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italiansteebie · 1 year

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I could teach you waking up in my t-shirt.

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Steve Harrington has a really cool T Shirt.

It was the exact type of shirt no one would expect him to wear, it was soft, and worn, and the design looked hand made, and sometimes there was a long, dark, curly, strand of hair stuck to it, like the person who made it left a piece of themselves there.

Dustin didn’t know where he got it, or how someone like Steve came across a shirt like this, but any time he asked about it, the teen got… Defensive.

Once Dustin asked Steve if he could borrow it, and Steve freaked out, like properly freaked out. So he stopped asking about it. It was a little strange how protective Steve was over the shirt, and how he never seemed to wear it to school, or outside of his house. He had to wear it somewhere though, because more often than not that long, dark, hair would be present, and Dustin knows for a fact Steve washes the shirt.

So where did he get it?

What exactly does “HellFire Club” mean?

Is it a band?

And Dustin asked all these questions only to be met with a nervous silence from Steve, which was unlike him. So, he stopped asking. There were more pressing matters than Steve’s shirt, like demodogs and Russians under the mall, and the fact that the girl Steve works with somehow knows him better than Dustin, all of a sudden.

He’s not jealous, though. Well. Not that jealous. But why does she get to know where the shirt came from, and not him? It’s Steve’s biggest mystery, and it was well kept. At least, well kept from him. He remembers the day clearly. He walked into Scoops Ahoy with Steve who already happened to be in his work uniform. He usually changes at work to avoid walking through the mall looking like a Naval monstrosity. He watches the way Robin Buckley smirks, like she’s let in on a secret, “No Hellfire shirt today, Steve-o? Trouble in paradise?” she asks slyly. “Haha. Shut up, Robin.” Steve replies through his teeth, strained. Dustin whips his head around to face Steve. “You talked to her about the shirt? C’mon, Steve! We’re friends!” Dustin whined. Steve pushed his head away, “You’re like, 5, this is grown up talk. Now get back to your mom, she’s gonna freak if you’re late for camp check in.” Dustin sighed, “Whatever. See you later, Steve!” They hugged briefly and Dustin left, the shirt and what Robin Buckley said about it, still rocking around in his brain.

But then Dustin got back from camp, with a big ass ham radio, a new, very real, girlfriend, and a Russian interception. And suddenly, the t-shirt didn’t seem all that important. In fact, Dustin forgot about it until one fateful day.

The first day of highschool.

There he was in all his glory.

Eddie Munson, and guess what he was wearing.

The shirt.

Steve’s shirt.

So Dustin made it a point to seek the guy out, and in his mission he found that HellFire was not a band, but a DnD club. And that only made him more confused, did Steve secretly belong to a party? And that’s why he never played with them? No way. The betrayal.

So, Dustin infiltrates the group.

Along with Mike, and Lucas.

Because it’s a DnD group, and well… Will’s gone, and they still wanted to play.

And they become a part of the group.

It’s fun, and the way Steve’s eyes almost bug out of his head when he sees all of them wearing his shirt is absolutely hilarious.

Dustin keeps the whole “shirt debacle” to himself. He knows that Steve was in HellFire and didn’t tell any of them. He decided to let him keep his dignity, and put the whole mystery behind him. The only strange thing was, that whenever he brought up Steve during their sessions, the rest of Hellfire got… Weird. Gareth, Jeff, and Grant would smile slyly in Eddie’s direction and Eddie would blush. Did they have some type of falling out? Eddie never seemed to want to talk about Steve, and Steve never seemed to want to talk about Eddie OR HellFire. Why were they pretending not to know each other? It was weird.

Steve would pick them up from sessions, he and Eddie would share a short wave back and forth, and that was the end of it. It was still weird that Eddie’s hair seemed to get tangled in Steve’s shirt, even though Steve didn’t go to the meetings anymore. In fact, now that Dustin joined, Steve didn’t seem to wear the shirt at all anymore.

So another mystery was upon him.

But then a cheerleader died, and no one could find Eddie.

And all of a sudden his face was plastered on the news, his name becoming synonymous with ‘Satan’ and ‘murderer’ which Dustin thought was ridiculous. Eddie Munson was not a violent person, not by any means, in real life. As a dungeon master he could be pretty merciless, but. That was just a game.

And the newest mystery revolving around Steve and Eddie was put on the back burner.

They found Eddie a few hours later in Reefer Rick’s boathouse, a suggestion made by Steve, the stress too high to consider how he could even know that. But then there was a bottle pressed to his jugular and sorry Eddie, but he needs Steve alive for this. So he pleads until Eddie drops the bottle, Steve’s eyes reading more concern than fear, but Dustin would think about that later. He watches Eddie as Eddie watches Steve be comforted by Robin, wiping the stray tears away, looking back at Eddie with a look that Dustin thought Steve could only give to girls…

Unfortunately, as entertaining as it was, Steve’s love life was not the hot topic of the moment. So he moved on, and the events unfolded in succession of disaster, like they usually do when the upside down rears its ugly head. And all of a sudden Steve is telling them not to be cute, and Eddie says ‘Make him Pay,’ in a tone that anyone could hear, means something different.

—

Nancy delivered the final blow, and Vecna was down. But there was a pit in Steve’s stomach. Something was very, very wrong. So he ran. Nancy and Robin were hot on his heels, shouting for him to slow down but he couldn’t. The scene came into view and Steve couldn’t breathe. Dustin was sobbing over Eddie’s prone body, bats from hell surrounding them.

Steve could only run faster, he reached them, dropping to his knees.

“Eds,”

“Stevie,”

“Don’t do that Munson. We’re getting you out of here. I swear to god. If you die, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

And through his grief clouded brain, Dustin knew Steve meant what he said.

From that moment on it was a blur, Nancy and Robin helped Dustin limp towards the gate, only looking back to see Steve lifting Eddie from the ground in what looked like sheer will. They’re going to make it out. He can feel it. He’s got to figure out the mystery. And maybe that was a stupid thought, but he was only 15, and that was what gave him hope.

The gate that split in the Munson trailer was beginning to close, and it was a fight to get through, Dustin didn’t get to see the end though, because when his broken leg was met with the force of hitting the right side up, he passed out.

—

He woke to a steady beep and a pressure holding his leg in place.

He cracked open his eyes to see his mom sitting in the plastic hospital chair next to his bed, reading a book.

“Mom?”

“Dusty,” She gasped, pressing the Call button, and reaching to grab his hand.

“E- Eddie?”

“I- I’m sorry baby.” And for a second, Dustin’s heart dropped, “He’s still in surgery. That earthquake really did a number on him. The doctors think he’s going to pull through.” Dustin breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, and Steve was admitted for his wounds. He’s in the next room over. They’re going to put Eddie with him as soon as he’s in the clear, Steve’s request.” With the news that his friends were okay, and the soothing motion of his mom brushing her hand through his hair, he fell asleep. The next time he woke up it was by a doctor, getting him ready to be discharged with strict orders of rest.

He ended up moving from his room, to making a home in Steve’s room.

It was weird to see Steve in the hospital, unmoving, hair flat against his forehead. It almost brought tears to his eyes to think about his brother like that, the only thing keeping him together was that Steve was here, awake, and the heart monitor’s beeps were steady and reassuring.

—-

It had been a few days, Steve’s wounds were healing nicely, and he was allowed to go home.

Eddie had been cleared from the ICU and moved to a long stay ward.

He was still asleep, but the doctors said that was his body’s way of healing. That’s what they said about Max too. They were confident both of them would eventually wake up.

Dustin had expected to see Steve around the hospital after his discharge, checking Max, and keeping up with his own check ups. What he didn’t expect to see was him and Eddie’s uncle Wayne in what looked like a heartfelt embrace. He didn’t really mean to eavesdrop, but he also didn’t move away. “He’s gonna wake up, son. I know he’s strong. And I know you’ll be right there waitin’ for him.” Wayne's gruff voice floated through the quiet hospital. Dustin didn’t realize Steve knew Wayne like that but, he guesses it’s from Steve’s secret HellFire days.

He shook off the initial confusion and went to join the two men in Eddie’s room. They would sit and talk. Talk about Eddie, Steve’s interactions with weird customers, how Wayne was settling in to the new government provided house. Anything. Just to fill the room with sound, to let Eddie know they were there when he was ready to wake up.

Dustin knew it was going to be an emotional day when Eddie woke up for real.

He’d been opening his eyes, and saying one word responses for about a week now, and the doctors predicted he’d be starting to wake up for longer periods of time real soon.

“S-tv?”

“Eddie! You’re awake, do you feel okay, can I get you any-”

“Slow down, boy.” Wayne said, resting a hand on his shoulder, Dustin pausing as he does. “Any pain, Ed?”

“No,”

“Good. They got you on the good stuff.” Wayne chuckled.

“Steve?” Eddie mumbled, and Dustin was confused for a moment, but he thought that Eddie was probably concerned about the guy that carried him out of hell. Dustin watched as Wayne smiled, “Your boys gone to get some coffee and chips for the kid and I. He’ll be back real soon.” His boy? Interesting…

Dustin was close to figuring out the mystery, there was just one thing he was missing. He knew these things took time, but this was taking forever, when was he going to figure this out? And right as he finished that thought, Steve walked in. He handed Wayne his coffee and tossed Dustin his chips, floating around the room on autopilot. Wayne and Eddie both watched with familiar fondness, as though they had seen this before. Steve finally let his eyes drift over to Eddie, who was wide awake now, smiling in his direction. “Eddie.” He breathed, eyes wide.

