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Bunch of sketches themed "me and bro when we instalock DPS on marvel rivals"

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Eddie was terrifying. 

Elliot had known the guy for a few years now, ever since Eddie had stepped into the Spellbound Bar with big eyes and a wild grin. The guy hailed from some small ass town in Indiana, but it was clear to see that he hadn’t hidden much of himself over there. 

So many kids blew into California freshly freed from their families, still dressed in clothes their old life had forced them to wear. They always had a sort of fragile, reborn look to them that made all the elder queers reach out their hands, welcome them in. 

Eddie, whose last name changed on a daily basis (his drivers license listed it as ‘Henderson’ but there were rumors that it too, was fake)  had too large of a wardrobe for all of it to be recently purchased, and moved too comfortably in clothes for them to be new to him. 

The guy wasn’t mean. His temperment wasn’t why he was terrifying, really, though the constant high energy he whirlwinded around the bar with often grew too much for some of their quieter regulars. 

No it was all the shit he casually talked about. How he took things in stride, and said he had to, given he used to be the president of a D&D club he named Hellfire. 

(Hellfire. In small town America. The sheer fucking balls on this dude.) 

He regaled them all with tales of his lost sheep and the fights he had with his high school principal long before Angel, the bar owner, agreed to take him on as a busboy--then bar back, then bartender, all in rapid succession.

Always winking as he spun a story about how he was caught flagging once from an out of towner stopping by for gas, the story somehow darkly hilarious. 

A lot of people didn’t like southern California, or rather, not the way they thought they would at least, but Eddie took to it like a duck to water. There was no denying the man belonged here, in a way he hadn’t truly belonged anywhere else. 

Elliot had been the one to help him find a local metal band. He himself was one of those quieter regulars (and not a musician let alone a metalhead) but he knew people. Could make some connections.

It helped that Elliot did play D&D, and was quick to pull Eddie into his orbit that way. Get him connected to others who loved the game like the metalhead clearly did. 

And damn, could Eddie DM.

It was here though, that Elliot first picked up that Eddie’s bluster wasn’t just that. 

Watched as his new friend's eyes went hard and flat when the Vecna campaign was mentioned, shut it down with such force that it left the table briefly stunned by the sheer venom in his voice. 

How he flinched once, hands reaching for the bat he’d hammered nails into under the bar when electricity had stuttered in a heatwave, lights flickering in the bar. 

(The bat itself, and the way Eddie had simply looked at the one Spellbound had as their only defense measure and declared it “fucking useless” had not helped the rough, survivalistic story they were all putting together.) 

Winter rolled back round to spring and then summer and whispers about his home life, about how he had to survive with all the rural cow farmers looking and acting like he did, how he obviously knew how to fight was practically old news by the time he first showed up in a cropped shirt. 

The scars that decorated his stomach still caught the attention of everyone at the bar, and more than once their little D&D group had tried to map out the shape of them, if only to figure out what the hell could cause such a dramatic injury. 

No one ever quite succeeded, but then, no one was brave enough to ask the man himself. 

What it did do, was cement the idea in everyone’s heads. 

Eddie Henderson/Buckley/Sinclair/Wheeler/and one time even Walmart--was a great guy, and one who could absolutely beat the shit out of almost everyone in the bar, hands down. 

Nothing he did over the years ever challenged that. If anything, Eddie only cemented it further, which is the only reason Elliot didn’t bolt the second the two of them came home from a shift and found a stranger in front of their door. 

Elliot, 5’4, formerly named Eleanor and still not on T despite making every clawing attempt towards it, wasn’t much of a match for an enraged, pissed off jock. 

But Eddie was. 

xXx 

The jock was the straightest looking man Elliot had ever laid eyes on. 

Bruises covered half his face and one eye, and he sported a nose that had clearly been recently bloodied. Judging from the scrapes on the back of his hands he hadn’t gotten them willingly--or maybe was just giving as good as he got. 

He was walking wildly back and forth in front of their garage, hands opening and closing, a look in his eyes that spoke of someone not entirely in control as he muttered audibly to himself. 

Given the preppy polo shirt, expensive looking shorts and shoes that practically shined, they were so new, he was comically out of place, even with the entire homicidal aura he had going on. 

