#so imagine his surprise to learn that not only was he right but also munson is now a country musician???

[inthewychelm]

wait, has anyone done eddie leaving hawkins after the events of season4, be it government pressure or just hightails it bc fuck hawkins, but like instead of going to the city(chicago or indianapolis) or out west to make it big, no he goes south, back to tennessee, he ends up making the right connections with producers and such and eventually makes it big as a musician/songwriter except the party never finds out because he's working under a pseudonym And in a totally different genre (im learning towards folk/bluegrass)

anyway this specific blorbo thought was brought to you by "who will sing for me" by the stanley brothers playing at work a lot recently

[steddieasitgoes]

Steve and Robin have spent most of their shifts at Family Video, whispering and giving each other suggestive glances whenever a pretty girl walks through the door. Steve used to hate it whenever Tommy H. made him do stuff like this, but it's different with Robin. Less about objectifying and more about admiring a woman's beauty — at least, that's what Robin tells him when he brings it up one day. 

With his conscious clean, he leans into it, and the two have so much fun silently staring at pretty girls. They learn that they have pretty much the same taste in women — minus Tammy Thompson — which isn't surprising considering they share just about everything in common. 

And while it's fun sharing glances and watching each other blush red when the cute girl gives one of them more attention, Steve also wishes he had someone who would do that with him when he spots a cute guy in the mix. Steve tried to bring it up to Robin once, but she wasn't having it. 

"Stevie," she leveled. "All I see is a faceless blurb that smells too much like pine. You're the only guy for me." 

So, he let it go. 

- 

Eddie and Gareth have a similar game they play whenever they drive out to Indy. Gareth is usually the one to point out a petite blonde walking in their favorite record shop. If she heads to the metal section, Eddie can make a move. If it's anything else, Gareth gets to try. 

Nine times out of 10, it's Gareth who flirts his way to a phone number. 

Not that Eddie minds. 

He has just as much fun watching his friend hopelessly flirt while casually checking out the guys who wander in the record store. 

Gareth always gives him a friendly nudge whenever he notices Eddie staring too long at the back of some guy's short haircut, but it's not the same as the gentle ribbing they give each other when a cute girl walks in. 

Gareth isn't into guys like he is, and that's fine.

But sometimes Eddie wishes he had someone to compare his taste in men with. 

- 

When Steve and Eddie realize they're both bisexual, they rejoice. Finally, they have someone to play their silly games with.

 Except, it doesn't go at all like they'd except. 

See, Steve and Eddie are both so used to having friends share their tastes in women that they don't even consider the fact that they might have different taste in men. 

But they do.

They're hanging out in the lobby of the Hawkins Theater, waiting for the kids to finish getting their snacks, when Steve sees him. A guy with disheveled auburn hair and a black denim jacket cuffed at the sleeves with random patches on it. He's got a blue bandana tied around his forearm and bulky black boots. 

"He's cute right?" Steve asks, nodding his head toward the guy in question. 

Eddie scoffs. Scrunches up his nose like he's just smelt the worst smell imaginable and turns towards Steve. "You're kidding me, right Stevie? That dude is a grade-a-punk! A wannabe one at that! I bet he smells like cheap cigarettes and hasn't washed his hair in days." 

"You smell like cheap cigarettes and don't wash your hair every day," Steve says, rolling his eyes at Eddie's outburst. 

"Yeah, but I'm also broke. That guys doing it for the stupid aesthetic." 

Steve scoffs and lets his eyes follow the guy until he disappears inside one of the theaters. 

"Alright then, what's your type, Munson?" 

Eddie hums and takes a moment to scan the crowded theater and the stops. When he turns toward Steve, he's sporting a giant grin. 

"Guy. Six o'clock. By the butter dispenser." 

Steve slowly turns around and nearly buckles at the knee when he spots the guy in question. 

Short hair, combed back so every strand of hair is in place. He's got on a letterman jacket from one of the neighboring schools, crisp white shoes, and his left hand is tucked into the jean pocket of who he assumes to be his girlfriend. 

"Him?" Steve chokes. "But he's so…" 

"Pretty?" 

"Jock-ish!" Steve supplies instead. "I thought you hated jocks!"

"I hate what they represent," Eddie says, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He tears his eyes away from the guy and stares right at Steve. "But I can't help it if they have a cute face that's begging to be corrupted." 

It isn't until days later when Steve and Eddie are both complaining to their best friends, do they realize that having different tastes might not be such a bad thing. 

Especially when their taste in men is each other.

[ladykailitha]

Batshit Soulmates Part 2

Yay! More soulmates!!!

In this Eddie has nothing but time to think while Steve tries to outrun his problems and runs into new ones.

In Medias Res| Prologue|Pt 1|

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

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Eddie waited until he heard the sound the maroon BMW fade into the distance before he broke down and sobbed. He wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact that his sheep were involved with whatever the hell happened to Chrissy or the fact that Vecna was real. He couldn’t have imagined finding your soulmate in a worse way then an actual fucking battefield.

Was Eddie surprised his soulmate was a boy? No. He had figured out pretty quick that it was all boys for him. Felt a little bad for Steve through, must have come as shock. Because let’s be fair, Eddie was pretty shocked, too. Of all the dudes in all the world, the universe picked the most diametrically opposed human on the fucking planet.

He didn’t hate Steve or anything. Steve tended to leave the Hellfire Club and its members alone and would stop Tommy and his ilk from harassing them, too. Which made more sense once Eddie had met Dustin, Mike, and Lucas. Those three never shut up about him really. To Dustin he was the old brother he always wanted. To Lucas he was a mentor. To Mike? Hilariously, when Mike was around Dustin and Lucas, he would roll his eyes and sigh dramatically whenever Steve was brought up.

When they weren’t around? Mike talked about the dude in hushed, reverent tones. Mike had an even bigger case of hero worship then the other two put together. But he was also a bitchy teen, so he hid it better then the others.

Eddie had scoffed at their depictions the first time he heard them, but the more they repeated it, the less it began to sound like they were telling tall tales, and more like they actually had a huge amount of respect for Steve. Which really didn’t gel well with the Munson Doctrine.

Jock=bad, rich=bad, popular with girls=bad, added all up together and you get a douche of the highest order. But even though Eddie had threatened to cut his throat Steve had still wanted to help him. Eddie wasn’t sure if their places were reversed that he wouldn’t have thrown Steve off and told him where to stick it. Soulmate or not.

But Steve had stayed. Either the man was a sap or maybe Dustin and them were right about him.

Eddie sighed. Well, he supposed only time would tell which one it was. As much as his inner cynic was screaming that Steve would give up. That he would learn that loving him was too hard and walk away. Leave Eddie to deal with murder charges and monsters. Another part of him was telling him that Steve wouldn’t do that. That Steve never back down from a fight no matter how much a losing battle it was. That loving Eddie was easier than fighting bullies and apparently monsters.

He knew realistically that Steve was a better soulmate then a lot of people got, but seriously whatever immortal asshole up there making the decisions had to have a sick sense of humor. The only things the two of them had in common was their height and their eye color and even that was slightly off. Oh all right, maybe their love three little freshmen dorks.

Protectors. Steve and him were both protectors. They had that too. Eddie could see it his eyes that he was more worried about Eddie would do the rest of them if Eddie actually went through with it. Not that he was going to. He had been trying to. He wanted to so bad. Steve stood in the place of all those people that had hurt Eddie his whole life. His dad. Bullies. Teachers.

Eddie was given an chance to become who they all thought he was. A murderer. He couldn’t tell if it was the look in Steve’s eyes that stayed his hand, or the burning on his arm, or if he just wasn’t built to kill. That he was more like his gentle Uncle Wayne then the violent Al Munson. Maybe it was combination of all three.

The sad (?) thing was, that Eddie could see himself next to Steve’s side. In fact it was too damn easy to imagine. He could feel the rightness of it, even if every other part of him scream at the injustice of it. The King and the Freak. But maybe that wasn’t what the universe saw. Maybe it saw two lonely boys that fit better than it looked on the surface.

After all, wasn’t that what Eddie himself had been preaching for years. That too many people only saw what they wanted to see and not dare to get to know people before making a judgment.

He preferred the easy charm of captain Steve Harrington over the hard nosed oneupmanship of Billy Hargrove and fierce competitiveness of Jason Carver any day. It was only after Steve’s fall from grace that he had even began targeting the basketball team in the first place. Both Billy and Jason would get mad and try and start something with Eddie.

