#eddie munson’s love language is acts of service

[angeldreamsoffanfic]

content warning: this took SUCH a turn to dom eddie munson wanting to make steve harrington just absolutely one, turn his brain off, and two- realize that his interests aren’t stupid. like it’s not… necessarily explicit on here but when this gets a bit more fleshed out… it’s gonna have to be posted on ao3 😂

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The thing is, Steve Harrington knows hair- okay?

And he also knows that his friends completely like to tease him about it, that they think that most of the time his affinity for it is a bit narcissistic. That he shouldn’t spend as much time as he does on it and he should “let go sometimes”, but he can’t.

He can remember watching his mother years ago in the bathroom mirror teach him how to style his hair, with little spritzes of water and a just a few puffs of sweet smelling hairspray. He can fully and thoroughly recall flipping through magazines when he was younger, back when his parents had started to travel, and taking beauty tips from the pages in regards to detangling. He’d spent three days with a knot at the nape of his neck, after a few days of swim practice, and he had too much pride at the time to ask anyone for help.

But anyway, Steve Harrington knows hair- and it’s not that he thinks other people don’t… but he also knows that some people don’t care as much as he does. And that’s why watching Eddie Munson take a brush to his curls (completely dry which is painful in it of itself) is absolutely heartbreaking in the weirdest way possible.

Steve also is completely and totally aware that his face must be doing… something, because Eddie has turned around to fully face him- instead of glaring daggers at his own reflection.

“What, Harrington?”

Steve shook his head quickly, fingers drumming against his thighs as he diverted his attention to the tv again. He hadn’t had a television in his room before actually, had figured it’d be a bit too much of a distraction from trying to sleep. Steve is sure there’s some study about the light too, a study Robin had rambled to him before.

That’d been before Vecna though, before the year 1986 and all of it’s horrors that it brought along to the town Hawkins once again. In Steve’s mind? A small tv and a couple of VHS tapes was probably the least of his worries after surviving everything. The tv itself had some poorly made horror movie on, something Eddie had brought along from his government provided home, while the two waited on Robin and Nancy to make their way over.

“Stevie?” Eddie had moved closer, brows slightly furrowed as his dark eyes widened. “What’s on your mind, man? Not getting like…” Eddie mimed wiggling his fingers at the side of his own head, and Steve couldn’t hold back the laugh that made it’s way out from his throat. “Okay so Vecna is not getting his creepy hands on you… so what’s up then?”

Steve took a moment and shrugged, before he let himself card a wide-splayed hand through his own hair. The hairspray was just ever so slightly crunchy under his fingers, and Steve huffed as he shrugged again.

“It’s so stupid man, like don’t even worry about it.” Steve flapped a hand in Eddie’s direction, and Eddie was quick to click his tongue against the back of his teeth as he moved closer.

“Nuh uh, big boy.” Eddie eased himself onto the foot of the bed, and Steve forced himself to not scrunch his nose as Eddie’s dry curls swished a bit around his shoulders. “C’mon I can see it in your eyes! Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell m-”

Steve cut Eddie off with a press of a flat palm up against Eddie’s lips, and Steve tried to not think about how soft Eddie was up against Steve’s skin. Steve groaned as Eddie’s tongue swiped against his flesh, and Steve hissed as he reared backward away from the older teen.

“Fucking gross dude!”

“Usually I’m the one doing that, big boy!”

Steve and Eddie both spoke up at the same time, and the two eyed each other warily, before they split into soft laughs between the two. Eddie then shifted further up onto the bed, back pressed up against the footboard, before he knocked his leg against Steve’s.

“C’mon dude, what’s up?”

“Your hair!” Steve finally answered, before he then folded his arms over his chest. “I know it’s stupid, but watching you tear a brush through it dry is actually breaking my heart, Munson.” Steve groaned, and ran a hand over his face before he continued. “And I know it’s stupid and everyone always says it’s stupid of me to care about hair so much-”

“It’s not stupid.” Eddie’s firm tone cut Steve off, and Steve glanced back toward the man through his lashes. Eddie’s jaw is set, firm and unyielding, and Eddie let out a dry laugh. “Fuck man, what has everyone in your life done to you?”

“Huh?”

“You’re… fuck sweetheart, you’re allowed to enjoy things.” Eddie’s voice has gone saccharine sweet, soft and gooey- and the tone has an immediate effect on Steve, making his brain feel all fuzzy and soft. “So, what has everyone in your life done to you?”

Steve doesn’t answer and instead just shrugged again, and it draws a quick intake of breath from Eddie- before the man has pushed himself up and off of Steve’s bed. He’s quick and methodical in his movements, scraping his curls up and off of his neck into a low bun at his nape. Eddie then pulled his boots back on, before he checked his pockets for a moment, and then proceeded to nod to himself. Eddie then extended a hand out to Steve, and wiggled his fingers with a small grin on his face.

“C’mon then, dude. We need to go to the store.”

Steve let his hand meet Eddie’s, and is quick to ignore the flutter in his stomach at the touch. His hands, Eddie’s, are larger than his but the fingers skinnier and calloused from what Steve knows to be years of guitar playing. That, and Eddie now has a pretty decent job at the local mechanic shop, and Steve knows that Eddie enjoys the job. Knows that Eddie likes working with his hands, and Steve tried to ignore the idea of Eddie getting those hands on Steve—

“Stevie?” Eddie snapped his fingers in front of Steve’s eyes, and Steve shook himself out of his revere. Steve sent Eddie a nervous smile, and he tried to ignore the flush of heat he can feel under his cheeks at the soft coo that Eddie let out. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” Steve bobbed his head in a quick nod, even when Eddie hummed before he moved as to grab the pair of Nikes that Steve had on earlier in the day. “Where are we uh, headed?”

“You and I-” Eddie moved back to Steve, and he curled a hand around Steve’s right ankle before he pulled- which caused Steve to unsteadily rock back, before he clamped a firm hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I gotcha don’t ya worry baby-” Eddie murmured, soft and saccharine again, before he continued on as if Steve’s heart isn’t about to beat out of his chest. Eddie worked Steve’s Nike onto his foot, methodical in tying the laces tight, double-knotted just like Steve does. “You and me are gonna make our way out to Anderson for the afternoon.”

“But why?”

Eddie just sighed, soft and slow at Steve’s softly asked question, before he grabbed at Steve’s left foot, and set about slipping the other shoe onto it. Eddie took a moment, made sure to tie the laces of the shoe tight, before he stood back up so he could peer down slightly at Steve. Steve doesn’t move as Eddie pinched Steve’s chin soft in between his thumb and pointer, before Eddie slightly shook Steve’s face from side to side.

It’s enough that something in Steve just burns.

“Because Anderson has a nice and big hair supply shop in it, and we’re gonna go spend a little bit of government hush money there.” Eddie cooed, his voice soul-achingly sweet again, and Steve forced himself to swallow down the saliva that had been quick to pool in his mouth at Eddie’s tone. “And then when we’re done, I’ll drive us back here and you can do anything you want to my hair.”

“Anything?” Steve croaked, eyes wide as he kept his eyes on Eddie’s from under his lashes. Eddie’s smile is gleaming, and Eddie hummed quietly as he nodded himself.

“Absolutely anything, sweet thing.”

Steve Harrington knows hair, and he knows that.

And he also knows that his friends completely like to tease him about it, well, it’s seems like except for Eddie. So Steve let himself smile and nod, and he reveled in the way that Eddie grinned- a quick flash of teeth as he pinched a little firmer at the meat of Steve’s chin, before he let go.

“Atta boy.”

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just a little sacrifice to the tumblr readmore gods

[hawkinsbnbg]

lover boys

prompt: one | word count: 111 | rated: G | @steddiemicrofic | ao3

Dating Eddie Munson was a novel experience.

For once, Steve wasn't the one rushing to open the doors or buying flowers. Instead, he got to be the focus of Eddie's undivided attention and unwavering devotion.

“I can do this myself,” he mumbled after Eddie dropped to one knee before him.

“I know,” Eddie glanced up with a fond smile, deftly tying the laces for him. “But I wanna spoil my baby, make him the happiest boy in the world.”

Blushing, Steve ducked his head and said softly.

“You already succeeded by being my boyfriend.”

He was pulled into a tender kiss as soon as Eddie stood up, feeling cherished and adored.

[willowworkswithwords]

Steve receives love the way he gives it and doesn’t know what to do with himself.

so i was going through my drafts folder because i'm thinking it's time to dip my foot back into the fic writing pool, and I found this collection of snippets and ideas that all stemmed from this post from @rogueddie. I thought about maybe elaborating on some of these, but I also wanted to share because I really enjoyed this idea. I also think I may have posted about this a long while back, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't the whole thing.

-Future -> uses a pen like a sorta-stylus to hit each of his computer keys sometimes. Eddie figures out it’s because the keys don’t have enough physical separation between them (they’re so shallow) and it sometimes messes with his eyes [is this a feasible vision issue he might have??] so Eddie buys him an “old fashioned” keyboard with the big keys, one of the big colorful trendy ones.

