So I finally watched Stranger Thing Season 4 and, of course, I love Eddie. I am also shipper trash so here is a silly little Steddie comic where Steve gets a cool new tattoo. 💕💞💓
Eddie had promised that it would only be a last resort. They weren't exactly overflowing with an abundance of good parents around them as examples, and frankly, Eddie wasn't sure he counted her among them. Still, they'd never tried to keep a very tiny human being alive, and he'd pinned her number to the corkboard with a sigh. Teenagers, he told Steve repeatedly, were not the same as infants. And although he understood arguments that their teenagers were a special kind of stupid, who had actually been very hard to keep alive, Eddie maintained they should have a backup plan available in case something got tricky when the baby arrived. He was, after all, only three months old. They might need help.
And here they were. At last resort. And earlier than he'd expected.
He sighed and dialed, hoping that Steve wouldn't hear the phone from the other room where he was in the rocking chair beside the crib.
"Help," he said.
"I'll be there in six minutes."
When Joyce arrived, she shoved a glass casserole dish into his hands and immediately went to the kitchen to wash her hands. She looked at Eddie expectantly.
"He won't sleep," Eddie said simply.
She smiled. "Well, babies not sleeping is—"
"No. The baby sleeps fine. It's Steve. Steve won't sleep."
Confusingly, Joyce smiled wider and patted him on the shoulder. "Ah," she said. "The firstborn problem. Where is he?"
"Nursery," Eddie sighed.
"On it. Why don't you go grab a shower?"
The suggestion was gentle, but Eddie still chuckled. He definitely needed that, even he could admit it. When he reemerged from the bathroom in a waft of cinnamon-scented soap, he found Steve, sprawled fully clothed on top of the duvet.
"Joyce said she'll watch him," Steve murmured, exhausted.
Eddie frowned. He moved to Steve and started pulling layers of clothing off of him. He offered Steve the soft grey tee he preferred to sleep in, but let him keep his boxers. It felt like more work than it was worth to get him into different pants. He was disappointed; he'd been hoping that Joyce would offer a better solution than someone else pointlessly watching the baby, but. Still. Sleep was sleep.
They both fell asleep immediately; Eddie dreamed of a unicorn that fed off the native honeysuckle in their yard. Just as the Protect Unicorns Society was telling him the house was going to be taken over by the government, Eddie awoke to a sharp cry, followed by the sound of Steve bolting out of bed.
Eddie followed at a more sedate pace, curious and also alarmed by Steve's movement. In the nursery, Joyce stood in the middle of the room, holding the baby, a bottle of formula in one hand as she rocked.
"Oh, look at that. Less than two minutes and you're both here," she teased with a grin. "It's almost like you're going to hear your child no matter how tired you are. Eddie, I declare you on shift. Steve, go back to bed. He's safe. He's got two great dads. Shifts, boys. You'll survive this."
Eddie took the baby and smiled at Steve. Joyce put both her hands on Steve's shoulders and squeezed.
"It's hard. It's scary. It never gets less hard or less scary," she said gently. "But you've got this. Don't make Eddie call me again. He hated it."
Steve looked at Eddie over Joyce's head and gave him a small smile at the sight of the baby, curled into his chest, quietly calming down. She patted him once more and left.
"We've got this?" Steve asked quietly.
Eddie grinned. "We've got this.”
He shifted the baby to a more comfortable position. The tiny weight in his arms felt both impossibly fragile and remarkably sturdy. He watched Steve's shoulders drop, the tension visibly draining away.
"Joyce is right about shifts, you know," Eddie continued, keeping his voice low and soothing as much for Steve as for the baby.
Steve ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "But you have that commission due next week. You need sleep, too."
"Hey, I've pulled all-nighters for way less important reasons." Eddie smiled, carefully settling into the rocking chair. "Remember when I stayed up three nights straight to finish that D&D campaign for the kids?"
"That was different. This is…" Steve gestured vaguely at the baby, who had started to drift off again, tiny fingers curling around Eddie's shirt.
"This is everything," Eddie finished for him. “This is everything."
Steve Harrington becomes a Miss Honey type of teacher.
Eddie Munson becomes a Miss Frizzle type of teacher.
Both of them make learning effortless and fun.
While they’re at home, they love to bounce lesson plan ideas off of each other.
They help create exciting class projects to do, and give out silly homework assignments.