Steve though? Steve would smirk and turn away. Like Eddie was funny and not a freak. And maybe Eddie targeted Steve just to see him smile and smirk. But the only people who knew that was him and Wayne. And he intended to keep it that way.

In fact, Eddie thought straightening up, the more he thought about how Steve actually acted in school the more he realized that Steve was actually a pretty chill dude.

Oh.

Maybe he needed to have a heart to heart with the universe about the Munson doctrine. Because if that was wrong, what else had Eddie gotten wrong?

His stomach growled. He bit his lip nervously and looked up at the house. He wasn’t sure if he could risk going up to the house again, not at night anyway. He was going to have to wait until tomorrow to see if he could at least make something to eat.

Maybe he should have asked them to bring something to do while he hid out. He was starting to get bored out his mind.

There was nothing for it, all Eddie could do right now is sleep and hope his soulmate was the natural caretaker all his sheep said he was.

He carefully rearranged the tarp so that it would be easy to pull back over him once he was in the boat and stepped gingerly into it. He got settled and pulled the tarp back over himself, letting the lapping water against the boat lull him to sleep.

*

Steve would like to say that the nap did him good and that he felt refreshed and ready to take on...what did Dustin and Eddie call him? Vickie? No, that was Robin’s crush. Vacuum? He snorted. Definitely not that. Evil wizard dude. He would like to say he felt refreshed to tackle the wizard dude, but the food he ate made him queasy and it made for a fitful sleep.

He opened his wallet and looked to see how much cash he had on hand. It should be enough to get Eddie some food and drink. Eddie had been fairing well enough, but he could use something a bit more substantial. He took out five bucks for gas and shoved it in his top drawer.

Steve looked at the time and groaned. It was too late to go to sleep, but too early to be awake. He shouldn’t have tried napping that late in the evening but this whole thing with the Upside Down being back, no Hopper, no El and even if they did have her, no powers. They had to rely on him. Well, Nancy mostly.

He would gladly relinquish control over to her, if he was being honest.

Steve pulled up his sleeve and rubbed the soulmark thoughtfully. It still glowed a dark sickening red, almost blood like it’s shade. It seemed to thrum beneath his skin like a melody he couldn’t quite make out. It comforted him. He just hoped it comforted Eddie, too.

He looked out at the dark sky that was hours away from dawn. He got changed into a pair of shirts and a swim team t-shirt. It was going to cold out there, but it wouldn’t matter for long. He changed his socks and pulled on a pair of running shoes.

He grabbed his keys and locked the door behind him. He stretched out on his front lawn in the putrid light of the street lamp. Once he was satisfied that he was warmed up enough not to pull a muscle, he started down the road. At first it was gentle lop, not quite a jog, but soon he was running as hard as he could toward the horizon, chasing a dream that he knew he would never be able to keep.

Steve ran until his lungs burned, his muscles ached, and his cheeks were flushed and sweaty from the exertion. He looked up to find that he had somehow ran all the way to the trail park. It had long since been cleared of police and looked more worn and depressing in their wake. Maybe it was the tragedy that clung to every rock of gravel, every concrete walkway, every panel and tin roof.

“Hey, loser,” Max said from her front step. “Can’t sleep either?”

Steve turned and panted, his hands on his knees as he fought for breath. “Yeah, yeah. What’s got you up before the asscrack of dawn? My excuse is that I’m a barely reformed jock.”

Max opened her mouth to answer but closed it again. She just shook her head. Steve turned to look at the roped off trailer that had been Eddie’s home, before he trotted over to her.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” he asked in hushed tone.

Max nodded. She looked down at her worn out shoes, scuffing the side of her right one on the gravel in front of her. “I hate that you and me only found our soulmates because the Upside Down happened.”

Steve hummed in agreement. “I didn’t even think it would be a boy. Never even crossed my mind. Maybe if it had, I would have realized sooner that it was Eddie.”

The silence stretched on between them as around them the sky began to lighten and the trailer park came to life.

She picked at her nails. “I don’t want anything to happen to him.”

“Lucas?” Steve asked, twisting his neck to try and get a better look at her.

She nodded again, refusing to look him in the eye. “I think bad things just happen around me. Maybe I’m cursed.”

Steve snorted. “This town is cursed. But it’s not good what happened to Chrissy. You know who would be able to figure this all out?”

“Nancy?” Max asked.

Steve ruffled her hair. “Right in one. But first I have a soulmate that needs food and I’ll be damned if I let him starve while on the lam for something he didn’t do.”

Max pushed at him. “Don’t say shit like ‘on the lam’, what are you fifty?”

Steve just shook his head. He got to his feet. “I’m going to go home and shower. Then I’ll pick up yesterday’s rogue gallery and we’ll go shopping. I’ve got enough to cover at least a couple of days worth of food for the guy.”

She nodded. “I am sorry, Steve, that he got dragged into this mess, but isn’t it better that he knows? Because then you don’t have to lie to him?”

He sighed. “Is better that he knows? Sure. But it’s not good.”

Max scoffed. “Nothing in this town ever is.”

Ain’t that the truth, Steve thought bitterly. He just waved his hand at her and started back down the road, back to Loch Nora.

****

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

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[sugarsfics]

Prom

Summary: Eddie doesn’t do prom but you do. So he shouldn't be mad that someone else asked you out right? 

A/N: Edit of Eddie at Prom is from @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Trope: Eddie x reader; Friends to lovers 

Warning: Tiny hurt a lot of comfort, cussing, bad writing, metion of drug, kissing,  

Word count: 2.0k 

Prom…..You love prom, well the idea of it you've never been to one, getting dressed up being a prettier version of yourself, and dancing all night with your friends. Ever since you learned what prom was you fantasized about it,in sixth grade you watch your sister go to prom. You have a tight bond with your sister you tell her everything and vice versa, she knows about your crush, she is currently pursuing her dreams of being a fashion designer so sadly she will not be able to see you or help you get ready for prom like you did her. You went dress shopping with her, watched her do her makeup, getting in the car with her date, you begged you parents to let you stay up till she came home you wanted to hear very detail of her night. You hung on to every word, imagining yourself in her shoes. You dream of that moment. It was finally prom season, your senior prom, you only wanted to go with one person Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson, the man you have been crushing on since he moved to Hawkins. He was your dream boy, your fantasy man, you had Kirk Hammett, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Slash poster all over your wall Eddie fit right into your type. But you never knew his type he never spoke about girls, other than a fair maiden in his campaign that sounded a little too much like you but you are not going to feed into your delusions. But he makes it very clear on how he feels about couples and prom especially prom. The couples thing you kinda understand the making out in the halls, the overly saying I love you too the point it has no meaning, the list could go on. But with prom he hated everything about it the dressing, overly expensive ticket, the dancing, the music, being in a place with people that he hated, so you weren’t surprised to his answer to Jeff’s question.

“Ahh prom time again” he said while looking at all the posters advertising it in the hallway “Did you buy your ticket Eddie” he gave Jeff a glare “Hell no why would I waste my so little money I have on that” the boys laugh with Eddie “Well I did” you exclaimed. There heads snapped fast “What” “Yeah I brought my ticket like the first day tickets went on sale” you beamed “Why would you do that” Eddie said “I unlike you I want to go to prom so I am going and bought my ticket “Oh thank god I bought me one too” Joe added. Joe was new to the school he fit right in with you guys. He had brown eyes, light brown curly hair on the shorter side, he was cute but he wasn’t Eddie. “At least I won’t be alone now” you laugh, not aware of Eddie’s stare at the interaction. “Maybe we can go together like a date” Joe said Date you are going to have a date to prom. You face light up as Eddie’s fell “Yes I would love that”

Hellfire club had a spoken unspoken rule no one can date you. Why? Eddie Munson has the biggest crush on you but won’t say it. All the boys knew about Eddie’s crush, Eddie didn’t tell them, it was obvious. He would stare at you when talking, he made a seating chart for the lunch table an DnD having you right next to him, you were the only one aloud to touch his music, your taste in music help a lot with that one. So about a year ago you and Eddie were both in lunch detention when the boys made the rule, also thinking of ways to get you guys together. All the boys knew except Joe he was late to the group now Eddie is staring at him wishing Joe’s head would explode.

Eddie came to lunch the next day flabbergasted, Joe was sitting next to you he shouldn't be there he should be on the other side next to mike at the end, he place him there for a reason for he wouldn’t be anywhere near his girl, you, he means you, not really. “Um what are you doing” he asked “Oh hi Eddie” you chirped with a smile, he loved your smile, “We were just discussing prom and didn’t want to do it shouting across the table” “Well my sweet y/n there are rules and a seating chart so” he slowly turned to Joe “Get going to your seat” you looked at Joe apologetically “It’s fine we can just meet up later” “Oh yeah duh I forgot we could see each other outside of school” you joked. What have I done Eddie thought now they are going to hang out after school alone.

