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thinking about Eddie, who because of the upsidedown was in a coma for effectively the rest of '86. When he woke up he had to re-learn a lot of shit, since even after he could open his eyes and sit up, moving was still hard.
Steve and Robin go with him to all of his PT appointments as he works on moving and standing up, but not walking yet. The therapist overhears him complaining to Steve about how he misses writing, since his hands are too shaky for the words to be legible.
She tells him that if he wants to write better he should practice more, and maybe pick something else up that requires small, repetitive movements, like sewing or crocheting.
Eddie is about to open his mouth to say that sewing might be a good idea, because he can work on putting his old patches onto the new vest that the kids bought him as a "we're glad you're not dead present", when Robin comes back from the bathroom and pipes up that she has some crocheting stuff from when she and Steve tried to learn together a few years back, and that's the end of that conversation.
crocheting is his least favorite part of the night, even if Robin and Steve are patient and let him pick the movie in the background and don't get frustrated when he drops the hook between the couch cushions for the thirtieth time in an hour.
Eventually he gets the hang of it, but--out of spite--refuses to make anything other than a very long line with his yarn, telling Steve and Robin he's going to strangle them with it when he's done, because crocheting "is literally the least metal thing in the world."
He stops threatening to strangle Robin after she makes him a little bat.
#i saw a girl at my PT appointment who got recommended this and she looked mortified#but her bf got so excited and went “fuck yeah babe i'm gonna make you SO MUCH STUFF!”#it was adorable#Steddie#Steve Harrington#Eddie Munson#Robin Buckley#Stobin#i just think that robin and eddie would be best friends#i'm crocheting myself a blanket it's taking forever and i hate it but i do it when i watch movies because i don't have to worry about#what to do with my hands#Steddie drabbles#might write this one day#or someone else could take inspo and save me the trouble i dunno how tf i would describe how you crochet#my post#stranger things#steve x eddie#finn writes
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Imagine if you will. Post Vecna, Steve and Eddie have been circling each other like vultures all summer, but neither one of them will do anything about it because Steve is convinced the minute he does, he will Fuck It Up the way he always does, and Eddie is just waiting for the day Steve gets another thump on the head and realizes he's been wasting his time with the Town Freak.
Yeah, they flirt. Of course Eddie flirts , but Steve isn't as stupid as people think he is. He knows that Eddie is just Like That, right? Sure, Eddie smiles at him in that way he does, throws his arm around Steve's shoulder, grabs his hand and drags him around like it's completely and totally normal to just hold your bros hand like that because of course it is. Why wouldn't it? Entirely pushing away the fact that it's like he can feel Eddie's fingers, the cool metal of his rings catching against Steve's palm even after he's let go. Like a phantom limb that itches and itches and no matter how hard he tries to ignore it, he knows he'll never actually get any relief.
Robin holds his hand all the time, so Steve tells himself it doesn't actually mean anything.
Because it can't.
Until one night in August when the temperatures are so high and the air is so humid you can practically drink it, and Eddie's invited himself to spend the night because, "What are rich friends for if not to steal their air conditioning. Plus look at me, Stevie! I'm practically melting."
"I was gonna go with poodle that got electrocuted, but yeah...melted works too, Munson."
Steve ignores the fact that Eddie's grin, the way he smiles so big, sometimes it's like those pretty doe eyes of his complete disappear. How something so fucking adorable could also make him feel like there are splinters in his heart, Steve doesn't know.
He's just going to chalk it up to the Munson Effect and just pretend like he doesn't feel a little like dying later when Steve is in the ensuite brushing his teeth, and if he's been hiding in here for the last ten minutes or so probably brushing the fucking enamal off his teeth, that's between him, God, and his dentist, okay?
It's not like Eddie hasn't spent the night before. Most of the time, they pass out stoned on the couch before they ever make it to an actual bed. But tonight, after three joints and a four hour movie marathon, Steve's back could not take another night on the couch bending his spine in the most obscene ways just to avoid accidentally cuddling the shit out of Eddie like his hindbrain seems to always be screaming at him to.
Eddie had simply shrugged, grinned, and followed him upstairs without comment or complaint.
And that's why Steve is having a breakdown in front of his sink right now, because he just doesn't think Sleepy Steve can be trusted not to complete lose his fucking mind.
Not when Eddie is out there in his room, sprawled on his bed because Steve had been left shaking his head and sighing when he'd watched the metalhead take a running leap and belly flop onto Steve's hideous comforter.
("Gingham should be made illegal just for your sake, Stevie. This is just cruel and unusual punishment, man.")
But it's fine. He's fine. He's in on the joke, he gets it.
Until he finally feels steady enough to open the bathroom door to see Eddie exactly in the position Steve'd thought he'd be.
Only suddenly everything is very much Not A Joke, because, yeah, of course he'd told Eddie he could borrow some pajamas, because Eddie never remembers to bring his own.
He's just not sure how his old letterman jacket counts as, you know, that.
Just like he knows that Eddie is going to take one look at his face right now, because basically it feels like someone's reached inside and cut one of his fucking wires or something, and know.