Field trips are few and far between, but they make sure to push for them, because they want their students to find the joys of learning out in the world.
This year’s school play is fairytale themed.
When it comes to the important standardized tests, their classes usually get the higher scores.
Year after year, when it’s time for their students to move on to the next grade, they get mournful. They get to know their classes so well, it’s hard for them to move on sometimes.
But, they’ll have new students coming in after summer break.
#Eddie 'this is a lot to say to someone you just met but speak on it' Munson#Claudia inviting Steve and Robin to join her book club#and then Steve dropped her off one night when she got too tipsy#and now Dustin doesn't know if his mom is stealing his best friend or if they're dating#Robin neither confirms or denied or tries to clear anything up when Dustin goes to her#she's just like: well. he does have mommy issues
The word is a whisper floating on air. A question. A plea. A prayer. Steve’s head whips up as if pulled by a string.
He doesn’t know what he’s been expecting.
He should’ve been prepared for this - he has seen the sight in front of him in a hundred and more nightmares after all - but somehow, it still manages to make his knees buckle and punch the breath out of him in a weak gasp.
The throne on its dais. The runes glowing on the stone steps. The writhing wall of vines all around it, twitching and hissing as they try to break past the invisible barrier.
“Eddie doesn’t know they’re dating” is my favorite Steddie trope but crucially. he’s actually acting super rationally! Like it’s the 80s in small town Indiana assuming things can get you killed!
But I also love dumbass Eddie with my whole heart so the micro-trope I’ve become obsessed with is “fake relationship but only Eddie thinks it’s fake because of some ambiguous wording”. It’s gold. He has no leg to stand on because Steve has said “we’re dating” multiple times out loud.
Steddie, who have only just started dating, so Eddie is still getting used to how affectionate Steve is.
Actually... scratch that.
Eddie can't get used to it. And he wishes for his own dignity he could get past his swooning when those Dreamboat Harrington tendencies capture him.
Especially now, after Steve all but sauntered up the driveway to greet him with a featherlight kiss on the cheek.
There isn't anyone around to witness this (thank god), as Eddie stands shell-shocked and speechless, watching as Steve wipes sweat from his brow and shakes his head, damp tousles curling like a babe out of an MTV music video.
Steve bounces his basketball, the noise jolting Eddie back into existence. He breathes heavy as he takes his boyfriend in, his greedy eye settling on an obscene pair of gym shorts.
Eddie squares his jaw, lips quivering as he grits his teeth.
Need a fic where Eddie is so frustrated with the fact that the little shits party has figured out the plot twist of the campaign he wrote earlier than he expected them to have the slightest clue, so he wants to surprise them and change the ending but can't seem to figure it out no matter how much he tries to, because it has to be something cohesive with no plot holes or absurdities or anything so disappointing - or else the kids will never let him DM again.
He postpones the next session, making excuses that are believable, but won't be if he takes more than two weeks to come up with a solution. And he's getting so close to the deadline and still can't come up with something good. So he tells Steve about it when they're hanging out, who asks him to recap the story. And then Steve promptly offers an exit that is actually really practical and perfect and oh my god how did I not come up with that this whole time, it was right on the nose - Steve Harrington YOU'RE A GENIUS! Eddie is so excited he kisses Steve on the cheek and runs off to find the closest piece of paper and pen to write it down.
Leaving Steve to his bisexual crisis. Which gets way worse when he later realizes that Eddie probably wouldn't do that normally (he's so wrong about that) so it didn't even mean half of what it meant to him (wrong again, this is the only thing that Eddie will think about every single day for the rest of his life).
Steddie where they meet somewhere around their mid/late 20s and Eddie is convinced he's started dating a single father.
Steve is always talking about the kids. About driving them to school and taking them to doctor appointments or trips. It's sweet, actually, how devoted he obviously is to his kids.
There's Dustin, who Steve is always driving everywhere and bragging about how smart he is. And there's also Max and Erica, his girls who have Steve around their fingers.
And, well, maybe Steve is young to have three kids already, but who's Eddie to judge?
But then Steve is mentioning a Lucas too when he talks about his kids, and a Jane, and okay now Eddie is kinda freaking out. He's been trying to give Steve space and time, to let Steve set the pace and decide when he wants to have the 'do you wanna meet my kids?' conversation, but Eddie can't help but blurt out, "Babe, how many kids do you have?"
