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Eddie is the fun parent and Steve is the strict one, sure. But let’s talk about the times Eddie gets mad.
Their kids would be throwing tantrums or being difficult for the sake of being difficult and Steve would try to deal with them. A teenage daughter getting frustrated because Steve won’t let her go to a party everybody is going to that weekend because they’re supposed to visit grandpa Wayne back in Hawkins.
She tries to argue, to plead, but Steve keeps saying no. It’s been three months since they paid Wayne a visit and it’s his freaking birthday so, no, she can’t miss the trip and go to a party. And in the middle of their argument, their daughter screams “I HATE YOU!!” to Steve with such rage that Steve stops, stunned.
When he recovers from the shock, he just says, “Hate me all you want, you’re still not going to that party,” then leaves their daughter’s room.
Five minutes later Eddie comes in and closes the door quietly behind him. Their daughter is about to snap at him too, but she closes her mouth when she sees her Papa’s dead serious expression. He crosses the room and stops right before the bed, where their daughter is sitting, and looks her straight in the eye.
“Listen here, darling, you’re gonna put on the best regretful face you can, apologize to your father and you’re gonna mean it. Do you understand?”
“But—”
“Nah, ah. I don't think you're understanding. This is not a discussion, so I'm gonna say it again. You're gonna go downstairs right now, you're gonna apologize to your father and you're gonna mean it. Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Good. You’re also grounded for however long I’m still pissed. So, if I were you, I’d be in my best behavior when we visit Wayne this weekend.”
(Nobody makes Eddie’s husband cry. Not even their own daughter.)
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I’ve had 3 years to decide on whether or not to have a certain surgery and it is now, when I am finally given a date, that everything crumbles and I’m a confused mess. I have spent all night watching YouTube vids and reading studies and I’m just… I don’t know. I don’t know.
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@subeddieweek Day 6: Possessive/Hands
Some locker room shenanigans for you all <3
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Eddie Munson is a passenger princess, period.
Steve drops him off at work every morning, then picks him up by the end of his shift. Takes him to his Hellfire meetings, band gigs, whatever errands his boyfriend has to run.
Robin makes fun of them, calls Steve Eddie’s personal chauffeur whenever he says he needs to pick his boyfriend up somewhere, but they honestly don’t care.
Steve loves being useful, Eddie loves not having to drive. It’s a win-win situation for them, really.
(Also, if Eddie’s not busy driving, he can focus on much more entertaining things, like shamelessly teasing Steve until his boyfriend is squirming and has to pull over so they can make out a little to let out some steam.)
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2027: Wizards of the Coast and the American Psychological Association collaborate on the D&DSM, 6th Edition, widely regarded as the worst thing ever published
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M A S T E R L I S T - may mayhem bingo
as always, my blog is 18+ cw and tags in each story
B1: sold his soul for a donut B2: nice guy who only hates you B3: too many beds B4: riches to rags B5: grand theft me
I1: lounge singer AU I2: spot the imposter I3: hate at first sight I4: if i can't fix em, i'll just make em worse I5: marriage of inconvenience
N1: last kiss N2: end of the world N3: FREE N4: lovers to friends to strangers N5: meet ugly
G1: locked door G2: nobody lives, everybody dies G3: time travel break it worse G4: idiot ball G5: it gets better before it gets worse
O1: childhood enemies O2: crack fic treated seriously O3: faking the dead O4: true hate's kiss O5: mutual resentment
I have prompts for all of these in my docs - maybe I’ll get around to finishing them? Maybe? 🥰
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#corrodedcoffinfest#gareth stranger things#corroded coffin#jeff stranger things#grant stranger things
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I know that some British people take umbrage at Americans calling the Great British Bake Off relaxing, but it's just because GBBO is such a different kind of stressful from American baking shows.
