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libraryofgage · 8 months

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Addams Family Steddie Part 5

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

The fact that we're on part five is wild to me

Anyway, here's the wedding! It's probably the longest part so far lol

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

Wedding planning was, unsurprisingly, a stressful process. Planning for a wedding only two weeks before the event was even more stressful. Thankfully, Steve wasn't planning alone; he was in charge of finalizing the guest list, sending invitations, and catering while Eddie was in charge of floral arrangements, music, and decorations for the ceremony.

Steve had felt the division of labor wasn't fair, but Eddie insisted he'd be able to do everything himself.

And Eddie had been right. He'd kept the cemetery just creepy enough to still feel right while decorating it with flowers and ribbons and surprisingly comfortable chairs considering they look like they're made of bones. Everything leads up to an altar right on their shared cemetery plot, where Eddie's Cousin Itt is standing in front of their tombstone to officiate the wedding.

It's all very nice, and Eddie did a wonderful job of setting everything up, but Steve can hardly appreciate it right now. He's too nervous. Not about marrying Eddie; no, he's excited and over the moon for that. He's nervous about meeting Eddie's family, his stomach upheaving over the idea that one of them may not like him.

"You're worrying over nothing," Eddie whispers, his lips brushing against Steve's earlobe before playfully tugging on it with his teeth. He wraps an arm around Steve's waist, the reassuring weight helping him feel grounded. "They're gonna love you."

"Your cousin has been glaring at me since she saw me," Steve whispers back, turning to look at Eddie and letting their noses brush.

"That's just Wednesday. She glares at everyone."

"Does she always glare at people like she's planning five ways to cook them for dinner?"

"Only the ones she likes."

Steve snorts, taking a deep breath and letting his head drop onto Eddie's shoulder. "What would she do if she didn't like me?" he asks, glancing down at the bouquet in his hands. The rose stems have been clipped of their flowers, leaving only the thorns and white lilies.

"She'd kill you," Eddie says bluntly.

"What, no torture?"

"She only tortures the people she loves."

"Oh," Steve says, glancing at the pale man next to Wednesday, "that's why her partner looks like that."

Before Eddie can start cracking up, the sun begins to set and El begins playing the piano, a low and haunting version of the wedding march. "You ready, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, his smile matching Steve's in love and joy and sheer excitement.

"Of course," Steve replies, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before letting Eddie lead him down the aisle. The left side of the aisle is filled with people who give off the exact same vibe as Eddie: mysterious, kooky, and altogether ooky. Wayne is standing on Eddie's side of the altar, looking two seconds away from tears of joy. On the right side of the aisle, Dustin (a black velvet pillow holding two rings in his lap) and his friends are filling the seats, along with Jonathan (an old friend from high school, sort of; it's complicated), his partner Argyle, and Nancy (Steve's ex-girlfriend from high school, part of the reason his friendship with Jonathan is complicated, and now making eyes at Robin). Robin is standing on Steve's side of the altar, practically buzzing in her dark green pantsuit.

When they get to the altar, standing almost perfectly centered on their plot, Eddie can barely put any distance between them. Steve is the one who has to smile at him reassuringly while taking a small step back, keeping a tight hold on Eddie's hand. Eddie squeezes tightly enough that Steve is almost worried about bone fractures, but Eddie wouldn't do anything so fun in front of others.

Steve glances at Cousin Itt when he starts speaking, his words unintelligible, high-pitched noises that Steve is somehow able to follow. They're the general officiant stuff: dearly beloved, marrying two men, joining them in unholy and downright sacrilegious matrimony. Honestly, Steve ends up blocking it out at some point, too busy getting lost in Eddie's eyes.

He looks handsome in his black suit with blood-red accents, his fingers uncharacteristically devoid of all rings except the engaged-to-be-engaged ring from Steve. When Steve had asked, Eddie grinned at him and said he didn't want anything to distract him from the ring Steve was about to give him. His hair is pushed out of his face, too, just barely tamed into something the humidity will destroy after about two more minutes. Strands are already falling back into his eyes. Steve likes it, though, and he reaches up to gently tuck one of the strands behind Eddie's ear.

Eddie catches his hand, bringing Steve's palm to his lips and playfully biting. "Stevie," he says, and Steve suddenly realizes they've somehow gotten to the vows when he wasn't paying attention, "I would kill for you. I would die for you. I would live for you. You haunt my dreams and bless my nightmares. Your voice is music to my ears, a symphony of love and passion to which my heart beats. Sweetheart, you will have my undying love for the rest of eternity and whatever may come after. Ask anything of me, and I will do it without question. I would wear pastels for you. I would dive into a rainbow ball pit. Darling, I would drive kids to scout meetings in a minivan for you. There is no truer happiness to me so long as you smile and say you love me."

Somehow, Eddie manages to go the entire time without a single tear shedding, but Steve isn't nearly as lucky. His eyes watered from the moment Eddie called him Stevie, and tears would be staining his collar if Eddie weren't wiping them away with his thumbs before they could fall. "You're so romantic," he mumbles, unable to help a short laugh at himself.

