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hitlikehammers · 2 months

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take the call

rating: t ♥️ cw: off-screen car accident (but EVERYTHING IS FINE), hurt/comfort, softness ♥️ tags: established relationship, married steddie, hurt/comfort, rockstar Eddie/teacher Steve, Steve's heart of gold is very possibly going to be Eddie's undoing one of these days, well-worn-soul-deep love

for @steddielovemonth day eighteen: Love is terrifying (@starryeyedjanai)

set in the 00s, with Steve and Eddie having two decades of loving under their belts, now ♥️

Eddie isn’t expecting a call, any call, really; he’s in the studio, like, if he gets a call someone takes a message or whatever.

And in fairness, Eddie doesn’t get the call.

He gets a message.

“Eddie?”

He rolls his eyes kinda automatically, kinda thoughtlessly at the cut of the audio track to let the mic system override from outside the booth.

“Okay, so, like, don’t freak out.”

He’s not thoughtless at all about the way he clocks the tension in Jeff’s voice even across the speaker system; it’s entirely automatic how he freezes, how he looks up and locks eyes with his friend through the glass and sucks in a sharp breath for the look on his face: pained.

Maybe, maybe scared.

Eddie’s heart drops somewhere near his knees, but beats there so fucking hard.

“This lady called, and she said she found Lainie’s card inside the case of a phone she picked up,” and okay, okay, that’s…that’s random but maybe it’s about their assistance manger, who just got her contract confirmed and got fancy new business cards for it and has been handing them out to everybody she sees, even gave Eddie extras to pass on to Steve, maybe he can share them at the school as if anyone at even a hoity-toity private 6-through-12 school would have a reason for a card from a record label but she’s excited, and Eddie’s excited for her, and Steve loves the people Eddie works with, and not just because they’re attached to Eddie and he loves the things that come with Eddie as a given—but that’s also true, and always has been, but—

“She, um,” Jeff’s voice is filtering through again, and Eddie clocks that there’s…there’s something more to it, more than his brain’s willing to grasp just yet but his body’s apparently picked up on because he thinks the slightest breeze would knock him over and shatter him into pieces, for the tightness in his body; he’s not focused enough to count the separate beats of his pulse but he can tell it’s quick enough already, still weighed down near his feet, that counting would be kinda hard, would take effort:

“She found the phone at a car crash?”

So: the more-to-it. The thing his body already knew.

Eddie…Eddie doesn’t even need to know what comes next to know he cannot fucking breathe.

“Sounded kinda like, uh, like it could have been Steve’s phone,” Jeff is trying to tell him, and part of Eddie hears it, part of him does but most of him is white noise, is pins-and-needles, is underwater and drowning and not even fucking thinking of fighting the pull because he can’t, he’s heavy at the legs and his lungs are seizing and there’s, he’s—

“Because it, umm, she found the card because the case was broken?” and just last night Eddie’d watched Steve pop off the case and slide the cards behind with a laugh and a promise to take them with him not today—because it’s one of those federal holidays that only schools notice happening, like the post office is still open—but definitely tomorrow, never knew which of the kiddos at the Rich People School might be a budding metalhead underneath their uniforms—

“And she said the case was, um, like bright—“

Green.

Electric lime neon fuckin’ green because after three times of Eddie taking Steve’s phone by accident he’d come home with that endearing eyesore, and a kiss to the bridge of Eddie’s nose and a soft hard to confuse that, babe nuzzled against him and—

“It could maybe have just been a coincide—“ Jeff’s talking but Eddie can’t fucking hear it, not really, not when he’s letting the door slam behind him and ripping off his headphones to drop to the groundnut when he’s gasping hard enough to crack a rib, not when the floor’s gone out from underneath him and his vision’s tunneled and nothing seems real, and everything feels too real, every world ending possibility shuddering through his foggy mind alongside every heartbreakingly perfect memory blossoming up unbidden just to serve as a reminder, an underscoring of what he stands to lose, what maybe he’s already fucking lost—

He meets Jeff’s eyes without the glass between them as he grabs his keys from his jacket on the couch and makes himself take the breath that’ll fuel the voice, that’ll give him words, just one word, he needs, he fucking needs—

“Where?”

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Eddie shouldn’t have driven himself, he knows that.

Like, on some other plane of existing, he’s sure he knows that.

But on this plane, he rips past his bandmates, all the extra people with them for recording, jams the close-door button before anyone can follow him into the elevator because he happens to know this one’s quicker than the stairs even on a good day, and this—

Eddie’s shaking so goddamn hard he can barely get one foot in front of the other, he really doesn’t think he can manage ten fucking flights of steps.

He burns rubber on the way out of the parking lot, and the nearest hospital to where Steve would have been—on his day off, because holiday, he’d have bene close to home, he mentioned food shopping, he thought he might make stir-fry but he wasn’t sure, they hadn’t made a vegetable haul from the Asian market downtown in a couple weeks and they need to, they need to but Steve wasn’t feeling like going on his own, because he might not say it out loud but they both know he enjoys Eddie’s excitability when new items hit the shelves and he can’t read the language they’re labelled in so he guesses frantically until the man who owns the place takes pity, only laughs a little and explains what this spice is for, or that that crazy looking thing’s a fruit, and they ultimately buy whatever it is because Eddie wants to try it now, because he got invested and—

Eddie should pull off the fucking road; his head’s a mess, he can’t see for the way his eyes are welling, streaming, the way he’s shaking with sobs that don’t exactly burst forth, just leak from his lashes as he trembles horrifically because…

Because they were maybe gonna have stir-fry, tonight. Even without the good vegetables.

They were—

Eddie thinks it’s fucking cruel, kind of unbearably so, that his brain’s dead-set on still processing the mundane little perfections of his life as if every single one of them might be dashed to pieces, might be hanging by a thread, might be entirely fucking gone, and he, he…

He can’t. He just, he fucking can’t.

Because that the thing, isn’t it: the scenarios he’s imagining aren’t hypothetical—they’re all memories, too. Steve bloodied, Steve bruised, Steve’s bones broken and flesh torn. Steve still, too still; Steve’s skin under Eddie’s hands when he can’t find a pulse because Eddie’s shaking, same as now how Eddie is fucking shaking—

Eddie knows all those things. They’re so long ago, now, so distant but his fucking cells will never forget every single moment he saw the man he loves bigger than his own goddamn life hurt like that; be risked like that. Be lost like—

And that’s the difference. That’s what is unravelling him as he speeds through the streets quicker than he should, probably breaking more laws than he could count and definitely more than he gives a shit to notice: it’s the losing.

Because the first times, even the times that came after Steve was his: they didn’t come with the loss of so much time, so much of themselves, so much glorious life that they’d built between them, the struggles and the triumphs, the hard choices and the easy things that weren’t choices at all: everything hand-in-hand, every night spent curled around each other, all of them, all of him, inside that chest since he was twenty fucking year old, and Eddie doesn’t just not know how to be outside of what he shares with Steve.

Eddie doesn’t think his own heart can survive, if if Steve’s isn’t next to him.

Eddie’s damn fucking sure no part of him would want to.

It takes him a minute to steady himself enough to get out of the car, once he finally reaches the ER. Steady his body, but more his fucking soul because the whole of him is shaking, is crying out, is wailing unfettered and breaking because he’s terrified, he is goddamn terrified of what he’s going to find when he walks in but he has to, he has to because whatever awaits him, that’s his husband, that is the love of his whole goddamn life and if the worst is going to come for him he’ll face it like he’s faced everything else: at Steve Harrington’s side.

If the worst comes for one of them, then it came for them both.

So he’s stumbling, shuddering, but resolute in his chest when he flies through the sliding doors, eyes still swimming, unfocused but he makes himself take a deep breath—it takes a few tries, and he doesn’t quite succeed, it’s still a tremorous thing and his lungs are still in revolt, but it’s something, and he’ll take something; he has to to take something—

“Eddie?”

