Pre-buddie getting together, I want Abuela, Pepa, Sophia, and Adriana to be invited to a 118 bbq. Maybe Sophia and Adriana are visiting and Eddie wanted them to get to know the 118. Chris had shown Buck a tiktok a couple of days before where a woman calls his husband by his full name in front of his family and everyone's reaction was so funny, so he decided to try at the bbq.
Everyone is chatting in different parts of the yard, having a good time. Pepa and abuela are sitting at the table with Athena, Bobby, and Karen. His sisters, Maddie, and May are standing while talking lively. Eddie is sitting on a picnic blanket with Chris and the other kids. Buck comes out the house, raises his voice, deep and serious, and in an almost perfect accent goes "Edmundo Diaz!"
Everyone stops talking immediately. Eddie's frozen, jaw on the floor while looking between his family and Buck, not knowing what to say. Abuela, Pepa, Sophia, and Adriana start looking at each other, too. The 118 doesn't know what to do. Pepa goes, "Eddie, qué hiciste ahora?" (Eddie, what did you do know?). Adriana starts laughing, basically bending over from laughter. Sophia's smiling and says, "Someone's in trouble. Chris let's go inside, leave your father to his fate." Abuela gets up and walks towards the house, tapping Eddie on the shoulder and encouraging him, "suerte, mijo." (good luck, son) Eddie genuinely doesn't know what to do. Let's out a small, "I didn't do anything" to his abuela.
When the 118 also start standing up to leave, Buck finally says its a joke that he saw on tiktok. Sophia and Adriana start laughing again. Sophia says, "Eddie, neta, pensé que hoy dormías en el sofá." (genuinely, I thought you were sleeping on the couch today) Pepa's helping Abuela go back to the table but tells Buck sweetly, "whatever it was, I was on your side, Evancito." Then, Abuela turns to Eddie and tells him "Pórtate bien, Edmundo!" (Behave, Edmundo!)
Eddie laughs it off, telling Buck that that scared him shitless and to not scared him like that again. Ultimately, he let's it go and everyone goes back to their conversations. However, his family's reaction stays on the back of his mind. He and Buck aren't dating [yet]. He has just recently started to admit to the possibility of having feelings for Buck, not even at the sexuality crisis stage of it all. But his family reacted like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like Buck already had that spot in Eddie's life and they welcomed him fully. And Buck had accepted their affection, ecstatic they were on HIS side. He did always fit well with Eddie's [his] family.
everyone sees steve crawling out of the back of eddie's van at the end of his lunch period every day his last sememster and it starts two rumors:
the first is that eddie and steve are fucking.
the second is that steve is addicted to drugs.
the truth is that eddie found steve asleep on his park bench in the middle of the fucking woods the first day back from Christmas break and was like, "dude, no. what the fuck."
so now eddie spends his lunches eating sandwiches in his driver's seat, mumbling to himself and trying to ignore the sleeping jock in the back.
Famous Eddie Munson who is in a public long term relationship with normal guy Steve Harrington.
Eddie Munson who’s known to be a “Wife Guy.” He’s obsessed with Steve Harrington and it’s enduring.
That is, until a photo of him and a random pregnant woman makes rounds on Reddit and it goes viral.
Everyone is so disappointed to learn that Eddie is nowhere close to the wife guy he pretended to be.
And they let him know.
There’s nasty tweets sent to him. There’s comments all over his personal Instagram account. There’s even comments on the corroded coffin band account.
“He doesn’t deserve you.” “You fumbled so hard!” “Wow. Just wow!” “Fucking loser!” “So disappointed!! Burning my merch!!” “How DARE you sing ‘My Knight’ on stage and then pull this shit!!”
The worst part? The girl could pass as Steve’s sister. She’s got the same golden brown hair, tall, freckles.
Everyone is quick to take Steve’s side, but it’s hard to see how he’s taking it. His social accounts have always been locked. He doesn’t answer message requests. But fans continue to show support, in hopes that he sees.
