Mind you, Eddie once responded to being told to get out of the woods with ‘it’s a free country’ and Hopper pulled his gun on him (it was 1983).
Seeing Steve not only say something worse but also get in Hopper’s face, and not immediately get nuked? There’s only one kind of person you’d let get away with that.
omega Steve runs a business where people send clothing from their deceased relatives to be made into something new. he loves working with grieving family members and friends to create cherished scent memory tokens.
a kind older alpha commissions a teddy bear made from his nephew’s denim vest.
Steve opens the package and immediately bursts into tears. his scentmate is apparently dead.
since you guys are all in denial, you can just pretend Wayne ordered an “Eddie-Bear” because his nephew is moving out of town for college and he wanted a way to still have him nearby.
he misunderstood & didn’t realize Steve’s shop specialized in grief “scentiments.” Steve reaches out in his own mourning and Wayne forwards Eddie’s number!
I am putting way too much thought into this, but when fanfiction touches on one of my niches, I get a bit nuts.
Skip back a bit, you need a lot more fabric for a teddy bear than you think especially when using recycled fabric. One vest is definitely not to do it.
So let’s just say, Eddie included his blue denim vest, several pairs of black or dark wash denim pants, a leather jacket, and one of Eddie’s Hellfire shirts.
(I’m imagining a teddy bear made out of denim with leather paw pads and nose.)
Steve always asks for a little summary of the person the clothes belonged to. It helps him feel like he understands the person better and to make a little details to match.
Thanks to that, he gets the great idea to use the blue denim vest to create a mini-vest for the bear. With a little help from the kids he recreates the battle vest just with the hellfire logo, painted it on the back rather than patches.
(Hellfire club was disbanded by the school before the kids were freshmen so they don’t know the logo.)
He’s absolutely doing all of this with tears in his eyes, thinking about how cool Eddie sounds, and how much he wishes he could’ve met him.
And yes, like @paperbackribs said, Steve decides to present Eddie Bear in person so he can hopefully ask Wayne about Eddie.
One bright morning that doesn’t match Steve’s low mood, he ends up at the trailer handing Eddie Bear to Wayne.
Before Wayne can say thank you and/or offer the final payment, he notices how Steve looks two seconds away from bursting into tears
Being honestly worried for the “kid” when gently prompts him and with the most restraint he’s ever had, Steve semi-calmly explains that Wayne’s nephew was his scent-mate. He’s immediately apologizing for intruding on Wayne‘s grief with this information and is halfway started on a tangent before Wayne stops him.
“I know your shop said you specialize in grief but it also said that other reasons are okay too. Kid, Eddie is alive, he’s just going away to college.”
Steve can’t decide whether he wants to jump for joy or to crawl in a hole and die.
Wayne does his best to awkwardly comfort him but ends up just writing out Eddie‘s number, promising, he’ll call and explain the whole thing to Eddie first so if Steve doesn’t have to.
Before Steve can slink away in shame, Wayne insists on having his help taking photos of Eddie Bear so he can mail them off ASAP.
And that’s how a week later, when opening his mail, Eddie laid eyes on a photo of the most beautiful man he’s ever seen holding the most metal teddy bear he’s ever seen.
As much as it’s fun to think Steve had his hand lower, it’d be sweet if he had his hand on Eddie’s shoulder hidden by Eddie’s hair.
Just as a “I know nothing feels real anymore and you feel like you’re gonna die any moment but we’ve survived this shit before and we will do everything we can to make sure you make it out of this” kind of gesture.
Eddie always seemed like the kind of person who needed physical touch as a comfort in intense situations.
Fic where Eddie ruins his chances with Steve because of casual biphobia.
One time Steve went to the gay bar with Eddie and Robin to be their DD if they didn't end up going home with someone else and Eddie brushes off a guy that seems SUPER interested and when Steve asks why Eddie isn't interested, Eddie's casually saying yeah, he was good looking but that guy's into woman, too, and Eddie's not into people who like both.
And that's Steve's Ah Ha! moment. He feels stupid for not realizing on his own that you can like both but now that it's been said it all just kinda clicks into his brain.
Then Dread sets in as he realizes that the only thing holding him back from wanting to be with Eddie was that Steve, genuinely, thought you HAD to pick one gender to like and he'd made his irreversible decision back in middle school with he kissed Mary during the first game of Spin the Bottle he'd ever played.
