several lethal looking weapons from the wall and starts loading them up, quick and efficient like a machine.

“Steve, what—”

“You’re not the only one with secrets, love,” he presses a firm, forgiving kiss to Eddie’s forehead and leads him out of the closet, weapon raised, “Now get behind me.”

#Mr and mrs smith vibes anyone?#I always have to make ‘just some guy Steve’ a secret badass sorry #steddie #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie au #rockstar eddie munson #teacher steve harrington #rueswriting #stranger things #i’ve had this concept in my mind forever i had to get it out #mp

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artiststarme · 1 year

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The reason why Eddie kept failing English is because he wrote about all of Shakespeare’s characters being gay and Mrs. O’Donnell didn’t approve.

In his first senior year, he wrote a really nice essay about it which she graded harshly because she was homophobic. By his third senior year, Eddie has given up and just writes whatever he feels like because he knows she'll fail him anyways.

“Hamlet and Macbeth? Fucking gay as hell,” Eddie writes for his third essay.

Steve thinks he's hilarious and that's why Eddie loves him.

(Mrs. O'Donnell gives him an A on his final paper just so he stops coming back. But a win's a win in his book and he finally fucking graduated!)

Well guys, I wrote it! Read it as a fic here!

#He writes DnD campaigns and speaks intelligently #There’s no way he would fail English unless Mrs. O’Donell had beef with him for some reason #stranger things #headcanon #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #mrs. o'donnell

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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One of Steve’s students post a Tiktok of Steve climbing a step ladder to hang up a poster on the wall in his classroom and says, “I know Eddie Munson is furious right now.”

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#You can hear the other students in the class asking if Mr Harrington should be doing that #Eddie of course sees the Tiktok on his for you page #Eddie munson #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson Tiktok Saga

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irisesforyoureyes · 2 years

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the sluttiest thing a man can do is be fictional

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 6 months

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Steve wraps his hair in a bandana when he's cleaning, elbow high gloves on, and a matching apron. He's cleaning when Eddie stops by to hang out, and he starts complaining about how the party jokingly calls him mom.

"I mean, what about me screams mom to you?" Steve asked, pausing to look at him to put his hands on his hips.

"Uhh. . . ," Eddie said, unsure of how to answer that. "You know, I've had a long day. May I have a beer, dear?"

"Yeah, sure," Steve said.

He went into the kitchen and handed Eddie a beer before placing a kiss on his lips. He went back to cleaning.

"You weren't supposed to get me a beer, Steve! It was a sarcastic comment on the joke about you being a mom and tacking on that you totally look like a housewife," Eddie said.

"I do not," Steve scoffed.

Eddie slapped his knees as he stood up. He grabbed Steve by the shoulders and made him stand in front of the hallway mirror.

"You totally do," he replied.

"It's all to protect me from the dirt, Eddie," he said, blushing.

"You like it, though . . .the idea of being a housewife. . .being a house husband," Eddie corrected. "You watched those old sitcoms, and you wished that was you. Reverse the gender roles and whatnot."

"Please, the term gender role is a stupid made-up thing to put women in their place. I just wish they portrayed more men being stay at home dads," Steve blushed heavily. "You know for women."

"It's so hot when you make little speeches against non conformity," Eddie whispered in his ear. "It's not just for women, though, is it Steve?"

He pressed his lips against Steve’s ear, his hands on his hips. Steve sighed and closed his eyes, leaning against him.

"No," Steve said softly.

"You want to greet me at the door with a kiss and a baby on your hip," Eddie said, and Steve nodded.

"Please," Steve said.

"You don't have to just be a house husband either. You could work too, and I would totally do the same thing with you, too. Share the work in a complete and utter partnership," Eddie said. "You walk through the door, and I welcome you with a kiss, our baby on my hip. Once I put the baby down to sleep, I take you upstairs to make another baby."

"Eddie, we can't - " Steve said.

"Doesn't mean we can't practice, big boy," Eddie said. "So, what do you say? You want to be my house husband?"

"Yes," Steve said.

Eddie whirled him around and pressed a harsh kiss to his lips, then quickly broke it.

"Now, go upstairs, get naked, then put all this stuff back on," Eddie said, fingering the apron.

"Yes, dear."

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction #steve secretly wants to be mr. mom

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 2 months

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new hs history teacher(/basketball coach ofc) steve who is being shown around the school by gym teacher chrissy.

she takes him around the building to show him where the teacher's lounge is, the cafeteria, what bathrooms to avoid at all costs, and to where her office is if he ever needs anything.

"If I'm not here, I'm probably in Robbie's class over in the language department."

"Robbie?"

