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mombin pt 6 and look who showed up
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#stranger things#platonic stobin#steddie#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#cw pregnancy#sorry to rob you of the meet cute but steve's got a lot going on. sometimes he needs a tinder date#someone said on my first mombin 'steddies will insert eddie into everything' kshjsdjsdjs#yes i will. i would be betraying myself if i didn't#ALSO#there is a teeny little plothole/inconsistency somewhere in this#it's like. easily explainable#i want to see if anyone else notices it#it's not that the car is backwards btw let's say that was just a crazy u turn
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El being wholesome with Steve. El being wholesome with Steve. The weird sibling duo we didn’t know we needed. I need more of it. I might do it….no I’ve done enough of them…
Okay, okay. But just picture this:
The kids trying to embarrass Steve all the time with photos and stories to Eddie, but El ruins it every.single.time. because she is so unbelievably wholesome when it comes to Steve.
Here is everyone pulling out scoops photos (which Eddie actually loves thank you very much) and sharing stories about his failed dates. Dustin tells Eddie specifically about the time he was teaching Lucas basketball and Lucas threw the ball too hard at the backboard and hit Steve in the face.
So they are all poking fun at Steve in his and Robin’s apartment (because in every universe these platonic soulmates live together) and there is just El who randomly chimes in:
“Steve took me to this thing called a ren faire once. It was very fun. We both looked really pretty.”
Eddie absolutely melts at the story and gushes over the photos she has.
And everyone gets quiet every time, because no one wants to criticize El, but one time Max gently goes, “You know that’s like….nice right? We’re making fun of him.”
Everyone one expects her to being embarrassed or confused but instead she simple says.
“I know. I don’t like it. Steve’s nice.”
And she embarrasses everyone, except Robin and Eddie who are the only ones Steve never gets upset with when they make fun of him. They all mumble out apologies, and Steve turns to Dustin and goes:
“This is why she gets a special section in the freezer. All different flavors of eggos.”
El’s eyes get wide. “Even the blueberry ones?”
Steve gives her hair a tousle, “Especially the blueberry ones.”
#el and steve have a sibling relationship#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#el hopper#eleven hopper#the party stranger things#platonic stobin#my writing
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Eddie Munson likes to perch on things like a feral crow
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worship.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fanart#stranger things fanart#kei's stranger things art
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Swipe immediately you coward
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#transfem steve harrington#stevie harrington#transmasc eddie munson#t4t steddie
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Robin tries to warn Eddie not to go out drinking heavily with Steve but does he listen? Oh no, the opposite, he's more curious than ever. He needs to know what Steve is like when he's blasted.
And he unfortunately learns that Steve is that clingy, touchy, flirts with anything that moves kind of drunk when he casually plops himself right in Eddies lap, straddling, bc "it's better to cuddle like this, Eds, c'mon 🥺"
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Steddie as rival lawyers who have very different careers.
Steve became a prosecuting attorney after graduating from a top school at his parents’ insistence. It pays well and makes them happy, even if it’s joyless for him to fight for things he doesn’t believe in.
Prosecuting innocent people and fighting for the sake of money without morals.
On the other end of the spectrum is free-spirited Eddie Munson. He’s a defense attorney who shows up in ill-fitting suits that show off his many neck and hand tattoos. Piercings in his ears and hair that’s not tidy or tamed in any way.
He’s a rebel who barely graduated from some lower tier law school with no prestige whatsoever.
Steve naturally assumed their first trial would be a breeze.
But somehow— sheer dumb luck, bad jury selection, or just stupid fate— Eddie wins. And he keeps winning.
Over and over for months.
Steve’s long uninterrupted winning streak becomes a losing one. If Eddie’s in the courtroom too, Steve knows he’s already lost his case.
It’s humbling.
Actually, it’s frankly embarrassing to lose to someone who’s so unprofessional and doesn’t take the law seriously like Steve.