-Eddie and Wayne keep the foods he like, foods he’ll always eat no matter what. Eddie notices that he’ll never ask for any special foods when Wayne makes the grocery list (when he moves in with them) so he starts being sneaky and goes on a recon mission a.k.a. asking Robin, Nancy, and the kids what he likes. Since Steve also loves to cook, Eddie looks through his cookbooks and recipe box and finds the ones with notes on them and him and Wayne practice how to make them

“Hey Wayne?”

“Yeah?” Wayne calls from the couch, beer in hand and the game on.

Steve steps out from the kitchen, box of tea in hand.

“Where’d this come from?”

Wayne doesn’t turn around.

“What is it?”

“Uh, the tea?”

“Picked that up for you the other day, since you were saying you like it better than coffee sometimes.”

“Yeah but… you and Eddie don’t like tea?”

He doesn’t know why he says it like a question.

Wayne tilts his head against the back of the couch, craning it to look at Steve in a way that’s so reminiscent of Eddie it makes Steve smile a little.

“You do, though.”

-Right before Steve moves in, when he’s an anxious mess because his parents are coming back but he doesn’t realize he’s anxious for that reason, he starts hiding little bits of his stuff in the trailer, mostly in Eddie’s room and around the kitchen. This puzzles Eddie but Wayne thinks it’s like Steve’s trying to expel his energy in a not-so-productive way, though there are worse ways. So, Wayne starts asking Steve to help more around the house, but especially with repairs bc they found out that Steve knew a lot about repair.

Steve’s been around a lot. Wayne sees his pile of folded bedding tucked behind the couch, and sometimes he sees the Beemer leaving the trailer park as he comes up the road from the plant. During daylight hours, when Steve comes by to help Eddie or brings the kids over or stays for dinner, he shows almost no signs of anything being wrong.

But Wayne is a combat veteran. It’s been a long time for him, but he hasn’t forgotten, and he never will. He knows his nephew went through war, and that Steve was right alongside him. From what Wayne has gathered, Steve had been in that war for a few years, and had been dealing with the ups-and-downs for two years before Eddie ever knew about it.

It hurts Wayne deeply, to see the children (because that’s what they are—as he and all his comrades had been) endure the aftermath. So he sees when Steve flinches, when he clenches his fists, when he holds his breath and makes himself breathe evenly.

Tonight is the least in-control he’s ever seen Steve.

He’s over for dinner again. All three of them are in the living room, a baseball game on, much to Eddie’s long-suffering sighs.

-Steve will make his opinion known about arbitrary stuff like movies and music, but if it’s been a Bad Day or a Bad Time, and he does, and Eddie reacts to it in a way Steve sees as criticism, he will then defer everything to Eddie to a frustrating degree. Eddie finds out that when it comes to their relationship, not any other relationship Steve has, Steve is extremely afraid of screwing it up so he thinks that means he should let Eddie call all the shots.

-Eddie memorizes Steve’s orders at restaurants

-Eddie sews Steve’s clothes without Steve ever realizing

The sun is just peaking through the windows of the trailer on a Thursday morning when Eddie gets to work. Steve, when exhausted, will sleep through just about anything, and the week had been a long one. Eddie had the opposite problem, finding little respite even curled around Steve. So, the early morning found him gathering up Steve’s clothes and taking them out to the front porch of the trailer.

Already out there on the side table was his sewing kit, spools of thread and thimbles neat and ready. Already out there on the couch was Wayne, sipping his morning post-work coffee and looking out over the misty park.

Without a word, Eddie settled onto his end of the couch, knees pulled up, and grabbed one of Steve’s jeans. There was a rip along the inseam, and Eddie took to it with steady persistence. After the jeans were shirts and three sweatshirts. Stitch after stitch after stitch, and soon Steve wasn’t left with a single hole in all his wardrobe.

“He still hasn’t figured it out yet?” Wayne asks, grinning into his coffee.

“Nope. I’ve almost convinced him of the existence of brownies.”

Wayne barks a laugh and Eddie smiles down at the last rip he’s fixing, laughing with his uncle. Steve has been with them for a month and is just now finally easing up, finally letting them both in—for the big and small. Noticing Steve get frustrated with all the holes in his clothes was the least Eddie could do for him, and if it warms him from the inside out when Steve excitedly rustles through his pile of clothes and realizes they’re all perfectly wearable, well. That was just a plus.

-Eddie compliments Steve on his personality and who he is more than what he does, because especially in the first couple years after Vecna, while both of their bodies are still healing, Steve feels a lot of guilt about not being able to do all the things he used to be able to do to the same degree. Even once he’s healed and starts being able to be physical like he used to, Eddie knows Steve equates his value with his service, and tries to help him realize that he is so much more.

[artiststarme]

Van Vandalism

The not-so-long-awaited van vandalism fic based on this snippet! I hope you guys enjoy it and if you have any title ideas, please let me know in the comments!

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Eddie was having a rough time. While the events of Spring Break were in his rearview, he was still facing the consequences of being branded a freak murderer by the police in a small town. The overzealous Christian townsfolk, now aware of his glaring differences and eccentricities, seemed to make it a goal to make his life as hard as possible. Eddie could hardly leave his trailer without being chased with metaphorical pitchforks. Whether it be by threatening to kick his ass at school or vandalizing his van in the grocery store parking lot, the people of Hawkins were relentless. Eddie didn’t really care about the threats to his own safety or even some minor beatings, he’d gotten used to it through his years of high school. 

However, when the townsfolk started to come after Wayne is when Eddie got concerned. Wayne had lived in Hawkins his entire life and now the people that he grew up with, the people he was friends with, were turning on him because of Eddie. They were spray painting nasty words on the trailer, slashing the tires on the van, and smashing the windows on Wayne’s truck. And Eddie and Wayne? They were losing their patience. They didn’t have the extra money to fix the windows or keep replacing tires. Wayne was pulling doubles at the plant to try to bring in some more money and Eddie was picking up shifts at the garage but they still weren’t bringing in enough to cover for the damages. 

One day after school, Eddie came out of the building to find all four of his tires slashed. He couldn’t even safely walk home either because old Herbert Green and his son had threatened to jump him the day before. So, he stood on the curb staring at his van for three minutes before tears started to drip down his face. 

He didn’t deserve any of this. He didn’t hurt anyone. All he’d ever done was try to create a safe space for outsiders, the people that couldn’t feel safe anywhere else, and now he was paying the price. He wasn’t a murderer! He was just a gay metalhead kid who liked nerdy shit and couldn’t focus in school. But in the minds of all the townspeople, everything about him was grounds for a lifetime in prison. 

He was still staring at his van when he felt a hand wrap around his upper arm. Eddie didn’t even think before spinning around with a fist in the air. 

“Woah,” Steve said as he ducked out of the way of the punch. “Jesus Christ, Munson! I can’t get another concussion, do you even know what Robin would do to me?” 

Eddie sighed in response and sagged against his van, Steve’s hand still wrapped around his bicep. “Sorry dude, you scared me. I wasn’t expecting Sir Steve to be back at his abandoned castle. Which quest hast summoned you to return to your former dwelling?”

Steve’s eyes squinted like they always did when he tried to translate Eddie’s language into modern English. God, it was one of Eddie’s favorite things about him. After a moment, the squint left his eyes and his mouth opened in understanding.

“You, man. The kids called and said the basketball team fucked up your tires. Thought you could use a ride,” Steve said and shrugged. He was still wearing the ugly Family Video vest over a gray polo that hugged his shoulders in all of the right places. “Eddie?”

He shook his head to snap out of it. No straight guy wanted their gay, albeit still in the closet, friend checking them out when they’re trying to do them a favor. Or so Eddie would imagine. 

“Um, yeah. Yes please. I do need a ride. This is the third time they’ve pulled this shit and I won’t be able to afford new tires for a good three weeks. Fuck, how am I going to get to work now?”

Steve hummed before lightly smacking Eddie’s shoulder and ignoring his affronted glare. “I know! You can use my car! I mean, you’ll have to drop me off at work before school and pick me up after but other than that, I don’t really go anywhere anyways. You can just take the Beemer to work, school, and wherever else you go.”

Eddie was absolutely dumbfounded. Sure, he and Steve had become good friends after Spring Break but he was going to inconvenience himself by letting him take his car? “Stevie, I can’t take your car. What if you need it? It’s too much-”

“Eddie. Look man, you can use it for however long you need to. If I need it back, I’ll call you for the keys, okay? Just give me rides to work and pick up the kids if they need to go somewhere. The little shits aren’t riding their bikes anymore.” Steve told him and pressed his keys into the palm of Eddie’s hand. “Now, leave the van for now and give me a ride back to the video store, I still have 6 hours left on my shift and if I’m not back by the end of my break, Keith is going to lose his shit.”

