#Jock Steve Harrington

[asexualasshat]

Excerpt from my new Steddie wip

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“Since you’re Grammy nominated artists now, I think We all know that’s going to open you up to a lot more people. Any celebrity crushes you’re hoping to meet?”

The guys all shot pointed looks at Eddie, Jeff being the first to say “Eddie has a huge crush on this one NHL goalie.”

Eddie felt his face slide into a pleased grin as he nodded. “Steve Harrington. Toronto Maple Leafs.”

The interviewers eyebrow crooked. “Oh yeah? You a big hockey fan.”

His mouth opened but Gareth beat him to it “No, you don’t understand. He had never watched a full game before this in his whole life. The only things he knows about hockey is what has to do with Steve.”

“Eddie, what’s a breakaway?” Jeff asks

Eddie shrugged. “No clue, dude.” Genuinely having no ideas what that meant.

“How many shutouts did Steve have last season?”

With no hesitation, “Five.”

[kitchen-spoon]

Recently found out the house in the Slipknot duality music video was actually a fans house. they gave the band permission to film their music video there and have a mob of people destroy it.

Now imagine Dustin being a huuuuuge corroded coffin fan and hearing the band is going back to their hometown Hawkins. They are looking for a house to film one of their music videos in. Issue is they want to trash the place and invite all their fans to do it with them. In comes Steve who was given his parents mansion but left Hawkins years ago. The house has been sitting and rotting for almost decade. Naturally Dustin BEGS Steve to let them use his house so Dustin can meet the band and of course do them the honour. After weeks of pestering from Dustin and forced googling by Robin, Steve agrees. And its definitely not because he has a giant crush on the lead guitarist Eddie Munson.

Months later the band come to Hawkins and Dustin’s dreams come true. He, Steve, and Robin all get to be in the video. And once Eddie hears about the circumstances of the house (through some over sharing on Dustin’s part) he insists Steve be the one to at least kick the door in and destroy his old bedroom. Steve is nervous though so Eddie is given the camera and they go alone.

Steve leaves the shoot that day with years of repressed anger and resentment relieved as well as the phone number of a famous rockstar.

Dustin never shuts up about being the reason they are together.

[xxbottlecapx]

Thinking about Eddie munson trying to give his athlete boyfriend a kiss on the shoulder only to get a mouthful of tiger balm

[cheshiredogao3]

"pff you can't kiss somebody until they can't breathe" "bet"🧢💖

took me longer than it should've but the boys are here and horny

[imaginary-maggie-eddie]

So a thought has come to me that I cannot ignore a moment longer

Yada yada, theater kid Eddie who's the lead in almost every school play and is very vocal with his jock buddy Steve that there's no way he would last a minute on the stage because it's a lot more complex than "sports ball".

Unbeknownst to Eddie, Steve's mother once fancied him an actor so he used to be put in plays in elementary school and went to acting camps in his youth.

And plus also his best friend is Robin Buckley, band nerd and also small time theater kid, so yeah he knows his way around. He's also got the voice of an angel.

So one thing leads to another and after a rigorous rewatch of the Wicked movie (at least 52 viewings happened within the party), Steve and Eddie end up on the Hawkins High stage singing 'What is This Feeling?'

Steve as Glinda, Eddie as Elphaba.

Imagine Eddies surprise when Steve's matching his energy and making the most intense eye contact he's ever felt in his life while pretending to loathe him.

They get really into it, strutting around each other and the stage, really putting on a show, and forgetting there's actual people watching them.

(be it just the party or the whole school I don't know but yes people watch and can't look away because WOW their energy)

Their voices are harmonizing so well nobody can tell whose voice is who's and they stare in awe of the enigma in front of them.

It all comes to an end with them nose to nose pretending to glare but can't wipe the smiles off of their faces because of the fun they're having. As the song ends Eddie does the iconic, "Boo!" And genuinely shocks Steve into giggles.

It's at that point Eddie realizes he's met his match and wants to spend the rest of his life on stage with Steve (or just with him in general). Steve comes down from his giggles and realizes he's never this much fun on stage before and he wouldn't ever want to do this with anybody else.

Anywaysssss, this all happens in like a second of sparkling eye contact and small smiles before Steve pulls Eddie's lips to his by his shirt collar.

