Prompt #8 - "Where's the Beef?" | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: AU, Office Setting, Meet Cute, Misunderstanding, Free Donuts!
"Eddie, can we chat?"
Eddie looks up from his desk, er, well, the desk he'd commandeered months ago. He nods, wondering if the jig is finally up.
Steve Harrington is standing in the doorway of his office, a tight smile plastered on his face. And oh yeah, Eddie's definitely fucked.
Holding open his arm, Steve gestures towards the chair across from him. Eddie takes it. Steve's face is confused. Kind, too. But mostly confused.
"Eddie," Steve starts, tapping away on his keyboard. Stuttered little henpecks that Eddie finds endearing. "After our audit, I can't seem to find any files submitted by you. Not for a while. Not ever, actually."
Eddie grins, in a way that he hopes looks impish, throwing up his hands in a 'what can you do?' motion.
"And everybody has to pull their weight. I can't have someone on the payroll that isn't contributing. Have you done anything?"
Eddie shakes his head.
"So, um, I'm really sorry to do this. But I'm going to have to let you go."
"You can't," Eddie says plainly.
"Eddie, I don't have a choice. There's literally nothing from you! You're doing no work! Where's the beef? Not here, not from you."
Eddie laughs. Steve's funny. In a dorky way.
"You can't fire me," Eddie says again, playing with him, just a little. He's gotten to know Steve, and has liked him a lot.
"I am, and I will. You are fired," Steve says, but doesn't seem all that sure about it.
Eddie finally smiles, "Steve. I don't work here. I've never worked here. I'm here for the free cake and good conversation."
Steve's brow creases, confusion coloring his features, "No. That's not. I put you at that desk."
Eddie nods. Yep. He definitely did that.
"You were a temp?" Steve says, voice lilting up as though he's unsure.
"Yeah, just not for you," Eddie answers, pointing to the other side of the building, "I was a temp over there, and you guys were having donuts, and I wanted donuts, and then I had a desk. It's a nice desk."
"Am I even paying you?"
Eddie shakes his head.
"Then, what do you do for work?" Steve asks, "You're here every damn day."
Eddie laughs, "I'm a musician. At night. And I'm not always here. Just Fridays. Some Tuesdays."
Steve laughs at that, running his hand down his face. Clearly exasperated.
Then, he stands, walking towards his office door, closing it with a heavy snick.
Eddie stands, too. It was just a joke. He'll pay for the cake if that's what it takes. As long as Steve doesn't call the cops. As long as he isn't trespassed and arrested.
As long as Steve isn't really mad at him.
"I didn't mean to upset you," Eddie says in a rush. "I'm sorry. I like you. I didn't mean to keep coming in."
Steve stalks towards him. Eddie keeps talking.
"I pretended I worked in the field four days a week. Then, I'd come in here, enjoy casual Friday and eat whatever the employee snack of the week was. Steve. I'm sorry."
Steve places a hand in the center of Eddie's chest. Fisting his casual Friday t-shirt.
"Eddie Munson," Steve says, then furrows his brow, "You are Eddie Munson, right?"
"I am, I've never lied about anything else, and technically I didn't even say that. You did. You gave me a desk and I just took it. I liked you, and you had donuts, so I went along."
Steve laughs, and it sounds a little unhinged.
"Do you know that you've driven me crazy?" Steve asks.
"What—?"
He's kissed. Well and fully kissed, and Eddie leans into it. Hands finding Steve's back, pulling him closer. Kissing him, or being kissed, Eddie can't be sure which. But he likes it. He likes Steve. Steve's the reason Eddie kept coming back, because Eddie loves seeing Steve every Friday.
He'd help him run the copier, or volunteer to go with him to pick up the donuts or cake. Pizza. Tacos. Bagels. They've had everything.
And he's had fun. So much fun.
Steve pulls back, licking his lips, eyes looking a little wild, "Do you have any idea how long I wanted to do that? But I couldn't. Because you worked here, Eddie."
Eddie gives him a sheepish smile.
But Steve shakes his head, "All this time. All this time I could have asked if you wanted to go out for a drink. Or dinner. Anything. But I didn't. Because it would have been inappropriate."