He almost doesn’t register it, the voice from the sick-spiral of his memories, all the love on the table to be forfeit—

He almost doesn’t register that his name’s not coming from inside his head.

“Oh my god, what happened?” There’s a flurry over motion in front of him, and he blinks rapidly to try and pin it down because it looks familiar, it smells familiar, it aches familiar in his chest but:

“What is it, what’s wrong?” and fuck, it feels familiar when a hand reaches for his cheek where it’s still damp, tacky for the tears; when another hand slides itself into Eddie’s and draws him in, a hand that fits like no other hand in this world or any other, ever—

“Are you okay?”

And the hand on his cheek turns him and follows his eyes and it takes that long for him to clear his vision properly, but now he’s just blinking so much because that, that can’t be, even if it feels in every goddamn way like it really is, but it can’t…

It can’t be Steve here, whole and on his feet and looking at Eddie with so much worry, so much heart as he tilts Eddie’s chin a little this way, that way, squints to try and see…something.

Eddie’s breath tears out of him in a wet fucking gasp;

“Am I okay?”

Because Eddie’s really not the one to fucking worry about here, Steve had—

“You’re in a hospital, Eds, that’s not usually where you go when you’re okay,” Steve’s eyes widen as he he slides both hands now to Steve’s head, holding him still and assessing…something, maybe, Jesus: Eddie doesn’t know, but he does know that the touch on him now makes his…makes his heart feel safe and he’d been fucking terrified he’d never feel that again.

“Fuck, what happened, baby, did you hit your,” and fingers are dancing gentle across points on Eddie’s skull, so delicate and careful and he can’t fucking help it—

“Are you real?”

Because he needs to know, he needs to know with words because this feels…this feels right and warm and impossible but also true, so.

He needs to know. “Am I…?” Steve’s lips part and his brow furrows before his jaw clenches in that dependable way he has of squaring up to the monster at hand, no matter the kind.

“Shit,” he breathes out slow but then he nods: resolved; “shit, okay. Okay, let’s find—“

“You are real,” and it turns out Eddie didn’t actually need him to say it. He just needed to see the flash in Steve’s eyes when he was ready to take on the world for the sake of love, the way he positions himself a little different in front of Eddie as he keeps one hand at Eddie’s cheek but then slides to brace more at his neck, purposeful, like he’s splinting a wound or something, and then a hand grabs for Eddie’s own again and: oh.

Oh yes. That is Steve Harrington, living and breathing and solid and real, because no one else protects like this.

No one.

Eddie’s heart stumbles, jackrabbits around a little, almost like a reset: like it knows as the implications sink in to Eddie’s mind that it’s not destined to break anymore.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees too easily, distracted as he tugs the gentlest bit at Eddie’s hand, toward the nurse’s station; “yeah, and we should—“

“And you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” Steve shrugs it off, but Eddie…Eddie’s vision is clearing. His pulse is settling. He can hear above the static and his limbs are getting lighter.

“You’re one-hundred-percent okay, not a scratch on you, not a single thing wrong,” he needs to make sure, like, so fucking sure.

“I am fine, Eddie,” Steve turns to look him straight on, exasperated and anxious and vibrant with it, so alive in it; “but you’re—“

Eddie’s hand moves almost without his conscious consent, definitely without a plan to grab at Steve’s arm and pinch his skin because Eddie was vaguely toying with the idea of pinches himself, and maybe with poking Steve a few extra times to make sure he didn’t disappear, but apparently his brain landed on: pinch Steve, avoid confirmation bias if your head wants to lie enough to make him real just you you, because you need him that bad.

Steve startles, and turns those beautiful brilliant bronze eyes on Eddie, stretches wide as he gapes a little at his husband.

Eddie…Eddie is here, in front of his living-breathing-gorgeously-aghast husband.

“Okay, oww,” Steve drops Eddie’s hand and pulls back, leaving Eddie’s head to its own devices as he looks a little shocked, shooting just shy of a glare Eddie’s way: full of questions.

Eddie—now that the biggest one’s solved, and solved so perfect, so gentle and sure and he doesn’t have to bury the soul of him; he doesn’t have to bury his soul—but now?

Eddie also has some fucking questions.

“Where’s your phone?” seems the most relevant to start with.

Steve blinks, frowns a little:

“It got lost in the crash—“

“Crash?” Eddie’s tone pitches up to squeak a little because: Steve’s here and whole in from of him, yes. But fuck, there was still a crash? He was—

“Not mine, my car’s still parked at fucking Jiffy Lube,” Steve adds with a huff; “I saw it happen so I stopped and—“

And Eddie knows his husband. He knows his husband better than he knows himself, and Eddie’s kinda made it a point of pride for how self-aware he’s grown to be these days, in living this life and loving Steve beyond the bounds of living at all. But he knows his Steve, and so he knows damn well what happened.

Car runs into car. Steve sees it and jumps out to help. Because Steve Harrington is a protector. Steve Harrington is a helper. Steve Harrington is the best man Eddie’s ever known.

Soon as he jumped into the fray, he wouldn’t have thought once about a fucking phone.

And Eddie, Eddie just, he needs to—

He grabs Steve’s hands and wraps them around his own waist, lets them go and then pulls Steve tight to his chest and buries his face in Steve’s shoulder as Eddie winds his way around his husband, feels him breathing, feels the tickle of his hair.

“You’re gonna kill me, Stevie,” Eddie whimpers, that going tight now all over again:

“You’ve got the biggest heart of fucking gold the world’s ever seen,” he moans into Steve’s collar; “and you’re going to fucking kill me.”

Steve doesn’t say anything, but his hands move up to rub Eddie’s back, rote and learned and he might not wholly get, yet, what Eddie’s putting together, and where Eddie’s head’s been, what his heart’s been through, but the first thing he knows, and does like clockwork, is to love of his partner, to soothe him even if he doesn’t know what for.

“Someone found your phone, and they, umm,” Eddie licks his lips, takes a suffering breath and tries to straighten but he’s not ready, not yet: he slumps right back onto Steve’s shoulder:

“They called the studio.”

“Shit,” Steve hisses, bunches his hands in Eddie’s shirt and draws him tighter to his chest: “shit, they interrupted,” and oh, fuck no, fuck regretting the interruption—

“They told me they found it at a crash site,” Eddie grits out, the hurt of it still raw, like just saying the words no matter where they landed in trust, just recalling those minutes that felt like full nightmarish lifetimes, reopens the tender wounds it’d left in hims; “they found it with the case broken,” and Steve leans back, then, eyes saucers as he meets Eddie’s gaze, breath catches harsh.

“Oh,” Steve whispers, eyes darting back and forth between Eddie’s, taking the whole of him in and then he exhales so heavy:

“Oh, babe,” he murmurs, fucking mournful before he takes his hands and links them behind the base of Eddies’ skull and draws him in to the center of his chest, envelopes him there whole: “come here.”

And Eddie falls into that chest—rising-falling-living—he falls into Steve so fucking fast

“I am totally fine, I promise you,” Steve breathes again Eddie’s ear, close and dear and real: “car’s fine—“

“I don’t fucking care about the car—“ Eddie tenses up, appalled at the implication that he gave one single goddamn thought to the car— “No, like, as proof,” Steve’s quick to correct him, to ease the hackles on him; “I wasn’t in the crash, but it was pretty bad and,” Steve shrugs a little then adds soft: “I keep my first aid certs up to date for a reason, I figure, right?”

Jesus; yes, okay. Steve’s savior complex had largely mellowed to a non-interdimensional-threat level with time but he’s meticulous about keeping every skillset he’d gone out of his way to learn from professionals before they’d gone up against the Upside Down for the last time sharp and at the ready for anything: even now.

Fuck, but this beautiful, brilliant, impossible man.

