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thegoblinboy · 1 year

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This is from that poll that people decided. This is just a sneak peak but when I finish it I’ll be posting it up on ao3 as well. I don’t know if it’s going to be more then one part or not.

Summary - Where Steve and Chrissy’s roles switch. Steve meets Eddie at the picnic instead. Witnesses a very different Eddie Munson than what he was imagining. He’s having a very difficult time falling asleep, and normally he used drugs to appease them. But after season three and that whole situation with the mysterious drugs he cut himself back. But with Reefer Rick in the joint (no pun intended- unless?) the only option is Eddie. Who is just as confused as Steve is about this meeting. (Role swap)

Also happy Easter!

From the right a bird is chirping, excited and happy about the day. The sun is also towards the right, starting it's journey to set. The woods sound lived in, and Steve does enjoy the sounds of the animals but his shoulders were increasingly tense as he hears random twigs snapping continuously. His body jumping, face flinching and feet ready to sprint at any sign of danger. Hands scratching his face as he fidgets more, leg bouncing up and down flinching at the noises that come from his foot in the dirt. Crunching dirt and moving rocks making more noise to rile him up even more. His eyes are twitching, from the nerves or from the lack of sleep is unknown. Groaning as he rubs his face a little more, he's tempted to stand up and leave. Why was he even doing this? God, Robin would be slapping him upside the head for running towards drugs as a last resort. But something isn't rights. Something that no one can fix, the NDA's he signed months ago made sure of that.

He jumps even more startled as he hears more twigs breaking, more then the usual. For a second he swears the sound of ticking off in the distance. Behind him, next to him, possibly even in his head the ticking clicks gently. Though it's drowned out by the loud footsteps coming from his left. He's close to sprinting away when he sees the person he's supposed to be meeting. He was aware of Eddie Munson. But he's never bought anything off from him. Normally that was Reefer Ricks domain but with the guy in jail, that left some dents in Steve's plans. Which must've happened with in the last couple of months as Steve used to be a regular. Before the mall he used to smoke to calm himself enough to sleep. After the mall he could barely get the tiniest bit high before he was freaking out thinking that Russians were out to get him. Though, once again there had been a reason why this wasn't his first resort. Trust him, he's tried everything he could to calm the nightmares and just sleep. The bags under his eyes are evidence that nothing has seemed to work for him.

His hazel eyes follow the others boy's movements. Glancing down at the metal lunch box that the other was carrying with him. A soft humming being heard coming from the back of the others throat. Walking with ease, as if he wasn't doing something completely illegal. Eddies eyes land on Steve after a moment. He pauses in his steps as he processes what's happening. Steve fucking Harrington had been the one to anonymously ask for this deal to happen. He's completely baffled as he inspects Mr. Goody two shoes in all of his glory. And honestly he didn't like what he saw. The guy looked like shit, his eyes were sunken in from the lack of sleep, his skin wasn't that familiar tan color but a more palish white tone and his hair was a bit deflated. Landing in front of his eyes a bit with no product in sight.

"Hm- didn't inspect you to be the wizard behind the curtain." He says in an amused tone. He had no room to judge, he's dealt with far worst then the likes of Steve Harrington. He furrows his eyes brows a bit as he watches the other look confused. He doesn't look all the way there if he was honest. Normally Eddie would be a bit of a asshole, to make sure that his customer knew that he took things very seriously. But something wasn't right about this deal. "Um? As in like Wizard of Oz? You know the scene where they pull the curtain to reveal the mysterious Oz?" He clarifies. Watching as realization dawns on the other boy. Taking the moment to shuffle himself in to the tight space of the bench, setting his lunch box on the table.

"Oh fuck, sorry man. That's not normally the reference I'm used to hearing from the movie." Steve laughs gently. Even in the middle of a drug deal Robin was lurking in the back of his head. Maybe if he was more awake he would be more careful with how he talks. But he's secretly proud that he remembered one of the many gay facts that Robin taught him. He had a difficult time remembering certain things, so it was a miracle he could pin the 'friend of Dorothy' conversation he had with Robin. Who was a ticking time bomb who just wanted to be extremely gay with someone else. Even if Steve wasn't gay, he was still willing to sit and listen to her rants about how unfair society is. He drifts off for a second as he rubs his eyes before he's being pulled back to the business at hand.

Eddies looking at him curiously, eyebrow raised as he for a split second thinks the other knows his friend. But he doesn't want to say anything because this was Steve Harrington. Just the name alone held power behind it. He shakes his head a tiny bit as he moves clicking open the metal locks on the tin. Popping it open as he watches the others eyes move to land on said item. "So- what brings you to little old me?" He says with a huge grin. Pretending to be nice so he doesn't drive off a paying customer. Especially this one, who he's sure has a decent amount of money on him.

Steve hesitates for a second as his hands fidget on the table, shaking a bit before he's moving to wipe the sweat off in his lap. "Well, drugs obviously. Weed specifically." He says gently. His eyes snapping back and forth around the area. Expecting anything to happen.

"Hm- well you are in luck, I have a shit ton of that buddy." Eddie grins leaning forward a bit as if he was sharing a secret. Before he's moving and showing the item to him. Shaking the bag a bit as Steve's eyes move to watch the movement. "Don't worry Harrington, this place is secure. Literally no one comes out this far anymore." Eddie assures as he sets the bag on the table. Grabbing his scale out and a empty bag along with a scoop. "So how much do you want? Cant determine the price until I get a number."

Steve hesitates as he try's to think. But he looks nervous as he asks. "Before I buy any of it, how strong is it? I need something to knock me out." He pauses before adding. "That and the last shit I had was laced, I'm trusting that you don't run that kind of business Munson?" He doesn't trust the other just like he doesn't trust himself in this moment. Or the trees off to his right. Everything was suspicious, like at any moment something was going to go wrong.

Eddie leans back a bit as he listens, taking this just as serious as the other. "Well, if you want I can roll up a sample for you to try right here? If you like it, it'll be a couple of dollars extra for the sample if you don't like it I'll give you a discount." He rambles out. "I would let you have it for free but the bills don't pay themselves." He laughs gently. Though there was no way Steve Harrington had to worry about anything like that. Once again he was Steve fucking Harrington. Though he's quick to furrow his eyebrows. He didn't know many people who sold shit in Hawkins, the information of the other getting something laced was nerve wracking.

"Well fuck man, don't worry. It's all weed. You should definitely try it when you're with someone else then. Just in case you have a bad trip." He says concerned. Quickly moving and finding his papers and quickly rolling a tinier joint. Not wanting to put to much or to little in. Steve's quick to pull his wallet out, looking like that took a lot of energy out of him. Taking the joint from the other before he moves to his pockets looking for a lighter. Groaning as he realizes Dustin had stolen it earlier to do something. God only knows what.

"Fuck- sorry man. Do you have a lighter on you? Henderson stole my lighter to do something. Probably to commit arson for all I know." His voice shakes a bit as he talks. His nerves are shot and just the mention of Dustin was making him nervous. Though he was aware that Eddie knew Dustin. Played DnD with him every week now. Something that had started out this school year. Hellfire was the name he thinks. Shit- that was tonight. He couldn't get high. He had to pick Dustin up in a few hours. "Shit- actually never mind. I have to pick up the little shit from hellfire tonight. I cant smoke right now." He groans.

If he had been a bit more awake he would have found the others expressions amusing. Watching the way he leans back with a gasp. "You trusted the little gremlin with a lighter? Harrington have you met the kid? God let's hope he didn't ask for hairspray." Eddie shakes his head a little, carrying its own amused look. "Though you seriously hang with Dustin Henderson?" He asks. His voice raising at the boys name, in a suspicious tone. As if there was no way that Steve could possibly hang out with the little shit. Though before Steve can fully get a answer out the others flopping back into the leaves. Holding his chest, startling Steve who hops up thinking the other was hurt. Instead the other has a sly grin on his face as he looks up at him. Making a gurgling noise as he lays there, big brown eyes looking at Steve in a shocked look.

"Oh my god, King Steve knows my clubs name- oh!" His voice goes high pitched pretending to be a female. Legs hanging off from the tables bench. "Hm- just you wait until my friends find out. This news will leave them shaking in their pantie hoes." Eddie grins as Steve rolls his eyes snorting a bit. Shaking his head as he moves to sit back in his spot. Distracted by the others antics as he snorts. Staying silent for a second as he watches the other move to sit back up, shaking leaves from his hair as he does.

