#Cyndi Munson

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$250M could be diverted from Oklahoma's public funding to private education

House Bill 1935 could relocate nearly 250 million dollars from public funding to private education.

The bill is seeing major opposition.

House Bill 1935 would establish the Oklahoma Parental Choice Tax Credit Act which, Cyndi Munson, House Democratic Leader, said “essentially diverts public taxpayer dollars to pay for private education tuition.”

The bill would take taxpayer dollars and give parents of eligible private school students a $5,000 annual tax credit and a $2,500 tax credit for homeschooled students.

“Anytime that we take money away from our public schools and give it to private schools does a disservice to the 700,000 students that are sitting at desks today at our public schools," Katherine Bishop, president of the Oklahoma Education Association, said.

The OKEA says the bill does not address the state’s education crisis.

“We are in a crisis," Bishop said. "We are in a teacher crisis, a support professional crisis. This bill and that tax credit don’t address bring teachers into the classrooms, retain teachers in the classrooms.”

She said the funds should go to our public schools.

“246 million dollars going into our schools would allow districts to provide resources that our students need, textbooks that our students need, more hands-on activities, but mainly be able to put more personnel into our buildings," Bishop said.

Accountability and financial oversight of this tax credit have been major concerns.

“Letter j, lines 1-3," Munson read. "‘The tax commission shall keep all records relating to the Oklahoma parental choice tax credit act confidential, including but not limited to the social security numbers of eligible students.’”

“I get wanting to protect private information social security numbers, birthdays, all of those things, but if all the information pertaining to the tax credit act is held confidential," Munson said. "How do we know that those taxpayer dollars are being used as the law is written?”

We reached out to the author of the bill, Representative Charles McCall, but he was not available for comment.

The bill passed through the house committee Thursday and is now headed to the House floor for a vote.

#us politics #news #ktul #2023 #oklahoma #education #education system #education reform #private schools #funding private schools with public dollars #House Bill 1935 #Oklahoma Parental Choice Tax Credit Act #Oklahoma legislature #Oklahoma house of representatives #Katherine Bishop #Oklahoma Education Association #Cyndi Munson #Charles McCall

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Songs I think other people would show Mike that he would enjoy (despite being a synth pop liker)

Will- “Rebel Rebel” by David Bowie

El- “Maybe He’ll Know” by Cyndi Lauper

Lucas- “Careless Whisper” By George Micheal

Dustin- “Weird Science” by Oingo Boingo

Max- “I Think We’re Alone Now” by Tiffany

Nancy- “Slipping Through My Fingers” by ABBA

Eddie- “Flying High Again” by Ozzy Osbourne

Jonathan- “I Know It’s Over” by The Smiths

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #lucas sinclair #el hopper #max mayfield #dustin henderson #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #argyle ​Steve Erica and Robin aren’t here bc I don’t think they would ever b in this position lmfao #but everyone else is trying to cure him #ALSO LUCAS IS A SLOW SONG ENTHUSIAST!!! he is a lover boy that’s his shit okay #el is a Cyndi Lauper fan fr fr idc #she has a poster of her in her room #also some of these might be after 1986 but let’s pretend #the last two are… personal. the only reason he like em is bc the lyrics #and it’s being Jonathan and Eddie’s picks. I have many Thoughts on the older men in mikes life

[megxplryxb]

Romance is Dead, Isn't it?

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Notes: Sweet and fluffy, little bit of angst. Based around Valentine’s Day because I’ve had this is in my drafts for a minute.

The smell of cheap, overused aftershave and five dollar bouquets, currently lingered throughout the aisles of Family Video. Loved up couples filling the store, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings and pressing kisses to their lovers blushing cheek as they scanned the shelves of the romance section.

Love heart decorations hung from the ceiling, pink foil curtains draped over the entrance and Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time blared from the speakers while you completed sellotaping the balloons you’d only finished inflating ten minutes ago. You weren't exactly sure why Keith was making Valentine's Day such an extravaganza this year but you were absolutely hating every second of it.