“Hey, Stevie.”

“Oh, you bastard! I told you not to be cute! I told you,” Steve’s voice cracked,

“C’mere.”

Steve slumped over to Eddie, basically crawling into the bed with him, and cried against his chest. Dustin felt as though the solution to the mystery was about to be revealed, were they related? No way. Best friends? Secret Best friends? Perhaps…

“I told you,”

“I know you did, baby.”

Wait. Baby?

And y’know, he shouldn’t have been so surprised at what happened next.

“I hate you,”

“No you don’t.”

“You’re right,” Steve sighed, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips, savoring the sweet reunion. That is until Dustin breathed in sharply, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb them, but instead choked on a piece of potato chip. He coughed and hacked, and Wayne clapped him on the back and handed him some water, and there was snot and tears running down his face. “Sorry,” He said hoarsely, still partially choking. “I didn't mean to ruin the moment I just-” Steve cut him off with a smile, “You finally put two and two together, huh? Guess I owe you five bucks, Eds.” Dustin watched them carefully. “What?” He asked, only slightly embarrassed at the implication that the two had bet on him.

“Me and Stevie bet that it’d take us kissing in front of you for you to figure out we’re together. He thought you’d figure it out before that.” Eddie said, smiling through his words.

“I thought you were smarter than that, Dust. You really let me down,” Steve teased.

Eddie sighed, “When you saw me in the shirt I thought I had lost for sure, but you never really said anything about it.”

“I thought that Steve might’ve been secretly a part of HellFire…” He trailed, looking down sheepishly.

Wayne barked out a laugh, “It’s okay, kid. I was bettin’ that you’d figure it out at their weddin.’”

And Dustin gasped at that. “Mr. Uncle Wayne, I'm hurt,” He said dramatically, a hand clutching at his chest. Wayne sighed, “Boy, you are just about as bad as Eddie.”

And both Steve and Wayne shared a good, long laugh when Eddie and Dustin let out simultaneous “Hey!”s. Dustin shook his head, but let a smile rest on his face. This was a better outcome than he could’ve hoped for.

And if he’d heard Steve and Eddie’s “I love you’s” whispered back and forth as they all settled in for sleep, well.

He’d just keep that to himself.

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therandomfandomme · 1 year

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The tabloids that are loosing their shit about rockstar Eddie Munson, bc he's been spotted around with a boy and later a girl, like full on making out both times, and while he doesn't like talking about his private life they know he has a partner that he talked about in interviews. And this is quite the scandal, it's plastered on every cover, yet there hasn't been a public fight, no one trying to come and cash in by doing an exclusive interview about being cheated on my Eddie Munson and they just don't understand. Meanwhile at home genderfluid Steve is reading the tabloids to Eddie as they lounge on the couch and laugh about it, bc it has always been Steve in the pictures, so the tabloids are claiming Eddie is cheating on Steve... with Steve

#rrrambles #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #famous eddie munson #genderfluid steve harrington #genderqueer steve harrington #trans steve harrington #eddie lives au

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pukner · 1 year

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I just had a thought sorry for spilling it here but platonic stobin s5 steve death with orpheus & eurydice-style plotline of robin pulling some improbable scientific and supernatural strings to get steve back and hahahahah um surprise eddie is there too & he’s been helping steve survive in whatever underlayer of life/death they’ve found themselves in because he’s been navigating it for a bit now

hey anon. Anon don't apologize can u please elaborate I'm losing it????

god, robin loving Steve so much she rends apart the veil between life and death. Maybe Steve dies in the Upside-Down. Maybe she feels like some part of her died with him. Maybe she was screaming as the gate closed, reaching out desperately for the other half of her heart, maybe she had to be held back, had to be told, robin, you can't bring him back. Robin, please, he's dead already, please.

Maybe it's like Robin died. Maybe she's the one doing the haunting. Maybe she's being haunted. She hears him laugh in her ear as she fumbles a conversation. Hears him hum his favorite song when it comes on the radio. She smells his shampoo in the breeze. She can't sleep, because sometimes she feels the weight of him against her back, like they're lying back-to-back again, like they did in Starcourt. Back when they were giggling children waiting to die.

Maybe she looks drawn and pale and won't talk to anyone. No one sounds right. No one gets it. She has a Walkman, plays his favorite song on a loop, like she's been cursed.

She hears his voice on the radio instead of Dancing in the Dark. She follows his laughter in the wind, bad dad jokes and terrible puns, down to the scar where the gate was.

She doesn't know how she gets through. All she has is Springsteen and his bat. She can't sleep without either. She doesn't sleep much anyway.

She wanders this corpse of a world, empty without Henry to fuel it, and waits. Sings Total Eclipse of the Heart in a stupid muppet voice. Sings Springsteen. Narrates all the things that have happened since the gate closed, but only the funny bits. The happy bits. Not that she's been there for them, but.

She hears him sing back, croaky and amused. She doesn't dare look. She hears him laugh when she fumbles the words. She can't hear to turn her head to where the voice is coming from. Can't bear to see nothing at all.

Slowly, she gets up and walks to the gate. She hears footsteps, someone singing with her, and she can't bear to look, and she's shaking and she thinks she might've lost her mind.

You sit around getting older, she whispers, voice hoarse. It's been hours, she thinks. Days, maybe.

There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me, Steve sings back, and he sounds real. And then--

I'll shake this world off my shoulders, someone else joins in, and Robin shakes.

Come on, baby, the laugh's on me, they all sing, and they sound like home.

She makes it through the gate on unsteady legs. She stumbles forward, into the burning sunlight, into a world alive. Nearly plants on her face, but then strong, real arms catch her. Someone laughs in her ear, warm breath on her face.

"Oh, Rob," says Steve, and she can feels his tears on her shoulder, "Oh, bud. I gotcha. I got--"

She spins around and hugs him, a sob ripping out of her throat. Another pair of arms encircle them, and she looks up. Eddie Munson, haggard and worse for wear, grins down at her.

"Heya, Buckley," he says, "Hope you didn't mind me crashing your cute little lovers' reunion."

"Gross," she says, instead of bursting into further tears, "We're not like that."

"Yeah," says Steve, tucking her face into his neck, where she can smell salt and iron and dirt, "She's, like. The other half of my heart or whatever, doesn't mean we're dating."

"Oh, good," says Eddie, brightly, from where he's plastered to the pair of them like a gangly limpet, "Because I've spent all of our shared undeath sucking face with the other half of your heart, Buckley, and that might make things awkward."

Robin snorts out a laugh, and alright, now she's crying again. She tightens her grip on Steve, listens to his heartbeat, feels the pulse in the hollow of his throat, the rumble of his chest as he tells Eddie Munson to shut the fuck up.

Her Walkman's still playing. She's holding her heart, and his annoying boyfriend. She's no longer haunted, no longer haunting.

#stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve dies #but not really?#ambiguous anyway #eddie lives #eddie lives au #robin and steve would defy logic yo be together again #steddie #ficlet #my writing #looth yells #asks #st ficlet

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schrijverr · 5 months

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CORRODED COFFIN COMES OUT IN SPEECH [Grammy Awards 2001]

A YouTube upload of the Grammy acceptance speech of Corroded Coffin in 2001 where front man Eddie Munson and drummer Gareth Smith come out.

On AO3.

Ships: steddie

Warnings: homophobia, self identifying use of the f-slur

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The video has the grainy quality that TV had back then, however, the hall filled with famous people and extra’s is still fully visible as it pans between different hotshots from 2001. Then it cuts back to the presenter, who says: “And the winner of Album of the Year isssss … Corroded Coffin!”

Cheers go up all around as the band comes up on screen, all of them have big smiles on their faces, pride shining through, as they get up to accept the award.

As the front man, Eddie accepts the trophy from the presenter, shaking the man’s hand as he takes it. With that done, he turns to the audience, the other members behind him to support him and partake in the acceptance speech that he will give for all of them.

Eddie leans into the microphone and says: “As always this one goes out to my Uncle Wayne as well as all the parents of the rest of the band and all the other loved ones. We couldn’t be here without you. We’ve won genre specific Grammys before, but to get this one is truly an honor.”

People already start to clap, thinking this is it. The band has never given long speeches before, limiting it to thanking the people they’ve always thanked, before leaving again.

However, Eddie doesn’t step away from the mic, instead saying: “This award isn’t just for us, we couldn’t have done it without everyone who worked on it and we thank them very much. The people we won’t be thanking, however, is out label.”

Gasps are heard all throughout the room as whispers start up. Reporters present lean in and the presenter looks torn between keeping them in time and maintaining what might go down as an iconic moment in TV history.

“You have opened many doors for us, but you have stomped down on one of our main principles and we won’t be silenced,” Eddie says loudly and clearly. “So instead of them I will be thanking my husband, Steve, who I love very much.”

The room seemingly explodes, but Eddie keeps talking: “And we also dedicate this to all the queer kids out there, who are growing up alone. We see you, we love you, we are standing by you and we are a part of you. I am the biggest fag there has ever been, as is Gareth here, and Corroded Coffin will always welcome you.”

“Thank you for the award,” he says and with that they walk off.