(Given the descriptions of the assholes who had attacked Angel only four nights ago on their walk home, Elliot could only see the man as a monster preparing to attack.) 

He slammed to a stop, breath in his throat, entirely unsure of what to do.

Thankfully, Eddie was right behind him. 

Eddie, who could probably beat this guy and six others bloody. Eddie who carried a knife. Eddie who terrified Elliot sometimes, but not the same way the idea of getting hate crimed did, Eddie who--

Who was coming up besides Elliot, looking both alarmed and confused and not at all challenging the homicidal rich boy. 

“Steve!?” Eddie said, voice high and surprised.

They both watched as the figure spun to face them, crazed look crumbling down to something Elliot couldn’t read. 

“Hey.” The supposed Steve said, rather miserably, shoulders hunched right before Eddie shot forward, hands hovering in the air like he wanted to touch but didn’t know where to start. 

“What the hell Harrington--did you lose another fight!?”

“I don’t lose every fight you know.” Steve snarked back, sounding exactly like every rich snob Elliot’s ever encountered. 

It’d get his back up, except Steve’s entire body was curving towards Eddie in obvious relief. “Henderson exaggerates.” 

Which was doubly confusing, given Eddie was supposedly a Henderson.

“Sorry for dropping by like this. Wasn’t close to anyone else, so I didn't know where else to go.” Steve continued, as Eddie finally stopped waving his hands around and instead began herding Steve through the door and to the kitchen. 

Confused, Elliot followed.

(What the fuck else was he supposed to do?) 

“I thought you were on a cruise?”  Eddie challenged, sounding more and more normal as he and Steve traded banter. 

“I was. Clearly, I’m not anymore.” 

“Steve.” Eddie said, voice almost pleading as he patted the only empty spot on their counter, before turning to fish a bag of peas out of the fridge. 

(Had Elliot ever heard him plead like that? Had he thought Eddie even capable?) 

Steve jumped up on it like a dog that had been asked to perform a trick, while Elliot hovered in the living room, watching it all go down across the little half wall that separated the two spaces. 

“Did I just see pop tarts in your freezer?” Steve asked instead of answering. 

“Don’t distract me, you dick. Put this on your face.” 

And so they went, instantly and immediately comfortable, two people who clearly had known each other for a long time trading insults and catching up while Eddie tried unsuccessfully to pull what happened out of Steve via an increasing number of ridiculous nicknames. 

He’d worked his way past ‘Stevie’ and was well on his way to calling the stranger things like ‘big boy’ by the time Anders came home from her shift at the record store. 

Swaned through various other, mildly incriminating nicknames until he saw something that made him start cursing, at which point he rapidly fell down the nickname rabbit hole, landing at a final; 

“Come on Sweetheart, you look like someone tried to kill you! Just tell me what happened!”

Jake, who had just waltzed in the front door, blinked wildly. 

“Eddie has a guest.” Anders informed him, handing their roommate an open beer from the pile she’d put on the floor as he slammed to a halt. 

Took in their intruder so starkly out of place on the kitchen counter, nestled between twin pride flags and a poster for Eddie’s band like a misplaced catalog model.

“I don’t understand what’s happening.” Jake said flatly, as Steve grumbled something lowly at their fearless DM, and Eddie flicked his nose in retaliation. 

"He's from Indiana," Elliot offered, the closest thing to an explanation he had. "Same town as Eddie."

He hesitated, then added, "I think."

It was all he’d managed to piece together, the conversation had been all over the place.

“Steven Madonna Harrington,” Eddie snapped finally, spinning to pin his guest with a glare, “you either tell me what happened or I’m calling Robin.” 

‘Madonna?’ Anders mouthed at Elliot, as if that was the weirdest part of this entire situation. 

Steve kicked at Eddie lightly. “She has finals this week you jerk.”

Eddie slammed both his hands down on the counter, one on either side of Steve’s hips, staring up challengingly. 

It put him almost directly in between Steve’s legs, bringing their faces intimately close together. 

“And she’s gonna lose her shit when she finds out her platonic with a capital P soulmate ditched off that family cruise he’s been dreading for months, looking like he decided to take up backyard boxing, and then came to my place instead of calling her first--” 

“Fine! Fine, you underhanded asshole. Tommy was on that stupid Alaska cruise. Decided he wanted to reconnect.” 