(robin coughs loudly and they pull apart laughing and continue to kiss later on with less of an audience)

[wheatnoodle]

i wholeheartedly believe the only person who would be able to convince steve to play dnd is the one and only, lucas sinclair.

i also think they’d share a character for steve’s first game.

lucas is the only kid who’s into steve’s big thing, sports. of course he’d give dnd a shot if his mini me asks him to.

oh my god lucas is steve’s mini-

[prettywritesfanfic]

Gridiron Guts by PrettyRacing

Summary:

Eddie Munson, lead singer and guitarist for the rock band Corroded Coffin, while horny and irritated, tweets about Steve Harrington. It does not go how Eddie planned. - Eddie retweeted the headline, Steve Harrington Suffers Concussion During Raiders Game, “Meathead Jock suffers brain damage while playing with his balls, in other scintillating news, water is wet.” notable replies include: Mike Wheeler: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS Max Mayfield: I’M IN YOUR WALLS

new fic drop before football season is over.

[i-am-the-gremlin]

Steddie Game Plan AU?

Ok, but like...this film (The Game Plan) but Steddie!

I'm thinking Hockey Player Steve Harrington because I am weak for Hockey players. He got popular pretty quick during his first season and the Party show up to as many games as they can despite still being in their Junior? Sophomore? year of High School.

He's on his second NHL season when either a kid (7/8-yrs) shows up on his doorstep in Indianapolis or some girl he dated drops off a baby and leaves. Cue Steve realising that he has no idea what to do with something this young (he had the Party as 12-15 year olds but at least he could give them back).

Eddie already knows the Party, still lives with his Uncle Wayne and works as a mechanic at a local garage in Hawkins. He also gives Guitar lessons on the side.

I don't know. This has been consuming me for a few days and i'm still fucking around with plot ideas.

[asexualasshat]

By Asexual_Asshat on AO3

The guys all shot-pointed looks at Eddie, Jeff being the first to say “Eddie has a huge crush on this one NHL goalie.”

Eddie felt his face slide into a pleased grin as he nodded. “Steve Harrington. Toronto Maple Leafs.”

The interviewer's eyebrow crooked. “Oh yeah? You a big hockey fan?”

His mouth opened but Gareth beat him to it “No, you don’t understand. He had never watched a full game before this in his whole life. The only things he knows about hockey is what has to do with Steve.”

Words:1,360 Chapters: 2/2 Language: English

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson, Gareth (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), Freak AKA Grant

Additional Tags: NHL player Steve Harrington, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Getting Together, Canadian Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Gay Steve Harrington, First Date, First Kiss, Famous Eddie Munson, Famous Steve Harrington,Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Famous Corroded Coffin (Stranger Things)

Link to chapter 1

[kitchen-spoon]

Steddie strangers to lovers. They meet because they commute on the same train everyday. Eddie has the NYT crossword and he does it everyday. One day after 2 months of them riding together he asks steve for his help.

Eddie’s like ‘u look smart what do u think?’ And Steve who has been told he is an idiot or stupid or dumb every day of his life is like “its just the suit I’m not good at smart stuff like that.”

And Eddie is like ‘no way I bet you can help with the sports section at least. I mean look at me, if we’re going off stereotypes I’m hopeless.” It get’s Steve to blush and he cracks and helps.

Everyday after that they do the puzzle together, Steve eventually helping outside of just the sports section so Eddie can prove to him just how smart he knows he is.

[hello-sweetheart]

Steve, a completely Magicless human, attending a wizards college on an athletic scholarship for non-powered competitive swim

Eddie, a chaotic fucking wizard who was accepted because of the sheer power of his magical reserves but the administration is regretting because he can’t control it for shit

Eddie who can only seem to control his magic when Steve is in proximity, because somehow Steve works like a conduit that stabilizes his magic

The administration forcing them to pair up in their schedules and dorms on the hopes that it’ll prevent Eddie from starting a fire (again).

Steve, exasperated that he’s basically being forced to be this weird guy’s fucking… magic training wheels or something

"How did YOU get accepted by the wizard's college!?" "Athletic scholarship."

[libraryofgage]

Been having Secretly Smart Steve thoughts except it's less that his intellect is a secret and more that nobody ever noticed lmao

The initial thought for this is based on my mom's stories about acting like a ditzy airhead in high school but then graduating with honors

Within five minutes of walking into high school Steve definitely clocked that being cool was more important than being smart right? So he didn't really let on that he was good at class stuff and just let people think he was a simple jock

And Steve graduating isn't a huge thing cuz it happens during UD stuff which means they all miss graduation ceremony and just get their degrees later, so it's not like anyone saw the honors tassels that steve was given to wear with his grad gown

And the first real hint is Lucas trying to make a basket and getting frustrated. And Steve is like "here I'll show you" and proceeds to make every throw he makes from anywhere on the court and when Lucas asks how the fuck he does that Steve shrugs and is like "well, i mean, its all angles man"

Later Mike and Will are working on an egg drop project (you know the ones) and getting worked up cuz the eggs keep cracking. Steve has been watching TV or something the whole time and outta nowhere is like "yall are missing shock absorption and proper wind resistance, duh"