So, Steve's realized he wants to date Eddie and learned that Eddie won't be with someone who likes both. It's a terrible night for Steve all around.
And Eddie's comments don't stem from a place of actually hating bi people; it's just been years of growing up in Hawkins and being someone's dirty little secret while watching the same boys that fuck him from behind in a dark bedroom walk around the halls of Hawkins High holding their girlfriend's hands.
And because it's gotta be Steddie for me, Eddie's crushing on Steve and would absolutely go out with Steve if he asked. But Steve never asks because Eddie is so vocal with his opinions on everything and he's got no filter so he's unintentionally mocked Steve's sexuality 3 times TODAY. There's no way Steve will ask; not when he's so sure the answers going to be know.
Then ooppps. Steve gets a boyfriend and Eddie has a meltdown about it because Steve never even told him he was into guys!!
Eddie avoids Steve as he can’t take much of listening to him gush about his boyfriend and avoids Robin by proxy.
Eventually Steve calls him out for it, attributing it to his bi-phobia.
So Eddie just word-vomits the whole thing. The ‘dirty little secret’ explanation for his bi-phobia, his crush, how [Steve’s boyfriend] makes Steve happy so Eddie feels guilty about being moody around him.
Steve just stares at him, taking it all in for a few long breaths before saying, “So we could have been dating months ago if not for your shitty attitude?”
“Should you be saying that while you have a boyfriend?”
“We had a mutual breakup a week ago which you would know if you weren’t sulking and avoiding everyone.”
Eddie gets a bit of a hopeful look in his eyes, visibly making Steve angrier.
“You’re on thin ice Munson. I’m frankly amazed that I still have enough of a crush on you to not just preemptively turn you down. And you’re definitely not getting out of this with just a verbal apology.”
“Wait, what do you want me to do then?”
Steve stops to think for a moment before saying, “Whatever it is, Robin has to give you the green light before you can officially ask me out.”
“I think just trying to talk to her would be an act of suicide.”
“She’s not that bad. Think of it as…” Steve sighs, trying to hide his small smile, …”a quest. But instead of slaying the dragon you have to befriend them.”
Eddie perks up a bit at this.
“Get going before I add Dustin to my ultimatum. And he liked [ex-boyfriend].”
Eddie jumps to his feet, immediately sweeping into a low bow. “Of course my princess. Ye dragon companion will be so happy with me, this humble bard shall become her new best friend.”
“Hey!” Steve snapped, not sure if he was mad about the princess nickname or the ‘new best friend comment. But before he could get any farther, Eddie slipped out the door.
Steve was honestly just stupefied into silence for a long moment before a voice spoke up from further in the house.
“How long do we give him before telling him I was here for the whole argument?” Robin asked as she peeked her head over the couch and grinned at Steve.
“He’ll cave and ask for you over the walkie within an hour.”
Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually
Debbie and Fester Addams
One (you're here!)
Rick and Evelyn O'Connell (on the way!)
This is part of a series of unrelated works entitled "Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually" and I think that title is fairly self-explanatory. If there are any other couples you think would be good parents for our Stevie boy, let me know and I'll take them into consideration!
Anyway, the B-Side thing is because this is like taking my Addams Family Steddie au and just flipping the cassette tape hfjsdk
This time, it's Steve that's the Addams and Eddie that's normal!
Anyway, blame @whatthemeepever for this one specifically cuz it's gonna spiral into a wild ride actually, so let's all pray for Eddie in advance
If you'd like a tag for any future parts, let me know!
And, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't
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The moment Steve is born, his father sticks a light bulb in his mouth. When it glows, he jumps with joy and throws Steve into the air. The moment Steve's mother realizes what's happening, she slaps his father upside the head, throws the light bulb at him, and threatens to blow him up again if he sticks anymore into Steve's mouth before he starts teething.
She follows through on the promise exactly two weeks later, and Steve's parents (one smug and the other notably singed but delighted) rebuild their house next door to his father's brother.
Steve's mother chooses his first and last name (Harrington, a reference to some long-lost family friend or other), and his father is reluctantly given the freedom to choose his middle name. In the end, he is dubbed Steve Faustus Harrington, a name his mother is so surprised to find acceptable that she kisses his father as a reward.