Eddie was moody well moodier then normal when Friday came around, tomorrow was prom he knew by Monday that would be the talk of the school, between you and Joe. You and Joe, he hated the thought of you too together making memories what if you kiss tomorrow night, what if you start liking Joe, what if you walked in hand in hand with Joe Monday morning all because he didn’t tell you, his feelings. He knew how much you like prom he loved watching your eyes lit up when talking about it he wanted to take you. When you said you bought your ticket, he was going nonchalantly say something along the lines of “I will go since you are going to be lonely” but stupid Joe bet him to it. When he sat down at lunch, he couldn’t help but smile at your excitement. You looked like a little puppy full of energy waiting to go outside, he wished you were that excited because of him.

You woke up to your sister jumping on your bed “Wake up little girl it’s prom time” You jumped out of bed and hugged your sister. “You came” “How could I miss you big day, the day you have been dreaming about forever” you blushed “Ohh shush not forever” yes, yes you have. “Now let’s go eat my made breakfast then we can start on your hair” she squealed grabbed your hand then you both ran downstairs click you have been blinded by the flash “Ay mom” “Sorry miha but you know about me and my pictures” “But I'm just getting up” “And you are holding hands with your sister so picture moment” she sassed “Now come and sit” After breakfast your sister got to work with you hair. She curled it and put it into a low half up after down style with a black bow to match your dress. Your dress was a beautiful black dress, it was a mid-length black sparky tulle with bows on the shoulder, you paired it with some black flats you really wanted to wear heels, but you can’t walk let alone dance in them. You did your makeup, nice sharp black eyeliner, with some black on the water line, a nice matte dark red color. It was perfect.

Eddie was stressing out, the hellfire club was over, he told them that they would do a one-shot, but he just wasn’t in the game. He got up and went to the bathroom when uncle Wayne walked out “Is that boy still in a funk” “Yep” said Jeff “We need to find out why” “Oh we know” then Eddie walked out and all eyes were on him “What” “Eddie” Gareth started “You should go” “Are you kicking me out my own house” “No you should go to prom” “There is no way I am going” “What up with prom” Wayne asked “Nothing I’m not going” “Say where is Y/N” Wayne said “At her house getting ready for stupid prom probably all dolled up and gorgeous for stupid Joe” he growled Wayne gave a knowing look “Ah I see are you sure you don’t want to go the prom” “Yes I'm sure I am not going unless it is with Y/N-” he eyes got wide did he just say that out loud. The boys laugh "FINALLY" "Finally what do you mean finally" “We will explain later but now we have to get you too prom”Dustin said “But-” “No buts" Wayne cut in "you are going to get the girl” They quickly ran around the house trying to find nice clothes for Eddie the found a black button up, a pair of none ripped jeans, and one of Wayne black blazers, he fixed his hair to look tamed and was out the door. Now he had to go to your place and find a way into prom.

Joe got there in a black and white tuxedo, a little basic tbh, your mom snapped her pictures then you headed toward the car he was driving you there. The ride was quiet low music playing your mind wondered imaging Eddie being in Joe’s position, but no. Eddie was driving like a maniac to your house, he got there then ran to your doorsteps and knocked, your sister answered “Hey? Can I help you” “Hi” he said out of breath “Is- um- is y/n here” “No she just left” “shit” he said under his breath “Your Eddie aren’t you” Yeah why” “Just wondering” she said with a smirk she was definitely telling you this tonight. He ran back to the van and sped out the driveway to the school. He parked in the back that was close to the exit of the gym. He waited a good 5 long minutes till someone opened the back door, Robin. “Hurry in loser” “How did you know” “Dustin told me.” He was about to reply that he saw you, you looked like a fallen angel so perfect then Joe came into view, and he rolled his eyes. “Go get her” Robin said as she pushed him. You made eye contact Eddie you mouthed. Eddie jogged to you “Hey fancy seeing you guys here” “Eddie what are you doing here” “Listen we need to talk” “And it couldn’t wait till after” “Nope” he dragged up away “Eddie what is-” “Please before you date Joe listen to me” “Date Joe? Why would I date Joe?” “Because you like him right I mean he is your date to prom so” “I don’t like him like that” “Then why are you his date” “Were you going to ask me and be mine” “Yes” “See I- wait what” “Yes I was, I was going to ask you literally at the same moment that Joe did but he speak 2 seconds before those 2 seconds have been haunting me since then” Eddie wanted to take you to prom “Wow I- Wow" “I know you probably would have said no so maybe it was a good thing-” Eddie felt your lips on his he melted into the kiss your lips were so soft. You ended the kiss and giggled when Eddie chased after your lips “I would have said yes if that wasn’t proof enough” he smirked “I think I need more proof” he grabbed your waist and pulled you in but then a cough interrupted, you both turn to see Joe “Joe I am sorry” “Its ok I had a feeling this would happen” “Listen I-” “Y/n its fine we came as friends it is very obvious about you too I swear I thought you guys were dating when I first met you” “Oh” you blushed “Have fun Y/n, Eddie treat her well” “You know I will” he teased and winked at you. "Oh I sorry Eddie my lips left a stain let me-" "No" he grabbed your hands "I want everyone to know I kiss the prettiest girl in Hawkins" Eddie danced with you all night. He bribes them with $20 and some weed to play some Metallica. The night ended with Eddie driving you home, kissing you on your doorstep “Until tomorrow my queen” he bowed and kiss you hand “Tomorrow” you questioned “What is tomorrow” “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you we have a date” He got into his van and watch you walk in before going into the living finding your sister on the couch waiting for you “Tell me everything”

[sweet-villain]

She~ Joseph Quinn 

katberk asked:

Got another one for you whenever you have time cause your writing is just keeping me going! ❤️ Love you lots!!!

In an interview Joseph talks about how his wife who also plays his love interest taught him how to play Master of Puppets for season 4

Just imagine him gushing

Author's Note : Aw, you're the sweetest, love you too lovely <3

Joseph watches as you dance around the kitchen in his shirt and some sweats holding a spatula. He was in awe of your beauty and can't believe he had found his person.

You two met on the set of Stranger Things, you played as Eddie Munson love interest and Robin Buckley's sister. From the moment that Joe had set his eyes on you, he was smitten. He had to have you.

" Hi I'm Y/N, you're Joseph right? he remembers the sound of your voice the first time you spoken to him. He nods with a smile on his face, but continues causing you to giggle. He blushed, feeling embarrassed.

" That's me, but call me Joe" when you shook his hand, you looked at it as if it was out of ordinary to shake hands. He waited but instead gasped as you pulled him into a hug.

" Hugs are more my style" Joe had the biggest smile since then and you were the reason behind it.

" Joe?" you called out to him bringing out of his thoughts, he made a" mhm" sound causing you to giggle. It was like the first day you met him and he heard that giggle. His favorite sound, " can you get the plates?" he nodded his head heading over the kitchen cabinet and taking out two white plates setting them besides you. He made his way behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist putting his head on your shoulder.

Hugging you from behind was one of his favorite things.

You looked at him over his shoulder as he had his eyes closed, his hands on your hips feeling the softness of your skin and a smile on his face that you loved so much whenever you saw it. His brown eyes opened just in time to see you staring at him, " What is it lovely?" he asks, squeezing your hips and playfully bumping his hips against your ass.

" Nothing Joe, you're just beautiful" he hide his face in your shoulder feeling the redness of his cheeks hearing the compliment.

" Thank you, sweetheart but your beauty is nothing compared to silly me" you smiled, setting the food on the plate as your hand reached for his on your hips. You raised it to your lips, kissing his finger tips.

" Go eat, lover boy. You have an interview to get to soon" you offered his plate to him, he thanked you with a kiss on your nose as he took it happily walking to the table. There was a little bop to his step making some of his curls bounce.

=

You were writing things to get from the grocery store in your notebook when you heard him being asked about you.

" Y/N is my wonder woman, my little fire cracker" you chuckled at the new nickname. He calls you that only because of the adventurous side you had, always planing to go somewhere and getting ideas which Joseph loved.