Eddie just smiled and shook his head. He still couldn’t believe that Steve “The Hair” Harrington was actually a good dude. He’d dragged his sorry ass out of hell, lied to the cops to be his alibi, and now was loaning him his car just to make Eddie’s life easier. How’d he get so lucky as to have Steve in his life? Now if only he could get him to switch from the Tears for Fears moaning from the speakers to Metallica. 

When they pulled up to Family Video, Eddie made a move to get out but Steve just grabbed his arm with a, “hey, wait. Where are you going? Your shift at the garage starts in 20 minutes.”

“Yeah so I have to go. If I start running now, I can make it before my lungs give out and kill me.” Eddie said, shaking him off.

“Dude. I was serious about you taking my car, I wasn’t just going to have you go out of your way to drive me to work in my own car. Take it and be back to pick me up at 11:30, okay? Have a good shift,” Steve murmured, patting Eddie’s hand and running into the store. 

And then Eddie was left in the car alone, utterly bewildered and still reeling at Steve’s generosity. But he did have to go to work so off he went. Driving in the Beemer was a lot different than driving in the van. Firstly, there were no weird banging sounds coming from underneath the hood or any screeching noises of the brakes. The ride was silent aside from the horrendous pop music squealing from the radio station Steve had left on low. Next, the ride went smoother. Eddie didn’t have any jocks tailgating him or blonde-haired mothers glaring at him from the curb. He did receive a couple of double takes when other drivers realized it wasn’t Steve Harrington driving his signature Beemer but Eddie enjoyed the looks of shocked befuddlement. Huh, maybe Steve was onto something.  

(What Eddie didn’t know is that everyone that took a double-take wasn’t wondering why Eddie Munson was driving his car but instead, when had Steve gotten back together with Nancy Wheeler?)

When Eddie finished his shift at the garage though and made his way to pick up Steve from work, goddamn Officer Callahan pulled him over. He hated this fucking guy. He especially hated how cocky he looked as he strolled up to the driver’s side window and leaned against it. 

Eddie could only glare at him completely unimpressed as he asked, “can I help you, Officer?”

“Why, as a matter of fact, I think you can! You see, all day we’ve been getting calls of a curly-haired imposter joy-riding around in Steve Harrington’s BMW. Can you explain that?” Officer Callahan was smirking as he explained himself, obviously finding joy in interrupting Eddie’s peaceful night. 

“I’m not joyriding, I went to work and now I’m picking him up from work. Steve lent me his car because someone slashed my tires for the third time this month. You’d know about that though, right? You know, considering I’ve tried to file a report each time. You ever going to do anything about that by the way?” Eddie rebutted. 

“You expect me to believe that Steve Harrington let you, Eddie Munson, borrow his car? How much grass have you smoked?” 

Eddie just sighed in frustration. “Look Callahan, I’ve tried to be nice but you’re pissing me off. Here I am, a law-abiding citizen, and you’re just accusing me of these heinous crimes? Grand theft auto, drug use, what’s next… murder? Oh wait! We’ve been there and I was found innocent of that too! Let me leave or next time I see the Chief, I’m going to tell him that his least favorite deputy was harassing me. Do you want Hopper mad at you? Is that what you need in your life?”

“What… um no. You don’t have to do that. Just, just get where you’re going and make sure Harrington gives us a call at the station about his car. Um, have a good uh night,” Officer Callahan said while awkwardly ambling back to his car. 

Then, Eddie was off again. This time with heavy metal blasting through the Beemer speakers and through the open windows into the wind. He was going to pick up Stevie and treat him to a night full of movies, weed, and junk food like he deserved.

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[ghosttotheparty]

can I request 31 and/or 70 on the prompts list you just posted for platonic!steveandrobin? I've been on a major stranger things kick recently and I love your writing :)

ok first of all i wanna thank you for this prompt bc this is the first time i’ve ever cried while *planning* a fic like i hadn’t even started writing it but i was in my kitchen making myself buttered noodles with tears streaming down my face just thinking about what i wanted to write

that being said i used both prompts bc i couldn’t not

31. “If we’re going to keep ending up in life-or-death situations, trust that I will save you every single time.” 70. “It’s three a.m. Why are you making soup?” dialogue prompts!!

Steve is a light sleeper.

He’s always been a light sleeper, waking up to loud wind or thunder, to sunlight pressing to his eyelids early in the morning if he forgot to pull his curtains shut the night before, but it’s gotten worse since the Upside Down. Any quiet noise of the house settling, of a branch tapping a window, has him blinking his eyes open and sitting up.

There’s a quiet clatter in the kitchen downstairs, and he sits up, his heart pounding. The room is mostly dark except for the nightlight by the bathroom door. Eddie is still asleep, laying on his belly with his face on Steve’s pillow, his cheek squished. Steve exhales, looking at him, touching his hair for a moment, but he freezes when there’s another noise.

Slowly, he gets out of bed, careful not to wake Eddie up, and he steps across the room as quietly as he can, holding the nail bat as he creeps out of the room and down the hall. He lowers the bat when he sees that the kitchen light is on, and he glances down the hall, his heart still pounding to see that Robin’s bedroom door is open.

He lowers the bat as he descends the stairs, carrying it by his side as he enters the kitchen, squinting in the light to find Robin at the stove, wearing one of Eddie’s t-shirts, a 1979 AC/DC shirt that goes down to her knees, and a pair of mismatched fuzzy socks that Will gifted her a while ago.

“Rob?”

She glances over her shoulder at him.

“Hi.”

He sets the bat by the entryway, glancing at the time on the clock above the window as he steps up behind her and looks at what she’s doing.

“Rob, it’s three am,” he says quietly. “Why are you making soup?”

She shrugs without looking at him, stirring the pot slowly. He watches the vegetables shift in the soup. It smells good.

“Just wanted some soup,” she says softly. Her voice is thick.

“What’s going on?” he asks gently, touching her back.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Her voice cracks. Steve blinks at her, quiet for a moment he reaches slowly for the spoon in her hand. She lets him take it, sniffling, and he sets it over the pot, turning down the burner, and he pulls at her hand.

“What’s going on?” he asks again, quieter. She glances up into his eyes but looks at the floor, and he pulls her to the dining table, nudging her into a chair and sitting across from her. “Talk to me.”

She takes a shaky breath, her fingers knotting in her lap.

“You know that… bad feeling I had?” she says quietly. “Before we fought Vecna?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, leaning closer.

“…It’s back.”

Steve’s chest tightens, but she speaks before he can say anything.

“I know it’s— I know everything is fine,” she says. “And Vecna’s dead, and all the gates are closed, and everyone is— everyone is fine, but I… It’s like there’s just this… perpetual pit in my stomach.” Her voice is shaking. “And I don’t…”

“Hey,” Steve says gently, reaching out and taking her hand. He moves his chair closer noisily, and she laughs wetly, squeezing his hand. “You listening?”

“Mhmm.”

“You know everything is okay,” he says slowly. “And you know it’s normal to have anxiety after all that,” he adds gently. “Right?”

“I know,” she says weakly. “It’s just…” Her lip wobbles and her eyes glisten. A tear slips down her cheek, and he reaches out to wipe it away.

“Deep breath,” he says softly. She inhales shakily, closing her eyes, and he leans forward to kiss her forehead. “It’s okay, Rob.”

She sighs, squeezing his hand tightly.

“What else?” he says quietly. She smiles at the floor, squeezing his hand again.

“I think we might actually telepathic,” she mutters. “‘S ridiculous.”

“We definitely are,” he says, smiling. “But you still gotta say what’s wrong out loud for me.”

She lets out a soft laugh again before she looks at the ground.

Her smile falters and falls, and her eyes glaze over, and she hesitates, holding Steve’s hand tightly.

“I have this… this thing in my head. That’s just kind of… I don’t know. Stuck.”

“Tell me,” Steve prompts quietly.

Her lip wobbles again. She bites it, blinking hard and taking a breath.

“I know it’s shitty,” she says weakly. “And if— if you, or Eddie or Nance, or any of kids said this about themselves, I would be so pissed, and I—”

“Robin. What is it?” Steve whispers. She takes a deep breath.

“I feel…” She swallows, breathing heavily, biting her lip. He wipes another tear from her cheek tenderly, his chest aching. “…Disposable.”

His stomach falls, and he squeezes her hand.

“What do you mean?”

She shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Just… I don’t know, just, like, I can… I can be left behind.”

“Why would you think that?” Steve asks brokenly, his hand shaking as he holds hers tightly. “Robbie…”

“I think—” She pauses, taking a deep breath, wiping her nose on her wrist. “When I was a kid, I… I didn’t have many friends? And the friends I did have were… I don’t know. I was always the one that didn’t go if there were limited invitations. I always walked behind everyone on narrow sidewalks.” Steve wants to cry. “I… I never really talked much because I never knew what to say, and I never had… anything to add. And when I tried, I… They would just…” She sniffs, squeezing his hand tightly, taking a hiccuping breath. “They would just stare at me, like— like I was speaking gibberish. And then they’d just… move on.”