Steve looks at him funny, as if Eddie is not making any sense. "What do you mean?"
"You've already mentioned at least five different kids. Is there any more?"
"Oh, they are seven in total."
Seven. Seven fucking kids. How the hell is that even possible? Steve is twenty-six!
"Jesus, how old were you when the first of them was born?"
Understanding glints in Steve's eyes and he laughs so hard that Eddie is a little offended. Who wouldn't be a little frantic after finding out their new boyfriend had seven kids?
"Do you wanna meet them?" Steve asks suddenly, unable to hold back a grin.
An hour later, Eddie finds himself meeting not a bunch of kids but a bunch of grown adults, well in their 20s too, who are very nice and cool but also extremely protective of Steve.
Hadn´t posted this cuz i had so much going on but i did an art exchange as part of @steddiebbang ´s #sbbartexchange26 , this are my colors on @al-at-once ´s Lineart :) i´ve never done asteddie collab or event so im pretty excited, it was sm fun!!
so what if one time while Dustin was staying back a bit late at hellfire to help clean up because his momma raised him right, he's about to leave when Eddie stops him,
"Hey, idiot don't forget your dice." and he tosses the pouch at Dustin, who barely catches it because he's an unathletic loser. He scoffs and smiles anyway, "Thanks dad."
Before Eddie can process that, Dustin walks out, completely oblivious to the fact that he'd even said the D-word. Eddie stands there for way longer than he should, circling through pride, affection, and offense because he is NOT old enough to be a father!
A few weeks go by, Eddie pretty much forgets about it and chooses not to bring it up, because despite what everyone thinks, he isn't the biggest douchebag in the word. (He still is one of course but not the biggest!) Eddie forgets about it until another hellfire session is over, but Dustin took a little too long, and Steve Harrington comes marching into the school.
"Dude, I told you to be quick today! I promised Max and Lucas I'd take them to the movies!" The perfectly styled brunette started to scold, Eddie found himself a little hot under the collar as he glanced between Dustin and his much taller, much more attractive friend.
Dustin rolled his eyes, "Okay, okay, jesus, you're such a nag, mom." He added the "mom" mockingly, Harrington didn't even bristle. "I'm flattered to be compared to your mother, now move your ass." He demanded, dragging Dustin away by his bag.
Eddie was once again, stuck standing there for a little longer than he should've, before his feet were suddenly moving and he burst into the parking lot and luckily, somehow, Harrington and Dustin weren't in their cars yet.
"Henderson called me dad once!" He shouted over at them, a little out of breath. "If you're his mother I think I owe you a date! Or at least child support!" He called, giving Harrington a sharp grin even though a part of him was horrified at his own actions.
Dustin looked ten times more horrified than Eddie felt, but Steve just turned, glanced Eddie over, and paused. "That can be arranged." He smirked a little before getting in his car, Dustin followed, and even over the engine starting Eddie could hear the kid screeching about dignity or something.
They drove away but Eddie's heart was pounding louder than them turning out of the parking lot.
Robin loves Steve in a completely platonic our-souls-were-fused-together-in-an-underground-Russian-torture-bunker kind of way.
She really does but she wishes this man had more self-awareness of who he is and why exactly he can't just - "drop you off. Its raining and I'm already here, Robin. It's not adding to my commute if I let you out at the door."
"That's not the issue."
"Oh, so you don't care about the gas I’m wasting picking you up for school?"
She gives him a flat look, "No."
"Ungrateful youth."
"Okay, Grandpa," She cracks a smile. "It's not that I think you'd mind. It's that everyone else will mind."
Steve raises an eyebrow, "Why would anyone care that you get dropped off??"
"No one cares that -they'll care who is dropping me off?"
Steve is silent for a second - contemplating and also merging into the drop off lane - and then he asks, "Literally why would anyone care about that?"
"Because you're you??!"
"I’m me," He nods slowly. "Your coworker. Your friend. I’m not seeing the problem?"
"Steve 'The Hair' Harrington-"
"Hate that nickname."
"-starts dropping off a nobody girl from band and you think that's not going to disrupt the high school ecosystem? People will think we're dating."
"I don't even go to this school anymore??" Steve says. "Rob, I love you. Tectonically, or whatever. But no one is paying that much attention to other people."
"They are," She insists, "To you."
Steve shrugs.