A normal person would probably say something, but Steve has buckets of brain damage he can blame for what he does next, thankfully,because in the span of, like thirty seconds, Steve finds himself practically on top of Eddie, hands on either side of the guy's absolutely ridiculous curls.
Of course, now that some oxygen has apparently made its way around to some of his braincells, Steve realizes how fucked up it is that he's just tackled Eddie liked this and oh my god how the fuck is he going to explain this when the only true explanation he has is just, "I want to fuck you so bad I think I've actually made myself dumber."
"Thank fucking christ, Harrington. I thought about, you know, just the jacket and nothing else but it seemed a little too on-the-nose, so I--"
There is a split second of pure, blind panic because what the fuck what the fuck oh my god he said all of that out loud?
"Wow, I really did make you lose some of those precious braincells of yours. You think if you fuck me tonight, you'll get them back? Like...reverse osmosis or some--"
Steve decides to just go ahead and shove his tongue in Eddie's mouth before either one of them can say anything else to screw it up.
Because god knows he's fucking waited long enough.
They both have, apparently.
#steddie fluff#steddie fic#what is this it just happened#steddie drabbles#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson
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Steddie Drabbles
♡ = mae's favs
Steve has a big fat crush on you, Eddie's girlfriend ♡
Poly!Steddie when you get roofied
You go through a style change, and your boyfriends dig it
They tease you when you eat too much junk food
Your boyfriends take care of you after a night out ♡
You all have mixed reactions to a tornado warning
Your boyfriends take care of you (some more than others) with a stomach bug
#steddie#steddie x reader#steve x eddie x reader#poly!steddie#poly!steddie x reader#steddie drabbles
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Drabbles: Steddie- Love Bites
Let's just say that Eddie comes back from the dead, and he's automatically drawn toward Steve's energy. There's something different about everything now. Eddie can feel the difference between people now. He's not reading into people's words, or attitudes he just knows how they're feeling.
Eddie is not sure if that has something to do with the fact that he came back from the fucking dead or not. It might have to do with the pointy canine teeth. His tongue keeps licking over the sharp end of them. Eddie more than likes the way they feel, but back to the point. Eddie came back to the world of Hawkins he felt different.
He could see, a distinct line that brought him all the way from his trailer to the Harrington house. Tall, large, and lonely was the house. Regardless of how many lights were lifted on he smelt of loneliness and heartbreak. Eddie had never been one for doing things straightforwardly. He liked the dramatics of it, he liked being crazy and wild.
Let's also just say that Eddie had been dreaming of Steve since rambling with him in the woods upside down. He had wished that he was strong enough to flirt with him, but the gazes that he saw between Steve and Nancy had made him shut his mouth. Regardless of this though Eddie was stronger now, mentally and physically. He climbed the side of Steves house, climbing directly into his bedroom window. A startled Steve was throwing his belongings and screaming bloody murder.
"Steve calm down it's just me!" Eddie had to scream to just get Steves attention. My objects were thrown his way, that was until he caught one of them. Eddie's jean vest. His pins were still stuck into the fabric, it made his heart beat so fast against his chest. "Steve you kept this?" Eddie's voice was softer. "Eddie?" Steve's eyes were blown wide, and his chest fell up and down as he tried to catch his breath.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Steve screamed jumping up from his bed and running over towards Eddie. His arms fell around him, and all of a sudden the energy that Eddie had felt when he first escaped the upside-down was surrounding. His heart raced somehow faster in his chest and then slowed as he notice just how long Steve had held on to him.
"How did you?" Steve looks up at Eddie, eyes glossed over. Tears on the edge of falling. "I don - I'm not sure, I just somehow ended up back here and I followed you." The eyes that Steve sent my way were worry-filled, "I don't mean followed you literally, I mean I followed your energy. Sweet and summer-filled, yellow energy." Eddie muttered as he looked down at the man still holding him.
"So what are you then?" Steve asks Eddie, like Eddie knows what the hell he is, "I'm not sure, I just know that I've got some bitchin' teeth now." Eddie smiles showing off his shape canines. Steve can't help but reach out and graze his pointer finger over the edge of the tooth. Causing him to nick his skin, and blood to flow into Eddie's mouth.
that's the day Steve and Eddie find out he might be a vampire. Might be in Eddie's words like Kas from D&D, like Vecna was D&D.
The rest of the group finds out that Steve has been hiding Eddie when they come over to find the two of them in bed, Steve covered in bits, and Eddie's teeth blood red. It doesn't take long for the jokes and rhyme to fall back into the lines with everyone. Sure everyone is afraid of what might come along nowadays, and half the town of Hawkins has left. But at least everyone is together right.
One night it's just Steve and Eddie. Watching a practically boring movie when Steve shifts and climbs into Eddie's lap. They haven't really labeled their relationship rather keeping it loose and whatever they want it to be. Steve is one for keeping his hands on Eddie, so he obliges letting Steve fall into his lap. Steve's head falls gently into the curve of Eddie's shoulder. "You know you might wanna give me a warning next time you wanna get into my lap Stevie," Eddie murmurs as he shifts under the weight of his lover.
