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corrodedcoughin · 1 year

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So I know celebrity rockstar Eddie with Just-Some-Guy Steve is popular, but what about the opposite?

Steve, who is a professional Basketball player, got scouted from where he played for his college team. The fan fave, the darling of the locals, and one of the best players on the team. Models for sportswear brands, has had interviews and talks at schools and the media loves him. He's handsome, and nice, and has publicly come out.

And then there's Eddie. His boyfriend since college. Just some guy who runs a music store. Started just as a minimum wage worker and then slowly worked his way up to running a small business himself. Sells guitars and drums and other instruments. Vinyl and cds and music merch. Hosts guitar lessons. Is happy playing music because he loves it, not for the fame and money.

Eddie goes to all his games (or as many as he can) and while he's not a sports guy and never will be he loves watching Steve play. Is only about 80% sure of the rules at best and that's good enough for Steve. And Steve who's not a metal fan, and will never be into DnD but will spend his free evenings helping Eddie plan a campaign or listening to this song Eddie's been trying to learn on the guitar.

Idk I just think it's fun to explore the opposite! Eddie getting excited any time he sees people wearing Steve's merch in public and people keep mistaking him for a hardcore fan because no one knows who he is and honestly he's fine with that. He is a big fan of Steve

he's a big fan of steve' MOMO THAT LAST LINE TOOK ME OUT!!!! OHH!!!!

Okay so as always i am IN LOVE with your ideas and where you take them and explore with the space.

Please can I have Eddie who doesn't completely GET sports but he DOES get collecting so he has one of those card books and collects basket ball trading cards. He has a full page of 'Steves' that he every proud of because he's drawn on some of them, giving him different outfits/hair/facial hair/speech bubbles, some include dragon hatcher steve, android steve, malibu barbie steve and pronstache steve (that one wasn't even drawn on, Steve was just trying something new and it got immortailised in a trading card much to Eddie's delight. His personal favourite is a Steve mid spin of the ball on his fingertip, the image of concentration and Eddie has yet to see a photo that highlights the muscle and bite-ability of Steve's arms quite as well as that one.

When Eddie and Steve are out for dinner and Eddie sees a little kid wearing a shirt with Steve's name on it he's quick to point it out to the delight of his boyfriend, both of them trying to figure out a way to subtly let the kid know that 'Harrington' is here.

Eddie who turns up to games with the kids and a foam finger because 'Steve come on its hilarious' but in reality he just loves obnoxiously supporting him. Steve kisses his finger tips and waves to Eddie before running to join the team in the changing rooms. Eddie who catches it and stuffs it in his pocket in the most dramatic way possible. Steve who laughs every time because he wouldn't have it any other way.

#MOMO MOMO‼️#MOMO!!!!#HELLO HOW ARE YOY?!?#YOU BRAIN IS HUGE AND BEAUTIFUL AND SO FULL IF IDEAS I AM SO ENVIOUS #I AM LUCKY TO BE A RECIPENT!!!#I JUST!!!#AAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!#and I am so so sorry about the delay I’ve been in a Way lately (the last 4 months)#BUT THIS ID THR KIND OF THING THAT IS LIKE SUNSHINE TO ME #Steddie fixing my Big Sad thank you #mwah air smooch for you if you wish #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #momo #momotonescreaming #ask

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shares-a-vest · 1 year

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a sad steddie ficlet for mother's day

tw: discussion of the death of a parent

Eddie Munson doesn’t have an easy time of it on Mother’s Day.

Steve figures as much as he gingerly walks up the front steps of the Munson’s home and raps on the front door. He’d woken up far too early for a day off work and perhaps selfishly, he felt lonely waking up to an empty house on Mother’s Day, a day he hadn’t spent with his own mother in three years.

As he knocks on the front door, the fly-screen frame making a tinny sound under his knuckles, he tries to convince himself to be thankful that his mother is here.

Well, not in Hawkins. But she's somewhere. He just isn’t sure where seeing as yet another business trip turned into a getaway weekend with friends that turned into an exotic vacation before going right back around to being an extended business trip.

He stops mid-knock, panic creeping into his chest as he considers the early hour - 8am being far too early for notorious not-before-noon Eddie.

But before he can take a step backwards and slowly make his way to the safety of his precious Beemer parked conspicuously right outside, the door opens revealing a worried and rushed Wayne, dressed for work.

The man closes his eyes, seemingly relieved at Steve’s presence. He makes quick work of scooping up his work boots (always sitting just inside the door) and crowds Steve on the small front stoop.