“Sue his ass, Steve!” “Date me instead!” “We love a Single King!”
It’s like this for days across social media platforms. Everybody hating on Eddie and showing support for Steve. But there’s radio silence from the both of them — even corroded coffin hasn’t mentioned a thing.
That is —
Until Eddie posts a photo of him and Steve in the hospital, holding a baby in their arms. Both of them look so happy and in love — nothing like what the fans had expected to see.
The caption reads:
“Thanks @ RobinBuckley🔒 for doing all the hard work for @ StevieHarrington1🔒 and me.”
(Steve’s username is StevieHarrington1 because he got locked out of StevieHarrington and didn’t remember his password so he just started over)
Wayne gets off work and finds some kid wandering around a parking lot covered in bruises and nearly in tears because he can’t get the lid off a bottle of ibuprofen, and just takes the kid home.
He never really gets a clear answer out of the kid about where he lives or anything other than being worried about pissing off Hopper and his head hurting, so he stops trying.
He puts the kid to bed on the couch, leaves Hopper a nasty voicemail, and then stays up as long as he can manage to make sure the kid doesn’t die in his sleep.
This is how Eddie wakes up a couple hours later to find his uncle slumped over in a chair and Steve “The Hair” Harrington asleep on the couch.
I’ve made a few posts about wanting a fic from the pov of the fbi agents that have to monitor the party but I think it’s really funny if Steve is the only one that realizes they’re being spied on.
Steve is over here telling The Party that their phone lines are tapped and the feds are pretending to be their teachers, while the FBI is sweating bullets in an electric company van outside because they can’t figure out what’s giving them away.
Steve is telling Robin about how all their phones are tapped and she doesn’t believe him so he’s like, “Listen. You hear that clicking sound right after the call connects? That’s the feds.”
“I think all phones do that.”
Then the FBI agents tasked with following them specifically watch them leave Family Videos (unattended and unlocked) to walk across the street to the library where they used the phone. No clicks.
“Oh my god,” Robin says. “Oh my god, the government is spying on us. Does the government know I’m a lesbian?”
“Probably.”
And then ten minutes later when they’re back being bored half to death at Family Videos, Robin slides a piece of paper over to him that says, ‘think we can convince the feds that Vickie’s boyfriend is a commie?’
steddies child on tiktok doing the “my dad was the original teenage dirtbag” trend and all the comments are thirsting over him ofc but then there’s steve. this kids literally dad. going fucking insane and embarrassing his kid bc he’s just thirsting over his husband like “oooooh mygodddd i forgot holy shit he was so hot how did i bag him oh my god that’s my husband dude fuuuuck oh my god” and steddies kid just replies liek “dad if you don’t gET OUT IF MY COMMENTS” and it makes the tiktok go viral and everyone’s like “other dad reveal IMMEDIATELY” and so the kid posts pics of them together from the 80s and 90s and. the crowd goes wild. everyone and their moms are thirsting over this kids parents and they regret every decision they’ve ever made.
*also in the comments of the tiktok with pics of both of them. eddie is there freaking the fuck out over old pics of steve and he DOES cry seeing the pictures of them from when they were kids. he cries so much. he gets so emotional.
“Soldered it into one solid piece,” he brags, cigarette caught in the corner of his smile.
“You're insane. I can't believe that was you the whole time.”
“It was Ronnie's idea, I just made it happen.” He taps his cigarette out in the crystal ashtray balanced on his knee. His legs are spread open, so Steve can reach the ashtray if he needs to. “I thought he looked very metropolitan with an earring. Chic even.”
Yeah, the gold hoop earring in the mascot tiger costume was ultra modern. Steve rolls his eyes but doesn't argue. He doesn't give a shit about defending a stupid High School mascot over a harmless prank from five years ago. Eddie's antics are a thousand times more entertaining than any of his stupid basketball stories.
“You know what game you'd kill at?”
“Monopoly? Dog! I called it, you can't have it, I'm always the dog!” He nearly dumps the ashtray in his excitement.