“I was helping, best I could, until the EMTs got there,” Steve tells him softly, fills in the gaps because he knows Eddie’s mind, all the pictures it paints for itself, and in times like these it’s always the worst possible pictures—he knows Eddie needs the slate wiped clean with the truths, blessedly softer, in this:

“Police wanted me to stick around for a statement but the girl who was driving the first car, she was so panicked and she didn’t want to go alone so, umm,” Steve huffs a little, shifts against Eddie gentle and solid and here: “she said she knew me, she was pretty desperate I think, so I rode here with her,” and of course he did, of course he did because he’s Steve; “now I’m just waiting to make sure she gets out of surgery okay,” he squeezes Eddie then, like a punctuation, and it feels so, so fucking good; “also still have to give the goddamn statement, but fuck knows that’s just hurry-up-and-wait,” he turns, and he kisses Eddie’s hair then and Eddie feels something snap in him, give way and the lingering tension spill from his frame as he gasp a little on a breathy exhale:

“I love you so much,” and he does, god: god, but how much he loves this man.

“I love you too, baby,” Steve mouths against his head and Eddie closes his eyes and nuzzles his a little closer as he puts it into words, because it feels like he needs to, it feels like in Steve’s arms like this, pressed up close to him to feel this undeniable life in him: it feels like the coast is clear enough to risk it, to confess:

“I was so fucking scared,” and the words only break a little, and that’s more than Eddie honestly expected.

“I am so sorry,” Steve bows his chin down to graze lips against Eddie’s hairline, delicate and intimate and shivery, trembly down Eddie’s spin for the best of reasons, now.

“Not your fault,” Eddie’s quite to counter, to make clear, because: “shit, you didn’t do anything, I just…”

Eddie makes himself pull back and meet Steve’s eyes, reaches out to frame his face, dear and desperate:

“I can’t lose you,” he moans a little, begs a little, says it with a bare line of something primal echoing in it, scraped straight from his bones: “I cannot ever lose you.”

“I know,” Steve turns and kisses one of his palms, and those two words hold the promise of five more they’ve said so many times, and held so true between them for so many year, through so fucking much:

It’s the same for me.

And to be loved the same as he loves is a fucking privilege; it’s heady and it’s wonderful and Eddie needs it, needs Steve, more than goddamn air.

“Sit with me?” Steve covers Eddie’s hands with his at his cheeks, and nods a little toward the blessedly-quiet collection of chairs by the windows; “while I wait?”

“Nowhere else I’d go,” Eddie says it like the given that it is, and pulls Steve close to kiss him full, to press his lips to Steve’s and drink his warmth, his breath, to feel it sink int past his heart and pump through his veins:

“Not ever, Stevie,” he speaks against Steve’s lips, all of him in it, every vow inside it:

“Not ever.”

tag list (comment to be added): @pearynice @hbyrde36 @slashify @finntheehumaneater @wxrmland @dreamwatch @perseus-notjackson

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #hurt/comfort #established relationship #established steddie #married steddie #rockstar eddie munson #teacher steve harrington #rockstar husbands #steve harrington's heart of gold #(will quite possibly be the death of his husband holy FUCK)#criminal levels of softness #steddielovemonth #love is terrifying #these two boys have been together for DECADES at this point and it FUCKING SHOWS #old married couple!steddie #stranger things

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hornedqueenofhell · 7 months

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#thebardsbodyguard

“Hello and welcome back, we just got to hear a sample of the new single 'We Don’t Have to Dance' from Grammy winning group Corroded Coffin and we have here the lead singer and guitarist, Edward Munson.”

Eddie waves from his spot on the couch with a shy smile, he’s still getting used to all the interviews and stuff that come with the rockstar gig.

“Thank you for joining us, we are so excited to have you here.”

“That’s sweet, thank you. I’m not used to hearing my full name, made me think I was in trouble for a second.” Eddie chuckles and so do the others on the couch as well as the audience.

“I know right, everytime I hear my full name I just-” Chris Pine straightens and looks around like he’s waiting for a parent or teacher to jump out and Eddie laughs because it’s true. The couch also has Stephanie Hsu who Eddie met briefly during the break when she asked what kind of music he did. Overall it feels less stressful than other interviews, he just has to remember that even if a joke doesn’t sit well with him to just smile and nod or Jeff will strangle him.

“So Eddie, you and your band just wrapped your second tour a few months ago and you’re already putting out a new album soon. How do you find the time to just churn out music like that?”

“Well, every member of the band pitches in to write our songs. So everytime we’re home with our friends or families we always have stuff going on, things to experience or draw on to make music. And we’re very close so we’re always meeting up to bounce ideas off each other.”

“That’s right I hear you guys all play Dungeons & Dragons togethers and you have since-”

“Since high school, yeah. I had to repeat my senior twice before I found out I had ADHD and there were days where those games were the only things that kept me going.”

Graham turns to Chris and Eddie is grateful for a moment to take a sip of his drink and fix his sleeve which is just a smidge too tight. “Chris I know you didn’t play before but have you started since being in the Dungeons & Dragons movies.”

“We did a one shot…,” he trails off and glances at Eddie who nods in confirmation, “One shot to promote the second one with John running it and it was fun but there’s just so much to memorize.”

“And you Stephanie, did you do anything like that?”

She shakes her head with a beautiful smile, “No, I heard about D&D growing up and it’s become so popular now. I tend to be outdoors- I’m still outdoors a lot, handling the farm and the gardens and such.”

“More power to you,” Eddie offers her a cheers with his glass, “I grew up in farm country but I’m terrible at keeping plants alive.” No, that honor goes to Steve who loves growing things in their apartment.

“Before we go, Eddie I have one more question for you. I know you’re not on social media much but the internet is just dying to know about that gorgeous bodyguard of yours-”

“Bodyguard? What bodyguard?” Eddie interrupts as Graham pulls out his tablet and presses a button to pull up several images from social media. In them is Eddie and a very handsome brunette man holding open the door of a cafe and walking with him into a venue with a hand on Eddie’s back. The same brunette is pictured picking up Eddie after a speaker tipped over and caused Eddie to twist an ankle during a show. All of the images are tagged #thebardsbodyguard or some similar iteration. Eddie frowns and points at the screen, at the gorgeous man he knows like the back of his hand,

“Wait, you mean my husband?”

Twitter goes down for three hours after. Eddie and Steve are trending on Tumblr for days. People scrounge up photos of them from high school, pictures of Steve from the swim team and Eddie from Hellfire club surface and float around the internet. The length of their romance is speculated on as well as when they got married. Some clever fan notes the ring Eddie wears on the same chain as his guitar pick around his neck and the bat wing tattoo on his ring finger that appeared around the same time. The only thing no one finds is the wedding. It had been a close friends and family only event and none of their people would ever share Steve and Eddie’s personal lives like that.

Eddie does eventually give a single interview about his relationship with Steve but after that refuses any others with a request for privacy. He does however post a single photo of he and Steve in their wedding tuxes on Halloween that year. The two of them smiling side by side, foreheads tipped together, eyes closed. Steve is laying on Eddie’s chest when he posts it, having given final approval on the selected photo, while they share a slice of cheesecake for their anniversary.

“Love you Stevie.”