"Well- kind of hard not to hear about it." He says sweetly before letting the fake smile drop, "when I constantly have three maggots bitching in my ear about how someone killed their npc or whatever you call it off. You know I still haven't forgiven you for the Goblin incident." He confesses. Watching the way the others eyes scrunch up confused before realization hits and he's laughing. Tossing his head back as he shakes his head amused.

"Oh my- and King Steve knows whats happening in my campaigns? Hm- if I didn't know any better you seem to have fallen from your throne Harrington." He says with a sleazy grin. Teasing the other playfully before he adds with a scrunched up face. "Though you are nothing like what I thought you would be." He comments. Moving to take care of the items that were out in the open. Moving to stand up assuming the other had no intentions of buying yet. Not until he tried a sample. Moving his limbs and making effort to pop his back a bit. Groaning as he does.

Steve is tempted to tell the other to shut up, but he knows that would be mean. He knows that he’s just a bit cranky just because he’s tired. Though he does give the other a sassy look over the others comment. “Well how did you think I would be?” He asks tone raising a little from annoyance. But he keeps his cool the best he can. Eddie grins as he gestures his hand at the other. Steve furrows his eyebrows confused as he moves to stand up. Legs beginning to cramp up from the way he was seated.

“Like this, annoyed and thinking you’re better then me just because you have more cash then me.” Eddie comments eyes following the others movement. Steve just shrugs as he chuckles dryly. Not really finding the whole situation amusing.

“Well for what it’s worth I am sorry for coming off like a bitch. I haven’t slept in a couple of days and I just haven’t had the tolerance for people in general. Not even poor Dusty buns.” He jokes towards the end before furrowing his eyebrows as he crosses his arms around his yellow sweater. “And I don’t really think I’m better than you dude.” He adds on a little rushed.

“Though you aren’t anything like I remember you being,” Steve comments. Watching the way the others face pull-up in a grin in response.

“Oh? You remember me?” Eddie says in a tease filled tone. If this wasn’t a customer kind of situation he would probably be what the other thought he was.

“Well yeah? Dude you jumped up on the table almost every day. Most times it was hilarious to watch you get all worked up over such a little thing as basketball. Of all things. I mean, I’m pretty sure the old coach was sleeping around with the cheerleaders and a few students on the side. But yet the guy who loves to share his hatred for jocks has yet to discover the huge scandals,” Steve shakes his head with a scrunched up face. Eddies mirroring his own. “Well anyway, you seemed like a huge dick. I mean not compared to me, I think I still take the cake or crown if you will.” Steve says gently kicking a few rocks awkwardly as he moves to walk down the path he came. Which was the complete opposite of the one Eddie took.

“Well fuck man.” Eddie says gently. “Well did you say anything to anyone about that dude?” He asks a judging look in his face.

Steve shakes his head no, “I didn’t find out until the guy left, that and he was the ticket out of Hawkins for a lot of us so I’m not surprised that not a lot of guys said much.” He says gently.

“What do you mean by ticket out of Hawkins?” Eddie asks face scrunching up as he moves hopping over a few sticks and stones to follow the other.

“Well you know, I don’t have much brains. What I did have has been knocked out. Though coach is who decides who gets sports scholarships to go to college.” He says softly.

“Oh but you don’t have to worry about that don’t you?” He asks frowning seeming just as lost as Steve was as a good day. Steve laughs gently, not in a mean way.

“Dude, I’m graduated and I’m still in Hawkins with only the money I have in my pocket and a huge house that swallows all of my paychecks. I’m pretty sure if I got a scholarship I would be off to college by now.” He laughs gently. Brushing a loose strand of hair away from his eyes.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #what if steve was the one who got vecnaed #eddiemunson #LGBTQ #eddie munson stranger things #jock steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #drug dealer eddie munson #Steve harrington smokes weed

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prettywritesfanfic · 3 months

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Gridiron Guts by PrettyRacing

Summary:

Eddie Munson, lead singer and guitarist for the rock band Corroded Coffin, while horny and irritated, tweets about Steve Harrington. It does not go how Eddie planned. - Eddie retweeted the headline, Steve Harrington Suffers Concussion During Raiders Game, “Meathead Jock suffers brain damage while playing with his balls, in other scintillating news, water is wet.” notable replies include: Mike Wheeler: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS Max Mayfield: I’M IN YOUR WALLS

new fic drop before football season is over.

#steddie #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steddie fanfic #jock steve harrington #rockstar eddie munson #yes steve is number 11 for El even though this is an upside down free AU what of it

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i-am-the-gremlin · 1 year

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Steddie Game Plan AU?

Ok, but like...this film (The Game Plan) but Steddie!

I'm thinking Hockey Player Steve Harrington because I am weak for Hockey players. He got popular pretty quick during his first season and the Party show up to as many games as they can despite still being in their Junior? Sophomore? year of High School.

He's on his second NHL season when either a kid (7/8-yrs) shows up on his doorstep in Indianapolis or some girl he dated drops off a baby and leaves. Cue Steve realising that he has no idea what to do with something this young (he had the Party as 12-15 year olds but at least he could give them back).

Eddie already knows the Party, still lives with his Uncle Wayne and works as a mechanic at a local garage in Hawkins. He also gives Guitar lessons on the side.

I don't know. This has been consuming me for a few days and i'm still fucking around with plot ideas.

#steddie au #steddie #steddie brainrot #steve harrington #steve x eddie #hockey player steve harrington #eddie x steve #jock steve harrington #eddie munson #should i do this?

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devondespresso · 1 year

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the feminine urge to apply my weightlifting knowledge and dark heath buff past to every steddie post i see. one day it'll take over.

(spoiler alert, if you read the tags you'll find that it has, in fact, taken over)

#especially posts about steves body image issues #and that line in season 3 where hes like i can't have ice cream gotta keep up the bod #like!!! i kin that guy!!! he just like me!!! actually!!! fr!!!#also i never say it but ill be a wElL aCTuAllY bitch about minor details in posts where eddie has like a six pack #like obviously he could but sometimes people don't seem to realize how fucking difficult it is to get visible abs #and how fucking unhealthy it can be #i can see steve having abs but in the unhealthy way because of his jock background and the body image issues #but eddie? i firmly believe hes pretty strong from lifting gear like those amps and i could totally see him being pretty agile #hell he stepped up on a lunch table with ease and jumped out of a boat with enough stability to immediately pin steve whos BUFF to the wall #but i also can't see him enjoying working out #its just like any hobby and some people just don't enjoy it and theres literally nothing wrong with that #damn i really should just make an actual post about this instead if hiding in the tags #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington stranger things #buff steve harrington #steve harrington has body image issues #jock steve harrington #are these tags even real? who knows #i kin that guy #devon thinks sometimes

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lunaraindrop · 7 months

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Steddie fic idea:

Someone recorded one or a few of Corroded Coffin's songs and put it on cassette tape. (It could be live show, but the sound would have to be really clear)

In a shuffle, the tape gets played at a party Steve goes to...and he is enamored. He ends up paying the guy who played it $5 for the tape, and the song becomes his favorite.

All Steve has of the song is the one mixed tape. Nobody he talks to knows where the song came from. The record store was no help. (He is, of course, asking all the wrong people)

Steve is also very afraid that he will overplay the tape and break it.

Out of all the Tears for Fears, Abba, Bruce Springsteen, etc out there, *this* is the song that could save him from Vecna...but he doesn't even know what it is really called or who made it.

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How funny is it that Eddie Munson wrote that song about some hot jock that he had a crush on...

#steddie #steddie fic idea #steve harrington #eddie munson #a sweet metal song about a freak loving a jock

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sp0o0kylights · 2 months

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"Valentines Day is a capitalistic scam made to sell chocolate and flowers!" Eddie Munson bellowed, leaping to the top of a cafeteria table not even ten minutes into lunch.

"Do you think he was born like this, or just dropped on his head as a baby?" Heather asked, rolling her eyes as the super senior began waving his arms around, getting way too into his annual “anti-valentines day” rant.

Steve, who'd tuned out the dramatics in favor of trying to figure out how he could ditch school, only heard her because she’d begun running her foot up his leg.

Directly in front of Patrick.

As if half the school didn’t know he planned on asking her out after school.

Long over being a part of these kinds of games, Steve kicked out, forcing Heather’s leg off his.

He did it harder than he intended and immediately winced, as if he hadn’t meant to do it at all. Aimed a sad little look at her, softening his eyes in the way he knew ladies loved while murmuring a quiet "sorry.”

A pudding cup was offered as an additional apology--which Heather, thankfully, accepted.

Crisis averted, Steve used the movement of handing the cup over to get his legs well out of Heather's range. He had other things to think about today, and getting drawn into whatever drama Heather was trying to brew wasn’t on the list.

