I just know Eddie goes all out on April fools day! I’d love to see a Eddie munson tiktok saga post about April fools day to boost my mood x
(Thank you for all your amazing posts, they always make my day)
Saturday April 1st 2023, 7:32AM
Eddie is awake when Steve wakes up, which is not unusual so it does nothing to further the process of his senses coming back online. Steve doesn’t notice the mischief in Eddie’s smile or the camera when he mumbles a g’morning and stumbles his way into their ensuite bathroom.
Steve immediately comes back into the room with hands on hips. Eddie zooms in on the unimpressed look on his face and laughs when Steve points to his cheek where a crudely drawn dick is and states, “Get this off me.”
Saturday April 1st 2023, 11:06AM
Eddie posts a Tiktok from where he’s sitting on the kitchen island. Steve opens the fridge and a bunch of rubber snakes pop out at him. He is not fazed by it, but nearly jumps out of his skin when he turns around and sees the fake spider Eddie sat on the counter.
This video ends with Steve saying “Enough!” while Eddie is laughing his ass off.
Saturday April 1st 2023, 2:53PM
Eddie sets his phone up at the end of the deck in their backyard. He then proceeds to climb up on the railing next to the door leading into the house with a gigantic water balloon. The video speeds up to show that he was standing there for a long time before Steve opens the door.
Steve freezes, having spotted Eddie. They just stare at each other – Eddie with his giant water balloon held over his head and Steve who was letting Ozzy out for a bathroom break. Steve finally says, “You realize I’m not walking out there.”
“You don’t need to,” Eddie says and throws the balloon at him anyways. Steve yelps as he moves away, and you hear him laugh from inside the house.
Saturday April 1st 2023, 4:15PM
Eddie posts a compilation that starts with him holding a tiny remote. When he presses a button, you can hear the sound of a fly buzzing around the room. The video is then spliced with clip after clip throughout the day where you’ll hear the fly sound followed by Steve looking around and saying “Is there a fucking fly in here?” with increasing frustration.
Saturday April 1st 6:01PM
They’re eating dinner. Eddie dumps a bunch of broken pieces of uncooked noodles onto Steve’s plate of spaghetti and mixes it up while Steve messes around in the fridge. When he gets back to the table, he takes a bite and there’s an audible crunch.
Steve swallows hard and then starts coughing, wiping the smile that Eddie was trying to hide off his face. The smile is gone completely when Steve starts coughing up blood.
Eddie’s face goes white, “What the fuck? It was dry pasta!”
Steve gives up the act immediately and stops coughing. He gives Eddie an unimpressed look as he tosses a pack of blood capsules at him and says, “Yeah, I know. Stop fucking with me.”
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@steddie-week Day Five: Together/Established Relationship/Hold the Line by Toto
Steve and Eddie being in a relationship might be the worst thing that has ever happened to Dustin.
Demagorgons, evil Russians, Vecna, undead bats and dogs, government conspiracies and his cat being eaten have all been bliss compared to the sickly sweet, ooey-gooey, puppy-love, lovesick, utter grossness bullshit of Steve and Eddie actually being together.
Of course, he is okay with it in terms of them being two dudes. His mother taught him never to judge people like that.
Nope, that isn't the problem.
It's awful and just plain annoying because they are inseparable.
Attached at the hip. Practically living together in Steve's parentless house. Going everywhere together... Making everything about the other all the damn time... Talking on the phone when they can't be in the same vicinity... Eddie being granted a lifetime riding shotgun pass in the Beemer... Steve declaring that Eddie is his best friend...
And it is all impacting Dustin's life a little too much at this point.
He barges into Steve's house, not bothering to wait at the door after his knocking remains unanswered. As were his phone calls hours ago It's 11am on a goddamn Saturday morning and neither of the guys has work.
They were supposed to meet him at the arcade two hours ago.
Inseparable. But also selfish and forgetful.
He walks into the living room to find Steve and Eddie cuddled up on the couch (barf) and tucked under a blanket. Both are still dressed in pyjamas, a disgusting matching set Eddie had bought at the beginning of last Winter as a joke that they now wear unironically all the goddamn time.
Eddie (as usual) has his hands in Steve's hair, petting him like he's an overly furry house cat. And Steve (as usual) is on the precipice of sleep.
