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... the steddie baseball fic is calling me again. gonna have another crack at writing it

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what if Steve was the one to get away and become famous? Like he gets modeling gigs that somehow shove him into Hollywood. And it drowns him. It's too much and he misses home and his friends. He only ever talks to Robin and not nearly as much as he would like. Just barely talks to Dustin around Christmas. Hasn't seen Eddie since he left.

And he hits a breaking point and crawls home without telling anyone. Rents a shitty apartment and hides and drowns his fear with booze. Because he doesn't know anything but Hollywood but would rather die than go back.

That's how he runs into Eddie again. Eddie owns the Hideout now. Has become a staple of Hawkins. Built a recording studio off the back to help local talent. Runs a D&D night on Thursdays. He even started Friday night trivia. He never saw his life going this way but he's genuinely happy.

Then Steve sneaks into the bar, takes a small table at the back and blows out the little candle Max insisted all the tables should have when she worked there for a summer. Eddie doesn't recognize Steve at first and keeps an eye on him because he hasn't done anything yet but that stranger in the corner is acting awful shady.

And Steve immediately picks Eddie out, watches him from his corner table, stays till 2 in the morning, till closing time, because it's so good to see a familiar face. And finally Eddie comes over to him to tell him he has to leave but the words die in his mouth.

"Steve?" comes out instead, soft and amazed.

"Hey, Eddie. You look good."

"You look... like shit."

And that has Steve cracking a wry grin and them both chuckling. And maybe he and Eddie stay for another hour after the place is closed down. And maybe Steve keeps coming back. And maybe Eddie convinces him to dry out. And they start over. And Steve eventually makes it back to Hollywood, but as a talent scout instead of in the limelight. Maybe he scouts talent from Eddie's little recording studio and coaches these kids so they don't end up washed out like him.

And it suits him just fine, because it's hard to make movies and live in Hawkins where his husband and everyone he loves calls home.

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Actually, I love the thought of Steve seeing that Hopper is letting some things slide with him because he’s in the party and taking it to mean that he now has crime immunity. And then goes wild with it.

It’s a sight to see because Eddie kinda thinks he’s hallucinating when he skips out on some drug awareness rally just to walk out to the parking lot and see Steve Harrington breaking into the Chief of Police’s car.

Eddie, standing there like an idiot: Um…what are you doing?

Steve, pulling Hopper’s spare key out of the sunvisor: Wanna get a milkshake?

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Celebrity front man Eddie munson and regular dude Steve harrington

Steve: Hey, man, I'm Steve.

Eddie *Shakes Steve's hand*: Eddie Munson.

Steve: Nice to meet you. You know you have the same name as some rock frontman... Coffin... something... Anyways my little brother is obsessed with them!

Eddie *leaning his chin on his hand*: You don't say.

Steve: totally. So where are you from?

Eddie: Well I live in L.A. for work now, but I'm originally from Hawkins, Indiana.

Steve: No way! That's where I'm from! And that Coffin band. That's the reason my little brother loves them so much. He says they're... I dont know, geologically connected or something.

Eddie: That's wild!

Steve: Seriously! I'm surprised you didn't get, like, mistaken for him or something. You've got that whole rocker look.

Eddie, completely swept away by Steve's obliviousness: We should go out sometime.

Steve: Uh... yeah! Sure! Let me get your number.

Eddie: Or maybe you should just come home with me.

Steve: Uh... I dont...

Eddie: Or let's just get married. Yeah, let's do that.

Steve *Pointing behind him at the door and frantically looking around the club for robin*: I actually have to get going...

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ok but... post Venca Eddie. He's an amputee. one of his hands was so bad they had to take it, there was no saving it. He had headwounds so they had to chop all his hair. The bats pulled one of his legs so hard it tore and dislocated a bunch of stuff so he walks with a forearm cane.

It gets him down for a while, sure, and he laments not being able to play his guitar... which he wouldn't have been able to do anyways. She got destroyed during the whole ordeal.

So he goes through a depression. One that Steve and the others try to help him through but it's rough going.

Then, one evening, Steve pulls up to the trailer and hears... music. Not music from the radio or a record, but halting, on and off music being played by someone.

He knocks on the door and Wayne answers. Steve steps into the livingroom to see Eddie with what looks like a guitar on his lap, strumming it with his good hand and sliding his other arm up and down the neck with some sort of metal bar strapped to the stump.