Particularly given the basketball team as a unit had started snubbing him out.

"Newsflash ladies! Your man isn't taking you to some shitty restaurant because he loves you, he's doing it because he hopes you'll give it to him in your car!" Munson continued, voice growing impossibly louder.

A crude gesture followed, involving hip thrusts and hand jabs.

Several of the cheerleaders shot him disgusted looks as he did it.

"Definitely dropped on his head." Carol said, glaring at Munson as his little group of freaks and geeks cheered him. "More than once."

Steve hummed an agreement, more on automatic than from actually listening. He knew how to look like he was paying attention, even if his head was deep in possible escape plans.

If he dipped at the last minute to the bathroom on the way to fifth period, Tommy wouldn't have time to stop him and he could make a break for his car…

That just left making up a plausible enough excuse as to why thee Steve Harrington, whose single status was the current hot topic of the school, left school early on Valentines Day.

("Candy, sex, the overwhelming affection of all the ladies." Tommy drawled out that morning, practically preening. "Valentine's Day is the best holiday man. Just look at all this!"

He waved a hand at his locker, which was absolutely covered in paper hearts.

"The rally squad put hearts on the lockers of everyone on the basketball team, Tommy." Carol argued, rolling her eyes. "Steve’s is practically buried in them.”

Tommy opened his mouth to respond, no doubt with something else teasing and rude, but Carol’s elbow caught him in the gut first.

“If you keep acting like this you're not getting any sex." She warned.

"Aww baby, don't be like that. You know you're the only one for me." Tommy teased, with a wink that prompted Carol to smack him on the shoulder.

Laughing, he added: "Besides we can't fight or we'll miss our favorite game. Which poor gal thinks this year is the year Steve will take her out on a date!"

Carol allowed Tommy to put an arm over her shoulder, the two of them turning knowing grins on their friend as a singular unit.

Even if Steve hadn’t felt like their friend in a hot minute.

Not in the way he used to.

"I do love watching them stutter through their little confessions.” Carol admitted, like this wasn’t something they’d loved doing since middle school. “I wonder if anyone will ever top Cindy Komer."

Steve almost wasn't fast enough to cover his wince--that particular incident had been painful for him and Cindy.

Steve still had no idea what he'd said to make the then-freshman cry.

He thought he'd been nice about turning her down, but judging by Carol constantly quoting what he'd said, Steve had a feeling he'd accidentally been an asshole again.

Not that anyone ever thought it was accidental.

“Steve? Hel~lo? Are you listening?” Carol said, snapping to get his attention and God did Steve hate that.

Never realized just how much until Nancy but after she’d pointed out that Carol treated him and Tommy both like her dogs, well.

It was hard not to notice--and be a bit resentful.

“God you keep doing this, you’re turning into such a space case.” Carol continued, the edge back in her voice. The same one she’d been using for a while, like Steve was on her last nerve. “Please tell me you’re not still mooning over Nancy fucking Wheeler.”

“No.” He snapped, only to know instantly that was the wrong move, and try to fix it before Carol blew up. “No--I’ve just already had to fend someone off today. Like first thing--I was barely out of my car.”

There, that should keep Carol and Tommy both off his back for being “angry” and it wasn’t even a lie. He really had been asked out earlier, though the girl had been gracious about his rejection.

Of course, this kind of instant redirection came with a price--and in this case, it was being absolutely hounded for more information.

“Oh shit who!? Was it that Buckley girl?” Carol perked up immediately, like a hunting dog scenting prey. “I swear she stares holes in your head, she’s so weird…” )

"This isn't about romance! It's about showing who has the most cash, gets the most sex! It's a pathetic social ritual you're all falling for!” Munson yelled, jolting Steve back into the present. “I bet none of you even enjoy it!”

"Tell that to all the girls Steve’s dated!” One of the younger basketball guys hollered, prompting a wave of laughter from the rest of the cafeteria. “They seem to enjoy it plenty!”

Steve couldn’t see who had said it, and should have felt the normal wave of smug warmth that the team had his back.

Except his team had already proven they didn’t.

Were in fact, siding more and more with Hargrove, just as Tommy was.

They were rapidly approaching a watershed moment. Steve could feel it, the same way he’d always been able to tell when a crowd was about to turn.

He was losing, but was still on top of Hawkins social spaces enough, had caught it early enough, that he could turn everyone’s favor--if he wanted.

Emphasis on ‘if.’

Munson spun to face his table, hair whipping to smack him in the face. The guy had clearly been trying to grow it out, but right now he looked like one of those poodles Carol's mom loved so much.

So said Carol, anyway.

"You sure about that?" Munson challenged, a crazed grin breaking across his face. "Rumor has it King Steve lost his groove ever since Wheeler dumped him!"

Steve grimaced, though he was secretly thankful Munson went with "dumped" instead of "cheated on" (or any of the other vile words Billy had flung around, spreading across the school in the sick, crawling way rumors moved.

Hargrove had been positively brutal about the whole Jonathan and Nancy thing, and the only reason he wasn't here now to spin this whole situation against Steve was because the guy always vanished at lunch.)

Tommy's face morphed into an affronted snarl, hands slapping down on the table. He turned expectantly to Steve, waiting for "The King" to get up and "handle" Munson.

Like Steve even cared about this dumb high school shit anymore.

It took him a moment to realize Steve wasn’t planning on doing anything. Was in fact, going to remain perfectly quiet, other than an eyeroll and half-assed middle finger in Munson’s direction.

Tommy let out a disgusted scoff in his direction and then decided to handle things himself.

(Like that had ever been a good idea.)

“Shut up, Freak. The only game you have is in the prison showers.” He snapped, half rising from the table. “Isn’t that why you keep your hair long? So all the boys will actually fuck you?!”

Whistles and yells lit the air, though Steve didn’t miss how the girls at the table looked taken aback at the sheer vitriol in Tommy’s voice.

Even Carol looked startled, eyes sliding to meet Steve’s as if to confirm she hadn’t just imagined it.

The three of them had always been good at this kind of mindless high school banter, but this over the top, crude shit?

It wasn’t Tommy’s style.

It was Hargrove’s.

(That was its own growing issue.

The way Tommy was gravitating towards Billy.

How Carol kept expecting Steve to act like he used to.

That she blamed his “outbursts” on Nancy, snidely mentioning that Steve had better have learned his lesson about “changing his personality for pussy.”

Even now Steve knew they were only defending him because Munson was the one saying it.)

“I didn’t realize Harrington still had his attack dog!”

Munson put a hand against his heart as though injured, staggering dramatically backwards.

“I thought you were too busy putting your tongue up Hargrove’s ass to bark at people!”

Tommy immediately fired back, letting loose an uninspired string of curse words and something about Eddie being queer again. Steve didn’t hear the specifics--didn’t care to hear it, even as things started to spiral out of control.

All he wanted to do was go home.

Ideally before Billy got back from lunch and decided to make a spectacle himself, because Steve could feel that coming just as he could everything else.

He was running out of time to come up with an excuse to get out of here without making a production out of it, and Munson wasn’t someone he wanted to piss off today, given he’d half hoped to buy weed off the guy before he ditched.

…Which was looking more and more unlikely given Tommy had just screeched some insult that had put Munson’s sights back on Steve.

“You sure? Cause Harrington looks like he’s just gonna sit there and take it, just like he takes everything Hargrove and Wheeler and anyone else throws at him.”

He leered, leaning forward as if to see into Steve’s very soul.

“I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but our beloved King here hasn’t exactly been defending his crown. If anything, he’s abandoned it.”

The world stopped.

This was the first time someone actually called him out on the fact that he often let whatever crap Billy spewed go. That Nancy and him had a few awkward encounters publicly, with at least one of them starting a rumor that she’d told Steve to fuck off.

(She hadn’t of course, but Carol had stopped running damage control, and Steve was feeling the effects of her ire.)

Silence echoed, and Steve realized with a dawning sort of horror, that Munson was waiting for a response from him.

Just as the entire cafeteria was.

The catalyst was here, brought on early by one Edward Munson.

With a startling amount of clarity, Steve realized he was done.

With his so called friends, with the girls who’d tried corning him all morning, with Hargrove and just--everything.

He was over it.

If Billy wanted the crown so bad he could fucking have it.

(If Tommy wanted to pretend he was tougher than he was by mimicking the dick, then he could have that too.)

“This is stupid.” Steve announced, dropping the masks he so carefully wore. The ones he kept having to fix, because the Upside Down and its related demons (human and non) kept taking chunks out of it.

He stood, feeling the weight of the room press down on him as he faced them all down.