" She is out of this world, and any lucky person to be in her life as I am, is the luckiest person to have such a treasure as her. She's the funniest, prettiest, smartest, creativity is out of this world" he laughs, one of your favorite sounds continue to listen, " such a great listener, we always have fun wherever we go, she make me at easy, she is patient, loving and caring. Her personality is one of the best"

He continues to talk about you gushing how over the moon in love with you he is and then you smirk hearing him talk about the solo he had playing " Master Of Puppets" in Stranger Things.

" I haven't been playing much, but this time for my character I had to learn this song and Y/N was the whole reason behind it. She taught me how to play. When I first saw her play her guitar and on set, she had surprised everyone how well she played, it was magic and I couldn't wrap my mind that this is the woman that I was going to marry one day"

Your mouth dropped open hearing that he was going to marry you one day. Stomach filled with butterflies hearing him talk about you in a way filled with nothing but love.

You love this man so much.

" When I met Metallica, I brought her along and the way she was gushing about how they were her inspiration to learning the guitar, made me happier than I ever been. Listening to her talk, sharing stories and telling me her favorite moments and things, is always one of many things I love about her. She is an extraordinary woman"

You set the notebook down covering your mouth as your heart fluttered. He was gushing about you and could never have enough of you. Yes you were totally going to marry this man and have his babies.

" Every scene I did with her on set will always be my favorite, it will always be Eddie and Y/C/N ( your character's name). You can just tell we had the best chemistry from the start. Even the rest of the cast kept asking if this was my person. I told them it was. She always will be"

You had made up your mind when you were going to see him, you had been dating him for a couple of months and couldn't wait to call him your husband. You were going to ask him and beat him to it. You had to.

" Jamie even told me that if I didn't marry her soon, he would take my place" he laughed. You giggled shaking your head. Jamie's friendship with Joe is one of your favorite things. Those two teased the fans so much and you loved every minute of it.

Jamie always joked that you would share Joseph with him since the beginning of their friendship.

" as long as I get him Mondays- Friday's, he is all yours" you joked to him and he agreed, laughing with you.

When the interview had finished, Joe walked out the door and stopped seeing you. His cheeks were red, and he looked at the ground thinking you heard him gush about you.

" Did you hear all of that?" he points behind him at the room. You giggled, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around him.

" I did, you are so whipped" He laughed, shaking his head leaning his forehead on yours. " So what if I am? You're all mine, sweetheart"

" I am" you kiss his cheek but pulled away to look him in those beautiful brown eyes.

" Marry me?" you asked, his mouth a jar as he cupped your face with both his hands. " Are you serious?" you nod.

" Oh sweetheart, you know I will say yes but let me do it properly. I wanna ask you" a pout appears on your lips as you playfully whine. He pokes your nose and then kisses it, " Please let me do it."

You nod agreeing him, but playfully joked, " I mean if not soon, Jamie might beat you to it."

Joseph laughs, shaking his head. " He wishes"

[girlblogger666]

Billy and Chrissy being besties

An: i can see it happening tbh!! Hope u guys enjoy these headcanons! ✨🫶🏻

Okay so the second Billy started his semester at Hawkins High, he’d fit right in with the populars

Chrissy being one of them cuz she’s been a cheerleader since freshman year

She’d also be extremely intrigued by Billy but that’s also bc she finds him just a teeny bit attractive

That’s a lie tho, hes literally her type

Curly hair, leather jacket, bad boy personality, but she’s with Jason…..and hes different

So it’s no surprise that Billy could sense her nervousness around him whenever he’d hang around her squad and that leads to him saying

“Let me drive you home, you live near me, no?”

So she lets him and on their little drive home she learns he actually has a great taste in music and hes funny

They’d start to hangout more and learn more about each other, especially their trauma and stuff :(((

“We’re just two messed up souls, aren’t we?” Billy would say to lighten the sad mood

I think Jason would start to suspect something bc he’s such a jealous dude and Chrissys like “nope, just friends”

Which is true because Billy has his eye on someone ;) and Chrissy can’t rlly picture him with her and she has Jason

That quickly changes though during one lunch period when Billy and Chrissy are sitting outside together

Sometimes Billy can only handle so much of all the jocks, so he always invites Chrissy to sit out with him

So when Chrissy picks at her barely eaten food because she’s so distracted by the group of “freaks” sitting across them more specifically the long haired one, Billy senses what’s up

“I knew it,” he’d bring her back to their little reality

“Knew what??” Her face would grow as red as a tomato, trying her hardest to remain stern

“Munson,” his face grows wide along with his devilish grin, “you have the hots for Eddie fuckin’ Munson”

Chrissy would deny deny deny as best as she can but if Billy knows then it’s super obvious

Billy finds it hilarious that the head cheerleader would be crushing on someone like Eddie

Chrissys his pal tho and if that’s who she chooses to like, then why should he care

He’d tease her by saying “instead of buying drugs from him, I’m just gonna tell him that you’ve been hopelessly in love with him since middle school”

“Do that and I’ll slash the tires on your precious Camaro”

Chrissy didn’t have the best grades (her student file!!) and I can imagine Billy didn’t either, so the two of them would start studying together bc they rlly wanna graduate

Billy would sometimes bring her over to study at his place and there Max would see the two of them

Chrissy waving at Max who shyly waves back bc she doesn’t know if that’s Billy’s friend or girlfriend

Chrissy giving Billy relationship advice

In return, Billy gives Chrissy his mixtape bc he listens to the same stuff as Eddie

Billy and Chrissy secretly heading to the hideout to watch Eddie’s band and running out as soon as he notices them

During the summer, Billy would get her a job as a lifeguard and she’d befriend Heather as well

The three of them staying out late after the pool is closed and when Heather leaves, Billy and Chrissy just talk

She asks him about what to do with Jason and he gives her the most honest advice he can

I think he’d be tender with her and that would start motivating him to be kinder to his sister because he treats Chrissy more like a sister than he’d like to admit

I’m all for Billy and Chrissy bettering themselves

Tysm for reading babies <3333

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Piece by Piece: Halfway Happy

I’m just posting the fic here instead of the former link because god, mobile Tumblr hates me. 

Fandom: Stranger Things Rating: T (for now, huehuehue) Pairing: Steddie Category: Established relationship, trauma, healing, domestic fluff  Series summary: Healing doesn't happen at once, it is like a puzzle, a mozaic, piece by piece. Steve excels at shoving those broken pieces under the nearest carpet and pretending they don't exist. Eddie excels at finding them and returning them to Steve, glued back together. A series of standalone moments from Steve and Eddie's relationship and how Steve learns to be cared for. Chapter 1 summary: Steve collects responsibilities like stupid porcelain figurines and his most recent one is fixing Eddie’s eating habits. Eddie hates being told what to do, but maybe, just maybe there could be a potential compromise. 

You can also read it HERE.

You will see a lot of parentheses in this fic. The reason? The POV is Eddie's and I see him as a guy whose ideas have a mind of their own and he has to chase and redirect them at least once or twice a sentence. I hope you understand and forgive me. I swear it's intentional.

This will have multiple chapters (M rating for the future ones), most of them standalone, but tying into the topic of Steve's tendency to carry all the weight of the world on his shoulders and Eddie's disregard for his own safety and well-being.

Anyway.

Chapter 1: Halfway Happy

This isn't right. Why does he feel responsible for this again?

Eddie really should have noticed some signs sooner, but that was the thing with Steve Harrington. He had many talents, some more surprising than others, but sneakiness and being inconspicuous with his feelings weren't exactly among those (perhaps because Steve didn't know what "inconspicuous" means. Big words and all that). He was almost painfully honest and transparent, which - and past Eddie would have gagged for only thinking this - made him a perfect company for someone as paranoid and twitchy as Eddie. How could you feel unsafe around a man who couldn't lie to save his life? How could you suspect that he was hiding something? Then again, and Eddie would kick himself mentally for months for missing that, Steve hiding something out of concern for others was very much like him. Always self-sacrificing, even when it was no longer necessary.

Eddie himself was, self-admittedly, full of shit and he loved riling people up with the most outrageous things imaginable, but also loved fantasy and if you twisted his arm, very firmly, preferably with Steve whispering tiny encouragements into his ear and mouthing at his neck, he might have admitted (quietly, very quietly, and then deny it till his dying day) that he was an idealist. His father had tried his very best to extinguish that tiny flame of hope in him, repeated ad nauseam that "there is no good or bad in this world, everything you want you need to take yourself. Concern is for weaklings," he told little Eddie when the boy turned worried eyes at a toy left in the backseat of the car they were just stealing and, in his naive youth, asked whether the family will be okay when they have a kid to take care of. "No one is going to give you anything, so grow up."