“Steve,” he whispers, leaving the door ajar, “Glad you’re here, my boy. Got called into work.”

“Is… is Eddie up yet?” Steve stutters.

“He’s inside watching TV,” Wayne replies, voice low, “Gotta warn you, kid, today is very hard for him.”

He cranes his neck to peek inside. Eddie is sitting on the couch, cradling something in his lap with a throw blanket over his knees. His eyes are glazed over, staring at the TV as he twists strands of his hair around his finger.

“Eddie,” Wayne calls, voice laced with the faint hope of a response, “I’ll be back tonight, okay?”

Eddie gives a half-hearted grunt, “Whatever.”

Wayne forces himself down the front steps and off to his truck, hesitating one last time as he opens his truck door and waves goodbye.

Steve steps inside, giving a small and admittedly just plain stupid wave from his hip. Eddie's eyes snap straight at him, glaring like he could shoot laser beams from his eyeballs if he tried hard enough.

“Oh, great,” he says, feigning a harsh edge as he rolls his eyes, “You’re here.”

Steve knows this tactic well, Eddie had done it a lot when he was recovering in hospital. But the pang in his chest, the feeling of rejection, of being turned away, hurts nonetheless.

He nods, more to himself to force himself into the kitchen to fix Eddie some breakfast. He decides on a bowl of Honeycombs, no milk. He will settle for the odd crunching mouthful of dried cereal bits if it means Eddie eating something.

“Why aren’t you at home serving up Mommy’s breakfast in bed?” Eddie seethes as Steve places the cereal box back in the cupboard.

He ignores him for as long as it takes him to move from the kitchen to the couch.

“Eds, my parents aren’t home,” he replies, letting the cereal bowl hit the coffee table with a pointed thud.

Eddie shirks away, clutching a big square book to his chest.

It’s a photo album.

After a long moment of only the sounds of a rather noisy toy commercial on the television filling the room, Eddie sighs heavily.

“I know.”

“Do you need me to leave you alone?” Steve asks, tone even and serious, despite not wanting to do such a thing, especially as his question conjures up a well of tears in Eddie’s already glassy eyes.

“Steve, I…” Eddie starts, voice low as he scrubs a hand over his face, “I won’t be very good company today.”

“It’s okay,” he says, lowering onto the couch.

He looks Eddie over - he is restless. Knee bopping on the spot, hair more matted than Steve initially thought. He isn't wearing his signature rings or his wristwatch. And he looks like he hasn't had an ounce of sleep.

Eddie mumbles something he doesn’t quite catch and shakes his head, the frizz and tangle caused by worried fingers adding an extra bounce. He fluffs the blanket to cover them both.

“Can we just sit here?” he asks, leaning in.

He wipes his nose on his (an old blue sweater of Steve’s that had long ceased being his own) sleeve.

Steve wraps a protective arm around him as he shifts closer, “Of course, baby.”

Eddie snuffles, barely getting out his words for tears, “I was going to look at pictures of my Mom.”

He covers his face with his hands, letting the album go. Reflexes kicking in, Steve catches it just before it slides off the blanket. He sets it by his side, leaning in close to ask, “How about I take some pictures out for you to look at, hmm?”

“‘Kay,” he agrees meekly.

Steve soon discovers why Eddie has been sitting here just holding the photo album labelled 'Precious Memories'. It is filled with pictures of his father, Al - mostly looking like a fun-loving young man, far from Eddie’s descriptions and Wayne’s understandably harsh words. There are many pictures of Al and Wayne, often featuring an older man Steve assumes is their father.

He can’t help the odd giggle that escapes him looking at pictures of baby Eddie, including one of him crying with a face covered in chocolate.

Eddie barely registers, instead looking ahead to the Sunday morning cartoons on the television. Usually, he’d be laughing at Looney Tunes outwitting each other with sticks of dynamite, but today he just curls in on himself further and further, pulling the blanket up tight to his neck.

There is only a sprinkling of photographs of Eddie’s mother, starting about halfway through the book. Her dark brown hair is striking, similar to Eddie’s, only straightened out with its styling.

Steve gets to work flapping back stubborn sheets of acetate stuck to thick pages in order to free each picture. He picks them out one by one until he has a pile of about a dozen, all curling from years-old backing glue and tape strips.

“Here you go, Eds.”

He hands over a picture of Eddie, aged about six and dressed as a witch alongside his beaming mother donning a long grey beard and an electric blue wizard's hat.

A smile teases at Eddie’s lips, skin pulling at the scar on his jawline.