Eddie is respectful of course, but he doesn’t use lawyer-speak unless he’s referencing a precedent of a law. Other than that, he’s overly casual and friendly. Everyone’s favorite lawyer.
He doesn’t lack passion though. No, the guy all but hops up on tables to make speeches about freedom or the American dream during every trial. Utterly ridiculous.
It works though. The juries fall for his bullshit about being down to earth and his clients walk free because of it.
Steve can’t stand it. He can’t stand Eddie and his mockery of his career.
This ultimately culminates in a confrontation in the parking lot one night after a particularly tense trial conclusion.
Once again, Eddie’s guy walked free and Steve knows he’s gonna hear about it from his boss (who also happens to be his dad).
So he might snap a bit when Eddie comes out whistling and looking happier than anything.
“Hey, jackass!”
Eddie looks around like Steve might be referring to some other jackass, despite the otherwise empty parking lot.
He points to himself in question and Steve rolls his eyes in answer.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Eddie finally greets him with a smirk. “Chinese takeout for tonight sound good?”
Steve’s stomach growls at the mere suggestion.
He’d accidentally skipped lunch earlier so he could make changes to his closing argument. Fat load of good that did him.
“Yeah, sure, whatever. You’re not off the hook that easily though. What the hell was that brutal cross examination on my witness, you dickhead?”
Eddie smiles extra sweetly and presses a quick but affectionate kiss to Steve’s forehead first.
“All’s fair in love, war, and court, baby. You can whine about it later when we’re home if you really want to. I happen to know some very nice pillows that would love to muffle your pretty little moans.”
Asshole.
He blushes, glancing around to make sure they’re still alone before he pulls Eddie into an embrace.
They’ve barely spent any time together this week because of the tense trial and he really missed his boyfriend (not to be mistaken for the jackass who argues with him daily in the courtroom).
As much as they can separate their personal and work lives, it’s hard to not be on the same side of things.
“What if I want you to hear me moan, Eddie? I think it’s only fair since you seem to get everyone else off and I’m the one always suffering for it,” he mumbles snarkily into Eddie’s shirt.
Eddie laughs at the pun. He knew that he would.
“Is that why you’re sulking, babylove? You want me to get you off too?” He nods with a pathetic whine. Not getting to cum for a few days can do that to a person. “I think that can be arranged. You’ve been such a good boy for me lately. You’ve earned a treat.”
Steve melts into his boyfriend’s arms, feeling loved.
“I missed you.”
Another kiss to the forehead, but this time Eddie’s lips linger there as he speaks.
“Missed you too, sweetheart. Not sorry for winning, but I am sorry that you lost.”
Steve knew the defendant was innocent. There wasn’t much of a case to be made anyway. It still stings though.
“Yeah... I’ve been thinking about that and it might be time to quit my dad’s firm. I’d much rather be on the same side as you,” Steve confesses.
Eddie pauses.
“Does that mean…”
Steve looks up smiling and confirms, “Yes. I’ll accept the job offer if it’s still on the table.”
The rival lawyer had offered him a job months ago, before they even got together.
By accepting the position, it means they’d finally be allowed to be a couple publicly and they’d be sitting on the same side of the court for once.
It would also free Steve from his dad’s control and disappointment.
“Stevie, I’d love nothing more than to have you as my partner. In both the court and life. I love you, sweetheart.”
He can’t resist.
“I love you too… jackass.”
Eddie makes good on his promise to get Steve off that night. He even brings out the handcuffs for accuracy sake.
#don’t ask me how we got here because I have no idea#enemies to lovers as rival lawyers makes sense maybe#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie ficlet
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I saw that reverse writing tropes prompts go around and the 'instead of fake dating everyone's convinced you're not actually dating' is a 10/10 prompt for Steddie lol.
Between Eddie's dramatics and Steve's two year "thing" with/over/about Nancy, the fact they're instantly comfortable with each other, and the fact their relationship is very jokey, and you have not a singular soul believing either of them.