February fourteenth had never been kind to you. Not when you were ten years old and the card you thought had been from your childhood crush was actually written by your Mom. Not when you were fifteen and you went to the movies with Jackson Taylor, who made up a rumour that he had gotten to second base with you and definitely not last year, when Derek Cooper had taken you out for dinner, only to be caught by his girlfriend that he had surprisingly forgotten to mention.

Yeah, Valentine's Day could suck it.

“If one more person asks if we have another copy of Sixteeen Candles, I swear, I won't be held responsible for my actions.” You warn, jumping down from the step ladder with a loud huff.

“Yikes, what’s gotten your panties in a bunch today babe?” Robin questions with a teasing smile on her face as she serves the next customer.

“My panties are not in a bunch thank you very much. I'm just saying, what kind of moron waits until Valentines Day to rent the most sought after romcom?" You ask, taking a gulp of water in an attempt to erase the taste of rubber from your mouth.

Fake laughter echoes from the other side of the store where some girl has been flirting with Steve for the past fifteen minutes. You'd noticed her outside before she walked in, glossing her lips and pushing her boobs up just enough to get the attention she was obviously desperate for. She's annoyingly pretty, with perfect hair and sun kissed skin and when she raises her well manicured hands to rest on his bicep, you can’t help but grit your teeth at them.

"Is he planning to do any work at all today?" You point, rolling your eyes as Robin looks over at her other best friend and then back to you with a frown. She can sense the irritation in your voice and she knows why, even if you would never admit it. The signs have been there for quite some time and she wonders how much longer you can keep up the charade of not having feelings for Steve Harrington.

"Hey Dingus! A little help over here?" Robin demands, directing him to the queue of customers waiting for assistance at the counter. Steve nods his head, apologising to the girl who makes sure to write her number on his arm before waving goodbye.

“Yeah, thanks for calling me over, I've been trying to get away from her for like, the last ten minutes.” Steve breathes a sigh of relief, gesturing for the next customer to approach.

“Yeah, you really looked like you were being held against your will there, Harrington.” You scoff bitterly, stacking up a pile of returned tapes.

“Seriously, did you guys not see me trying to signal for help when she started touching me? I mean come on, desperate much?" He jeers, shaking his head.

"She did seem disgustingly eager." Robin interjects, scrunching her nose.

"Since when has that ever stopped him?" You reply, motioning towards Steve, who seems a little bit offended by your words.

"Jesus, why does it look like Cupid came all over this place?" Eddie chuckles as he enters the store, getting his jacket caught in the foil curtain, almost ripping it off of the door.

“Hey, careful Munson, don’t mess up my masterpiece!” You warn, carrying the tapes into the back as he slowly untangles himself.

"Because dear Edward, it is the day of love and romance!” Robin squeals excitedly, clapping her hands.

“Can you tell she has a date with Vickie tonight?” You tease, her cheeks turning pink at the mention of her new girlfriend.

“Alright, way to go Buckley.” Eddie high-fives the girl who couldn’t contain her happiness.

“We’re just going to the movies but I’m so nervous! Like, what if I make a total doofus of myself around her? She might not be as accepting of my clumsiness as you guys. I could fall up the steps when we’re walking to our seats or choke on the popcorn or…”

“Robin relax, you’re gonna give yourself a heart attack.” Steve interrupts, hearing the conversation from the till. His eyes meet yours, both of you sharing a disapproving look at your friend’s lack of confidence in herself. It was something you often discussed between yourselves, trying to figure out ways to help her see just how great she really was. Robin had always been good at hyping other people up, telling them how awesome or pretty they were but it was a completely different story when it came to herself.

“Steve’s right, you need to chill out. Vickie’s already heard you doing god awful karaoke, not to mention witnessing you hurl all over the bathroom floor at the Hideout and she’s still drooling over you. The girl is putty in your pretty little hands.” You jokingly reassure with a smile and it seems your light hearted words put her somewhat at ease as she takes a relieved breath.