He reaches for a single Honeycomb.

“Thank you, Steve,” he says, pressing the photograph to his chest.

#tw: death of a parent #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #lilys ficlets #wayne munson #eddie munson's mother

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stevethehairington · 2 years

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#30 for steddie <3

THANK YOU for sending this in, vio my dear 💕 i guess all i can say at this point is... i'm sorry...

#30 things I wish you’d said

Steve stops in front of him. “Hey,” he says, blunt, direct, without preamble. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” he starts. Toes at the dirt in front of him. Realizes his mistake and draws his foot back. Stands up straighter. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. The las—” he swallows hard, “the thing you said right before.”

He looks at Eddie. Big and bold and right there in front of him. The ache doesn’t go away.

“‘Make him pay’,” Steve echoes. “That’s what you said to me. ‘Make him pay’. Except— except I don’t think that’s all you wanted to say.” It’s kind of a call out, but Steve doesn’t think it’s unwarranted. He’s done beating around the bush. He’s done enough of that to last a lifetime. So has Eddie. They’re way past that now. “I think— there was more you wanted to say to me. Something else you wanted to tell me. Something important.”

His confidence wavers, just a fracture. Enough that he hesitates. That his gaze drops, down to his shoes. They’re the same pair he’d worn— that day. Evidently, they hadn’t made the donation bin. Or the trash one. Steve stares hard at the dark stain on the canvas. The one he hadn’t even tried to scrub out.

When it becomes nothing more than a blur in his vision, he finally tears his gaze away. But he doesn’t fix it back onto Eddie. He can’t look at him. Not if he wants to get this out.

“I don’t know what you were going to say, though,” he finally continues, “and that— it fucks me up, man. Because I think— I know it was important. You looked so… so… I don’t know. I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “But I noticed.”

Steve still doesn’t look. But his eyes flicker over to the bunch of flowers hanging limply at his side. He should hand them over, but he clutches them tighter instead. They’re kind of sad, small and drooping and made of flowers that are well past their prime, hanging onto life by their last will. Dogwood and dandelions. It’s not much, but Steve hadn’t had the chance to go to a proper florist. Just plucked what was there in his front yard and wrapped them up in a discarded page of yesterday’s newspaper. He’d picked the comic section; thought that Eddie would appreciate that. He’d probably appreciate the makeshift bouquet more than a real one anyways too.

There’s a wilted leaf hanging off of a stem, just above the paper. Steve picks it off. Rolls it between his fingers. Flicks it away.

“Sometimes I wonder if you were going to say—” His words cut off. His breath hitches. He bites down, hard. Swallows harder. He takes a second, two seconds, three. Lets his breath out in a slow, steady stream. He chances a glance up, finally. Steels himself. Decides he can be brave too. “I wonder if you were going to say the things that— that I wanted to say.”

He doesn’t get a response. He didn’t expect to. So he goes on. Says the things he wanted to say then, now, because he can. Because he should.

“Keep yourself safe, because I’m not there to do it,” Steve starts. “Come back to me in one piece. Come back to me, period.” He presses his lips together. His jaw clenches. “I just got you. I just got you and I can’t lose you yet.” He ignore the crack in his voice. “I’m not done with you, I’m— I’m only just starting— we’re only just starting.”

His chin falls to his chest. His eyes squeeze shut. He stands still. Except he isn’t entirely still; he can’t stop the tremor in his hand, the flowers trembling at his side. Or the shake in his shoulders, the rustle of his jacket giving him away.

Until he collects himself. Sucks in a shaky breath and lets out an even shakier exhale. "I wish you would have." Then, “I think you would have,” he corrects, and it comes out unexpectedly steady. “Said it, I mean. Maybe if— if Nancy and Robin and Dustin weren’t there… I think you would have.” He cracks a small smile. “Because that’s the thing about you— when it comes down to it, you’ve always been a lot braver about that kind of stuff than me.”

Steve holds the flowers up, twists them in his hand. Brushes a thumb against one of the petals.

“I don’t think I knew what it meant then, that I wanted to say all of that,” he admits, and his smile turns somber. “But I do now. And that’s— that’s the fucking kicker, isn’t it?” He asks. “I finally figure out what’s going on,” he waves his hand nebulously next to his head, “up here, and it’s—” he lets out a bitter, bereft laugh. “too fucking late. It’s too fucking late. Oh god.”

He takes in a gasping, hiccuping breath. Reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Turns away. Shields his face with his other arm. The flower petals graze against his cheek, gentle and soft, like the touch of a lover.

