Annnddd here's the other drawing I created for @steddiebang2024! my author has worked super hard on the fic When I saw the slide I just knew i had to claim it. Hellboy is a special interest of mine so it was so much fun drawing this. I have sketches I'm going to try to work on to post as well just figuring out hellboy!eddie. I can't wait for you guys to experience the fic <3 I'll come back and update when I have the link to the fic.

I couldn't not draw the final kiss, it was just too perfect.

"Who even is that guy?"

"That's my darling"

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It starts with a post.

Eddie had posted a photo on Instagram holding his acoustic guitar, cross legged on a chair.

Recently he had been front cover of a magazine of 'him' wrapped around a young woman. Living the Rockstar life.

His agent had suggested he show a more domestic side to him, a softer side.

Hence the acoustic.

It was summer so Steve was off of work and sleeping on the couch behind him, blankets up to his ears. The only thing visible was his hair peeking out and his arm hanging over the side of the couch. A sleeve of tattoos running down it all the way to his knuckles. Eddie loved that arm. He loved the way the tattoo curved around his knuckles like water. His nice, big. veiny hand that-

WOAH off topic.

He had done half the tattoos himself and made sure he payed for it all.It was the least he could do for all Steve has done for him.

They met eight and a half years ago, Steve had seen Eddie play at shitty clubs and recognized his mop of hair getting hit in the alleyway.

Eddie thought he was a goner for sure until Steve ripped the guy off him.

Steve just shot him a smile and complimented his guitar skills.

Eddie fell to his knees. He was gone for him.

He invited Steve to band practice as a thank you since he didn't have much to offer.

Two weeks later they were dating and Steve has been their number one fan since.

When Eddie got the record deal he dedicated everything to Steve.

Everything always was for him. As it should be.

Anyways,

Eddie posted the photo excited to promote the acoustic cover of his hit song 'My Hero, My Darling'.

The comments instantly went ballistic asking who the random man behind him was. He definitely wasn't in the band and why would notorious lady killer Eddie Munson have a man in his house...he couldn't possibly have friends.

Eddie responded to one comment only, knowing the rest would sort itself out.

"That's my darling ❤️"

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"Eddie," Steve was frowning at him, poking his side with his foot.

"Eddie look at me this is serious."

"Yes my love?"

"You outed yourself. You were doing such a good job keeping this a secret. This will change everything."

Eddie turns over until his holding Steve close to him, his face in his hands.

"Good. I'm tired of hiding you my darling. I'm tired of the accusations."

"But Eddie you OUTED yourself."

"I won't say anything about you, I'd never out you Stevie. But I'm done hiding that I'm a simple man in love."

"...me too. I'm done too."

"Darling are you sure? This is a big deal. What about your school? Your principal?"

"I don't care. Everyone important to me knows. My family, my real family, know and don't care. They do wonder why I've been single for eight years but they'll get over it."

"Marry me."

"What?"

"Marry me oh my god that's the hottest thing I've ever heard. I love you so much please I can't live another moment not having you mine. Besides, if you get fired that's definitely a lawsuit and you know I've been pleasing for you to quit so I can take care of you, but you love those damn kids. Just...be mine...please."

"I've been yours. Since the start. Since always." They both have tears in their eyes.

"Yes?"

"YES OF COURSE YES!"

They're giggling through their kisses.

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"Heeeeyyy everyone thanks for joining my live. I have something super important to inform you on! I'm getting married!!!!!"

The comments instantly flood in questioning him on moving too fast, asking if he's on drugs. The usual.

"Oooooh you guys have no idea."

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The photo goes up an hour after the live ends.

It's Steve sitting on the couch, glasses on, red pen in his mouth. He's wearing a thick sweater and grumbling grading papers.

He looks so soft, so smooth, it's Eddie's favorite picture. The next picture in the carousel is Steve backstage at his concert. They're holding onto each other like they need each other to breathe.

The last picture is a selfie taken minutes after. Eddie with his stage makeup sweating off his face smiling brightly at the camera. and Steve kissing his cheek. Eyes squinted shut and eyeliner thick, he had worn it as a treat for Eddie.

It was well received.

The caption reads:

"I'm so happy to announce I'm marrying my best friend and partner of eight years! Everyone meet my darling. Steve is a local middle school teacher who has literally saved my life more than once. He saved my heart. God, I love him so much.

P.s. yes the tours are in the summer so Stevie can travel with us. I'd never leave him."

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Bonus engagement edition:

"YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TO EDDIE MUNSON?!"

"Yes. We've been over this."