Eddie leads them, his head held high, award proudly held up to remind everyone in the room they awarded it to a bunch of queers. Jeff is right behind him, throwing up devil horns when a camera gets right up in his face, while Gareth behind him just flips it off. Closing the rear is Chris, who despite his gentle nature is an imposing figure, which deters anyone from coming too close.

In the background, you can hear the presenter struggling to get back on track, but no one is listening anymore, all eyes following the band.

They don’t return to their seats, instead walking out of the venue to make a statement. The cameras follow them as far as they can within the bounds of the program, seeing how a man with neat hair and a pressed suit that many have thought to be an assistant waiting for them by the door.

However, assistant speculation is immediately debunked as Eddie throws an arm around him and pulls the man close so they can share a kiss.

Naturally, the camera immediately cuts away, because showing that is definitely not okay for the time and program. With the cut away, the video ends.

COMMENTS:

Random User 1:

This was such an iconic moment in pop culture history, like I remember seeing this and being blown away

Random User 2:

be honest, who is here after the book lol

Random User 3:

Used to be a fan of them, but this is honestly disgusting, immediately stopped listening. Can’t believe they would be like that

Random User 4: Oh my god, literally no one asked! Stfu, homophobia isn’t a cute look Random User 5: and yet you’re still here commenting, kinda sus if you ask me…

Random User 6:

Like this if you were a fan before the twitter revival!!!

Random User 7:

This totally went down in the books! Greatest acceptance speech of all times, hands down

Random User 8:

omg I totally only just realized that the man at the end is steve and not some rando he kissed to make it stick lfdhgfjdgdjf I may be stupid lmao

Random User 9:

I’ve been a fan of theirs since the 90s, following them from before they were big. They have always helped me through the rough times and I still look to their music fondly. They so deserved that award and I am glad they were finally acknowledged!

Random User 10:

Ahw, I’m so emo that Eddie always gives a shout out to his uncle Wayne <333 crying

Random User 11:

Jeff is so underrated, he is always my favorite! Look what a cutie he is with his lill devil horns ahhhh, gushing!!!

#rr writing #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #eddie lives au #st post season 4 #famous eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson #corroded coffin #gareth stranger things #jeff stranger things #a collection of queer photography by jonathan byers #tw: homophobia #tw: f slur

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ferra-to-my-faberge · 11 months

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"i dont trust anyone anymore." eddie glared at steve. how dare he look at him with such kind eyes, didnt he know what eddie went through? didnt he know how long he suffered in the upside down, barely getting by, barely alive?

steve paused. eddie was sure he was about to utter something stupid thatd rile him up more, something like "not even me?", something completely selfish.

but that was not what steve said.

while looking into his eyes so caringly, in a quiet voice, almost a whisper he said it;

"that sounds so lonely."

and eddie felt as if he were punched in the stomach, all the emotions, all the things he felt for the man before him flooding his mind, flooding his senses, he couldnt take it any longer. he was lonely. devastatingly so. steve could see it in his eyes, of course he saw it, he always spotted when something was wrong. it was painful how much he loved steve, unnatural, unkind.

but yet, he did.

#idk what this is tbh #is it anything?#idk #tfw you love someone so much it hurts #might add to it #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steve x eddie #st #au #eddie lives au #ficlet #ferradrabble #ferrafooling #fanfic #angst #bittersweet

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softest-cinnamon-roll · 2 years

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I’ve seen so many aus where Richie was in the deadlights the whole time…so here’s my take on it.

- Richie is in the deadlights, but can’t be woken from it because, cosmic elderich being and all that jazz, so the losers make sure he’s safe before going on to defeat him.

- Neibolt starts to crumble and it takes all five of the losers to carry Richie out, because there is no way Eddie is allowing them to leave him there since “he’s not fucking dead dipshit” (aimed at Bill when he suggested they leave without him)

- they make it out in time, watching in horror as the house they just occupied collapses around them, catching their breaths before they turn to the task at hand; waking Richie up.

- it’s Ben who eventually reminds them how he broke Bev out of the deadlights 27 years ago, and Eddie is freaking out wondering how fast they can find and fly out whoever Richie has been seeing back in LA, only to stop when all the losers are quiet and staring at him.

- “what? Why are you all looking at me like that?” And it takes a moment but it finally clicks and Eddie looks back and forth between Richie’s motionless body and the rest of the losers. “It…can’t be me. It can’t be.” But he knows, he knows deep down that it is him, that’s it’s always been him.

- so Eddie leans down, brushing some of Richie’s curls from his face, and he kisses him like he’s the prince in some fairytale.

- at first, nothing happens and everyone hold their breath. Finally though, Richie gasps awake, his body jolting as he sits up and looks around at the losers staring at him in relief. Then he looks right at Eddie…and promptly throws up.

- Eddie seen (and experienced) his fair share of panic attacks, so when Richie starts breathing heavily, Eddie is right there, using all his techniques in an attempt to calm him down, but Richie is frantic and mumbling words no one understands. Except Bev.

- “what did you see?” Bev asks abs Richie stops hyperventilating, looking up at her and he realises everything he’d seen past a point in the lair, was in his head. It was all in his head. That’s when he bursts into tears, and the losers all pile around him, holding him close and assuring him that “this is all real, you’re fine. Everyone is fine.”

- cue the comfort to follow the hurt + reddie convo and eventual confession of feelings

(yes, yes this is the fic I’m writing btw)

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it fix it au #eddie lives au #eddie lives

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withacapitalp · 2 years

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Harrington & Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Dustin Henderson & Wayne Munson, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Erica Sinclair Additional Tags: Awesome Wayne Munson, Protective Wayne Munson, POV Wayne Munson, Good Parent Wayne Munson, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Supportive Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Protective Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Steve Harrington Has Head Trauma, Steve Harrington Has PTSD, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Vietnam War, The Party Friendship (Stranger Things), The Party as Family (Stranger Things), Steve Harrington Loves The Party, as always, Mike Wheeler is a Little Shit, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Relationship(s), Past Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, only lightly lightly implied here, but I want to put the tag anyway, POV Steve Harrington Series: Part 5 of A New Perspective Summary:

"Wayne had never met a nineteen year old before that held as much weight as Steve Harrington did. He carried negative emotions in a familiar easy way, but he couldn’t seem to accept the good. He had an entire family around him, a support system that most people would dream about, but he couldn’t let them in. He supported them at every step of the way, but the second they tried to return the favor, Steve wouldn’t allow it. There was a wall a mile thick around him, and he slaved away putting brick after brick along that wall, while hating how lonely it left him.

Maybe a little commiseration would help ease some of the weight off of Steve’s shoulders."

While everyone else goes to one of Eddie's shows, Wayne and Steve have a little talk.

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rabdoidal · 2 years

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1986 // July

Not pictured: Nancy and Robin packing the rest of Nancy’s things into the last of the moving boxes before she drives off to college tomorrow, Steve and Dustin ordering pizza for the 12 rowdy teenagers in the Wheeler house, Jonathan and Will putting the last details on the cake they made for Nancy’s going away party, and Lucas, Max and Eleven proof-reading the latest draft of Eddie’s book.

✨ kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous ✨

#my art #doodles #stranger things #Eddie Munson #st4 #eddie lives au

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years

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BRAINS OVER BRAWN

Summary: using herself as bait in order to protect Max, Chrissy is dropped at the Creel's residence with Dustin and Eddie as her guardians. Unfortunately, someone tips off Jason after spotting Dustin outside the murder house.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Genre: angst w/ happy ending

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Eddissy: @chaoticlovingdreamer @acvross-the-universe @queenofstarsanddarkness

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, violence, guns, blood

A/N: props to my best friend for giving me ideas to write a believable fight scene between Eddie and Jason, because this one was complicated af. Also say thanks to Grace Van Dien for putting out there which songs would have saved Chrissy from Vecna, we love you queen. Enjoy babes <3

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I gulped, my legs wobbling once my white Reebok sneakers landed on the sidewalk by the Creel's house. This was crazy. Was I really doing it?

With each step I took towards the entrance, I became more and more dazed; the Brigitte Bardot's cassette that Steve Harrington had struggled so much to find faintly played through Eddie's headphones, though it was currently being muffled by the stammering of my heart.

What was I thinking? I wasn't brave —not braver than Max Mayfield, at least. But Max was a kid.

I felt a finger gently tap on my shoulder, snapping me out of my negative train of thought that threatened to go downhill.

I spun my head to my right, switching the attention from the ominous stained glass to a concerned Eddie, pointing at his ear as to tell me to remove the portable music player.

With a sigh, I did what Eddie requested and took off the headphones, letting them hang from my neck.

"You okay?" Eddie questioned in a whisper.

He wasn't a fan of the plan. Specially, not of the part in which I ventured into the lion's den to act as bait. He didn't particularly like the idea of Dustin being there either, but groups of three were made, and at the end of the day, the Creel's house was the safest.

If you didn't have me on account, of course.

"As okay as I can be right now." I limited myself to reply, tugging on the sleeves of my newly acquired leather bomber in order to stop my fingers from fidgeting.

"Hey," the tall boy reached for my hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. "We're not letting him get to you again, right Henderson?"

We both turned to the freshman, who enthusiastically nodded. "The moment it gets remotely bad," he raised his right hand, showing me the big radio cassette player we had grabbed from Eddie's trailer. "We're calling in Brigitte... Bardot, or whatever her name is."