“Love you too, my bard.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #modern au #rockstar eddie munson #people think Steve is Eddies bodyguard #secret relationship #married steddie #steddiefic chronicles

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italiansteebie · 11 months

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steddie streamer au being their universe's version of jenna and julien and steve is the chaotic cook bimbo man and eddie is very much the same but also different bc he plays into it and and and and

they both like to show each other the tiktoks they found and eddie thinks the most unfunny ones are absolutely hysterical and he's got tears running down his face bc he's laughing so hard and steve is just standing there like 😶

and they do the couple trends and all of a sudden they're the internets boyfriends.

and ppl just about pass away when steve proposing casually over stream one day and eddie just goes "the fuck dawg?" bc eddie had already proposed a year before and they got married 2 months ago and that's how chat finds out they're married.

and then they're no longer the internets boyfriends anymore but the internet's husbands

#steve harrington #eddie munson #streamer au #this au has me by the throat #steddie streamers #steddie streamer au #chaotic steve harrington #married steddie #modern au #modern steddie #streamer steve harrington #streamer eddie munson #steddie ficlet #stranger things #steddie #steve x eddie

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str4wb3rry-guy · 1 year

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all the fics w steve and eddie finally getting married when gay marriage is legalized are so beautiful and wonderful and sweet and i luv them all sm HOWEVER

i see too many ppl saying their last names become "harrington-munson". i feel like steve would be more than happy to get rid of his last name. i mean, does he have anything positive linked to his fathers name? most likely not. and while eddies father was also probably awful, he still has his uncle. steve has nothing positive linked to his last name, eddie has a wonderful uncle/father figure linked to his last name.

steve would take eddies last name when they got married. i will not be debating this w anyone becuz i am right and there is nothing else to it /lh

#steddie #steddie headcanon #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #st4 #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steveddie #steddie fic ideas #steve harrington hc #eddie munson hc #stranger things headcanons #stranger things rant #steve harrington headcanons #eddie munson headcanons #married steddie #modern steddie #wayne munson

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eddieintheupsidedown · 1 year

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before they start dating steve already calls eddie short stuff (the same way eddie calls him big boy) but one time he slips up and calls him hot stuff instead. eddie won’t let him live it down until their wedding day

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #domestic steddie #big boy #short stuff #married steddie

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steddilly · 1 year

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Steddie AU where Eddie runs a tattoo parlour and Steve owns a bakery across the street. Half of Eddie’s clientele are tourists on vacation or people passing by, and they always ask the same question. “You’re Eddie Munson, right? What’s the deal with Munson’s Bakery over there?” To which Eddie has the immense pleasure of responding, “That’s my husband’s place. He’ll give you a discount if you show him your fresh ink.”

They live above the bakery with their two cats, Garfield and Farrah. They always have a spare room in case the party or one of their friends needs to crash with them. Their lives are never dull 🥰

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #tattooist eddie munson #baker steve harrington #married steddie #domestic steddie #steddie and their cats

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mimixmunson · 1 month

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Inspired by the lovely @bonitabreezy and I having a conversation about older!Steddie in a nursing home.

I can see them just constantly fucking about, never making life easy for the nurses who work there.

"Hey Steve watch this"

*Eddie smirks and presses the emergency buzzer*

*Nurse runs into the room expecting to see one of them on the floor or something*

"Oops sorry didn't mean to press that"

*Nurse leaves the room with a face like thunder they both erupt into laughter.*

Or Eddie who convinces Steve to ride the metal cart that transports the residents medication to their rooms. He pushes him down the halls until the wheel buckles at the top of the stairs. He peeks through his fingers covering his eyes to see Steve, flat out on the floor, looking like he’s eating the carpet with the cart on top of him.

“That was metal. Pretty sure you did a somersault baby!”

To which Steve tries to lift his head but it feels to heavy for his shoulders and comically flops back to the carpet and groans.

Last but not least, older Eddie who insists he’s still fit enough to attend metal gigs.

Eddie- *in the pit*

Steve- "careful of your god damn back I am NOT carrying you home if you slip a disc again."

Eddie- *Immediately falls on the floor and cracks a rib after the first push*

Steve- *Walks like 5 miles with Eddie on his back like a koala*

Oh that boy fucking MILKS it until he’s physically unable to get any more sympathy for it.

Eddie in his whiniest voice- "Stevie: ( carry me.”

Steve- "Fine but as long as you stop calling it 'uppies' you're a grown man"

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shinekocreator · 1 year

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I haven't watched season 4 yet and my only source of info is the fics and hcs y'all post here

It's the ungodly decade of the 2020s and Steve does the "I'm with the band" fashion trend on tiktok.

He starts with some metal bands Eddie introduced him to, wearing black and leather and whatnot.

The last band, however, is the legendary metal band "Corroded Coffin". For this band, he wears his usual outfit, sweater and everything.

However, he places his hand close to the camera to show off his ✨wedding ring✨

#rockstar eddie munson X steve #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #rockstar eddie munson #married steddie #stranger things #corroded coffin #pls reblog #steddie headcannons #steddie hc #steddie hcs #steddie headcanon

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waterbaby069 · 1 year

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Messy Bakers

Cupcakes won for the poll and I know I’ve been gone for so long but I’ve been getting stuff ready to move lolol- i Hope you enjoy domestic steddie!

Eddie, Steve, and pretty much the entire gang were at Steve’s house. His parents were long gone from ever coming back to Hawkins. This had all started with a bet from Dustin to see who could bake better.. totally not to get free cupcakes for the whole gang. Definitely not.

Steve had been mixing his batter on and off while Eddie was.. a mess to say the least. His body was COVERED in flour and eggs. When Eddie accidentally flung batter on Steve, it was over.

Steve slowly looked over at Eddie with wide eyes and Eddie looked at him trying not to laugh his ass off.

“Hey- hey Stevie.” Eddie laughed while talking.

“Yes, Eds?” He asked as the batter dropped down his face slowly.

“You- you got uh-“ Eddie pointed at his face all over.

“Oh I didn’t know.” Steve said sarcastically and wiped off his face but not before flinging it on Eddie’s face as well.

“HEY!” He cackled and soon Steve joined him in laughing loudly and smiling.

“You’re an idiot, Mr. Harrington.” Eddie said lovingly while wiping the batter off of Steve’s face.

“And so are you, Mr. Harrington.” Steve responded, a lovestruck smile on his face.

#steddie #domestic steddie #baking with Eddie equals throwing batter #steddie drabble #wholesome #Steve can bake but Eddie distracts him easily #MARRIED STEDDIE #I love these two little shits

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hawkinsbnbg · 13 hours

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For all the things those nimble hands could do, Eddie didn't know how to peel an orange without making a mess.

Steve always found it amusing how his husband could craft intricate pieces of artwork, but when it came to simple things, he suddenly became clumsy with flailing limbs and confused puppy eyes.

Despite his many attempts and determination, Eddie always failed in the end with ruined oranges clutched in his hands while juices spilling everywhere.

And Steve would eat them anyway. Because they didn't waste food, and because they loved each other at their best and their worst.

They were sitting on the couch with his feet in Eddie's lap as those deft hands rubbing and kneading the soreness away from his muscles.

"Wish I could learn how to do that," Eddie said while watching Steve peel the orange.

And you don't need to because I'm glad I can always do this for you, Steve wanted to say.

Instead, he tore the fruit in half and then shuffled into Eddie's lap.

As he fed his husband and himself section after section, he thought the aligned stars might as well have their names written on them.

Their fates were twining red strings, woven and knitted into a lovely knot.

"Teach me how to do it, sweetheart?" Eddie held him securely and pecked the corner of his lips.

"Peeling oranges?" Steve arched his eyebrow.

"Yeah, so I can pick out the white parts for you," Eddie gazed at him, warm like the Sunday morning when they slept in and cuddled while it was raining outside.

Steve met those chocolate eyes that filled his veins with honey and turned his inside into molasses.

Their love was a gentle thing, but no less powerful.

Just like an orange. It was built to share with many pulps and juicy flesh. And yet, its skin was unyielding, stubborn to a fault.

Even Steve had had to look up for a few tricks to take it apart.

And perhaps, that also applied to their love. To reach the rewarding part, one had to work for it.

Nothing had ever been easy for them.

But here, sitting in Eddie's lap and tasting the same orange with him, Steve felt like all those years, all their pains and losses had finally paid off.

"I can pick out the white parts myself," Steve pointed out gently.

"And what kind of husband am I to not help you with it?" Eddie countered with an easy smile. "We're one half of each other's, darlin'. I'm not gonna let you do anything alone."

"Even peeling oranges?" Steve leaned closer to whisper into those plump lips.

"Especially peeling oranges," Eddie gave him a citrus kiss, sour and sweet, fond and tender.