Eddie stuck out his hand to shake, "hi, Eddie Munson, nice to meet you."

"YOU HID THIS FOR EIGHT YEARS?!"

"Yes."

"I'M BASICALLY YOUR BROTHER! HE'S MY FAVORITE CELEBRITY!"

"Yes Dustin and you can't keep a secret."

"...fair...welcome to the family."

*inspired by my friend only learning her cousin was marrying someone famous when he showed up to Thanksgiving and she lost her mind

Still the One

Eddie is passing through Chicago when they meet again. 

Under the strobing lights at the North End, her pink skirt swirling around her, dances the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

With the moles dotting her cheeks, those heavy lidded hazel eyes, she looks an awful lot like–

“Holy hell–Harrington?! Shit, I didn’t recognize you at first. You look–”

Nose crinkling cutely, she lets out a sheepish laugh.

“Pretty different?” 

“...I was gonna say really happy, my lady.”

“I am. Happy, that is. But…I can think of a way you could make me even happier.”

“Name your price.”

“Dance with me?”

Eddie sways closer. All this time–and she’s still the one.

Steddie Week 2024

July 4th Prompt: Body Swap

NSFW, minors DNI

@steddie-week

Everyone has a soulmate. At least one, actually; Steve’s one of the lucky ones who has two. He’s found one already; the little soulmark tattoo of an ice cream scooper meant working at Scoops Ahoy was a rather obvious choice, and when he met Robin Buckley, really met her, and saw her tattoo—an ice cream cone, piled high with three scoops—on her wrist, same place his is, he knew he was off to a great start.

Of course, he’d made the mistake of thinking she was romantic. The first time she tried to tell him otherwise, she’d cried hard enough she’d gagged, run off to the bathroom. Steve, concerned, had followed her, listened as she stumbled through an attempt at an explanation. “Oh,” he’d said, and thought about it, categorized it for a minute, then realized he’d never felt anything for her in the first place; he mostly just thought he was supposed to. He put her in the correct box in his brain, and other than when she teased him about it, he never thought about it again.

So they were soulmates, about as close as you can get without actually being the same person. Steve only ever thought he was the luckiest guy on the planet for it; after all, it’s Robin Buckley he’s talking about. What’s not to love? And for a time, he even forgot about the guitar on his other wrist.

STWG Daily Prompt 04/28/24

as chosen by our own @penny00dreadful

He was never going to find her.

Steve sighed heavily, letting his lunch tray drop to the table as he plopped down into his seat next to Nancy and Jonathan, the spot he’d been occupying ever since he’d had some sense knocked into him and dumped Tommy and Carol as friends for good. 

He’d gotten a lot of funny looks for that move, not only because he’d nuked his popularity along with his friendships, but because Nancy had dumped him for Jonathan, or so the rumor mill said, and yet here he was beside them. The truth was that their uncoupling had been a mutual decision, they just didn’t care enough to correct the narrative. 

But, back to Steve’s lament. 

It’d been almost a week since he saw her, the mystery girl that he’d spent almost the entire Halloween Ball with. They hadn’t spoken at all, the music had been too loud for that, but they’d stuck close to each other all night, danced, shared a few laughs as they pointed out their classmates' costumes–both good and bad– and shared a brief, but earth shattering kiss in a dark corner of the gym.

Now normally, Steve wouldn’t have been caught dead at one of the school’s dances, but his high school career was rapidly coming to a close, and honestly he was just trying to get himself out there, make some better memories before he was forced to grow up and enter the adult world.

Also… Nancy and Jonathan had made him.

Then they’d ditched him to go make out in the darkroom, but that was fine, It’d all been worth it to meet—her.

Steve only stepped away for a moment to get them a couple drinks, but when he returned to their spot by the bleachers, she was gone, the only evidence that she’d ever been there at all was a ring left behind on the floor. He picked it up, remembering how she’d fiddled with them a lot, her many rings, and must have dropped this one without realizing. 

He pocketed it, knowing it would be the key to finding her again.

Because, and this was his dilemma, on top of not knowing his mystery girl’s name, he also had no idea what she really looked like. While his Indiana Jones costume had left no question as to his own identity, she’d been dressed as a mummy, wrapped up in layers of gauzy fabric, only showing off her long dark curly hair, the biggest most gorgeous brown eyes he’d ever seen, and perfect pink pouty lips.

After spending the last several days combing the school, asking every brunette he came across if the ring was hers—to no avail—Steve had all but given up, assuming the girl had been someone’s friend or cousin visiting from out of town.