Dustin's words made the corner of my lip twist up in an endeared smile, which Eddie turned into a relieved breathy laugh the moment he spoke again.

"You can bet they'll hear her all the way from Indianapolis." He joked, bumping my shoulder with his. "We're not taking any chances here."

"Promise?" It was almost inaudible, but Eddie caught it.

"Promise." He assured me, intertwining his fingers with mine, automatically diminishing my anxiety.

Something about Eddie's presence made me feel unbelievably safe —which was actually hilarious if we considered that, just a week earlier, the idea of meeting him alone in the woods made me uneasy at the very least.

My two assigned protectors awaited in silence for me to be ready and give them the cue to enter the abandoned house.

"Screw it," I let go of Eddie's hand and, after doing a couple of little jumps on the spot, I put back on the headphones and grabbed the door knob. "Let's do this."

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EDDIE'S P. O. V.

I was trying not to pace, to sit still by Chrissy's side as she stayed crosslegged in that dusty attic, holding her hand like she had asked me to. My knuckles had turned white and my palms sweaty from complying.

Her eyes were rolled back while her petite frame slightly convulsed on the spot, making her ponytail and bangs wave as if there was a breeze of fresh air coming from somewhere. The little notepad rested open over the wooden box before us, her last scribble on display for me.

'Thank you ♡'

Thank you. I still couldn't understand why she had trusted me to keep her body safe in the abandoned house while her mind battled with Vecna, trying to slip away from his grasp.

And even though I didn't understand, I would carry out every wish and need she had, because, fuck, she deserved every good thing in our fucked up world.

Every. Good. Thing.

There was a rage, a frustration, tightening like barbed wire around heart after listening in silence to all the bad thoughts she spilled to trick Vecna into taking her; all those horrible things about herself that she, to some extent, believed to be true.

I was ready to tell her the truth once she woke up; how she was beautiful —inside and out—; how she was the farthest thing from a horrible daughter for not listening to her mother; how she was capable and brave, so brave, and a good person.

I was ready to tell her that she didn't have to fulfill anyone's expectations but hers, that she didn't have to change her body to fit into anything, that Jason was the problem for not listening to her and not the other way around.

But to tell her all those things, first she had to fucking wake up, and she had to fucking wake up soon or else...

"C'mon..." I muttered through gritted teeth in the lowest tone possible, unable to refrain myself from emitting any kind of sound.

Stay with her.

"Fuck." I halfheartedly let go of Chrissy's hand to peek through the boarded up broken window. "C'mon, Dustin." I pulled the flashlight from my back pocket and pointed it to the playground's direction.

On-off. On-off. On-off.

Nothing.

I looked over my shoulder to check Chrissy's state; it hadn't changed, but something inside of me was telling me we needed to rush.

"C'mon, Henderson." I turned back to the window, sharpening my eyes in order to try and see in the dark.

On-off. On-off. On-off.

"What the fuck." I took a step back from the window. Dustin wasn't there, he wasn't in the playground. God, we didn't need more problems.

Staring at Chrissy's vulnerable, entranced state, I debated between trying the communication through light again or going out to check why wasn't Dustin responding.

It was just as I turned to turn on the flashlight again that the front door, three stories down, was slammed open, loud enough for me to hear the hit.

"EDDIE!!!"

My heart missed a beat at the freshman's distressed scream, following by fast, loud steps up the stairs that quickly came to a halt.

Forgetting about my task of remaining silent, my immediate response was to yell back, "DUSTIN?!"

Nothing.

Something was wrong. Something was so wrong.

"Motherfucking..." I muttered, as scared and stressed as I would ever be, running to grab the Brigitte Bardot cassette from my walkman. "Son of a bitch. Fucking... Christ." With shaky hands, I sprinted back to the window, under which the radio cassette player had been set, and threw it in before attempting to make my way downstairs.

I could barely get past Chrissy before my pace died down.

"Holy shit..."

Just when I thought I couldn't be more distraught, I was met with Jason fucking Carver climbing the attic stairs, left arm holding Dustin against his chest while his right hand held a gun up to the kid's head.

Great, just fucking great.

"Fuck me." I instinctively raised my hands in surrender, eyes ping-ponging between Dustin and Jason, whose deranged glare wasted no time in scan the place and therefore finding Chrissy in a matter of seconds.

"You fucking freak!" Jason shouted, taking slow steps forward and therefore making me step back at the same speed. "I knew you had her." I saw his bloodshot eyes stare at what I figured was Chrissy's back, but didn't dare to look at her.

"Dustin, you okay, man?" I chose to ask, as laid-back and possible, my attention focused on the scared freshman forced to walk in front of the jock.

Dustin's quick nod made Jason's focus snap back to us, pressing the barrel against the kid's temple, which made my whole body stop functioning and Dustin's lids be screwed shut.

"He won't be okay if you don't back off."

"Listen—"

"Back off!"

I had no option but comply, trying not to stumble while I mantained the six feet distance between us, only stopping after Jason reached Chrissy.

"Chris?" He crouched, manhandling Dustin with an iron grip to check the cheerleader's state. "What did you do to her?!" He yelled, standing up and turning his head to me so fast that it might as well have given him whiplash.

"Listen, let the kid go, alright?" I nearly begged, seeing Dustin's eyes welling up with tears he refused to spill.

"I'll let him go when you let her go!" The loading of the gun dramatically echoing in the eerily silent attic nearly put me under cardiac arrest.

When my body unknowingly tried to move forward to reach the curly haired boy, Jason yanked him back, a string of curses falling from my lips as he did so.

"Eddie—"

"Henderson, shut up." I ordered with widened eyes. Thank God the blond boy wasn't trigger-happy. "Jason, you don't understand—'

"I do." He growled. "The only reason why I didn't shoot you on sight is because I understand, you satanic freak."

"Dude, I'm catholic." I replied with unnerving levity.

"Eddie! remember your first campaign with us?" Dustin's words were a quick, nervous gibberish. "The Gnolls that attacked the party." Luckily, Jason had decided to try to decipher whatever the kid was saying instead of shutting him up for good. "Gareth's idea. Brains over brawn."

Oh boy, this was gonna suck for me.

"What's he talking about?!" Jason urged me to explain, the loose strand of hair hanging over his forehead trembling. "What does that mean?!"

I shrugged, giving my head a slow shake. "I have no idea, man."

"Cut the bullshit. Here's what's gonna happen." He drew a loud breath, jaw clenching as he tried to put himself together. "You're gonna wake her up." Without blinking, he tilted his head to Dustin. "Or I'm gonna kill him."

God, my heart was jackhammering to the point it made me dizzy. Why did it have to be me handling this situation? Killing off a couple of nightmarish bats would have been much easier than dealing with a delusional, unhinged jock with a gun who also happened to hate my guts.

This was on me for volunteering to be Chrissy's protector. What was I thinking? I wasn't brave.

Fuck it. Bravery or not, I wasn't going to let Jason hurt Dustin or get to Chrissy.

Brains over brawn, Eddie. Time to roll the dice and hope for it to score a high number.

"I'm sure Chrissy would looove to know you murdered a fourteen year old in her name." I commented, risking adding a sarcastic undertone to my words.

"Wake her up, you fucking psycho!"

"Psycho?" I scoffed, looking down at the basketball player. "That's rich from the guy pointing a gun at a kid." I tried to bring in a watered down version of my usual histrionic demeanor, hoping to bewilder Jason enough for him to forget about Dustin. "Maybe I should wake her up. Let her see you like this. She would hate you." I dragged the last two words in a slow tone, trying not to startle the blond senior while simultaneously riling him up.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" He seethed, though there was a tinge of fear showing in his irises. "You don't know Chris!"

"And you do?" I huffed, eyes squinted at him. "You don't even know what she was going through." My reproach was genuine, flashes of Chrissy's tortured, miserable state coming to my mind accompanied by the echoing of her dark confession to Vecna.

"If she was going through anything, she'd tell me!" His grip on Dustin loosened, and so did the need to press the pistol against his head, since he was now motioning at the girl with it. "She trusts me more than anything!"

"That so?" I dared to take a step forward. "Then why was she in my trailer and not in your house?" The guy was now vibrating with rage, and God would I be enjoying it if it was not for the imminent danger threatening all of our lives. "You know what I think?" I taunted in a low voice. "I think you've never listened to her."

"Shut up, Munson."

"You never even cared about what she had to say, did you? And why would you, Jason?" My voice, which was previously a mocking whisper, began to gradually raise. "She was there to sit still and look pretty, wasn't she?"

"SHUT UP!" He finally tossed Dustin to the ground, nearly making him bump into Chrissy, and menacingly cocked the gun at me.

"She's a trophy for you, right? Something to show around." I egged on, trying to convince myself that he would not shoot, when we all knew quite well what he was capable of. "The Head Cheerleader and the Basketball Captain. What a fucking cliche."

"I love her more than anything."

"Really? Because it looks like you just wanted an excuse to come after me with a loaded gun, pretty boy."

"I'm going to kill you, Munson." He declared, knuckles white from the tight grip on the butt of the gun. Fuck, if the bullet didn't stop my heart, the fear would.

"All talk no action. I guess that's why Chris swapped you for the freak, huh."

I knew the nickname would strike that final nerve, so I braced myself and tried not to falter when I heard the bullet being shot.