Eddie looks up at Steve with the biggest smile. "Hey Stevie! Wayne got me a dobro! Isn't she beautiful?!" Without waiting for a response Eddie goes back to playing haltingly.

"Thought it was about time he went back to his roots." Wayne said. And Steve watches Eddie play, getting a little teary eyed because it's exactly what Eddie needed. He got his music back.

(If you don't know what a dobro is you can watch the below video. it's originally from California but it's used alot in the south too, I believe. I'm a bit of a southern Eddie truther.)

https://youtu.be/ekOod93cUF0?si=hUDSDvQQd7kA482M

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Toothpicks. Steddie. 1323 words. cute getting together.

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Steve was grumpy.  Actually, Grumpy was putting it mildly.  The happy-go-lucky music from the children’s movie playing through the Family Video speakers was putting him on edge.

Robin popped her gum and Steve had to grip the counter to keep himself from snapping at her.

It wasn’t her fault that he was going insane.  He and Eddie watched some stupid program on the dangers of smoking as a joke, but then it actually scared Steve so… here he was, chewing on toothpicks instead of taking a smoke break.

Robin popped her gum again and Steve ground his teeth down on the little stick of wood.

With a weary sigh Steve took the splintering toothpick out of his mouth and threw it away before grabbing another one out of the box he had on the counter.

“How’s it goin’?”  Robin asked, slight smirk on her face like she knew exactly how it was going.

“Fantastic,” Steve deadpanned, popping the new toothpick in his mouth.

“I’m proud of you, you know.  This is a great step for your health!”  Robin said for what felt like the twentieth time.

“Yeah, yeah.  It feels like not smoking will kill me faster,”  Steve moved the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other… and then back.  At least they were mint flavored, it kinda tasted like a menthol cigarette… kinda.

Just then the bell above the door jingled and Eddie sauntered in, the sound of the fall storm outside filling the store before the door closed and cut it off again.

“Afternoon, your highness.  M’lady.” Eddie said, tipping his imaginary hat to both of them before settling against the counter.

“Sir knight,” Robin fake curtsied.

Steve just grumbled.  Now that Eddie was just across the counter, Steve could smell the cigarette he must have smoked in the van on the way over.

“Ahhh… How’s quitting going?” Eddie smirked at him.

“It be going better if you kept your second hand smoke to yourself,” Steve gritted out.

“Hmmm. No can do, Steve-o.  It’s part of my charm,” Eddie replied.

“Charm. Ha,” Robin scoffed.

“My wiles are not for you, Lady Buckley,” Eddie said, tilting his head towards her.

“Have your wiles ever been for anybody?”  She sniped back.

“I swear to God, if you two don’t shut up.”  Steve hissed, biting down on the toothpick and feeling it splinter.  “Shit!”  He pulled it out of his mouth and threw it away, grabbing a third one out of the box and putting it between his lips like he was going to light it.  Eddie was quick to the draw.

“Need a light?” He said, pulling out his zippo and flipping it open.  Steve had gotten it for him for his birthday, before he decided to quit.  He even had ‘very metal’ engraved on the side.  Now Eddie was mocking him with it.

“If you don’t put that away I’m gonna steal it the next time I’m at your house and you’ll never see it again” Steve threatened.

Eddie put the lighter back in his pocket with a frown.  “So, I take it it’s going bad.”  Eddie mused.  Steve rolled the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.  “Uh… How’re the uh, the toothpicks working out?”

Steve shrugged, “Not sure they’re doing anything.”  The bell dinged and a customer walked in.  “Welcome to Family Video!” Steve called over to them in the best customer service voice he could muster.  “Maybe they’ll annoy me less.”  Steve shot at Eddie and Robin before stepping around the counter.

Eddie watched Steve go until he heard Robin clearing her throat behind him.  Eddie slowly turned back to her.

“The toothpicks may not be working for Steve, but they’re sure working for you, huh Munson?” She said with a pointy grin.  Eddie could feel the blush rising up his neck.

“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” Eddie mumbled, “Besides, I have to get home.  Need to, uh, talk to Wayne before he leaves for work.”

“Uh-huh,” Robbing said, trying her best not to laugh, “See you later, Edward!”