Steve groans, whispering in Eddie's ear, "Bite me!" Eddie without restraint moves latching onto Steves neck with vengeance and sucking, licking, and finally biting Steve. With Steve like this in Eddie's lap, there's nothing he can do not that he wants to go anywhere else. Steve moans. Loving the feeling of Eddie's teeth on his skin.
"Not what I meant… but you know keep… keep going." Steve feels Eddie smirks against his skin, kissing the wounds he's caused. "Of course whatever you want Stevie," Eddie murmurs before returning to his lover's neck and leaving a few more precious loves bites behind in his wake.
Completed on: 04/28/23
Posted on: 05/01/23
The Adults- @yourfavdummy @mothermirkwood
#steddie headcanon#steddie stranger things#steddie smut#steddie#eddie munson isn't dead#fluff#eddie munson#stranger things steddie#stranger things drabbles#steddie drabbles#drabbles#kas eddie munson
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❛ it’s better with you here. ❜ or ❛ you remembered? ❜ for steddie? 🥹👉👈
What if I went a little wild and included both? Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy it <3
He never would have admitted it out loud, but Eddie was nervous. For the first time in a long time, Corroded Coffin had a gig somewhere other than The Hideaway, and there were quite a few more people than the three or four drunks he was used to playing for. For as long as he could remember, performing his music in front of a huge crowd of adoring fans had been his number one goal, and this was a step in the right direction, but it was still more than a little bit intimidating.
The first song sounded good, but Eddie couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. That his audience could tell that he was uncomfortable and having a hard time finding himself on that stage. As he was about to start the second song, he noticed the door to the bar opening out of the corner of his eye, and in walked Steve Harrington looking extremely out of place in that stupid yellow sweater that Eddie liked so much. When Steve noticed Eddie looking at him, he offered up a smile and a little wave before taking up one of the empty seats at the bar, and with that small gesture, Eddie's nerves melted away.
It wasn't the sold out arena show he'd dreamed about, but Eddie felt like the audience really connected with him. He wasn't sure if they fully loved every single song, but they'd clapped, and the band hadn't been booed off the stage, so that was a start. He noticed Steve making his way over, so he sat down on the edge of the bar's small stage to wait for him.
"Didn't expect to see you here, Harrington," Eddie said once Steve was in earshot.
"You said this was the first time you were playing this venue, and I know you said you were a little nervous for that, so I figured a friendly face in the audience wouldn't be a bad thing," he said with a shrug.
"You remembered that?"
"Well, yeah. If this is important to you, it's important to me, too. Sorry I was late. I wanted to be here before you started, but I was giving Henderson a ride home, and his mom practically held me hostage with a dinner invite. And you know I can't say no to her."
Eddie felt his heart skip a beat. He was important to Steve. If they'd been anywhere other than a crowded bar, he might have finally admitted his feelings. He might have even pulled him close and finally kissed him the way he had wanted to for far too long now. But there were too many people for him to feel comfortable doing that. He'd have to settle for a different kind of honesty instead.
"I'm really glad you came," he admitted. "It's better with you here, you know. I'm better when you're here. Less nervous."
"You mean that?" Steve asked, diverting his gaze. Eddie noticed the faintest blush starting to grace his cheeks.
"Yeah, I do. Don't let it go to your head or anything, okay?"
Steve stepped forward a little and kicked the stage a little bit.
"I know you probably have to help the guys load up the van, and you probably have plans with your friends, but would you wanna go to the diner with me when you're done here? Maybe get an after-show snack?"
"Didn't you just tell me you already had dinner with the Hendersons?"
"So I'll sit and watch you eat then."
"Okay. Sure. I'll meet you there in half an hour?"
"See you then."
As Steve walked away, Eddie smiled to himself. Maybe that night was going to be a good night to confess his feelings after all.
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#steddie fic#steddie#steddie fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie drabbles#my writing#I hope it's okay I went with pre-relationship steddie like right before they admit their feelings because I like to write the pining#this is also a little longer than I thought it would be but I'm very happy with it
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Just finished reading takes a village and I absolutely loved it!!! Between this and kind of therapy money can’t buy you’ve lowkey turned me into a Chrissy/Robin shipper 😅 I was wondering though if you could offer any insight into what exactly went down at Avery’s 4th birthday party that had Steve deciding to finally go for it with Eddie because I am *dying* to know what was going on in his head! Thank you for sharing all your wonderful stories with us!!! ❤️
It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, if he's being honest. He's been circling around the idea in his mind for weeks, now, since the last time they went to the club up in Indy, the one they'd brought Chrissy to when she first came out (months before Steve because yeah, sure, Eddie was gay but what if, like, he wasn't cool with Steve being into guys?), the same one he'd let Eddie drag him back to when he finally gathered up the courage to tell him and they'd danced and gotten way too fucking drunk and passed out half on top of each other in the sleezy motel the Uber dropped them off at at three in the morning.
The same club he'd watched Eddie pick up guys in for fucking years with his heart in his throat and his fists clenched (and yeah, sure, it'd taken him a fucking while to admit that that shit was jealousy, but he'd gotten there, eventually).
