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Nancy: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Robin: I sleep with a knife.

Eddie: Both of you are pathetic.

Nancy: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Eddie: Steve.

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An idea I had set in an Eddie survived verse. Where Steve and Eddie become trapped in Upside Down affected Hawkins. A huge fault splitting them from the rest of the gang. Away from everything safe, constantly having to survive creatures warped by the creeping dread. A fighting battle to stay safe in a ever changing environment. But, not so safe for Eddie who is hearing Vecna every night.

Glimpse of Us

Steve Harrington X Eddie Munson

⚠️ Warnings: this whole thing is just painful ⚠️

"You fill my lungs with sweetness, and you fill my head with you..."

The unfamiliar song started to play softly through the speakers of Steve Harrington's car, leaving him with a feeling of dread and sorrow. It was a foggy afternoon and the trees surrounding the town of Hawkins were tall and provided shade from the very little sun that poked through the clouds. It was darker than usual, a reflection of how Steve felt inside. The soft smell of petrichor filled his senses as he rolled the window down in an attempt to catch the air as he drove by. He was by himself today. No Henderson from the backseat to shout and cheer at the latest adventure they had. No Robin in the passenger side fixing her mascara and droning on about her love of Vickie. No one but the crisp cool air and soft rain starting to fall from the sky, so soft one might miss it if they weren't actively feeling rainy inside. Steve tousled his hair and wiped at his face as he continued down the path to the familiar clearing in the woods; somewhere he would be completely isolated and alone.

Pulling up alongside the road, he put his car in park and slumped against the wheel. His head hurt from the night before as he had stayed up later than normal, drinking an endless amount of coffee to get him through work and then through home. His cardigan felt heavier than usual as he wrapped it around himself quickly, trying to trap in any warmth before turning off the car and walking outside.

The King of Hawkins High now had a slight limp in his walk ever since the battle for his home. His hair was starting to lighten up at the roots and he had lost a couple pounds. Chiseled jawline and sad eyes completed the forlorn look he now wore with contemptness. Vecna was a thing of the past, but the pain the monster left him was far greater than anything that could truly heal over time. Today was full of nostalgia for him so he decided to release his emotions in the only way he knew how to; talking to Eddie.

The trees eventually opened up into the bright and beautiful field he had known all too well; the grassy meadow was a bright yellow in contrast to the darkness of the rest of the world which Steve figured was his friend's doing. Such a happy corner of the universe but such a sad day it held within its corners. 1986.

Eddie looked lovely today. The birds were flying overhead in intricate but beautiful patterns in the sky, keeping a watchful eye on everything happening down below. They paid no mind to Steve as he frequented this place often. Besides from Dustin, he was the only other human to walk this place with the knowledge of what it truly meant. Visions of Eddie running around with Dustin himself, bright eyed and beaming grins as they pranced about the meadow with their makeshift swords and shields. Robin and Steve had sat alongside the outside as they shaped spears using what they had gathered. Erica and Lucas fighting over the binoculars as they playfully expressed that they cared for each other. The last time when things were truly perfect, Steve thought to himself as he sunk to his knees by the site where Eddie rested now.

"Eddie Munson. The Hero of Hawkins."

The inscription was clear even though the rest of the grave had been worn away after quite some time. It was small so it would've been glanced over if you weren't on the lookout for the home of the Hellfire Club leader. There were a few sprouts of miscellaneous plants growing out from some of the sides and around the lot. The dead rose from the last time Steve came to visit laid atop, waiting to be replaced with another flower. He fished into his cardigan and pulled out another rose similar to the other one, although this one was very much alive. The petals were vibrant and dewey, matching the surroundings of the meadow and the sky overhead.

"Hey Eddie." Steve said, getting comfortable on the ground and fiddling with the grass. "It's been a while."

"Nancy and I will have to visit with the kids someday soon." He began, working towards trying to have the confidence speaking out in the open like this. A faint smile appeared on his face as he said his next lines.

"The meadow looks beautiful as ever, Eddie. I can see all the work you've put into it. Your aura was always a contagious one."