“Hagan did all this!?” 

“Oh no, this is from my dad.” Steve motioned to himself, a grim sort of amusement curling around the words. “He caught me and Tommy making out. Decided to have a little chat about how he disapproved.” 

“That is awful and we are returning to it immediately but first--Steve. Babe.” Eddie stared at him in clear dismay. “Tommy Hagan?”

Another eye roll, this one earning a wince from Steve as it agitated his bruises. “Not the time Mun--” 

Eddie coughed loudly right over the rest of whatever Steve was about to say, getting a weird look from everyone around him. 

“Henderson.” Eddie corrected softly. “They changed it to Henderson after all the uh.” He paused, as though trying to recall the word he wanted. Went with; “Earthquake.” 

That got some glee out of Steve. 

“You picked Dustin’s last name? Does he know?” 

“Fuck no dude, he’d never shut up about it.” Eddie put a hand on Steve’s thigh, jostling it lightly. “We’re not talking about me right now though. Your dad disowned you?”

“Supposedly.” Steve shrugged, like this was normal and not a huge ordeal. “I’ll check on my credit cards tomorrow, see if he’s serious.” 

Eddie’s stare was growing flat, fast. “Even if he isn’t, he beat the shit out of you.” 

“Yeah, well, everyone kinda does, I guess it was just his turn.” 

“Steve.”

“I’m kidding!” Then, in a far more serious tone; ‘I am sorry about crashing in like this. I can get out of your hair.” 

Eddie was already waiving a hand dismissively, head shaking, but Steve plowed forward anyway. 

“I mean it. The cruise stopped at a port near here and I needed to get off it before my dad decided disowning me and throwing all my shit over the rails weren’t enough.” 

Steve finally looked up, taking in all the people who were watching this play out like a TV sitcom. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your game night.” 

“There’s no game, they all live here.” He turned and glared, and got one embarrassed face and two entirely unapologetic ones in return. “They’re just enjoying the show.

‘It’s getting a five star rating so far.” Anders snarked at him. “Might lose a star, if one of the main actors keeps breaking the fourth wall, though.” 

Eddie flipped her off. 

“You’re not going anywhere looking like this. You are at minimum, staying here for the rest of the weekend.” 

“If you’re sure.” Steve said hesitantly. To the group at large, he added; “And no one minds me taking the couch.” 

“The couch is a shared communal space.” Eddie shot back instantly, before anyone else could protest. “You’re staying in my room.” 

“Oh.” Steve said, like he’d half expected, wanted even, Eddie to make that offer. “Okay.” 

“I am so confused right now.” Anders muttered, and Elliot could only nod along because, well. 

Yeah. 

Him too. 

“Come on, let’s get your stuff, I’ll show you around. Keep the peas on your face.”

“Eds, man, I don’t have any stuff. I was lucky to escape with my wallet.” Steve vollied, but hopped off the counter anyway, following Eddie as he was led up the stairs, towards the metalheads room. 

“This is the weirdest day of my life.” Jake announced when they’d disappeared. 

“It’s not over yet.” Anders said, cracking open another beer.  “Give it a bit.” 

“How on earth could this get any weirder?” Elliot muttered. 

“Well thanks Elliot.” Anders told him flatly. ‘If it wasn’t guaranteed before, it is now.” 

“How!?”

“She’s right bud, you challenged the fates.” Jake responded. “We’re in for it now.” 

(Given Steve never moved back out, they absolutely were.) 

Bonus

“You know.” Eddie said, and his voice was quiet but the house was fucking ancient and not in the best of shape, and thus Elliot heard him loud and clear through their shared wall. “I kiss a lot better than Tommy Hagan.”

“Not letting that one go anytime soon, huh?” Steve rumbled back. 

“I’m just saying! If you’re going to get disowned for a kiss, it should be a damn good one and not whatever limp noodle bullshit Hagan does. I saw him with Carol, he kisses like a puffer fish.” 

A low snicker, followed by; “He did kinda kiss like a fish.”

“See!?” Vindicated, Eddie grew louder in volume. “I could give you a kiss that would actually be worth all this shit! A proper kiss!” 

“You offering, Munson?”

