#steddie is canon

[infinite-orangepeel]

his teammates caught him & eddie messing around behind the bleachers again :/

[itswhatyougive]

Look at how coy Steve is being!!! The first sidelong glance in response to Eddie's gaze, followed by a cheekier look and a lean closer to.bump Eddie! Steve is using body language to FLIRT

Bonus: Eddie does a similar double glance a little while after 😏

[sapphic-bats]

Daily reminder that one of the only people who hasn’t blatantly mocked Steve to his face is Nancy.

Just kidding.

Eddie “doesn’t matter, you’re metal, is what i’m saying” Munson.

Eddie ‘actually listens to what Steve says, and remembers it’ Munson.

Eddie “Steeeeve Harrington, was actually a pretty good dude” Munson.

And Steve Harrington noticed.

[adelicioustragedy]

So, hear me out.

Steve saved the kids and everyone else a couple of times. He is a protector, a guardian. Fast and a practial thinker. Hit Billys car so everyone else can get no hit? Done. Pull away max from the demogorgan when she panicks and yells? He did it. These are just a few examples.

You are with me, right?

Now think about Steve playing DnD. He would be great at it. He is a natural. He already saved everyone a couple of times in real life, so why can't he do the same in game too? He would. He could. He would say the things no one in the party would think about, he would come up with practial and useful strategies. Nothing super complex and difficult. But he would have great ideas.

He is really good at Dnd. I rest my case. He is Eddie Munson's stupidly good at dnd ex jock boyfriend and no one can do anything about it.

[sha3mustd1e]

anybody else notice the way eddie gently pushes himself against steve’s shoulder? even if it’s absentmindedly???

steddie + personal space. or the lack thereof.

[ladylokilaufeyson5]

“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional

[hairmetal666]

Steve wins the bat plush at a fair when he's seven. He doesn't care about bats, but it's the prize for making all five baskets in the basketball game, so he gets the little bat. Its eyes are a little crooked and one wing is slightly smaller than the other, but it being lopsided sort of makes it cuter.

He and his dad, they're supposed to be going on rides now, but his dad's pager keeps going off. He puts Steve next to a funnel cake stand, tells him not to move, and goes in search of a pay phone. Fifteen minutes pass, and Steve is bored under the flashing lights and tinkling music. He wants to play not sit and wait.

Eventually, he drifts back towards the midway, watches the people rushing by, searches for a sign of his dad's return. His attention is caught by another boy at the basketball booth. He has to be about Steve's age, with a mop of dark curls on top of his head and a jean jacket that's slightly too big, sleeves flopping over his hands as he lines up his shots.

This boy, he's terrible at basketball. Every shot is too high or too short or goes wide, but he's trying. Even from this distance, Steve can see how hard he's trying. He uses up his five balls, fishes into his jacket pocket for more money, and gets five more.

He misses every shot. This time, when he goes back for more money, he comes up empty. Steve thinks he sees his lip shaking.

A man, one in a leather jacket and boots that Steve thinks look mean, comes up to the boy, drops a heavy hand on his shoulder. He's too far away to hear the conversation, assumes the boy asks to play again and the man's response is a shaken head and a tight smile. They walk away from the games, right towards Steve, who slinks back to the side of the midway, not wanting to be caught staring.

"What was it you wanted? That stupid bat? Just another piece of trash you wanna bring in my house." Steve hears as they pass.

The boy nods, but keeps his eyes down and to the side.

He feels bad then. Felt bad before, but now he looks at his own bat, at its funny eyes and poorly attached wings, and wishes he could hand it over to the boy who really wants it. Steve almost does, then, makes to go after them, but his dad appears, dropping a hand to Steve's shoulder and saying, "ready to hit those rides?" And he knows the opportunity is gone, knows his dad will say it's too soft, not what men do.

Steve manages to lose himself for a while in the swirling lights and funhouse music and carnival rides, forget about the little bat in his back pocket and the boy who wanted one so desperately. But then his dad's pager goes off some more, he goes back to the pay phone, and Steve ducks into the low brick building that houses the bathrooms.

His eyes immediately land on the same boy from the basketball game. His eyes are red, face damp, obviously from tears, and Steve just--

"Here." He shoves the bat into the boy's chest.

For a second, the brownest eyes Steve's ever seen widen at him, before narrowing in a harsh glare, the boy's teeth barred.

"Why?" He snarls.

Steve thinks he may regret every choice that led him to this but he says, he says, "Because I want you to have it."