Eddie flipped her off before pushing his way out the door.

Five minutes later Steve came back to ring out the customer.  “Have a picture perfect day!”  Steve called as they pushed out the door.  “Did Eddie leave?” He asked, customer service demeanor dropping the second the door closed.  He rubbed his temple.

“Yup!” Robin said, popping the ‘p.’

“What’s with you?” He asked.

“Nothin’,” she said, barely able to keep the smile off her face.

“Bullshit. Robin…” Steve sighed.

“I just think that Eddie… well… lets just say I think he really appreciates you trying to quit.  Especially with the toothpicks…” She trailed off.  Seve stared at her.

“What?”

“Do you know what an oral fixation is?”

“Robs,” Steve sighed, “I don’t have the mental capacity for this right now.”

“Okay. Nevermind.”

Of course, two days later found Steve parked on the couch at Eddie’s trailer, Eddie himself at the other end, strumming his guitar.

“What are you trying to learn?”  Steve said, tearing his eyes away from where Eddie’s fingers walked along the fretboard.

“Uh…”  Eddie picked out a few more chords, swearing quietly when they didn’t come out the way he planned. “Just a Metallica song I’ve been trying to get down.”

“Mmm,” Steve hummed in acknowledgement before reaching into his pocket to pull out the box of toothpicks.  Eddie’s eyes shot up at the sound and Steve paused.  “Mind if I smoke?”  Steve joked.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie groaned, looking back down at the neck of the guitar. “Sometimes I wonder if you were born with dad software installed.”

“Probably,” Steve shrugged, popping a toothpick in his mouth.

Eddie glanced up again, eyes caught on the tiny piece of wood between Steve’s teeth.

“You okay?”  Steve asked and Eddie looked down, heat creeping up his neck again.

“Yeah, fine.” He responded, making the mistake of looking up at Steve again, gaze getting stuck on Steve’s mouth.

“You want one?” Steve asked, holding out the little box.

“No! No. I’m fine.”

Steve watched as Eddie went back to his guitar, only playing one or two chords before his fingers would fumble.

Steve’s brow furrowed as he watched Eddie.  Robin’s voice popped into his head: “he really appreciates you trying to quit.  Especially with the toothpicks.”

Steve watched Eddie shift, uncomfortably.  He had been around enough people who had crushes on him.  He knew what it looked like. And Eddie was exhibiting all the signs.

Interesting.

“You, uh,” Steve shifted a little closer, “you sure you don’t want one?” He rattled the box and Eddie’s eyes flicked to it before flicking up to Steve’s mouth.  He smiled, giving the toothpick between his teeth a little wiggle.

Eddie cleared his throat, the sound about two octaves higher than normal, and looked back down at his guitar.

“Wow… Are you really that easy?”  Steve said before he could stop himself.  Eddie’s eyes shot back up to him and he plucked a string so hard it snapped back to the body with a loud pop.

“What?” Eddie squeaked out, blush taking over his face.

“Shit. Sorry, Eddie, I shouldn’t have said it like that,” Steve squeezed his eyes shut, “it’s just, I haven’t had a cigarette in four days and you’re so,” Steve rubbed a hand over his face, “I don’t know, cute? Amazing? And I keep watching you play guitar with your…” Steve waved at Eddie’s hands, “fingers and rings and its hot and distracting and…”  Steve let out a sigh and looked back up, catching Eddie’s eyes.

“Steve,” Eddie put the guitar down next to the couch, “Take the toothpick out of your mouth.”

Steve did as he was told. “Why?”

Eddie shifted closer on the couch. “’Cuz It’ll get in the way of me kissing you.”

Steve barely had time to smile before Eddie’s lips were on his.

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like please see my vision

I feel like if Steve wanted to quit smoking he would start chewing toothpicks and that would be a ✨️problem✨️ for Eddie.

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I feel like if Steve wanted to quit smoking he would start chewing toothpicks and that would be a ✨️problem✨️ for Eddie.

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Steddie. 910 words. friends to lovers but they have to fight about it first.

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“No, it can’t be Wednesday, that’s when Max has therapy.”  Steve sighed, bent over his planner and chewing on the end of his pen.  He felt like a bedraggled father of seven.  He kind of was.