This time it'd been just the two of them again, because Chrissy had finals coming up and she'd given him a searching look and held his wide gaze and declined Eddie's invitation with a soft smile, squeezing Dustin's shoulder when he offered to watch Avery so she could go.
This time when a guy approached, cocksure smile and a swoop of hair over his forehead, bright blue eyes and broad shoulders just like Eddie liked them, Eddie'd tilted his head and curled his arm around Steve's shoulders and steered him into a booth in the corner and bought them a round of shots and he'd stayed plastered against Steve's side the whole night, even when Steve was buzzed enough to need to dance, even when Steve forgot himself a bit and pressed him back against Eddie's chest and held his hands over the ones Eddie slotted low on his hips.
And then they'd sobered up, gone home, lingered in the frames of their respective doorways and stared at each other for a while before saying goodnight.
So.
He's been thinking.
He's been thinking about the years of his life he'd sort of just coasted on his parents name and money. The night he'd come to the startling conclusion that his life fucking sucked and he'd hand over the keys to his Beemer without question for something real. The time he'd punched Billy fucking Hargrove in the face for those kids and earned himself a scar, spotty vision and a gaggle of kids who thought he was a loser, but, like, their loser.
He's been thinking about that first night in Eddie's trailer, and the breath Eddie'd blown out through his teeth when Steve plated three steaks and then flicked a green bean at Eddie's head. About the night after Avery took her first step and Steve wasn't there and he'd been fucking devastated, but after they'd all shuffled off to bed Eddie'd slipped into Steve's room and curled on top of the duvet next to him and held his hand while Steve told him about the first time his parents forgot his birthday.
He's been thinking.
And across the table as Avery blew out her candles Eddie'd caught his gaze and Steve knew, alright, he knew Eddie wasn't going anywhere, knew his two years of acknowledged adoration for Eddie (and the years he'd been too afraid to name that feeling in his chest whenever Eddie laughed or argued or breathed at Steve) weren't wasted because they'd been there, together, taking care of each other and Avery and Chrissy and building something.
So.
He snags Eddie's wrist while Mike is whining about always getting stuck with the corner piece of cake and Dustin and Lucas are squabbling over the chair next to Avery for presents, and he tugs him up the stairs and down the hall littered with framed pictures of their weird, rambunctious family, and he fully means to pull him out of eyesight into one of their rooms but he doesn't get that far because Eddie tugs back, raises a questioning brow, eyes wide and chocolate brown and everything Steve has ever wanted.
And Eddie doesn't seem surprised when Steve presses him against the wall, doesn't seem shocked by the hands that curl around his hips to hold him there -- presses forward at the same time as Steve and their lips meet and it's -- fuck, Steve isn't a wordsmith but he'd write ballads or sonnets or dirty fucking limericks for the way it feels to finally, fucking finally get those lips on his, that tongue in his mouth, those hands shoved into his hair and Eddie's choked out, happy little mewls in his ear while Steve presses four years and a lifetime more of promises into Eddie's skin.
By the time Steve's had his fill (although in truth he's not so sure he'll ever actually have that, because Eddie burns him from the inside out and even decades later he'll catch Eddie's gaze and want to jump his fucking bones) they're calling for present time and whatever else they'll need to say can wait because it's Avery's birthday and they both know if it came down to it they'd choose her first even if it broke their fucking hearts. Thankfully it'll never come to that. Steve curls his fingers into Eddie's and tugs him back down the hall, back to their dining room filled to the brim with family, and no one comments on Steve's messy hair or Eddie's kiss-slicked lips but Chrissy sidles up next to them and stares pointedly at their clasped hands before she pushes up on the tips of her toes to smooth Steve's hairstyle back into place.
#steddie#steddie drabbles#takes a village drabbles#yeah this 'verse is gonna haunt me i fucking know it
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to anyone who has sent me a steddie prompt/request recently !!! i see them all, i’m obsessed with each and every one (especially the scandalous ones), and will try to get to all of them over the next week or two <33 and feel free to send as many as you want whenever you want they make me so happy and are so fun for me to write/respond to :)
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Eddie chronically leaves his rings at Steve’s place to the point that Steve checks the bathroom and kitchen sink every time after he leaves, only to find one of them there every time.
Not that Steve is entirely complaining since this means he gets to call him and Eddie gets to stop by on his own to pick them up.
But when they’re at the Wheeler’s place, and Eddie says he’s going to the bathroom, Steve says, “Be careful not to leave one of your rings behind,” with a wink that has the kids exchanging confused looks. But Steve doesn’t notice because he’s too distracted by the light blush coloring Eddie’s cheeks.
“Why would Eddie leave one of his rings behind?” Dustin asks Steve when Eddie’s out of earshot.
Steve laughs. “He leaves one behind every time he washes his hands I swear. I don’t know how he hasn’t lost one at this point.” But his amusement is quick to die down when he realizes the kids are staring at him as if he’s absolutely insane. “What?”
They all glance at each other, and Steve is surprised when Mike is the first to pipe in, “He never leaves them anywhere. They’re like his prized possession. I’ve never even seen him take them off.”
