#eddie munsons hair

[briarberrythornedhart]

Summer Schooled

Contains: Reader has a crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie is bullied by jocks, Reader is not good at math, such fluff, touching Eddie Munson, pulling his hair a bit for a treat. My inspiration for this was a post I ADORED from ElegantPaperOperatorMaker and an experience I had in high school BUT with a happier ending.

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You flunked Algebra 2 and now you had to pay the piper.

You got dropped off outfront Hawkins High by the parental unit with a short lecture on “this is what you get when you don’t apply yourself” and “Don’t you want to get into a good college??” and such.

You tried to explain that it’s hard for you to focus in math classes, but this falls on unsympathetic ears. “Try harder.” is what you hear as the car zooms away.

You re-tighten your laces on your doc martens and grab your near empty backpack and shuffle into Hell.

You find your customary preferred seat at the back of the room, but not the back row - close to the door as you dare.

There are a few basketball jocks whose names you wish you didn’t know, a girl you recognize from your history class - you are not friends or even nodding acquaintances. The room is pretty empty.

But then He walks in.

Eddie Munson.

Oh-ho You know who he is. You know too much about Eddie Munson for your own good. You’ve spent whole lunch periods staring at his antics with your chin balanced on your hand and hearts in your eyes.

You’ve spoken 0 words to him, he’s smiled at you 3 times and everytime you embarrassed yourself in new and terrible ways.

1- Walking face first into a load bearing, flyer-covered column in the cafeteria.

2- Tripping on your own feet and falling with a small squeak sound to the gym floor.

3- Losing your courage at the last minute and pretending you weren’t heading for the Hellfire sign up table, veering away to the next table over - which is why you are now in the Debate Club.

Eddie smiles at you and this time you just smile back and keep still. You can’t do anything embarrassing if you sit still, right?

He sits in front of you.

This will NOT HELP You Pass Remedial Summer Algebra 2.

The teacher comes in and he’s probably got a lot of important information about the syllabus and how many ‘summatives’ you need to complete and mentions something about how he doesn’t believe in Hall Passes.

Dick.

But your attention is on the pretty brown curls spilling over broad leather-clad shoulders in front of you. His hands - particularly the one decorated with large silver rings - are restless, he’s tapping his pencil on the desk, he’s jiggling one leg in ripped denim - you can see his exposed knees through the torn holes.

The teacher - who is a hypocrite - goes to take a smoke break, and leaves the class unattended. He writes some equations on the board you are all supposed to solve or something. Do you care about the math shit?? no. No. no.

Eddie reaches - elbow up - to scratch his back roughly. And then goes back to writing in his notebook and then again - scratches his back. His fingers are just over the top of the Dio shirt patch he meticulously sewed to his jean jacket. He harumphs - you didn’t know anyone really Harrumphhed in real life. He’s still scratching some itch, he can’t seem to get to the source of the annoyance.

A jerk beside you - Chance Peterson pipes up “Whassamatter, Freak? Bedbugs at home?”

One of Chance’s dickbag freinds says “Nah, it’s fleas.”

Eddie flicks them both off, but otherwise, doesn’t respond. He must be used to this kind of thing.

They are still mocking him. None of their insults are particularly clever. Just that Eddie is poor and poor people are lesser and that sort of nonsense.

You reach your hand up and gently scratch the spot he seems unable to reach between his shoulder blades. He turns around in his seat fast - looking shocked or scared even - but you smile and pull back your hand. “Sorry - Want me to stop? Looked like you couldn’t reach...”

He huffs a laugh. Cocks his head. “Ummm... Pray continue, sweet lady?”

You lean forward - emboldened. “Maybe you should take off your jacket.”

“Okay??” He’s guarded. Cautious. Maybe he thinks you are fucking with him? But he does slip his jacket off his shoulders and exposes a tour t-shirt, it has dates down the back. Something about “Riding the Lighting”. You’d like to ride his lighting.

He watches you with his eyes narrowed until you reach forward and scratch between “17 Nov Poperince” and “20 Jan Buffalo NY��.

Eddie relaxes, looks forward, makes a little moan sound that sounds sweeter than any music you’ve ever heard. His head flops back and his hair covers your hand.

“Thank you, Y/N, Fuuuuck.... Your nails are great.”

He knows your name???!!!

“All better?” you ask. Kinda hoping the answer will be no.

“Can you go a little lower, slower, and a little harder?” He asks quietly. Shyly? You didn’t know Eddie could be shy...

“That’s what she said!” Chance chortles. But neither you nor Eddie seem to care.