“Robin,” Steve tries to say, but she just takes a gasping breath and squeezes his hand again.

“And then I didn’t go with them one day,” she says, staring at the floor. “And nobody… called. Or came by to check on me, or anything, so I just… gave up. And then on the first day of seventh grade, I sat all alone at lunch, and I—” She cuts off with a gasp, closing her eyes as tears fall, and Steve releases her hand to wipe them away gently, his own eyes burning. “They were all sitting together, laughing, and smiling, and— and it was like they didn’t even notice I wasn’t there, because they didn’t need me.”

Steve’s whole body hurts. He wants to run her brain under water, wash away all the self-deprecating thoughts she’s ever had. He wants to tell her that he needs her. He needs her more than air.

“And I think— I think also my parents?” she says, her hand finding his wrist and holding it tightly. Her voice is weak and squeaking and almost broken, and Steve can feel his heart breaking with it. “They always— They always went to dinner and— and on day trips, and I thought all parents did that until my friends said their parents didn’t do that, so I just… thought they loved each other and went on— on, like, dates, but then they— they went out on my thirteenth birthday—”

She sobs, squeezing his wrist, and he leans in to kiss her forehead again, trying to take a steady breath as a tear falls from his eye.

“And I realised they just don’t like me.”

“I like you,” Steve says firmly. She laughs wetly, wiping her face, but he holds her face and moves to kneel on the floor in front of her, looking up at her. “Robbie.”

“I just…” She takes a stuttering breath, closing her eyes. “Feel like I’m the… left behind one.”

He takes her hands.

“What does that mean?”

“Like I’m… If something happens,” she says, avoiding his eyes. There’s a pit in his stomach. “I’ll be… I’ll be the one that’s left behind so everyone can get away.”

“Robin,” he says breathlessly, his eyes burning, because she's wrong. He can’t even put into words how fucking wrong she is.

“I know,” she says, crying. “I just… That’s me.”

“No,” he says firmly, desperately. “It’s not. You’re not fucking disposable, Robin.”

She finally looks into his eyes, and they’re swimming with tears.

“I love you,” he says firmly. “I love you so much.”

She sniffs, staring back at him.

“I know,” she says weakly.

“No,” he says, his voice too loud. “You don’t know, Robin, you’re— you’re the best fucking friend I’ve ever had, and I love you.”

She sobs, squeezing her eyes shut, and he reaches up, wrapping his arms around her neck, pulling her down into a hug. Her hands grip his shirt tightly. She’s trembling.

“I love you so much,” he says softly, running a hand over the back of her head gently. His knees ache on the tile floor, but he doesn’t care. “You are not disposable, Robin Buckley. I don’t know where the fuck I’d be without you.”

When her crying quiets, he pulls away enough to touch her face, wiping her tears and under her nose before he wipes his hand on her leg, on the t-shirt. She scoffs, still crying, and he smiles up at her, his chest still aching.

“Look at me,” he says softly, wiping away a tear that falls down his cheek. She does, holding the fabric of his shirt at his shoulders tightly, like she’s scared to let go. “If we’re going to keep ending up in life-or-death situations,” he says slowly, watching her smile weakly, “trust that I will save you every single time.

She closes her eyes, letting her head fall to his, pressing their foreheads together.

“…Okay.”

“I love you, Robbie.”

“I love you too, Stevie.”

She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug, and he closes his eyes, his arms sliding around her waist. He buries his face in her shoulder. Her shirt smells like some odd combination of her and Eddie. It smells like home.

“Okay?” he asks when they pull away slowly. She nods, her eyes still closed. He kisses her forehead. “Your brain is lying to you,” he says softly.

“She’s really mean,” Robin murmurs.

“Yeah, fuck her.”

Robin laughs softly, wiping her nose one last time.

“Thanks, Steve.”

He lowers back to sit on his calves, looking up at her, almost in physical pain from how much he loves her. Like every cell in his body is bursting with it.

It looks like she’s wearing heavy mascara, her eyelashes clumped with tears, her cheeks and nose rosy red, her eyes still shining as she looks down at him, holding his hands. His lip quivers and his eyes burn.

“Let’s have some soup,” he says.

A giggle escapes her.

“It’s three am.”

He shrugs.

“Let’s not waste anything,” he says. “Let’s have soup.”

“Okay.”

“What do you need help with?” he asks, using her knees to stand up, and she snorts.

“Like I’m letting you near the stove.”

“Wow.”

“Go get Eddie.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He takes the bat back upstairs as Robin takes a deep breath, turning the burner back up at the stove.

“Eddie,” Steve says softly, sitting in the bed next to him. “Baby.” He touches his hair, gently nudging him awake.

“Hm?”

“Robin’s making soup.”

Eddie blinks blankly at him in the dimness of the room, squinting, his face still squished on the pillow.

“Am I awake right now?” he asks, his voice rough. Steve laughs softly, leaning in to kiss him.

“Yes,” he says. “C’mon.”

Eddie sits up slowly, stretching.

“What time is it?” he mumbles.

“Like three.”

“Why’s Robin making soup at three in the morning?”

“Uh…” Steve hesitates, looking at him. “She’s having a rough night.”

“Nightmares?” Eddie asks, looking at him. “Or something different?”

“Something different.”

Eddie nods.

“Will she want a hug?”

“Probably,” Steve says softly, smiling. “Maybe ask her.”

“I will.”

He kisses Steve chastely before he follows him down to the kitchen. He’s wearing one of Steve’s sweatshirts from high school, with a tiger on the front. Steve realises he’s wearing one of Robin’s old sweaters, a size too big for any of them. And he almost laughs. They might as well just move all their clothes into one wardrobe.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” Eddie asks, stepping up next to Robin to see into the pot. She laughs softly.

“Veggie soup.”

“Veggie?” Eddie says dramatically, making her laugh again. Steve sits on the table, watching them. (He never got to sit on the table as a kid. Now it’s his favourite place.)

“Keep an open mind, Munson,” Robin says, stirring the soup.

“Only for you, pretty lady.”

Eddie can tell she’s been crying. Steve watches as he goes to the sink and pours a glass of water, bringing it to her and murmuring something quietly to her. She nods, taking the glass, and he hugs her, kissing her temple as she sips the water. Steve wants to cry again.

They join him on the table to eat the soup, all three of them with their legs crossed, holding the bowls carefully. Robin beams when Eddie says firmly that it’s good shit.

And when the sun finally rises, they’re all tangled together on the sofa, snoring quietly.

[rottenaero]

Steve keeps winning Eddie more and more, until there is literally no room on the bed, and Eddie absolutely refuses to move them anywhere else because Steve got them for him and they’re special.

He has a whole notebook full of the days he got them all, their names, and their backstories.

Steve gives Eddie the pink teddy he wins at the fair, sort of as a joke but also kinda hoping he'd like it. Eddie had joked about it being "mighty impressive, big boy" and that had seemed to be it.

But a few weeks later, Steve is round Eddies and he still has the teddy on his bed, in the open, propped up by the pillows. Steve tries to be casual when he says something like "oh hey, he's still here".

Eddie is quick to correct; "her name is Strawberry. And of course she's still here, she lives here."

He doesn't notice the chronic case of heart eyes Steve gets, too busy going into the backstory he gave her; befriending dragons, marrying the king... Steve is determined to win her a friend.

[hawkinsmafia]

𝔼𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕄𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟: 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥

day 04 : Eddie

featuring Eddie Munson x reader (no assumed gender)

rating: general

cw: two minor, non-graphic mentions of sex; one brief mention of recreational marijuana use

wc: 1.6k

an: this is my first time doing one of these, and I was reminded of filling out those massively long surveys your friends would all email around in the 90s. I miss those. this was written for @corrodedcoffinfest!

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 :: How does Eddie spend free time with his partner?

⟢ Eddie is the king of parallel play. Just being in the same room is enough to please him, even if you’re both absorbed in different activities. You’re lounging on the couch with a book while Eddie is noodling around with his guitar, or he’s at the table working on his campaign notes while you’re writing up a grocery list.

𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 :: What does Eddie admire about his partner?

⟢ I won’t lie, one of his criteria in a partner is how well you fit into his rockstar aesthetic. If you look like you’re ready to pose beside him on the cover of Rolling Stone, that’s a huge boon.

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 :: How does Eddie help his partner when they’re struggling?

⟢ Eddie’s love language is acts of service, so when you’re having a rough time, he’s insisting you take the night off and let him make dinner—and it’s probably just boxed macaroni and cheese and maybe a can of green beans if he thinks about it, but he makes it with so much love. Then afterward, if you’re amenable, he’d break out his private stash and pack a bowl for you.

𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖 :: What is Eddie’s first date with his partner like?

⟢ A disaster. He had big ideas of impressing you, but it was one of those nights where nothing went as he planned. He wanted to take you to an open mic night and wow you with his musical prowess, but the performance list was already full when you arrived. At a loss for a last-minute substitution, you wound up going to the Hawkins High carnival, where he was harassed by the popular crowd, he couldn’t manage to win a single game to get you a prize, and he nearly choked to death on his corn dog (then coughed so hard he almost puked). To top it all off, he was pulled over by a cop while driving you home, and the familiarity the cop had with Eddie clearly announced that he had regular run-ins with them. And to this day, Eddie has absolutely no idea why you invited him inside when he finally got you home, or asked to see him again tomorrow for a do-over.

𝔼𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝 :: Is Eddie more dominant or submissive in his relationship?

⟢ Eddie is a very easy switch. He can and will take either role depending on his mood and yours, and can switch from one to the other with a moment’s notice.

𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 :: What is it like when Eddie and his partner argue?

⟢ Honestly, Eddie doesn’t argue with you very often. He struggles with feelings of inadequacy and fears the day you’ll wake up and realize he’s a worthless, white trash loser, and he’s afraid of driving you to that realization early. Much more common between you are the more playful, low stakes disagreements, like which dresser drawer to put socks and underwear in (the top one, obviously) or whether peanut butter belongs in the fridge or not (no). These ‘arguments’ are usually settled with a dice roll.

𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖 :: Does Eddie acknowledge how much his partner does for him?

⟢ Oh god, yes. See above for those feelings of inadequacy, he is grateful as hell that you gave a freak a chance and somehow found him worthwhile, at least for now.

ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 :: Does Eddie keep secrets from his partner or does he share everything?

⟢ Eddie couldn’t keep anything from you to save his life. He tells you everything, and everyone knows that if they tell Eddie something, they’re really telling the both of you because he’ll tell you immediately.

𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 :: Has Eddie’s partner inspired him to grow or change in any way?

⟢ Your presence in his life has made him more focused and given him more drive. His rockstar dreams were just a farfetched fantasy that he toyed with before, daydreams of a better life, but now with you in the picture, he craves that success to be more than make-believe.

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪 :: How does Eddie handle jealousy in his relationship?

⟢ Eddie doesn’t fall victim to jealousy all that often. Those occasions when he does feel it flare up, though, it’s because he saw someone else flirting with you, and his response is to go over there and slip an arm around you, maybe give you a slightly-too-deep kiss, and remind the other person that you’re already spoken for.

𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤 :: Is Eddie a good kisser?

⟢ He’s not too bad! He doesn’t have a whole lot of experience when you first get together—there haven’t been many people in Hawkins willing to take a chance on a Munson—but he does have some natural talent, and he’s a quick learner with practice.

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 :: How does Eddie confess his love to his partner?

⟢ In song. He stresses out for a while over how to get to the next level with you, and he finally decides that since music is his forte, he’ll write you a song and perform it for you.

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕘𝕖 :: Would Eddie want to marry his partner?

⟢ Eddie would be one of those guys who proposes to his partner and then stalls in the engaged phase for years, putting off the actual marriage. It’s not that he doesn’t want to marry you (he does!), but he’s worried (perhaps subconsciously) about tying himself to you and becoming a weight that holds you back, ruining your life by making you a Munson.

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 :: What does Eddie call his partner?

⟢ Princess, sweetheart, baby, babe. If he’s in a goofy mood, he’ll call you ‘my liege’ (often with a deep bow and a thick accent).

𝕆𝕟 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖 :: What is Eddie like when he’s in love?

⟢ Oh god, I hate to say this, but I think he’s that guy who kind of slowly starts drifting away from his friends in favor of spending time with his partner instead, at least for a while, and it causes tension between you and them. When he starts cancelling Hellfire at the last minute and not showing up to band rehearsal, the others start getting angry with him.

ℙ𝔻𝔸 :: Does Eddie openly share affection with his partner, or is he more private?

⟢ This man would fuck you in the hallway at school if you asked him to. Once you’ve made it clear that you aren’t afraid of everyone knowing you’re with him, he can be downright obnoxious with his affection. You’re the couple making out in the hall during class change, causing a traffic jam. You’re the couple who gets caught in closets and bathrooms at every party. More than once, Wayne has had to clear his throat rather loudly to remind Eddie that he’s still in the room.

ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜 :: What’s a random action Eddie performs for his partner?

⟢ He learns your routine and makes a point to ask if you want a ride to work today before you even say anything, or he’s already waiting for you outside your classes so he can walk with you to your next one.

ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 :: How romantic is Eddie?

⟢ Very romantic. He’s making you new mix tapes weekly. Whenever he stops for gas, he always comes back to the van with your favorite snack without being asked. (He may have taken the five-finger discount, but it’s the thought that counts!) He holds doors open for you with a sweeping bow. He makes a big production of giving you a pin off his battle vest or one of his rings.

𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 :: How does Eddie help his partner achieve their goals?

⟢ You have never heard a pep talk until Eddie gives you one. He is a stalwart and unwavering pillar of support, and no one believes in you as much as Eddie believes in you.

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕝 :: Does Eddie like to experiment and try new things, or does he prefer familiarity?

⟢ Eddie is always down to try something new, especially if it’s something you’re interested in. Whether it’s a new movie in a genre he doesn’t gravitate toward, or heading into the city to try a new restaurant cuisine that’s caught your attention, or a new bedroom activity, Eddie’s down for it.

𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 :: How well does Eddie know his partner?

⟢ Pretty damn well. Sometimes you might think he’s not listening while you’re talking, but even when he looks distracted, he never misses a word. He knows your favorite color, the foods you hate, your class or work schedule, the kind of future you daydream about. If you have a menstrual cycle, he doesn’t have it memorized but he can always tell immediately when your uterus is making problems.

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖 :: How important is Eddie’s relationship to him?

⟢ It’s literally the single most important thing in Eddie’s life. It’s the greatest thing he’s ever had, and he knows he doesn’t deserve anything this good. He loves you more than his guitar, which speaks volumes on its own.

𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕕 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕕 :: A random fluffy headcanon.

⟢ The first year you were together, Eddie very nearly forgot your birthday. It wasn’t until a quarter to midnight that he remembered, and he tore out of the trailer like a man on fire to get over to your place before midnight, nothing but apologies and affection and promises to make it up to you this weekend. Since then, he goes out of his way to make a big deal of your birthday every year.

𝕏𝕆𝕏𝕆 :: Does Eddie like to be affectionate with his partner?

⟢ Oh yes. Given a choice, Eddie would be attached to your hip 24/7. He loves to hold your hand, put an arm around you, give you little kisses, cuddle up to you. If acts of service is his primary love language, physical touch is a close second.

𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 :: How does Eddie cope when he’s missing his partner?

⟢ If at all possible, the quickest cure is to just go see you. Eddie’s liable to show up at your place at any hour of the day or night, looking a little lost and forlorn, just wanting to see you. If you’re unreachable like that, oh, how this boy pines for you. He’s a mopey, moody, melancholy mess. Wayne has to tell him to go outside and get some sunlight before he makes the mold in the trailer flourish with that storm cloud over his head.

ℤ𝕖𝕒𝕝 :: To what lengths would Eddie go for his relationship?

⟢ Eddie would brave the Upside Down alone to preserve your relationship. He would bitch and moan the entire way, but he would do it if it meant keeping you.

[morganbritton132]

I love the Eddie munson TikTok saga and it’s currently my favorite thing to reread!!! I was thinking that maybe people on TikTok don't know how much Steve loves Eddie cuz steve is usually on the receiving end on Eddie’s TikTok videos and because the upside down is gone, he doesn’t have to keep diving headfirst into danger to protect people, so what is Steve’s love language?

Steve’s love language is acts of service!

It doesn’t happen often anymore, but there was a time when there were always protesters outside of Corroded Coffin’s shows. There was a time when every reporter only had questions about Chrissy Cunningham and what really happened during the Spring Break of ’86, so no.

Steve doesn’t have to throw himself headfirst into danger anymore, but he will. He’ll shove the protesters away. He’ll shut down an interview that he had no authority over. He’ll do what he needs to do to keep Eddie safe and happy.

Steve knows what a haunting looks like because he sees it in Eddie’s face during those moments and he makes vows like sage and holy water that he’ll do everything he can to never see it again, but not every battle has to be fought with nails in a bat. Sometimes cookies will do.

Sometimes a warm house and a health dinner cleanses the ghost. Sometimes listening to loud music or talking about nerdy games does it. Sometimes when the nightmares are really bad and Eddie can’t sleep for more than an hour, all it takes is a warm bath, a cuddle, and just being there.