Steve frowns and glances around at everyone, sensing that there’s definitely something he’s missing, so he’s quick to lie, “Well, I guess it was only once or twice that it happened. Maybe it was my fancy soap. Made things too… slippery.”
He gets a few eye rolls at the comment, but the group is quick to move on especially when Eddie comes back a few moments later with all his rings on his hands.
Steve gives him a quick smile, and Eddie is quick to return it, eyes lingering on him for a few seconds longer than necessary and the same blush from earlier returning.
It hits Steve very suddenly.
The rings are an excuse to come back.
And with this knowledge, Steve’s let’s his own gaze linger on Eddie longer than he usually allows, moving into his space more often than not, and carefully keeping track of time, waiting for the hang out to end.
When it finally comes to a halt, Steve is quick to say his goodbyes, hoping that Eddie will join and let the kids have their unnecessarily prolonged goodbyes in private. And luckily, Eddie is quick to move out of the basement, following after Steve in a way that’s supposed to look causal but is anything but casual now that Steve knows to look for the signs.
When he and Eddie silently go out the front door, Steve is quick to turn to him and hold out his hand. Eddie gives him a confused look but offers his hand which Steve takes and slides one of the rings off of.
Eddie stares at it for a moment, looking slightly frightened, as if he’s been caught doing something he isn’t supposed to.
Steve is quick to soothe the fear as he pockets the ring and says, “Just so you’ll have an excuse to stop by later tonight.”
Eddie’s cheeks flush bright red and he runs a hand over his face. “Shit.”
Steve laughs, “So it has been on purpose?”
“No,” Eddie clearly lies, pulling a strand of hair in front of his face.
“And what if I told you I wanted it to be on purpose?” Steve asks.
Eddie freezes for a moment as if he’s waiting for Steve to tell him that he’s joking, but Steve sits in the silence, letting the question settle between them.
“Then,” Eddie starts, taking a small step forward into Steve’s space, “I would-”
The door behind them bursts open and Dustin yells, “Hurry up I have a curfew!” as he races off to Steve’s car.
Steve rolls his eyes at the kid and takes a step back as everyone else makes their way out the door to the cars or their bikes.
Steve and Eddie linger behind for a moment, which Steve uses to quietly ask, “I’ll see you tonight?”
Eddie gives him a bashful smile in return and nods. “Yeah, I’ll see you tonight.”
Steve resists the urge to celebrate in any way in front of the kids and instead puts his hand in his pocket, fingers curling around Eddie’s ring.
As he gets into his car, ignoring Dustin bitching and complaining, he slips the ring over his finger and smiles at it.
He notices the car go quiet and he nearly groans at his mistake.
“Is that Eddie’s ring?” Dustin screeches.
It’s going to be a long drive home, but Steve doesn’t mind when he has Eddie to look forward to.
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What if Steve is a famous model and Eddie is a rockstar, both still pretty down to earth that they move around without bodyguards...
They bump into each other at a corner, and literally bump into each other - Steve somehow lost his contact lenses and he's half-blind without them, his agent Robin is traveling, he'd rather lose both of his eyes than to call his parents, and so he's trying to get to a pharmacy/optometrist/somewhere else just based on memory and touch.
Eddie is walking, not paying much attention and listening to music, when he's knocked back by a very apologetic squinting guy who might as well be very pretty, if he looked straight at Eddie - which is very much not possible, as Steve later explains, Eddie is a very blurry blob to him, although a very kind blob. Also a really nice sounding blob.
When Eddie collects his things and his heart off the streetwalk, he offers to walk Steve to the pharmacy. After asking if it's okay, he offers Steve his arm and leads him carefully to his destination. Steve is still mostly staring at the ground, trying to fight blurry nausea, so Eddie doesn't really know what he looks like, except that his hair is magnificent.
They reach the pharmacy, Steve is so thankful that he wants to invite Eddie for coffee, but before he can do that, Eddie receives an urgent call from his agent and needs to leave.
They both - not without a tinge sadness - think they won't see each other again.
Except the next day there's a wave of tabloid headlines: "CORRODED COFFIN'S EDDIE MUNSON FINALLY SETTLES DOWN?! THE ROCKSTAR SEEN WITH REDKEN'S MODEL STEVE HARRINGTON!" and there are pictures of Steve and Eddie, side by side, and it really looks like a romantic walk rather than what it was.
When Eddie's agent Chrissy calls, half-amused, half-concerned, Eddie stops her with a single sentence: "Can you get me his number?!"
Chrissy snorts in the phone. "Give me an hour."
It takes her 33 minutes in total, and she secures a date with Robin for herself as a bonus.
And as for Eddie? He opens his message with "Hey Steve, how come you never told me it was a date? I would have brought flowers!" and gets an immediate response of "You would have, huh? Then bring some today at seven, the pizzeria next to the pharmacy. I like sunflowers. See you there, Eddie. And this time, I mean really see you."
The "see you" jokes stay with them for the rest of their lives.
#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie#steddie drabble#stranger things drabble#steddie au#steddie fanfiction#robin buckley#chrissy cunningham#buckingham
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No Upside Down AU where Dustin says fuck it and invites his favorite band to his wedding.