“Well, it can’t be Friday, unless I skip therapy.”  Eddie responded, also bent over his planner, though his was just a spiral notebook.  Steve could never grasp how Eddie managed to keep himself organized with just that.

"You're not skipping therapy," Steve rubbed his temple, “What about Thursday?”

“Steve, come on, that’s when Coffin has practice. After Doug gets off work, remember?  He has to teach Mike the baseline for the new song or we’re never gonna be ready for our show in May.”

Steve let out another sigh.

“You can’t move it?” Steve asked

“Oh, I can move band practice but you can’t move your practice with Lucas?”

“I can’t help that we have to rent a batting cage!  It was the only slot they had!”

“What happened to basketball?  When did he start baseball?”  Eddie asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Oh, I get shit if I can’t remember when your band practices, but it’s fine if you forget an entire conversation we had about him playing both? Fucking double standards.”

“Well shit I’m so sorry Steve!  I can’t know every little thing all seven of these shit-heads are doing at all times.  Besides, when was the last time you came to one of Will’s campaigns, huh?  Or does D&D not matter as much as sports?”

“I went to the last one!”

“It was last week Steve! No, you didn’t!  You were with Hopper researching trucks!”

“Well shit, I guess I’ll just buy a van that barely runs like you!  Then we’ll really be able to get the kids where they need to go!”

“Do NOT bring my van into this!”

“You brought my truck into it!”

“Fuck you!”

“Well fuck you too!”

Steve slammed his planner shut and stood up from the table, his legs hitting the side and sending the salt and pepper shakers clattering over.  Eddie Shoved the table back, but Steve had already stepped out from behind it, halfway to the trailer door.

When he slammed the screen door behind him, the damp, spring night air hit his overheated face and he slowed, one foot hanging over the first step off the porch.  He stood there, looking out at the mist hanging in the trees, catching the last rays of the setting sun, and took a deep breath.

This was stupid.  He and Eddie were supposed to be planning a birthday party for Dustin.  They had started off so excited about it.  It was going to be Star Wars themed.  They found a bakery that would decorate a cake with R2 and C-3PO.  They had already bought decorations at Melvald’s.  Eddie had even gone as far as creating a one-shot Star Wars themed campaign, which was a feat.  Eddie was a nerd but he didn’t dabble in Sci-fi as much as Dustin.  So, he and Steve had rented all three movies and watched them until 2 in the morning, taking notes and planning.

All of that had gone fine.  Great even.  He and Eddie had never been closer, and Eddie was worming his way into Steve’s heart with how much he cared about the kids.

And that was it, wasn’t it.  Between them, they cared about the kids so much that they wanted to make sure everyone was covered. Everyone was involved. Ever since Eddie had joined the party things had gotten easier.  Mike had his place in Corroded Coffin.  Max had Steve to help her with her therapy.  They both took the kids to the arcade on Sunday nights and went off in the corner to play pinball, laughing about stupid things that happened in high school and talking about what they wanted in the future.  Planning to move out of Hawkins together if it killed them.

Things were better with Eddie.  Steve felt so much more connected, so much more wanted because of him.

Somewhere in the trees a cicada started chirping.  Steve took another deep breath just as the door opened behind him.

“Steve?”  Eddie’s voice floated out the screen door.  Soft with a hint of some deep emotion, too mixed to put a name on.

Steve turned around to Eddie with his hand on the door, skull and cross bone pajama pants and the warm glow of the living room lamp behind him.

“I’m in love with you.”  Steve finally said, somewhere between resigned and amazed, barely having time to process the revelation himself.

Eddie was out the screen door as fast as his damaged legs could carry him, wrapping his arms around Steve and pressing his face into his neck.

“Been waiting for you, Stevie.”  Eddie pressed into his skin, voice thick with emotion.

“Took me a minute to catch up.”  Steve replied with a derisive chuckle.

Eddie pulled back and pressed a kiss to Steve’s lips, quick and warm before smiling.  “Worth the wait.”

“Sap.”  Steve grinned before kissing Eddie again.

When they finally broke apart Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand, pulling him back into the trailer.  “Come on, lover boy, we’ve got a birthday to plan.”

“Lover boy?”  Steve deadpanned, though he couldn’t stop a stupid smile from growing.