“Hey, do you guys have a copy of that new movie with Molly Ringwald? Sixteen something?” Eddie shouts from the romance section of the store earning a scowl from you.

“Shit out of luck Munson, we’re totally sold out.” Steve replies, the curly haired metal head letting out a dramatic groan as he walked back to the counter, causing some of the other customers to flinch.

“Didn’t take you for a romcom kinda guy Eds.” You mock as he gives you a toothy grin. “Sweetheart, if it helps me get laid by the end of the night, I’ll watch anything.”

“Ew, gross Eddie, I really don’t need visions of you and Chrissy getting it on.” Robin shivers in disgust.

Although you share the same sentiment as your best friend, you can't help but think how nice it is that Eddie finally found someone that truly loves him for who he is. You couldn't remember ever seeing him so happy and a little part of you was jealous that you didn't have that with someone too.

"Harrington, did you get a tat dude?" Eddie quizzes, pointing to the digits on Steve's arm. You're taken out of your thoughts upon hearing the question directed at your coworker. Steve's eyes fall to you for a brief moment but you busy yourself with some paperwork, trying your best to pretend you're not paying attention to them.

"Oh, um no man, just a customer earlier, gave me her number." Steve brushes off with a shrug.

"Sweet, you gonna call her?" The hellfire leader interrupts and you hate yourself for wanting to know the answer too.

"God no, she was way too forward." Steve says, shaking his head, hoping that would be the end of the conversation as you relax again.

"What's wrong with forward? Come on man, it's Valentine's Day, call her, ask her out." Eddie encourages, wondering why Robin was shooting him a killer look as Steve shifts uncomfortably.

"Actually, I kind of already have a date tonight." He states, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. The relief you felt moments ago, quickly vanishing, being replaced with a gut wrenching feeling in the pit of your stomach. Steve had someone and it wasn't you. It would never be you.

“You do? Since when, why wasn’t I informed about this?” Robin quizzes suspiciously.

“I don’t have to tell you everything, Robin.” He huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Do we know her?” Eddie smirks and you wish you were anywhere else right now.

“Maybe you do, maybe you don’t.” He answers coyly before serving the next customer.

“So what about you sweetheart, who’s the lucky guy that’s taking you out tonight?” The metal head grins, raising his brows suggestively.

You see Steve and Robin turning their heads, attention on you as Eddie waits for your response. For a moment you consider lying, trying to think of a name and a place just to save face on being the only one without a date for tonight and maybe a little part of you wanted to see what Steve’s reaction would be too. But Robin already knew you had no plans, she had probably already told Steve the same.

“There isn’t one.” You answer, looking down at the ground, wanting it to swallow you whole.

“Bullshit, every time I’m in here there’s a guy asking you out.” Eddie spits, frowning at your response.

He’s right, guys do ask you out. It’s not like you were some sort of prude who never had a sex or never went on dates but lately, you just hadn’t been feeling it. Not when your heart belonged to someone who didn’t even know they had it and until you could get over Steve Harrington, it wouldn’t be fair to start something with someone else.

“Yeah, just not the one I actually want.” You reply, refusing to look Steve’s way as you walk to the back.

You figure now is a good time to take you break, needing a moment away from your friends to regain your composure. The restroom door locking behind you as you drop to the floor, tucking your knees into your chest. How had you gotten here? How had you been so stupid to fall for your friend? How had you allowed this to happen?

You secretly wondered who Steve’s date could be, knowing there was a number of viable contenders. Was it the brunette from last week who asked him to explain how The Lost Boys wasn’t a Peter Pan spin off or the blonde that always laughed at his jokes even when they weren’t even funny. Or maybe it was the raven haired girl who openly discussed her recent porno rentals with him every week.

One thing you knew for sure, it certainly wasn’t you.