Corroded Coffin shot to popularity when he was 17, and even now, eight years later, they're still his favorite band, his favorite music to put on whenever he's working late on one project or another. Him and the boys have been to a handful of concerts over the years, and it's some of the best memories he's created with his friends.
After he proposes to Suzie and they're working on the invitation list, he jokingly proposes the idea of inviting the band. To his surprise, Suzie encourages it, telling him that he has nothing to lose.
So when they mail out the invitations six months before the wedding, there's one in the stack addressed to the Corroded Coffin PO box, along with a short but heartfelt letter.
In the midst of planning and working and everything else, he forgets about it. The day of his wedding, Mike comes stumbling back into the room where Dustin is getting ready, stammering about "Band- it's the- they-!"
It takes a moment for the three of them - Dustin, Lucas, and Will - to decipher what he's saying, but when they realize-
Dustin sees them once he's up at the church altar, a few rows back on the groom's side. All four members of Corroded Coffin plus a woman Dustin in pretty sure is their manager. He's vibrating as the ceremony starts, and the thing that pulls his attention from the surprise guests is Suzie, absolutely fucking radiant as she walks down the aisle towards him.
It's a bit of a blur after that, and Dustin doesn't get the chance to talk to the band until the reception, after the first dances when he actually has a chance to mingle.
The group is genuinely delighted to meet him and Suzie, says that they've had people ask them to perform at their weddings before, but they'd never just been invited. So they made sure to add it to their schedule, and even brought them a wedding gift.
(Yes, Dustin loses his entire mind over the signed guitar. The chunk of money meant to go towards their honeymoon is also nice, he guesses.)
They happily give autographs and take photos with anyone who asks, and Dustin gets to have a dream conversation about D&D with Eddie, the lead guitarist. It makes an already amazing day all that more special, especially when Eddie gives Dustin his personal number and tells him to call whenever he wants to chat.
(And later on, if Dustin catches Eddie making eyes at Steve, his babysitter-turned-older brother figure, and he also happens to see Steve flirting back, well. You can't blame him for encouraging it.)
#the original thought i had was more steddie-centric#but i thought this was sweeter#couldn't resist the smidgen at the end though#drabble#dustin henderson#corroded coffin#steddie#joey writes
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Eddie discovers origami and very soon the surfaces in Steve’s room are overrun with cranes and frogs and fish and butterflies.
One day he sees writing on a wing of one and slides it apart.
Those two moles on your neck make me want to bite them.
He reaches over for another one that says, I want to live in your chest hair.
Eddie walks through the door to see Steve in a heap of opened notes on the floor.
“You just now opened them?”
“I… I didn’t know.”
“Then why did you keep all of them?”
“Because they were from you.”
“Oh.”
#I know this is from something but I can’t find it#credit to whoever that was#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#mine#my drabbles
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Steve walks into his house—HIS house, he would emphasize—to find his two favorite people wrestling on his couch.
For a second, the bottom drops out of his stomach. It's knee-jerk, even though he knows better. But they are very wrapped around each other, twisting and writhing, and it's pretty easy to get the wrong idea. Until he looks closer and realizes the wrestling is a lot more... violent, than sexy.
He watches, shocked into silence and stillness, as Eddie chomps down on Robin's upper arm. Robin screeches and yanks Eddie's hair. Steve feels un-easy in a different way now, like maybe this is devolving into an actual physical altercation instead of some friendly tussling. He winces when Robin gives Eddie a rather vicious purple nurple.
"FUCK, I give, I give," Eddie screams, limbs releasing her to curl protectively around himself.
Robin bounces up cackling, rumpled and sweaty. Her victory grin is vicious when she turns to Steve.
"Hear that Harrington? Your ass is mine tonight!"
Steve stares at her in fear. "What?"
"I get cuddle privileges tonight," she declares, still a little breathless. "And Eddie gets to sleep on the couch."
Behind her, Eddie looms before he jumps on her back, dragging her back down with a war cry. Steve watches them for a moment as the curse at each other for cheating, before going upstairs and locking himself in his room.
#steddie#stobin#eddie and robin are steve's cats#going forward he puts them both into headlocks and just stands there like :| while they struggle#dribble drabble#shush mal#i hit the tumblr text post button and the steddie + stobin flows from my fingers#my steddies
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“Jesus fucking Christ,” Steve says as he collides with someone as he’s turning the corner. There’s a split second where it’s just that— just two bodies colliding. And then the iced coffee the man is holding is dumped all over him.
“Shit, shit, shit. I’m so sorry,” the guy says, using the one singular napkin in his hand to try and mop up the freezing liquid from Steve's shirt.
It’s winter. It’s cold out. “Who the hell gets an iced coffee in the winter?” he asks, pulling his wet shirt away from his skin.
The one day he doesn't zip his jacket up because it’s not as frigid as it was yesterday is the day this happens of course.
“Gay people,” the guy says, deadpan.
Steve looks up and—
“Oh,” he says.
He’s cute. And almost exactly Steve's type— curly brown hair, eyes large and dark.