“No, shut up. I'm the car anyway, duh. I was gonna say, Two Truths and a Lie. That's your game.”
“Hmm, never played.” He rolls his head around the back of the couch, his haphazard bun goes even looser. “Is it a drinking game?”
“Doesn't have to be. Just a guessing game really. You just say two things that are true and one lie and the other person has to guess which one is the lie. But it can't be like, ‘I have brown eyes, I have brown hair, in 1983 I helped defeat a monster from an alternate dimension.’”
“You have hazel eyes.”
Steve blinks for a second. “Yeah. But anyway, it has to be less obvious, is what I'm saying.”
“Got it. So, like, okay… My dad is in the penn for Grand Larceny, Wayne's only confirmed kill in ‘Nam was a poor defenceless monkey, and my favorite subject in school was Home-Ec.”
“Shit. I don't know if I want the monkey thing to be true or not.”
Eddie's dimples make an appearance. “My favorite was Theater. Home-Ec was a close second though. I made a pillow and used it to sleep through Algebra.”
Steve cracks a laugh. “Yeah, that tracks.” Okay, his turn. His life suddenly seems boring in comparison, even with all the shit he's been through. He used to be good at this game but he's kinda set himself up for failure here against Eddie.
“Dying of boredom…”
“Shut up! Okay, how about this… My paternal grandparents were from Scotland, I have a B.B. permanently lodged in my ankle, and my first three-way was with Tommy and Carol.”
Eddie chokes on air, making Steve laugh in delight.
Once he's got his breath, he looks at Steve in suspicion. “I'm gonna assume you didn't actually get close to Hagan's freckled weiner.”
Steve's grin feels mean, like whenever Tommy said something particularly scathing to some anonymous Freshman. “B.B. is stuck in my thigh actually.” He pulls his shorts up enough to show him the white scar.
God, the look on Eddie's face - perfectly, comically shocked, mouth open, eyes white around the iris - makes him feel so good, to have something like that up his sleeve, something to shock the wildest guy Steve knows.
“You're gonna catch flies like that,” he says, smug. “It's your turn.”
Eddie snaps his mouth shut, teeth clacking audibly. “Fine. Let's see,” he taps his finger against his chin, “raising the stakes…” He slips Steve a look, conveying his playful scheming. “I've had sex at school, I've had sex at the Hideout, I've had sex at your house.”
His immediate instinct is to call bullshit at Eddie fucking here, because when exactly would he have accomplished it, but then he remembers who provided the favors at most of his parties and he hesitates. Eddie watches Steve go through this realization, watches with a smugness that he wants to wipe off.
“It had better have been on my parents bed,” he concedes.
“Laundry room actually.”
“I hate you.” He crosses his arms and pouts, nearly asks who with but he's not sure he wants to know. “So which one was the lie?”
“School. Obviously. My dick couldn't get hard there even if I wanted it to.”
Memories of sitting in class surface, trying desperately to hide his boner, but he's not gonna admit it. Even though he's certain Eddie had the same problem at least once. It’s basically a rite of passage for dudes.
“My turn, you absolute freak.” Now what does he admit to to top getting it on with some mystery person on his parents dryer? “Hmm… I put actual notches on my bedpost, I've got a pair of girl's panties stashed in my underwear drawer, I used to jerk off with Tommy when we were younger.”
“Okay, now I know you're fucking with me,” Eddie exclaims, arms flailing.
“Which one, Munson? Take your pick.”
Eddie continues to stare, which is a bit nerve wracking but Steve maintains his composure. He's 99% sure Eddie is gay, and therefore won't judge him on this, but there's always that small chance Steve is wrong and this whole thing goes sideways. Three-way with Tommy? Could be a drunken mistake. Teenage jerk off sessions? It happens, no big deal. But both? At one point in Steve's life he'd been able to write off both as normal but Robin had put the writing back on the wall, so to speak.
