I have discovered how much I love writing #KevEdd fanfiction. I have three works in progree, plus two originals that I will finish sometime in my lifetime. Here is where I will keep everybody updated on the goings on for my stories.
I’ve been cast in the shadow cast of RHPS for one of my local theaters. It’s being put on by a burlesque group, and I am stepping out of my comfort zone with my very sexy renditions of our beloved characters. What do y’all think? I have been cast as Betty and a Transylvanian.
The first thanksgiving Steve brings Eddie to the Byers’-Hopper’s family thanksgiving, Steve is a little panicked when he can’t find Eddie for 20 minutes.
After all, Eddie was already anxious to be around hopper, and they couldn’t find hop either. Joyce wasn’t as worried at Steve but she was still a bit concerned.
Finally, Steve checks the back yard. And to his fucking shock eddie and Jim as sharing a fucking joint, laughing, talking. Hoppers got his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and if Steve over heard right he called him son.
But he doesn’t want to kill the moment. Not if his boyfriend and lets face it- adopted dad are getting on so well.
He tip toes back inside.
“They out there? Eddie alive?” Joyce worries.
Steve nodds. “Yeah they’re… They’re having a hell of a time. Laughing and shit- did you know hop smokes? Weed?!?”
Joyce looks confused.
“Jim, smoking pot? Yeah since we were wills age! You didn’t know?!” “He’s a cop! He’s a damn cop joyce!” “Exactly! Whose gonna arrest him!”
Listen!!! Him and Joyce canonically hung out together and smoked (atleast cigarettes) together in high school. You’re telling me you don’t imaging a 16 year old joyce and Jim smoking a joint under the bleachers together, fighting off the rumor that they’re together from all their friends. Fuck I want to read abt young Jim and Joyce forever.
The man canonically went on a bender after his daughter died and his wife left him. He knows EXACTLY who reefer Rick is. Why do you think that guy wasn’t in jail until hop went MIA? Like. Dude smokes.
Fanfic writers be like: goddamnit, this idea is so fucking sad it’s making me cry just thinking about it. Let me write it down so I can inflict it on others.
Eddie posts a video where he tells Steve that some people on the internet think that Steve’s more badass than him. Steve is like, “Yeah. Because I am.”
Eddie: That’s not true
Steve: Ed, you don’t even crack the top five most badass people we know.
Eddie: Uh, I preformed live on stage with Judas Priest. Who is more badass than me?
Steve: Nancy
Eddie: Besides her
Steve: El. Hopper. Will. Joyce went Russia. Me. Max. Lucas is badass. Dustin, too. Jonathan Byers! You ever see Robin work through her anxiety? That takes strength.
Eddie: Am i the top of anything? Besides you.
Steve, unamused: You top the leader board of dumbest decisions anybody has ever made when you decided not to follow the plan in ‘86
Eddie: Psh, not like I died.
Steve: You did die! For three minutes. I had to do CPR. You were in the hospital for a month!
Eddie, calling after Steve when he walked away: Wait, you didn’t say Mike. You think I’m more badass than Mike? Only Mike?
(Pt1 of some kind of AU based in misunderstandings)
‘Watch out!’
'Fuck, sorry!’
Eddie had been lost so deep in thought that he hadn’t seen the guy that he walked right into - a hot guy, with a worried look in his brown eyes and a body muscled enough that Eddie just as well might have walked into a brick wall.
It’s 1998 and Steve Harrington is waiting in line at a local department store’s Black Friday sale. The new gameboy color was just released a few days earlier - he figures it’ll be the perfect Christmas gift for all of his little dweebie friends.
Eddie Munson is standing directly behind Steve in line. He’s waiting to buy a new guitar amp - been saving his tip money for months and still can’t afford one at full price; he desperately needs any discount he can get.
After about the first hour of waiting, Steve notices Eddie mumbling to himself. Counting, then re-counting the money in his wallet. Steve Harrington has never re-counted money in his life. Never had to worry about not having enough. Especially not like this guy.