“Yeah--!” Tommy started to pile on, seeming to think Steve was about to unleash hell, and got the surprise of a lifetime when Steve turned and jammed a finger in his face.

“Shut up.” He snapped.

Knew instantly he only got away with it by the fact that he’d caught everyone off guard.

King Steve did a lot of things, but he rarely blew up.

“This is stupid.” He reiterated, voice booming across the lunch room, “ You wanna fight? Fine, but leave me out of it.”

“The King doesn’t want to play? Why I never thought we’d see the day!” Munson clucked his tongue, and without missing a beat Steve turned to him.

“For someone who is always screaming about nonconformity, you sure are happy to attack anyone who doesn’t do what you want.”

Steve’s voice was loud, but he wasn’t screaming. Wasn’t yelling or throwing his arms around.

He didn’t need to. Had never needed to.

“I heard you going off on that guy whose lunch you're standing on yesterday, because he wanted to watch the Colts play.” Steve continued, voice cold. “Half of your friends are terrified of you, because you’ll scream at them just like you accuse us of doing--and let’s be real here, Munson, you do it more.”

In a dramatic move that absolutely, 100% came from Dustin and his theatrics, Steve shrugged his letterman jacket off and bunched it into a ball.

“You might as well crown yourself King, because you’re the exact same as the rest of us. Here--you can start with this.”

Cocking back an arm, Steve let the jacket fly. Watched with everyone else as it landed neatly right at Eddie’s feet.

Shell shocked, Munson’s eyes drifted from Steve down to the letterman jacket and back. They were massive, those stupid eyes of his, but at least it meant Steve could see the realization wash over the guy in real time.

Steve should have felt smug about it. His past self would have.

Presently?

He just felt tired.

“You’re welcome to jam it up your ass.” He finished, before giving his own sarcastic half bow to the room.

The cafeteria was dead silent. Not a fork was scraped, or a loud piece of chip chewed. All eyes were on Steve, some waiting to see if Eddie would let him have the last word, others just shocked to see Steve lose his shit in front of them.

Idiot he was, he tried to rally anyway.

Even Tommy, who’d partly stood up, hands pressed against the lunch table looked shocked.

“What the fuck Steve!?” He sputtered, and it wasn’t long before half the basketball team was muttering similar remarks.

They were ignored.

Whispers ripped across the room when Steve turned on his heel, striding towards the exit and making it clear things were over, but Tommy didn’t give up.

“Fuck you Harrington!” He hurled at his back, Carol now standing and placing a restraining hand on his arm. “You’re not fucking better than any of us!”

Steve didn’t even look back.

"That's my point Tommy." Steve said, loud enough to be heard. "No one is better than anyone else. You lot are all just buying into your own bullshit.”

Then he was slamming through the doors, and out into the sunlight.

xXx

He didn’t want to go home.

Not anymore, which was ironic in a way that made Steve’s face screw up in a grimace.

Here he’d been dying to go to his stupid house all day, and now, after losing his shit and undoubtedly, the last of his social standing, he just didn’t feel like being by himself.

All alone, in a house too big for him, full of nothing but dark corners and a phone that never rang.

So instead, he wandered, reminiscing on how Valentine's Day used to be his favorite day of the year.

Steve loved the gesture of it all--the romance, the wooing. The butterflies floating in one's stomach, mixing with fear of rejection and a burning kind of hope towards starting something new.

Of course, Steve also had always had a girl in mind, when he celebrated. Now, after Nancy…

He did not.

It felt weird to go to Skull Rock--the place he himself had made into Hawkins hottest makeout spots. Likewise all the local restaurants were off limits--too many adults knew how much he loved the holiday.

Steve didn’t want to face that. The expectations, the knowing winks that would slide into uncomfortable frowns. Any possible advice given wouldn’t be appreciated, and the last thing Steve wanted was to get the “everyone has an off season, son” speech.

So he’d stayed away from his usual haunts. Explored some storefronts instead, the Beamer parked in front of Family Video as he wandered.

Had an entirely too peaceful two hours, which of course, meant he had to bump into someone.

At least, Steve thought dully, whole body tensing in preparation, it was Munson.

Not Hargrove, or Tommy, or hell--the children, demanding he help them fight some other fucked up creature the government had accidentally summoned.

“Hey Harrington.” Munson said, and it took a moment for Steve to realize the guy was embarrassed. “I uh, I need to talk to you.”

Steve just stared at him.

“If you couldn’t tell from earlier,” He warned, “I’m a little done talking for today.”

Or any day, for the foreseeable future.

“Yeah no--I, I got that. I--okay.” Eddie stopped rocking on his heels, before giving his entire body a shake, like the guys sometimes did while prepping for a game. “Hear me out, and then you can deck me or leave or whatever makes you feel better.”

“I’m not going to deck you.” Steve said, exasperated and frazzled and not wanting to do this whole song and dance a second time.

Not that it mattered, because Munson had already launched right into whatever it was he needed to say.

“There’s this book right? My Uncle got it for me. It’s a fantasy book all about this big battle and there’s these wizards in it, and--” He stopped himself, shaking out his hands.

Like he realized he was rambling and needed the movement to get himself back on track.

“I always--I guess I saw myself as a Gandalf kinda guy? Like I was this shepherd herding these lost sheep. A person who intimately knew all the dark forces of the world and could be a shield for them. Do not pass and all that.”

He chuckled, but it was weak, and he killed it almost immediately.

“...Okay?” Steve said, knowing he was supposed to say something here, even if he had no idea what.

Maybe something about how Gandalf the Grey wasn’t exactly a shepard given he’d led the hobbits straight into Mordor, but saying that meant admitting Steve knew what Lord of the Rings was, which wasn’t a conversation he felt like getting into.

Particularly not because he’d only read the damn things after losing a bet to Dustin and Mike both.

Munson nodded, as if acknowledgement was all he needed.

“I thought that’s what I was doing. I wasn’t and I didn’t realize I wasn’t until you pointed it out. You shouldn’t have had to point it out. You shouldn’t have had to say any of what you did.” He rushed to add, oddly sincere.

"Is this…" Steve might be confused but catching on, an uptick at the corners of his mouth as the tiniest spark of amusement leaked through. "an apology? Are you trying to apologize right now?"

Eddie groaned, flinging his head back. "No!”

Then immediately;

“Actually yes, but--”

Which caught Steve off guard enough that he laughed, and had to hide it with a cough.

“I am sorry, man. I shouldn’t have said that shit about you, especially not about you and Wheeler. It's more than that though.” Munson swallowed, before squaring his shoulders. “It’s that you were right."

“I was right?” Steve repeated dumbly, because fuck, he couldn’t believe it either.

Not that Munson heard him. Eddie always had been hard to stop once he started, and Steve had been in enough classes with the guy to know the train had left the station.

"I did yell at Jeff because he wanted to watch that stupid football game.” He began, and Steve got a front row seat to watch as one Eddie Munson word vomited his way through a myriad of emotions.

“I fuckin’ lost it on Grant because he missed band practice to drive his sister to some thing. Gareth looked like I was going to hit him when I asked if I had really been that bad--same exact look he gave Hagan and those other assholes that cornered him in the bathroom two weeks ago!”

“Tommy did what?”

Steve was promptly ignored.

(Or more likely, Eddie simply didn’t hear him, too lost in his own voice to realize Steve had said something.)

There were a lot of mentions of the Gandalf guy. Where Eddie thought he’d gone wrong, and even something about a glowing eye thing that had Steve a little concerned until he realized Munson was talking about Sauron (and also made Steve realize that he’d been pronouncing Sauron in his head wrong, oops.)

“I called up this friend of mine who graduated. She’s always been no nonsense, so I asked her for her advice.” Munson said, finally seeming to slow down a little. “She told me I might as well eat my own doctrine because I sure wasn’t living by it, and that if I wanted to fix it then I should start by apologizing. To everyone but--to you, first.”

Eddie took a step back, winging out his hands as if to present himself.

“So here I am. Apologizing.”

A pause wherein neither of them did a thing, which caused him to awkwardly add; “To uh, you. Harrington.”

“Yeah I got that.” Steve said, because what else was he supposed to do here? “Good for you? I guess?”

“Most people either forgive a guy or tell him to fuck off.” Munson pouted, and mimicked like he was kicking at a rock.

It made Steve want to laugh again, though he shoved the urge down.

“Someone once told me,” He said instead, speaking slowly to make damn sure he didn’t let slip this piece of advice came from a middle schooler. “that apologies without actions don’t really mean anything. They’re a start--they let people know you’re aware you screwed up, but no one’s going to trust you if you don’t follow through. So I can forgive you, but I think you’re better off doing this with one of your friends.”