"I'm sorry," Eddie says, because he never thought Steve liked him like that. Eddie had a crush. But what's new? Eddie always has a crush on people he shouldn't. And sure, Steve was nice and friendly while Eddie flirted shamelessly, but Eddie never thought he had a chance. Not even once, or he'd…
"Just," Steve says, looking exhausted, "Do you want to get a fucking drink?"
Eddie laughs, guffaws actually, nodding. "I'd love that."
"Well, good. Now, are you gonna go with me to pick up the build your own sundae bar?"
"Absolutely," Eddie confirms, bowing, holding out his arm for Steve to go first.
"And then you'll tell all your co-workers what you've been doing?"
"Uh," Eddie says, sheepish, "I'm pretty sure they already know."
Steve shakes his head, but huffs out a laugh.
Before
Eddie sees the donuts being carried in. Box after white box.
And well, Eddie wants a donut. So, he follows the handsome man in the suit into the meeting room, and takes a seat along the window. Out of the way. Hoping to go unnoticed.
Eddie gets his donut. And then a second, but when he tries to sneak away, he's caught.
"Steve Harrington, CEO," Steve Harrington, CEO says.
Eddie nods.
"Eddie. Eddie Munson," Eddie offers.
"Welcome, Eddie. It's always nice to see a new face. Do you have a desk yet?"
Eddie shakes his head. He most certainly does not.
"Well, let me find you one."
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I'm really feeling the accessories in these, and I used a vintage scarf on Hopbear's hat (full 'fit coming soon...), made a wristband from pink ribbon and and a black bead and a bracelet using jewellery chain, and used another armband from an actual festival I went to, so here's some detail shots (nobody use this as an excuse to zoom in reeeeal close on Joe's belly, nuh-uh, nope... 👀)
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Written for the first of the @steddiemicrofic 3rd year anniversary celebration prompts, three | WC: 333 | Rating: E | POV: Steddie, but ambiguous | CW: 18+, SMUT, NSFW, MDNI, explicit sexual content, allusions to homophobia
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“Baby, it's our third anniversary. I know you can do this. Will you try? For me?”
“Please, I– I don't know if I can.”
His voice is strained, he sounds in pain. But he loves his boyfriend, so he's willing to try.
It's been a hard three years.
To start with, they dallied around each other for ages, too shit scared to admit how they felt in case the other didn't reciprocate, and wasting so much time in the process.
Then, they had to navigate coming out to their friends, revealing their relationship, and deciding how much affection they could safely express in public.
After, there was the excitement, and anxiety, around shared accommodation, not least the necessity and extra expense of renting a two-bed lest people asked questions.
But it's also been amazing. Joyful. Wondrous. Having a loving boyfriend to come home to, to build a life with, and give just as much love back to in return? Worth it.
But this boyfriend isn't above asking for demanding what feels like the impossible.
He’s already made him cum twice. First with his mouth on their shared sofa, cumming in his pants as he humped himself against his leg.
Then again in the shower as they cleaned up, this time with fingers in his ass as his wet body trapped his still-sensitive cock between his belly and the cold tile.
And now, as his beau rails him into their shared mattress, their hard work and adoration and devotion flowing between them, he falls over the precipice one final time as the love of his life spills inside of him.
He's rewarded with tender kisses peppered all over his sweaty, aching body, knowing the aftercare will be just as sweet. And yet his boyfriend is still somehow of the opinion that he's the lucky one, as he squeezes his ass cheek one last time and mumbles into the crook of his neck,
“Thank you, baby. I knew you could do it. Best. Gift. Ever.”
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A/N: Hmm, I only have 333 words for this most meaningful of microfics, what shall I concentrate on? *slams hand on table* SMUUUTTT!!!
I’m soooooo embarrassed. My lord told me “good night,” but I thought he was calling me a good knight, and, well, you could hear it clink against my codpiece.
Written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘pride’ | WC: 481 | Rating: T | CW: flirting, implied ogling, self-delusion, pining, getting together | Tags: either post-S4 or a no Upside Down AU | A/N: they're idiots your honour | Steddie masterlist | General masterlist
Steve's proud of his self-control, never reacting to Eddie's near-constant salaciousness. Eddie wouldn't be genuinely interested in him anyway, he's made his views on jocks abundantly clear. So Steve projects impassivity, disguising the effects Eddie has. There's no flirty comebacks, squirming or tittering, despite it all bubbling up inside him.