"You were supposed to meet me at the arcade!" he blurts out.
He probably should have thought of something better to announce his presence - something that would make them feel oh so very bad for abandoning him. But he is too distracted by the realisation that this relationship has also turned his best friends into senior citizen-homebody-couch potatoes. If only Steve was wearing the dorky old man spectacles he needs for the computer at work...
The pair startle a little but barely move. If anything, they look annoyed that he is even in their presence. They don't even look guilty or caught out! Have some sort of reaction - assholes!
"We're watching TV," Steve mumbles through a yawn, completely blowing over the plans they had made and now missed.
"Yeah," Eddie drawls, eyes glued to the screen, "MTV time, go away."
He punctuates his lame explanation with a hiss that makes Steve (now the chief of egging him on) snicker into his chest.
Yuck.
Dustin groans at the sounds of Toto crooning from the TV, whining when he catches Eddie of all people, mouthing along to the words.
Maybe he should just get it over and done with and call Hellfire for an emergency talk about their (decidedly no longer 'metal') Dungeon Master. They were already talking about it. Even Gareth, Jeff and George were willing to overthrow Eddie and replace him with Will if it meant some consistent campaigns without a fawning Steve lingering around asking silly questions - all an excuse to lamely flirt and grab Eddie's already-waning attention.
Although, it might be more effective at this point to simply disable Steve's cable access...
"What!" he screeches at the sight of Robin shuffling in from the kitchen, slurping away at some cereal.
She stops mid-spoonful, gawking. A Cheerio slops onto her chin before dripping down onto her sweater without her noticing.
"Hey," she mumbles through a mouthful nonchalantly.
She squishes past the lovebirds to sit in the empty spot next to Steve - which is basically three-quarters of the couch considering his proximity to Eddie.
"Why are you here?"
Robin shrugs, "Kid, this is the only way I can spend time with Steve that doesn't involve being at work."
"Are you fucking kidding me!"
Steve grumbles, "I'm not going with you, dude."
"But we made these plans a week ago."
"No, I don't wanna."
"Henderson," Eddie pipes up, overly stern alongside Steve's baby-whining ass, "We just want some peace and quiet."
"Can't we just chill out, Dustin?" Steve begs as if they aren't like this all the time these days.
Before Dustin can express his utter disappointment, Steve retreats into Eddie's chest and pulls their blanket up to cover himself completely. Eddie just continues petting the mass glued to his side as Dustin scrubs a hand over his own face, resigning himself to an arcade session alone.
Robin whines, likely annoyed that their communal blanket is now being hogged by a total traitor of a friend. She reaches forward to deposit her cereal bowl on the coffee table with a pointed thud. Clearly 'spending time with Steve' just means being a rickety third wheel that eventually topples off the proverbial clown car entirely.
"I'll come with you to the arcade," she says, jumping up and rushing towards him.
She rolls her eyes in the direction of the cocooned duo on the couch.
"Really?" he can't help but beam and as Robin nods, a toothy, even guilty smile creeps across her face.
"But I don't have any money," she admits, chewing her bottom lip.
Fuck it, he'll take it.
Dustin grabs her arm and begins leading them to the door, grumbling as Robin's socks slip on Mrs Harrington's shiny floorboards.
He calls over his shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll just find a new older friend. I hate you two."
"Fine," Eddie chimes, matching his mocking singsong tone.
Steve just grunts something Dustin doesn't catch, he's too busy listening to Robin launching into a series of complaints about the prospect of walking back to the town centre from Loch Nora.
Robin stops mid-rant as she tries to spin at the same time she hops into one of her boots, almost falling straight into the coat rack.
She frowns, "Did you just imply we weren't friends, Little Dude?"
Dustin pinches his nose, "Are you coming, or not?"
Eddie watches, craning his neck to peek over to the front door. When he hears it click shut, he flicks the blanket away and begins pulling on Steve's pyjama sleeve.
"Now that Rob is gone, you wanna get back in bed, Stevie-Bear?"
He is practically on his feet before he finishes talking, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Steve leaps up and wraps his arms around his middle, already setting about waddling them as one cozy blob towards the stairs.
"Duh."
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