this is so hopper giving his speech at the steddie wedding. making endless dad jokes and embarrassing the hell out of both of them. i’m just imaging him saying something like:
hopper: you never think your future son-in-law is going to turn out to be the same kid you arrested upwards of twenty times when he was in high school but here i am to tell the tale—
eddie: i was also wanted for murder
hopper: don’t bring that up here please. for the love of god. you have no idea how much paper work it took for me to get your name cleared.
steve: i’m pretty sure he was arrested at least thirty times
hopper: like i said folks, you don’t get to choose family and sometimes family is your adopted gay son and his metalhead husband who spent a solid three years living on your couch—
steve: well at least now when i bail him out of jail it’ll be as my husband. i can even sign the paperwork as “mr. steve munson”
eddie: aw babe that’s so sweet
hopper: don’t push it you two
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Eddie definitely wears a sleep shirt and nothing else to bed. It pools around his thighs, and the neck hole is too stretched out. The front is covered in stains. Some of its coffee, some of it food stains. It's hard to tell what the other stains are. It definitely used to be a white shirt. There was a faint outline on the shirt as if it used to have a picture on it. It might have been Garfield.
Well, Steve was dropping off something for Max when he decided to check in on Eddie and maybe return his vest. They had gotten a new, fancy two bedroom trailer after Vecna. It was really nice, Steve thought as he climbed the steps with Eddie's vest clutched in his chest. He knocked on the door, and Eddie answered it wearing the shirt. His hair was in a messy bun that looked like he had been wearing it for days.
"Hey, Stevie," Eddie grinned.
"Hey, I was stopping by Max's, I thought I would return your vest," Steve said, staring at him.
He really shouldn't, but this look of Eddie's. . . It was really sexy. Steve blinked owlishly at him.
"Thanks," Eddie said, taking the vest. "Um, what? Do I have something on my face?"
"Uh, you have a cheeto in your hair," Steve said.
Eddie reached up, took it out, sniffed it, and popped it into his mouth. A fluttering of affection filled his chest, and Steve wanted to shake his head. Suddenly, Wayne Munson's voice floated from somewhere inside.
"Goddamnit, Eddie, throw that shirt out!" Wayne hollered.
Eddie turned around to yell at him, and Steve’s blush deepened. There was a smattering of holes spreading across the end of the shirt as though it had gotten snagged on something. Eddie's ass was showing.
"No, I shan't, Uncle Wayne!"
"At least put on some underwear, boy!"
"I like a nice breeze under there, Uncle Wayne!"
Eddie started bending his knees in a sort of half squats.
"Steve doesn't want to see your ass, son!"
"You don't know him! Flat asses might just be his thing!"
Oh, if only he knew.
"I'm in love with you," Steve blurted out.
"Good news, Uncle Wayne! My shirt has attracted a mate! I'm not getting rid of this shirt now! Just when I was thinking about throwing it out," Eddie said cheerfully.
"Son," Wayne said, appearing in the doorway. "You couldn't have told him some other time?"
"Uh. . .sorry?"
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Hello everybody, thank you for your support!
I thought about opening a patreon page, but my full-time job won't allow me to post there everyday :С Next best thing seems to be redbubble, where I will be able to list prints of my arts. What do you think? Would you support your favourite artist on redbubble? If you've ever used it, what is your feedback as a seller/buyer?
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