“Would you prefer stud muffin?”  Eddie asked as Steve shut the door, “Or sugar lips!”  Steve’s laugh could be heard through the trailer window, mixing with the cicadas in the growing night.

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I dont think it's fair to their character development that they just automatically get along 100% of the time. Especially after all the trauma.

for some reason I really need steddie to get together directly after having a fight about something. ya know, the whole realizing-the-reason-they're-fighting-is-because-they-care-about-each-other-so-much.

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for some reason I really need steddie to get together directly after having a fight about something. ya know, the whole realizing-the-reason-they're-fighting-is-because-they-care-about-each-other-so-much.

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Hands. Steddie. pre-relationship, post-vecna. More cute stuff.

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"So I told him! I said, 'Lyle, my knees don't work any more. They belong to an 80 year old man.' and of course he doesn't believe me..."

Steve is listening. He is. but he's also a little distracted. Eddie talks with his hands alot. and sue him, Eddie has nice hands. Not to mention the way the rings accent his fingers.

"So I did what I had to do! I pulled my pants down to show him the scars!" Eddie's hands fly towards his legs, motioning to scars Steve can't see but knows are there. "And it was just my pants! I left my boxers on! I'm not an exhibitionist... much."

Steve smirked at him.

"So anyways..." Eddie picked up a pen and started tapping it on the counter. "He suspended me from the shop without pay for the rest of the week... jerk. Can they even do that? I mean I've got bills--"

Steve reached out and covered Eddie's tap-tapping hand. Eddie's voice died in his throat, eyes locked on his hand in Steve's.

"Uh..."

Steve looked up at Eddie. There was a slight blush growing on his cheeks. Steve moved his thumb, back and forth, gently across Eddie's skin.

"I uh... I."

Steve smirked. "You have bills..." He led Eddie, trying to get him back on track.

"Yeah... yeah. They're uh..." Eddie looked back up at Steve and they locked eyes. Steve moved his thumb again, relaxed a little more against the counter. An easy smile pulled at Eddie's lips.

"They can't just stop my income flow like that. I wasn't even indecent! And there weren't any customers around, just the other guys in the shop!"

"You're right, the guy's a jerk."

"Thank you!" Eddie exclaimed, motioning with his free hand, before dropping it on top of Steve's to play with his fingers. "Anyways, you should have seen Lyle's face when he saw the scars. Looked like he saw Moth Man or something! Oh! which reminds me..."

Steve was listening. He was. But now he was distracted by the warmth of Eddie's hands instead of the movement of them.

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Eddie’s got a country accent.

Well- not all the time. But it slips- little words and phrases invade his sentences. Just a little twang here and there- it’s bound to, anyway. Being from Tennessee, living with his uncle, all that damn Johnny Cash he’d grown up trying to learn on guitar as a young teen. But after being in Hawkins for so long, after years of trying to train himself out of it due to relentless bullying and comparisons to his father, it’d slipped after a while. But it still peeks out- still wriggles itself in between words. But usually it isn’t noticeable- until he’s comfortable. And shit, Steve’s got him pretty comfortable.

So once in a while it slips- and Eddie tries to reel it all back in, but Steve never minds. He just gives him a little grin. Swoons a bit over his metal cowboy- a phrase which Eddie loathes- and tries to find the triggers. Words that Eddie can’t help but add a little twang to. Songs he can play where Eddie couldn’t possibly sing without the little drawl.

Anything for that little piece of Eddie that’s never let out. Anything for another dip into what makes Eddie so Eddie.

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Eddie Munson + looking at Steve for reassurance

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single parent Eddie and pediatric nurse Steve.

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"A Christmas Carol" set up but it's just vecna showing Steve how empty his life would have been if not for all the upside down shenanigans, in order to try and get steve to do his bidding. Without the upside down Steve would have No Dustin, No Max, No Robin. He would be in an empty friendship with Tommy and Carol. he would go on to work for his father's company and hate it. He would marry out of obligation, and that's where Vecna makes his mistake, because in realizing that he wouldn't be happy in a picket fence marriage, he realizes he would be happy with someone like Eddie. Eddie, who Steve can see through Vecna's shitty veneer, is bleeding out on the ground while Dustin sobs over him. He can see Robin pinned to the wall by vines. He snaps Vecna's hold and kills him.

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how many times do you think Eddie has accidentally gotten gum stuck in his hair?