"Robin, my partner. She officially teaches ASL, but she likes to join in on the others' lessons whenever she has downtime."

Finally, once they've covered the whole length of the school, she brings him to his room. "So this is you, and right next door is Eddie, our Criminalistics teacher." gesturing to the still-dark window of the door directly across from his in the alcove.

There's polaroids covering nearly every inch of the outside of the door, pictures of what he can only assume are students with the same dark-haired man.

"Criminalistics?"

"It's a science elective," she explains, "It focuses on the basics of forensic science!"

"Wow that’s…really?"

She nods enthusiastically, "It’s super interesting,” she nods, moving to unlock the empty what-will-be history classroom. “Eddie’s here on even days, and in the music room on odd days for the guitar elective classes."

"Anything I should know about my wall neighbor?" he asks as she pushes the door open.

It looks like she's going to say no, but something flickers across her face and she winces minutely.

"Oh god, what is it?"

She looks at him sheepishly, "How do you feel about metal music?"

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Since his tour in mid June, Steve's completely overhauled his classroom.

The only room available to him was the one down here in the science hall, but he made do, plastering removable whiteboard contact paper to the tops of the lab tables and a little reminder at each spot for the students about his less-than-stellar hearing, to make sure they speak up when answering a question from the back of the room.

And ever since he got his room, he'd been waiting for the day he finally meets his neighbor.

He met Chrissy's Robbie the same day he had the tour, and they clicked instantly (No seriously, how did he ever function before Robin?). Chrissy had made the comment about them being platonic soulmates one night in August when they'd gone out for one too many drinks, and it's stuck ever since.

Speaking of: "What are you still doing here, dingus? It's almost five."

"Yeah, I know, I know," he says, waving her off.

Robin comes in from the hall and plops herself down on one of the table tops instead of helping him hang a map behind his desk. "You're still adding stuff to your walls?"

"Well, I haven't been here for a couple years already, Bobs," he grits out as he stretches up on his toes to hang the far corner of his map. Finally, the eyelet hooks over the many-times-painted-over hook embedded in the concrete wall. "So yes."

"Well you can finish up tomorrow, we," she emphasizes the word by dramatically waving the same sign with her hand between them, "Have a burger date to get to."

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The following day, the day before the school year officially starts, Steve arrives early to his classroom, only to find his neighbor's classroom lit up as well.

The be-polaroided door is propped open all the way, the sound of heavy drums and guitar streaming out the door along with the faint smell of moth balls and a spicy incense.

His own room forgotten, Steve steps through Mr. Munson's doorway.

Eddie is standing behind his desk at the front of the room, but hunched over it scribbling onto something.

When Steve's shoe squeaks against the tile floor, Eddie says "Hey, what do you think, identifying skeletal remains, or blood spatter first?" without looking up at him.

"Skeletons, of course." Eddie's head snaps up to look at him. His huge dark eyes are much more striking in person than in a photo. "Much more interesting, yeah?"

Eddie blinks at him. "You're not Chrissy."

"You're correct."

Eddie blinks again, "Who're you?"

"Oh, sorry, hi. I'm Steve. I'm your new neighbor." he gives the other man an awkward wave when he still doesn't move. "Sorry, should I--" he says, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb.

"No!" Eddie interrupts, standing straight and hurrying out from around his desk.

He extends a hand and jogs lightly up to Steve. His pen is still laced into his fingers, the end of it chewed flat. "Oh shit, sorry, sorry," he tucks the pen behind his ear, "I'm Eddie. Munson."

"I know," Steve smirks, taking Eddie's hand. "I've been waiting to meet you."

"Oh have you?" he smirks.

"Yeah, Chrissy told me you're her best friend and I wanted your advice on maybe asking her out."

Eddie's face hardens immediately, the warm milk chocolate of his eyes curing into a solid dark, the easy smirk morphing into a cringe as he looks Steve up and down.

He opens his mouth to say something particularly scathing, Steve's sure, but he cuts him off before he can. "I'm kidding, man, I know she's with Robin."

His expression softens just a bit.

"Plus, she's not really my type anyway, even if I were hers."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm more into brunettes." Steve winks, finally releasing Eddie's hand. "I still have a bit more to get done, but I'll check in with you later?"

"Oh--yeah, for sure, I'll be here." Eddie stammers out, his cheeks tinged pink.

Steve fist pumps in his head as he heads to his door, You still got it, Harrington.

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livwritesstuff · 19 days

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vaguely inspired by something my boss said the other day (and also by that tiktok audio that went viral)

Eddie walks into the kitchen just in time to see Steve setting his phone down and looking utterly perplexed.