They spark up a conversation in the third hour of waiting. Steve compliments Eddie’s industrial bar piercing in his left ear. Eddie compliments Steve’s beaded hemp bracelet. Steve explains that his best friend made it for him after their first summer apart from one another.
By the final hour, they’re both tipsy. Eddie brought a thermos of spiked hot chocolate and offers to share it with Steve. Both of them tell stories about their worst hangovers and reminisce about their most memorable Christmas mornings as kids. They’re both buzzing and giggling at the stupidest shit. Buzzing so much that they don’t even comment on the fact that they’re huddled close together under the wool blanket that Steve supplied. Thighs touching. Arms overlapping.
Steve has finally worked up the courage to loop his pinky finger around Eddie’s when the line begins to move. He’s more than a little disappointed, but they both gather their things and enter the store.
Luckily, Steve is able to snag enough gameboys for his entire crew of nerdlings. As he gets in line, he watches Eddie studying the price on the amp he has been saving for. He re-counts his cash once more, before hanging his head and walking away without his item.
Not wasting a goddamn second, Steve jumps out of line and grabs the amp box off the shelf. Eddie looks back at him, shaking his head.
“Hey man, you don’t have to do that.” Eddie pleads with him.
But Steve has never had to worry about not having enough. Not even once.
“I know I don’t have to.” Steve shrugs, lugging all of his items to the checkout counter. “But it’s the season of giving, or whatever hallmark shit they say.”
Eddie protests a few more times, but Steve is adamant on doing this. It feels right.
As they walk out of the store, Eddie digs in his back pocket, pulling out a wrinkled neon flyer.
“You should come see my band next Friday.” Eddie hands the paper to Steve, then motions to the amp. “You know, to see this beauty in action.”
Steve nods. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.”
The sun is starting to rise as they both load up their cars. Steve is about to turn the key in the ignition when he acts on his impulses. He runs up to Eddie, who is closing the trunk of his van.
“Here.” Steve grabs Eddie’s wrist and pulls out a black ink pen. He scribbles his phone number there, only legible enough for Eddie to read it.
“Just in case you want to see me before next Friday.”
Steve walks away before he can see Eddie’s reaction, good or bad. He’s brave, but not that brave.
“Hey, Steve!” Eddie calls back.
“Yeah?” Steve takes a deep breath, then turns around. Can’t avoid his reaction now.
"Thank you for this." Eddie winks. "All of this."
He waves his wrist, the one with Steve's phone number sprawled all over it.
"Anytime." Steve answers back. He heads back to his car full of gifts. Smiling the whole ride home.
Eddie calls Steve that Sunday night and they spend their evening just like they had on Black Friday: talking until the sun comes up.
The kids have a running series across all their Tiktok accounts called “Eddie Munson Doing His Best To Get Divorced.” It includes:
Part 3: Mike’s filming. Steve, halfway through putting together a bookshelf, asks Eddie for some help. Eddie says, “Stevie, I’m gay. The internet says I’m allowed to be useless.” Steve is just ????
Part 4: Filmed by El. Eddie hugs Steve from behind and then bites him. She captioned it: Cute!
Part 6: a video filmed by Will of Eddie returning home after taking Steve’s service dog Ozzy to the groomers. Ozzy is pink now. Eddie’s got a smile a mile wide and Steve is just like, “Babe, why?”
Part: 8: a video by Lucas of Eddie changing out the letters on the letter board in the kitchen that used to have a quote about teaching from when Steve did online classes but now says LET’S HAVE SEX.
Part 8.5: a video by Max of Steve noticing what the letter board says fifteen minutes into a zoom study session with his sixth period algebra class four months after Eddie changed it.