The boy blinks a few times, hand reaching out to gently pinch the bat's smallest wing. "You sure?"

Steve nods and the bat is slowly withdrawn from his grasp.

"No takesies-backsies?"

"It's yours."

The boy looks at the bat in awe, and Steve says, "see? It already looks happier with you."

The boy's beaming smile is cut-off by a voice calling from the door, "you in there,? I ain't got time to be waiting for your boohooing."

"Coming!" The boy carefully tucks the bat into an inner pocket of his jacket. "Thank you," he whispers, eyes big and glistening and happy, before he disappears out the door.

---

13 years later, give or take a few months, and Steve stands in the cracked shell of a bisected trailer, rummaging through what remains of a life well-lived, searching for anything whole. He's already found a few undamaged mugs and clean hats, but this room--it took a lot of damage. The brunt of it, really. Some sick sort of joke, after everything.

It's mostly rubble in here, scraps of fabric; slivers of notebook paper, magazine, poster; crumbled shards of vinyl and cassette plastic. A few times he comes across the disembodied limb of one of those dnd figures, and something weird happens to his throat.

In the far corner there's half of a dresser collapsed into itself, and he shuffles through the debris to see what he can find. There's something, soft and black, just the edge of it, peaking out from under half of a drawer face. He pulls it out, careful as can be and it's--it's a plush bat. It's a little dirty, but unharmed, though its eyes are a little wonky, and one wing is smaller than the other.

He holds it and he stares and he has to brace himself against the wall. It can't be--it's not the same one--but he remembers those big brown eyes and the curls and--

"Harrington," a warm, rich voice calls from what's left of the hallway. "You get lost in there?"

Eddie shuffles in, slow, careful with his crutches. And it--it took so long, months and months of convalesce and physical therapy, still physical therapy, but he's here. He's alive. He's perfect. And the something blooming between them, it's not spoken yet, but it's there, growing, and now, now--

"Oh my god, you found Lilith! I thought she was toast."

"Lilith?" He's still cradling the little lopsided bat in his hands, but moves closer to hand it over to Eddie.

"Yes, Lilith." Eddie takes the bat, presses it to his chest. "The first boy I ever loved gave her to me."

His heart turns over in his chest and when he swallows his throat clicks. Eddie doesn't notice, he's smiling softly at the bat, at Lilith, but then, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"First boy you ever loved?" He says. He thinks he sounds normal.

Somehow, Eddie's smile grows even softer. "Yeah. Roan County Fair, years ago. Tried to win her, but--" he clicks his tongue--"never had great hand-eye coordination. And then this kid just gave her to me out of nowhere. I used to think I was going to marry him."

"And now?"

Eddie laughs. "I grew up, Steve."

And for a second, he doesn't know what to say, but then, "I was right then, huh? That she'd be happier with you."

He stares at Steve, those same big brown eyes, wide and glistening. "Steve that was--Steve?" Eddie presses a hand over his mouth, overcome, before launching himself into Steve's arms. The crutches clatter to the floor, but Steve has him, will always have him, no matter what.

"I can't believe you kept her," Steve whispers.

"God, I carry her everywhere. She's Corroded Coffin's mascot, and you--Steve, I can't believe that was you."

"Surprise," he bumps Eddie's forehead with his.

They hold each other in the center of the destruction, but none of that matters right now, not when it feels like every moment since they very first met as children was leading them to this.

From the other half of the trailer, they hear footsteps, chattering, Wayne and Robin and Dustin, but Steve wants this to last a little longer.

"So, marriage...that still off the table?"

Eddie laughs softly, nuzzles his face against Steve's neck. "Are you kidding, sweetheart? No way I'm letting you go."

[tubesock86]

hey remember these guys?

[itswhatyougive]

And there is one more!!

I haven't made a gif of it, but right after they both agree that the name Watergate is cute, they sneak YET ANOTHER glance at each other!! First Eddie, then Steve!

It may be hard to tell from stupid pictures of my TV, but when you rewatch the scene, it's way more obvious! One could say Steve is looking at Nancy, but the way it's shot, i didn't think so qt all whilewatchingg it! They glance at each other quickly, then go back to looking at what Nancy is doing. It's a back-to-back stolen glance 😭

Then my other favorite shot is this one, when they are both smiling hugely at each other and it's just them in blue and yellow.and Dustin green in the middle, their shared connection!!