Well, turns out his dad didn't know shit, because Steve Harrington, the former King of Hawkins and now his (how did this happen to him, the freak, Eddie Munson? How did he of all people end up with the hottest man in Hawkins, and, more importantly, someone who had no idea what Mordor was?!) boyfriend had just waltzed into his life, bit a demobat or two, threw himself into another dimension again and again, either with a bat or stupidly unarmed, while babysitting a group of annoyingly lovable brats. To top that, he nursed Eddie back to health when Vecna's attempt at resurrection didn't go exactly as he'd intended (a fuck-up in life, death and resurrection, no surprises there) and...

He never asked for anything.

Never.

Steve was just giving, giving anything and everything, food, shelter, advice, hugs, kisses...more. Eddie sometimes dreamt of taking Steve to see his dad in prison, just have Steve stand there, the hair and everything, while Eddie would display him as the most precious treasure in the world and yell at his dad "HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS, HUH?!"

So yeah, the idealism. Eddie loved fantasy and felt like Steve was a full party in one delicious package - a protective warrior, ready to face any danger with a bat in his hand to keep his loved ones safe (did Eddie count? He hoped so. He'd have to ask Steve just in case. And if Steve started a new habit out of it, saying "I still love you, by the way, if you were wondering" in the most random moments, Eddie didn't mind at all). A hilarious bard, always cheering up the rest of the group (mostly unintentionally, although Eddie suspected he sometimes accentuated his stupidity to lighten the mood). A caring healer, always there after a battle, his gentle hands making sure that Eddie's injuries were clean, well-treated.  A mage...well, the Harrington charm had to count as a spell. It just does, there's no other explanation for the things Steve's voice did to Eddie. Steve was, to put it simply, just everything.

And he was so good at that everything that it took Eddie embarrassingly long to notice that, maybe, Steve really didn't know how to relax. A full party in a single person, so self-reliant that he didn't really get why anyone else would take over any of his responsibilities.

The first time Eddie noticed something was off was when they were watching a movie together. It was a wonderfully domestic scene - Eddie slumped against Steve, beer in hand, head thrown back with barks of laughter as Steve valiantly (and ineffectively) pretended to be an expert on recent video releases and their significance in the grand scheme of things (or the film world). Well, not really pretended, Eddie was pretty sure Steve understood how fruitless that would be, but somehow they got into a bickering match on how useless Steve was at his job at Family Video when he had absolutely zero idea about movies, genres and all that jazz (he also had no taste, Eddie claimed, and he'd die to another demobat swarm before he'd admit that watching romantic comedies was way more palatable when Steve leaned into his shoulder, gentle smile on his lips, unaware his hand was squeezing Eddie's tighter during love confessions and happy endings). Steve - of course - denied this and proclaimed he was an expert on bullshitting his way through any and all unknown topics, that his charm and quick tongue (Eddie snorted and wiggled his eyebrows at that and Steve smacked him with a pillow) would save his ass again and again. He offered to prove it and asked Eddie to choose a movie to recommend to an imaginary customer.

And that was how they got to this moment, with Steve describing the progressive character tropes and psychological merit of The Nightmare on the Elm Street. Not even ten seconds in and Eddie was howling in laughter at his insistence on how the movie poses a challenge to look beyond the physical defects and into the soul of the villain. Eddie mused that Steve had maybe seen a picture of Freddy Krueger and used that single image for a full-blown (and fully misguided) moral argument. And while his confident claims were absolutely and outrageously ridiculous, he couldn't help but listen, watch Steve's animated expressions, his free hand gesticulating to convey the importance of how we need to let go of our biases.

"Okay, okay, I yield, Harrington," Eddie wheezed and wiped tears from his eyes, grinning at Steve. "You are an excellent employee. The best if you want to get someone to watch a movie."

Steve grinned back and pulled Eddie closer to him. "Told you. The Harrington charm."

"I just wouldn't want to be there when your customers come back after actually watching what you rented them. I mean. The lecture was great, 10/10. But you know it's a slasher, right?"

Steve shook his head. "Well, duh. But even slashers can have those...you know. Overtones. Maybe the poor scarred claw guy just needs some understanding or something." He winked at Eddie. Winked. With those ridiculously thick lashes and all. The asshole.

"Now that's settled, we definitely need to watch it and see what you think of Mr. Krueger afterwards," Eddie laughed and nuzzled closer to Steve, his ringed fingers playing with the other man's t-shirt.

It had become quiet, just warmth and shared touches, and Eddie found himself relaxing, his mind at peace. That is, until his stomach gave a quiet growl, nothing major, nothing to be nervous about. All stomachs do that sometimes.

So why was Steve staring at him with that look, the one he gave to the kids when he found out they were up to some dangerous bullshit again and hadn't bothered to tell him?

"Are you hungry?"

Eddie waved his hand. "Nah, I'm fine, man. Don't worry about it."

But of course, Steve did worry about it. That was the whole thing about Steve. Caring and absolutely relentless. The deep breath he took warned Eddie that this would be yet another bickering match that he would, eventually, lose. Didn't mean he would go down easily though.

Steve frowned and put some distance between them, just enough to observe Eddie's face closely. Does he expect a sign saying THIS YOUNG MAN IS STARVING or something?  "You sure? Because you haven't eaten anything normal today-"

Ah, there it was. The battle had begun. Eddie cocked his head to the side and put on his best offended face. "Excuse me! That box of cereals didn't eat itself!"

"It had been almost empty."

"And now it's completely empty!" Eddie grinned. "Hence, I ate."

But Steve was not amused. Or even remotely convinced. "Something nutritious?"

"Uhhh..." Okay, that was a tough one. "The box said so...?" Eddie tried, using his doe eyes to the fullest advantage (and failing spectacularly because while his eyes normally had Steve stuttering and forgetting the topic of their conversation or sometimes even his own - but never Eddie's - name, the caring and protective side of him just wouldn't switch off).

Steve shook his head. "The box is a filthy liar."

Eddie grasped at his chest dramatically, throwing himself back against the sofa. "That traitor. The fiend! I really thought I could trust him! Or it. I think it. That sounds more devious, don't you think, Stevie?"

And of course, Harrington just wouldn't get off his back. Eddie didn't do well with people telling him what to do, he'd normally flip them off and leave, but Steve's earnest voice, the please-let-me-care-for-you-or-I-will-be-miserable look in those eyes, the long fingers gently stroking Eddie's arm through the t-shirt...he could never just push the man away.  He wondered if Steve realized how special he was to Eddie, to go through this dance every so often and never throw up his hands, say "fuck that!" and leave the door at the slightest bump in the carpet.

Steve just twisted in his seat more, watching Eddie with a gentle smirk. "You need something proper, Eddie. Something that's not just sugar and artificial coloring. Plus, it's sort of a fast energy thing, it goes up and then down really quickly-"

"Makes it a good fit for me," Eddie quipped.

"- and your stomach's been singing me serenades-"

Munson threw up his hands in defense. "Baby, all of me wants to serenade you and have you let down your beautiful hair from the tower Harrington. Can't blame my stomach for that."

It was quiet for a second and then: "...Eddie."

He swallowed heavily, his throat suddenly tight. "...yes, Steve?"

Eddie didn't want to look up, didn't want to see that he was, yet again, causing worry to the most precious person in his life, but then there were warm hands on his own, intertwining their fingers. His eyes met Steve's as he prepared for the inevitable loss.

"Can I please," Steve said, his voice serious and his hand squeezing Eddie's more tightly than should be necessary, "can I please get you something. Just a sandwich or...or I can heat up something, it doesn't matter. So please...will you let me?"

Ah, there it was. Even more effective than the Harrington charm. Eddie sighed and reached out, stroking Steve's face gently. "If it makes you feel better, then yes."

And just like that, Steve smiled, radiant and content, and Eddie found himself thinking he'd eat dozens of sandwiches to keep that expression on his boyfriend's face forever. Not much of a sacrifice, really. All his cooking was delicious, even the simplest things tasted so much better than most things Eddie ever ate (although that might be saying more about Eddie's disregard for something as mundane as food).

The realization came a bit later, when Eddie started happily munching on a sandwich. Steve was still smiling, but his expression slightly dropped.

"Whut?" Eddie hummed at him, trying to keep his chewing noises down. "It's really good, if you're worried about that."

Steve shook his head. "No, not that. Although I'm happy you like it. It's just...I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner. That I should have prepared something."