If Eddie leans in, Steve elbows him away with a derisory chuckle. Stripping to swim, Steve’ll fling his sweater at Eddie’s face rather than fluster at his ogling. And should Eddie glance at his lips for more than a second, Steve immediately looks away.
However, when Eddie heaves himself out of Steve's pool one afternoon and strides towards him, dripping, skin gleaming, black shorts clinging to his thighs and hips, nipples peaked and hair flopping around him like a wet puppy, Steve struggles. Eddie stops between his knees, water droplets tumbling from sopping locks. The chilly shower scatters over Steve's thighs, lap, chest as Eddie leans further… further… biceps tensing, arms braced against Steve's lounger as he smirks, murmuring,
“Y’okay there, big boy? You look altogether too hot.”
Steve swallows; Eddie's eyes follow the movement. Steve reddens, too fast to dismiss as sunburn, and his composure finally cracks. Voice surprisingly steady, he ripostes,
“Too hot for you, Munson.”
Something unidentifiable flashes across Eddie’s face, and he backs off, mouth levelling, chin dipping. Steve regrets it immediately; he meant to sound teasing, not harsh. After that, Eddie stops bantering entirely, and Steve hankers for Eddie's roguish glances and provocative touches, realising far too late that pride really does come before a fall…
“I don't understand. You're… moving?”
Robin’s aghast, disbelieving Eddie would leave everything to go work for Wayne's buddy two towns over.
“I can't stay in Hawkins, Robs. I pulled out my best moves and got nothing, and yesterday he literally told me to my face that I'm not good enough for him. I can't be around here anymore. Let me keep what little pride I have left.”
Robin sighs,
“That's not true, trust me. Just talk to him before doing anything rash, please?”
Eddie does. Van packed, he almost drives past Steve's street as he heads out, but he promised Robin, so…
“Look man, I'm sorry if I ever took things too far. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable, or fluster you. But don’t worry ‘cuz I'm leav– oof!”
His grip on Eddie's collar is rough but Steve's lips are soft as he drags a very confused Eddie inside. There's not an ounce of pride left in Steve as he backs up against the closed door and yanks Eddie towards him, unabashedly grinding his hips upwards. As Eddie whines and instinctively reciprocates, Steve, hungry, rumbles,
“Fuuuck, I thought I'd lost you. I'm such a jackass. Seriously, fluster me Eddie, flirt with me again. A lot, please. Gimme a chance to show you how it really makes me feel…”
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Rating: 18+ minors gtfo
Summary: Steve's mom has been watching her son and the Munson boy all summer.
CW: Implied sex, getting caught
Pairing: Eddie x Steve
Word Count: 2.1k
Sylvia Harrington isn’t blind.
She sees how girls look at her son. Has watched it for years as he grew from an adorable child into a teenager that made all the girls blush and whisper and giggle behind their hands.
She still sees it even as her son became a man, but she’s also noticing how other boys sometimes look at him, too.
Especially the Munson boy.
She knew his father in high school. They were in the same grade and he was always causing trouble. Couldn’t sit still, couldn’t stop running his mouth, always got into fights. She sees that same kind of chaotic energy in his son.
But she also went to school with Wayne Munson. He was a senior when she was a sophomore. He had a quiet kindness about him. He was soft spoken, polite, a gentleman even. He held doors open for girls. Not just the cheerleaders like her, but the bookish girls too, the shy ones, the ones who didn’t have as many friends as she did. She always heard him say please and thank you, even to the lunch ladies. One time another senior boy ran into her in the hallway, knocking her to the ground and sending her books flying. It was Wayne who stopped and collected her things, apologized for the other boy’s actions, and helped her to her feet. He called her ma’am in that accent he had, and she never forgot it.
She sees him in the young Munson boy as well.
Sylvia has been spending more time at home since the earthquake struck Hawkins. She’s been tired of watching her husband like a hawk and regretted not being around more for her son. So she’s seen him, Eddie. Despite the rumors that went around town, she trusts her son’s judgment about who he brings into their home. She had thoughts about the Buckley girl, worried that she was trying to latch onto her son, that she wasn’t good enough for him.