And so begins Steve's life.
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"I can't believe you got expelled," Steve's mother seethes, gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turn white. "Again!"
Steve crosses his arms, sinking lower in his seat as he glares out the window. "It's not my fault they were shitty friends. They got what they deserved."
He hears his mother laugh, the sound strained and indignant and very quickly followed by his father turning to look at Steve from the passenger seat. His sunken eyes are filled with suppressed delight as he asks, "What did they do this time?"
A few seconds pass before Steve sighs. "They said they couldn't go out later because they had to study for finals. I mean, what kind of bullshit is that? Finals are three weeks away, and they can't spare one weekend for the funeral museum?" he says, scoffing as he looks at his father, grins, and adds, "So, I brought the funeral museum to them, coffins and cremations and all."
His father's eyes light up, sheer joy and pride dancing in them. And for the very first time in Steve's life, his mother pulls over to the side of the road and parks the car.
"Pumpkin?" his father asks.
"Fester," she says, her voice low and somewhere in the range of upset, "do you remember when I tried to kill your entire family?"
"Of course. It was a splendid attempt."
She nods and looks at him with a tiny, somewhat pained smile. Then she turns and sets her gaze on Steve. "Darling, what kind of grades do your friends have?" she asks. "Because if you're anything like me, and I know you are, you tend to befriend people who are significantly dumber than you."
Steve blinks, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, most of them were about to fail," he admits.
"Then, isn't it possible they really were studying for finals? Especially if they were close to failing at a school where passing is a requirement of attendance? Perhaps you could have suggested going to the...funeral museum after finals?"
A few seconds pass as Steve considers her words, a crushing sense of realization and guilt dropping on his shoulders and traveling to the pit of his stomach. It makes him feel nauseous, and he stares down at his lap. "I fucked up," he finally says, voice quiet and apologetic.
"Of course not!" Fester says, reaching out and ruffling Steve's hair despite the affronted noise from Debbie, "Your plan was beautifully conceived and masterfully executed. Perhaps you should just talk a little more before pulling out the urns next time."
"Incredibly, your father is right," Debbie says, looking pleasantly surprised before turning her gaze to Steve. She sighs and holds out a hand, squeezing Steve's when he takes it. "Don't get so blinded by a beautiful pair of shoes that you completely miss the sale two aisles over, Steve. At the very least, do a little more research before resorting to torture and murder. Personally, I'm very tired of calling the family's lawyer."
Steve snorts at the utter lie. Debbie loves calling the family's lawyer. She does so regularly just to double-check the state of Fester's stocks and bonds and deeds and general worth. "Okay," he says, nodding once, "I'll remember for the next school."
"You know," Fester says, looking at Debbie hopefully, "Pubert is a senior this year. Maybe Steve could go to high school with him."
Debbie hesitates, frowning slightly before saying, "Yes, but it's...public school."
"The best Gomez and Morticia could find! It was highly recommended by Margaret, and Pubert can make sure Steve adjusts and makes friends."
Steve can see the moment his mother agrees. She sighs, lets go of his hand, and fixes her already perfect bob. "Well, I suppose," she says before looking at Steve once more. "And you, Steve? Would you like to try...public school for your junior year?"
"Sure, might be fun," Steve says, thinking about all the movies he's seen that display public high schools as a zoo and the worst place on Earth. It sounds great, and if the place is still standing while Pubert attends, it must be somewhat entertaining.
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"You've got everything you'll need?"
Steve looks up from lacing his shoes and smiles at his mother, earning a nervous grin in return. Her blonde hair is uncharacteristically frazzled, and Steve feels warm and fuzzy (like a mold growing over his heart) at knowing she's so worried as to appear less-than-perfect in front of him.
"Yes, I've got everything," he says, gesturing to the backpack on the stairs next to him. In addition to notebooks and his pencil case, Steve has also packed a travel mace, a miniature bomb (alarm clock detonator stored separately, of course), a tiny bottle of tequila, and his lucky lightbulb (just in case).
His mother nods once, takes a deep breath, and then turns her head toward the kitchen to shout, "FESTER!"
Something crashes, a cat (they don't have a cat) yowls, and Steve's father slides into the doorway. "Yes, Pumpkin?" he asks, eyes bright and happy and utterly stuck on Debbie.