American baking shows will be called something like "Cupcake Knife Fight", there's horror movie lighting everywhere and dramatic stings every 5 seconds. All of the contestants are shit talking each other and fist fighting over the one single deep fryer provided by production. It will show the judges all whispering to each other at their super villain table overlooking the whole kitchen, and one will be like, "Oh my god. Everyone look at Brenda right now. She's straight tanking it." And it will cut to Brenda, who is running around covered in flour and crying and also bleeding for some reason. Then you get a clip from an interview with one of the contestants, and they're like, "I really need to win this. Without this award money, I'm gonna need to close my restaurant, sell my dad, and live out of my car. AGAIN." Then the giant digital doomsday clock overhead lets out a horrid klaxon, the judges tell half of them that their cupcakes taste disgusting, and one of them gets eliminated and sent to walk down the dramatically-lit shame hallway never to be seen again.
Meanwhile GBBO is in a lovely, brightly colored tent, there are delightful and friendly hosts/jesters there to keep everyone entertained, and all of the B Roll is of like... a bumblebee going into a flower, or a lamb running in a field. And yes, there will be moments where someone will mess up their timing or something, and they'll be looking at their bake through the oven door like, "oh gosh I don't think this will rise in time!" Then they stand up to find Paul Hollywood directly behind them ominously. His creepy whitewalker eyes will glow white, and he'll say something like "the 12th of June. 2035. Drowning." And his eyes will go back to normal and he'll walk away. Then the baker gives a playful grimace to the camera and says "that didnt sound great, did it?". Cut to a sweet looking older woman sipping tea on a stool and she says "oo I do hope that Prue enjoys the taste of my sugary, sticky baps!". Then, at the end, someone gets a gold star for doing good, and the loser of the episode gets in the middle of a giant group hug. You see all of them at the end of the series at a giant carnival with their families and the post credits informs you that all of the contestants have become a Partridge Family-style traveling band and stayed friends forever.
#gbbo#great british bake off#this is 100% true#I love some of the American cooking competition shows but fuck they’re stressful
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Aftermath [Steddie]
Eddie has lost so much blood his skin is ashen, and Steve stomach is in knots after he notices the apprehension on the doctor’s face when she sees Eddie’s limp body.
“I’ll do whatever I can, but I can’t promise you anything,” she whispers to Nancy, Steve and Robin, taking care not to alarm the kids gathered around Dustin on the waiting room.
“Just try to help him, please,” Nancy, ever so strong and reliable, says. Her hands are shaking though.
The doctor nods. “Of course.”
It’s a close call, but they do manage to save Eddie’s life. The doctor doesn’t know how long it will take for him to wake up, he took some serious internal damage. They did their best to help him, now it's up to Eddie. All they can do now is wait and let Eddie heal, the doctor says.
Easier said than done, Steve’s never been good at waiting.
He spends the first night staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, exhausted after the hell they went through that day, but unable to sleep. He wanted to stay with Eddie, but he’s not family and he can’t just say he needs to be there because a couple of hours ago Steve had to drag Eddie, unconscious and still bleeding heavily, all the way through an interdimensional gate and Steve is still afraid that all this effort is going to be for nothing; that they’re going to lose Eddie anyway if Steve’s not there to make sure he’s okay.
They’d probably give him a one-way ticket to Penhurst if Steve said something like that, so it’s smarter if he doesn't.
When morning comes, he finally gets out of bed and goes to the hospital. Eddie’s uncle is still there, eyes hollow and tired. He nods at Steve when Steve enters the room and sits on the chair beside him.
Steve does the same thing the next day.
And the next.
And the next.
Eddie doesn’t wake up. Oddly enough, seeing his chest rise and fall with each breath is the only thing keeping Steve’s anxiety in check.
He spends every second of free time in that hospital room. He knows most of the Party is gathering in Nancy’s house, or Hopper’s place, making plans on how to deal with the aftermath of defeating Vecna, but Steve can’t bring himself to join them, doesn’t see a reason to. Steve’s done his part, he helped Nancy, fought whatever monster he had to, brought Eddie back and now he’s done.