But she was wrong. She sees how they look at each other. How they act with each other. Robin is like the sister Steve always needed and she wasn’t able to provide. She’s also seen how the girl looks at the red head who comes over for pool parties and knows just how wrong she was.
So she chose to trust Steve’s intuition about the Munson boy. And she watches them. She’s seen how he holds doors open for her son. How he jumps out of his seat to get him a fresh can of pop from the cooler and hand it over with a smile. A smile she doesn’t see him give anyone else. She’s seen how he sticks around after their get togethers and helps clean up the messes the younger children have made.
Her heart warmed with that familiar surprise and delight when he popped his head in the living room before leaving and thanked her for letting them all invade her pool. He called her ma’am.
So yes, she’s seen how Eddie looks at her son, how soft and kind he is with Steve, how helpful. She’s seen the chaotic energy that must have been inherited from his father, but also the way he's a gentleman that must have been taught to him by his uncle.
And she’s seen the way her son looks at him, too.
The way he smiles and ducks his head when just the two of them are talking. The blush that dusts his cheeks every time a door is held open for him or their fingers graze when a cold can is handed to him. The twinkle in his eyes when the other boy makes him laugh.
Her son looks at Eddie Munson the way girls in town always looked at him.
So it’s not a surprise to her at all when she glances out the window one evening, hours after the children went home and the mess was cleaned up, to see her son and Eddie still sitting by the side of the pool, the only light coming from the blue water below them. It’s not a surprise at all when she sees the Munson boy cautiously inch his hand over until it’s covering Steve’s. Nor is it a surprise when Steve looks down, smiles, and laces their fingers together.
Eddie says something that she can’t make out, they're too far away and she was never good at reading lips. But then her son nods, it’s a small thing, but just enough for her to see it. The Munson boy leans in slowly and kisses her son.
She feels a lot of things, but surprise is definitely not one of them. She’s touched by how gentle Eddie is. How chaste it is. She’s overwhelmed with emotion when they pull away and smile at each other bashfully and sees how happy her son looks. She doesn’t remember the last time her husband kissed her, much less when it made her smile like that. She feels a little jealous, but pushes that away in favor of the joy that her son found someone who appreciates him so much. She’s struck with fear, because the world is a cruel place and she wants nothing more than for these two sweet boys to be sheltered from it. She also feels like she’s intruding on a moment that doesn’t belong to her, that she shouldn’t have been whiteness to in the first place.
Her son’s first kiss with a boy he likes.
She leaves them be and goes to her room with tears in her eyes.
As the weeks go on and she watches them sit closer together and steal hidden glances and smiles when the others' backs are turned, or accidentally catches sight of them kissing or embracing, she feels her motherly instincts to protect them increase. She meets with the women’s group and her book club, and hears the way they talk about Eddie Munson like he’s a plague they want to rid the town of. How brash he is, how frightening, how dangerous. She finds it’s her duty to stand up for him, and tells these busybodies that she’s known him for months, had him in her home many times, that he’s polite and kind, that they should know better than to judge a child for the sins of their father, or to believe rumors like they’re gospel.
She can’t protect these boys from the world, but she can do her damnedest to protect them from town gossip.
And she watches, sees Eddie out in public from time to time, and notices that the women who once looked at him with scorn now do nothing more than look the other way or maybe even offer him a kind smile that he returns with a look of surprise.
That look is nothing, she’s certain, compared to the look of surprise on her face when she enters Steve’s room one afternoon. She had been out shopping and picked up a sports magazine for him, some new issue that just hit the stands that she thought he might like. She was going to set it on his bed for him to find later but wasn’t expecting him to be home. She didn’t see his car parked in the driveway, later finding out he had stowed it in the garage due to the impending rain.
So not only was she surprised to find him home, but even more so to see him there with Eddie. She’s sure she let out an undignified yelp before slapping her hand over her eyes and quickly backing out of the room and shutting the door. Though she moved as fast as she could, it didn’t prevent her from seeing them together. Tangled in the sheets, clothes strewn about the floor, lips pressed together, and her son’s legs wrapped around the other boy's waist.
As mortified as she is for walking in on something like that, she can’t imagine how embarrassed they must be.