“That's why he said he didn't want your sloppy seconds,” Eddie mumbles.
Steve blanches. “Who?”
“B- Nobody.”
No fucking way. No. Fucking. Way.
“Eddie. Did you fuck Billy Hargrove in my laundry room?” His voice is eerily calm.
“No.”
Steve waits a beat. “Did Billy Hargrove fuck you in my laundry room?”
“.......no.”
“Your turn,” he growls.
“Wait, which one was the lie?”
He crosses his arms, still pissed off beyond belief. “I don't put notches on my bedpost, that's tacky.”
“On the belt then?” He tries to snark but it falls flat. Steve just stares until he looks away. “Fine. Let me think.”
If he admits to fucking Billy, Steve doesn't know what he's gonna do. The very idea of it makes him want to tear his hair out.
“I over-charged you on weed for years, Gareth is mean to you because he has a crush, I'm sorry I gave Hargrove head in your laundry room.”
Steve gets up and leaves the room. Eddie doesn't call him back. He stomps all the way to the kitchen, yanks the fridge open, grabs another beer, and chugs the entire thing standing there with the door open. When he gets back, Eddie is standing in the middle of the room, awkwardly shuffling like he wants to leave.
“Sit,” Steve barks, “we're not done here.”
Eddie complies but with a stiffness that reads like he may bolt at a moment's notice.
“I fucking know you over-charged me for the weed so I have to assume Gareth does not, in fact, have a crush on me.”
Eddie nods, sheepish. “Hates you for the usual reasons.”
“Right.” The important takeaway here shouldn't be that Eddie had sex with Steve's arch nemesis, it's that he's admitting to being queer. Good. He stares at the side of Eddie's head. “I was straight, I am bisexual, I have bad hair days.”
He watches as Eddie's entire body rotates around to stare directly into Steve's soul. His tongue makes an appearance, wetting his lips.
“I am gay, I am very gay, I am the most gay anyone has ever been.”
That's comical. “No, the most gay anyone has ever been was Robin when she left the room during that scene in The Hunger.”
Eddie matches Steve's smirk. “Correct.”
“I want to kiss you, I want to make you forget Billy Hargrove’s name…..I have brown eyes.”
Eddie's grin rivals that of his grand theft auto exuberance. “Your eyes are hazel.”
“Correct.”
“I am going to kiss you, Billy Who, and…oh, who gives a shit.” He tackles Steve into the arm of the couch.
They don't make it to the laundry room but there's always tomorrow.
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Wayne’s opinion on Richard Harrington is not good and his opinion on his kid is not all that great either. He didn’t forget all the times Eddie complained about the boy and his friends, no sir.
Eddie says that Steve has turned over a new leaf but Wayne thinks the kid is rude. He’s over at their house all the time and ignores Wayne half the time when he’s talking to him. Kid is eating the food out of his kitchen and can’t even give him the time of day?
He mentions it to Eddie once when Steve wasn’t around and Eddie, around a mouthful of Frosted Flakes, asks, “Did he have his hearing aids in?”
“What?”
“Yeah, he hates ‘em so he never wears them,” Eddie shrugs. “Can’t hear for shit without ‘em though.”
Wayne knocks on Eddie’s bedroom door, gives it a second and then opens it. He makes sure Steve is looking at him before he says, “Lunch.”
Steve blinks at him so Wayne adds, “Come on. Out of bed. Day ain’t gettin’ any younger.”
Steve blinks again and Wayne thinks about maybe trying the signs Eddie taught him but every time he does, it seems to confuse Steve more.
Steve starts moving before he has to decide what to do so Wayne goes back to the kitchen, muttering to himself about lazy kids and hangovers. He can hear Steve drag himself into the room and when he looks over at him, the boy has a general air of misery about him.
Yeah, a hangover will do that.
He’s pouring tomato soup into a bowl when Eddie comes in from outside like, “Steve, what are you doing? Go back to bed. You have a migraine.”
And, well.
Wayne feels like an asshole again.
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