"What can I say? You're inspiring," Eddie replies, winking playfully.

Cousin Itt says something more and then looks up at Steve, bending forward slightly to indicate that it's his turn to recite vows. Steve takes a deep breath, steadying himself and gathering his thoughts. "When you first knocked on my door, I wasn't sure what to think of you, Eddie Munson," Steve says, reaching up and placing his hand over the one Eddie has on his cheek. "But you romanced me, completely swept me off my feet, and helped me feel more comfortable showing love in a way that feels right. Every time I look into your eyes, I fall in love all over again. When we're together, the entire world fades away. My love for you is as unwavering as the tides, as all-consuming as a black hole that would swallow the universe."

From the crowd, Steve can just barely hear a man's voice saying, "Tish, they're almost as romantic as us."

"Oh, Gomez, you always do love competition," a woman responds.

Steve has to keep himself from laughing, suddenly looking forward to meeting Gomez and Morticia.

Eddie notices his barely contained smile and nearly buzzes with the want to kiss it. He glances at Cousin Itt, jerking his head in Dustin's direction and raising his eyebrows. Cousin Itt garbles a response, something that sounds like a scolding but is quickly followed by a slight bow toward Dustin nonetheless.

Dustin jumps up and walks over to them, holding up the pillow. As Cousin Itt starts his version of exchanging the rings, Eddie picks one up. The band is an inky black with tiny, multi-colored gems scattered across the top like stars. Inside the band, Eddie's name is engraved in red. "Now, you'll always have me with you," Eddie says, grinning at Steve as he slips the ring onto his finger, nestling it against the engagement ring.

It's a snug fit, just tight enough for Steve to know it's there and wonder if it's impossible to take off. It's perfect.

Steve picks up the identical ring with his own name engraved on the inner band. "And you'll always have me with you, too," Steve replies, sliding the ring to rest against his engaged-to-be-engaged ring.

What follows is Dustin quickly retreating and Robin yanking away his bouquet while Cousin Itt bows slightly to the both of them and happily squeaks out one last sentence. Steve barely braces himself for Eddie pulling him close, spinning him into a dip, and kissing him breathless. Steve can't help laughing into the kiss as he wraps his arms around Eddie's neck, brushing his tongue along Eddie's lips and tasting cyanide punch still lingering behind his teeth.

Wolf whistles (Robin and a few of Eddie's cousins), cheers (Wayne and the rest of Eddie's family), and exaggerated exclamations of disgust (Dustin and his friends) surround them as Eddie bites his bottom lip before breaking the kiss. Steve grins at him, playfully tugging on a lock of Eddie's hair as he asks, "You gonna let me up, handsome?"

"You could poison me and I'd only hold you tighter, sweetheart," Eddie tells him.

"Promise?"

Eddie grins and pulls Steve out of the dip, keeping him close as he turns to the crowd with a happy smile. "Okay, everyone," he says, his hand dropping down to Steve's lower back, "the reception is over by the Sheffield Mausoleum. Stevie and I will be joining you shortly."

Steve reaches out for Eddie's left hand as the crowd rises and disperses towards a mausoleum behind the altar. The wedding ring pairs nicely with the engaged-to-be-engaged ring, and the gems on both reflect the last, soft rays of the setting sun and the lamps hung all around them so guests can still see in the dark.

The only one who hangs back is Dustin, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Eddie notices him and gently pulls his hand from Steve's so he can hold an arm out. Dustin lights up and barrels straight into them. "You're, like, my brother now!" Dustin says, looking up at Eddie with stars in his eyes.

"Gee, was I not doing a good enough job?" Steve asks.

Dustin snorts, poking Steve's ribs as he pulls away. "Sorry, man, you're just not as cool as Eddie."

"Woah, woah," Eddie says, maliciously ruffling Dustin's hair, "that's my husband you're talking about. I won't tolerate a single bad word about him."

"Oh, gross, you're gonna be even worse now," Dustin whines, slapping Eddie's hand away.

Steve can't help laughing, about to make a similar joke about brutalizing his husband only to be interrupted by a familiar and dreadful voice coming from his left.

"Steven?"

Every muscle in Steve stiffens, his entire body becoming straight as a board against his will, and he sees the exact same thing happen to Dustin. He doesn't want to, but Steve still forces himself to lean forward so he can see around Eddie.

There are two people standing right on the border between the green grass with clean tombstones and the stubborn weeds and vines climbing up worn stone. Both are middle-aged; the woman has blonde hair perfectly curled to frame her face and brown eyes, and the man has dark brown hair carefully styled with just barely too much gel and dull green eyes.

Steve feels his palms grow clammy as a spike of white-hot anxiety shoots up his spine. He glances at Dustin, reassuringly pats his shoulder, and pushes him closer to Eddie. His husband (he should be feeling much happier when referring to Eddie as such, and the fact that he doesn't fills him with anger and frustration equal to the anxiety caused by the man and woman) clearly has questions but doesn't say anything. Eddie just places a hand on Dustin's shoulder, the same spot Steve patted.