And of course, Steve does the big romantic gestures because Steve is a big romantic guy, but it’s the small things that make Eddie feel like he’s the luckiest guy in the world. Eddie has arthritis in his hands and he never has to say when it’s bothering him, but Steve always knows and he’ll massage his hands until the pain goes away.  Steve pays attention and he knows Eddie well enough to see where he’s struggling sometimes before Eddie does, and he always takes care of him.

[bugsmunched]

Dating Eddie Munson Headcannons || X Male Reader!

For my friend @litteralyjustawriter , enjoy!

ASKS ARE OPEN!! IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS PLEASE ASK!!

Eddie was the first to fall, and also falls the hardest. When he gets into a relationship, he becomes a tad bit obsessive, but not in a creepy way. He just really likes his boyfriend and wants to learn everything about him. To some people he can come off as creepy because of how invested he gets, but to you it's kind of endearing.

He loves laying down on his bed or the couch and having you lay down on top of him. He enjoys the extra pressure and the closeness of the two of you. He eagerly welcomed your warmth and your inviting and familiar scent. 9 time out of ten he falls asleep within minutes of you on top of him like that.

He loves to startle you, but not in a mean way. If you hate it and ask him to stop, he will definitely stop. But he likes hiding behind things and jumping out to spook you. But he respects your boundaries and doesn't want to piss you off.

If you have long hair, he will start playing with it, braiding it and what not. If you have short hair, he'll run his fingers through it and just play with the soft strands.

He also loves it when you play with his hair and sometimes he'll ask you to help french braid his hair to keep it out of his face.

You asked Eddie on a date first, but he didn't register it as a date. He just registered it as hanging out with you, which the two of you do all the time. So when you went in to kiss him, he was very confused. But of course, he kissed back. But after you pulled away he just tilted his head in confusion. " Wait wait wait. When you said 'will you go out with me?' I thought that was just a weird way of asking to hang out. " "Oh my God Munson, are you dense?" "Apparently so."

But he finally figures it out and then immediately becomes disappointed that he wasn't able to ask you on a date first. But kissing you again made up for it.

He's definitely the kind of guy to play music at you and not really realize it. At first, it's a bit awkward. He's just playing his guitar and thinking he's being really suave, when really he's just sitting there playing Metallica for an hour straight while you sit there awkwardly. But as time goes on, you begin to appreciate how happy he is when he's playing music, and how skilled he is. You show up to his band rehearsals frequently, just to see him smile.

He teaches you how to play guitar. Or at least he tries to, because he wants to share an interest with you. But if he figures out that playing guitar isn't really your thing, he decides to try and take up some of your interests.

He steals you things. Oh 100% he steals you things. At first he passed it off as stealing something like a ring for himself but it didn't quite fit him right, but oh look at that it fits you perfectly. But after a while he just gives up and starts directly stealing things for you and not trying to pass it off as anything.

Eddie definitely knows how to sew. Now he doesn't know how to sew much, mainly just how to mend clothes and sew on patches. But even if you know how to see, Eddie wants to mend your clothes for you, because he wants to show how much he cares about you by fixing your things- even if you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself.

Now he's not great at taking care of himself, but his main love language is acts of service. Though some things he does are a bit unconventional. If you smoke, he definitely rolls your joints for you, and lights them for you. He'll tie your shoes, help you fold your laundry, help go grocery shopping, water your plants, hell he'll even get into fights for you. But that's mainly just because he's protective.

He of course also likes to give gifts, physical touch and quality time. But if you ask him to do anything, he'll do it. He cares so much about you.

After his band gets their first gig, he gets you to kiss his guitar pick for good luck. Then after the show, which goes well, he turns the guitar pick into a necklace that he wears everywhere for good luck.

When it comes to physical touch, at first he's really nervous about it. He doesn't know where to put his hands when you're kissing him, he also doesn't know where to put his hands in general. He doesn't know when the appropriate time is for a hug, he also feels awkward holding your hand in public, but not because he's worried about what people think, because he's worried about what you think. Is his palm too sweaty? Is he holding your hand too tight? Too loose? Do you even want to hold his hand? But after a while he really enjoys it, but isn't the biggest fan of pda.

He gives you his rings sometimes to wear, and sometimes he simply forgets to take them back. He loves seeing you wear his rings wether that be on your fingers or on a chain around your neck.

If he even thinks for a moment that you're cold, that jacket of his is going around your shoulders. He doesn't want his boyfriend to get sick from being cold! Also he thinks you look really hot in his jacket and would love for you to just wear it all the time.

I'll probably do more of these tbh. They're fun to do and easier than writing a whole damn fic rn because of work.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Let them eat metal

by eloquent_fairy

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Gareth (Stranger Things), Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Wayne Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), (except I name him Kev), Andy (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: POV Outsider, POV Gareth (Stranger Things), Gareth & Eddie Munson Are Best Friends, Protective Gareth (Stranger Things), Good Friend Gareth (Stranger Things), Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt Eddie Munson, Protective Steve Harrington, Feral Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington's Nail Bat, Steve Harrington's Love Language is Acts of Service, and threatening to kill people, Corroded Coffin Concert (Stranger Things), Steve Harrington Wears Eddie Munson's Vest, Protective Wayne Munson, Supportive Wayne Munson, Good Parent Wayne Munson, Steve Harrington Has PTSD, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Minor Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Minor Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Minor Argyle/Jonathan Byers, Polyamorous Character, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Homophobic Language, (not from any of our faves), andy is a butthead, thats all - Freeform, but what do you expect from a guy who tackled a literal child, Not Canon Compliant, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, But we love him for it, Soft Eddie Munson, Protective Eddie Munson, Soft Steve Harrington, Implied/Referenced Sex, Fluff and Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Steve Harrington's King Steve Persona, Self-Indulgent, The Author Regrets Nothing Words: 13,680 Chapters: 2/2

Summary

“Let’s get this over with.” Steve mutters, setting his shoulders and planting his feet. Out of the corner of his eye, Gareth can see that Wayne is watching their standoff with a calculating expression. “We’re airing this out and moving on. And we are going to do it before Eddie gets home.” Harrington states with a finality that sets Gareth’s teeth grinding. As if Steve is the one who’s more concerned about their friend’s feelings than Gareth is at this point. Or Gareth has had just about enough of Steve Harrington in the fall of '86. He sets about to do something about it. It takes an angry mob, a Corroded Coffin gig and a baseball bat full of nails for him to change his mind. Gareth gets mad, Eddie gets beat up, Steve gets violent and Wayne is just really tired of everyone's shit.

[thewritersaddictions]

Blurb: The Adults- Love Language

Eddie Munson

Eddie’s love language is physical touch.

Eddie doesn’t know what to do if he can’t be touch you or at least be near you. Long distance trips are never good for him. You’re like a drug and he’s just gotta have it. When you are together, Eddie has got his hands twined with yours. Rough calluses on his hands due to his guitar, and your hands just so fucking soft and supple that he can’t help but be holding them. In front of other people he’s always got his hand around your waist keeping you in close by his side. If Eddie could he’d had been inside your clothes inside your scent, he’s love that idea of you so much.

Eddie’s has his favorite nicknames you. Sweetheart, Doll, and sometimes when things get hot and heavy, or he’s gotten himself in a little trouble with you he calls you Mama.

Steve Harrington

Steve’s love language used to be gift giving.

A bad love language habit that he learned from years of being treated like he didn’t matter. Years of watching his father and mother just gift him things to make things better. (In previous relationships if he was in the wrong or had fucked it up in any major way, Steve was racing to a store. Buying flowers, chocolates, or even jewelry trying to repair it).

Steve’s love language now is Acts of Service. He notices it with the kids. Consistently having to keep the kids safe has caused him to notice more things then he’s remembers. You’re different though, you’re special to him. You’ve got a headache your man is there with a thousands different remedies, closing blinds to keep the harsh sun of the way, brining you whatever you need. You’re on your period. He’s there readying to get snacks and keep his warm soft hand on your belly to keep the cramps at bay.

Steve’s got his favorite nicknames for you. Love, Good-looking, and Honey (Steve when he was very young and his parents were still around would sometimes here his father say things like “Honey, do you know….” Or “Honey, have you seen my wallet?”

Argyle

Argyle's love language is quality time.

Argyle is just a person who loves to be around you. He could care less if you were guys were doing something that was stupid, or if it was a fancy dinner out. All Argyle wanted to do was just spend the time with you. You and him would sit in the back of that pizza van smoking weed. He loved the way that your eyes would blow out, and the goofy way you got with the weed. You laughs were his favorite, and he loved it when he could make you laugh.

He also loves when you read to him. When you guys lay down, and it doesn't matter where you lay down. He loves when you guys plan a night out at lovers lake. He plans it with blankets and pillows that he stuffs into the back of the van. He's always the one that set's up the scene. He loves when you drag your soft nibble fingers through his hair as your read aloud one of your favorite books.

Argyle's got his favorite nicknames for you. Love-bug, and Sweetie, but his favorite on to use is Sunshine. (He calls you this whenever he sees you smile. It doesn't even matter if it's not towards Argyle. He just loves to see it, it makes your eyes brighter, makes you look just as vibrant as the sun.) (Maybe that's where he got the nickname from.)