“What’s all this?” Steve asked, finally noticing the stack of photos Jonathan had spread out on the table around them. 

Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, answering with his mouth still half full. “group shots of all the clubs for the yearbook, I just got them developed.”

Steve pushed his own lunch away, not hungry, and pulled a few of the pictures closer to him. He wasn’t really looking, looking, there wouldn’t be anyone in those pictures he hadn’t already seem roaming the halls, or so he thought. Then he spotted a familiar piece of jewelry on the finger of someone entirely unexpected. 

Eddie Munson, head of the Hellfire Club. 

He reached into his pocket and pulled the ring out, keeping it hidden under the table as he looked between it and the one in the photo. Same band, same stone, same black nail polish on the hand’s fingers too.

Dark curly hair, check. 

Big beautiful brown eyes, check. 

Soft pouty pink lips, double check.

Okay, so, the mystery girl wasn’t a girl at all. It explained why he’d had so much trouble finding her at least.

Steve sat with that fact throughout the rest of the lunch period, and by the time the bell rang had decided that it didn’t change a thing. He wasn’t freaked out that he’d kissed a boy, he didn’t even care that it was Munson, certified freak and D&D nerd. He was a little embarrassed that he’d assumed his special someone was a girl just because he had long hair and pretty eyes, but moving past that—

Now Steve just had to woo his man.

“Hey, Munson?” Steve called out as he jogged down the hallway, approaching the other boy from behind just as he was closing his locker. 

Eddie startled, his eyes going wide as he turned to see who had snuck up on him, but recovered quickly.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrington, what can I do for his former-royal-highness?”

Steve stepped in close, glancing around to make sure no one was watching them before he took Eddie’s hand, gently turning it over, and placed the ring in the center of his palm.  

“I think you dropped this.”

Permanent taglist (open): @penny00dreadful @pearynice @hitlikehammers

MY MAN

It's not that Eddie was worried. Sure at the beginning of their relationship, when it had still been a budding crush, he'd had this deep-set insecurity but Steve had been nothing but loyal.

Steve had understood, had been kind and Steve had reassured him, that if at any time, if at all possible, he would tell him if he felt anything except the utter soul-crushing love that he felt for Eddie.

He'd told Eddie "I choose you, Eddie, because you choose me."

That had been that. Eddie was happy, even when they argued, even when they'd been shoved into adulthood, upside down scars and all.

Even through every rough tour and all of Steve's long nights getting his nursing degree.

They always came back to each other.

10 years they'd been a secret, fear of the outside world destroying their love and lives more frightening than any upside down monster.

Only their close friends knew, no one outside that, and both Eddie and Steve were usually alright with that. They'd accepted it.

Until tonight.

Steve and Eddie has been in a secret relationship for several months. They don’t touch so not to accidentally scent each other and expose their relationship. They have plans to move away after Graduation and have a list of towns in mind to live in. Things go wrong when Mr. Harrington makes an announce in the paper that Steve is engaged to the son of a major business rival. Steve had no idea and that night Steve runs straight to Eddie to explain and beg for his bite. Newly mated they leave town early the next morning. No one knows where they have gone except Wayne who secretly gets regular letters from them.

steddie meetcute at the bar bathroom sinks but it’s steve adjusting his hair way too specifically while eddie spends a full 50 seconds working a paper towel under his rings

@matchingbatbites GOD. YEAH. and then maybe eddie’s rings gets caught in steve’s hair because of all that extra volumizing hairspray, and steve starts to blush cause he’s embarrassed about having his hair secrets revealed, but eddie laughs it off and puts him at ease. and then he’s all, “here just- tilt this way?”he cups a hand around the back of steve’s neck to hold him steady. “mm, good, yeah, that’s…” he untangles his fingers; steve blushes like crazy under dim purple lights. “that’s perfect.”

surrogate omega Steve who chooses to carry pups as often as possible because he genuinely enjoys it and it pays well

-VS-

the very confused coffee shop owner and alpha, Eddie, who has been watching him for several years and has never seen a mating bite on his neck, but always a bump

✨Arms✨

"Valentines Day is a capitalistic scam made to sell chocolate and flowers!" Eddie Munson bellowed, leaping to the top of a cafeteria table not even ten minutes into lunch. 

"Do you think he was born like this, or just dropped on his head as a baby?" Heather asked, rolling her eyes as the super senior began waving his arms around, getting way too into  his annual “anti-valentines day” rant. 

Steve, who'd tuned out the dramatics in favor of trying to figure out how he could ditch school, only heard her because she’d begun running her foot up his leg.