And Steve was putty in those loving hands.

Maybe, he thought dimly as Eddie took off his shirt, they could make marmalade together next time.

#steddie #married steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #mi media naranja #when peeling oranges is a love language #sionewrites

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hitlikehammers · 2 months

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safe under you

rating: t ♥️ cw: criminal-levels of softness ♥️ tags: established relationship, rockstar husbands, writing vows, soul-deep love, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day nineteen: Love is the comfort of quiet moments (@tboygareth)

the rockstar husbands are back on their soft-sleepy-romantic bullshit idk ♥️ maybe I'll get around to writing the ACTUAL VOWS next time

“You’re so quiet.”

Which meant Eddie should have heard his husband approaching but: as it stands he really, really didn’t, and he jumps hard when Steve whispers from behind his shoulder over the back of the couch.

Steve laughs at the glare Eddie shoots him—a half-hearted one at best but there—as he reaches to start rubbing at the crook of his neck, up and down on either side and the glaring goes away instantly because: Steve Harrington?

Has magical hands.

“Whatcha doing?” he murmurs close to Eddie’s ear and Eddie hums a little as he gathers himself from going immediately-boneless under Steve’s touch, the kneading of his palm against Eddie’s strained muscles because he’s been down here…not too long, he doesn’t think. They’d gone to bed together at normal time, and he’d fallen asleep, too; he’d just been restless when he woke up, and knew it was the kind of thing he wouldn’t get more rest out of unless he did something about it, so he’d kissed Steve’s head and rolled out of bed, regretful for it but hopeful, too, that if he gave in to the nagging at the back of his head, he’d quiet it enough to be able to slip back in next to his beloved, and lean against the mattress just so, so that Steve’s arms could curl around him as they always did: soft and sweet and waiting to hold him.

Eddie just hasn’t…managed to get there, yet.

“Writing,” Eddie sighs, and then whines a little as Steve’s hands leave their place on his shoulders, and he turns to look because where’s Steve going, Steve shouldn’t go anywhere, Steve should stay right—

Here.

And look at that: Steve’s plopping himself down on the sofa next to Eddie, a little too far but then he’s scooting further, and Eddie opens his mouth to protest but then Steve’s dropping down, draping his body over Eddie’s lap and laying against him, looking up at him with still-half-sleepy eyes and just…

He’s just so fucking beautiful, y’know?

“You’re never quiet when you’re writing,” Steve says, head tilted up, eyes closed as he leans back against the armrest where Eddie’s got his notebook, his face so soft. His mouth so soft—

“Campaign, you mumble to yourself,” Steve continues on, his voice syrupy, still only half-committed to waking; “lyrics, you hum if you don’t have a guitar,” and then he reaches down toward Eddie’s knee and taps rhythmic there:

“And you drum your fingers,” and Steve smiles as his fingers dance for a few languid moments before he eases his lashes open and meets Eddie’s gaze, because Eddie’s gaze has been on his since he settled in his lap.

Because: duh.

“Looks like it’s hard, too,” Steve sucks his lower lip between his teeth, face still soft but mouth quirked just a little downward, still a little dream-soaked and Eddie love that part, but: never the downturn of that mouth.

“Hmm?” Eddie rumbles low so Steve’ll maybe feel it a little where he’s pressed; the little hazy giggle Steve lets out as he nuzzles into Eddie’s middle just that tiny bit: he felt.

Eddie likes to think he’s never been so in love, but he doesn’t…he doesn’t believe he’s ever not loved Steve with all of his everything.

He’s just wholly convinced that his everything grows with ever moment beside this man, every heartbeat lived together: it stretches him wider, broader every day for the singular purpose of holding the all of his love ever-bigger.

“Whatever you’re working on,” Steve murmurs, just short of sleep-slurred; “you’ve got this,” and he reaches, bats a little around Eddie’s face before he lands between his eyebrows and smooths the skin there which, okay, fine, had been all wrinkled-up.

“Means you’re concentrating too hard,” Steve comments sagely, patting Eddie’s cheek a little blind as he settles wholly back in Eddie’s lap.

“This happens to be very important,” Eddie counters with a tiny flick to Steve’s ear, which is met with a little squeak that warms his insides so delicate, so thorough and full.

“Doubtful,” Steve manages to scoff, like he’s tipping closer to wakefulness but not there yet; “not important enough to make you,” and Steve’s the one flicking now, light at Eddie’s forearm in emphasis:

“Quiet and frowny.”

He’s so…he’s fucking edible he’s so adorable, that’s what he is—Jesus.

“Not frowny,” Eddie lets a little at Steve’s hair, all tousled from the bed; “invested.”

Steve purses his lips and tries—fails, but tries—to peek at the notebook on level with his temple.

“What’s got you so invested, then?” he finally gives up trying to turn and read where Eddie’s hasn’t even bothered trying to hide, not least because there is nothing there, and just asks. And Eddie could dodge it. Steve would respect it if he did.

But he…he doesn’t. Generally speaking he doesn’t hide anything from Steve. Big or small. Their life is a shared thing from top to bottom and Eddie loves that about them so fucking fierce, so. He just sighs and admit it.

“My vows.”

Because that’s what’s been keeping him up, that’s what drove him out of the soft joy of their bed, that’s what amounted to scribbles and cross-outs alone on the page in front of him and it should be this hard, Eddie’s a decent enough lyricist, not to mention most of his songs all this time are for, or inspired by, or just about, generally, all-encompassingly: Steve. It’s always Steve.

Which makes it that much more unbearable that he can’t seem to fucking write his goddamn vows.

Then, though, just then; the most unexpected thing happens. Or starts.

Steve starts shaking against him and there a half-second he’s worried—does it hurt his sweetheart, that he can’t get the words down, does it make him sad, is he cryi—

No.

No: it only takes half-a-second for the anxiety to fade and the sound to register alongside the trembling: Beautiful. Radiant. Still wholly unexpected.

Steve’s laughing.

“That’s silly,” Steve finally tells him, looking up at him with genuine north in his eyes and yes, he’s still a little sleepy-drunk, but the feeling is wholly present and…

Eddie isn’t sure what to do with it—wants to just wrap himself inside it and savor but: his vows…laughable?

Silly?

“What?”

“You’ve already made your vows,” Steve grins up at him, all brightness; “like, three times,” and, okay.

Okay, that’s not exactly wrong, though he could probably try to argue that it was more three proposals’ worth of vows, and are those actually vows, if it’s just a proposal—

“Proposals fucking count,” Steve waves his wrist definitively and…Eddie isn’t sure if he said any of that out loud?

Then: probably wouldn’t make a difference either way. They know each other.

“The first one was legitimately with the twisty-tie from a loaf of Home Pride,” Eddie points out because: because that…that’s probably not as important—

“Mmhmm,” Steve hums, and lifts his left hand: there’s a simple ring on his left hand, pricey for their budget when they’d gathered their family and committed to always in front of them under a temperate Indiana summer’s sky, bonfire and barbecue lively in the background: but that ring wasn’t smooth; it had a long-worn-bare stick of metal wrapped around it and soldered, one that used to be covered in bright paper to stick out against a plastic bread bag:

“I remember well,” and Steve sounds so soft, so blissfully taken in by the memory of that first time Eddie had proposed and, fuck.

Fuck, the butterflies never go away, do they? That effervescent joy stays fresh and vivacious forever.

Thank fuck; he wants no less of this; for them. The love they have deserves no less.

“Still want to melt down the Ring Pop,” Steve says as he plays with his ring; “make it match,” and that’d been the second time: Steve had bought Eddie a ring at a ren faire, and Eddie’d been beside himself to reciprocate, immediately, because Steve deserved no less, and that was how the bum-end of a long-licked Ring Pop came to live eternally on Steve’s keys.

To be eyed for melting into a full-hoop shape for years, now, but Eddie kinda thinks it’s loved and treasured plenty, just as it already is.

