stranger things? no that’s the eddie munson show

Eddie: Steve got me this FitBit so he can track how much I’m exercising

Robin:

Robin: That’ll teach him to care about your health

“Hang on—hang on—just—” he mutters, twisting awkwardly, nearly dropping a bottle in the process.

Stella, all of a few months old, is tucked against his chest, making small, confused baby noises as she gets jostled around like carry-on luggage.

Eddie, hovering nearby, watches this whole disaster unfold for about five seconds before stepping in.

“Uh… do you need help?”

Steve doesn’t even look at him.

“Yeah—yeah, actually—here—”

And just like that, Stella is transferred.

No warning. No instructions. Just baby.

Eddie freezes.

Because now he is holding a human.

A very small human. A very fragile human. Steve's Very small, Very fragile human.

“…okay,” he says slowly, like someone just handed him a live grenade. “Cool. Cool, cool, cool.”

He looks down.

Stella looks up.

They both go completely still.

She blinks at him. Big brown eyes. Tiny scrunched face.

Eddie blinks back. Wide-eyed. Equally scrunched.

“…hi,” he whispers.

Stella continues staring, her expression deeply serious, like she’s trying to figure out what kind of creature he is.

Eddie, long hair falling in his face, leather jacket, rings, band tee, clearly not something Stella's ever seen in her limited life experience.

“…I don’t know what I am either,” he explains, as if that helps.

Stella’s mouth opens slightly.

Eddie mirrors her. Not on purpose. It just… happens.

They sit there like that. Matching expressions. Same level of confusion. Same energy.

Steve finally frees his wallet, straightens up, and turns around and just stops.

Because there they are.

Eddie, holding Stella like she might explode.

Stella, staring at Eddie like he might.

Same face. Same blank, bewildered look.

“…wow,” Steve says, trying very hard not to laugh. “You guys look like you’re having the exact same thought.”

Eddie doesn’t break eye contact with her.

“I think she’s judging me.”

Steve snorts. “She does that.”

Stella lets out a tiny noise, somewhere between a coo and a squeak.

Eddie immediately nods, dead serious.

“Yeah. That’s fair.”

Steve steps closer, gently taking her back, still grinning.

“Congrats. She didn’t cry. That means she likes you.”

Eddie finally exhales, like he’s been holding his breath the entire time.

“…I think we just bonded.”

Stella, now back in Steve’s arms, continues staring at Eddie over his shoulder. Still confused.

so one day when the kids are like older teens and don't want to get in trouble with their parents for underage drinking, they go to steddie for help.

Eddie's making weird breakfasts that help, and Steve providing a green drink and pain killers

YES absolutely. Steve had to learn how to hide his hangovers in class after partying and Eddie didn’t care about that but couldn’t handle noise + headache so. The hangover cures were invented.

Thank you!

What truly made him wince was how this recontextualized everything he knew about Eddie, with a sickening clarity. His unwillingness to make a weapon when they fought Vecna—at the time, Steve thought him making a shield instead of a sword was a kind of adorable naïveté.

And everything that followed Chrissy’s death—it wasn’t just Eddie’s reputation that led the town to turn on him so easily, but the legacy he carried. It was all too easy to paint him as the carbon copy of his father. In addition to everything else, Al made Eddie an easy target for Hawkins.

“Bitch what your platonic soulmate is here?! Am I a roach?!”