She rushes down the stairs after hearing muffled sounds of panic and a loud thud, most likely the Munson boy falling to the floor. He’s never seemed to move very gracefully from all she’s seen over the last few months. She wants to give them privacy, debates on whether or not she should just get back into her car and drive around for a while, but as she stands frozen in the hallway unsure of what to do, her son’s bedroom door opens.
In mere moments he’s in front of her, red faced and stammering with a look of fear she’s never seen on him before. Eddie stands at the bottom of the stairs, hair wild and eyes large. She’s watched them so much and hates seeing them look so afraid.
Afraid of her.
Eddie’s eyes dart between her son and the door, as if he doesn’t know what would be better, to stay here and face whatever wrath he’s expecting, or to run. She can’t even hear what her son is saying in his panicked state, she’s so focused on the other boy. On how he looks at the door, takes a deep breath, balls his fists, and meets her eyes. There’s a steely determination there. It’s the look of a man who isn’t going to back down, who’s ready to fight for who he loves.
A smile grows on her face and she hears her son start to stutter and lose momentum. These boys are so lovely. So strong and brave. She fears that the world will be cruel, but knows in her heart that if anyone can handle it, it’s these two. Together.
Sylvia looks at her son and rests her small hand on his cheek. He’s gotten so tall. She remembers when he barely reached her hips and would throw both of his arms around her leg and not want to let go. He was the sweetest little boy and now he’s grown into this wonderful man. Someone Richard Harrington never was. And she’s so glad for it.
“It’s ok, baby. I’m not upset with you. Either of you. I’m sorry for barging in like that, I didn’t mean to.”
Steve stares at her with wide eyes and Eddie inches his way closer. “You’re…you’re not?”
“Of course not, Cookie.” She hears Eddie snicker at the nickname she hasn’t used since her son was little. “I’ve been watching you two all summer. And I’m so happy for you.”
Her son sniffles and looks over at the other boy. They share a small smile and he reaches out. Eddie steps closer and takes his hand. “So you’re um…you’re ok with this? With us?”
“It’s not the life I envisioned for you,” she says. Their faces start to fall and she places her hand on Eddie’s arm. “It’s so much better. You’ve found someone who cares for you. Who appreciates you. I just wish the world was a safer place for you both. I want you to know that no matter what, you’re always safe here. Eddie, you’re always welcome in our home. You boys just might want to think about locking the door next time.”
Her son’s face flushes crimson and Eddie hides his on Steve’s shoulder as he stifles his laughter.
That night before bed, after the awkwardness has died down, her son hugs her for the first time in a long time. It’s different than when he was small, but she loves it just the same.
Over the next few months, she watches. She sees how they don’t hide their affections anymore when the others are around. How Eddie has become more comfortable in their home. How her boys, because they’re both hers now, fall further and further in love with each other.
And she doesn’t mean to hear it. She tries to keep her distance and give them their space when the others have gone home and it’s just the two of them together. But it happens anyway. She’s heading to her room, about to get ready for bed, when she hears them through the small crack of Steve’s open bedroom door. She hears Eddie stammering as he does when he’s nervous, hears her son reassuring him that he can tell him anything. She hears when they say I love you for the first time.
She quietly closes the door, hoping neither boy noticed her presence, and smiles to herself. The world is big and scary and dangerous. But under her roof, under her protection, these two boys are as safe as they possibly can be to love each other in their own special way. And she feels honored that she’s gotten to watch it all happen.
I love her love for them. And in my brain, she called him Cookie when he was little because his moles she loved so much reminded her of a chocolate chip cookie.
Thank you for reading! I really needed something sweet today and thought I'd share it with you.
June Prompt: Pride | Word Count: 481 | Rating: T | CW: Mild Sexual Content | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Canon Divergence, The Upside Down is Gone, But In The Aftermath Steve Still Needs Something To Do
"It looks clean enough to me!" Eddie hollers, standing on the front porch, putting in his two cents.
Steve's been scrubbing his car with a sponge for an hour. Suds running down, which he then rinses off with the garden hose, before scrubbing some more. Their water bill's gonna be sky-high.
"It's not," Steve says, hand still moving in tight circles, soaping up the car.
"If you say so," Eddie says, sitting down on the porch swing. Swaying with the breeze. It smells like rain. That figures. Steve will scrub and shammy that car to gleaming, then get water spots from the rain.