(Like the touch he won’t get.)

Steve gives himself a moment, lets himself lose just a little bit of that control for just a little bit of time. But then, just as quick, he sniffs. Wipes beneath his eyes. Sets his jaw. Straightens up.

Quietly, delicately, he bends down to lay the flowers at the foot of the headstone. The one with no body buried beneath it.

The words stare back, big and bold and right there in front of him.

Edward Munson

1966 - 1986

Beloved son and friend

Steve reaches out, brushes his fingers over the engraving. Rests his hand over the arch of the granite. Gives it a squeeze, like it’s Eddie’s shoulder.

(Like the touch he won’t feel.)

“I’m not done with you, Eddie. I’m coming back to you. I promise.”

send me a pairing and one of these and i'll write a mini fic (accepting!)

#asks #toburnup #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #mack writes #flexing my angst muscles i suppose #macks ficlets

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spicysix · 1 year

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either eddie x reader or eddie x steve for #10?

Person A helping person B patch up their favorite shirt/sweater/jacket.

a/n: i chose to write about Steddie! and ughh okay i'm lowkey proud of this one, it turned out so cute 😭 thank you for requesting, babe! no warnings, all fluff ♡

word count: 1.3k

↳ requests are open!

patchin' up

“No, no, no no…” Eddie heard Steve’s muffled whines as he entered the trailer.

After leaving his keys on the kitchen counter, Eddie followed the sound and found Steve kneeling on the floor in front of the drying machine, cradling a piece of jeans cloth in his hands.

“What’s going on, Stevie?” he asked, and his boyfriend turned his attention to him instantly, his face contorted in a sad grimace that made Eddie’s heart tighten up.

“My jacket got caught up on a button or a zipper or something, and now there’s a tear.” His voice was trembling, and he fumbled with the jacket to show Eddie the tear near the front left pocket.

“You’re really upset, huh baby?” Eddie was careful to not sound like he was teasing, he actually found it adorable how much Steve cared about every little thing.

“It’s my favorite one Eds,” he answered, and Eddie walked up to him and kneeled by his side, taking his time to better assess the tear.

He knew what jacket it was, the one he gave Steve the morning after their first night together at Eddie’s trailer, months ago. It was a windy October day, and Eddie didn’t want Steve to leave and get cold - didn’t matter if the Bimmer had heating, and Steve’s house had it too. He was actually just trying to find excuses to see Steve in his clothes again, the memory of him, hairy torso bare if not for Eddie’s jeans battle vest in the Upside Down still got him blushing and feeling hot all over, even almost a full year later. The vest got lost somewhere at some point in their Saving The World Adventure, unfortunately. When Steve tried to give the jacket back a few days later, Eddie refused to take it and just let Steve have it.

“Didn’t know it was your favorite,” Eddie said, looking up to find Steve’s eyes on him.

“Of course it is, you gifted it to me,” Steve explained, and Eddie couldn’t help the smile spreading on his lips. “But now it’s ruined,” Steve murmured again, that sad little quiver in his voice breaking Eddie’s heart.

“Oh no, baby, no! Don’t worry, we can fix it,” he hugged Steve’s shoulders, and the hopeful gaze he got in response would be enough to send him soaring if that was physically possible. “Remember the patches on the vest? I still have some here, you can choose and we’ll sew it on the jacket,” he explained and Steve beamed.

“Really?” Eddie just nodded in response. “Hell yeah, let’s do it!”

Steve got up excitedly and pulled Eddie with him. They both stumbled and laughed, heading to Eddie’s room. Steve’s clothes on the bed, Steve’s shoes by the door, Steve’s smell in the air. Steve started spending more and more time at the trailer ever since that first night, his own house too big and quiet and empty and cold, but Eddie was warm, and Wayne was welcoming, and the trailer was much more of a home than the Harrington’s mansion ever was.

Eddie shuffled around the mess of his bedroom until he found the little plastic bag that had all his patches. He scattered them on the bed for him and Steve to look through. Most of them were of metal bands Eddie liked, but there were a few others as well, some funny ones, some weird ones. But Steve was Steve, a fucking ray of sunshine hidden under all the bitchiness, so he chose a cute one.

Well, as cute as something in Eddie Munson’s possession could be.

It was a bat, just the two big yellow eyes on his face, all ears and wings spread open.

Eddie wasn’t as fond of bats as he used to be before the Events Of March, but even he couldn’t deny that this one wasn’t as bad. And Steve was really excited about it, for some reason.