Steve swallowed back a tear as he ran his fingers over the inscription he had paid for himself. Eddie would always be known as the hero, even if it was only to a few people who resided in Indiana. Funny how your world can be comprised of a few science kids and a couple college friends. Or how it used to be, anyways. Before everyone grew up.

"We named our oldest after you. Ironically, he's very into Metallica. You would be so proud of your namesake." Steve said, feeling proud for a moment at the mention of his son. Him and Nancy had gotten married in the summer of '99. She had worn a plain and simple wedding dress but she looked beautiful as ever in it, hair pinned to the top of her head and a pearl necklace around her neck. Her smile had beamed so brightly that day and Steve felt like the luckiest man in the world.

"Robin apparently still visits Hawkins from time to time. She moved to Washington not long after everything went down in Hawkins. She said she couldn't take it anymore. We had a party for her and then she left the next day. I haven't heard from her since." The mention of his best friend made him crinkle his nose in fondness, remembering the night they spent drugged in the bathroom of the Starcourt Mall and her coming out to him as a lesbian.

"I know Henderson comes to see you with his family sometimes. He's almost always over at our place. He keeps me updated on everything happening in his household. Turns out, he's a great babysitter too. He tells Eddie all about you and about how great you were."

"Lucas became a professional basketball player for the Indiana Pacers. He's quite good, it turns out that he's found his people and his talent. He and Max still have some unfinished business, but as far as I know she lives alone after her mother passed not too long ago. She's doing better now since she woke up from that coma, volunteering at the local hospital. She went back to college to get a degree in nursing."

Steve tried his best to explain everything he knew. Eddie was the glue that seemed to hold their group together. After his passing, everyone went their separate ways and Steve felt very isolated. He missed his kids and the way it used to be sometimes, especially on days like today. But the same part of him that yearned for their reunion was the same part of him that was ever so pleased they all ended up okay. He couldn't be anything but proud of them after they all worked so hard to get where they were.

"The Byers still live in Lenora. Hopper went with them and he got married to Joyce. Jonathan went off with Argyle and started their own clothing line. It's pretty ridiculous, but I've heard that they're making a ton of money from it. Eleven is still with Mike. They visit us sometimes too when they can. They're still distraught over Joyce and her death not long after they had gotten married themselves. Nance and I went up to see them and it was almost as if the whole gang was back together. You would've loved it!"

Steve was laughing now as he explained their wedding even further. It was a shame that Joyce had contracted an illness but she didn't go down without a fight. Hopper visits her grave all the time when he's not too busy working for the post office. He still takes care of Eleven and adopted her the moment he was able to.

"Will is working as a librarian and he got married but that's about all I know. He's the one kiddo that hardly keeps in contact anymore. I heard he's a published author, but I don't know the titles of any of his works."

Steve stopped his rambling and stared down at the plants poking out from the grave. It was refreshing to see some new flowers popping up here and there, a contrast from the yellowing of the meadow grass. It was now starting to rain harder and he could feel the water droplets hitting his head, almost like the ticking of a clock telling him that his time with Eddie was almost up. He composed himself from his slight moment of fondness and looked down at the shining stone beneath his feet.

"Eddie." He said, moving towards the top of the gravestone and petting it in the same way he used to pet his long curly brown hair that was always mischievously framing his face and flying about. Eddie would smoke cigarettes while Steve played with it as he laid on top of his friend and played some of his Corroded Coffin guitar solos. His smile would light up Steve's entire room as the eccentric metalhead boy would sit on the end of the bed and laugh with him about their music tastes and the typical drama of the day. Eddie's Hellfire notebook would be sprawled out on the floor as he placed back and forth while he talked about what was to be expected from their next campaign while Steve listened intently. He would tilt his head if Steve had any ideas to offer and would jump up and down if something he had said would be added to the exciting fun of DND. Munson would run around in Steve's bomber jacket when it was cold. He would hold his hands when he wanted him to know something important so that he would have Steve's undivided attention. Eddie would prance around the field with Black Sabbath blasting through his Walkman. He would yell up at the night sky and ask for the universe to lift the curse that held him to Hawkins.