You move his hair to one side - it’s soft as silk - and you scratch between Amsterdam and Austin, Tx. He leans forward - laying his head on his hands - so you sit up on your knees so you can reach to scratch down to Stockholm and Dallas. He’s making more of those hot noises. He’s going boneless under your fingers.

Chance is coughing “slut” and his basketball jock flunkie thinks that’s hilarious. But... you don’t care about that one bit when you’ve got Eddie’s entire attention. You tug on his hair to move it higher and he groans like he’s in the spiciest of late night movies.

The teacher returns. “What the heck is going on??! Y/N, If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, you should sit up front - c’mon - get up. Move up here.” He taps the worst seat in the house.

You gather up your things, your face feels like it’s on fire. This is absolutely the most embarrassed you’ve been in school but then Eddie says “nooooo, come back” softly and makes grabby hands at you as you walk by. Which makes you laugh a little.

“Edward Munson, I think you better focus on your work - it doesn't look like you’ve done anything but doodle these.... “ The teacher looks at Eddie’s notebook. “...Monsters?? since I left. Do you two even want to graduate?? You are wasting your time AND MINE.” The teacher is practically apoplectic. You still don’t know his name. He’s probably wondering if he has any recourse to punish you more - if he gives you summer school detention - he’s probably gonna be the one to oversee it and that’s punishment for him as much as you.

“I’m sorry. I’ll focus now.” You sit in your terrible front row seat and try to look serious and studious. He seems to calm down.

—

After class, Eddie is waiting out in the hallway. Leaning on the lockers and playing with a metal lighter… Waiting for you.

“Are youuuu busy like… now?” He asks. “Or later today? Or....”

Maybe this won’t be the worst summer ever...

[stevesjockstrap]

After he’d dragged him out of the Upside Down, gotten them all to the hospital and everything had settled down, Steve appointed himself Officiant of Eddie Munson’s hair.

Eddie couldn’t raise his arms for weeks, and the original state of it was a literal rat’s nest of debris, dirt and dried blood. Steve appeared unfazed by the black suds as he diligently scrubbed his fancy expensive shampoo into it while Eddie lay helpless in his hospital bed.

When Eddie could start moving around more, Steve would prop him up in bed and run his fingers through it, detangling his bed head curls.

He would pull it back from his face in a braid, tying his bandana around his bangs so he could focus on exercising with the physical therapists.

Only once had Eddie (mostly jokingly) offered to just shave his head to make things easier on him. Steve had scoffed and said, “Absolutely not.”

[briarberrythornedhart]

::Kicks feet::

Eddie's mid-speech, absently pulling his hair up off his sweaty neck to put up, when he sees Steve check out of the conversation, eyes drifting over his progress.

"What's up? You never seen a dude with a ponytail before?"

"Huh? No. I mean, yeah, maybe, but no, it's just..."

He gets up off his chair and, without a by-your-leave, takes Eddie's hair back down and starts carding his fingers through it. Eddie, seeing Jesus, Mary, and Joseph in that moment, says not a fucking word, just lets him do his thing.

"Huh."

"Hmm?" He manages despite the body-morphing, nerve-wracking, world-ending thing that's happening.

"I just never noticed... You've got real curls happening back here." He tugs on a strand, killing Eddie stone dead. "Not the Head & Shoulders and hot water fried stuff on top, like real, actual curls."

"Hey." He tries to drum up the right amount of offense but it's hard when his brain fled the scene thirty seconds earlier.

"Wonder if I could revive any of this," he mumbles to himself as he continues to catalog Eddie's hair situation. He's got the top half piled atop his head so he can study the 'good stuff' underneath at his leisure.

This might be the best day of Eddie's young life. Honestly, if he'd known Steve was interested in it this much, he would've pulled his hair half up years ago, showed off a little.

"Can I do a V05 hot oil treatment on you?"

"Baby, you can do whatever you want to me."

"What?"

"What?"

[sirsnacksalot]

Guys I might need to stop looking at Eddie Munson art. It's making me want long hair again

[rottensouldier]

something a little different today and my first piece cementing my years of steddie worship.