Though it never came; Dustin had pushed the gun away, forcing Jason to shoot the roof and earning the kid a well packed punch.

Letting out a warcry to hype myself up, I leaped forward, tackling the shorter senior and sending us both to fall on the creaky planks on the attic's floor.

Using the initial shock and the fact the the gun had slipped from Jason's grasp as my only advantages, I propped myself upright on my knees and threw a blow down full force, making it crash into the blond's cheekbone with a strength I didn't know I had, leaving a cut on it from my chunky ring and the jock momentarily stunned.

I clutched my fist with a hiss, feeling my own stinging pain from the hit on my knuckles.

"EDDIE!!"

My head instinctively snapped at Dustin, and I was first met with the cause of the terrified scream; Chrissy beginning to raise from the floor.

"THE CASSETTE!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.. "DUSTIN, THE C—"

Pow!

Jason's knuckles hastily colliding with my jaw marked the end of what I knew to be my strike of luck.

My reflexes were clearly not as good as an athlete's, so in my dazed state, I could do close nothing to dodge a second blow, way more calculated than the previous one.

After trying to shake Jason off me and attempting to unsuccessfully land a couple of hits of my own, I opted to shield myself.

I barely registered the melodic, ironically lighthearted voice of Brigitte Bardot being blasted through my radio cassette player; thankfully, it took Jason so aback that he halted his vicious attack on me.

"STOP THIS!" His hysterical threat came out muffled by the blood thumping in my ears. Through swollen, blurry eyes, I saw how Jason scurried away in Dustin's direction.

No way.

Drawing strength from the adrenaline, I managed to kick the jock in the guts before he could get up. I pushed myself off the wooden floor, making it squeak under my weight before charging at Jason once more with a loud cry.

I knew it was a losing game, and Jason confirmed it the moment he not only deviated my fist to crash on the planks, but also switched our positions; with a crazed glare, he held me in place by taking a fistful of my blood stained shirt to push me against one of the posts supporting the damned attic's structure.

I didn't hear the thump behind Jason.

CHRISSY'S P. O. V.

"Stop running, Chrissy." The devil-like voice was calm; he was taking his time to chase me through the beautiful playground he had recently turned into a goreish nightmare. "It's time."

I stopped running by the swings; my chest heaved and tears blurred my eyes once more. He was right, it was time.

That was my last genuinely happy memory. There was no point in trying to get away anymore, and that broke me.

"Chrissy." I let out a shriek at the closeness of his voice. Frozen in place by the horror I felt, I could only widen my eyes, my legs dangerously shaking while he circled me until we stood face to face. "Stay very still." He ordered, raising his clawed hand until it hovered over my head. "It'll be alright."

It'll be alright.

The words Eddie had scribbled on his notepad moments ago while we waited alone for Phase Two came to my mind, accompanied by his soft half smile as a saving grace.

I didn't know if that would count as a happy memory, but I had to try. Pushing out of my thoughts the fact that Vecna was inches away from me, I shut my eyes and visualized that instant as vividly as I could, tears spilling from my closed lids.

Moi je joue à joue contre joue

Je veux jouer à joue contre vous

Mais vous, le voulez-vous?

"You think a song will save you, Chrissy?" He mocked me, tilting his head to the side. "Nothing will s..."

I had no time to think before the ground split beneath me while everything dissolved into dusty smoke, including Vecna.

I caught a mere glimpse of it before falling into a seemingly never ending darkness that made my stomach sink and knocked the air straight out of my lungs.

And then... Thud!

My feet hit the ground without a warning, cheerleader instincts kicking in and making me react on time so I wouldn't break my ankles.

It took a while for my senses to register anything aside from my hyperventilation, the undusted old wood beneath me and the deafening singing of Brigitte Bardot.

"Chrissy!" Two trembling hands grabbed my forearms and forced me to meet a curl framed face.

"Dustin?" The kid was on the verge of tears, visibly torn between leaving my side or making sure I was alright.

And then every violent sound silenced by the cassette started to come to me; the tussling, the grunts, the hits, Jason's raging screams.

The gun lying at arm's reach on my left.

EDDIE'S P. O. V.

"You think I don't know why you chose Chrissy?!" He yelled, fisting my shirt; had I not being so battered, I would have worried about him tearing the cheap fabric. "You think I don't see how you look at her?! YOU FUCKING FREAK?!" His voice cracked while he shoved my head against the post, triggering a worn out wince from me. Shit, I was so gonna have a serious concussion after this. "YOU'VE" Punch. "ALWAYS." Punch. "WANTED HER!"

Bang!

I didn't even flinch at the shot, but Jason did. His hands instinctively went up to somehow cover his head, but someone else was faster on the attack, shattering a vase against my attacker's temple and successfully freeing me from his iron grip.

Dustin's shoe flashed in front my eyes to kick Jason's semiconscious body off of me before hooking his arms around mines, dragging me away from the jock.

It was only after my perspective of the room had changed that I saw Chrissy struggling to stand up, the gun held firmly by both of her hands.

Like a rabid animal, Jason was soon clambering scarily fast towards me and Dustin, making us both scream as if that would somehow stop him.

"Get off them." Chrissy's stern, tired voice was barely audible over the song, but it was enough to make Jason change his mind about resuming the fight.

"Chris— Chris, it's me, babe." It was scary, how gentle he turned once he realized Chrissy was out of the trance. He wasn't in much of a hurry to rescue her from us now that she was aiming the pistol at him.

"What did you do?" She questioned in a grieving mumble, glassy blue eyes stealing a worried glance at my form.

"Baby, put down the gun." He ordered, getting up from the floor in an attempt to make his way to Chrissy. "I don't know what this freak did to you but we'll make it right."

"Don't get any closer." She warned the basketball team captain, taking a step back in order to rest against one of the wooden posts.

"Babe, I know you're scared—"

Determination and anger twisted Chrissy's face before she tilted the barrel down ever so slightly, shooting right in front of Jason's feet.

"I SAID DON'T GET ANY CLOSER!" Dustin's hold of me loosened, most likely due to feeling more protected now that Jason seemed to be listening to Chrissy. "Dustin? Can you get Eddie to the stairs?"

"I— I can try." The kid was able to sit me up but, despite putting in his best effort, I couldn't even stand up before we stumbled back to the floor. "Fuck."

Chrissy seemed to ponder her options, brows furrowed in concentration.

"Turn around and walk to that corner." She ordered Jason, momentarily cocking the gun at the farthest place from the attic's entrance.

The boy's bewildered eyes landed on us, then the corner, then Chrissy again, switching back and forth between the end of the gun and her cold gaze. "Chris, c'mon." He chuckled, trying not to let the nerves slip. "You're not gonna shoot me."

"I don't want to shoot you." She corrected him, jaw clenched and eyes squinted as if she was battling with her soft self and her own fears to make the following statement. "But I will if you touch Eddie again. So," Jason gulped, now more convinced by his girlfriend's words. "You're going to turn around, and walk to that corner."

Unable to react different due to the shock of the situation, Jason did nothing but obey, walking past us livid with widened eyes and hands up.

"Stay there." Chrissy's stern voice faltered while she put the gun down and rushed to us, her strong demeanor crumbling into pieces once she kneeled in front of me. "God..."

"Bad, huh?" I questioned, trying to lighting the mood but obtaining the opposite.

"It's going to be okay, Eddie." she didn't sound very convincing, but what was remaining intact of my body melted when she took off her scrunchie and carefully put my hair back in a bun. "It's... God, okay. That's a lot of blood."

"Great." I hissed, clenching my fists when Chrissy used her fingertips to move my bangs out of the way.

"Dustin, you have water?" By the way Chrissy's were automatically casted down, I figured the freshman, who kept me sat upright, had responded negatively. "We're... We're gonna get you to a hospital, okay? C'mon."

She moved to my side, draping my left arm over her shoulders and linking her fingers with mines before prompting Dustin to do the same.

With extra support, a little pride and a lot of pain, I was able to start walking.

"Waitwaitwait," I stopped them at the stairs, earning a worried look from both. "Can't go to a hospital, they'll call the police."

"Eddie, I don't know if you noticed but" Dustin motioned dramatically at my upper body with his free hand. "This is bad. Dying beats jail."

"Do I... look like I'm dying?" Chrissy's overenthusiastic 'no!' overlapped with Dustin's deadpanning 'yeah'. "I mean, it does hurt like a bitch."

"Listen, we'll get you to a hospital." Chrissy began, taking a step forward for us to follow her lead. "I'll— I'll stay with you, okay?"

I vehemently denied, feeling instant regret when that simple movement made me prone to lose balance and fall down the old stairs. "What about Vecna?"

"I think the plan worked." Chrissy shrugged, locking her eyes with mine. Now up close, I could appreciate how bloodshot they were. "The song... It wouldn't have worked."

My breath hitched, my left hand tightening around hers as if that would stop her from disappearing again.

It wouldn't have worked.

"It's okay, Eddie. He's gone." I hope. She didn't say it, but both Dustin and I could hear that thought. "Wait here, guys." She asked in a soft whisper once we reached the bottom of the stairs. So different from the harsh tone she had used with Jason minutes ago.

Speaking of which— Chrissy run upstairs, her ruined, soiled skirt shimming gracefully as she did so.

She was down in no time, wiggling Jason's car keys in one hand while the other held the gun limply against her thigh.