“Well if the good knight Sir Harrington doth allow it--”

An ‘mmph!’ noise that took a moment for Elliot to translate as Steve kissing Eddie, which made this entire fucking day suddenly make a whole lot more sense. 

“If you stop all the nerd talk we can take it beyond a kiss.” 

“I can do that.” Eddie said, voice breathless. “I can definitely do that.” 

“Good.” 

Elliot snorted in amusement, before reality of their paper thin shared wall and the fact he was going to hear fucking everything asserted itself. 

He decided to go sleep on the couch.

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another great ship dynamic is "characters who are deeply traumatized and haunted by nightmares are finally able to get a peaceful night of sleep in each other's arms"

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as an asexual who likes to imagine sex but doesnt actually like having sex, sometimes it just feels like sex isnt real but i wish it was. and post

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Spotify Wrapped + Ship

# 77 + Chrissy/Jeff (corrodedcheer? Jissy? Chreff)

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Jeff (Stranger Things)/Chrissy Cunningham | Mentioned Chrissy Cunningham/Jason Carver | Eddie Munson | Gareth (Stranger Things) | Unamed Freak (Stranger Things) | Jealousy | Obsession | Unhealthy Relationships | ~750 words

“You’ve gotta let it go, dude,” Gareth says, words garbled around a mouthful of cafeteria pizza. “It’s been like, three years.”

It’s been almost four, and Jeff swears that with each passing day, Chrissy’s smile gets a little dimmer. Like her mom, and her boyfriend, and her posse of fake friends have been chipping away at it. She deserves better.

Jeff could do better.

“Sir Gareth is right.” Eddie cuts in, slamming his hands onto the lunch table hard enough to rattle their trays. He stands, stomping his boot onto the bench and leaning across the table into Jeff’s personal bubble. “Lord Jeffrey, you can do better.”

Jeff could do better—better than Carver and his smug little face, but that’s not what Eddie means.

Eddie’s trying to help, Jeff knows he is, but the way he flutters his fingers in Jeff’s face makes him cringe. It’s all so condescending. He peers past Eddie’s shoulder to find Chrissy looking at him. His heart skips around in his chest for a second as their gazes meet, almost breaking free when she smiles. But then Carver’s arm goes around her shoulders and she giggles and looks away like the moment had never happened.

Or worse, that it hadn’t mattered.

“What would either of you know about true love?” Jeff mutters, looking away from Chrissy, away from Eddie, away from the way all the eyes in the cafeteria are trained on the freak table, waiting for Eddie to make another scene.

“More like puppy love,” Doug snorts.

Jeff doesn’t look up or reply. He picks at the crust of his sandwich, making a little pile of bread on the corner of his tray. They don’t understand. Eddie’s always going on about the evils of royalty in this school, like somehow Steve Harrington had orchestrated the entire world to keep the poor underfed and the rich fat.

And once she’d joined cheer and started dating Carver, he’d lumped Chrissy in right with them.

Chrissy was different — had been different during that summer before freshman year when they’d run into her at the public pool. She’d had a little acne sprouting on her chin, and a pudginess to her that’d melted off sometime in the interim.

She’d had braces, too. It’d taken Jeff weeks to notice; she’d always smiled with closed lips. But the longer the summer crept on, the bigger her smiles had grown.

It’s like Eddie doesn’t remember, can’t fit the girl who’d hid out from her mother in the Munson’s trailer with the one on the top of the cheer pyramid during school assemblies. It doesn’t fit into the Munson Doctrine, so he’d dropped her from his mind entirely.

Jeff remembers. He remembers the way she’d eat all their shitty lower-class meals like they were covetous, and only behind closed doors. At the public pool or in the park? She wouldn’t eat at all.

Now, her trays are always full of leafy salads and carrot sticks, hardly touched, and she’s shrinking into the space her uniform has left for her.

“I’m serious!” Eddie cuts into his thoughts, finally plopping back onto his ass and interlocking his hands below his chin. A scheming pose if Jeff’s ever seen one. “Look at all these fish swimming around us, Jeff.”

Doug and Gareth are laughing, but Eddie’s staring right into his eyes like he’s trying to beam his thoughts into his head, get him to think the way Eddie thinks he should.

“Maybe you should catch one.”

Eddie doesn’t look away until Jeff nods.