Steve takes a deep breath and turns, plastering on a smile so fake that it makes his stomach churn. "Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?" he asks, walking over to the two but staying on the brown and ancient side of the grass.

His mother raises a single, perfect eyebrow at him. "We received news of the wedding from our secretary," she says.

"Honestly, Steven, what else are we supposed to do when our eldest son gets married?" his father asks. And for a brief moment, Steve thinks they'll be supportive. Maybe they'll pull out a small but thoughtful wedding gift and mingle with the rest of the guests. He's wrong, of course, but it was a nice delusion while it lasted. "Of course, we had to come and stop you from getting married to this Munson character."

His mother huffs softly, her fingers twitching like she's about to reach for a cigarette even though she claimed to stop smoking years ago. "It seems we're a little too late for that, though. No matter. We're friends with a judge, so come along, Steven, we'll get this marriage voided before morning."

Honestly, Steve is surprised Eddie managed to go so long without inserting himself. The moment his mother threatened to void the marriage, however, Eddie definitely isn't able to hold himself back any longer. He steps forward, wraps an arm around Steve's waist, and asks, "So sorry, but who are you, and why are you intruding on our wedding?"

The sheer offense on their faces almost makes Steve feel better as he places a hand on Eddie's chest right over his heart. And he says almost because the offense is quickly followed by his mother saying, "We are Steven's parents, and you are about two seconds from legal action."

Eddie actually laughs in her face, and Steve feels the tension drain from him at the sound. "Please, go ahead. We Munsons love a good court battle. They've yet to make any charges stick, you know," Eddie says, his grin nearly feral and sending a thrill from Steve's scalp down to his toes.

He grips Eddie's shirt, gaining his attention and flashing a suggestive smile. "Eds," Steve whispers, briefly forgetting about his parents and the rest of the world, "what charges?"

That feral grin somehow widens, bringing Steve's attention to the too-sharp canines that he wants to drag his tongue against until it bleeds. "Would you like the list in chronological or alphabetical order, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, leaning close until their lips are just barely touching.

Steve licks his lips, tongue brushing against Eddie's teasingly, and watches as Eddie's eyes darken into something hungry and insatiable and terrifying and thrilling.

"Oh, gross, seriously?!" Dustin cries from behind them, throwing his hands in the air. "Save it for the honeymoon."

That seems to break Steve's parents out of whatever stupor had overtaken them. "Steven!" his father warns, voice low and threatening and utterly laughable. "Step away from him this instant. Is this the kind of example you've been setting for Dustin? We promised his parents to raise him properly when we took him in."

Oh. That's the card they're going to pull now. Steve sighs, whispers, "Later," to Eddie, and turns to look at his parents. Eddie buries his head in Steve's neck, teeth playfully brushing against his skin despite the audience. "One, he's my husband," Steve says, raising a finger for each item that follows the first, "Two, any example I set will be far better than the one set by your absence. Three, I suggest you leave before you find yourself stuck in this cemetery indefinitely."

Eddie huffs softly against his neck, and Dustin moves closer to Steve's side, grabbing his sleeve tightly. "You haven't raised me at all," Dustin tells them, his voice prickly and indicative of the hackles that would be raised if he had any.

"That is enough," Steve's mother snaps, effectively shutting up her own husband as she takes a single step forward. It's the first one she's taken since they started speaking, but she still avoids stepping over the line made by the grass. "Steven, if you insist on this...mistake, we'll simply have no choice but to cut you off. We'll also have to take Dustin since you clearly aren't the good influence you promised to be."

Steve should probably be angry. In fact, he is, but that anger is overshadowed by the undeniable urge to laugh in her face. Which he does. Loudly. "I haven't used your money for myself in ages," Steve tells her, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the house, "In fact, it's all gone toward house payments and bills. So, sure, take the house. Eddie and I will get a new place with an even bigger room for Dustin who, by the way, is going fucking nowhere."

"Oh, I love it when you curse," Eddie murmurs, kissing a line up Steve's neck to just below his earlobe.

Despite himself, Steve grins a little. And then Dustin tugs on his sleeve, gaining his attention before saying, "I really don't want to go with them."

"You won't," Steve promises, continuing before either of his parents can say anything, "because you're sixteen. I'll make sure the custody case drags itself long enough for you to turn eighteen, and then they won't have any say over you."

"That would be very expensive, Steven," his father says, taking on a gentler tone like he's suddenly trying to play the good cop to his wife's bad cop. "I don't think you realize that supporting yourself won't be easy."

This, apparently, is what truly offends Eddie. He finally pulls away from Steve's neck, narrowing his eyes as a cold wind suddenly picks up. "Stevie won't have to support himself because I'll support him. You missed the beautiful and hauntingly romantic vows we just spoke, but Stevie won't be wanting for anything as long as I'm around. And that extends to the people he considers family."

As he speaks, the lamps around them seem to change, casting ghostly shadows over the cemetery. Something whispers in the wind, voice drawling and unintelligible but still threatening. An overbearing pressure begins to cast itself over the area, sparing Steve and Dustin but pressing down relentlessly on their parents. "Now," Eddie says, "unless you've suddenly become interested in the local real estate, I suggest you leave."