Someone who would hug it out, or at least tell Eddie how he could be better, at least.

Rather than argue, Munson just titled his head back, eyes to the sky. Like he was really thinking on the words, before giving a sort of accepting sounding noise.

“Trying too.” Steve admitted with a sigh.

“That’s what you’ve been doing, isn’t it?” He asked, head coming back down so he could stare at Steve.

“The thing in the cafeteria was a good start.”

“Yeah?”

Eddie grinned.

“Yeah. Don’t think Hagan’s gonna see it the same way though.”

“We were falling out anyway.” Steve admitted, and hated how easy it was to say.

That they really were just going through the motions of friendship. Had been, ever since Jonathan had punched Steve in the face.

“Think you lost more than just him as a friend, to be honest.”

“Pro tip about the actions thing, Munson?” Steve said with a snort, once again unsure of where this conversation was going, “Nice people don’t typically point out when someone’s turned into a social pariah.”

“No, I get that. Say,” Eddie’s grin had grown, which Steve would have taken poorly except he invaded Steve’s space with a goofy little hop. “I think you might be in need of some new ones!”

“New…friends?” Steve hesitated, very unsure of what was happening.

Munson promptly stuck his hand out. “Yup! So--hello, my name is Eddie Munson, and I am here to apply for the position as your friend!”

Steve snorted, but the harshness of it was taken away by the grin on his face.

He took Eddie’s hand, noting how doing so made the older teen’s smile widen.

“Nice to meet you Eddie, I’m Steve.”

Excited, Eddie waived their arms up and down, with far more enthusiasm than the gesture required.

“How about we cement our new friendship by renting a truly terrible horror movie and drowning our woes with my other good friend, Mary Jane?”

Then he waggled his eyebrows, like that was something scandalous.

“Tempting me along with weed, huh?” Steve mused back, sticking his hands in his pockets once Eddie let him go. “Guess you’re a little like Gandalf the Gray after all. Just don’t send me on any missions.”

“Steve Harrington.” Eddie gaped, pure delight spreading across his face. “Have you read Lord of the Rings!?”

He got a shrug and a sly; “Maybe.” in response.

It was worth the barrage of questions, even if the rapid fire pace of them nearly gave Steve a headache.

(Just as it was worth it several months later, when Steve was comfortable enough to instigate wrestling matches with Eddie over the dumbest of things.

One particularly semi-drunk tussle over the remote led to an interesting discovery when Eddie popped a boner, and then frantically tried to escape when it brushed against Steve’s leg.

Instead of panicking--or letting Eddie bolt in his panic, Steve just dropped his whole weight down, effectively pinning the slimmer man to the floor.

“Steve.”

Eddie said it so quietly he almost didn’t hear it, the word filled with desperation.

The kind of tone someone whispered a prayer in, a sort of pleading that Eddie did better with his eyes than his voice. Or would have, given his own were firmly scrunched closed the second he realized he’d been caught out.

Except--

“Not right now I’m thinking.” Steve told him absently.

Which he was. Speed thinking even, if that was a thing.

Because if two plus two equaled four (which it did) then feeling the exact same, fluttering excitement about Eddie’s boner as Steve had Nancy’s breasts, equaled…

“The fuck? Steve--”

Steve shushed him.

That pulled a frustrated, embarrassed groan from Eddie that went directly to Steve’s own dick, not that it needed much help waking up.

“I think I’m having one of those crisis’s Robin is always accusing the basketball team of having.” Steve informed Eddie dutifully, the dots done connecting.

Eddie, still refusing to open his eyes, snorted.

“Whatever man. Can you at least be decent and hurry up with the beating? This is embarrassing enough.”

“I’m not going to beat you up.” Steve said, thankful that his brain managed not to add some shitty comment about the entire town being awash in rumors of Eddie’s sexuality. That he’d confirmed it here wasn’t exactly a surprise.

“I’m going to try something. If you don’t like it, let me know.” Streve added, before screwing up his courage and leaning down.

That of course, got Eddie to open his eyes.

“Wha--” He managed, before Steve’s lips were on his.

For one single, blissful moment, Eddie Munson’s mouth was too busy to talk.

“Yeah?” Eddie said, voice wrecked, and oh, Steve liked that.

“Huh.” Steve muttered, when they broke for air. “Well that’s new.”

Liked the way Eddie looked at him more, hesitant, but with heat in his gaze.

Steve had always been good about knowing what to do with heat.

He leaned back down, pecking lightly at Eddie’s lips, and was delighted to find Eddie not only let him, but kissed back.

“Not bad, Munson, but I think I could give you a few pointers.” Steve muttered, nose ghosting alongside Eddie’s. “Let me show you…”

One boyfriend, several weeks, and another interdimensional monster later, Steve found himself socked in the arm by none other than his coworker, Robin Buckley.

In her defense, she’d confessed her love for Tammy Thompson, still somewhat drugged on the Starcourt bathroom floor, only for Steve to tease her that at least his boyfriend could actually sing.

“God you and Eddie Munson.” She muttered after, smile on her face. “How did that happen?”

Steve knocked his shoe into hers, returning the grin unabashedly.

“So remember last Valentines Day?” Steve started, all too eager to finally tell someone who understood about the best thing to ever happen to him.

Robin of course, would soon also be ranked in that same chart, but Eddie didn’t need to know that. )

#DADDYS BACK #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #pre steddie to steddie #0o0 fanfics #be gentle with me I JUST got my computer back lmao #this was a warmup I finished out #Ive been writing at work on my lunches #yes I have been working on adopt a jock #and the third part of the holiday hellfire fic #I think I stared at that steddisy one once #maybe #IDK this whole ass month has been a blurr

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kitchen-spoon · 18 days

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Thinking about rockstar Eddie going to a fancy ass gym with like a sauna and pool and shit. He only goes for the yoga class. Because that hour long class with the meditative music and blankets and warm sunlight coming through big windows is the only time he can sleep since coming back from tour. He feels too itchy in his own home, can’t get comfortable or settled and everything just feels off.

Also thinking about Steve who works at the gym as a custodian. He wants to teach classes there, but they didn’t have anything available so he’s biding his time because the pay is good enough. He always sees Eddie asleep in the room after the class is over. And he always gives him an extra 15 minutes before going in and opening the door Intentionally loud enough to wake him up so he can clean.

He doesn’t know who Eddie is, but he looks so peaceful asleep in the sunlight that Steve can’t help it.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things ships #steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things one shot #famous eddie munson #corroded coffin #eddie munson has peircings and tattoos #rock star eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson #jock steve harrington #gay eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #meet cute

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hawkinsbnbg · 2 months

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Rock star Eddie, despite having exclaimed to dislike jocks, ended up head over ass for Steve Harrington—Hawkins' golden boy aka the very first jock Eddie was friends with.

"So how does karma taste?" Robin asked him several years later when they were lounging in his backyard.

Watching Steve laughing with their golden retriever on top of him, Eddie sighed dreamily.

"The sweetest."

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie was a changed man when he saw steve #eddie is a simp for his husband #eddie: i hate jocks #steve: hi :)#eddie: omg the joke is on ME #sionewrites

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theteapotofdoom · 2 years

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I think that what makes Steve and Eddie’s dynamic so immediately iconic and delightful, is that they have nothing in common except Dustin.

Like, we see them trying to bond a few times, and they are STRUGGLING because they have absolutely no common interest. Whenever they talk, we get gems like Eddie quoting the lord of the rings or mentioning Ozzy to a very confused Steve. They both think that the other is cool but they can’t SAY IT because they basically speak two different languages. It’s a nerd/goth and jock/prep desperately attempting communication, it’s awkwardly wholesome in the best way.

But THEN as soon as it’s about DUSTIN, these two just fucking click and shift full soulmates mode. Dustin does something a little weird or vaguely annoying, and suddenly Steve and Eddie get possessed by an old married couple that has been together for 35 years but also divorced 7 times and keep getting back together to raise their son. Dustin will just breathe, and suddenly Steve "the king" Harrington and Eddie "the freak" Munson are fucking drift compatible out nowhere like "this kid needs to keep his ego in check" "IT’S HIS TONE RIGHT???" or "Henderson you are a butthead" "oh I conclure" or even "Henderson is not possessed is he?" "Oh no he is just deranged"

Whether it’s platonic or romantic, otp or brotp, it’s just think that it’s objectively the most hilarious concept of all time and I want to see more of it in Volume 2 and season 5.