"Is Steve's lunch ready? You made something normal, right?" she asks, one eyebrow raised.
Fester glances at Steve, a brief look shared between them that's both sympathetic and endeared toward Debbie. "Of course," Fester says, disappearing for two seconds before striding over to the stairs with a pink lunch box decorated with black skulls (Steve chose the color, Fester chose the pattern, and Debbie gave them her stamp of approval). "A turkey sandwich, fruit, cookies, and juice."
"Fruit?" Debbie asks, her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Apple slices!"
After a few seconds, Debbie nods, and Fester gives the lunch box to Steve, shifting some so Debbie doesn't see the conspiratorial wink that tells him the juice is definitely poisoned. Steve grins and shoves the lunch box into his bag. He finishes lacing his shoes and stands, holding his arms out so his mother can inspect him.
"You've done a wonderful job pairing your shirt and shoes," Debbie says, walking around Steve with an air of pride and approval. She rubs the sleeve of his pastel yellow sweater between her thumb and forefinger, nodding once. "The plum pants are a bold choice, but it pays off. And, as always, your hair is flawless, dear."
Steve grins, letting his arms fall to his side. "I tried that new mousse you gave me," he says, fingers twitching as he fights the urge to run them through his hair. "It works great."
His mother smiles even wider and kisses his cheek, pulling out a handkerchief and carefully wiping away the lipstick residue she leaves behind. "I knew it would," she says, inspecting Steve's face once more before nodding with approval.
"Pumpkin, it's time for Steve to go. Pubert is waiting."
Debbie huffs softly and gives Steve one last once over before nodding and hurrying him toward the door. "Have a good day at school, try not to blow anything up, and call me if Pubert tries to cut off your head with a rusty knife again," she says.
"What if it's a clean knife?"
"Well, that's fine. Grandmama will just sew it back on."
Steve grins and waves to both of his parents before hurrying toward the sidewalk where Pubert is waiting. His hair is parted down the middle and gelled down, his pencil-thin mustache is immaculate as ever, and he's wearing a three-piece suit. When Steve is closer, he pulls out two cigars and offers one.
"This isn't an exploding cigar again, right? I'm wearing a new shirt," Steve says, taking it and looking it over.
"Nah, that joke only works once," Pubert says, dragging a match against his palm to light it. He holds it to his cigar first, puffs a few times, and then does the same for Steve. "How long till you get expelled again, you think?"
Steve shrugs as he takes a puff from the cigar, letting the smoke linger for a moment before skillfully blowing it out in perfect circles as they walk. "I haven't been to a public school before," he says, tapping the cigar over the sidewalk, "so, hopefully, at least a year."
"Public school is fun," Pubert says, getting a wicked grin as he looks at Steve. "You can get away with a lot."
"And the other kids?"
"Well, they've certainly got a lot to learn. I mean, most of them can't even handle a little cyanide."
Steve scrunches his nose and takes another puff of his cigar. After a few seconds he asks, "Will we have any classes together?"
"You're a year below me, so maybe an elective or two. What did you sign up for?"
"I signed up for, uh, shop class, forensic science, and Gothic literature."
"We'll have Gothic lit together," Pubert says, flashing a smile before asking, "And you know what shop class is, right?"
Steve blinks, suddenly a little hesitant. "Is it not, like, something about shopping?"
"No. It's building things. With wood, usually."
"Oh! So, I can build anything?"
"I guess. I haven't taken it."
"Well, I'll find out. Maybe I can build Dad a catapult or guillotine or something."
As they get closer to the school, more students fill the sidewalks, but Steve notices that most of them seem to give him and Pubert a wide berth. They also stare, looking at Steve like he's some kind of puzzle to be solved, with more than a few flashing sympathetic smiles like he's trapped and can't get away. "You're popular," Steve notes, taking one last puff of his cigar before dropping it into a trash can.
"I would fucking hope so," Pubert says, finishing off his cigar and tossing it into the next trash can they pass. "I didn't flood the place with roaches and vermin to not be known."
Steve grins, listening as Pubert regales him with the tale only to cut it short when they get inside the school and pass the front office. "I need to get my schedule, but Mom said she made sure we'd have lunch together," Steve says.
Pubert waves him off. "Yeah, I'll meet you in the cafeteria. Have fun, cousin," he replies, mockingly saluting him before heading off down the main hall.