Directly in front of Patrick.

As if half the school didn’t know he planned on asking her out after school. 

Long over being a part of these kinds of games, Steve kicked out, forcing Heather’s leg off his. 

Son of the mafia Steve only it’s his mother’s side of the family, not his dad’s, so he’s far removed from it but just involved enough to reap the benefits of being the only child of the mafia boss’s beloved only daughter. 

Stefania Harrington left the family for “true love” against her father’s wishes and she’s too stubborn to go back on it and divorce him, but every time Richard Harrington fucks up she runs to her father and quietly builds a trust fund for her darling son in case her shitty husband really goes through on his threats to cut him off.

She’s the absolute light of her father’s life, she can do no wrong, if she’d just ASKED he would have let her marry Richard, but she was in her rebellious phase and so she ran off with him to some tiny nowhere town in Indiana and now the family has to come to Hawkins to see them.

They aren’t around often - the family is busy, the distance is a lot, his grandfather is getting up there in age and travel can be hard on him, but his visits are some of Steve’s happiest childhood memories. 

Steve’s grandfather LOVES him because he’s so much like his mother - sassy and mouthy and remarkably chill with all the crime so long as he doesn’t have to be involved. He’s got a personal vendetta against Richard Harrington because it’s bad enough you took my daughter, now you’re mistreating my grandson? My pride and joy?

He makes not-jokes all the time about Steve just saying the word - “Your uncle can arrange an accident for the man,” he always says, and Steve thinks that’s so dramatic and unnecessary until he hears about how many times Al Munson almost got his son shot and he thinks “my family was right, actually.”

Additional little thoughts about this that won't leave me alone:

Steve isn't short for Steven - it's short for Stefano. Richard wanted to name Steve after himself, but Stefania refused.

Steve is fluent in Italian. He and his mother speak it together and it drives his dad up the wall - he never bothered to learn it, so the two of them have used it to have private conversations in front of him Steve's whole life. One day he has a phone call with his mother while Eddie is over and he's talking in rapid-fire Italian, hands flying, pushing fingers through his hair, gesturing like his mom can see him and meanwhile Eddie's just perched on the couch and staring and a little mad about how hot he thinks it is.

Stefania is just. So completely out of touch with normal life. Steve has a bad day and she's immediately like oh darling have you had a hard week at the video store?? Why don't we go visit the villa in Italy for a month 🥰 and steve has to once again explain things like getting paychecks and getting fired

That said if Robin has a hard week at the video store, he's already offering to buy plane tickets. Robin thinks he's joking. He is not.

Also he's absolutely told Robin everything, but she thinks he's doing a really long, really dedicated bit and doesn't believe him. Steve doesn't realize she didn't take him seriously.

Eddie gets read in on everything in vague terms because he was venting about his family history one day like "Oh yeah, Steve, I'm a real fucking catch, coming from a whole line of criminals" and Steve was like "You're not gonna believe this but actually--"

Steve does routinely offer to have Al Munson killed. Eddie cannot tell if Steve is joking at this point. Steve absolutely isn't.

Eddie’s having a strange day.

For once in his life, he’s not being treated like absolute shit by all the dumbass jocks of Hawkins High School.

In fact, they’re not even engaging with him at all. They’re looking at him, but they’re just not saying anything. Even when Eddie pretends to drop his stuff in front of Billy Hargrove, he doesn’t even laugh at him.

And while this should feel like the best day of Eddie’s life, he has an underlying feeling that this is all very very wrong.

Then, he knows the universe has decided to fuck with him or something when Tommy Hagan meets him at his “business transaction” table and instead of buying anything, he leans in and whispers, “Meet me at skull rock after school today.” And fucking plants a quick kiss to his cheek.

And hey. What the hell was that?

Yes, he’s seen the way Tommy looks at Steve Harrington to know there’s no way that there’s not a part of him that wants him in a way that is definitely not platonic.

But Eddie isn’t Steve Harrington (who makes every guy feel a little bit gay) he’s Eddie Munson. And this does not happen to him.

They start kissing on stage as a joke.

The night before the first time, they're at an afterparty, pounding shots, and Eddie is reading aloud a piece that just came out in Rolling Stone. "'One of the most noteworthy parts of Munson and Harrington's unlikely pairing is their chemistry on stage. It's like these two men--one on his way to being the latest metal god, the other an indie rock wunderkind--are two parts of one musical whole. Their singing, their playing, even their bodies twine and flow with assuredness; where one goes, the other follows without question. They share a single brain-cell and that cell is music'."