The table moves on around him, all the guys sucked back into talking about that week's D & D session. Jeff listens with one ear, humming when Doug elbows him in the side and nodding along to Gareth’s irate voice.

He barely notices, eyes drifting back to the popular table. Chrissy’s smiling, dimple popped, mouth closed, as Carver picks a carrot off her tail and eats it.

There are other girls there, other cheerleaders with that same green eyeshadow and white sweater, same high ponytails and short skirts.

It must be a game day.

His eyes skitter down the table, taking note of who’s cuddled up with a girl and who isn’t. There are a few to choose from. If he shows up at the game, asks one of them out, would Chrissy finally look his way again? Would her guts churn as he kisses her in the hallway between classes, the same way his does when Carver does the same?

Jeff turns back to his friends, snagging a chip off Doug’s table and dodging his smacking hand with a laugh. Things are looking up.

He’s going to get Chrissy back.

As always, thanks to @queenie-ofthe-void for the beta edit, this time for their own request! lmaoo

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Eddie was losing it. 

There was no way this was his life. 

When Eddie took the job as a pool cleaner at the beginning of summer, he didn't know how hard the job would be. 

The actual physical side of the job wasn't bad at all, but the mental side of it was straining him beyond his endurance 

This was because once a week, while servicing the Harrington's pool, their son, Steve, would be out on the pool loungers working on his tan. That would've been trying enough, but no, Steve didn't want any tan lines. 

This beautiful tan nude creature was stretched out in various artistic poses  that left absolutely nothing to the imagination while Eddie tried to do his job and keep his eyes to himself.

At first he was avoiding looking because he didn't want Steve to catch him looking. But after his first few visits, it was clear that Steve wanted him to look. But almost as soon as Eddie allowed himself an eyeful, there was a loud tap on the glass of one of the upstairs windows. 

Mr. Harrington pushed open the window and called out, “keep on task please! And Steven, if you're down there distracting the pool boy, cut it out! And you'd better be wearing more than those little speedos!”

Eddie realized that the slant of the roof blocked Mr. Harrington's view of his son, who was pouting and pulling on some swim trunks and heading inside. He didn't come out again and Eddie finished up in annoyingly undistracted peace.

After he was done, Eddie did take a little bit of extra time putting his equipment away while surreptitiously trying to figure out where Mr. Harrington's office window blind spots were and what he could and could not see. Just out of curiosity.

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Hopper comes back from Russia and immediately and unwillingly gets adopted into whatever the hell Steve and Robin have going on because - “Well, you were tortured by Russians, right? Welcome to the club.”

“Why is there a club?” Hopper asks, saddled with two morons that won’t leave him alone. “What do you mean by torture? What happened to you?”

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Steve’s like, “Why is everyone saying I had a weird childhood. I had a normal childhood.”

Dustin: Because your childhood was weird. Hope this helps.

Erica: Didn’t your dad hit you with a car?

Steve: That was one time

Robin, while Steve is making the stop talking gesture: You told me it happened twice

Hopper: Twice?

Steve:

Hopper: Twice?!

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Steve decided, age six, that Hopper and Joyce should get together because he overheard Joyce say that Hopper looks handsome in his uniform once.

Does Hopper care about this? No. He’s married. He tells Steve that he’s married when the kid follows him into the gas station and says that he should buy flowers for Mrs Joyce.

“Well,” Steve says (yells, he’s back by the slushie machine). “You’re not buying flowers for your wife.”

Hopper rolls his eyes, grabs one of the pathetic looking carnations by the register and says, “For my wife.”

Steve hurries and pays for his slushie so he can follow Hopper out. He follows him right up to his car where Hopper hands the flower to the woman in the passenger seat. He introduces, “Diane, Steve. Steve, Diane. My wife.”

“….ex-wife.”

“No.”

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Eddie mentions on a live-stream that he’s going to have to cut the stream soon because he’s about to leave the house, “We have a get-together to be at in ten minutes but Steve takes forever fixing his hair so we got another twenty minutes before I got to sign off.”

Twenty minutes on the dot later, Steve comes into the room. His hair looks amazing when he leans into frame to kiss Eddie on the top of the head, “Your hair looks good.”

“Used a defuser,” Eddie says, tilting his head up so Steve kisses him on the lips. “Yours looks-.”