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Steve's first class of the day was AP Calculus, followed by AP Physics, Wood Shop, and AP U.S. History. When it's finally time for lunch, he surveys the cafeteria for a few seconds before finding a table in a dark corner that everyone seems to avoid. By the time he gets there, Pubert has sat down with a tray from the lunch line.
Steve sets his backpack on the table, sits down, and says, "For a place that's so lifeless, it's not even fun."
"Yeah, it's like that," Pubert agrees, poking some unidentifiable mush on his tray with a spork before spooning some into his mouth.
It's with a somewhat jealous expression that Steve pulls out his lunch box and removes a thermos of poisoned juice. "Is it bad?" he asks, nodding to the tray.
"Utterly repulsive."
Steve sighs and takes a sip from the thermos before pulling out everything else in his lunch box. "They made me wear safety goggles in shop. Safety goggles! It's like they don't know how fun splinters in the eyes are. And everyone is soooo scared of the saws, it's ridiculous," he complains, taking an angry bite of his sandwich.
"What about your other classes?"
"Physics would be better with more practical examples. I mean, who cares about apples when we could learn if a body falls faster than a cannonball?"
"From experience, no," Pubert says, "Anyway, you gonna join any clubs?"
"Maybe the swim team? If I'm lucky, I'll drown," Steve says, perking up a little at the thought.
"Best of luck with that," Pubert replies, stealing Steve's thermos to take a sip of his juice. When he places it back, he offers Steve a sporkful of the mush.
Steve lights up and happily tries it, wondering how something can be so perfectly undercooked and overcooked at the same time. "Impressive," he says, passing the spork back. "Is that freezer burn?"
Before Pubert can answer, a bang from the other side of the cafeteria cuts off all other sounds. Steve glances over to see a boy in heavy combat boots climbing onto his table with a mischievous grin. He's wearing a shirt with a devil head on it and "Hellfire Club" emblazoned above and a vest with spikes, pins, and patches. His hair is just below his shoulders and a little curly, and Steve can see from here the wild glint in his eyes as he stomps down the table while talking.
"I'm tired of the double standards of this lame school. If you're into science or band or some other 'uncool' interest, the administration couldn't give two shits! Oh, the choir room needs new risers so the current ones don't break any necks? Well, that's too bad, we've got to give the football team new monogrammed towels for the locker room!" the guy says, grinning when a group of kids to the side shouts their agreement. "And never mind that our Robotics team has won the school three trophies when the basketball team so valiantly scraped into third place last year for being kinda good at throwing balls into laundry baskets."
"Prick!"
Steve glances at the guy who shouted, taking in his letterman jacket before quickly dismissing him. He looks back in time to see the boy on the table sticking out his tongue and holding his hands to his temples to make horns. There's an even wilder look in his eyes now, a sheer glee at causing a scene and getting under someone's skin.
Steve doesn't realize he's smiling until the boy scoffs, shouts one more line about the school's unfair preference for "mediocre jocks," and hops off the table. He looks over at Pubert and asks, "Who was that?"
Pubert glances at Steve, studying him for a moment before swallowing another mouthful of mush and saying, "Eddie Munson. He does that once a week, usually."
"Eddie Munson," Steve murmurs, glancing over at Eddie's table again and smiling a little wider.
I started writing this as a reply, but it got way too long. 
Eddie is probably going to be a little overwhelmed for the first few months before he learns to recognize that the spooky shit Steve does is his love language. At first Eddie is sure that Steve hates his guts but to the Addams family it is painfully obvious that Steve has a big fat crush.
Just the fact that Hellfire is a board game club and not actually a club about demons or hell is probably going to earn Eddie some surprise tarantulas in his locker.
But once Steve realizes he’s not actually a satanist, he will be handing over books on proper sacrificial rituals and demanding Eddie practice because they’re gonna take out the basketball team on Friday.
Once Steve and Eddie get their rhythm, the kids better brace themselves, because Dungeons and Dragons is about to get a lot scarier and more gory.
If Steve ever gets coerced into playing, his character is just going to be him. This quickly escalates because Eddie has a rule that if you can prove you can do something in real life you’re allowed to add it to your self-insert.