He then reaches across her and pushes open the passenger side door because, "- oh look at that. The front door. Of the school. Where I’m dropping you off and, gasp. The world didn't explode."
Robin gives him a very flat look, "Don't say gasp."
He grins.
She grabs her backpack and her trumpet case, and tells him, "You're the worst."
"Feeling like the best right now."
"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
Robin doesn't even make it to her locker before being asked if Steve Harrington is her boyfriend.
While Robin is fighting for her life to convince people that she is not dating Steve, Dustin is telling everyone he sees that Steve Harrington is his best friend. Practically brothers. He's kinda like Dustin's sidekick actually.
the fic is now finished!
You can read this part alone if you just want to get a feel for it:
Eddie Munson had been missing for long enough that Wayne started to fear the worst. Even his visits to the hospital has become less frequent, though he knew the kind nurses would let him know as soon as anyone even resembling his nephew showed in their care. Not many Hawkins citizens shared that sentiment, dismissing his boy as a mental case for the way he carried himself, for how he stood out from the crowd.
Other young men his age were the most antagonistic towards him, so Wayne was pleasantly surprised when approached by a well-groomed boy asking him about Eddie.
They've only met a couple of times, Steve always eager to listen more about Eddie and Wayne eager to share the love he has for the son he thought he would never have. He never though of it more than a good person with a big heart, understanding his pain and willing to help.
Until that boy approached him on his way from work. All their other encounters were accidental, usually at the hospital they both frequented. But Wayne can tell Steve was waiting for him, which matched with the way he was looking around, left him on high alert. He was glad the afternoon sun was still above them.
"Son." He smiles and nods at the boy despite himself. "Good to see you."
"Mr. Munson." Steve nods back and to his surprise, falls in step with him instead of stopping to talk.
"Just call me Wayne, son," he corrects him not for the first time, eyeing him with curiosity. "What brings you to this part of town? The hospital is quite a way from here."
"Wayne, sir," Steve starts, but falls silent again. He takes another look around, through the tightly built houses of factory workers and the store fronts squeezed between them.
"Son—"
"I'll bring you Eddie. Alive and well, better than before, even. I promise," Steve suddenly blurts out, not looking at him.
Wayne freezes in his tracks.
Steve makes a frantic step back, reaching out as if ready to pull him forward and continue walking but thinks better of it. He ends up hovering awkwardly next to him.
"I promi—"
Suddenly, Wayne is gripping his arm so hard he can feel the bones under his skin rub against each other.
"Where is he?" he asks, his eyes full of rage Steve has never seen on another human being.
"I do not—I can not tell," he whispers, pleading for him to understand. Something in his face must speak louder than his words, because it's Wayne who looks around their surroundings this time, before pushing him into a small alleyway between buildings. It smells of urine and rotten food and Steve scrunches his nose at it.
"Is he in trouble?" Wayne presses with questions. His grip on Steve's arm loosens, but he knows if he tried to escape, the man would not hesitate to snap his bones.
"Not... exactly," Steve stammers out. "But he is in a... predicament."
Wayne's frown deepens even further.
"Is he kept somewhere?"
"Yes," Steve nods. "But he is safe. He is okay."
"He's okay. Eddie's okay," Wayne repeats, his body sagging under the weight of this revelation for a second before coiling back up like a spring. "Take me to him; what can I do? Where is he?"
Steve shakes his head, trying to dislodge his arm from Wayne's iron grip.
"I can not tell, not yet. He is..." he hesitates. "Eddie is weak. He is getting better but..."
Wayne understands. Whatever his nephew's 'predicament' is, he's not strong enough to escape it right now. He nods. Wonders what his boy got himself into this time and who he will have to quietly dispose of about it.
Steve hisses when the fingers on his arm dig even deeper into his skin.
"Keep him safe," Wayne orders him, the threat in his voice unmistakable.
"I will. I am." Steve nods eagerly. "If I fail I will be the first to punish myself," he says with conviction, and Wayne finally loosens his grip on him.
"Not before pointing me to whoever hurt my son."
"Of course, Mr. Wayne. I would not deprave you of that." With a nod, Steve gently tugs his arm free and backs away, quickly leaving the dark alley back into the sun-lit sidewalk.
As he turns, Wayne spots Eddie's favorite novel sticking out of his coat pocket and the faint smell of peaches lingering behind.
He doesn't trust this kid with his nephew one bit.
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