"It's a point of pride for some of us, you know? Having a clean car," Steve answers, not looking back at Eddie.
It's more than a little pointed. Eddie's truck is still muddy from the last time he and the boys took it offroad, where they promptly got stuck and had to push it out. But Eddie doesn't mind. It's mud. It's fine. It's gonna rain eventually.
But that's not good enough for Steve.
No, he needs something he can fix, Eddie's pretty sure. Their lives had been in such upheaval for so long, that Eddie thinks Steve always needs something else to focus on now that the Upside Down is toast.
Even if it's all but washing the paint off that car.
When Steve finally finishes, stepping back, admiring his handiwork, Eddie leans over the porch railing.
"Hey. I forgot to tell you. Wayne's wondering if you could pick him up from the plant tonight?" Eddie asks, knowing full well he's lighting a fuse.
Steve's hands find his hips, disappointment all over his face. He'd never tell Wayne no, not ever, but he's obviously thinking of the dirt road he'd have to go down to get there. In his freshly washed car.
He looks pitiful.
Eddie puts him out of his misery.
"I'm just kidding."
"You're an asshole," Steve says, tossing the wet sponge towards Eddie, which Eddie ducks. It lands with a splat on the porch.
"I'm your asshole, though."
Steve sighs.
"I don't know why," he huffs, climbing the steps, and Eddie falls in behind him, right on his heels. Crowding close to Steve's back.
"No idea at all?" Eddie pesters, reaching around, cupping Steve through his jeans. Giving him a gentle squeeze. A promise for more, if Steve's game.
He is. He always is, even when Eddie's annoying the shit out of him, and Eddie cackles running off for the bedroom, certain Steve will give chase.
Eddie's sprawled on the bed, just in time to watch Steve tug his damp shirt over his head, tossing it away, before covering Eddie's body with his own. Kissing him. Lacing their fingers together, squeezing, his wedding ring pinching Eddie's skin.
It's non-legal, at least for now, and Eddie knows that's something else Steve would love to fix.
many of us OG steddies are soon approaching our 4 year anniversary and it’s truly wild to think we have a whole ass bachelors degree in devotion to a tragically doomed fictional gay ship from the 1980’s
2026 Big Bang project reveal time! I'm so excited to get to work with @lamoabss as the artist for this Big Bang project! I'm thrilled you were interested in teaming up to work on my NFL Steve AU submission! I can't wait to have so much fun!❤️
Details:
Rating: E
Estimated Word Count: 60,000-65,000
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson & Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson & Gareth, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley
Characters: Robin, Gareth, Wayne, Dustin, Tommy, Chrissy, Goodie, Jeff
Tags: Sports AU, American Football, Modern Setting, NFL Football Player Steve Harrington, Hobby Shop Owner Eddie Munson, Getting Together, Falling in Love, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Closeted Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Secret Relationship, Boys in Love, Happy Ending
Summary:
If there's anything Eddie Munson knows, it's that he doesn't give two shits about sports, or the people who play them. Professionally, or otherwise. It's practically the charter entry in The Munson Doctrine, despite growing up with his Uncle Wayne glued to games on the television year-round. Sports just don't interest Eddie. Never have, never will.
Enter, Steve Harrington.
Henderson dragging this football player into his store wasn't in Eddie's game plan, but, well, Eddie supposes there's an exception to every rule in the book. And now, here Eddie is, living a sports-filled life he never could have predicted.
Eddie learns about football.
Eddie cares about football.
It's honestly quite troubling.
Excerpt:
"Jesus H. Christ, look at that thing," Eddie says in a barely hushed whisper, reverent, eyes trained on Steve on the jumbotron screen at the end of the field. He looks to the other side of the field, because that screen is even bigger. It's trained on Steve as he swings his leg high into the air.
He's right there.
It's right there.
"Gareth. Look."
Gareth scoffs. "Would rather not."
"But you can see it, right?" Eddie asks, eyes glued to the live feed of Steve's lower body, his crotch, being projected into the stadium. It's all Eddie can focus on. The camera operator must be a perv. He deserves a raise. Why didn't Eddie bring binoculars? Fuck. Coulda, woulda, shoulda. "I'm not hallucinating it?"
"No, unfortunately everybody with eyes can see it. White pants? With that hog? Children are here."