Nancy is trying to decode some number based cipher for fun but it's becoming rapidly Not Fun and Steve looks over her shoulder for like two seconds and goes "group the numbers into twos, subtract 18 from each, and then it's the alphabet letter based on the number" and then just walks off

Dustin is taking an engineering class and is having trouble building a bridge cuz it keeps collapsing when he sends a hot wheels car over it. Steve tells him he needs more load-bearing beams and to distribute the weight evenly and Dustin is surprised when it works

And, of course, Eddie sees all of this so one day when Max or Erica ask for help with some geometry homework he takes the worksheet they give him and immediately passes it along to Steve, waves off their disbelief, and sits all smug while Steve explains concepts they'd been missing entirely

[faerieriddle]

Eddie doesn’t really like Steve on principle and Steve knows he shouldn’t take it to heart. People are allowed to not like him, but he really wants Eddie, Dustin’s other “older guy friend,” to like him. Robin says that Eddie doesn’t hate him. Steve knows she’s just trying to help his “low self-esteem caused by his daddy issues.” Which is crazy because Steve has mommy issues too, thank you very much. Either way, Eddie not liking him wasn’t a big deal, except when it became a big deal. You see, the Party often made fun of him and Steve had grown used to the hormonal teenagers being bitchy. Mike was often the first to start a jab at Steve’s clothes, part-time dead-end job, lack of romance, or crunchy hair. Steve was not expecting the Party’s, or more specifically Mike’s reaction to Eddie’s snarky “Well, you’re not the most intelligent are you, King Steve? Too many blows to your jock head, huh?” Mike spitting in Eddie’s face as Dustin and Lucas dragged him back wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. Maybe a smirk or a repressed snort of amusement. Not Mike screaming “You don’t get to say that. He saved us. He saved Lucas. Shut your fucking mouth.”

Steve didn’t tear up at all.

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.

It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms. 

Worse?

It was short.

Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans. 

The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at. 

“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming. 

Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme. 

“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym. 

Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.

‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’

“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel. 

They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.

Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give. 

Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.

(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.

 Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures. 

The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.) 

Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.

Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.

Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds. 

“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious.  “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.” 

To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was. 

None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.

Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it. 

Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.

Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome. 

“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again. 

A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.

“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!” 

Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction

“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”

“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!

“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!” 

As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.

Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s. 

“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!” 

It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.” 

Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise. 

Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for. 

(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.) 

The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con. 

It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.

Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.

Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.

“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.” 

He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.

Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.

(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)

“You know who doesn’t look scary?”

Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of; 

“Steve!”

Eddie’s left eye twitched.

‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.

Cartoon squawking and all. 

“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.” 

So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.

“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”

Eddie had pulled himself back up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.

There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this. 

Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game. 

One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all. 

(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”

“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.) 

“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly. 

“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!

 “Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?” 

He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.

“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of  a few silly images.” 

A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room. 

“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!” 

This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air. 

Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!

He was right!

Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.

“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking. 

Because King Steve? Play D&D?

'Ha!'

“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!” 

“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.

Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed. 

Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.) 

The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway. 

As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.

“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.

"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.” 

 Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table

Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.” 

The dick.

“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.

He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.

Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.

[prettywritesfanfic]

Gridiron Guts - Chapter Two

Gridiron Guts by PrettyRacing

Chapter Two Up Now!

Eddie Munson, lead singer and guitarist for the rock band Corroded Coffin, while horny and irritated, tweets about Steve Harrington. It does not go how Eddie planned. - Eddie retweeted the headline, Steve Harrington Suffers Concussion During Raiders Game, “Meathead Jock suffers brain damage while playing with his balls, in other scintillating news, water is wet.” notable replies include: Mike Wheeler: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS Max Mayfield: I’M IN YOUR WALLS

Bored at a Hockey Bowl party this weekend? read this instead!

[lunaraindrop]

Steddie fic idea:

Someone recorded one or a few of Corroded Coffin's songs and put it on cassette tape. (It could be live show, but the sound would have to be really clear)

In a shuffle, the tape gets played at a party Steve goes to...and he is enamored. He ends up paying the guy who played it $5 for the tape, and the song becomes his favorite.

All Steve has of the song is the one mixed tape. Nobody he talks to knows where the song came from. The record store was no help. (He is, of course, asking all the wrong people)

Steve is also very afraid that he will overplay the tape and break it.

Out of all the Tears for Fears, Abba, Bruce Springsteen, etc out there, *this* is the song that could save him from Vecna...but he doesn't even know what it is really called or who made it.

...

How funny is it that Eddie Munson wrote that song about some hot jock that he had a crush on...