Steve’s still chilled to the fucking bone because of the coffee spilled on him, but he still has to shoot his shot.
“I’m bi.”
The guy’s mouth stretches into a wide grin. “Well, hi Bi. I’m Eddie,” he says and Steve knows it’s over for him, there’s no way he stands a chance now.
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Steve’s drunk and sad at a party and doom-swiping through Tinder when he comes across this profile:
Eddie, 21
guitarist, dm, dipshit, six time ass eating world champ 💪 🌎 my friends call me Eds, but you can call me Daddy
“What the fuck?” Steve laughs to himself. First time he’s really laughed all night, actually; this party kinda blows.
He slinks down further into the couch, takes another sip of hunch punch and tilts his phone so no one sees him swiping right on this shit. It’s obnoxious. Like, objectively. He’s just…
Bored.
And curious. Surely that bio has never actually worked for the guy, right?
Steve swipes.
It’s a match.
He snorts to himself again, sends a message before he can overthink it.
Steve: Hey, Eds. That’s kind of a bold move, isn’t it?
Message sent, he goes to back out of the app; doesn’t really expect an answer this close to midnight on a Saturday night — only losers use Tinder at this time of night, and what the fuck does that make him? — but then Eddie starts typing.
Eddie: hey, cutie :) what is?
Steve: Uhh…
Jesus. Why is he blushing? He’s not the one who wrote a wildly aggressive hookup bio. Guy might as well have sharpied DTF on his forehead.
Steve: Your bio? 🫣
Eddie: huh?
Eddie: i mean, dnd can get a little spicy on occasion but i’d hardly call it scandalous
Steve: What’s that?
Is it a sex thing? It’s probably a sex thing.
Eddie: okay, what?
Steve: What? I’m so confused lol
Eddie must be, too, because it takes him a few seconds to answer, and when he does he just says:
Eddie: hold pls
Steve holds. Takes a big gulp of his drink and winces; pretty much all vodka at the bottom.
Eddie is typing and then he isn’t, then he is again and then he’s not, and Steve frowns at his empty cup and wonders if he’s already fucked up the one interesting thing that’s happened to him all night.
Finally, finally, a new message pops up.
Eddie: ………god. DAMN it, Gareth 😤😤😤😤
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie drabble#steddie au#modern au#my writing#gareth stranger things#gareth has absolutely no remorse for this. ‘keep telling you to password protect your phone dude’
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Steve grows up playing piano, absolutely hates it, but is so good at it. His parents aren’t around enough by the time he’s a teen to force him to his practices, so he slowly stops going.
His music teacher happens to be Robin’s mom, who studied at Juilliard, and traveled for nearly a decade with various orchestras and bands before settling down with her husband in Hawkins.
She can see what’s going on with Steve from day one, but knows better than to interfere.
Until he quits.
She can’t stand by and let someone so musically gifted give it up.
She shows up at his house with a violin, her own violin that she hadn’t used in years.
He’s hesitant at first, but decides to give it a try as long as she doesn’t tell his parents. The last thing he wants is for them to find out he picked up a new instrument.
She can’t give him official lessons, so she shows up to his house twice a week and hopes that he practices in his own time.
He’s a natural.
He takes to it like a duck to water.
She encourages him to perform in a local talent show, all kids under 18, most of them not half as talented as he is.
He only agrees when she says she’ll be front row.
And sure enough, for once in his life, someone shows up when they say they will. She’s sitting front row with her husband on one side and her daughter on the other. She smiles as he takes the stage, nervous about people who know him seeing him and reporting back to his parents.
He performs with heart, something he lacked with the piano. He performs with talent, something he may have with any instrument he picks up.
But most importantly, he plays with a smile. He’s having fun.
He sticks around to watch some of the other people performing: Tammy Thompson singing a very out of tune rendition of America The Beautiful, some kid from one of his classes playing piano miserably, and some band performing very loud, very angry music.
Steve wins, and for once, it feels better than when he wins at a swim meet or basketball game.
He spends the next three years secretly practicing, only performing in shows out of town, never saying anything to his parents.
He doesn’t want them to ruin this for him.
He applies to Juilliard, not thinking he has a chance in hell, not with his academic grades.
Luckily, they see that he’s “exceptional with the strings” and “plays with emotion that can’t be trained.”
He gets in.
He goes.
He thinks he may actually be able to do this, use a gift he has to make his life better.
His parents even find it acceptable, mostly because he got into the best school he could have. They still don’t bother showing up for his shows, but Mrs. Buckley always finds a way.
In his sophomore year, Robin gets in, and they both move into a small apartment off campus together. He promised to look out for her.
She tells him that music wasn’t really her passion, she was just good with a trumpet. She really wanted to be an engineer.
In his junior year, Robin transfers to Columbia, starts doing what she really wanted to do from the start. He’s proud of her, but misses having someone on campus during the day to have lunch with.
Until he stumbles, literally, into someone vaguely familiar.
“Sorry, man. Running late.”
Steve pats the man on the shoulder and turns to get to his class when the man stops him.
“Harrington? You’re a student here?”
He turns back and finally recognizes the man in front of him.