[arrowurboat]

when my favorite writers respond to my asks/reqs

[cringevalue]

steve is the principal of hawkins high, eddie is the art teacher, and the party are in their senior year. it's prom night.

steve: go see if the drinks are spiked

eddie: what

steve: go take sips of the drinks and tell me if any of them have alcohol in them

[eddie goes over and starts taking sips of the drinks]

max: what are you doing? aren't those for the students?

eddie: principal harrington is having me see if anyone put alcohol in them

max: oh. well. don't drink the lemonade, there's like, a /ton/ of vodka in it

eddie, eying max suspiciously: did you put vodka in it

max: no but i know who did

eddie: 🤨

max: twenty dollars and i'll tell you

[eddie sighs, digs his wallet out of his pocket, finds a twenty dollar bill, hands it to max. max stuffs it in the pocket of her dress]

max: it was mike

[eddie sighs again as max runs off. he fills a whole cup of lemonade and chugs it. there is no alcohol in it. he goes back over to steve]

eddie: no spiked drinks, but i'm down twenty dollars

steve: what

eddie: a student told me the lemonade was spiked and that they'd tell me who did it for cash. the lemonade was not spiked.

steve: was it max

eddie: do i have to answer

steve: you are so stupid, eddie munson

eddie: i thought principals weren't supposed to say stuff like that

steve: you are not a student, i am not obligated to treat you like one. therefore, you, edward james munson, are a big idiot.

eddie: that's not my middle name. you have my full government name on file and you're still getting it wrong

steve: edward pain in the ass munson 🙄

[jadewritesficshere]

Steddie soulmate AU where Eddie is a famous musician, everyone assumes he doesn't have a soulmate. Eddie was just smart and doesn't confirm, doesn't want to go through rabid fans who claim to be his soulmate. He's had too many show up wearing his initials they tattooed on themselves even before he was asked about soulmates in an interview.

Enter Steve Harrington who works as a nurse. Just casually on his third nightshift in a row in the ER. Sipping some coffee trying not to fall asleep when they get the call about some confidential patient coming in.

Eddie comes in for some injury. Steve has 0 clue who he is, just says "You look familiar, did we go to school together?" And Eddie practically falls off the stretcher at Steve's feet. Goes all googoo eyes at him. Steve being mildly concerned because Eddie's heart rate keeps skyrocketing (its because Steve is touching him).

One of the other nurses can't help but try and get the gossip from Steve, who is very much confused as to why she cares about this random patient. She tells Steve who Eddie is, and he's just like ???? Okay???

Steve doesn't admit it but the picture she shows is HOT. It's Eddie, flipping off the camera, tongue out. He's covered in tattoos, including the word 'sorry' written in a weird script on his middle finger. He's shirtless and his pants are so low that Steve can see the dip of his hips creating a v and-

Steve has to walk into the supply room to get himself under control. Pretends it doesn't mean anything and goes back to his job as his heart thuds rapidly in his chest.

Eddie tries not to pass out when they draw his blood, Steve holds his hand. It feels right. Eddie can't help wanting to ask," Hey, do you have a soulmate?" But he hates being asked that question, so he won't.

Until Steve bends over, his scrub top lifting up slightly. Eddie can't help glancing at his ass, but then he can't breathe. Because on his lower back is the initials EJM.

"Steve G. H?" Eddie asks as his voice goes up an octave. Steve turns, bewildered ," How did you-?" "Edward James Munson." Eddie whispers.

Oh

[starthecozy]

Kinktober prompt 16: aftercare / tattoos

After getting way too enthusiastic about Steve's new tattoo, Eddie is taking care of him with slow devotion (inprnt)

bonus: front view

[artaxlivs]

"You're pretty."

Scoffing, Steve rolls his eyes and leans to the side to give Eddie a quick kiss before going back to slicing strawberries. "I'm a hairy chested man. I can't be pretty"

"Put the knife down." Eddie demands, folding his arms across his chest and glaring at the knife until Steve puts it down and turns to lean against the counter, arms crossed to mimic Eddie's pose.

"Yes?"

"Steve. You're confused. The only reason you can't be pretty because it's not a big enough word for what you are. It has nothing to do with your chest hair or your muscles or how weak in the knees I feel when you swing your nail bat around."

"You're ridiculous," Steve laughs, pushing a hand through his hair and moving to go back to cutting.

Eddie stops him, serious faced, "No, I'm not. You're not pretty because beautiful is the word we use when there are no others. When we look at something and are filled with awe that this thing exists in a world where we are. Pretty is what I call you when I can't handle the idea of how absolutely beautiful you are."

Steve cheeks go pink and his bottom lip disappears between his teeth. He fidgets against the counter. With the tips of his fingers, Eddie tilts Steve's chin up so their eyes meet. This beautiful man who has no idea how pretty he is. Eddie feels incredibly lucky to be the one to convince him of that.