"Are you threatening us?" Steve's mother asks.

"Not at all," Eddie replies, his voice low and dark and that honeymoon can't start soon enough, actually. "I'm making a promise."

The wind shifts and howls, kicking up loose dirt and weeds and swirling around Steve's parents. Their faces drain, becoming increasingly pale, and Steve's mother looks ready to try speaking again only for his father to place a hand on her shoulder. At least he's smart enough to know when they've lost.

Steve watches them retreat, the wind following them until they've left the cemetery, and then turns to Eddie. "You look so beautiful when you threaten people," he says, grabbing Eddie's collar and yanking him down into a searing kiss that his husband happily returns.

It doesn't last long before Dustin interrupts, literally shoving himself between the two. "They won't come back, right?" he asks.

"Well, they might," Steve says, reassuringly messing up Dustin's hair, "but they won't be taking you anywhere."

"Yep, you're stuck with us," Eddie adds, picking up Dustin and throwing him over his left shoulder. He grins as Dustin squeaks. "Now, let's go party."

Steve snorts and grabs Eddie's right hand, leaving his left free to hold Dustin, as they walk towards the reception. Now that he's paying attention, he can hear the band playing and laughter-filled conversations filling the silence of the cemetery. He can also smell a whiff of something delicious, his stomach suddenly growling as he realizes how hungry he is.

Thankfully, a plate is shoved into his hand the moment they reach the outskirts of the crowd by a short man with greased-back hair, a wild glint in his eyes, and a cigar hanging from his lips. Next to him, a hand on his shoulder, is a tall and pale woman with blood-red lips and a knowing smile. "There you two are," the man says, removing the cigar as Eddie drops Dustin to the ground and shoves him towards the crowd. "Took you long enough."

Dustin sticks his tongue out at Eddie before running off, leaving them in the dust to join his friends. Steve shakes his head at the kid as Eddie smiles brightly at the two. "There was some trash to take care of," Eddie says, shrugging as he steals a roll from the plate in Steve's hand.

"I assume it's been properly disposed of?" the woman asks, an eyebrow rising slowly.

Eddie shrugs, holding the roll up to Steve's lips so he can take a bite. "For now. Might need to make good on a few promises, though," he says, biting off a piece after Steve.

The man laughs, clapping a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Just let us know if you need any help, old man," he says, his grin wide and his eyes excited, "I always did love a good hunt."

Steve swallows the bread in his mouth and smiles at the two, finally getting an idea of who they are. "Gomez and Morticia, right?" he asks, his guess confirmed by Gomez's widening grin and Morticia's approving nod. "I've heard a lot about you. Thanks for the cutting from Cleopatra, by the way. Nix has been a great addition to the family."

Morticia straightens slightly (Steve didn't even realize that was possible). "You've named her Nix," she says, nodding once, "Fitting. How's her health?"

"She's gotten big enough to need three pounds of meat per week."

"How wonderful. She's almost matured. You've been taking very good care of her, then."

"Tish does love her plants," Gomez says, placing an arm around her waist and pulling her close in a familiar gesture. Maybe it runs in the family. "She grows the thorniest rose stems, you know."

Steve is about to respond when Eddie lights up, clearly seeing something that Steve doesn't. "Well, Stevie is haunting on the piano, not to mention how well he can swing a bat," he says, his chest puffing out slightly.

"Impressive! Tish is a killer at knitting and keeps her needles incredibly sharp."

"I remember she knit Pubert's onesies," Eddie says, and Steve swears he can hear a young man groan in the distance. "Stevie makes wonderful traps. I never see them coming until I'm hanging from the air and losing my breath."

Ah. Steve suddenly gets it. He looks at Morticia, silently asking if this is common, and her amused smile says it is. "Steve, walk with me while our husbands play together," she says, holding out her hand.

Steve nods and presses a quick kiss to Eddie's cheek before pulling away and offering Morticia his arm. She leads him around the crowd, staying on the outskirts. "I'd like to officially welcome you to the family," she says, his voice steady and reassuring and lingering. "You seem to fit in quite well."

"Oh, uh, thanks," Steve says, feeling that anxiety from before starting to churn in his stomach again. At least it distracts his stomach from the hunger. "This isn't, like, a threatening thing, right?"

"Would you like it to be?"

"Not particularly."

"Then, no. Not for now, at least. I don't see you requiring any threats, though. Everything I've heard about you tells me that you'll have no trouble adjusting to the Munson family and its Addams relatives. Just know that we watch out for our own, dear, and we gladly feast on those who would subdue us for we are always hungry."

Steve nods, finding that this aligns well with everything he's seen from Eddie, Wayne, and El. "I've always wanted a big family," he admits.

Morticia smiles at him, and it feels warm despite her initially cold demeanor. "And now you have one," she says, looking up and waving to someone in the crowd. "Speaking of, I'd like you to meet my children."