#Dustin is so chaotic that he created a bridge between the nerd/goth and prep/jock community god bless #yes hello we barely know each other and have no common interest but we are raising a child together #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #steddie

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thegoblinboy · 1 year

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“For your Modesty”

Description; King Steve meets Eddie “the freak” Munson under the bleachers where he ends up throwing his letterman at the other for and I quote “his modesty”

Clicking of rings and teeth were the only things heard underneath the empty bleachers, with the acceptation of a random creak coming from above. The wind was getting so bad Eddie nearly chewed his cigarette in half when he made a attempt at passing the time with smoking. Of course the boys try’s to stay warm and dry while he waits for whoever wanted to meet him there. This was something new for him, he was used to discreet transactions when it came to his deals, that’s how he liked them but normally he knew what the other person looked like. This whole situation was making him a bit nervous, it came with the job of course but it doesn’t mean he could control his anxiety. Rubbing his fingers together, the rings on the opposite fingers begin to click together as he starts to hop up and down on his heels. The cold was just going straight through his black T-shirt and vest.

The day had started off warm so he didn’t think he would need to wear a jacket. God was he wrong. Now as it was sprinkling and windy out the male was starting become tempted to just stand this customer up. Not like he knew who they were, and if they really wanted his stuff they would leave another note in his locker. If not then he was losing a customer that never existed to begin with. Quickly coming to the conclusion that he didn’t care that much, he moves to start walking away. He doesn’t get far though as he hears rushed footsteps coming from behind him. Specifically the squishing noise of the mud that was pretty loud.

“Hey Munson!” The voice is familiar. He hears it all the time in the cafeteria and in gym. Turning and nearly sliding in mud he sees Steve Harrington right in front of him. He looks exhausted and his hair is a little messy. But the king was very much standing in front of him, probably rushing from swim practice or some stupid sport like that. Eddie can’t help but scrunch his nose up at the thought of sports. Shaking his curls around he tries to be seem annoyed by waiting, but the note did say he might be a few minutes. Though there was no way Steve Harrington was the one that snuck the paper in his locker.

Though the more the metal head looked at the guy in front of him he quickly comes to a conclusion. He would never admit it but he kind of preferred the messy style over the stiff hair on the jock. This style made him look more human then anything. Though as the realization that this was his customer dawns on him, the whole situation started to make sense. The quickly scribbled note left in his locker that did have a few spelling errors. Though Eddie couldn’t judge for that, as much as he wanted to. Even now that he knew a dumb jock was the one that wrote it. All of these thoughts flash through his brain as he try’s to gather himself from the shock. Tempted to become more dramatic about it, he quickly decides not to. Just wanting this deal to get done and over with so he could leave and warm up. So he begins trying to look tougher, but his shaking body was contradicting him.

“Hm- didn’t realize I would have such a Royal meeting me today. If I had known I would have brought a blanket and placed it on the ground so you didn’t step in mud my kind sir.” Eddie puts a fake accent up. His lips move in a mocking way as he begins to start bowing down in front of the other. The light shimmering off his rings on each hand that moves out in front of him. Steve snorts a little, obviously amused by the other shaking his head. Well this was new. Most jocks would sneer and tell him to shut up, the small attention of that was normally enough for him. Though he quickly watches Steves reaction, skeptical about whether or not he was ducking with him. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to come to the conclusion the other looked a little confused. Though his eyes watch the other pull out his wallet smoothly, with slightly shaky hands that were definitely not because of the cold.

“If I had known I was dealing with such a jester I would have brought more money to buy your time also.” He jokes back playfully. Trying to ease the tension between his shoulders as he talks to the other. His remark, whether he realizes it or not come off flirtatious and Eddie’s stunned into silence once again. He raises his eyebrow looking up at the other with curiosity. Tilting his head to the side as he try’s to read the other properly. He doesn’t fully understand why Golden boy Steve Harrington was coming to him in the first place. Though he doesn’t think to much about it as he feels Goosebumps starting to form up his arms,in response he tries to keep moving to keep warm. His battle vest wasn’t doing much to keep him warm either, go figure.

Silence takes over for a second before Steve’s hesitantly moving closer. Pulling out a few twenties. Though he looks a bit nervous as his hands shake. There was something wrong and Eddie wasn’t sure what. He was tempted to just tell the other to keep his money and just relax. “Well I don’t have my stuff on me right now, it’s at my trailer. So don’t worry about the money right now. I don’t typically bring my shit to school unless I know I have a deal.” Eddie chuckles softly as he starts to rub his hands together. He watches Steve’s stance soften up but he look’s disappointed.

“I- I don’t want to come off fucking desperate but is there anyway I could get something off from you tonight so I can sleep?” Steve asks shakily. Like the thought of going to bed without weed scared him more then anything else in the world. Eddie can’t help but hesitate as he moves a little closer. He can’t help but wonder if the other was doing something stronger or if he had smoked something laced.

“Um- yeah? Sure, though you do look fucked up dude. Do you think it’s a good idea to smoke with whatever else you’re on?” Eddie furrows his eyes a little as he watches the other look confused for a second before he’s awkwardly laughing.

“I’m not on anything else,” he says amused. “Well that’s a lie, but I already talked to my doctor and they were the one to recommend I pick up smoking off the record.” He chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair. His jacket raising up his hip. He was trying not to get personal but it was difficult. The other was asking questions and Steve has been bottling a lot in lately. Though he watches the metalhead relax a bit. Before snorting.

“Wow, you must be fucked up to be told by a doctor to pick up smoking.” Eddie shakes his head amused before he moves pulling out a pen and using the note the other had given him earlier. Writing his address and handing to the other. Moving a bit to close as he grins. His curls brushing the others face a little bit. Steve could literally hear the other shivering from the could, and he looked like he was going to turn purple. “There’s my address, show up anytime after six tonight. I should be there.” Eddie grins. He moves pulling back to turn to head to his bike. His van had once again broken down on him. Steve knew this also as he snorts, pulling his jacket off.

“Dude.” He chuckles watching the other turn back to look at him. He throws the coat straight at him. The jacket was pretty warm up. Now Steve only wore a tight polo revealing a few of the cuts and bruises he had. Eddie catches it, nearly dropping it in the mud at his feet. Looking confused before Steve shakes his head waving his hand a bit as he turns around. “For your modesty, you’re shaking like a fucking leaf. Should keep you warm until you get back home, I’ll pick it up tonight.” He says loudly before he’s ducking under the bleachers disappearing before his new drug dealer could stop him.

Note; I’m currently sick so if something doesn’t make sense let me know! Though I think I might do a second part to this when I feel like it (:

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prettywritesfanfic · 3 months

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Gridiron Guts - Chapter Two

Gridiron Guts by PrettyRacing

Chapter Two Up Now!

Bored at a Hockey Bowl party this weekend? read this instead!

#steddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x eddie munson #pretty writes fanfic #gridiron guts fanfic #jock steve harrington #rockstar eddie munson #yes hockey bowl is from the posh spice commercial that somehow advertises grubhububereats or whatever

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mcdynamite · 1 year

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When everything settles down after Vecnapocalypse, Steve gets a call from the athletic director at Hawkins High School, and a day later, he accepts a part-time position as the assistant coach of the Hawkins High varsity basketball team.

Lucas is obviously stoked, and the other kids concede (after a few minutes of bemoaning Steve's return to the Dark Side) that it's a perfect job for him. Robin screeches with delight, and Nancy tells him she's proud of him, and Jonathan thumps him on the back with a quiet, "Congrats, man," and Eddie?

Well, Eddie just rolls his eyes and makes a joke about the Return of the King that goes right over Steve's head (but has the kids and, wouldn't ya know it, Nancy, grinning) and doesn't say much else.

It's probably stupid, but Eddie has actually (horrifyingly) grown to like hanging out with Steve. Sure, he knows next to nothing about D&D or Lord of the Rings or metal music, but that doesn't seem to matter all that much. He still listens to Eddie rant about all of those aforementioned interests and does his best to understand, even if he doesn't particularly care about the content of Eddie's latest campaign. He lets Eddie play Dio and Metallica and Black Sabbath for him, and even though Eddie can tell he's not really into most of their music, at the end of his "Musication" he gives Eddie a list of the songs he actually liked, so they have some stuff to listen to when they hang out that won't make one of them want to puncture their own eardrums.

He even looks genuinely apologetic (and, dare Eddie say, disappointed?) when he tells Eddie that it's not that he doesn't want to read Lord of the Rings. It's just that he can't, because reading is really fucking hard when the letters won't stop jumping all over the damn place.