So Eddie picked the jacket, the chosen patch, and his sewing equipment and sat on the floor, Steve beside him and paying full attention as Eddie explained how to do it, the best sewing techniques and tricks. Eddie didn’t see it, but Steve’s eyes gleamed as he watched the man he was in love with explaining something with so much passion and patience, as Eddie’s calloused fingers worked on something so small with so much delicacy.

“There he is! All set, baby,” Eddie exclaimed as he raised his hands and showed off the jacket, tear successfully hidden behind the little bat patch. He had also sewed the tear from the inside and placed a plain piece of cloth to prevent it from stretching wider.

Steve caught the jacket and got up from the floor, fitting his arms through the sleeves and, once wearing it, assessing Eddie’s work in the mirror, a sweet smile on his lips that never ceased to make Eddie’s heart beat faster.

“It’s perfect, Eds. Thank you so much.” Steve went back to where Eddie was still on the floor, offered his hand and Eddie didn’t hesitate to grasp it.

“It was nothing, baby. We could find other patches you like and customize it more, if you want to? Or we could thrift a different jacket just so you can go nuts,” he offered, and Steve nodded.

“I’d love that! Maybe I’ll sew a Make It Big picture on the back as you did with that Dio album on your vest,” his smirk made it clear that he was teasing, but Eddie gasped loudly in offense anyway.

“I refuse to help you sew Wham’s faces onto a piece of cloth, my liege, you’ll have to do that by yourself. It would just be sacrilegious to the jacket, to the art of sewing and patching, and to music as a whole,” he protested and Steve laughed loudly at his antics. Eddie got up from the floor, finally, Steve’s hand still on his helping him. “Why’d you choose this one, though?” He poked at the bat.

“It reminded me of what we both survived, of the scars we share. Reminds me of us,” he answered, voice low, hazel eyes staring deep into Eddie’s, and he swooned.

“Jesus, Stevie, I love the fact that this is your favorite because I gave it to you, and I love the fact that you patched something that reminds you of us onto it, and you look very fucking hot in it,” he started rambling, Steve’s lips quirking up at Eddie’s words. “But imma need you to take it off now after that,” he finished, already pulling at the jacket’s sleeves, and Steve laughed once again.

“Gonna carry you over my pocket all the time now,” he whispered against Eddie’s lips, his hands already fumbling with Eddie’s pants.

“Right over your heart, baby?” Eddie’s words were automatic out of his mouth, his brain already fuzzing and he hoped, prayed, his reactions to Steve would never change.

He wanted to feel like this - hook, line and sinker in love with his Sunshine boy for as long as the Universe would let him, for as long as Steve would have him, for as long as the Sun itself would shine.

“Right inside it, too,” Steve answered, jacket already on the floor and Eddie’s hands already wandering through the warm skin of his torso, up, up, up. “Love you, love you, love you Eds.”

“Love you so much, Stevie,” he replied, falling over Steve on the mattress, the rest of his patches tumbling to the floor.

But the mess they were making didn’t matter now because Steve’s lips were all over his neck, Steve’s nails were scratching his back, Steve’s heart was in his hands, and Eddie’s heart was all Steve’s.

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the patch was inspired by this one (only bigger) and you can buy it here 🥰

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fluff #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things ficlet #stranger things fluff #lui writes

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justrambles · 11 months

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(Beauty and the beast au steddie)

*cw: mention of dead animal (but it's not a lot and pretty similar to what we see in canon st)*

No.4 — Honeycomb

Turns out all the food are definitely inedible. Eddie is quite surprised, really. He's never seen anything so shriveled. There's not even mold on the remaining traces of food; they probably dehydrated or died of old age. Seeing the evidence of years passed by reminds Eddie that the kids should have grown up and got out of here, instead of being stuck here with dried up tomatoes. He wonders what really happened.

Said kids, right now, are debating on what the decay of food means for them. Dustin seems excited by the discovery, making up theories on the differences of food and them. Now, Eddie is just sad and hungry, as he tries to remember what's in the van. He wonders if the kids have an umbrella—he doesn't want to get soaked in the rain again for making the trip to the van.

"Guys, what's going on?" A voice asks from nearby.

Eddie has to consciously tilt his head down to see who's speaking. It's a hedgehog, and she's trotting into the kitchen.

The kids all launch into explanations.

"Nancy, did you know not everything's stuck in time? We just found out—"

"Nancy, we don't have any food! They're all gone!"

"And Eddie doesn't have anything to eat!"

At this moment, Eddie chimes in, "And Eddie probably will be find to find something from the van, no worries there."