💙💚💛 (Seriously, one of my favorite shots in the whole episode)

This whole scene and this whole EPISODE!!!

i literally cannot with this scene. i decided to count how many times there’s a steddie glance/eye/contact and i just cannot believe what a fucking gold mine it is. first up: double side glance from eddie

(please excuse my own shitty gifs) then we have mirrored full head turn:

next up: (my personal fave) is we noticed eddie’s hand on steve’s shoulder AFTER the moment was over but I have just realised that eddie’s hand was ALREADY there before they were celebrating the “hi” -> you may need to look closely here but trust, eddie’s hand does not move from steve’s shoulder this entire duration. and then we have steve touching eddie’s shoulder for a moment - which means their arms are definitely overlapping/there’s mutual contact- ITS THE LITTLE THINGS OKAY ??

just gonna drop this much better quality gif (from @jeysuso) here as well for the moment eddie & steve both realise his hand is still there and eddie immediately becomes self conscious and doesn’t touch him again lol.

and then of course we have this moment where they’re being dustin’s dad’s but then eddie is also just gawking and the way the scene cuts between their two lines looks like there was definitely a take where they were looking at each other the whole time lmao and basically i’m really mentally unwell okay you guys. i’m just. they are down bad. this whole scene (including robin and nancy)…? is just a fruit salad.

[stevieschrodinger]

When Corroded Coffin make it big, Eddie leans into the persona in a big way. Face full of black and white make up, often made to look like blood is dripping from his mouth. Big, wild hair, usually shirtless, usually leather pants covered in chains, fingers covered in rings.

Eddie does photo shoots in the get up; Eddie wears the persona to interviews. He accepts awards dressed that way. That is what Eddie Munson looks like.

Eddie Munson maintains that he 'doesn't do relationships' and is famous for having a different girl on his arm to every event. They never go home with him.

So when Eddie wants to live his life, he just...doesn't wear makeup. Puts the hair in a man bun. Takes off the jewellery. Steals one of his husbands happy sweaters.

Eddie Munson, possibly one of the most famous people in the world, can walk with Steve in public and never get recognised.

[infinite-orangepeel]

bitchy steve <3 my beloved (a steddie blurb)

eddie used to get jealous when other people would flirt with steve. he’d watch from afar, gear up to throw a punch, and step in to protect his boy’s honor.

but eventually he learned to just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. bc steve harrington kept proving time and again that he could hold his own. and more importantly that he’s a beautiful evil little bitch and will literally get himself into a fight with anyone who dares not realize he already has a boyfriend and continues to flirt with him.

and dear god he’s so incredibly obnoxious about it….

exhibit a

steve: what do you mean you assumed i was single ???? i’m literally wearing MY BOYFRIEND’S leather jacket right now. are you kidding me ?????

exhibit b

steve: oh you think i’m cute ?? that’s sweet. you know who else thinks i’m cute—MY BOYFRIEND. he’s picking me up from work in five minutes so i suggest you make yourself scarce.

exhibit c

steve: no, no, no. i’m TAKEN. that’s my BOYFRIEND and we are IN LOVE. and if for some reason you still don’t understand, my BOYFRIEND is a tattoo artist and will happily spell it out for you on your forehead.

exhibit d

steve: my BOYFRIEND and i have six kids together. you really think i’d want you to raise them with me ??? they already have a father. thanks.

[itswhatyougive]

Something about Joseph Quinn admitting that Eddie is "the jealous type" makes this scene even more fun

[sapphic-bats]

I asked my friend (who has never seen Stranger Things) which one of these three was the confirmed queer character:

They pointed to Steve and said “The Twink.”

I rest my case.

[adelicioustragedy]

After an argument on the phone

Eddie: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY]

Steve: What's that?

Eddie: Remorse code.

Steve: I'm even angrier now.

(Made with ScatterPatter's incorrect quote generator)

[plistommy]

When Steve and Eddie start making out, Steve is the first one to make the move and take charge.

He’d happily kiss Eddie with a soft smile on his face as he’d wrap his arms around the older boy and lay on top of him, making Eddie nervously hold his waist.

But as they get closer, more comfortable, Eddie starts to relax and get the confidence he has lacked. And instead of Steve being the one in charge like he has always been, Eddie takes the charge like he has always wanted to.

And oh does Steve love it.

The way Eddie holds him, kisses him - fucks him and takes care of him while whispering soft praises against his red bitten lips makes Steve happier than ever.

[justsomecouscous]

*points to a pair of random fictional gay men that I'm currently obsessed with for no reason and will be for the next month* These are my babies and I love them

*pushes the ones that I'm not currently obsessed with back into my basement* Hush children you can come back out when (if) your hyperfixation returns