Three young adults slip out from the crowd, two boys and one girl. Steve already knows them, and he smiles, the expression only returned by the boys. "Wednesday, Pugsley, and Pubert, right? It's nice to meet you."

"We'll see about that," Wednesday replies, her voice dry and devoid of any inflection.

Pugsley, meanwhile, smiles brightly and claps Steve's shoulder. "Nice to meet you, Steve! Welcome to the family. How do you feel about explosives?"

"Good for some jobs, but lacking subtlety for others."

"I told you," Pubert says, shoving Pugsley aside to stand in front of Steve instead. "What about daggers?"

"Easy to hide but too subtle for some messages."

Pubert frowns slightly at this response but doesn't argue. Wednesday, meanwhile, stares at Steve for a few intense seconds before saying, "What are you afraid of?"

"Eddie being out of sight," Steve replies, not even needing to think of an answer. He glances over to where they left Eddie and Gomez, happy to see his husband is still there. Though, the two seem to have engaged in a sword fight at some point.

"How sickening," Wednesday says.

Steve looks back at her and grins. "Don't be jealous, Wednesday. I'm sure your partner feels the same," he says playfully.

She tenses slightly, seemingly unused to this kind of backtalk, but quickly relaxes. "You're interesting. I'll be keeping in touch." And with that, she turns on her heel and walks back into the crowd.

"Aw, man, she still has my kidney," Pubert says, quickly chasing after her. Pugsley shrugs, looking like he'd rather not be left out, and quickly follows Pubert after waving goodbye to Steve and Morticia.

"They like you," Morticia says, sounding pleased. "You should come visit us after your honeymoon. Where are you planning to go?"

"Paris and Rome. I want to see the catacombs in Paris, and Eddie wants to visit this museum in Rome where all the decorations are made with the bones of monks."

"Oh, how romantic," Morticia says, glancing to the side as the sound of swords crossing grows louder. She waits a few more seconds before saying, her voice staying the same volume as always, "Gomez."

The fight immediately stops, and Gomez seemingly materializes next to Morticia. He takes her hand, pressing kisses along her knuckles and up her arm. "Yes, cara mia?" he asks.

"How long has it been since we danced?"

"Hours," Gomez replies, grinning brightly as he pulls Morticia away and to the dancefloor.

Eddie appears next, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist from behind. "Stevie," he whispers, breath tickling the back of Steve's neck. "We haven't danced, either."

Steve snorts, places his plate on the nearest chair, and turns in Eddie's arms. "Well, lead the way."

With an excited glint in his eyes, Eddie drags Steve to the dancefloor as the band begins to play the waltz. A few other couples have begun dancing together, but they all make room as Eddie leads Steve to the very middle of the floor. He pulls Steve close, one hand on the small of his back and the other holding one of Steve's hands. Their fingers interlock, and Steve lets Eddie lead him around the dancefloor in graceful spins and flourishes.

"So," Eddie says, his voice quiet but immensely clear to Steve as the rest of the world fades away, "other than that brief interruption, how did you like the ceremony?"

"It was beautiful," Steve replies, sliding the hand on Eddie's shoulder to wrap around his neck and playfully tug on a lock of hair. "We should get married again."

"How does next month sound?"

"I was thinking of a wedding in Paris and one in Rome. Just for us, nobody else, with ancient bones as our witness."

"You say the most romantic things," Eddie says, his voice slightly dreamy. "I love you."

The waltz comes to an end as he says this, and Eddie leans down to kiss Steve as they continue dancing through the break in music. Steve smiles, letting his eyes slip shut and trusting Eddie to make sure he won't fall or trip on anything, and pushes his tongue past Eddie's lips.

"I love you, too," Steve whispers when the kiss breaks long enough to allow words. He's barely finished speaking when Eddie pulls him back in, drowning Steve in love and passion and promises of later.

Steve finds he doesn't mind the idea of never surfacing again so long as Eddie's lips never leave his own.

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mattyb4dominicans · 10 days

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bi flipping panic

we all seen this beautiful man right but JS LOOK

LIKE idk who I wanna be with more Matt or sab SO FINE JS HAD TO SAY IT

#matt sturniolo #sabrina carpenter #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt x reader #matt sturniolo fanfic #vinnie hacker #drew starkey #eddie munson #jacob elordi #tate mcrae #gracie abrams #dua lipa #selena gomez #shania twain

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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 1 year

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t4t steddie is good bc it hits that classic t4t dynamic of 'beautiful stunning goddess' (stevie) and 'her weird little raccoon man' (eddie). and they're obsessed with each other.

#following the path morticia and gomez laid out for them 😌#steddie #transfem steve harrington #transmasc eddie munson #t4t steddie

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getyouanearthygirl · 1 year

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Some rockstar for you to thirst over who aren’t (to my knowledge) horrible people

Bc I’m tried of seeing people obsess over Tommy Lee. He doesn’t deserve it and you deserve better. I included lesser known guys and different genres to accommodate your thirsting needs.