Nancy the hedgehog turns to Eddie. "You sure? You know, you might have to stay here for a bit more, the storm's not going away." Eddie gives her a thumbs up. "Well, if there's nothing to eat in the van, I'm sure we'll be able to figure something out."

***

"Honeycomb."

"Yup."

"You carry Honeycomb with you in your van."

"Yes, indeed."

"Why?"

After a thorough search through his belongings, Eddie found his saviour, the cereal. While he was at it, he also brought in some of his stuff, too. So now, he's munching on his Honeycomb while the kids poke through his stuff. And Nancy is staring down at Eddie—he doesn't know how that's even physically possible— disapprovingly. She gives a small sigh.

"I'll talk to Steve. He might know where to find something more... healthy. Or at least sustainable."

Eddie remembers the late night exchange between Dustin and Steve, and how the mysterious Steve didn't seem to like the idea of Eddie staying at the mansion.

"Uh, do you- do you have to? I can eat my Honeycomb you know, I like them. That's why I carry them around. So there's no need to—"

Nancy gives Eddie a weird look.

"By the look of it, I don't think the cereal's going to last long enough, Eddie. If you're worried about bothering Steve, I'm sure it'll be fine. He's nice."

It does not help with Eddie's worries. You can be nice and also hate the guy who's lounging freely in your home. But Eddie manages an "Okay."

***

By evening, there's a knock on the door. Eddie gets up from the bed where he was scribbling down ideas (may or may not have been inspired by his recent experiences) and opens the door.

"Please don't be scared."

It's Nancy, and she's perched on—

Eddie's heart nearly jumps out of its cage. She's perched on a big, possibly predatory feline. Maybe panther? Like the movie the Pink Panther? Eddie is freaking out and Nancy's feline companion just stares at Eddie with an unimpressed look.

"I'm not scared," Eddie croaks out.

"What? I didn't even-," Nancy sounds confused, but she realizes that Eddie's eyes are fixed on her friend. "Oh. No, that's not what I meant. I was going to say that Steve got you something to eat, but it won't be what you are used to eating... So please don't be scared."

The feline (maybe this is Steve?) breaks their staring contest and focuses on Nancy, so Eddie does the same.

"If you keep saying that I might actually be scared."

***

The 'food' does make him actually scared.

It's a rabbit. A dead one. Eddie wants to panic, but Nancy's looking at him with nervous eyes so he just lets out a thanks.

They're in the kitchen now, and the panther is now gone, after carrying the scrap of tarp that had the rabbit inside to the kitchen. Eddie heaves out a sigh.

He's scared, he's hungry, he'll be able to cook ...this.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #nancy wheeler #who is the puma? (not panther)#deciding what animal nancy'd be was difficult #hedgehogs are small and cute and they have spines so #content warning for dead animal #but it's similar to what you see on st canon #so no worries??#beauty and the beast au

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unclewaynemunson · 1 year

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Steve for the character meme thing!

Aaaahh thank you for sending this!!

favorite thing about them: i will always love a good character development!!! his change was truly iconic <3

least favorite thing about them: gotta admit i wasn't exactly a fan of s1 steve. the way he treated nancy back then was truly awful, even though he fixed it later, that was very much not okay. what he did to jonathan, however, was iconic and completely deserved

favorite line: "She sounds like a muppet giving birth." (Stobin bathroom scene my beloved)

brOTP: Stobin foreverrrr sorry dusty you're a great 2nd

OTP: steddie, no surprise here

nOTP: h*rringrove my beloathed

random headcanon: i've kinda had enough of the one-dimensionally bad parents trope lately, so i like to think that his parents aren't actually awful. they're actually very cool and loving, and steve was just being a dumb dramatic teenager when he said his dad was an asshole.

unpopular opinion: i actually wouldn't really mind seeing stancy happen. obviously i'd prefer it not to bc it would be extremely dismissive of both their character development, but i don't have very strong feelings against it.

song i associate with them: if it wasn't for the nights by ABBA. He's definitely an ABBA fan and would be vibing to that song big time - until somebody points out to him how sad the lyrics are. he hadn't realized that, but when he does, he starts identifying with the song and loves it even more.

favorite picture of them: i'm so sorry but don't come to me for thirsty steve pics i'm not into him like that

#thank you for asking i hope you're having a great weekend <3 #also i feel like there are so many controversial takes in this one whooops plz don't hate me