"I got ourselves a ride." She stated, sporting a smile way too warm bright for the situation. God, I loved her smile. "I gotta warn you, I'm not the best driver." She commented, throwing my arm over her shoulders once more.

"Well, look at it this way, we're driving to a hospital anyway." Dustin pointed out, making Chrissy laugh, her eyes squinting as she shook her head and casted it down.

Following her movements, my eyes inevitably fell on the stuffed pocket of the jacket Nancy bought her at War Zone, which until that moment had been empty. The two notepads we had used to communicate before baiting Vecna peeked from it.

When she looked back up at me and noticed what had caught my attention, she gifted me a small, timid smile.

"Happy memories." She simply said, only loud enough for me to hear. "I need those."

Happy memories.

My heart made a flip, and I felt like a middle school kid all over again.

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 1 year

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Reach Out and Touch

For @mungroveweek Day 2

"Well, great, Munson. Thanks to you, we're going to starve to death down here."

"Me? You're the one that stepped on the vine!"

"Well, this wouldn't have stepped on it if you weren't distracting me!" Billy sniped at the other teen tied to his back, trying to face him only to get a mouthful of Eddie's hair. Billy spat the strands of hair out as he pulled at the gross slimey tentacles that bound the two together. This seemed to anger the appendages as they tightened their grip. The blonde grunted as Eddie's back slammed into his. It had been almost a year since he "died" and ended up in wherever the hell this place was, Billy wasn't exactly sure. At first, he thought it was hell. It had to be, he thought. After all those things that creature who stole his body made him do, Billy figured it was divine punishment. But then he found out that he was very much alive and if he wasn't careful, the creatures that roamed the land he was stuck in could very easily kill him. He learned to survive and he adjusted.

Then he ran into the idiot pinned to his back. Eddie freaking Munson. His former drug dealer and the only other human in the upside down (apparently, that's what his sister and her shit rat friends called it) . He remembered finding the guy half dead near the trailer park. He spent weeks taking care of the other teen, making sure he didn't die. The guy was kind of annoying, but he had pretty good taste in music. And while he wouldn't let Eddie know it, Billy had been desperate for any human contact since he woke up here.

Billy wasn't exactly sure how long it had been now. A few weeks? Or maybe a few months. It was kind of hard to keep track of time here. Eddie was still learning how to survive this place and, as a result, often messed up. They'd had a lot of close calls. But this? While not as deadly (so far, at least), the grabby tentacles were far more annoying. Billy's axe had been tossed to the side by another vine, leaving the two unarmed in the middle of the woods by Lover's Lake.

"Come on, dude, don't worry." Eddie assured Billy as he rolled his shoulders. "Listen, I can't reach it, but I have a knife in my back pocket. You can use it to cut us free."

"This better not be a ploy to get me to grab your ass."

"If I wanted that, I'd just ask." Billy couldn't see it, but he knew Eddie winked as he said this. The younger teen sighed with a roll of his eyes before maneuvering the arm bound to his right side behind him. Running his palm along Eddie's jeans to which the metalhead let out a laugh. "Oh yeah, get a feel for it-"

"Shut up, I'm trying to focus." Billy grunted as he dug into the first pocket. Nothing.

"Wrong pocket~," Eddie called out in his sing-song phone. Billy's hand retracted and reached for the other pocket. His fingers found the blade's handle and quickly pulled it out. Lifting his arm as much as physically possible and using it to slice at the viscous vine wrapped around his chest. It took a few minutes of sawing before slicing the vines down the middle. They fell in a pile, allowing the two boys to stand up as Billy caught his breath. "Hey, are you okay?" Billy turned to face Eddie. Despite the earlier teasing, the metalhead looked genuinely concerned.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Billy shrugged as he tossed the knife back to Eddie. "Just be more careful next time."

"But I-whatever." Eddie threw his hands in the air, and it was Billy's turn to laugh. There were worse people to be stuck with down here.

#stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson #billy hargrove #billy x eddie #mungrove #mungrove week #billy lives au #eddie lives au

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4nemo1egend · 11 months

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Part 2 to this

"They're ridiculous. That's what they are. It's hair, not a leg. It'll grow. Just because because both have hair to their assess doesn't mean we all have to. I quite like the new look!" Robin rambled. She hadn't stopped since they got in the car.

It had been three days since their impulsive shave. Steve was still getting startled sometimes when he looked in reflective surfaces but he didn't hate the lack of hair. It turned out he saved a lot of time in his morning routine by shaving it so it was a plus.

Robin was also loving hers but her parents were another story. Their hippie hearts couldn't handle it - Robin's words, not Steve's. Steve found it all funny. Robin was at her wits end.

They got mixed reactions from just about anybody but neither of them cared because Eddie seemed happier and that was enough. Steve would've done it as many times as it takes.

They were on their way to visit Eddie at his new trailer. It was his second day out if the hospital. Their days consisted mostly of that - visiting Eddie and spending as much time with him as they could between their shifts at Family Video before they had to go home. Steve was still healing from his injuries so not like they had much else to do. Eddie was grateful for the company, though, and Wayne had personally thanked them. The man looked tired and worn out, proof of the care he had for his nephew.

"You're rocking it, Robs. I'm sure they'll get over it. Your parents are, like, the most chill people I've met," Steve comforted as he parked the car next to Eddie's beat up van.

"I know," Robin huffed. "I still hate that they expect me to be like them."

Steve gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze. "I get it. But you're pretty awesome this way, ya know?"

"Whatever, dingus. Let's go. Eddie is probably dying from boredom," she unbundled her seat belt and grabbed her backpack. She was bringing some books over for Eddie. Fantasy tales, she explained, "So he doesn't get bored." Steve knew that it was in hopes of bonding with him with something that wasn't Upside Down related.

There was another car on the other side of the van that Steve had failed to notice before. It wasn't a familiar one, he knew that much. Robin didn't seem to pay it much attention as she bounded up the stairs and gave three sharp knocks. She had opened the door without waiting for a response.

"Doofus, guess who!"

Steve rolled his eyes as he took off his shoes and closed the door.

"You alive, Eds?" Steve asked as he heard some commotion and crashing sounds coming from Eddie's room. His eyebrows knitted in confusion as he pushed his way past Robin. He didn't get a chance to reach the door when it flung open. Steve didn't recognize the guy that came out.

"Harrington?"

"Uh...hi?" Steve greeted. He looked past his shoulder. "Where's Eddie?"

"Over here!" Eddie slowly walked out, wincing a bit and holding onto his side. He looked better with each day. His hair was slowly growing, and his bruises and cuts were healing. It would take a bit to get back to his old shape but they had time. Steve was just happy about the progress. "Sorry, I didn't hear you coming from the guys."

It was then that Steve had noticed two other guys behind Eddie who were looking at him as if he grew a second head. Eddie's friends - he recognized. He smiled at them, hoping the good old Harrington charm would help him a bit.

"You must be Jeff," he greeted as he extended a hand towards the one who came out first. Jeff stared at it for two seconds before he hesitantly shook it. "Eddie told us a lot about you guys."

"More like, he wouldn't shut up. Oh, they never visited. I'm going to kill them in the next campaign," Robin mocked. She pushed past everyone, giving Eddie's shoulder a tap, and disappeared in the room.

"You're such a snitch!" Eddie spluttered as he turned sharply towards her. The gesture was followed with a hiss as he slightly doubled over.

"Careful," Steve warned. "You'll mess up the stitches."

Eddie gave him a grateful, closed-lipped smile as he straightened up. "I'm okay, Stevie."

"Stevie?" Gareth spluttered. "Dude, what happened to you? What happened to all of you? Since when are you bald, Harrington?"

"Yeah, man," Grant agreed. "Wasn't your hair, like, your trademark?"

"Eddie told us about you two. Wouldn't shut up," Jeff commented with a nod towards Robin who touched the tip of her nose in agreement. "I honestly thought he was bonkers."

"Yeah well," Eddie sassed. He slung an arm over Steve's shoulder. He did that a lot. He was a lot touchier than Steve and Robin were. Steve didn't mind. He instinctively wrapped his around Eddie's waist. "Sucks to suck."

"You're always full of it. Can you blame us?" Jeff sassed back and oh, Steve already liked him.

Eddie stuck his tongue out at them. All three returned the gesture in union.

Steve laughed. Robin rolled her eyes.

And Eddie. Eddie seemed lighter and happier than he had in a while. Steve was determined to keep it that way.

#steve harrington #eddie lives au #eddie munson #steddie #steve and robin shave their heads #short haired steve #short haired eddie #short haired robin #platonic stobin #queer musketeers

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italiansteebie · 1 year

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i desperately crave non american steve.

gimme italian stephano

french stephen

damn even Australian steve like can you imagine??

them moving to hawkins steve's freshman year and eddie immediately following steve being all like "oi, im gonna head to the servo for a bevvie. can ah get ya somethin?"

and eddie just... blubbering. "uh- i. im, gnarly. dude."

cut to a few years later steve meets the kids and by that time steve's accent has cut away significantly, and they don't notice until eddie wakes up in the hospital bed high off his ass from morphine asking steve to "talk austria" to him and everyone is highly confused and steve only makes it worse.

"right babe. as soon as we shoot through here we can get you right. maybe stop by maccas. good on ya almost dyin' babe."