“Munson? When did you get here?”
“I got in this year. Kinda fucked up my first audition last year and they were kind enough to give me another shot.” Eddie smiled. “What on earth are you here for?”
“Violin. You?”
“Guitar and songwriting.”
“That’s great, man. I’m just really running late. Catch up soon?”
Soon was two weeks later, when Steve ran into Eddie again while leaving class.
“We should probably stop running into each other like this,” Eddie smirked. “The universe is trying to tell us something.”
“What’s it trying to tell us?”
“Not sure. Maybe we should go grab dinner and find out.”
“Now?”
“Why not? Got better plans?”
Steve thought about how Robin was barely at the apartment due to studying for midterms. He thought about how his only other friend from here was busy rehearsing for their senior showcase.
“Nah. Let me bring this home first,” he held up his violin case. “Actually.”
Steve was on a budget. His parents gave him money, sure, but they thought he was living on campus so the money they sent covered rent and groceries and nothing else.
“I could make dinner. If you want?”
“Steve Harrington cooks? And plays violin?” Eddie fake swooned. “Be still my beating heart. How will I not be seduced?”
Steve rolled his eyes. He remembered Eddie’s dramatics from school and knew better than to feed into them.
“I can make some spaghetti. Nothing fancy.”
“Spaghetti sounds great,” Eddie’s fake swoon turned to a soft smile. “You want some help?”
Steve didn’t need help, usually didn’t even want any.
But something about the way his stomach dipped when Eddie stepped closer, and the way he thought about having Eddie in his apartment, made him agree.
“Sure.”
They walked to Steve’s apartment in a comfortable silence, though Eddie kept tapping the back of his fingers against Steve’s hand.
Eddie fit next to Steve. They cooked together, they ate together, they even managed to clean up together. It was easy to find something to talk about. He’d never clicked with anyone like this, not even Robin.
By the time Robin came home, Steve and Eddie were both passed out on the couch, fingers laced together as if they hadn’t been brave enough to do anything more before they fell asleep.
By morning, Steve’s head was on Eddie’s shoulder, Eddie’s arm wrapped around him loosely.
Waking up to a soft kiss on his lips was something Steve couldn’t have imagined when he first ran into Eddie, but he was pretty glad it was how he started his day.
And almost every day after that, whether he woke up to a kiss, or met up with Eddie on campus for a kiss, he started his day with love on his lips.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#headcanon#drabble#musician Steve Harrington#musician eddie munson#we love alternate meetings in this house#we’re gonna say it’s a modern au to make things simpler#just go with it
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“i must have been real sweet on you,” eddie murmurs as he runs his fingers over his husband’s cheek, sleepy and sated, warm in their bed.
steve chuckles, twisting his head to catch the tips of eddie’s fingers with a kiss. “why are you talking past tense? you’re not sweet on me now?”
the room is peacefully still. years of baby monitors are long gone only to inevitably give way to their daughter’s teenage years of slamming doors and too loud stereo speakers. but in this moment, with the pale moonlight streaming in through the windows and crickets chirping in the distance, the room is peaceful, thick with love.
“quit your pouting, ‘course i’m sweet on you now.” eddie wipes away steve’s fake frown with a kiss, turning it into a sticky sweet grin. “it’s just something my mom used to tell me. that freckles are all the places your soulmate in a past life kissed you.”
eddie pushes steve back so he’s laying flat on the mattress and dips his head to press featherlight kisses on the side of his neck. across his shoulders. over his cheeks. his fingertips flutter over the spots afterwards, leaving goosebumps in their wake despite the heat radiating between them.
“must have loved you a whole lot in our last lives to leave so many on you now,” eddie whispers, pulling back to stroke the back of his hand over steve’s face once more, letting his lips curl up in a dopey half smile that only steve ever gets to see.
it doesn’t take long for steve to tilt his head up and press kisses of his own where he can; under eddie’s eye, the bottom of his chin, right over his heart. it doesn’t take long for eddie to giggle as his sensitive spots are found and attacked with ticklish kisses and fluttering eyelashes. it doesn’t take long for their legs to tangle together underneath the sheets and their breaths to get caught in their chests and their hearts to start beating a beautiful melody of their own making.
steve lays a firm kiss to the side of eddie’s chest, over jagged white scarring and half bitten away tattoos. over memories that somehow don’t haunt them as much anymore.
“what was that one for?” eddie asks, eyes half lidded, the adoration in his voice loud across the quiet room.
another kiss on another scar. “wanna give you some freckles. for your next life and for this one, too. so you know just how sweet on you I am-” kiss, “ -and was-” kiss, “- and forever will be.”
they won’t know for however many more years if it worked or not. but here in this lifetime, they have all the time in the world to try their damndest to make sure it does. in this lifetime, they don’t have to worry, because they know they’ll find each other in the next one.
#i was cleaning up my google docs and found this fully written piece that i never did anything with so#here ya go i suppose#this was not really read over a bunch so sorry for any typos#my writing#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fluff#steddie drabble#steddie fic#future happily married steddie with a daughter my most beloved#crossposted on twt! find me there @starry_stevie
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