“You actually look really good today, Ed,” Steve says and then claps a hand on his shoulder, “But Robin’s wearing the exact same outfit so go change.”

“…Did you know that an hour ago when I got dressed?”

“Yep!”

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happy pride month to the fuck tree I guess

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At a dodgers game tonight and now all I want to do is reread that one fic where Steve was a dodger and he and Eddie him flirted throughout the game when corroded coffin sat by his position. You know the one that broke it up inning by inning? Great fucking fic

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Fake Dating au but this time it’s Eddie who needs a fake partner to some event.

Maybe something hosted by distant family on his mother’s side who are wealthy and look down on the Munsons, never forgiving Al for stealing Elizabeth away into a disreputable life. Especially not after Elizabeth died only a handful of years later without her family around.

This family thus always looked down on Eddie a bit, figuring he’d amount to nothing like his dad. So he’s uncomfortable going to the event (maybe it’s a wedding, a funeral/will reading, maybe just an annual family gathering, whatever) but Wayne makes him go.

Now this could go some different ways.

This could be canon adjacent and a lot of his mom’s family could believe the devil worship allegations, or maybe they’re just cautiously curious, not really knowing Eddie since the last time they heard anything from him was before Elizabeth passed away when he was five and she’d send letters and photographs of him, but then he’s in the news and people want to know what’s up. They say he can even bring a girlfriend if he has one.

Maybe Eddie doesn’t want to go so he figures he’ll make them not want him there so he says “a boyfriend actually” but turns out his mom’s family is actually super liberal and supportive of the cause so they just go “oh okay cool what’s he like” and Eddie is flustered about the easy acceptance and blurts out Steve’s description and now they all want to meet Steve so Eddie has to ask Steve to pretend to be his boyfriend like five seconds after coming out to the man.

OR

Modern non-UD au with a similar premise, just maybe Eddie semi-regularly sees the family at these annual gatherings but he’s constantly criticized and called a bitchless loser by his cousins so he blurts that he has a boyfriend and again uses Steve’s descriptions and has to get his friend to pretend to be his boyfriend for a week or whatever.

Or maybe 😂

Same as the above except Steve isn’t his friend, he’s just his old high school crush. And maybe a relative runs into Eddie somewhere and coincidentally Steve walks by (maybe they’re at a diner, or grocery store, or whatever) and the relative is like “oh you must Steve, Eddie’s boyfriend” and now Eddie has to tell former King Steve he said he was his boyfriend because he’s a bitchless loser but is tired of his family reminding him of that.

Steve thinks it’s hilarious and agrees to pretend.

Or go even more au and maybe Steve is an escort Eddie hires, very much like The Wedding Date (2005), or just some stranger Eddie pulls from the crowd like that tiktok joke where the dude goes to random guys and pretends he’s sending a video to his mom saying “here’s my boyfriend” and Steve just goes along with it…

Anyways. I always see the fake dating au using Steve using Eddie to get back at his parents or whatever but I thought about Eddie with a big family he’s not that comfortable with and being a bitchless loser who can’t behave like a normal person and comes up with the stupid idea to make up a fake boyfriend.

Because, your honor, he is a full dumbass.

If you know of any fics with Eddie needing a fake partner, tag them here! Or if you want to use one of these ideas to write your own.

I will say, I have read some The Proposal (2009) au fics and they’re great but I’m looking for more focus on Eddie needing it for his family to get them off his back and less about anything involving the legal system.

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Single dad Eddie where he has a 8 years old boy who's way too smart for his own good.

The kid, just like Eddie, has a mouth and strong opinions about everything and everyone and this gets him into trouble often.

Then, one day, the boy gets really sick and has to stay in the hospital for a whole week.

Enter Nurse!Steve, who takes care of little Corey every single day he's there, makes the kid laugh with his awful jokes and teaches him the best ways to take care of his awesome curls and look cool.

Little Corey decides there and then that Steve needs to live with him and dad, because he's cool and because dad looks at Steve funny. He spends everyday talking Eddie's ear off about Steve and how great he is, not so subtly implying he would be an awesome second dad.

(Eddie does end up asking Steve on a date. Two years later, they're living together and little Corey, now not so little anymore, is trying hard to convince his dads he should totally have a little sister.)

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Star gazing and road trip vibes