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kloudheart · 2 years

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(Ok, so this is just a little something that came into my mind late at night. I was watching something and one of the characters said "Can we just stay like this?" and my mind just went off so quickly. This is a steddie blurb, which picks up after the events in vol. 2. Yes, Eddie lives because I said so. (Also, Thank you so much for all the love on my steddie camp counselor headcanons!! That makes me so so happy that you guys liked them <333))

Warnings: Implications of death and small mentions of blood

It was late at night, the sky pitch black with only little sparks of stars giving light to the eerie night. No sounds tampered with the town's rest, not even nature uttered noises. Steve lay in his bed next to Eddie, his body twisting and turning slightly as it radiated with heat. Steve's face scrunched up, his eyes rolling back and forth fearfully underneath his shut eyelids. Incoherent words spilled from his lips as his breathing quickened into a pant. Eddie, who had been sleeping peacefully beside him, slowly awoke from Steve's actions.

"Hmm...Steve, it's three in the morning, what are you doing?" Eddie sleepily asked, his eyes fluttering open as he slowly raised his body from its sleeping position. His vision was still blurry, but he could feel Steve's frantic movements and hear his cut up sentences.

"No... Please... Eddie, no..." Steve muttered, his breathing quickening by the second. Eddie quickly blinked a couple of times, fixing his sight as he sat up on the bed. Hearing his name being spoken from Steve's frantic, scared mouth had Eddie panicking as he tried to wake him.

"Hey, Steve. Steve, come on, wake up," Eddie stammered, grabbing Steve's shoulder and shaking them slightly. Steve's panicked body shook, fighting whatever horrors haunted his dreams.

"Steve! Wake up!" Eddie shouted, shaking him a little harder. As he let out a loud gasp with his eyes opening wide, Steve woke up, his body lifting up so fast he almost hit Eddie's head. Steve's chest heaved as he struggled for air, his body drenched in a cold sweat and his mind running a thousand miles a minute.

"Steve, are you ok?" Eddie asked as he calmed down from his panic, his voice softer and calm. Steve's breathing slowed down a bit as he looked up at Eddie, staring straight into his big brown eyes as if he saw a ghost. They sat there for almost a minute in pure silence, other than Steve's breathing slowly calming.

"Hey, what-" Eddie began, but quickly got cut off as Steve's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a sudden hug. Eddie took a second to realize what was happening, then slowly wrapped his arms around Steve, holding him close.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. I'm here, I'm right here." Eddie whispered to Steve, kissing the top of his head and slowly rubbing his back to help calm him. It was something he had learned from being with Steve. Whenever Steve got emotional, whether angry or sad, Eddie would rub his back and it would instantly calm him down as if nothing happened.

Steve sniffled as he buried himself into Eddie's chest, small tears running down his cheeks. His body finally calmed down, whatever panic mode he was just in slipping away. He breathed in, his eyes closing for a second, then he let go with a long sigh. Eddie began to loosen the hug, but Steve squeezed for a second, signaling to Eddie that he didn't want him to let go.

"C-can we just stay like this... for a little bit longer... please?" Steve quietly pleaded, his voice shaky and small as tears started to come back.

"Yeah, yeah, of course Steve." Eddie replied gently, tightening his grip again. "I just... want you to tell me what happened, ok?" He asked, looking down at Steve, who felt smaller than he normally was, in his arms.

"Ok..." Steve hiccuped, nodding in agreement. He shut his eyes tight as he controlled his breathing, the flashbacks of the nightmare flooding into his mind.

"I was back in the Upside-down. It was just like everything was when we were doing our plan. You with Henderson while I was with Nancy and Robin." Steve began, remembering everything like it was yesterday. "And after we got Venca, I rushed over to you and Dustin to make sure you guys were ok. As I was going through the woods, I ran into Dustin, who had tears stained on his face." Eddie nodded as Steve continued, slowly putting everything together and realizing what the nightmare was about.

"I asked where you were, but he wouldn't talk. He just kept crying and struggling to breath. I... I panicked and ran to where he had come from and I saw you, and you were..." Steve hiccuped on his words, hot tears beginning to pour down his cheeks once more. His throat began to burn as it got harder to talk, a feeling he hated so much.

"Y-you were on the ground, bleeding... Bleeding so bad. I ran over to you and held you in my arms. I...I talked to you, panicked out of my mind as blood stained your mouth. You... you smiled at me, and then you... y-you..." Steve couldn't muster out the rest, choking out violent sobs as he broke down in Eddie's arms. His body felt as if it were crumbling, uncontrollable tears pouring down his face.