“I love you so fucking much,” Steve tells him, apropos of nothing, and that’s…that’s kind of exactly how they work, yeah. They just love.

So fucking much.

Eddie’s pulse kinda skips with it, bounces like pigtails hopscotching along, all unbridled glee. He draws Steve hand to his lips, kisses his knuckles.

“Aren’t you,” Eddie swallows as he lifts his blank notebook and shakes it around a little: “aren’t you stressing over them?”

Because it doesn’t sound like he is, and that’s…sure, they’ve done this before, if not with a license in hand like they will this time. But Steve’s always been more prone to worry over stuff like this. So while Eddie doesn’t want the man he loves to be anxious, he is…kinda wondering, is all.

“Not writing any,” Steve shrugs and lets the motion turn him a little against Eddie’s lap, to look up more straight-on.

“You know I’m not great with words,” Steve tells him simply; “like, planning them out, I’ll fuck it up in the moment and then I’ll just be more flustered.”

And, yeah: okay. That’s a fair point.

Then there’s a hand slipping up his jaw, and crawling his cheek, and turning him down to look at Steve closer:

“Figured I can just look at you, and I’ll,” Steve’s pupils get bigger as he exhales, as he takes in Eddie’s face and beams at him, strokes his cheekbone with his thumb.

“The most important things are always right there,” Steve breathes warm: “so I’ll just say what’s already waiting.”

And shit. The man says he’s bad at words.

“You’re the light of life, Steve Harrington,” Eddie whispers, contorting himself to lean and Steve sees, arches up to press their lips as Eddie mouths against him: “the song in my soul,” and fuck: he means it so many times over he could never count it, could never pin a number to it. It’s too vast.

“See, look at you,” Steve taps his cheek playfully, but so soaked up with love; “you’ve already got all your words, so,” and then he lets his hand slide off Eddie’ face, and he sits up just to grab at Eddie’s legs, swing them up onto the couch and settles himself between them, tugging Eddie from the calves further down until he’s propping himself up by his palms.

“C’mon,” Steve coaxes, and uses his back to ease Eddie down and: oh. Oh, he wants them laid out on the cushions.

And well: Eddie could, would, will only ever oblige, if the question is do you want to lay down with your husband thrice-almost-four-times-over?

Because again: duh. If they were really in the market for silly ideas.

Steve sighs so happily, so airy and bright even as Eddie reaches to flick the light off, and wraps his arms to rest around Steve, sure and close where he holds him to his chest, folds him in where he already nuzzles deeper and:

It’s how safe my heart feels under the weight of your head.

Well, fuck him.

Maybe he does know his vows already.

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katfishwrites · 1 year

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Inside Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington's Quirky Indiana Home!

Leaning on the open dark red door is the lead singer of Corroded Coffin - Eddie Munson. Eddie’s hair is tied back in a half up half down messy bun. He’s dressed casually in a band t-shirt that is so faded it’s practically black and ripped black jeans.

Eddie greets the camera crew with a gigantic smile.

“AD! Come on In!” Eddie gestures excitedly while stepping backwards into the house.

Some overall key features of the house include: A large bookcase filled to the brim with books and trinkets, framed photos and art cover the walls, and a fish tank with a couple of different colored fish swim calmly.

“Let’s start in the kitchen. Do you guys want coffee? Stevie’s making a pot.”

The camera pans from left to right as if to signal that they don’t want any - as they follow Eddie into the kitchen. The main colors of the kitchen are powder blue and slate grey. There’s a large island with a marble countertop. Four light grey bar stools surround the far end of the island. The seats are permanently set - the four plates accompanying the stools do not match, but yet somehow they do - the plates are white, blue, orange, and purple.

“Look who came to visit.” Eddie gives Steve a kiss on the cheek as he sets his coffee mug on the nearest counter. Steve wraps one of his arms around Eddie, leaning on him.

“Welcome to our kitchen.” Steve gives the camera a soft but somewhat shy smile, he’s not uncomfortable by the presence of the cameras but he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little awkward.

“Since all these videos start in the kitchen for some reason.” Eddie continues.

“I can’t take any credit for anything in here other than the magnets on the fridge, that was all Steve.” Eddie mirrors Steve’s gesture and gives him a squeeze, comforting him.

Closeup on fridge doors: an old Corroded Coffin magnet, Steve’s old Scoops Ahoy and Family Video nametags, location magnets from different stops Eddie has stopped on tour, a photobooth photo strip is held up with a heart magnet, and scraps of paper with various doodles from each other as well as other guests are hung up with a rainbow assortment of smiley face magnets.

“That’s because I am the one who cooks.” Steve steps away from Eddie and pokes him in the side.

Eddie gasps and puts a hand over his heart “What do you mean? I cook”

“Reheating things in the microwave and making toast does not count as cooking.”

Eddie laughs and Steve tries to explain his favorite things about the kitchen, but he can’t help but laugh alongside his husband. It takes Steve a moment to collect himself from chuckling before he starts to explain about the kitchen.

“When we designed our house, we worked with the incredibly talented Robin Buckley, who just happens to be one of my best friends.” Steve can’t help the big smile on his face - he loves talking about his friends, especially when it comes to their successes.

“We really just both had a field day when it came to doing the kitchen. One of my favorite parts is the coffee station.”

Closeup on the espresso machine sitting on a slate grey countertop, under the countertop is a minifridge with different milks and creamers. Beside the countertop is a silver bar cart. The cart is filled with different flavored syrups and sauces, straws, and hot chocolate mix.

“Even though I spend my whole day at work making coffee for other people, I still love making coffee for me and Eds in the morning and sitting outside.”

“We’re a big coffee family, if you couldn’t tell by all the mugs.” Eddie joins in as he takes a mug off the wall.

Medium wide shot of the wall covered in coffee mugs. A collection that at the minimum has at least twenty mugs, the mugs range from holiday themed to old mugs from cafes that Steve used to work at.

“We might have a bit of a mug buying problem.” Steve looks like he is about to say something, but Eddie continues before he has the chance to interrupt.

“But look at this one! I use this one pretty much everyday.” Eddie places the mug on the kitchen island, near the sink.

Close up of Eddie’s favorite mug: it’s a black mug, nothing special about it.

“Hold on, don't move that camera away yet. You haven’t even seen how cool this one is!” Eddie says quickly as he moves the faucet arm towards the mug.

Continued close up: as the water goes into the mug, different sized bats in a rainbow of colors start to appear on the sides of the mug.

“Isn’t this amazing!” Eddie’s practically squealing with excitement.

The camera tilts up and down to mirror a nod.

Eddie and Steve both take a seat in the barstools at the end of the island.

“And this is where we eat all of our meals.” Steve gestures to the surrounding plates.

“We used to have a dining room table but we never used it at all.”

“We also have real plates, but these are so much more fun!” Eddie says, picking up the purple plate in front of him to show the camera.

“We painted these ourselves at one of those clay painting places. All the bad ones were made by Steve.”

“Hey!” Steve jabs Eddie’s side.

“I decided to go for a more minimalistic look for mine.” Steve rebuttals.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Harrington.” Eddie winks.

Closeup on the colorful plates. The purple plate is bare except for a frog in a wizard hat who is holding a small wand. The pastel green of the frog contrasts the purple and his hat is the same color as the plate with yellow stars - made by Eddie of course. The next two plates are made by Steve. The blue plate is made up of different shades of blue resembling the sea, in the top corner of the plate there’s a sun wearing sunglasses The green plate is simpler, it resembles a field and is covered in flowers of different sizes and colors. The white plate is last, the majority of the plate is covered in a rainbow tie-dye, which is done quite precisely. No doubt made by Eddie’s steady hand.

The next stop is the living room, which is pretty big. The main color of the living room is emerald green.