Steve giggles, pours some more Grey Goose into the glass. "If they say that now, could you imagine what would happen if we, like, kissed on stage or something."

"What the fuck, Harrington?" Eddie splutters, having just thrown a drink back.

"I don't know, other bands do it!"

Eddie snorts. "I'm cutting you off." He reaches for the bottle and the suggestion is forgotten for wrestling over the liquor.

Steve barely remembers it in the morning. Doesn't think about it at all as he gets ready to go out on stage.

They're playing one of the instrumental breakdowns when it happens. They're leaning into each other, Eddie smiling over his shoulder at him, their eyes locked, bodies moving together. "You wanna?" Eddie mouths at him.

Eddie Munson’s Sex Dungeon, 636 words, rated T for language, Steddie fluff

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Steve doesn’t always look at the tabloids, especially the ones about his husband. But this one caught his eye in the check out aisle. “Eddie Munson’s Sex Dungeon!”

Eddie having a sex dungeon was news to him. He picks the magazine up to read the article.

“We all know Eddie Munson is a dungeon master for Dungeons and Dragons, but rumor has it there’s another dungeon in this rocker’s life! In an exclusive interview with a close personal friend, details have been revealed of his basement sex dungeon.

Steddie with those tap vibration bracelets for couples | Angst with a surprise ending

—

Eddie had been dead for over a year. After Dustin had to leave him in the Upside Down, they tried to look for him. But Eddie’s body was just…gone. Steve didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. No one thought he would have a reason to. No one knew what they did behind closed doors, hands under each other’s shirts, lips moving together.

Steve was the one who had the idea to get tap bracelets in the first place. They were something you could keep hidden, in your pocket or on your wrist under a long sleeve. Whenever they were thinking about each other, they could tap the bracelet and it would vibrate the other person’s. It started as a cute gesture but it soon turned to a feature they used for survival going into the Upside Down.

“Tell me when you’re okay. 1 tap for safe, 2 for danger. Okay?”

“Steve, I could do Morse code. I know SOS.”

“Eddie, there won’t be time. Please, just follow the system.”

But Eddie didn’t follow the system. He didn’t fucking follow it, and instead of running he tried to be a goddamn hero. He didn’t tap the bracelet before he went after the bats, didn’t tell Steve he was in danger.

Steve would never forget the scream of absolute anguish as the bats tore into Eddie’s flesh. He knew the sound came from him. He knew his voice backwards and forwards. He would never forget the rapid vibrations on his wrist in the moments before he heard Dustin yell.

In that moment, he knew his Eddie was gone. Eddie had spent his last moments, his last spurts of energy thinking of Steve. Letting Steve know he loved him, that he was always with him.

Steve hadn’t taken off the bracelet ever since, not even to shower. He kept it right on his wrist, covered with saran wrap like you’d bag a cast. He never wanted to be separated from him. He knew that he’d never be able to feel Eddie’s touch again, but bracelet’s presence was enough to keep the grief at bay. Every now and then, he’d touch it a few times. Hoping, praying Eddie’s soul could feel it. He never told the party about him and Eddie’s relationship. Never opened up, really, about what they were to each other.

No one understood why he had shut down after Vecna was defeated. They assumed it was because he was mentally and physically exhausted. But it was so much more than that. It was grief. He’d lost his person, he was sure that Eddie had been the one. And he lost him. The only person he ever told was Robin.

He came out to the party as bisexual about a year after Eddie’s death, but it didn’t ring a bell for any of them still. Not even Dustin, who had always been suspicious of his and Eddie’s closeness.

Years went by and he still hadn’t taken off the bracelet, even though was with someone new. They had only been together a few days before Steve called it off. It had taken so long to get over losing Eddie, but something deep inside of him chewed. And chewed.

Something just didn’t feel right about this new person. It wasn’t her fault, Steve just couldn’t do it.

One night, Steve stayed awake a little longer than he normally did, reading some book series Eddie had left in his room before all the shit went down, Lord of the Rings.

His attention was drawn away by a buzzing feeling against his wrist. He looked down at it to see the gold bracelet lighting up and vibrating. He put the book down and hesitantly tapped back. This couldn’t be happening. Not after all these years. Something in the Upside Down must have gotten ahold of the bracelet. But nothing could have prepared Steve for what he felt next. Sharp, punctuated taps. He focused, hard, trying to figure out what it meant. He eventually made it out. It was Morse code, 3 letters, repeating themselves over and over.

“S. O. S.”

Eddie was alive, and he needed help.