Well except Robin, but that's only because she shares a braincell with Steve and has more than once had to coax him out of the bathroom in grounds that Eddie "Won't break up with you over a bad hair day dingus God."
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I don’t know if Eddie will survive that 💀
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fanart#steddie art#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#fanart#steve harrington fanart
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Steve’s not paying attention. He’s in his head thinking about who knows what, when he hands Eddie a can of Coke.
“Thanks,” Eddie hums while Steve plops down beside him on the couch.
And then it happens.
Steve, without a thought in his head, leans over and presses a kiss to Eddie’s temple.
Before he’s completely pulled back he realizes his mistake.
“Uh, thanks?” Eddie’s lips are pursed like he’s fighting back saying a whole lot more.
“Shit,” Steve’s still positioned halfway between sitting down and leaning in.
“It’s ok, dude.” Eddie tries to hold his soda casually. “We’ve all done it.” But Eddie scrunches his face like he doesn’t even believe his lie.
“No, uh, I don’t-I don’t know why I did that.” Except he does.
He’s been thinking about kissing Eddie for months. He’s been wondering how soft the man’s lips are, or if he’d be gentle or rough when kissing Steve back.
The lie feels like a lead balloon in his gut.
“No big deal, Harrington. In fact, I’ll kiss you. Even the score.”
“Wha-?” Eddie’s lips cut Steve off with the most awkward kiss Steve’s ever experienced.
But.
It’s Eddie’s lips pressing against Steve’s and Steve doesn’t want to waste this insane opportunity so he kisses back. The action must surprise Eddie because he stalls his lips for a brief second before he’s surging forward like a man starved for more.
They’re interrupted by a clearing of a throat.
“Wha-what is happening here?” Robin stands at the end of the couch, returning from the bathroom with her arms crossed.
Eddie’s eyes widen and he pulls away from Steve’s lips slowly.
“Uh, well? I owed Steve for…” he looks around for any kind of answer, then notices the can in his hand. “My soda!”
Robin stares at him incredulously. “I’ll get my own drinks from now on.”
#accidental first kiss#I love idiots to lovers#steddie#my writing#steddie ficlet#steddiecameraroll posts#steddie fanfic
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requested closeups of the steddie tinder profiles
#steddie#stranger things#mombin#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve knows wtf he’s doing in those pictures#i was going to write the bios but it’s really Really hard to do that and keep it in character
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Steddie's daughter packing a couple of her barbies into Eddie's luggage one time just before he was set to go on a short tour because she didn't want him to feel lonely while away from home
and so Eddie sends Steve pictures like this captioned "we gettin craaaaaaaazy in the bus tonight!"
#steddie#shitpost#they're girl dads ur honor#baby girl gets child safe photos of Barbie enjoying back stage and hanging out with the band#Metal Barbie#Gareth makes her a little battle vest#daughter demands a matching one when they get home
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dude got too distracted by thinking about joseph
#A CUTIE#Don’t make the poor dude spoil you guys#Joe’s all like: My guy 🥰🥰😍😍😍😍#LOL#I need Joseph back okay#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things 5#joe keery#joseph quinn#steddie
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Trailer park Steve AU part 62
part 1 | part 61 | ao3
cw: violence, off-hand mentions of drug use
Light bleeds through the cracks in the boathouse walls. Max is the one who found it, spotted the glowing bulb over the door and called them down the slope behind the house to check it out, and now Steve leads the group inside and clings to his nail bat in a way he hopes is reassuring but is probably just putting everyone else on edge.
Can’t really be helped, though.
Place gives him the creeps.
It's dark and dank, overwhelmingly humid, with a smell like mildew and old food over a layer of fear sweat, and the wood groans beneath their feet while the walls sway with the breeze. Makes it feel like the room is breathing, like they're standing inside of a haunted lung.