Some key pieces of decor in the living room are: the giant velvet emerald green couch, the cream area rug that’s covered in illustrated tigers, the same shot of the bookcase from the start of the video, an assortment of different plants are scattered throughout the living room, and finally on the wall above a large TV are three large portraits from their wedding day. The two photos on the left and right are slightly smaller and in black and white while the largest one in the middle is in color. All three photos appear to have been shot on film.

The photo on the left is a close up of Steve and Eddie’s hands wearing their rings. You can easily tell whose hands are whose by the amount of rings on Eddie’s hands compared to Steve’s.

The photo on the right is a more intimate moment between Eddie and Steve, they’re on a dock with Lover’s Lake behind them. It’s a candid photo of them laughing.

The last photo is a group photo of the wedding party. Steve and Eddie are in the middle, Steve’s in a classic tux but with a black velvet jacket. Eddie on the other hand, is wearing a black shimmery open vest, his necklaces and tattoos clearly visible, and he’s wearing wide legged pants made out of the same shimmery material. Their wedding party is pretty large on the side next to Steve is Robin, Nancy, Lucas, Max, and El. One Eddie’s side is Will, Dustin, Mike, Jonathan, and Argyle.

Under the three photos is a small framed note that reads:

“The most beautiful and happiest wedding photos I’ve ever taken!

Who would’ve thought that that camera you got me in ‘83 would still take great photos!

Enjoy the honeymoon!

Jonathan Byers”

“Here is one of my favorite rooms in the house, the living room.” Eddie smiles brightly before continuing

“My favorite thing is how cozy it is here. Especially the couch!” Eddie throws himself over the back of the couch, earning a chuckle from Steve.

“I literally dream about this couch when I’m touring.”

Eddie springs back up from off the couch and keeps showing various elements of the room. He leads the cameraman to the large dark brown bookshelf that takes up the majority of the rightmost wall.

“Ever since I was in school, I have always loved to read. Some of my favorites are Tolkien, King, and of course Byers.”

While Eddie is showing off his well loved books to the cameras, Steve is standing almost out of frame; the second Eddie mentioned the name Byers he had the biggest smile on his face. Steve was never able to pick favorites out of all the Hawkins gang, but after knowing everything the Byers family went through growing up, Steve gets a little extra excited when Will or Jonathan’s achievements are mentioned - not that he’d ever let the kids know that.

Inside the bookshelf there is an entire row dedicated to a complete collection of Will Byers’ graphic novel series “Adventures inside the Upside Down”. Eddie makes sure to show the page long handwritten note Will wrote to Eddie and Steve in the first book of the series.

“So funny story, both Steve and I grew up in this small town in Indiana. We actually went to high school together but didn’t actually hang out until after graduation. Since Stevie was the dreamboat of Hawkins High” Eddie bats his eyelashes before continuing,

“and I was but a freak.” He says clutching his shirt over where his heart is.

“But Steve somehow managed to befriend and essentially babysit everyone in Hawkins who would go on to become something.”

The camera turns to Steve and he is blushing and running his hand through the back of his hair.

Medium wide shot of the bookshelf nearly overflowing with books. The middle of the shelf is dedicated to “The Adventures inside the Upside Down” while the other shelves are filled with Eddie’s other favorite authors. Mixed in throughout the shelves is a collection of trinkets including: hand painted D&D figures, decorative shot glasses, and small knick-knacks that Eddie and Steve have picked up on their travels.

“Oh and one more thing about the bookshelf is this!” Steve takes over as he points to a framed newspaper article above the bookshelf. The newspaper inside the frame is slightly yellowed due to its age. The headline of the paper reads “Inside Hawkins’ Mysterious Pumpkin Problem” written by Nancy Wheeler.

“This is the first front page story that one of my best friends, Nancy Wheeler ever had published in our town’s local newspaper.” Steve says excitedly.

“See that’s what I’m saying, everyone who turned out to be someone is somehow entwined with Steve.” Eddie says sort of as a joke but there is a hint of seriousness in his voice.

The last aspect of the living room that Steve and Eddie show off is the large fish tank opposite the bookcase.

Closeup on the fishtank with a few multicolored fish swimming around the tank happily. The tank is also filled with lots of plants and a couple small pieces of decor.

“We both wanted a pet but with my touring schedule and Steve’s long hours at work we wanted something that was a little easier to take care of. So we got a fishtank, and I’ll be honest I love these lil guys more than I thought I would.” Eddie says pointing at the fish in the tank.

The large grey bottom feeder slowly swimming by himself is named Wayne after Eddie’s uncle. The bright purple fish is named Dart and there is a yellow fish named Nougat.

“Before we head upstairs I wanna show you guys the mini bathroom.” Eddie says as he leads the camera crew to a small door just across from the staircase.

Eddie opens the door revealing an almost entirely black bathroom.

“Our compromise was I could make the bathroom black, if Steve got full reign of the master bathroom.” Eddie says, rubbing his hands together manically.

“The tub is one of my favorite things about this room.” Eddie smiles.

“I’ve found Eddie hiding away in there, nose deep in a book more times than I can count.” Steve chuckles, giving Eddie a small nudge.

“I also love how much people get freaked out when they use it for the first time.” Eddie quickly closes the door behind the cameraman encasing them in a brief darkness before Eddie flicks the light switch on.

When the lights come on, Eddie is making one of his signature devil faces right into the camera. The cameraman jumps slightly, showing that Eddie succeeded in his mission.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help it. I just wanted to show you these little guys.” Eddie’s laugh can be heard while the cameraman is focusing on the light fixtures in the bathroom.

Closeup on the artificial candles in the bathroom. At first glance they appear to be floating. But looking closer, the candles are being held up by little black gargoyles.

With the lights turned on, there is a painting on the door behind Eddie, which matches the vibe of the room perfectly.

The painting on the back of the door is “Saturn Devouring His Son” by Francisco José de Goya.

Eddie opens the door, freeing them both from the small bathroom, which really isn’t meant for two.

“I think that’s all downstairs, how about we head upstairs?” Steve claps his hands together, already on the second step.

Lining the wall beside the staircase is a mixture of framed photos of Steve and Eddie with their friends and framed movie and musician posters. A few of Steve and Eddie’s favorites include all of the original Star Wars trilogy, the most recent tour poster for Wallows, the lineup for Lollapalooza 2019 - the first festival that Corroded Coffin was a headliner for.

“Instead of doing two bathrooms in a row, let’s head into the master bedroom.” Steve opens the door to reveal the room.

“And this is where the magic happens!” Eddie says winking directly into the camera, already in the room.

“So unfortunately, Eddie Munson can no longer join the remainder of the tour.” Steve shuts the door to the bedroom, pretending to lock Eddie in.

“I cannot believe I have been betrayed by my own husband like this!” Eddie can be heard shouting from the other side of the door.

“Alright, Alright we’re coming in.” On camera Steve can be seen rolling his eyes, but he’s laughing as he opens the door.

Some key features of the room include the large bay window, the small coffee table with one of Eddie’s notebooks on it, an acoustic guitar leaning on the window next to the table, and the queen sized bed with a polka dotted bedspread.”

The walls are a light yellow and Eddie is sitting on the bay window seat, holding a stuffed animal.

Medium wide shot of Eddie on the bay window seat: the sun is shining through the window as Eddie cradling a funny looking yellow fish. The sunlight highlights the stray curls that have fallen out of his messy bun and gives him an angelic look. Beside Eddie are a few more plushies, including a cute venus flytrap - reminiscent of Audrey II, a red octopus, and a purple bat.

“Ya know when I said this is where the magic happens, I meant writing songs…” Eddie shoots Steve a look.

“Once we got the master bedroom all set up, I wrote the entirety of my newest album “Echoes of a Heartbeat” right here, and spoiler alert it’s pretty much all love songs.” Eddie blows a kiss to Steve, who might have been caught blushing by the camera.

“Since it’s our bedroom, we pretty much had an even say in what we wanted the room to look like. Except Eddie was very specific on the walls being this exact shade of yellow, and I’m still really not sure why.” Steve looks to Eddie hoping he’d answer his question.