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ironmansnips · 8 months

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simp yandere hc's

bro i need a fic about someone being absolutely whipped

like you could use and abuse them but they just keep coming back, just can't get enough of you

like yeah it hurts them and they're upset with you but it's like a moth to a flame ya know?

if having you in their life means getting treated like shit then so fucking be it, they'll be your bitch

ugh like just imagine hurting their feelings and making them cry just to kiss it better and keep them on their toes 😩

like not being in an official relationship, kinda friends with benefits but more intimate and obsessive? like hanging out and fucking other people just to fuck with their head

they're literally just not interested in anyone else, like they try tho

they go on dates and shit but it's just not the same, they might occasionally fuck someone who looks like you but they feel guilty after

plus the person they fuck doesn't appreciate them moaning your name ☠️

but like i wanna be able to say the most horrific shit and them still be in love with me 🤷🏻‍♀️

but like everytime they say they're done, they won't put themselves through this anymore, but as soon as your name pops up on their phone they break, texting you back instantly, meeting you anywhere you want<3

maybe this is toxic as fuck but it's the dream fr lmao

idk ig i'm just gonna list characters this could apply to in the tags? that feels like something people do lol

i fuckin know there's more but i can't think of them😭 also i wanted a lot more girl characters :(

#eddie munson x reader #gomez addams x reader #wolverine x reader #Stiles Stilinski x reader #Robin Buckley x reader #yandere x reader #john price x reader?#soap McTavish x reader

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stayspookymockingbirdlane · 2 years

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*At the Disney world teacup ride*

The Addamses: *talking while spinning calmly*

The Munsters: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

#crossover #memes #the munsters #the addams family #lol #herman munster #lily munster #grandpa munster #eddie munster #marilyn munster #morticia addams #gomez addams #wednesday addams #pugsley addams #uncle fester

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florallylly · 3 months

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eddie munson be pathetically and grossly in love with steve harrington challenge

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #like genuinely #eddie munson should be at mary shelley levels of romantic obsession #except in a gomez addams kind of way too #he's literally like i would rip open my chest and keep you hidden within my rib cage next to my heart if only to keep you warm #no one should spill the ichor that flows through your veins #your blood is the honey and milk flowing through the promised land

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jazzplusplus · 1 year

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1969 - Bill Evans Trio at the Volkshaus - Zürich

Bill Evans (p), Eddie Gomez (b), Marty Morell (dr)

#jazz #poster flyer #bill evans #eddie gomez #marty morell #1969

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steviesbicrisis · 1 year

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The more I watch Wednesday and the more I think that whoever said we need Steddie as Morticia and Gomez a few days ago was so fucking right??

Like, they met because Eddie basically attempts to murder Steve and Steve is super turned on by it (this is CANON) + they fall in love while Eddie is accused of murder (also canon)???

We deserve a scene where Eddie is arrested for murder and Steve tells him "I've never been more attracted to you" and then grossly make out right in front of the cops.

(Also, Max could totally be Wednesday and Dustin could be Pugsley, I can see them torturing each other lmao)

#steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve and eddie #steddie as morticia and gomez

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fandoms-in-law · 4 months

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Mikes Brother-in-law

Summary: Steve's in a dinner with a couple the kids don't know and Mike takes offence when he seems upset. Thankfully as odd as the conversation might be, nobody fails to tease Mike for what he says.

Authors Note: These characters are doing what they like. This was not what I expected to write for my prompt.

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Steve hadn't told them anything about the couple sat in the dinner with him. Actually he hadn't told them anything about his plans for the afternoon at all beyond that he wouldn't be available to give them lifts anywhere.

Then Mike spotted him in the dinner with this unknown couple as they headed to the arcade and everyone agreed that ensuring their Steve was safe was more important than arcade games.

Of course Steve had noticed they were there. He'd looked over and rolled his eyes as they entered. He'd also come over and dropped some money on the table hissing at them to order something at least, after the third time of one of them walking past their table to fetch cutlery and napkins in the hopes they'd hear the reason for Steve meeting these people here. Max had been the one to do it that time.

They still didn't know.

When Steve started looking, for want of a better term, heartbroken, Mike decided he didn't need to know.

“Get away from my brother-in-law! You're upsetting him!” The words were yelled before Mike entirely registered what he was saying. He was also stood at the end of Steve's table, hands clenched and five steps ahead of the rest of his friends before he was halfway through yelling.

The man Steve had been talking to bursting out laughing while Steve blinked at him in confusion and the woman smiled at him as if delighted by his actions.

“Are you here to fight for Steve's happiness, young sir? I've got a few blades we could use in our car.” The man offered just as El, Dustin and Max stood beside him, Lucas and Will staying a little behind them for the moment.

Steve's confusion melted into the protectiveness all his kids were used to seeing. “No! Gomez, you are not fighting Mike, or any of these kids.”