The point is: Eddie likes Steve. He likes Steve's sarcastic quips and his attentiveness, and his hilarious but well-meaning and frighteningly successful mothering of the teenagers they apparently co-parent. Eddie likes Steve, and he likes being his friend, and he's afraid that this stupid Assistant Coach job will end up dragging Steve headfirst back into his King Steve days, and Steve will forget all about being friends with Eddie "The Freak" Munson.

It's so, so stupid, because while Eddie likes Steve, he also knows Steve, and he knows that Steve isn't the guy who used to hang around the Tommy Hagans of the world anymore. But the fear is there, and it's still there by the time the school year starts and Steve starts getting busy "prepping" for his new job, which... what? The basketball season doesn't start until January, so what the hell kind of prep would Steve be starting in August?

Eddie wonders, but he doesn't ask. He just anxiously waits to see if Steve will eventually decide to ditch him, and he continues to be quietly delighted when Steve always, always makes time for the two of them to hang out.

The thought of Steve going back into jock-mode still makes him kinda sick, but he'll never tell Steve that. Steve is way too excited for the start of the basketball season, and Eddie is gonna support him the same way Steve supports Eddie at his Corroded Coffin concerts: with begrudging interest and genuine pride, so help him God.

It goes on like this until one day, Eddie's begrudging interest suddenly becomes a little more genuine, when he accidentally stumbles upon what Steve meant for the last three months whenever he said he was "prepping for the season."

He's got plans to hang out with Steve that afternoon, pulling up in his van fifteen minutes late because time management has never been one of his strong suits. Only, when he gets to Casa Harrington, he notices something strange. The garage is open.

The thing is, Steve always parks the Beemer in the driveway. He never uses the garage. Actually, Eddie didn't even realize Steve had a garage at all, until now, but he hears some clanging coming from inside and goes to investigate. He walks past the Beemer (parked in the driveway where it always is) and peers inside, expecting to maybe find Steve... repairing something? Reorganizing? Honestly, he has no clue what he thinks he'll find in there.

What he definitely doesn't expect to find is Steve Harrington in the middle of what appears to be a pretty fucking intense workout – hair and tank top damp with sweat, wearing frankly indecently short shorts, and breathing steadily as he does fucking pull-ups on the bar in his garage, which has apparently been converted into a whole goddamn home gym.

Eddie stops in his tracks and stares, affording himself a moment or two to have a teeny, tiny (enormous) crisis over it.

Steve hasn't noticed him yet, and Eddie can't tear his stupid eyes away from the way Steve's arms tremble from the exertion as he pulls himself up, face pinched into a concentrated frown. Eddie can see him gritting his teeth, can see the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining a little bit. Even worse, every time Steve lowers himself down, his stupid tank top rides up just enough to expose the (not at all soft, apparently) plains of his stomach, glistening with sweat, and God, Eddie wants to lick Steve fucking Harrington's abs like a-

Oh, no.

Oh, fuck no.

Oh, Jesus H. Christ, fucking shit, NO.

Listen... It's not like Eddie hasn't already known for years that he's gay. He's been fully aware of that since middle school. It's the reason his dad kicked him out and sent him to live with Wayne, for fuck's sake. It's just that Eddie has put a lot of effort into pretending his thoughts about Steve Harrington were totally, completely, 100% platonic up until this point, and now he can feel all of that hard work going down the metaphorical drain.

He stands there, stock still with his jaw hinged open, and stares while his brain melts out of his ears and his thoughts begin to race. God, those fucking arms. Eddie's not weak, but he's definitely weaker than Steve, which means Steve could definitely pin Eddie down if he wanted to. In a bed. Against the wall. On the hood of a car. Fuck, on the goddamn floor – Eddie's not picky! All he knows is that he wants Steve to leave the workout for later so Eddie can lick the sweat off of him, which... gross. But also hot. But also-

"Eddie?"

Oh, fuck. How does one talk to the sun?

Steve has noticed him standing there, obviously, which sort of makes Eddie wonder how long he's been staring. Time stopped in Eddie's world the moment a sweaty Steve Harrington entered his field of vision, so he truly has no idea how bad his staring got.

Christ, this is going to be so bad.

So, so bad.

"Eds?" Steve says, his face pinching into a frown. "You okay?"

Oh my god, you moron, say something! Eddie's brain screams at him.

"What?" Smooth. "Uh, yeah! Totally fine. Just, y'know, like, lost in thought, or whatever. Plotting my next demonic attempt at world domination. The usual."

Steve looks at him like he's grown a second head, which... is fair. But Eddie's fumbling attempt at speech is at least embarrassing enough to take precedence over the cacophonous sound of whatever Ode to Abs his mind was attempting to compose, and Eddie feels like he can think a little more clearly.

"Ah, fuck," Eddie mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighs and looks at Steve apologetically. "I'm sorry, dude. I swear I'm fine. It's just been a weird day."

Steve cocks his head to the side like a particularly inquisitive puppy, and oh God, it's adorable. Eddie loathes how adorable it is. "Good weird?" Steve asks. "Or bad weird?"

Eddie ponders his answer for a moment, then replies with, "Weird weird."

That's enough to startle a laugh out of Steve, who shakes his head and wraps a towel around his neck. "Fair enough, man. Sorry about all of this, by the way." He gestures vaguely towards the home gym in his garage and shrugs sheepishly. "I was gonna be done before you got here but I sorta... lost track of time, I guess." He's got an unreadable look on his stupidly beautiful face, and Eddie doesn't like that at all. He doesn't like that one bit.

But he decides not to overthink it and brushes Steve's apology off with a wave of his hand. "It's whatever, dude. Might wanna shower, though." The ‘otherwise I might take it upon my gay little self to lick you clean’ is left blessedly unsaid.

Steve laughs again, and just like that, things start to feel a bit less earth-shattering. They banter for a bit longer, then Steve really does go to take a quick shower, and they spend the rest of the night lying on the floor of Steve's living room, listening to the metal mix tape they made together and bitching about their brood of teenagers.

Weirdly, though, after that day, Steve seems to be working out a lot more frequently. As in almost every single time he and Eddie have plans. Day after day, Eddie is treated to the sight of Steve Harrington looking like a goddamn Greek god, and day after day, Steve catches his eye and smiles before abandoning his equipment and acting like Eddie's world hasn't been completely turned on its head.

It's starting to drive him kind of insane, honestly, and his pining has gotten so bad that even Gareth and Jeff know.

"He's just so pretty!" Eddie whines for what feels like the thousandth time.

His band mates simply exchange a long-suffering look and let him ramble.

It all comes to a head in November, just before Thanksgiving, when Eddie shows up and once again finds Steve finishing a workout. Just like always, Steve shoots him a good-natured grin and greets him before heading inside for a quick shower, and just like always, Eddie waits downstairs.

NOT like always, however, this time Steve comes jogging down the stairs with wet hair, wearing a pair of joggers and... absolutely nothing else.

It's been a long time since Eddie last saw Steve without a shirt on (since the day at Lover's Lake when they found watergate, to be precise), and suddenly Eddie is remembering why he'd immediately pulled out a cigarette to calm down that day. Only this time it's even worse, because Steve has really been putting effort into these workouts, and it shows.

His chest is toned and covered in coarse hair that Eddie kind of wants to tug on, just to see what sort of sounds Steve would make if he did. He's got the makings of an honest-to-God six pack just barely visible on his abdomen, partially obscured by scars Eddie recognizes from looking at his own in the mirror. Steve's are slightly smaller and not as deep, but they clearly came from the same sets of tiny jaws, and Eddie finds them weirdly comforting, these matching scars that they share. Steve's look pale in contrast against his skin, and God, Eddie just wants to kiss them. He wants to worship them and every other inch of the man who bears them.

The man who definitely just said something Eddie didn't hear because he was too busy trying not to pass out from mere proximity to something so beautiful.

"Sorry, what?" Eddie asks, shaking his head violently in an attempt to dispel his traitorous thoughts.

Steve smirks, but Eddie can see the soft fondness in his eyes when he cocks his head to the side and repeats the words Eddie missed the first time. "I asked if you see something you like, Munson," Steve teases, one hand carding wet hair out of his face, and Eddie just blinks at him.

Play it off, play it off, play it off, his brain supplies helpfully. He can totally play this off. Dudes stare at their friends’ chests all the time, right?

"What?" he practically squeaks. "I- well... no, wait, um... ah, fuck."

So much for plausible deniability.

He's just beginning to feel vaguely panicky when Steve seems to catch on, and he's right in front of Eddie in an instant, concerned, hazel eyes gazing down at Eddie's grimacing face.

"Hey," Steve says, reaching out like he wants to touch Eddie but thinks better of it. "It's okay, man. You're okay. I'm just messing with you."