"what the fuck was that."

"that was worse than when max first showed up from california."

"you can do an australian accent?"

steve scoffs. "gimme a pash and go back to sleep. you must be rooted, love."

their audience is still standing in confusion and steve pays them no mind, waiting for eddie to fall back asleep.

"steve." robin hisses once eddie's eye flutter closed. "explain."

they're all looking at him expectantly.

"i was born in australia. a real true blue. freshman year as youse call it."

he can almost see the moment it clicks for robin.

"oh my god! you're the australian guy everyone was freaking out over in 8th grade? shit. i was wondering what happened to him. that makes so much sense."

there's a grimace on little wheelers face.

"what pissed in your cheerios, mate?"

the grimace worsens.

"my sister talked about you ALL the time. it was gross when i didn't know it was YOU. now it's even worse."

"oh piss off, wheeler."

the rest of the group giggles, quietly launching into questions about australia, like can he surf? is everyone really always drunk? does the toilet actually flush backwards? what's the outback like?

steve sighs. thanks a lot, eddie.

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sofiiel · 1 year

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He's really into his photoshoot, everyone.

#eddie munson #eddie munson edit #eddie lives au #stranger things au #modern eddie munson #queued post

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straykidsnerd255 · 2 years

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You came back to me

Pairing: Vampire! Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Genre:Angst/Fluff Alive Eddie Munson AU

Song: Fairytale- Ambassador/Alexander Rybak

Warning: blood drinking, swearing, Season 4 SPOILERS (Not a whole lot)

Rating: PG-13

Summary: After Eddie had sacrificed himself in the Upside Down, Y/n is told the news by her younger brother Dustin. However, you are visited by someone in the middle of the night with blood on their hands and mouth.

Word Count:2136

Dustin felt his heart drop as he walked to his sister’s room. He knew that you and Eddie had been dating since the beginning of school and he hated that idea of telling you that Eddie was dead. Dustin took a deep breath before knocking on your door. “Y/n, It's Dustin. We need to talk.” Dustin could hear you shifting your blankets around and grumbling to yourself. “This couldn’t have waited until-” Your words fell short as you saw Dustin, being supported but Lucas, who had tears in his eyes. You narrowed your eyes thinking that someone had messed around with your brother and his friends and had hurt them badly but when you saw the look in Dustin’s eyes, it was something else all together.

“What happened?”

Dustin looked down as his body betrayed him. He didn’t want to hurt his sister. He didn’t want her to go through what he had to go through back in the Upside Down. “Y/n, Eddie’s, well, he’s… Eddie’s gone.” Dustin mumbled the last part hoping to whatever God’s were in the sky that she didn’t hear him. She heard him. “What?” Dustin felt his own heart breaking again as he watched her sink to her knees with tears furiously falling down her face. She covered her face and a heartbroken scream left her throat. Dustin felt tears falling down his face as he watched his older sister cry. He felt his heart clench as she screamed into her hands. The pain she felt of having her own boyfriend die resounded off the walls and pierced Dustin in the heart.

“I'm in love with a fairytale

Even though it hurts.

'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind.

I'm already cursed.”

“I tried everything to make him come back but he wouldn’t. He told me; “I want to protect the most important girl in my life, Henderson. IF she were to die and I made it, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” I knew what he was trying to say but I knew that you would be just as heartbroken if he were to die. I’m sorry Y/n. I tried….” Dustin broke down and sobbed freely. You looked at your little brother and stood from the floor. Lucas noticed what you were doing and released his hold on Dustin. You wrapped your arms around your brother and held him tightly as he cried into your shirt. You patted his head gently before petting his hair. “I know. It's gonna be ok Dustin.” You whispered. You smiled at Lucas and watched as he returned that smile and left the house.

{With Eddie}

Eddie laid on the cold floor of the Upside Down. His eyes half lidded as he looked at the red sky. His sides and neck ached from the attack of those vicious bats. He slowly sat up and held his head in agony. He stopped all movement when he realized his chest was rising and falling. He shot to his feet and patted his chest and sides. No blood was oozing from the wounds that he was very sure that he had received when trying to to help Steve and the others. He clearly remembered Dustin crying and begging him to come back with them; that they could get help. He shook his head to remove those thoughts before trudging back to his ‘trailer’. He walked back to where the portal was, and a sigh left his lips. It was still open.

He noticed that the mattress was still in the same spot and he smiled to himself. He ran his tongue over his teeth in concentration but froze. He opened his mouth and pressed his finger to his teeth only to find that his canines were extremely sharp. He swallowed hard before ignoring it and grabbing something to help him get through the portal. Once he was thorough, he stared back at the portal from the mattress and glared at it with all his heart. “You ruined my life. Now, I need to pick the pieces up again.” He muttered before getting off the mattress and running to his room to change his clothes.

He stared at himself in the one mirror that wasn’t destroyed. He gave himself a nod of his head before turning and running out of the trailer. He darted to the forest that sat behind his trailer and sighed when he was concealed from the world. “I have to get to Y/n but I’m hungry.” He muttered to himself. He turned his head when a twig snapped about a yard from him. He darted for the creature and when he found it, his mind blanked. When his eyes refocused on the world around him, he noticed the dead rabbit on the ground just a few feet from him. Blood stained his hands and face and he felt disgusted with himself.

He did his best to wipe the remaining blood from his hands and mouth before he stood up. He darted for the house that held two very important people to him. He found your house, which wasn’t hard because he had considered it a second home. He scaled the tree that sat in front of your window and gently tapped on the window. He watched as you slowly climbed out of bed and walked to the window. When your eyes locked with his, he watched you throw the window open so fast he was afraid the thing would break. “Eddie? Is that you?” You whisper.

“Did you miss me sweetheart?” He asked with a cheeky grin. He could see your face perfectly thanks to whatever the hell happened to him in the Upside Down. You moved out of the way to let him into your room and you found yourself lifting your hands to his face. His eyes immediately closed when your hands sat on his face. You let your hands drop from his face as you walk to your door and shut it. You flip your light on and there standing in your room, dirty, dried blood caked on his face and hands, stood Eddie Munson. Your boyfriend. “Oh my gosh Eddie!” You walked back to your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around him. His arms wrapped tightly around you as you both just stood there in each other's embrace. “You’re back.” You whisper against his chest. He laughed but felt tears filling his eyes. “I’m back. Where Dustin. I need to let him know I’m ok and alive….I.” You panicked when you saw Eddie drop to the floor.

You held your wrist out to him. His eyes dilated at the sight of your wrist but he turned his head away. “I’m not biting you Y/n. You are too important to me.” He hissed out. You shook your head and urged him to bite your wrist. “This will at least satisfy your hunger for a bit.” You said. “Also, I figured out what happened to you. Eddie, you’re a vampire now.” You whispered. Eddie froze. That’ll explain why he was staring at a dead rabbit drained of all its blood and became a rotting corpse at his feet.

“I’m not biting you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smiled at your boyfriend. “You won’t hurt me. I trust you.” You said sitting on the floor in front of Eddie. You watched Eddie hesitantly take your wrist in his hand before he bit down on your wrist. You watched as his tensed shoulder sagged and his eyes slowly closed. You ran your fingers through his hair before leaning forward and kissing the top of his head. He pulled away a few seconds later, licking his lips and giving you his same charming smile. “Tasted delicious princess.” He whispered, making your face heat up. You slapped his shoulder making him laugh. A knock was heard on your door and you and Eddie went silent. “Y/n, are you ok?” Dustin’s voice was heard from outside the door.

“Open the door Dustin but close your eyes.” You instructed. Dustin made a noise from outside but when he opened the door, he indeed had his eyes closed. You watched as he slowly walked into your room before closing the door behind him. “What’s going on Y/n?” He asked. You smiled before turning to Eddie. You stood up and he followed. “Wait right here. Don’t move.” You said quietly walking over to your brother. “When I say to open your eyes, open them.” You whispered and watched Dustin nod his head. After a few minutes you couldn’t stand it anymore. “You can open your eyes now Dustin.” You said.

You watched Dustin open his eyes and you could see the exact moment his heart began to mend. “Eddie? Is that you?” He asked. “The one and only Henderson.” Eddie said, opening his arms with a big grin on his face. Dustin ran to Eddie and hugged the taller male. He was crying against Eddie’s shirt and holding the male tightly thinking he would leave if he let go. “I’m not going anywhere Henderson. I’m staying right here.” Eddie said. You smiled as your younger brother and his role model jabbed at each other. “Can we tell the others tomorrow?” Dustin asked, looking between you and Eddie.

You smiled and nodded your head while Eddie had the biggest grin on his face. “Hell yeah! We can tell the others.” Eddie said. You couldn’t wait for the sun to rise. If Dustin had been as heartbroken as he looked telling you that Eddie had ‘died’ then the others must be just as heart broken or even more heartbroken. “Alright, lets go to sleep and then tomorrow morning Dustin and get everyone to come over here.” You said taking Eddie’s hand in yours. Dustin grinned and ran straight back to his room. You shook your head and pulled Eddie to the bathroom that said adjacent to the door into your room. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” You said as a single tear slipped down your face. Eddie lifted his hand and wiped the tear from your face before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. He moved his hands to hold your face as he deepened the kiss.

“Don’t leave me ever again.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. That was the worst 5 hours of my life being dead.”