"What?" he asks, not sure what to expect.

“Uh, so we’re going into Boston tomorrow because Moe is running in the goddamn Boston Marathon, apparently.”

Eddie feels his jaw drop.

"What the fuck?"

"Don't even get me started, Ed. I guess some idiot she works with was making comments about it and she took it as a challenge."

"Jesus Christ. We really lucked out that she's not evil or something because we'd all be in trouble."

"I know, right?" Steve replies, shaking his head.

“What’s the big deal about the Boston Marathon?” Hazel asks from the kitchen counter, “Is it, like, longer than other marathons?”

Steve's eyebrows fly up as he looks at their youngest daughter.

“What, Hazel — all marathons are the same length.”

Hazel blinks.

“Right.”

“It’s harder than a lot of other marathons though,” Steve continues, “There’s a lot of hills and it’s not easy to qualify for, which — I didn't even know Moe ran, never mind ran marathons."

“She never tells us stuff," Hazel comments, "Why does she never tell us stuff?"

“Your sister’s kind of a machine, Haze,” Eddie tells her, “Does your computer give you a month’s notice when it needs an update?”

"No."

"Well, there you go."

#steve is like mr bennet perpetually in dismay over how ridiculous his children are #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie dads #happy boston marathon day to those who celebrate #wherever you live - if you have the opportunity to go watch people run a marathon you should do it #there's such a special energy in the air

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anironnn · 2 years

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The Dustin Henderson I knew would get Eddie Munson's body the hell out of there.

He would get him out, even if he had to pull and drag with his full strength and shake and cry his eyes out and break down and scream for Steve and the others to help him lift Eddie through the gate. He would get him out of that place if it's the last thing he did.

#I'm not blaming Dustin for anything #i mean the duffers left so many logical things undone and unaddressed #it's pain #stranger things s4 #stranger things #eddie munson #dustin henderson #eddie munson i worship you for life #eddie and dustin #steve harrington #steddie #he wasn't just innocent mr. munson he was a hero #robin buckley #steve & robin #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #will byers #byler

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rogueddie · 2 years

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Eddie and Steve end up needing someone to pick them up from the station. There's a lot of chaos and confusion, mostly because Eddie is insisting Steve come home with him and Wayne. Steve's parents are there, arguing with the officers.

When Wayne arrives, he's just as confused as everyone else- that is, until he finds out exactly what happened. Until he finds out exactly why Eddie has a bloody nose. Until he finds out exactly why Steve has a black eye and split lip, holding his ribs like he has some bruises hidden there too.

Turns out, Mr Harrington had been telling Steve to stop spending so much time with Eddie. Not just because of how he looks or the dismissed murder charges, but because Eddie still lives at the trailer park. He didn't want his son hanging around with 'those people'.

When the two had come home from their trip early, only to find Steve half asleep on the couch with Eddie, sleepily kissing up his neck...

Eddie gleefully tells Wayne that Mr Harrington had gone for him first, that he had choked him by lifting him off the couch by his throat. He'd gotten the hit to the nose because he'd been confused, because he'd called out for Steve.

And Steve hadn't hesitated, had immediately started pulled his dad away. Mr Harrington hadn't appreciated that, had thrown the first punch. But Steve had long since learnt to take a punch. He had long since learnt how to throw one too.

Apparently Mr Harrington looks a lot worse than Steve. The officers had repeatedly told him to go see a Doctor type of bad. The painfully dark bruising on Steves knuckles back this up.

"Sorry for causing any trouble," Steve had quietly said once Eddie finished regaling the whole thing. "I just... really don't think it'd be safe for me to go back with them right now. I could call Hopper?"

"Don't be dumb," Wayne couldn't help but laugh, grabbing Steves shoulder. "I'm just sad I missed the fun. Come on boys, let's go home. We can talk about where Steve'll sleep on the drive."

Eddie punches a hand up, whooping in excitement. Steve is very confused until Eddie finally explains;

"What, did you think we were gonna let you go home to them after they did that to your face? Come on, man. If we keep our hands to ourselves we might be able to convince him that you can sleep with me."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #wayne munson #steddie fic #ficlet #this is a Mr Harrington hate blog #foundfamily

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imthursdaysyme · 11 months

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Installment 1/3 of wrestlers: Eddie pushed Steve off the couch and Steve brought Eddie with him

#drawing #art #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #in my mind they wrestle #they tumbling #I like to think they were watching a movie of Eddie’s like some horror shit and Steve just made some stupid comment #and Eddie cuffed him on the head and so Steve gripped his shirt #and well #down they went #he said if I’m going down you’re going down with me #I like to think Jonathan is sitting on the couch still like what the fuck #as Steve and Eddie are tumbling on the floor and bump into the coffee table and robin just lifts her feet like this is normal and Jon’s like #bro pls why and he falls on the ground from them hitting everything and Eddie accidentally grabbing his leg #and then poor Jon mr sweet sibling relationship doesn’t understand the art of tumbling with your friends #except steddie are together but this is for fun #anyway #digital art

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bebx · 2 months

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Beb if Creelson and Doomreed met eachother, would anyone get along or would it be like fighting cats?