Billy Hargrove

Billy's love language is gift giving.

Billy has had a worked warped view on women for most of his life. When his mother left him alone with his father things took a drastic and horrible turn in Billy's life and from then on out it was hard for Billy to see women in any other way than something he could flirt with and use.

That was before he met you though. God when he met you he felt like a kid, his heart bumping in chest. He loved you the minute you two locked eyes. He didn't change everything about himself he just changed the things that made him realize that he wasn't always the best person. Changed his outlook towards women. treated like you were his damn princess. Like he was your knight, some guy looks at you like your piece of meat, he'd right there shooting daggers with his eyes.

Billy's got a few favorite nicknames for you. He loves call you his girl, (when he first does call you his girl it causes shivers to run down your spine.) He also loves to call you baby, and princess, both of which make your heart and soul melt a little every time he does it. But his favorite of all time to call you is peaches. He started calling you peaches whenever you would wear the tightest clothes you had. Jeans that showed off your best asset. Damn the dresses that made this man nearly buckle at the knees. (You'll never tell him but your favorite nickname that he calls you is peaches too)

Jonathan Byers

Jonathan's love language is Words of affirmation.

(He's a lot like Argyle who's just in love you with all of his heart, but he's also just pure sweetness. Not a single bone in his body is cruel.) This man loves writing little notes of how much he loves you. They come as shock that first time you find one. It's stuffed between the pages of one your books. His handwriting is a little sloppy, words mushing together on the small sticky note. gradually the writing gets better and the notes get too big for the sticky notes, they turn into large paragraphs, then to little stories.

You keep every single note that you find around your things. Notes were just the start of it thought. When you were out one day it turned into him actually saying to you. "I love your hair like that." Jonathan said his hand coming to comb through the waves you had. Another time when you were working on your projects, he turned and looked over at you from the bed. Smiling, "I do you how much you inspire me." He said to you, you turned and you were able to hide the deep shade that your cheeks got. One of your absolute favorites is when you had graduated from college, yeah sure Jonathan had graduated too, but he was so damn proud of you for working through all the hard work and sleepless days. When you reached each other he engulfed you in a large hug. Whispering in your ear so no one else was able to hear. "I'm so damn proud of you Y/n." You melted into his touch and it felt like heaven.

Jonathan's got his favorite nicknames for you. He loves call you Angel, sometimes about the way you just make everything okay and good around you makes him see has his special little angel. You're always on his mind, floating around in his thoughts. So, he comes up with the best nickname for you. You're his dove. His beautiful little Dove.

[folkloresthings]

Congrats on 1k Becca!!!!

JANE EYRE — send a fandom + info about you (including gender preference) and i’ll tell you who i ship you with.

I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her. I'd prefer stranger things please!

I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like!

I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

Thank you very much!! I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

i ship you with: eddie munson! rockstar bf + bookish gf yes please. doesn’t have a clue what most of the books are about but loves to listen to you talk about them anyway. your outgoing personality brings him out of his shell so much, he loves being able to go on adventures with you — big or small. when he gets anxious he trusts you enough to tell you all about how he feels. but he also loves to be the person that you can talk to. his hopeless romantic side THRIVES with you. he plans such elaborate dates that you’re never ever bored. loves to surprise you with flowers and notes and songs about you. his favourite thing is when wayne is away for a while and you can play home owner couple simulator in the trailer.

[salsakiyoomi]

Hi!! Congrats on 1k followers, your blog theme is super gorgeous <3

Could I please get a matchup for stranger things?

My persona -

Personality - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do, but I'm deathly afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

Zodiac - taurus!

Ideal type and Favorite trope - best friends to lovers!!! I'm obsessed with having a person just be your person throughout your life. Someone who knows you inside out, gets you better than anyone else, has seen the best and the worst parts of yourself, someone you're completely comfortable and at ease with, someone you know and trust blindly. idk, I just love the idea very much 😭😭

Favorite season - definitely fall

Hobbies- I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! I really enjoy dressing up and playing around with makeup.

Thank you very much! I'm very sorry if this got too long, I got carried away 😭 can't wait to explore more of your blog, your Miguel x reader was a delight <3

Congrats once again on your milestone, I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

HONEYMOON MATCHUP WITH : EDDIE MUNSON

— honeymoon

eddie has always loved you, since the moment you saved him from those stupid bullies in second grade, even though the two of you got beat up — you still asked him if he was okay, and of course he said yes, he was amazed by how brave you were back then and how you stood up for him, a kid you've never met before and one who had a reputation for being a freak — nevertheless, ever since that moment, the two of you stuck together like glue, and you grew up to be close friends, or maybe something more than just friends — not that eddie would ever go over that line.

it started in second year of highschool when eddie realized he might've felt something more for you than just regular friends — which was weird because you never expressed anything that said you were interested in him like that — ignoring the way you usually hugged him too tightly or the sloppy kisses you placed on his cheeks, at first it was okay and normal, but ever since his fat crush on you, his heart always leapt to his throat whenever you made contact with him. he was starting to see you more than a friend with every passing day, and god, it was no good for him —he knew he needed to stop, needed to get this thoughts out of his mind and bury his feeling deep and take them with him to the grave, but he couldn't help it, couldn't help staring at you for too long, couldn't help craving your touch, couldn't help thinking about the way your lips could press up — no, no, he can't think like that.

and then came the late afternoon where the two of you were sitting by your secret spot — the bench in the woods, as eddie liked to call it ( he said it sounded ominous ) you weren't sitting on the bench, no, eddie sat up by a tree bark with your head resting in his lap, rambling on about the new album of your favorite band, while the light of the setting sun bounced on your face perfectly, defining your features and adding a golden glimmer to your already sparkling eyes — eddie wasn't listening to a word you were saying, his gaze dead set on your lips, how the moved, how pretty and plump they looked, and before he even knew it, he was leaning over, pressing his lips to yours, tasting the cherry lip balm you always wore tat made your lips pink and shiny and so irresistible— it was only to his surprise that you kissed him back.

— what's on the radio : me and your mama, childish gambino

a/n : i love eddie's hair sm, ty for the request <3 also i think you're really cool

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

For the 1K celebration:

I’m Sarah, my favorite color(s) is blue and purple, my favorite animal is a dog, but I adore cats as well & im a workaholic, I love to cook and my love language is gift giving & Acts of Service

Hi Sarah! I am so sorry this is like six months late, life has been... oh, you know. You've been with me through it all and I appreciate and love you so much.

Okay so as with all of these celebration asks (WELL overdue💀), I set a timer for 10 minutes and let my fingers loose on the keys!!!

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Eddie absolutely loves you. You're one of the most sweetest, hard-working, patient and gentle people he knows; you kind of remind him of Uncle Wayne because you go through so much shit, and yet you're still so kind, you're genuinely doing your best, and he admires those qualities in people. You're very definitely a Munson, honourary at least.

Your favourite colours are at a total contrast to Eddie's black on black, but he adores that; black, blue and purple all go together, they complement one another perfectly. As do you and Eddie, as Uncle Wayne states as often as he can. Both Munsons worry about you, both Munsons want you to take better care of yourself, both Munsons wish you didn't have to work two jobs at once, but they're both so proud of you.

You love cats and dogs, so it's a good thing that Forest Hills Trailer Park has many of each animal for you to fawn over. He likes to feed the strays with you; it was initially something for the both of you to do togedther as friends before Eddie bit the bullet (read: Uncle Wayne bribed him with a new Metallica vinyl) and finally asked you out. Date nights always start by looking after the strays and more often than not, Eddie forgets what he's doing while he's doing it because he's just so transfixed by you. He loves you so much, Sarah.

You love to cook and Eddie loves to eat, so it's not unusual for him to come back from Hellfire to find you and Uncle Wayne cooking up a storm in the kitchen; Friday nights always end with the three of you falling into your respective food comas. You both have the same long languages and never let the other person think for even a second that they're not wholly loved.

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Love Language Quiz- Eddie Munson x OC

Eddie Munson x Misty Hawthorne

Description: Eddie and misty take a love language quiz.

Word Count: 1.5k

Misty had been sitting on her bed with the latest issue of Seventeen magazine resting on her lap. She had a pen in her hand and her eyes were focused dead set on the article above a quick quiz. In fact she’d been so focused on her magazine that she barely even heard her window slide open until it hit the stopping point. Upon looking up she realized that it was only her boyfriend, Eddie. A small laugh escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes. 

“You know, there’s a reason we have doors. My parents like you so there’s literally no reason to sneak in,” she muttered in greeting. 

“Yeah, but it’s more romantic this way,” he retorted as he climbed in. 

“Oh yeah, you wearing yourself out and getting sweaty from climbing the tree beside my window is very romantic,” the girl said sarcastically. Eddie, having become very tired from the strain of climbing and no witty response, simply huffed as he closed her window. 