That had Eddie staring back at him, mid-chew, forgetting to swallow. "Um." Oh yeah, the bread. Gulping down the rest, he gave an incredulous chuckle. "Steve, I'm older than you, you know that, right? I'm pretty sure that I won't starve to death if you decide to take a nap, watch a movie or something. I managed to survive until now after all."

"Barely," and ow, that one hurt. Because while Eddie went for a teasing tone, Steve's betrayed what he really thought. The constant worry, the smell of blood and toxic spores that would stay with them forever.

And yes, Eddie disliked, hated, abhorred when people had the audacity to try and change him, when they wanted him to act against his nature. The logical thing would have been to say something along the lines of I don't answer to you, Harrington, and I'm not a fucking child you need to watch 24/7. That would be the pre-Vecna Eddie. And in a way, he still felt that way, he still had that rebellious streak (or two, three, a dozen). But there was also this, the love, warmth, laughter and discussion on hidden kindness of Freddy Krueger, and even if he lashed out sometimes and spoke too fast and maybe had to explain himself while his hands travelled in the weirdest patterns to illustrate his point, he would go to the hell and back (again) to keep all that. To keep Steve.

The post-Vecna Eddie just sighed, ate the rest of his sandwich in one bite and scooted towards Steve who was now avoiding his gaze, staring intently at his feet as if there was an incredible show happening just to the left of his sock. "Hey."

Nope, the sock was still more interesting than what Eddie had to say. "I know it's stupid," Steve muttered. "I'm not doubting you or anything, I know you can take care of yourself, but..." He left the rest unsaid. Eddie would be lying if he said he understood, because how did they even get here over a stupid stomach growl? But the magical lab girl El taught him an important word - compromise, apparently halfway happy - and maybe this was the right time to practice what it meant.

"I'll tell you what, big boy," smiled Eddie and the change in tone finally made Steve abandon his floor watching. "I promise that I'll be more conscious of the proper and nutritious food thing if that makes you feel better. But! Please, for the love of all your nuggets and then some," and Steve snorted at this and that might have been just the small push Eddie needed, "never think my less than ideal habits are your fault. I mean, I think they're absolutely fine, but you have," he waves his hands in the air, "standards. So, I propose an exchange."

"That sounds ominous," Steve mumbled, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Eddie nudged his side. "Ominous! What a big word, I'm a proud man! Anyways. Your back is pretty fucked up, or so I hear every morning." Ignoring Steve's protests, he carried on. "If you let me help you with that, I swear on my guitar I will eat. Something. Nutritious," he spat out with feigned disgust.

He knew that Steve didn't really let anyone take care of him, that he was always restless, looking for something he could be doing for others. And Harrington was almost as stubborn as Eddie. He really, really struggled not to chew on his hair waiting for Steve's response.

"So...you're telling me that I get a massage and you start eating well?" Steve chuckled and the tension was gone, just like that. "You've got a deal. Seriously, Munson, where is the catch?" And if Eddie ended up in his lap even faster than usual, well. As if he needed excuses.

"Oh, baby," Eddie smiled against his mouth, "did I mention I'd get to pick the music to accompany that massage?"

"Well, shit."

....

Oh yeah, that small tidbit about a failed resurrection? A fanfic in planning. Yours truly can nowadays hardly write in her native language, not to mention English, so any corrections are welcome.

AS ARE COMMENTS. PLEASE. THEY ARE LIKE COFFEE TO MY TIRED SOUL. TALK TO ME. WAKE ME UP INSIDE. (Desperate Evanescence sounds)

Ahem.

[corrodedseraphine]

dreamland | eddie munson x harrington!reader #12

pairing: eddie munson x harrington!reader

summary: After breaking up with Jason, you end up in a pretend relationship with Eddie to piss your ex off. The more you know each other the more the pretending dissappears.

the story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

I don't know much about D&D so if I wrote something wrong, please forgive me! 

Waking up, you noticed that you were alone in bed. You looked around the room, you were totally alone. You decided to check it out, so you got out of bed and, listening, started looking around the house. There was no one upstairs but you, but as you went downstairs you saw Eddie bravely struggling with the translations you gave him yesterday. He was sitting low bent over biting the end of the pink pencil you had recently lent him, every now and then pushing back the hair falling from his face.

"They can be annoying, huh?" you chattered as you entered the living room.

"You don't even know how much. As much as I love them, I hate them too." He rolled his eyes.

"I have an idea." You said and ran to the bathroom to get a hairbrush and a hairband. You didn't know if he would agree, but you thought it was always worth to try. By the way, you quickly brushed your teeth. Returning to your guest you placed the items on the table looking at him with a questioning expression on your face.

"You're joking right?" he asked.

"I'm as serious as possible!"

"I don't think I even know how to handle it," he added tossing the hairband.

"May I?" you asked.

"Why not" he laughed

His hair was a veritable chaos. It's been a long time since you've seen such a tangle.

"Damn it, Munson. Do you ever use a hairbrush?"

"From time to time," he shrugged his shoulders.

Once you had dealt with brushing them out you wanted to do them into a loose ponytail, but after a while another idea popped into your head. You started to divide his hair into three parts and after a while you managed to make a braid. Satisfied with yours, you went quickly to get the small mirror your mother always used and returned with it to Eddie showing him. The sight of Eddie Munson wearing a braid is an unusual sight, unusual but also very adorable. You were glad that you were the only person who had the opportunity to admire it.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked.

"You look super-sweet Mr. Munson, and now I invite you to my next Spanish class," you said trying to remain serious.

"For my sweet appearance, will today's class be a little easier, Ms. Harrington?" He smiled broadly.

"Not an option!" you said. "Please finish the translations, and I'll make breakfast."

You prepared scrambled eggs and toasts. It was the best you could come up with for the moment. When Eddie finished his task he joined you in the kitchen and then you ate together while watching morning cartoons on TV. Later you cleaned up together then both of you went to change and freshen up, and when you were done you sat down to study. The translations once again proved to be almost flawless. Hearing this, he felt incredibly motivated to learn. Learning with you made him happy. If anyone had ever told him that he would feel good while learning Spanish he would have laughed at him. This time, with you by his side, he felt like he could do it forever. With each successive praise from your lips he felt more and more confident, so much so that for the first time he felt hopeful that he would actually pass the test. Not just pass it, pass it very well. He imagined the surprised look on the teacher's face and your wide smile as soon as you heard how well he did. Over the next few hours, with quick breaks, you made your way through a really considerable amount of material. You were just about to offer lunch when you heard a quick and hard knock on the door. You weren't expecting anyone. As soon as you opened the door Dustin rushed inside like a torpedo, followed immediately by Lucas and Mike.

"Do... do you have a braid on your head?" he asked looking at Eddie. The man quickly pulled the hairband from his hair, loosening it back.

"What are you doing here Dustin?" you asked. "Steve sent you?" you crossed your arms and looked at all three of them. They looked embarrassed.

"No. Yes. Halfway." He began to stammer. "We need your help y/n."

"My help?"

"Yes. Lucas wants to invite Max to the ball and wants to pick out a gift for her, so I thought we could use some female advice or something. After all, you're buddies with Max!"

"Yes, we are buddies, so I can assure you that you don't need a gift to get her to agree."

"I beg y/n!!!" exclaimed Lucas.

You sighed. You didn't want to go out with them, preferring to be alone with Eddie. But these punks knew perfectly well that you would agree out of pity. Seeing their pleading expressions on their faces, you couldn't say no. "What do you say, Munson?" you asked looking at him. "Would you like to do a little shopping?"

"Whatever you wish, dear."

The boys left their bikes in front of your house and you all set off together to go shopping in Eddie's car. In the process they started discussing ideas for a new campaign. You tried to keep up with them, but at some point you gave up. You left all four of them in their magical fantasy world. They were so involved that they probably forgot you existed. That didn't bother you. You turned up the radio a bit and just decided to focus on the road. You hadn't been to the mall since it was rebuilt. Now everything looked completely different.

"They reconstructed it pretty good. " said Eddie coming out of the car. "People said you could see fireworks over the whole mall during the fire."

"They were probably wrong." You said looking at the others. Flashes of that night began to appear before your eyes. They were right, who would have thought that such beautiful scenery and fireworks would be the background for a battle with a huge monster from another dimension? It will also be the place where Billy, who sacrificed himself for Eleven, died. You never liked him, but I think everyone appreciated him for saving her then. Every hero had his dark side, just as every villain has the light one.

"Let's hope there will never be a fire again." Said Mike walking towards the entrance. Without a word you followed him.