I don’t think Victor would get along with anyone, honestly, unless the partnership benefited him in some way and he could later betray them. Reed is an exception, of course, but even then I think Victor’s still struggling trying to come to terms with the fact that his love for Reed may be genuine, in the sense that a part of him actually wants to have Reed just for himself and he doesn’t really want to betray or hurt Reed; the concept as a whole is confusing and terrifying to him, and Doom doesn’t like being confused or terrified — point is, he’s already struggling enough trying to accept the fact that he loves Reed Richards, I don’t think he can afford trying to genuinely get along with anybody else unless it benefits him.

(that being said, though, I could see him empathizing with Henry and relating to him in more than one way. I think there’d be some unsaid mutual respect between them, but I can’t really see that developing into a friendship.)

but Victor, obviously, cannot stand Eddie.

Henry, I think, would hate Victor at first. maybe Victor even reminded him of Brenner at first, before he got to know him, if he got to know him. and when — if — he knows Victor’s not like Brenner, I can kind of see him stopping trying to actively kill him? but I don’t see a genuine friendship between these two. mutual respect and secret admiration? yes. but not friendship.

on the other hand, I do think Reed and Eddie would get along. Eddie would happily listen to Reed talk about science all day and he’d ask him questions, and Reed would be more than happy to answer him. it’s been a while since someone’s this interested in Reed’s interests without calling him a nerd and bullying him for it, so Reed’s very happy to have Eddie around. and also, Eddie can relate to Reed since they were both bullied, another reason why I think they’d be best friends.

Eddie would tease him about Victor, and when Reed was all blushing, Eddie would just say, “nah it’s cool, my boyfriend’s a psychopath too. see? another thing we both have in common!”

Reed can’t really understand why Eddie’s even with someone like Henry, but he supposes he’s not in the position to make any comments about Eddie’s taste in men when he’s with Victor.

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catharusustulatus · 1 year

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Steve runs hot and Eddie is always cold, but Eddie is the sun and Steve is the moon. Steve exercises every morning to keep in shape and Eddie can eat whatever he wants and not gain weight. Steve loves to make big romantic breakfasts and Eddie is barely hungry until 2 pm. Steve is horrible at board games but competitive and Eddie is laid back and always wins. Steve cooks full meals when he’s hungry and Eddie eats a bell pepper like an apple. Steve loves to sit on his roof and look at the stars and Eddie loves to sit on Steve’s roof and look at Steve.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things headcanon #steddie headcanon #stranger things headcanons #this short little diddy is dedicated to brain rot #imagine Steve and Eddie on the roof and they’re smitten with each other #and steve turns to look at Eddie and finds that he’s been looking at him the whole time #how long have you been staring? Steve asks #long enough says Eddie and then he dives into Steve’s lips #and then they make out in the cold until it’s time for bed #and Steve’s bedroom has never felt so good before in his life #also you know Steve is making like eggs Benedict out of a cookbook Mrs Henderson gave him for his birthday #and Eddie is like thank you I love it but also wet eggs???#anyway they’re married now so there

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corrodedcoughin · 1 year

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Mr Clarke coming back in s5 to help and ends up spending his time with one Mr Wayne Munson in an effort to find Eddie because if there’s no body Wayne isn’t giving up.

Hard cut to Eddie being carried back through a portal by Steve and seeing Mr Clarke together, and he whispers to Steve ‘I think Mr Clarke fucked my uncle’ and passes out

#mr Clarke and Wayne munson power couple WHEN?!?#they’d be such monster hunter conspiracy theorists in a quiet way #a room full of radios for tracking everything #but then a casserole in the oven and a box of cookies at the ready for guests #becuase if they have ONE THING it’s hospitality #Eddie actually loves it becuase wayne smiles and tries to hide it but can’t help himself #mr Clarke is always coming up with ideas and listens to Eddie and his friends like no other adult in authority ever has #EDDIES GOT DADS MY FRIENDS #Steve gets adopted in and it’s chaos but in a way that families are #he goes to bed every night thinking he’s finally made it #GIRL HELP THE OLD MEN GOT ME #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #wayne munson #mr clarke

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