"I never stopped loving you." Steve admitted. Before he headed back towards the warmth of his car, he took off his cardigan and placed it atop Eddie's final resting place and smiled. "So you don't get cold, is all." He said.

Steve didn't believe in God or any particular religion, but he knew that somewhere somehow, Eddie heard every word.

Yes. Yes it is very gay. Very gay i tell you

fellas is it gay to stare at each other like that

El being ace actually makes a lot of sense. If the show was more queer and focused more on that, I could see El realizing she is aroace and was taught that romance was expected and was just trying to fit in

st fandom collecting queer couples be like:

(yeah el is ace because i said so hehe)

🏳️‍🌈Happy pride month everybody! 🏳️‍🌈

New header and Icon for the month, feel free to use them if you want to! (A like and a reblog would be appreciated! <3)

If you want something similar, feel free to leave me an ask specifying icon/header, flag and character/s and I will do it!

Dear Hellcheer Fandom,

Not all of us Steddie shippers are bullying assholes. As a Steddie shipper, I don't want them to be a part of our group. I think it's absolutely disgusting what they're doing to Grace. I really hope they stop. I am sending you my warmest regards and hope this war ends soon. Most importantly, I send my regards to Grace, too. I doubt she'll read this, but if she does. . .Grace, I'm sorry you have to go through this. I know you did nothing wrong. I wish desperately for people to grow the hell up.

Sincerely,

A Steddie shipper

PS. I also happen to ship Hellcheer. I am just super hyperfixated on Steddie right now.

All I have to say is this: if Steve isn't wearing eyeshadow in this ^ picture, I am going to riot. Steve with lipgloss? Chef's kiss. Steve with lipgloss /and/ eyeshadow? Too sexy to be real.

Headcannon that Eddie sleeps naked. It was one of those days where Eddie stayed up late and decided to sleep until noon. He was woken up by the knocking on his door. They lived in a house now, and Wayne had his own room, so he didn't have to see it when Eddie stumbled sleepily into the living room butt ass naked. Eddie opened the door grumbling.

Eddie: Who could possibly be trying to come over at this ungodly hour?

Steve: *standing on the porch and holding Eddie's vest, shocked* Uh, it's almost noon??

Eddie: Yeah, it's almost noon. So, what are you doing here, Harrington? Hey, is that my vest?

Steve: *unable to find his voice as he he stares at Eddie.*

Eddie: Hello? Earth to Harrington?

Steve: *throws the vest at Eddie* For your modesty, dude.

Eddie grins and slips on the vest, winking at Steve. The other man stuttered, blushing, then ran off to his car and drove away.

Eddie: *scoffs* Dude acts like he's never seen a naked man before. *A door opens from inside.*

Wayne: Goddamnit, Eddie! What have I told you about answering the door in your birthday suit?

Eddie: I am wearing my vest!

Wayne: Put on some more clothes, boy!

Bonus

Steve’s face when he saw Eddie:

Me refreshing the steve/eddie ship on ao3 and seeing the number of fics steadily rising

Skate date 🛼

Nap time with their six little nuggets

Enjoying the view, Munson?

Someone on Bluesky posted about Steve being a dad wearing matching skirts/dresses with his daughter and I caved.

Eddie would have silly nicknames instead of common nicknames for their kids: butternut squash instead of pumpkin, or pecan instead of peanut, or peony instead of sweet pea.

Eddie thought he was dealing. Steve had other plans.

Eddie rambles a lot and no one can change my mind.

Does it make sense all the time? No. Does Steve care? Not at all.

I made the freaks kiss.

What I imagine would happen if Kurt Kunkle ever got Eddie Munson as a passenger.

Or… modern AU where Steve works as a ride-share driver and uses the alias Kurt to off people on live. Not Eddie though.

Beach day! 🏖️

“Hey, Eddie, can you get my back?”

Sometimes I remember that they are only like 19-20 and they probably do what 19-20 year old boys do.

Steve got roped into babysitting again… he doesn’t really mind with the present company tho

Everyone knows the age old question: where is Steve’s hand?

Well I have a proposition or two:

Hey y’all! I’m back with a new hyperfixation. It’s Steddie. In my Steddie era.

...someone had to do it, ok?