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Eddie imagines that Steve Harrington probably thinks that he is real hot shit. On top of being a rich prom king, he is also an eroptomancer. A love seer. A soulseer, some people call them – someone able to see the weird magic that connects people in a predestined shit storm of a craps game. He probably thinks he’s real goddamn special. One in a million special.
It’s actually closer to one in five million, but who’s counting?
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The man’s gaze turns to him and sticks. Eddie bristles beneath the attention but tries not to show it. His eyes remind Eddie of the perfect crema atop an espresso and damn if he’s not a sucker for brown-eyed boys. It’s a curse.
The man offers a smirk. “You must be the enigmatic barista I hear so much about. I’m Steve. Good to meet you, man. Robin and Henderson yammer on about your lattes all the time.”
“Tis I, Eddie, a humble barkeep, at your service,” Eddie says with a flourish of his free hand and a slight bow. “Pleasure's all mine. What can I get you?”
Or, Eddie owns a coffee shop and some of his regulars turn into friends along the way.
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pretty baby, i'm runnin' back home to you by steddieas_shegoes
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
10 Nov 2025
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Eddie Munson is sentenced to 25 years in prison for the murder of Chrissy Cunningham in July of 1986.
Despite everyone’s best efforts, the government did not seem as hellbent on helping him prove his innocence as they did to make sure everyone kept their mouths shut. Hopper and Nancy put more time into pleading his case than any of the fancy lawyers the feds sent to handle it.
Apparently, a biased jury and judge didn’t much care for whatever proof Nancy had.
At least he looks alright in orange.
or: The government fails Eddie Munson, but Steve Harrington gives him a dangerous thing: hope.
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“Honourable Justice Harrington, I have perjured myself on this stand today, and I would like to recant.”
“Dude, what are you—”
“I lied, man. I fibbed. I told a story. I—”
“Alright, okay. I get it.”
“I don’t read, uh. Gay porn for the articles.”
“Okay.”
“I more read it for the, you know.” He scrubs a hand over his face. Wishes he could hide. “Gay porn.”
(Or: scenes from Eddie's life after the world doesn't end.)