"When I look at you, yes, I see a man who has great hair and sexy muscles, an ass made for biting," Steve blushes and rolls his eyes but Eddie just grins and keeps going, "and yeah, I see a plush blanket of fur on his chest. All of which makes me what to jump his bones basically every time I see him. And yes, all of that is so pretty - but the real beauty of Steve Harrington is the set of his legs when he stands in front to protect us, the light in his eyes when those kids come to him for advice, the way he makes sure that everyone in his little family of miscreants never doubts that they are loved."

Cupping Steve's face, Eddie leans in, letting his own forehead rest against Steve's so he can breathe him in, "You are so fucking beautiful, Steve Harrington."

[paperbackribs]

[morganbritton132]

Steve and Argyle hang out alone together for the first time because all their friends are busy. The next day when they separately talk about the night to their friends, everybody thinks they fucked.

To be clear, they didn’t.

They watched a bad movie, ate pizza with weird toppings, got high, and then fell asleep listening to music in Steve’s room. That’s all.

But when Robin asks about how the night went, Steve is just like, “Oh, yeah. Argyle is great. Love that guy. He’s insane in bed though. It’s crazy.”

And he’s like specifically talking about the one time he woke up during the night and saw Argyle asleep in the most uncomfortable position Steve has ever seen. He fully looked like a corpse at the bottom of a staircase.

He doesn’t explain that that’s what he’s talking about because a customer comes into the store and Robin is too shocked to ask, so now she thinks they’re hooking up. She tells Nancy about it.

Argyle does not help the miscommunication at all because when Jonathan cracks a joke about Steve being the worst, he says ‘nah.’ He thinks Steve is pretty epic in the bedroom (sleeping) because he can ‘rock the bed’ (by snoring). Then goes on about Steve’s morning breath.

Jonathan does not know why this pisses him off so much. Eddie, on the other hand, knows exactly why he’s annoyed by it.

[sphynxratedr]

A little sunburnt

My commissions are open!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Set after s2. . .in the cafeteria:

Asshole jock: Hey, Harrington, you might want to get your moles checked. . .I think you might be turning into a witch! *laughs*

Steve: And if you're not careful, your dick will get smaller if you take any more steriods. . . Oop, too late. . .and really witch jokes? That's the best you can come up with? You know, if you're going to try and insult me, at least come up with something creative. . .well?. . . I'm waiting. . .

Jock:

Steve: Yeah, that's what I thought. . .You know what witches have that you don't? . . . Fucking magic. . . I can't believe you thought that was an insult.

Eddie: *who witnessed the entire thing* Fuck me.

[briarberrythornedhart]

I love this for him

hi hello i’m thinking about eddie who has no idea how to take care of his curls and that you’re supposed to thin your hair every six months or they start getting incredibly heavy (he also doesn’t really have the money for a thorough haircut) and he complains about neck pain from wearing his hair in a ponytail and that his hair just looks incredibly frizzy and unkempt no matter how often he washes it and then you take him to get his hair done at a salon and he leaves and his hair feels a million times lighter and he spends the night swooshing his hair around and boinging the curls because his curls have never looked that good in his life

[theohohmoment]

I'm going to say something wildly controversial.

*Deep breath*

Eddie Munson does not have soft curly hair.

Now, if your head canon or fanon has Eddie with soft curly hair, you have my full support. Feel free to have Steve Harrington running his fingers through soft brown curls.

BUT

Eddie Munson was a trailer park drug dealing metalhead in the 80s. Chances are he washed his hair with a bar of soap or the cheapest driest shampoo and never went near conditioner, and that was on purpose, he wanted his hair big and wild. He'd follow up with drying his hair upside down, scrunching it up to get some curls, sticking hair gel through the roots, back combing it, and then finally using a stupid amount of hair spray.

His hair would be big and mad and metal.

He probably hacked crazy layers into it with some old kitchen scissors over the trailer sink, driving Wayne up the wall. He was probably banned from lighting up a cigarette for half an hour after finishing his haircare routine due to the amount of hair spray.

And I honestly think that would work so well in fics. Imagine Dustin trying out the Eddie Munson hair routine like he did with Steve's for the snowball dance and Steve's reaction "I said 4 pumps Henderson!" "It's called being metal Steve, duh" or Steve seeing Eddie's actual flat/silky/lightly curled hair for the first time after his first post-upside down shower and getting heart palpations or Eddie convincing Steve to do each other's hair routines and Steve freaking out at the tangles from teasing it.

I just think authentically metal haired Eddie is something we need more of, that's all.