As you went inside you looked around recalling all the terrible things that happened that day. Everything was terribly vivid, to the point of being too.

"You okay?" Eddie asked grabbing your hand. "The show must go on" He added nodding in the other direction. Several people from the basketball team were there. Seeing Lucas with you, they didn't fail to make some jokes.

"Look! The freaks have adopted Lucas into their messed-up cult!" shouted one of them.

Sinclair ignored this by lowering his head down.

"What's the matter with you, man? Why didn't you defend yourself?" asked Dustin.

"I don't want any trouble in the team. They don't let me live anyway for the mere fact that I belong to Hellfire."

"Screw them," said Eddie suddenly. "We didn't come here to bother with a bunch of fools."

The search for the perfect gift for Max turned out to be harder than you thought. What appealed to you didn't appeal to them, and what appealed to them didn't appeal to you. In the end, Dustin, Mike and Eddie gave up by ambling into a board game store.

"Thank you, y/n," said Lucas breaking the silence. "Lately I've had the feeling that Max doesn't want to talk to me at all."

"Have you tried to talk to her about this feeling?"

"A million times, but she kept floating me off! I'm already running out of ideas. I thought maybe she would be happy when I invite her to the ball. Maybe then it will be like before." He sighed.

"Nothing will ever be like before again. You know very well how the loss of Billy affected her."

"Everything is so messed up." He sighed resignedly.

"Would you like some advice?"

"Sure."

"Talk to her and maybe stop showing off like your teammates do. Just be yourself, the Lucas she liked in the beginning. No silly shows with your teammates. You don't have to pretend anything in front of her." You patted him on the shoulder.

He didn't answer anything. You moved on in search of the perfect gift. Eventually you came upon a small jewelry stand. Both of you decided that a bracelet with a small silver skateboard on a red string would be the best choice. When you returned to the rest of them they were already completely absorbed in the fantasy world delighting in new games and books. They didn't even notice when you returned.

"So what kids, time for ice cream?" you asked seeing the cute view. They really looked like kids. Happy and fascinated in the world of magic.

"Hell yeah!" exclaimed Dustin.

You all moved towards the ice cream stand. It was set up almost in the middle of the hallway. There were tables with plastic chairs all around. You left the guys alone and went to the bathroom, which was located nearby. When you returned everyone was already eating their desserts. There was also one waiting for you. The boys took the table standing next to the one where the cheerleaders were sitting. Seeing them looking in their direction all the time and whispering something made you roll your eyes. All in all, this was the first time outside of school that someone saw you together with Eddie. You must have played it right. Munson, seeing you coming back, jumped down from his seat and pushed back the chair next to you. Out of the corner of your eye you made sure your neighbors were watching.

"Thank you!" you said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I took you a chocolate one, as sweet as you are, my darling." he replied, smiling as charmingly as he could. It's a good thing you were already sitting up, because you felt your knees buckling under you.

"Ew! You guys are disgusting!" shouted Dustin.

"Shut up, Henderson." said Eddie throwing him a menacing look.

"Hey, Dusty-Bun, I wonder what Suzie would say, hearing what you say." You laughed. "You should take a cue from your Dungeon Master, besides the gameplay, he'll show you how to win her heart for forever."

"I don't know if Henderson is worthy of knowing all my magic tricks." Eddie added. "Besides, some I prefer to leave exclusively for you." 

"If you don't stop right away, I swear I'm going to call Steve right now and tell him that you are doing all the things he would REALLY not want to hear about, Jesus Christ! you make me want to puke."

"If you try to do that, I will personally throw you to the Demogorgon!" you shouted, pointing your finger at the boy.

"How do you know such a thing exists?" interjected Eddie curiously. Damn.

Seeing your confusion, Mike and Lucas sprang into action. They made up that you used to watch them while playing D&D. They made up an entire campaign in which Demogorgons swarmed, claiming that's probably why you remembered it. The more they talked, the more you started to nod at them. He believed without any problem, he had no reason not to. When it began to getting dark you returned home. On the way you stopped by the store for snacks and food for dinner. When you said goodbye to the rest of them you fell tiredly on the couch.

"I didn't think that walking around the store with this bunch would finish me off so much," you laughed.

"Didn't you? They are terrible energy suckers! Like vampires." he said sitting down next to you and making a silly face.

"But yet we still can't say no to them, knowing what we're signing up for." you smiled. You liked these kids. After all, you all had more in common than just living in the same city. "It's a shame Will moved away," you continued. "You would have loved him. Not as much as Henderson, of course, but young Byers would be your right-hand man when it comes to D&D. He's got an incredible buzz about the game!"

"Yes, I've heard of him. He's often mentioned, it's a shame I didn't have the opportunity to recruit him into my little cult." he laughed. "At first I always wondered why y/n and Steve Harrington were going out with these kids, but now I understand. That bunch of punks has someting special."

A silence fell between the two of you. But it was no longer the familiar, awkward silence you know. This one was different. Comfortable.

"So... yesterday we went a little crazy, how about chilling today?" he asked after a while.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll be right back." he said. "I know I'm absolutely forbidden to smoke in front of you, but I'm not talking about cigarettes this time." Entering the house, he raised his hand showing a joint. "What do you say?"

You raised a surprised eyebrow. "I don't know, Eddie. I've never even smoked a cigarette, not to mention weed."

"I'd be honored to witness your first time with this little wonder." he smiled broadly. Could you have said no? You could. Did you do so upon seeing that smile? Of course not.

"We can't do it at home. Follow me." You returned the smile.

Not far from your house was a small pond, you spent a lot of time sitting and writing there. You always came there when you felt bad. You could always hide there from everything. Only Steve knew how important this place was to you, which is why he never followed you there. He knew that your presence there was a sign that you needed solitude. This time you weren't there to be alone with yourself. You were there to secretly smoke pot with Eddie Munson. Another thing you would never have thought of in your life, but with Eddie it became real. At parties you were offered many times to smoke, but never felt the urge to do so. The company that was there did not seem trustworthy. Even Jason didn't make you feel as safe as you did around Eddie. The world may have been collapsing, but you felt like he was always ready to take care of you. You sat on a spread blanket near the water exchanging a joint. The first drag was terrible. You felt like you were about to suffocate from coughing. Fortunately, later it got better and better.

"I like this place."

"Me too." you replied. "This is where the further lives of Natalie and Mr. Harvy were created." you laughed. "One of my friends at the time found herself a boyfriend, and, terribly envious of her, I decided not to bother. Without saying anything to anyone I came here and sat all evening thinking up what could happen. What I would like to have happen to me, imagining that in the place of the main character was actually me." You sighed.

"Everyone is the main character of their own story," said Eddie.

"For a long time now I really feel like I'm in a book of some sort, there are things happening around me that are out of this world!"

"What kind of things, for example?"

"You wouldn't believe me." You laughed looking up at the stars. "Wow. They are so beautiful and... shiny." you laughed. "And you Munson? Do you ever feel like you're a character in a book?"

"For the past few weeks for sure. I'm just curious about its ending." He added while looking into your eyes. Beautiful, big brown eyes that were now incredibly mesmerizing.

"It's too early to finish the whole book." you said in a firm voice. "At most, you can wonder about the end of a chapter."

"In that case, I hope the current chapter will never end."

This chapter in his life was definitely called y/n Harrington. He thought that even if everything between the two of you was a pretense, he could pretend for the rest of his life. With each subsequent encounter, he found it harder and harder to resist his own feelings.

"Hey, Eddie..." interrupted his train of thought.

"Yes, princess?"

"I'm awfully hungry." you said laughing. "I think I'm hungrier than Demogorgon."

"Then we must return quickly before you decide to eat me alive. Demogorgons are not friendly when they are hungry. They are terrible," he continued joking.

"You don't even know how much." You replied, this time seriously.

When you got home you sat at the kitchen table watching Eddie make you sandwiches. You didn't mind. You felt awfully amused and literally everything was making you laugh. Eddie, for his part, was amused by you, in a positive sense. Hearing you laugh made his heart speed up, your silly jokes made your happiness infect him.

After eating the sandwiches, you sat in front of the TV with a large packet of chips. You were still hungry. You started watching some horror movie, but in it you were also entertained by everything. You never laughed so much when the demon caught its first victim. By the end, you had already started yawning. Seeing your open mouth Eddie put a chips in there. You, reacting quickly, moved your head forward and bit his finger. At that moment you thought it was incredibly funny and burst out laughing, fortunately Eddie joined you instead of getting angry.

"I think I want to sleep." You said. "And you?"