"Hey, Steve, look at me." Eddie asked, his voice a bit shaky as well with tears in his eyes. Steve sniffled, lifting his head and looking at Eddie, though his vision was blurry with tears. Eddie looked at Steve for a second, his mouth twitching a little as tears slowly fell down his cheeks. He grabbed Steve's hand gently, then brought it up to his face and held it on his cheek, Eddie's hand holding over it.

"Look, I'm right here, ok?" Eddie spoke gently, his throat beginning to burn slightly from the tears that built up. "I'm right here, Steve. I'm ok. I may be a little scruffed up, but I'm alive and I'm real." He chuckled lightly, tears hitting both of their hands as they ran down his face.

Steve looked at Eddie, his sobs calming down as he stared into his eyes. His lips quivered a bit as he formed a smile, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looked at the man he'd fallen head-over-heals for.

Steve leaned forward, locking their lips in a gentle kiss as he held Eddie's face. The kiss lasted a few seconds longer, a feeling of pure love and relief behind it, then they pulled apart, looking into each other's eyes and putting their foreheads together with a light chuckle.

"What, Harrington? Did you not believe when I said I was real?" Eddie asked quietly, chuckling and pretending to be hurt. Steve closed his eyes, laughing a bit as he lowered his hand from Eddie's face.

"I just had to make sure I wasn't daydreaming, Munson." Steve replied, gently grabbing Eddie's hand and holding it in his, his thumb running over each of Eddie's rings.

(Yay! Finished! I totally didn't cry while writing and rereading it- I hope you guys enjoy! Have an amazing day/night!)

#stranger things #st4 #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #steddie #steddie fanfic #i love them too much #steveddie #eddie x steve #steve and eddie

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OMG I just caught up reading your steddie au fic and it just is so incredibly amazing I honestly can't describe in words how much I love it?? Like Ethel Cain is my favorite musician and "Sun bleached flies" was my song of 2022, so when I got the lyrics in your authors note I just was so emotionally devastated like "I'm still waiting for that house in Nebraska, on the highway at the edge of town, dancing with the windows open... " how could you do this to me I actually cried😭 And I love how bittersweet the steddie relationship is, normally I don't like angst but I adore the self-sacrificial Steve characterization you wrote where he doesn't want to be far from Hawkins in case something happens, and then his own idea is proven right when something does happen, like that is just so angsty and perfect!! And when Steve had to work and see Eddie on the cover of a magazine, like askhhfldaksdj its just so tragic and how Eddie was talking about him in the interview...I wish they could meet up and see how much they mean to each other but also the miscommunication and tragedy is so good too!! I wish I could articulate myself better because I feel like I can't explain how much I really love this fic, like I normally don't do angst but for some reason this fic just makes so much sense in my mind and I love it!! Thank you for posting it, I love all your other writing as well!! :D

omgggggg???? this is so nice :')

I am currently obsessed with Ethel Cain, I listened to Preacher's Daughter non-stop over winter break and then forced my family to listen to it in the car after I explained the narrative to them (they did not care for it lol). And then I was listening to just "A House in Nebraska" and "Sun Bleached Flies" on repeat, literally just over and over and over again, and I was like "hmmmmm..... what if???? everyone was just so so sad??? what then???" and I wrote the first part. I'm being totally, absolutely honest with you when I say that all I intended to write was that one angsty first part, it was supposed to be a stand-alone piece!! But I can never help myself and you guys have been so nice.

I never thought of myself as an angst writer, but I think it's becoming pretty clear that that's what I do lol their dynamic here is so interesting to me, because they do love each other. The love is there and it's deep and strong and meaningful but it's still not enough, because Steve is traumatized and so is Eddie but they're approaching it in vastly different ways. Eddie leaves and there's nothing wrong with that. As the great Taylor Swift once sang, "sometimes to run is the brave thing"!!!! And Steve stays because he's scared. And the heartbreaking thing, for me, is that there really isn't a miscommunication; they both know exactly why the other is doing the things they're doing. There's no big fight or anything. They can fully understand each other because they know each other so well. They can't blame each other for doing what they need to do to heal and to live the lives they need to. Eddie gets the things he's always wanted and loses Steve. Steve gets a modicum of comfort in staying close to Hawkins, but he loses Eddie. It's so tragic because they know why it's happening and they can't fix it without changing, unless one of them bends, but they're too afraid of breaking and so it falls apart. And Steve is right!!!! He's vindicated!!!!! But all his worst fears are coming true, so of course there's no victory there.

Thank you so so so much for this sweet message. This seriously made my night!! <3

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