“Steve, perhaps you might introduce us to your brother-in-law and his friends. You know we wouldn't injure your children on purpose but they really are far better at surviving than you'd expect.” The woman spoke up, getting Steve to lean back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Mike has never called me that before and it's really not the time to question it. Let's just say these are the kids I often look after and I know already how good they are at surviving. It still doesn't mean I'll let Gomez fight them.” Steve grumbled, before straightening again with a nod. “Okay, Morticia and Gomez, these are Mike, El, Dustin, Max, Lucas and Will. Kids, this is Morticia and Gomez Addams, apparently an aunt and uncle I never knew I had.”

“And I'm Erica, the last of Steve's kids. Why does Mike look ready to attack someone?” The call came from the door, getting identical sighs from Steve and Lucas as Erica walked over to the table.

Steve glanced back to where Mike still hadn't relaxed since coming over. “Because I didn't tell any of you kids what I was doing today and got upset when we were talking about how my parents are, I think. These guys came in shortly after we'd started talking.”

“If they do hurt you I still have a few tubes of that corrosive acid from the Russian base. I'm sure it wouldn't be pleasant if some spilled onto them.” Erica replied immediately.

That got a groan from both Steve and Dustin now, “Dustin, why does Erica have any of that stuff? You were meant to get her out not stop to steal things.”

“We were trying to save you! How could we know if it would or wouldn't be useful? And it's not like you haven't kept things like that from our adventures. That bat wasn't yours originally so you can't be annoyed.” Dustin protested not realising how interested the Addams's were or the rest of his friends besides Erica motioning for him to shut up.

Steve was pinching the bridge of his nose again. “Anything else you aren't meant to share that you want to talk about? Your pet not-a-dog? El's family? Eddie's scars? Or are you shutting up now?”

“I want to know when on earth Steve was married to Nancy actually.” Lucas piped up, teasing grin shot towards Mike. “That seems like something Will should know about to share with Jonathan.”

Mortica let out a small laugh then, reminding the group that it wasn't just them to make quips between. “It does sound like you've had a frightfully interesting time of it. We'd love to hear more, Steven. Perhaps your friends would all like to bring seats over to join us.”

“Indeed, my love. Come, come, join us. We'll get meals for all of you, of course. Is there anyone else you'd like to join us, Dear boy?” Gomez immediately grinned.

“You really don't need to.” Steve hesitated, even as the kids were brining their chairs over, Lucas and Dustin pulling a couple of tables closer to give them more space to sit.

Gomez was already waving his hand to dispel any arguments. “Not at all. You go and call anyone else you want here and we'll get something order while we wait for them to arrive.” Saying such he handed Steve a small bag of change and nodded to the door.

“Eddie tends to help keep these brats in line more than the few others my age.” Steve reasoned, accepting the instruction now. “But I'm keeping an eye on you guys. Behave for Morticia and Gomez while I'm out there and no sword-fighting.”

With Steve gone, Mike's glare returned, joined by Max, El and Dustin all scowling at the Addams's too. “You were upsetting him. We're the ones that get to do that, not you. If you're just here to abandon him later we'll have you gone immediately and without a trace.” Mike stated lowly.

“And you aren't taking him from us.” Dustin added. “Steve is ours.”

The couple laughed, just as delighted as they had been with Mike's first yell. Before they could respond to that however the waitress came and between Dustin, Max and Mike orders were decided for Steve and Eddie along with everyone else.

Once she was gone Gomez clapped a couple of times, “Completely understandable. Now come, Michael, tell us more about Steve and how he's your brother-in-law. It seems that view isn't one your friends agree with.” He invited, gesturing to the seat beside him though Mike had already sat in the seat next to Steve's.

“Well he did date my sister for basically a year, and taught me tons of stuff older brothers are meant to do and refuses to stop trying to be everyone's parents but I was the first.” Mike grumbled, looking at the table to avoid the all too welcoming smiles of the Addams' or the shit-eating grins of his friends.

“I knew you liked him! Always act like he's such a pest but you like having Steve around! You've admitted it!” Dustin crowed. “Besides that, Steve is my brother. I should be the one doing the threatening, or El as the one who'll actually win.”

Morticia leant closer, “Tell us more. Have any more of you adopted Steve as your family?”

Steve re-enters the dinner to every kid talking over each other to claim why or how he's family, only Max claiming him as a sibling while the rest just stick to family and just beams, tugging Dustin and Mike into hugs as the pair either side of his seat. “I love you brats too. Eddie will be here in ten.”

“You have a lovely family, Steve. I'm glad they were there for you when my sister should have been, when I should have been.” Morticia praised.

“Then why weren't you?” Max demanded, sounding as if she'd wanted to ask the question for a while. “He's gone through a lot alone. Why are you only turning up now?”

That got both Addams's to become serious, sharing a glance. Gomez nodded and Morticia smiled, a tighter expression than any she'd shown to the kids yet. “You've come across the subject that had young Michael so ready to fight us. It's taken so long for us to reach out to my nephew because we simply could not. His father made legal moves to prevent our presence in Steven's life until he was of age and while we could have fought back such legal motions, our home would not easily entice a court to agree that we should be allowed contact.”

All the kids tensed up at that, El's eyes narrowing and Steve reaching around Mike to rest a hand on her shoulder. “Do you mean like my Papa made the place I lived?” El asked after all of them tried to decide who would speak.