Whatever’s gonna happen now that it’s over is nothing Steve can really help with. He doesn’t have superpowers like El, he’s not a genius like Dustin and he’s not a trained cop with knowledge of military secrets like Hopper. He’s a Family Video employee and a babysitter when needed and, right now, Eddie is the one who needs him the most.
With Vecna defeated or not, Hawkins is still in chaos and there are still people who believe Eddie Munson is a satanic leader who should be dealt with. So Steve leaves the planning and whatever else to the Party and Nancy and Hopper and does what he does best; he babysits.
Wayne’s got the night shift covered, but even with Hawkins deep in madness the man still gotta work. Steve stays with Eddie when Wayne can’t, sometimes he stays even when the older man is still there. They don’t talk much, just some pleasantries and a little bit of small talk here and there when the silence becomes stifling.
Because, really, what can Steve say to Eddie’s uncle? Until a couple of weeks ago Steve Harrington had no ties to Eddie Munson whatsoever. All he knew about the guy was what people around town loved to gossip about.
He’s a drug dealer.
He worships Satan.
He’s dangerous.
Bullshit, all of it. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
Okay, maybe not the drug dealer part, but that’s not the point. The point is that Eddie Munson almost died to save Hawkins. He almost got eaten alive by a bunch of demon-bats and Steve had to carry his broken, bleeding body all the way back from that hellhole and most of the time Steve can still feel the ghost warmth from Eddie’s blood against his skin. Sometimes he still looks down at his hands and expects them to be red and dripping.
He’s spiraling, he’s almost sure. He can’t sleep at home, where the silence is too much, and he can’t sleep here because he needs to watch over Eddie. He’s bound to break at some point, no one can go on for long when they’re barely getting any sleep and surviving on bland cafeteria food and vending machine snacks, but Steve’s gonna deal with that when the time comes.
Until then, the doctor said he had to wait and wait he does.
For two whole weeks, Steve sits on that uncomfortable chair beside Eddie’s bed and waits. From morning to night, he sits there and watches Eddie breathe quietly, hears the machines attached to him beep loud and clear, and waits.
It’s early afternoon, on the fourteenth day, when Eddie finally opens his eyes. Steve is there, distractedly flipping through a magazine and not realizing what is fucking happening, when Eddie wakes up.
“Hey there, big boy,” Eddie says, hoarse and low, but conscious, and Steve almost chokes on his own spit.
He wants to cry, he wants to laugh, he wants to run down the hallway and yell for the nurse to come here right the fuck now and check if Eddie is alright. He does nothing of the sort.
“You look like shit, Munson,” Steve says instead, voice tight, hands trembling as he folds the magazine and takes the few steps towards the bed.
Eddie smiles up at him, his lips chapped and face so, so pale, but his eyes are alive and with that hint of amusement Steve became familiar with during their little adventure against interdimensional monsters.
“You’re not any better,” he replies.
“Fair enough.”
Careful not to disturb all the stuff attached to Eddie, Steve sits on the edge of the bed and, for the first time since Eddie was admitted there, takes his hand. It’s warm, clean, nothing like it had been before.
Steve really wants to cry right now.
“You’re gonna make me swoon,” Eddie teases.
“Shut up,” Steve chides, but doesn’t let go of the other man’s hand.
He’ll call the nurse to check on Eddie, of course. Eventually. But right now he just wants to bask in the relief of having Eddie there, alive and talking and looking at him with those bright eyes Steve sometimes thought he’d never seen again.
After all the waiting he did, Steve earned this.
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every steddie fic is like oooo big strong eddie has to protect steve the poor delicate flower from the horrors of the world. ok. well which one of them has survived for 4 years and which one died immediately
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“Quarantine, day 14. Me and my boyfriend spent the whole day setting up an art gallery for our gerbil.“
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someone on twt wanted to see steve in a letterman jacket so i edited him in one. was a lot of work, but i think it looks pretty neat?? anywho, figured i'd share it on here as well :))
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