“Oh Stevie, come on, you have got to be kidding me!” Eddie gets up to wrap an arm around Steve.

“You really don’t know?”

Steve shrugs his shoulders.

“Let me set the scene: Hawkins, Indiana circa 1985 a young Eddie Munson somehow manages to get a date with the cute guy working at Family Video. Eddie Munson pulls up to a secluded side of Lover’s Lake where the one and only Steve Harrington, sets up a picnic where he is wearing a light yellow sweater.”

When Eddie finishes his story they are both blushing and Steve pulls him into a big kiss, not caring that they are currently on camera.

The two pull away from the kiss and Steve whispers to Eddie “Hey Eds, I think we have something to finish first.��

Eddie shoots the camera another wink before continuing to talk about the room, with his cheeks flushed pink.

“Besides writing songs here, Stevie and I get into some pretty competitive video game tournaments.” Eddie looks at Steve and looks back into the camera, he cups his hands around his mouth as if he’s telling the camera a secret.

“And I usually win.”

“Hey! I heard that.” Steve comes into frame to push Eddie.

“Anything else you wanna show off in the room? Before we head outta here.”

“Oh actually! There is.” Steve grabs a small frame off his nightstand to show to the camera.

Inside the frame is a signed drawing of Eddie and Steve dressed in some sort of battle gear. Steve is wearing a denim vest and holding a wooden baseball bat with nails stuck through it. Eddie is dressed in a green shawl, which makes him look like he’s covered in grass. Eddie is also holding the lid of a trash can as a shield, it also has some nails stuck into it. Under the drawing it reads “Hellfire Club: Steve’s first and only campaign.”

“Eddie commissioned Will Byers to draw this for me after we finished this campaign. I think he did it so I had a constant reminder of how much fun I had as Harrington the Brave.” Steve shoots a look at Eddie, but Eddie keeps his mouth shut.

“I did have fun, it was just so long.” Steve chuckles as he puts the frame back in its place on the nightstand.

The camera catches Eddie rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

“Shall we head into the master bathroom?” Eddie says one foot already out the door.

“I’ll let Steve take the wheel on this part of the tour, since this room was Steve’s magnum opus besides the kitchen.” Eddie bows as Steve walks into the room.

Some key features of the bathroom include the black and white tile floor with pink grout running through it, the sunlight coming through the sheer curtains, and the ceiling is painted with a gorgeous sunset - the oranges, yellows, and pinks compliment the room perfectly.

“I just really wanted the bathroom to feel as luxurious as possible.” Steve says while waving his hands in a small circle trying to showcase the room.

“Like the White Lotus, but no one dies!” Eddie can’t help but chime in.

“So Robin and I started designing the bathroom while Eddie was on tour in Venice; every photo he sent had these beautiful painted ceilings and I kept showing Robin and she surprised me with the sunset.”

Throughout the bathroom there are little flourishes of gold - all the hardware from the drawer pulls to the shower head are made out of white gold.

“I got a little carried away with all the gold, but what can I say - I like shiny things.” Steve says as his hand starts to creep up the back of his neck.

“But I couldn’t let Stevie have all the fun, so I had to add some things to make it a little more my speed.”

Eddie proceeds to grab something from a shelf next to the sink. When he comes back in Eddie’s hands are three different figures of Gonzo from The Muppets.

“So fun fact, I love The Muppets - especially Gonzo. Also when Steve worked at Family Video and was trying to flirt through movies, he tried to slip a more romantic movie in the bag of movies I was renting but instead he accidently put Muppets Take Manhattan in the bag.

As the camera slowly zooms out from Eddie, Steve can be seen visibly turning red as Eddie continues to tell the story.

“Little did he know, The Muppets are the way to my heart.” Eddie gives Steve a quick kiss on the cheek before going to put the figures back.

“And the blues do match the rest of the color story of the room if I do say so myself.” Eddie says in a fake snobby somewhat british accent with his hands on his hips.

Steve waves him off with a laugh as they head out into the hallway.

“I feel like we really don’t have a lot of rooms left but the master closet should definitely be next.” Steve says before they head into the next room.

The master closet is directly across from their bedroom. Following Steve into the walk-in closet, the walls are painted the same pale yellow color as their bedroom.

Some key features of the master closet include some of Eddie’s tour outfits on full display, two matching full length squiggle mirrors, a pink velvet circular ottoman, and framed concert posters of some of Steve and Eddie’s favorite artists: Wallows, the 1975, and ABBA.

“Eds, I feel you should take charge on this one just because you have so many more clothes than I do.” Steve says as he sprawls out on the ottoman.

“What can I say, I love a costume change.” Eddie spins around making sure to flick up some of the fabric of the long sleeves.

“I love having the outfits from my tours on the faceouts. It brings back all the memories of the city that I wore that outfit in.” Eddie says with a big smile on his face as the camera picks up a slight twinge of blush on Eddie’s cheeks.

“The majority of this half of the closet is used for my more extravagant outfits. But this is my favorite section, the costumes of Halloweens’ past!” Eddie excitedly ruffles through the racks to find a specific costume.

Steve turns around on the ottoman, genuinely curious to see which costume Eddie’s looking for. Steve would never toot their own horn, but they do kill their Halloween costumes year after year.

“Found it!” Eddie pulls out a floor length long sleeved black gown and a black pinstripe suit.

“This was our first Halloween as a married couple and our first of many Halloween bashes. Remember that Stevie?” He of course knew the answer, but they were on camera after all.

Steve got up off the ottoman and walked towards Eddie, grabbing the suit out of his hands. He gave Eddie a quick peck on the lips before speaking.

“How could I forget my first time seeing you in full drag as Morticia?!” Steve burst out into laughter. “I will also never forget how long it took to get all the gel out of my hair.”

Eddie’s laughing too, but for a moment Steve looks pale at the memory.

“Even though I could spend all day talking about my Halloween costumes, there are some other things I think the people at home will want to see.”

Eddie goes to a clear display case full of jewelry. He pulls out a drawer full of different rings.

“Some may say I have a hoarding problem, but what can I say I love shiny things.” Eddie flashes his own rings to the camera before showing off the drawer.

Closeup on Eddie's hands: He flexes his fingers causing the silver and different gemstones to shine. Despite the simplicity of the ring’s designs they’re still stunning. The most notable of the rings is Eddie’s wedding band. The matte black is such a contrast from the sterling silver that accompanies his rest of his hand. In the center of the ring is a strip of diamonds.

Some standout rings in the drawer include: One shaped like a boars head, a sterling silver chain, and a mood ring.

“I have my everyday rings, but I like to spice it up from time to time.” Eddie closes the current drawer and pulls out the drawer underneath it.

“These are my tour rings - aka rings that I’m okay with losing.” Eddie laughs for a moment before finishing.

“I promise they do all fit me, but between the guitar, dancing, and just working up a sweat sometimes they just fly off.”

The last half of the closet is relatively uneventful, with just Steve and Eddie’s regular clothes - which includes a surprising amount of denim.

On the wall next to Steve and Eddie’s everyday clothes is a vanity with one of those giant old Hollywood inspired mirrors with a lightbulb surrounding the mirror. Strewn across the vanity are makeup brushes, eyeshadow palettes, and a photo from Steve and Eddie’s Addams Family themed Halloween party.

Closeup on the photo: Alongside Steve and Eddie as Gomez and Morticia is Jonathan as Lurch, Max and El as Wednesday, Mike as Fester, Nancy as Grandmama, Will and Lucas as Pugsley, Robin as Debbie, and Dustin as Cousin It.

“Well I think that sums up the last room.” Steve says with an arm slung over Eddie’s shoulder. “It was a lot of fun having you guys here!” He smiles as they start to walk out of the room.

“You guys are welcome back anytime! Especially at Halloween!” Eddie says as they are standing in the front doorway and the cameraman is outside.

Steve and Eddie give the camera one final kiss before the video cuts to black.

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