"Maybe a little," he replied with a yawn.

You parted for the bathrooms and later met at your room.

"Can I stay tonight too?" he asked when he saw you lie down under the covers. "You have an awfully comfortable bed." Of course, the bed was not the reason why he wanted to stay.

"You have no other option, well, unless you want to sleep at Steve's," you snickered.

"I'd rather on a doormat." He replied laying down next to you.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"If I were a D&D character, what would I be?"

"Give me a moment to think." He didn't expect that. Surprised, he tried to gather his thoughts, recall everything he knows about the game and create the most ideal character his imagination allowed. "So..." he began, turning toward you. "I see you as an elf princess. You would be a master when it comes to magic, especially casting charms on others. Additionally, you would be a healer. Goodness from your heart would be able to cure anything, so you would spend most of your life wandering between villages helping others. However, when it came to fighting, you would be second to none. You would cunningly charm the enemy by luring them into traps, and of course, they wouldn't be able to resist you. No one would be able to do that..." he continued his story, inventing various situations and fight scenes. As time passed, you began to feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. With your eyes closed, you continued to listen, imagining everything he said. Only, in your imaginings there was someone else at your side. A powerful Master, with whom together you formed an indestructible link. Coincidentally, this Master looked just like Eddie.

When he finished telling the story and saw that you were lying with your eyes closed he turned off the night light.

"y/n?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"Hm?" you muttered.

"Can I hug you?"

Smiling to yourself, you moved closer to him cuddling your cheek into his chest. Hearing the rapid beating of his heart you began to beat out its rhythm with your finger. Eddie put one arm around you and with the other started playing with your hair. You didn't know if it was because of his presence or because of the weed, but you felt as relaxed as ever, after a very short time you fell asleep without any problem. At the same time, Eddie was fighting a battle with his thoughts. Visions of the moment when you will have to stop pretending began to haunt him. Various scenarios appeared before his eyes, the worst of which were those in which, after the pretend breakup, you went back to being strangers. However, a light appeared among the cloud of black thoughts. A scenario in which you stop pretending and everything between you becomes real. He began to think about a plan. A plan that would help him win your heart for real. What he didn't know, however, was that he had it for a long time.

[ready-eddie]

Eddie with a marching band gf:

A mix of more headcanons and blurbs, using previous headcanons brainstormed with @erosso

A/N: all I’m saying is Eddie’s a goblin type boyfriend and I love that for him he’s trying his best okay

• Like I said, he’s the band mom, but only for you.

“Hey band mom! Do we have any more snacks I’m starving!” As he’s guarding a pile of trail mix, chips, and a handful of chocolates, eating his own pack of trail mix, mouth full: “Nope fresh out kid!”

He’s also a little shit so it’s 50/50 if he’ll actually be band mom for you:

“So band mom, do we have any more snacks?” You ask, giving minimal attention to the sports game the band is supporting, your eyes meeting his big brown doe eyes as he munches away.

“Am I not enough of a snack for you? Geez 🙄”

You did not end up getting any pre or post half time snacks 😐 10/10 chance he probably ate them all lbr

• Football games in late November early December? Hell even in the south US it snowed I can only imagine Indiana in early winter.

Do you feel any ounce of cold? No. Eddie has cocooned the two of you in a mountain of blankets while the rest of the band has become musical popsicles.

• His seat could be right next to the band, 2 steps away from where you were sitting but you can bet he will take the long away around just to step on people feet and just “Move! I’m tryna see my girlfriend!” He absolutely loves calling you his girlfriend and will scream it from the heavens if he could.

Someone tries to get onto him for broken toes (mans probably STOMPS lbr)?

He like, barks at them.

Eddie Munson barks at people and you can’t convince me otherwise. Mans feral. Sue me.

Someone goes to say something and he just:

• if the director hasn’t kicked him out for being a menace to society, he will 100% sit and stare while you practice. He gets the need to practice, especially without distractions so he will just stare, mesmerized by your talent and he will, without hesitation hype you up when you’re beating yourself up over a section.

• he has multiple banners made up; one for official games, one for practices, and just a general banner he keeps on his person 24/7. His practice banner? Same thing as the official game banner but more pint sized. You’ll be practicing on the field, going through drills and he’s just

Legit he could be by himself in the bleachers, watching you walk around and he’s just on cloud nine

• will 100% ask if you could teach him how to play. Doesn’t matter what you play, he wants to learn. Alternatively, if you ask him to teach you guitar? He’s ecstatic. He’s not entirely used to people showing interest in his interests so part of him is trying not to scare you off but another part of him is like “I can show you the world~”

•tries to slip his own sheet music into your folder

You learn it anyway just to surprise him and he’s over the moon

“You really took the time to learn this??”

“Of course I did, you wrote it and I just knew it had to be a masterpiece”

Hearteyes. He could propose right then and there. It was probably in that moment in your relationship that he knew he was in deep

• he skips class to stand in the door of the band room but he also makes faces and does a little dance and jig if you notice him. Passerby have never been more confused but they know not to question it at this point

Poor Robin was confused about it at first but eventually just looks at you and says “y/n please deal with your gremlin”

Said gremlin tries to sneak into the band hall after being banned for being too distracting. Said gremlin also steals your jacket and maybe a scrunchie/hair tie in an attempt to blend in and not be noticed. Said gremlin gets kicked out in seconds, with all your belongings that he swiped

• your picture in uniform on a pin on his jacket? He wears it proudly and if someone asks or even glances at it? “Oh yeah that’s my girlfriend 😏”

• “Babe is the pin really necessary? I look so dorky PLS”

“Yes but you’re my dork and I love you~”

On another note: orchestra gf? Image of sophistication and grace. Eddie mf’n Munson? 👹 that’s it. Just 👹. Perfect duo 10/10

[starsinshadows]

firelightfables​:

Hand easily guiding Steve’s shoulder, Eddie didn’t bother taking it off. Sacrificing the hand to the cause of steering Steve toward home and keeping the guy on his feet. Wobbly didn’t begin to describe it, but there were just some things you didn’t comment on. Coming back from the dead was one of them. 

As for the body wash. Well. It wasn’t his fault his preferences ran a bit odd. “No reason.” The guy would find out soon enough and experience told him Steve wouldn’t really have a choice in the end. Sorry bud. “Though if we’re gonna make this a regular thing, you’re welcome to leave a bottle of your preferred shit in there.” A gentle tease, if only because they all knew who the hair care king was of the group. Some of them had to put in effort, unlike certain ridiculously lucky individuals.

“Suppose so. Though if you’re asking me, I feel like he might be part gremlin part of the time? Or all the time. I dunno. I kind of didn’t know him super well then he went and died in that “mall fire”.” The air quotes were, in fact, very real. He’d been shocked to learn the truth of it while in the Realm, but it had still been a surprise then - even if almost none of his conspiracy theories had ended up being true. He was still giving himself ‘the Russians’ as a point in his favor. Which led to a thought. “Still betting they blamed all of your disappearances on Manic Munson.”

    Steve wasn't going to admit it, but the hand on his shoulder was a grounding element and he probably needed it, so the sacrifice Eddie was making was appreciated. He'd stumbled home on his own more times than he could have counted easily, not that he could count for much right then, but it was an extended time commitment to do and it was sloppy. Eddie's presence had already made this easier, and while Steve was now a little concerned about the body wash issue in a very distant kind of way, he didn’t know why. It wouldn't be a big deal, especially because he just needed a way to clean up so he didn't walk back into his place reeking like he was, but he might have questions later.     “Anything’s better than I am right now,” he pointed out a little roughly, shaking his head. It was true, and he was grateful, regardless of the teasing that he probably deserved. It was no secret that he put in effort just like some of the supposedly less lucky individuals, but there was also the fact that he could be scraped up off of the asphalt after dying or crawl out of bed and his hair would still have the volume. The trick with the products was to tame that.     Eddie may or may not have known it, but the way Steve’s thoughts were struggling at the moment really just meant that the talk of Billy being part gremlin just made him imagine the guy the way he’d seen him last in the 80s, with dark black veins sticking out all over his skin, screaming in the face of the Mind Flayer as its tentacle mouths latched onto him. It made Steve falter in his steps, stumbling a little into Eddie, but he managed to recover.      “Man, fuck Hawkins and fuck all of them,” he snarled, more openly upset by the ‘Manic Munson’ thought than he might have been had he been feeling better, though his voice softened just a little at the gremlin stuff. “Billy’s alright, he didn’t deserve any of this shit. None of us did.”