Part 13: Dustin is zooming in and out on Steve’s face as he insist that he is not falling asleep. It’s a losing battle because Steve is already laying down on the couch. He shifts the camera up when he sees Eddie so you can see the thought forming in Eddie’s mind right before he throws himself over the back of the couch and directly onto Steve. It obviously startled Steve and wakes him up, but Eddie says as if he did not just scare the life out of him, very casually, “Let’s cuddle, babe.”
Eddie, while Steve is still trying to process what the hell even happened, “You’re watching Lord of the Rings? Without me, Henderson?”
Part 24: Jimmy Fallon asking how Eddie is friends with well-respected, hard hitting journalist Nancy Wheeler and Eddie saying that they actually have a lot in common. His husband has been inside both of them. Erica films her tv. The caption says ‘Boy, he’s going to kill you.’
"Steve can't win a fight" is consistently funny but it's actually funnier when you realise he CAN but only against eldritch abominations from another world. Those are fine. Other teenage boys? Absolutely not.
here's the thing: it's one thing to know you're strong enough to kill a demogorgon. that is good easy knowledge. hit this hard, and the thing will drop dead.
so those are easy fights to win, if you're strong enough.
the challenge is when you're fighting not to kill, but you know you're strong enough to do so. how much do you have to hold back, to make sure you can both walk away from the fight?
steve could never live with the guilt, if he accidentally murdered another teenage boy (yes, even That One). so of course he doesn't win those fights. he's too scared of causing permanent damage, and he overcorrects too hard in the other direction.
Eddie to his Tiktok following: Hey guys, it’s currently eight AM on a Saturday and we just got back from the grocery store because Stevie here needs to make a pie for our neighbor and sworn enemy, Diane.
Steve: You don’t understand because you didn’t grow up in an upper middle class neighborhood, Eddie. This is warfare. She brought us cookies.
Eddie, sarcastically: Wow, thank god I grew up in a trailer park where I never got hate-crimed like this.
Steve: She’s saying that we suck
Eddie: Or, and consider this, she was just being nice? Maybe she was making cookies and wanted to share.
Gareth notices first and as soon as Gareth has a thought he has to share it.
They’re at Hellfire (now hosted in Mike Wheeler’s armpit of a basement) having just finished a long combat when Eddie declares it time for a break and without any further preamble dashes up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and calling dibs on the main bathroom.
The others are taking a bit longer to get to their break. They all stand like they’re in some kind of synchronised swimming competition and all reach up in unison to crack the various bones that need to, heaving out groans and mumbles about shitty chairs.
“So,” Gareth says as he rubs his fingers in his eyes. “Eddie has a crush.”
Jeff collapses back in his chair to burry his face in folded arms with a groan. “I can’t do this again, Gare-Bear.”
Gareth wrinkles his nose at the nickname, and mentally curses his mom for using it around his friends. They’ve never been able to let it go.
“Wait, what?” Dustin asks. His head is bouncing between Gareth, Jeff, and Grant, eyes tracking over their faces to see if they’re just trying to fuck with him. As if Eddie’s love life wasn’t already tragic enough without the added fun of trying to bother some kids with it.
Judging by the chorusing round of sighs and disappointed head shakes from the kids, that was definitely not the right thing to say.
"We've nearly defeated Kyuss," Mike shouted, throwing his hands in the air and shooting Steve a severe glare.
"But all of you are passed out or paralyzed!" Steve shot back, gesturing around the table at the rest of the figurines which were lying on their backs.
"Yeah, but you're a tank! You could take out the monster with one more blow. Now we're going to have to do it all over again.”
But….wasn’t that the whole point? Doing this over and over again? Steve shot a helpless look at Eddie who just gave him his DM witchy grin and spread his hands open wide.
“You can change your mind, Sir Steven,” Eddie offered, “But be warned Kyuss is hungry for flesh,”
Steve hesitated, looking down and around the map.
“No…I don’t think I’m gonna.”
"God, you're so stupid sometimes, Steve," Dustin groaned, letting his head fall onto the table with a soft thunk as the rest of the party started yelling. Steve forced himself to smile, his cheeks flushing as his stomach did an uncomfortable flip flop. It was loud, it was hot, and Steve just wanted to go home.