Bonus:

Dustin grinned as everyone sat in his living room. You were just as giddy as Dustin was. “Guys, me and my sister Y/n have a big surprise for everyone.” Dustin said. “What is it?” Mike asked. Dustin was practically jumping up and down. “Y/n, can you please go and retrieve the surprise?” He asked. You grinned and ran up to your room. Eddie was currently reading your D&D campaign and looked up and smiled at you.

“You ready?” You asked when he sat the book back on your bed. He nodded his head. You grinned and grabbed a dark colored bed sheet and threw it over Eddie. He instantly grabbed your hand and allowed you to pull him along. You were giddy when you slowly walked into the main room. “Everyone close your eyes.” Dustin said. Everyone groaned but did as they were told. You sat Eddie down in the chair facing everyone and carefully removed the sheet. He looked at you with the softest smile before turning to face everyone.

“Open them!” You called out. You watched as they opened their eyes only to stare in disbelief. “Eddie?” Mikey said, looking at him. “I’m back!” He said, holding his arms up and jumping from the chair. Everyone practically tackled the male to the ground. Eddie laughed as they all tried to talk to him at once. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’m here to stay.” He whispered when he saw them crying. The kids climbed off and Steve held his hand out for Eddie. “Welcome back my friend.” Steve said, patting Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie smiled. “It’s good to be back.” He said.

You smiled as you watched your boyfriend and the others. “You came back to me Eddie. I thought I lost you forever.” You whispered before Eddie found his way back to your side. His arms wrapped around your waist and his head landed on top of your head. “And I am glad to be back in your arms, my lady.” he whispered before lifting his head from its position and leaning down to press a trail of kisses up your neck before landing on your lips.

“I love you so much Eddie.”

“I love you too Y/n. Beyond words.”

“Don’t leave me alone again.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it Princess. You are stuck with me forever.”

“I like the sound of that.”

#Eddie Munson x Female reader #fluff #angst #Eddie Lives Au #Eddie Munson #Female Reader #Stranger Things #ST4 #Enjoy

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schrijverr · 1 year

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Honey, Honey

Wayne comes home to Eddie humming a song Steve loves. He already suspected Eddie and Steve were together, but now Eddie comes out and Wayne accepts him with open arms.

Based on this post by @missjashin

On AO3.

Ships: Steve x Eddie

Warnings: none

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Wayne already suspected his boy was a goner when he first saw him with that Harrington boy. He’d been coming from work to find the two on the porch, joints in their hands. He stopped for a second and watched Eddie listen to something Steve said, chin resting on his hand, like the perfect image of a lovesick schoolgirl.

Back then Wayne had been suspicious of Steve, who had jumped up and hid the joint when he noticed him. Still a little high, but not enough to not be anxious, yet polite.

The fear in his eyes convinced Wayne to not go too hard on the boy and he is glad he didn’t. Since then, he has learned of an empty house and a daddy as mean as Wayne remembers him from high school.

Steve’s a good kid, Wayne has learned. Reliable and kind, not judging like other members of his family.

Wayne suspects Steve likes Eddie. He doesn’t know the boy as well as his own kid, but he can see him listening to Eddie’s every nonsensical ramble like it’s the wisdom of the earth. Hears how he claps when Eddie plays his guitar when they have retreated to Eddie’s room.

Luckily, Steve is a good kid, because it is clear that Eddie likes him too. Wayne sees it in how Eddie turns to Steve as if Steve is the sun and he a flower. Sees it in how Eddie will brighten when Steve is mentioned. How he’ll bring the other boy up in conversation like second nature.

However, Wayne never realized just how deep Eddie’s affections ran until today.

He has been out helping some people with their cars for a few extra bucks on the side, but it went on shorter than expected. So, he is home a little early, something he is glad for.

As is his nature, he opens the door softly. Eddie has always been a light sleeper and with his recent nightmares, Wayne does not want to wake him up if he finally managed to get some rest. The kid has had it rough since spring break and Wayne curses whatever it is that happened to him.

Instead of being greeted by soft snores, as Wayne had hoped, he is greeted by the sound of someone humming.

It takes Wayne a second to realize that the person who is humming is Eddie, who is sitting at their small kitchen table surrounded by paints and those mini figures he loves so much. The reason it takes him a second, despite the obvious and logical culprit, is because the music that Eddie is humming is not metal at all, nor any of the classic Wayne plays and Eddie tolerates.

No, because Eddie is humming Honey, Honey by ABBA. And the only reason Wayne know what song he is hearing, is because it’s a song that consistently plays on Steve’s stereo when he comes pulling in or pulls out of the trailer park.

Wayne also knows that Eddie hears that music when Steve arrives and goes. He has heard him complain about it multiple times to Steve, orating about how Steve needs to listen to better music and broaden his horizons.

A grin spreads over his face and he leans against the wall, watching Eddie hum music he claims to hate. So much for refusing to listen to the top 40.

Mentally he rolls his eyes at Eddie and his stubbornness, but it is in drenched in fondness. Eddie hasn’t had an easy life, if Steve can make him happy like this, then Wayne is just glad for his boy, who deserves the world and got nothing.

“How he thrills me,” Eddie murmurs some of the lyrics between his humming, bopping his head in a very un-metal way.

He still hasn’t noticed Wayne and Wayne feels a little bad about it. So, he clears his throat, which makes Eddie jump into the air and clutch his chest. Then, as if he doesn’t notice that he just nearly gave Eddie a heart attack, he asks: “Steve been around again?”

Immediately a flush comes over Eddie’s face. It has always been visible on his pale skin, something he used to pout about. Still does sometimes.

Feeling pity about his embarrassment, Wayne smiles kindly and assures him. “It’s okay, Eds. He clearly means a lot to you.”

Eddie looks up from behind his bangs, reminding Wayne of the twelve year old that showed up on his doorstep now already so many years ago. He looks small, very unlike the Eddie Wayne knows today. In a soft voice, he asks: “That- that would be okay?”

Now Wayne has always tried to make it clear that Eddie will be welcome in his house in every way he exists, but he has never wanted to assume or push. Clearly the message hasn’t been conveyed properly. “Of course that would be okay, boy,” Wayne tells Eddie, hoping the sincerity of the statement comes across alright.

It does, because a genuine big smile comes over Eddie’s face and soon Wayne has an arm full of nephew as the boy throws himself at Wayne.

He lets out a small “Oef,” at the impact, but steadies them easily. He has gotten used to Eddie’s physical way of showing affection and has been catching the kid for as long as he can remember. So he just holds him tight, showing what he is terrible at saying.

At twenty, Eddie is much bigger than he was at twelve. He has to duck to bury his head in the crook of Wayne’s neck, instead of pushing his face into Wayne’s stomach. However, his hands still clutch the back of Wayne’s shirt like he used to do and suddenly eight years doesn’t seem so long.

“You’re always going to be my boy,” Wayne whispers fiercely into Eddie’s hair, the words coming easier when wrapping his arms around the boy.

Both of them ignore how a few tears slip from Eddie’s eyes as he hugs Wayne tighter. After a few seconds, he quietly says: “Love you, uncle Wayne.”

“You too, Eds, you too,” Wayne replies and, by the way Eddie lets go and smiles, that is enough for him.

Eddie wipes his eyes dry, laughing: “Sorry about that,” not sounding very bothered.

“It’s okay, kid,” Wayne assures him, just to be sure. Then his gentle smile turns into a smirk. “So, you and Steve. How long has that been going on?”

“Uhm, since- since I got out of the hospital,” Eddie admits with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head.

Wayne raises a brow and says: “You got out of the hospital five months ago.”

“Yup, yeah, that’s- that’s right, yeah,” Eddie nods, biting his lip.

“You two being safe?” Wayne asks. “I know no pregnancies are going to come from it, but-”

“Oh my god, uncle Wayne, stop!” Eddie exclaims, dramatically putting his hands over his ears to shut Wayne out. “We’re being safe, please don’t continue that sentence. We don’t need the talk, I promise.”

“Just making sure,” Wayne grouches, silently amused at Eddie’s dramatics. He knows the kid is smart enough to use protection, but it can’t hurt to say.

“Thank you,” Eddie says, sounding sincere, despite the previous reaction.

With that established, Wayne nods. Then he moves on: “No funny business when I’m here and next time your boy comes around, I’m asking him about his intentions.”

After that, Wayne walks away to start dinner as behind him Eddie guffaws and splutters some sort of negative at the accusation that they would do something with Wayne in the house with them, before saying: “Please, don’t do that, uncle Wayne. That’s embarrassing.”

“It’s my right to be embarrassing,” Wayne informs him bluntly. “Which is why he will also hear about the song you were humming.”

Eddie groans and dramatically drapes himself over the kitchen counter as he laments: “I will never recover from this mortification.”

He continues to complain, but Wayne knows him better than that. He can see right through the put upon act and see how pleased Eddie is that Wayne apparently doesn’t care that he has a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend. That he is willing to do all the things normal parents do.

However, Wayne isn’t going to say that. It’s more than enough for both of them to have it hanging between them, unspoken but felt.

Wayne has suspected his boy was a goner since he first saw him with that Harrington boy and now it is confirmed. And he can’t be more happy about that. Eddie deserves someone, who makes him want to listen to sappy love music.

#rr writing #steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie lives au #eddie munson #wayne munson #uncle wayne #steve harrington

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