The impact of his words is instant, and Eddie can feel his face heating up. Of course Steve was joking. God, Eddie is such an idiot.

"Right," Eddie says, voice strained. He rubs his face with both hands, shaking his head lightly. "Duh. Obviously you were teasing." His voice sounds strange even to his own ears, and he's got a weird feeling of anticipation in his stomach that tells him that he's already shown too many of his cards.

"I mean, yeah..." Steve says, seeming nervous for the first time since Eddie got here. His hands flit from the back of his neck to his hair to his waist, like he doesn't know what to do with them. "Teasing is, like, flirting 101, so..."

Eddie freezes.

"Oh my God, wait..." he says slowly, finally daring to meet Steve's confused eyes. "Flirting?"

Steve looks utterly perplexed now, and he does that thing where he cocks his head to the side in confusion.

It's still adorable. Fuck, why is it so adorable?

"Um... yes?" He studies Eddie, seems to register the shock on his face, and then matches it with shock of his own. "Wait, you didn't know? I thought you knew!"

"I most certainly did not!" Eddie counters, feeling a bit like he's having an out-of-body experience.

"Oh my God," Steve says. "Oh my God, Eddie, I've been flirting with you for, like, months!"

"Months?!" Eddie's voice has officially reached the stratosphere.

"Yes!" Steve yelps. He looks torn between laughing and crying, though Eddie thinks it'll be mildly hilarious no matter what choice he makes. "Jesus, dude, I winked at you while I was doing pull-ups last week! What did you think that was?"

"A hallucination!" Eddie says immediately. "You're straight, Harrington!"

At that, Steve snorts, then shakes his head.

Eddie's pretty sure his brain is melting by now.

"Yeah, um, no," Steve says firmly. "I'm definitely not straight."

"You... I... What? Since when?"

"Well..." Steve begins, briefly glancing away. "Since forever, technically. Probably. But officially, since that time I made out with Tommy H. after we got wasted at a party sophomore year. And if that wasn't enough proof, I think the amount of time I’ve spent staring at your ass lately definitely is."

Eddie stares at him. "Am I dead?" he asks dumbly. "Is this Heaven? Am I having a fucking stroke?"

Steve's laughter is bright when it rings through his living room, and Eddie is grateful when Steve carefully raises a hand to cup his cheek, because the soft touch is grounding in the best way.

"Definitely not dead, Eds," Steve says. "And shit, I hope you're not having a stroke. How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eddie just blinks at him, because Steve has one hand on Eddie's cheek and the other on Eddie's arm, and he's definitely not holding up any fingers. "Zero, Harrington, what the fuck?" he says weakly.

Steve laughs – no, scratch that, he giggles. He fucking giggles.

If Eddie isn't dead yet, he's about to be.

"Good. See?" Steve says. "Not having a stroke."

"I don't think that's how strokes work, dude," Eddie says weakly.

"No?" Steve asks, though he's still smiling, and he looks wholly unbothered by Eddie's doubting of his medical prowess.

Eddie shakes his head, eyes wide as Steve huffs out a laugh and slips an arm around his waist to pull him closer. They're practically chest to chest now, and Eddie is suddenly reminded of how very shirtless Steve currently is. He's mildly horrified by the way his hands tremble slightly when he rests them flat against the center of Steve's chest, but it's not like anyone can blame him! He's only ever kissed a couple of people before, and now he's somehow found himself in the arms of a half naked Steve Harrington. So, yeah, he's feeling a little jittery. Sue him.

If Steve notices the jitters, though, he doesn't mention it. Instead, he gives Eddie a soft, disarming smile that makes Eddie feel pathetically weak at the knees. "So..." Steve says, cheeks turning a pretty pink color. "Hi."

A slightly manic bark of laughter bursts from Eddie's lungs, but it only seems to make Steve smile wider. "Yeah, hi, Stevie," Eddie breathes.

And then he nearly stops breathing completely when Steve's thumb drags gently across his cheek. It's such a sweet gesture that Eddie thinks he might melt right into the floorboards.

"So..." Steve murmurs again, gaze not leaving Eddie's. "It has recently been brought to my attention that you didn't realize I was flirting with you this whole time."

Eddie doesn't need a mirror to know that his face flushes bright red at Steve's words.

"But I have been," Steve continues. He bites his lip, almost like he's nervous, which is ridiculous because what the fuck is there about Eddie that could be making Steve Harrington nervous right now? "Like, I've been doing it constantly, because you're funny, and sweet, and sort of adorable, but also kinda hot? Y'know, because you have the tattoos and stuff, and you're all dramatic all the time, and it's hot, but then sometimes you do that thing where you hide your face behind your hair, and it's so fucking cute, Eddie, I mean..."

Steve trails off, cheeks growing even pinker after seemingly realizing that he's been rambling, and Eddie feels like he's going insane.

"Anyway," Steve says, clearing his throat. "I like you, Eddie. Like, a lot. And I've sort of been dying to kiss you for, like, months, so-"

Eddie never lets Steve finish his sentence, because the moment the word kiss leaves his mouth, Eddie is leaning forward and pressing their lips together in a soft, fleeting kiss that's over far too fast.

So fast, in fact, that it takes a moment for reality to catch up to Eddie afterwards. He's already pulling away by the time it hits him: he just kissed Steve Harrington.

He, Eddie fucking Munson, just kissed Steve fucking Harrington.

"Holy shit," Eddie mutters, gaze flitting back and forth between Steve's wide eyes. "Holy shit."

There's a brief pause, and then Steve starts to laugh.

It starts as a soft chuckle and slowly transforms into bright, elated laughter that echoes off the walls and bathes the whole room in sunlight, never mind the rainy day outside. It's light and happy and beautiful, and Eddie unfreezes after a moment to add his own laughter to the mix. He drops his head onto Steve's shoulder, a shiver running down his spine when Steve's arms come around him automatically, like they were made to fit together like this.

Eddie wonders if maybe they were.

When their laughter finally dies down, Steve carefully pulls back just enough to meet Eddie's eyes again, and Eddie smiles shyly up at him.

"Sorry," Eddie says without a hint of guilt in his voice. "You said the word kiss and I panicked."

Steve just shakes his head and grins. "See? Like I said - adorable." One of his hands raises to cradle Eddie's cheek again, and Eddie doesn't hesitate before leaning into the touch. "But if it's okay with you," Steve says softly, “I'd really like to give you a proper kiss, now."

And yep, it's official. Steve Harrington is going to be the death of him.

Eddie can't fucking wait.

He nods and lets his gaze flit down to Steve's lips for a fraction of a second before Steve is closing the distance between them, and oh... this is so much better than the quick, vaguely frantic press of lips they exchanged only a few moments ago. Eddie takes back every judgemental comment he's ever made about the girls who were obsessed with Steve Harrington in high school, because he gets it now.

Oh, God, he gets it.

Because Steve kisses him, soft and sure, like Eddie is the only thing that matters in all the world. It's gentle and sweet and perfect – not an ounce of hesitation in the way Steve slots their lips together. And then Steve just... stays there, like he's giving Eddie a moment to catch up, to process what's happening.

He's so goddamn patient – so fucking kind – and Christ, Eddie adores him for it.

Steve pulls back just enough to break the kiss, and Eddie doesn't whine. He doesn't. But it's okay, because Steve doesn't leave him hanging for long, threading his fingers through Eddie's curls and using them as leverage to tug him even closer into a kiss that turns Eddie's legs to jelly. Steve's tongue slides against Eddie's so beautifully, and his hands are so strong, and he smells like lemony soap and minty toothpaste (did Steve brush his teeth after showering? God, he's ridiculous. He’s perfect.) and Eddie can feel the muscles in Steve's chest shift whenever they move, and, and, and...

And yeah, this time when Steve pulls away, breath coming quicker and eyes shining with happiness, Eddie does whine. Or maybe it's a whimper. Maybe it's both. Christ, Eddie doesn't care. He'll keep making that noise forever if Steve keeps looking at him like this.

"Fuck," Eddie breathes. He knows he probably looks embarrassingly awestruck, but he can't find it in himself to care. "How are you so fucking hot, Steve? What the fuck?" His face is on fire, but Steve just laughs – nope, there's that giggle again – and kisses Eddie's forehead.

Eddie's pretty sure he's melting, but honestly? Worth it.

"I don't know if you've noticed," Steve teases, "but I've actually been working out a lot lately..."

Not even Eddie's lovesickness could protect Steve from the playful smack he gets for that.

"Did I notice?" Eddie huffs. "You're the worst, Harrington."

Steve just smiles and kisses him again.

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