“We mean that we find no sense in limiting our children to activities and items society dictate as safe. If Wednesday wants to make electric chairs and fire crossbows inside then those are interests I refuse to keep her from. If Pugsley wants to make explosives and traps that throw knives as those who set them off then it's importance practice for the rest of us in dodging.” Gomez explained wildly, seemingly doing his best to seem harmless though his enthusiasm for his children didn't appear fake at all.

“And Grandmama has so many wonderful recipes that most Americans just don't have the constitution to stomach we've found. Unfortunately in a society like this far too many tragedies are allowed to continue unquestioned and far too few things good for us are forbidden unless hidden away behind large homes and money.” Morticia continued, shaking her head at the idea.

Steve laughed a little at that. “Well I can see why my parents didn't want you to influence me. I might've befriended Eddie far sooner if I knew my relatives were half as bizarre as you are. We got there in the end.”

“That we did, Sweetheart, that we did. Are these your aunt and uncle?” Eddie agreed, making the ones looking away from the door startle at his appearance.

Steve nodded, leaning back and twisting to grin at him, “Yes, Gomez and Morticia Addams.”

“I've heard of a few Addams's before, and I think the one time I managed to snoop around Murray's he has a file on them just for curiosities sake. Is that the family you're from?” Eddie asked, shoving Dustin along the table and pulling a chair over so he could take a place beside Steve.

Gomez jumped up to start shaking Eddie's hand enthusiastically. “It is, dear boy, oh it very much is. We're rather the centralising point of the family currently. Tell me how Murray is doing? A cousin mentioned encountering his attempts to research us.”

“Paranoid as ever and relatively fed up of his self-imposed role as matchmaker to anyone he meets. He actually thanks anyone who interrupts his meddling to say they're already dating.” Eddie laughed, “But the reason I know the name was someone suggested an Addams run record company as potentially taking on my band, unfortunately a lot happened to prevent me from making any enquiries about it.”

Morticia smiled, almost sighing, “Cousin It does have a record label. We'll be sure to pass on a mention of your band to him. What's it called?”

“Corroded Coffin. And thank you so much if you do but don't feel obligated or something.” Eddie said but it was clear he would have begged for such an offer.

Steve however frowned slightly, a small confused expression, “You've mentioned Wednesday and Pugsley, so are they my cousins? And are there a lot of other cousins of yourselves?”

“The Addams family has many branches, so many that it's far easier to just call us all cousins after the direct relations are addressed. You also have a cousin Pubert, our youngest.” Gomez explained, still standing and holding Eddie's hand so he gestured with both of them.

Dustin however grinned, “Hey Eddie, apparently Steve's married to Nancy now. Mike's claimed him as brother-in-law.” He teased, distracting the conversation again.

“I don't know, Dusty'buns. Steve could have had Karen arrange a marriage to Holly years in advance. Or perhaps you've decided you're my brother now, Mikey.” Eddie mused, freeing his hand to lean back in his chair, tapping his chin before freezing as he realised just what he'd implied.

Steve glanced once around them, nodding to see no waitresses about nor any other customers near their table mostly because the kids had stolen all the chairs from nearby tables. He looked back to Gomez and Morticia and shrugged, taking the hand Eddie had closest to him. “I think you need to accept Mike is your brother. It's the best way for this to work unless you're going to return to pushing me back to Nance.”

“Let's swap seats. I need to hug baby Wheeler in joy for this new siblinghood.” Eddie agreed, using the grip to pull Steve out of his seat and spin them both into the other seat.

Morticia reached over to pat their hands once they were sat again, “You must all come to the family gathering this winter. The two of you and all the rest of your family. For this visit we didn't want to overwhelm you but everyone wants to meet our lost nephew and all the family he's bringing into the Addams family.”

“And young Michael deserves his chance to fight for your honour. Tell us what everyone's favourite weapons are.” Gomez leant forwards curiously. “Dustin and Erica mentioned corrosive acid and a bat earlier.”

With that the conversation spiralled into, if not more comfortable subjects, happier and more interesting ones mostly unconnected to unpleasant things, barely pausing when the waitresses delivered their meals.

#stranger things #steve harrington #mike wheeler #eddie munson #dustin henderson #the addams family #morticia addams #gomez addams #steddie #weapons talk #protective threats #mike wheeler is protective

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blackleatherjacketz · 2 years

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Into It

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

This was an Anonymous Request, so here it is! Sorry it took me so long, and I hope you like it! It’s my first time writing for Stranger Things!

Summary: You’ve been friends with Eddie and the Hellfire Club boys for a while now. It isn’t until he sees you in your Morticia Addams costume that he expresses his true feelings for you.

Warnings: Teen+, Friends to Lovers, Eddie Being AFFECTIONATE, Arm Kissing/Caressing, Kissing, Gomez/Morticia Addams Role Play, Halloween, Haunted Houses, Svengoolie, Indiana (I grew up in and still live there.)

Word Count: 1K