Eddie laughs, "God bless tight white pants. I think I love football. I wonder if he'd wear them for me, up close and personal? For science."
The woman behind him says 'ew' through a laugh, but she leans forward, grasping both of Eddie's shoulders, making Eddie jump as she squeezes a little too hard, her lips resting near his ear, whispering, "Hi. Eddie? You're Eddie, right?"
Eddie nods. She continues:
"Great. He's not out. So can you just be cool? And less horny? Please?"
He turns. She's a cute lesbian. Well, he thinks so anyway. His gaydar is very rarely wrong. Steve did confuse it a little, he can't get everyone right on first impression. Why is she footballing? She doesn't look like she'd enjoy that any more than Eddie would. And why does she know his name?
"Nearly everybody around you are season ticket holders. They know exactly whose seats you're in. Just. Be quieter with your cock color commentary. Please and thank you."
Eddie swallows. He never would have thought of that.
"They come to every game?" Eddie asks, because, like. Seriously? That doesn't sound fun.
"Every game," she confirms, "and I'm really happy for him. You're cute. For a boy. But. Zip your lip. Got it?"
Eddie nods.
He knew she was as queer as he is.
"I'm Robin, I'm his best friend," she says, finally introducing herself.
Eddie turns, "Does Henderson know that?"
She rolls her eyes.
"He's a little shit. He can say whatever he wants, he's always running that mouth of his. But I know the truth. Who is here right now? Me. I don't see him, do you?"
Eddie grins, "I own a hobby shop. Henderson is a regular. That's how I met Steve."
She raises an eyebrow, "I am aware of exactly who you are, Eddie. If you have any other questions, just ask."
Eddie grins, wickedly. "I do have one."
"Okay," she says, suspicious. Rightfully so.
He leans back, getting closer to her, "Is it a cup?"
She sighs, rolling her eyes as she slumps back in her seat.
He raises an eyebrow, waiting.
"It's not," she grits out, and Eddie is delighted with this information.
She seems to be weighing something, but finally she leans forward, "Do you know what Reddit is?"
Eddie rolls his eyes. Yes. He's new football, not earth. He nods.
"Check the NFL Bulges subreddit, then. He's a frequent post subject. I hate that I know this. I should not have to know this."
Eddie laughs, absolutely thrilled that this is a real thing that exists. Maybe he can get down with football.
Happy 3rd Anniversary, Tuesday's Gone With the Wind!
It honestly seems like these versions of these characters have been with me forever at this point. There's a distinct Before Tuesday's and After Tuesday's when it comes to my fic writing for Steddie, and Stranger Things in general. 🎸
I wrote a whole love letter to them on the 1st anniversary of it being posted, so I won't do that all over again. My feelings remain unchanged.
To celebrate, here's the opening credit sequence to the documentary that all the interviews that ran through this fic were for. I don't think I've ever posted it here to Tumblr before.
I still miss these characters. I'm just grateful I get to swing by and say hi to them every now and again through different ficlets set in this universe.
And each time someone new finds Tuesday's, or someone comes back for a re-read, and leaves me a comment that brings these characters back to the forefront of my mind, it makes my whole day. Thank you to each and every one of you that has ever given this fic a chance. ❤️
I cannot express how excited I am to announce that I'll be part of this year's Steddie Big Bang! I've been a little absent lately, and part of that is because I've been hammering away at an admittedly huge project. It's not just a story I'm writing, but eleven different stories of our beloved Steve and Eddie. Huge thanks to the fine people running the @steddiebbang along with my beta reader Eli and my artist @the-winged-doe! This is my first time participating in the Bang and I'm so thankful to have them by my side!
Now! What's it all about?!
In 2019 Ingrid Michaelson released the album Stranger Songs, inspired by the first few seasons of Stranger Things. Eleven tracks that encapsulate the emotions and themes of the show, each one painting a picture of the story being told.
Using her songs as inspiration, these are eleven vignettes in which Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson live stories of their own. Each chapter tells a different tale, from different worlds and moments in time. Whether it’s a knight and prince, a nurse and patient, childhood best friends, or freak show performers, no matter what universe they find themselves in, it’s undeniable. They will always find each other and their inevitable happy ending.
I can't wait to start sharing these stories with you!