"Stop it.”
Eddie voice cut through the rest of them. It wasn’t like he had spoken particularly loud, it was his tone. Severe, and brimming with uncharacteristic rage. Enough to make all of them quiet down and look at Eddie with wide eyes. Steve’s anxiety got even worse, and he was sure that Eddie was about to start yelling at him. Steve let his eyes slip down, shame making all the bones in his body ache.
"I'm sure all of you were strategic geniuses the first time you played, right? You never stumbled or needed a second to think about the right move to make?” Eddie practically snarled, throwing dirty looks at every one of the kids. Steve sucked in a breath and dared a glance up, not quite believing what he was seeing.
Eddie was defending him. Him. Steve. And he wasn’t done yet
“You all moan and grumble and fucking whine about how 'Steve never plays DnD with us', 'Steve won't even give it a chance', ‘He would see if he just played once’” Eddie said, raising his voice to a high pitched nasally yowl, “Of course he doesn't want to give it a chance, you are all being jerks.”
“Steve can handle it,” Max said with a roll of her eyes.
“Yeah he can,” Eddie agreed easily, sparing a quick glance over toward Steve, “but that doesn’t mean he should have to. Especially not from you all. You little nerds have never had to deal with this, because you’re always ahead of the rest, but take it from the guy who failed his senior year twice- Being called stupid your whole life hurts .”
Eddie let the final word ring out, not bothering to hide the pain that lived in those words. Steve had never really considered that Eddie might’ve heard the same things he did, cause Eddie was the smartest person Steve knew besides Dustin and maybe Will.
“From now on anyone calling anyone else stupid is getting 10 HP knocked off of their stats. Permanently. I don't want to hear that word. Got it?”
The kids all nodded, guilt weighing down their shoulders and lowering the mood. One by one they quietly apologized to Steve, Eddie nodding in satisfaction as they did.
Steve didn’t really know what to think. Eddie turned towards him, and Steve stiffened up, both worried and intrigued.
“You can roll to run away. That's actually probably the smartest thing you could do here, seeing as you're pretty much the only member of the party left standing.” Eddie said softly, giving Steve a gentle smile, “Still wanna do it?”
Steve nodded, ready to fight this battle another day.
Eddie gained a pretty good following before he ever mentioned that he’s married. One day, he’s scrolling his FYP and he sees a Tiktok where someone zooms in on a picture of Eddie and Steve at Max and Lucas’ wedding like, “Umm, why does my math teacher have a picture on his desk with the guitarist from that band my dad listens to?”
Eddie stitches the video later that day where he zooms in and out on Steve grading papers on the couch before flipping the camera back over to himself, “Umm, why is your math teacher my husband?”
“Sometimes,” Gareth drawls. He’s sitting behind his kit, twirling a drumstick in his fingers, thoughtful. “Sometimes I think this town really is cursed.”
“Dude.” Jeff warns.
“Let me finish. I think this town is cursed, and Eddie’s a part of it—”
“Dude!”
“Let me finish! Town’s cursed, Eddie’s involved, but he’s not the source. He’s a victim.”
Jeff and Francis exchange a look.
”And the true source.” He rises, getting on a roll. “The true source is hiding in plain sight, something—”
He cuts his eyes at them.
“—or someone no one would expect. The true source…” He whirls his drumstick with a dramatic flourish then snaps his arm to its full extension and points outward, into the wild blue yonder that is the world beyond his parents’ garage. “…is Him.”
Him, being: Steve Harrington, parked at the end of the driveway. Steve Harrington, opening the passenger side door of his rich boy Beemer. Steve Harrington, who drove Eddie to band practice. Who’s shouldering Eddie’s gig bag. Who’s helping Eddie out of the car.
Jeff and Francis watch for a moment in silence, then turn back to Gareth in sync.
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