Steve braces himself in the middle of the room, head on a swivel while the group fans out around the edges, dipping in and out of shadow. Dustin calls for Eddie. Max checks the latch on a window. Robin points her flashlight at a pile of food wrappers and says, "This looks new."
Steve flexes his fingers on the bat; picks up an oar, too, just to be safe.
"What?" Dustin snorts. "You gonna dual-wield against your boyfriend?"
Steve rolls his eyes. "He's not my—"
"—Ex-boyfriend, then, whatever. Still can't believe you never told me about that."
“Okay,” Steve huffs. Dustin’s grumpy muttering sounds more hurt than he’s letting on, but he’s letting on plenty, and Steve’s too keyed up to do this right now. “Can we just—” He gestures around the room with the oar to illustrate how completely not the time for this it is. “Can we not?"
"No,” Dustin protests, voice rising, “no, we can't not, Steve, because you—" He steps into Steve’s space, jabbing a finger against his sternum and backing him up to the edge of a tarp-covered boat. "—are a liar. You have been lying to me for months! And now it looks like you're gearing up to try and bludgeon my good friend with two blunt objects!"
"Shut up!” Steve snaps. He takes a deep breath; lifts the blunt objects in question, giving them a little shake. “First of all, it's not the boyfriend I'm worried about using these on, and secondly—"
He doesn't get to finish that sentence.
He doesn’t get to plant his feet.
With a noise like a war cry, something blue blurs at the edge of Steve’s periphery and launches him across the room, shoving him backward over tarps and tackle boxes until his back slams against the wall and knocks the wind out of him, and his skull smacks the wood and sets off a snow storm in his vision — muffled ringing in his ears, tornado warning wailing through a thick layer of cotton. Steve’s friends are all shouting, and there’s something sharp against his throat, and someone is barking questions at him; hot, stale breath over his chin; a fist balled up in the front of his shirt.
“Are you real?” the voice demands, hand twisting in Steve’s collar and tugging him against the sharp thing. “ARE YOU REAL?”
Steve blinks. Blinks and sways into the sharp sting beneath his jaw until the dizzy spell ends.
The scene before him comes into focus slowly.
Steve thinks, for the millionth time that day, that he must be losing his mind. That he must have lost it already.
The blurry, shouting thing is Eddie. Eddie, who is glassy-eyed and drooling like a wild animal, who is pinning Steve to a splintered wall with a shattered bottle to his throat; whose face floods Steve with such intensely euphoric relief that he thinks he finally gets why people do hard drugs.
Even now, even like this, the only thought in Steve’s head is how lovely Eddie's face is.
How grateful he is to see it again, even if it might be the last thing he ever sees.
Beside them, Dustin speaks in low, placating tones, holding out his hands and encouraging Eddie to back off. Promising that Steve’s not gonna hurt him, that they’re all just here to help as Eddie’s eyes slip over and past Steve and his body tenses for the kill.
“Not real, not real, not real,” Eddie mumbles, spit shining on his shaking lip.
The bottle knicks Steve’s skin.
“Eddie!” Dustin begs. Max and Robin's eyes are huge. And Steve—
Steve laughs. A soft, hysterical thing, barely voiced, because of course Eddie’s going to kill him. Of course he is.
He’s already been doing it for weeks.
"What happened to your knife?" he jokes wetly, tipping his head back to bare his throat.
The question snaps Eddie back to himself. Steve watches from under his damp lashes as Eddie's eyes sharpen on him, darting all over his face with sudden, painful awareness, with something dangerously close to hope.
The hand holding the bottle trembles. "...Baby?" Eddie whispers, wet eyes searching still.
Steve holds his gaze. Nods against the jagged edge.
Glass shatters on the floor as Eddie collapses into him.
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Some silly Eddie reactions cus people seem to love them
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rockstar Eddie au where everyone in the fandom knows that if he's stepping towards the audience for a moment that they shouldn't get excited, his eyes have locked onto his husband Steve and has become blind to everyone else in that moment. he does it so much that it becomes a meme.
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