“Hello to you too by the way,” he mumbled sardonically. Misty merely hummed in acknowledgement as her eyes fell back to her magazine. After realizing his girlfriend’s attention was no longer on him, Eddie pouted. 

“Babe, pay attention to me,” he whined as he plopped face down beside her. Misty rolled her eyes at the dramatic gesture, yet she couldn’t help but smile. 

“I’m kinda in the middle of something,” she retorted distractedly as she circled another answer on the page. Eddie laid on his side, his upper body supported by his elbow as he leaned over to look at it. 

“What are you even doing?” He questioned confusedly. 

“Love language test,” Misty answered simply, pushing his head away. Eddie allowed her to do so and fell onto his back once again. 

“What the hell is a love language?” 

“It’s a new fad going around. Gary Chapman worked as a couples counselor and found that couples were not feeling loved despite their partners believing they were doing all the right things for them. He recently found that patterns emerged in what his clients wanted from their partners and thus, the love languages were formed. There are five love languages in total: words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. They’re pretty self explanatory so I’m not gonna bore you by going into them, but Chapman says that everyone usually has one or, at most, two. Seventeen came out with a quiz on what your love language is. I wanted to know what my love languages are so I’m taking the quiz. Or, at least I was until you got your big head in the way.” 

“Hey, my head is perfectly normal sized, thank you very much,” Eddie retorted indignantly. “And that test sounds like a crock of bull. It was probably formed by corporations in order to make a big sale so they can afford to lay on their satin pillows every night.”

“Maybe it is, but I am sometimes a conformist so I am going to continue to take the quiz,” she replied simply, going back to said quiz. After a moment she felt her boyfriend’s eyes on her, then out of the corner of her eye she noticed him looking at the quiz. 

“...Can I take it too?” 

“I thought they were a crock of bull made by greedy corporations?” The girl responded amusedly, glancing at him. He huffed then laid back down. 

“Yeah, well I’m not the one who bought the mag so I won’t count as a conformist or anything. You’ve piqued my interest and now I want to take the quiz.” Misty pursed her lips, then shrugged. 

“Alright. You can once I’m done.” Eddie nodded, looking content with her answer before facing her ceiling once again. It only took a few minutes for the girl to finish the quiz then round up her answers. She set her pen down, which caught her boyfriend’s attention. A smile quickly formed on his face and he rolled over to look at her. 

“You got the results?” 

“My love languages are words of affirmation and touch. The predominant language is words of affirmation,” she stated proudly. Eddie’s lips pursed and he nodded. 

“Sounds about right. Now do me,” he said eagerly, moving closer to her. 

“You don’t want to take it yourself?” Misty asked confusedly. 

“Why do that when you’re here to read the questions to me?” He answered simply. 

“Do I look like your personal assistant?” 

“Uh, yeah?” That earned him a smack to the shoulder. In return, Eddie grabbed his shoulder and fell back, acting as if he’d been shot. 

“You wound me, fair maiden,” he said in a melodramatic tone. 

“And you’re annoying, sir idiot,” she retorted, rolling her eyes. 

“C’mon babe. Pleeeeeease?” Misty groaned loudly, but ultimately picked up her pen. 

“Alright, fine,” she replied, which immediately made the boy perk up and drop his act, moving back to where he was. 

“Great. First question?”

“When I’m in a relationship, I feel most loved when my partner…” 

“When we’re hanging out. Doesn’t matter what we do,” Eddie answered easily, laying his head on her stomach while the magazine went to her lap. 

“Alright,” she trailed off, circling the closest answer to it. Uh, it’s the little things that make relationships so wonderful to be in. For you, the sweetest ones are…”

“You know that thing you do in the mornings after we spend the night at each other’s place when you’re laying your head on my chest while you’re waiting for me to wake up? Stuff like that. Or like when you kiss my cheek for good luck before a D&D session.” 

“I’ll just put ‘little kisses on the forehead or bear hugs from behind’ because that’s probably the closest to it,” Misty said after a moment of thought. She felt him smile as she circled the correlating letter. 

“This next one is a ‘this or that’ type of question,” she warned softly before beginning to read it aloud. 

The next ten minutes were spent with Misty asking the questions allowed and Eddie answering as truthfully as he could. At some point he got up and just began messing with things around her room, not being able to sit still when he was trying to focus. Because of that there were unfortunately a few times where he was only half listening and would give the most arbitrary or even asinine answer that sometimes didn’t even make sense in response to the question. They (admittedly) made the girl laugh before she had to elaborate. There were twelve questions in total, so they were done a lot quicker than she expected. By the end of it he was back on the bed sitting beside her once again, though he was now playing her acoustic guitar (which he grabbed while still up) for background noise. 

“Alright, final question. Which of these would make you feel most special to someone? A. Spending every weekend together, or B. Saying ‘I love you’ to each other?” Eddie didn’t have to think about it for long before looking at her. 

“Well, I already know that you love me considering how much you say it,” he joked, earning a giggle from her. 

“You need to be reminded sometimes,” she defended with a shrug. The boy grinned in return. 

“Anyways, I think I’ll go with A. Spending every weekend together sounds like the dream,” he concluded. The girl nodded then circled the answer. 

“Alright, now I have to count up your answers. Give me a second.” The boy nodded and continued to play some Elvis song that she couldn’t quite name yet softly. 

“Okay, ready for the verdict?” She asked with an excited smile. Eddie mimicked her eagerness as he set the guitar aside and leaned closer to her. 

“Lay it on me.” The girl nodded then cleared her throat as if preparing to give some sort of big presentation, which made him huff out a laugh. 

“You, Edward Munson, have two love languages: touch and quality time. The dominant one is quality time,” she read aloud. 

“Okay, first of all, never use my full name again,” he started, nose scrunched up to show his obvious distaste. Misty merely giggled in response as she set her pen back down. 

“And secondly?” She asked amusedly. 

“Secondly, I’m thinking maybe the reason we work so well together is because we share a secondary love language.”

“Since when do you know big words like secondary? You been practicing your vocabulary, Munson?” Eddie rolled his eyes in a beautiful example of his maturity, then a mischievous smile appeared on his face. Before she could question him he suddenly tackled her down onto the bed, earning a surprised yelp from the girl. 

“Eddie, what are you doing?” She exclaimed. 

“Our secondary love language is touch so you shouldn’t be upset right now,” the boy pointed out, voice muffled as his face was buried into her neck. She couldn’t help but laugh at him as she shook her head. 

“You’re crazy, Eddie.”

“That’s why you love me,” he answered in a sing-song voice. Misty couldn’t find it in herself to disagree with him.

[futurecorps3]

Hey lola, congrats on 800 followers <3 <3. Could I please get a • 🩸”Kir Royale” and a • 🎬 “Black Heart Daiquiri”.

Stranger things or marauders for the kir Royale please!

I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her. I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic. My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, taurus and my mbti is infp. My music taste is mostly indie rock, indie pop and shoegraze! I love watching movies very, very much and I'll watch literally anything lmao. Genres I always enjoy though are drama, romcoms and mysteries.

For the 🎬, who would you be best friends with in the marauders and stranger things universe? And who do you think you'd not get along at all with?

Thanks!

Thank you so much dear! <3

PLEASE THAT WHOLE DESCRIPTION SCREAMS REGULUS BLACK!!!

Library dates!!! You probably met in one to be honest. I've always thought he likes making pranks with Barty and Evan just like the marauders, they're just subtle and quiet about it so ofc making silly pranks with him. I can see you dancing with and without music in your first flat <3

And for Stranger Things... Jonathan Byers!

The kids go looking for you to the movies when they can't find you. Your obsession for cinema is one of the things you enjoy sharing a lot! His room is filled with pictures of you reading. He of course comes to you with his problems and well for that adventure bit... we know you won't have a shortage of it! <3

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⇢Who would you be best friends with in the marauders and stranger things universe?

What a great question! I feel like Sirius and I are basically the same person (the trauma too), and that makes me think the other marauders would like me too. I think my personality is very versatile and I could get along with more introverted people like Reggie (who my best friend of a literal decade kins). As for ST, Robin is the absolute love of my life! And I actually think we'd kick it off, with Steve and Eddie too (went through that Munson era and when S5 comes out I'll fall right back in)

⇢Who do you think you'd not get along at all with?

Girl when I tell you Lily Evans would absolutely hate my guts 😭 WORST THING IS I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY! I feel like we just don't match at all, very much contrast, a very 'you love it or you hate it' situation. Pandora too and ugh that hurts. I feel like I'm too loud and too much for her lovely, calm personality! But that's okay. For ST... I don't like kids. IM SORRY I JUST DON'T LIKE THEM! And that specific age El, Mike, Will, Dustin and Lucas are in just infuriates me. So yeah. Maybe only Will would like me and I would like him back just enough to be friends.