So now Steve has a level one human rogue who can, pick locks, kill a man with one hand, give himself stitches and is proficient in a dozen different weapons, is immune to various poisons, and can sing better than the bard. (Steve didn’t mention the supernatural parts because he has been reminded 1 million times to slowly ease normies into the life of an Addams family member.)
Steve is a researcher at The Foundation in a site where they hold safe but anomalous humanoids.
Eddie is transferred in as a newly captured instance of someone affected by a (made up) SCP.
Steve initially keeps full professionalism. Only referring to Eddie as his SCP designation and nothing else. Testing is minimal as his condition is a well-studied phenomenon as it is one of the oldest on file. The only informal interaction he gets is making flirty jokes at the research team.
A betting pool is started on how quickly they’ll have to start covering up Eddie and Steve romantic relationship.
I feel like Steve would struggle with gift giving for the first couple years after gaining a friend.
It’s not like his parents ever bothered to think about what he actually liked and not just the most expensive toy they could show off to their friends. Plus they were so distant he was stuck giving his mother a bottle of her favorite perfume and his father a silk tie he probably already owned.
He’s nervous the first birthday or Christmas he’s going to give them a gift so he does what he usually does with his parents and picks out the most practical gift he can find.
Max? A new Walkman and carrying case for tapes.
Eddie? Top of the line guitar strings and guitar case.
Johnathan? An important and expensive camera lense when his broke.
He equips the whole party with state of the art walkie-talkies that first Christmas.
Etc.
He doesn’t want to just throw money at it but feels like unless he buys the best everyone will think bad of him for being the stingy rich kid.
It takes a while to coax him away from that mindset and convince him that it’s okay to take a little risk and buy something he has no guarantee the person will like/need. But once he breaks free of it, he’s the most thoughtful gift-giver ever.
For Robin, he finds something for them to do together like go to a concert or a theme park.
For Dustin, he manages to get enough info about the kid’s DND character that he gets a mini figure custom painted for their next campaign.
For El, she gets a box of recipe cards he collected by asking for copies of everyone’s favorites.
For Eddie, he starts making mixtapes of songs that remind him of their relationship. (Yes, I’m sticking Steddie in here.) It’s not all metal and Eddie might not like some of the songs at first but listening to Steve explain why ____ reminds him of their first kiss makes even the cheesiest pop songs sound like heaven.
Okay, so we as a fandom I don’t think anyone has mentioned the fact that in season 1, when El threw Lucas, he hit his head hard enough to knock him out for a minute.
It’s not as bad as Steve’s multiple concussions but just one can be bad enough to fuck you up for a while. And Lucas was up and running immediately too.
Modern au: Someone takes a video of Steve putting in earplugs before a Corroded Coffin concert and rags on him for being a fake fan and a poser on TikTok.
Eddie doesn’t even watch half of it before he’s fumbling to make his own video where he rants about how Steve has chronic migraines after being concussed several times but still risks day-ruining migraines just to see Eddie in concert.
He then makes several videos on concert etiquette that his fans has seem to have forgotten. These videos include topics like: mosh pits, accessibility at concerts, and new fans and are always welcome.
At first Joyce thinks Will’s disappearance might be fae-related but can’t exactly talk about it to anyone b/c even her sons don’t know about the magical world.
Nancy and Mike know vaguely when someone nearby is going to die. It was horrible when Barb, Chrissy, etc. died because they could feel it.
Dustin took care of Dart without caution thinking it was more of a normal monster rather than an Upside Down monster.
The whole love triangle bs with Steve, Nancy, and Johnathan has even higher tension than in canon because Steve’s territorial instincts are kicking in and Johnathan has a subconscious possessiveness from his fae side.
I want to have Argyle be a indigenous mythical creature but I’m not indigenous so I don’t want to just randomly pick something.
All of the experiment kids were fae to some degree. Henry/Vecna/One is full blooded.
Hopper is very protective of his one eye after hearing nothing but negative things towards cyclopses in myths.
After everything is revealed:
Steve and Dustin go running around in the woods on the full moon. Eddie is jealous.
Eddie spends hours bugging everyone about the reality of certain myths. Steve gets it the worst because as a werewolf, he’s the most commonly talked about monster.
He definitely stays ten feet away from the Blyers after learning about their heritage because he’s written too many campaigns with tricky fae.
More than once, a kid asks Eddie something about being a “normal” human, offending him greatly.