The sound of footsteps brings you back to your shitty reality and the sudden knock on the bathroom door has you standing on your feet again.

“Hey, it’s just me. Are you ok?” You hear Robin ask from the other side. You straighten yourself up, wiping your clothes down before unlocking the door to face your friend.

“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You question, doing your best to give her a reassuring smile but she sees right through you.

“I honestly didn’t know dingus had a date, I would have told you if I did.” She mutters nervously as you shake your head.

“Why? It’s not like I care what he does.” You state as Robin gives you an unconvinced glance.

“Babe, it’s me you’re talking to right now, no one else. You forget I used to be the master at hiding my feelings, so I know all the signs. You’re totally crazy about him aren’t you?” She quizzes, as you shrug your shoulders. There was no point in hiding it from her anymore, she could read you like a book.

“I’ll get over it.”

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?” She suggests as you let out a bitter laugh. “Did you not just hear what he said out there? He has a date, Robin.”

“Yeah but maybe if—”

“No. I’m not telling him alright? So please, just drop it.” You beg, letting out a deflated sigh.

Robin decides not to push you any further, realising you didn’t want to talk about it right now but you know this won’t be the end of it and eventually you’d have to answer the many questions you were sure she was going to have, taking a mental note to purchase alcohol before you talked about your feelings for Steve with her. But for now, you were grateful that she was leaving well enough alone so you could get back to work and pretend that everything was fine.

The remaining hours went by painfully slow, the romance section almost bare and you were counting down the minutes before you could go home to your bed and shut out the world while you waited for this shitty day to be over. Once the store got a little quieter, Steve offered to man the counter while you did Robin’s make up in the back, helping her get ready for the long awaited date before her girlfriend picked her up.

By 7:45, you were left with Steve and Keith who had been in his office doing paper work since he ordered you to decorate the store earlier. Steve had noticed you were quieter than usual, trying his best to joke and make light conversation but all he was met with was one worded answers.

“It was really cool of you to do Robin’s make up, y’know?” You hear Steve mumble as you restock the confectionery stand.

“That’s what best friends are for, right?”

“Yeah of course but you saw how nervous she was all day and I think you helping her out by making her look all pretty and stuff, just gave her the confidence boost she needed for tonight. I just thought it was really sweet of you.” He compliments, a warm look on his face that has your frosty demeanour melting.

“Alright, I’m done for the day. You two ok to lock up?” Keith asks, dousing himself in cheap cologne as Steve shoots his boss a glare knowing it was his night to close.

“No, not really. I have a date.” Steve argues as Keith grunts unsympatheticly. “You’re not the only one lover boy.”

“Online chat rooms don’t count, Keith.” Steve fires back as you try not to laugh at the expression on your boss’s face.

“You want to be out of a job, Harrington?” Keith threatens, looking less than impressed.

“No, but I really need to—”

“That settles it then, you two will lock up. Happy Valentines Day.” He smirks, throwing Steve a set of keys before exiting the store.

“What an asshole!” Steve groans, throwing the keys on the counter, putting an irritated hand through his signature hair while his plans hang in the balance.

“Now I get why he wanted me to decorate so badly.” You mutter, thinking back to how you spent the first couple of hours of your shift, blowing up balloons and getting sticky tape stuck in your hair. Keith was loved up like the rest of your friends. Cupid had gotten another one.

“Do you actually believe he has a date?” Steve asks, frustration still apparent in his voice as you nod your head, groaning.

“As much as it pains me to say yes, given that I myself don’t actually have a date, when have you ever seen him put on cologne?” You question as Steve lets out a heavy sigh.

“Good point. I hope she stands the son of a bitch up though.” He grins playfully and you can’t help but smile back at him. He was so breathtakingly beautiful and you kind of hated him for it.

“Hey, look at that, I finally got a smile out of you.” He teases, poking at your cheek as you lightly push his hand away.

“Steve, quit it.” You giggle as he shakes his head.

“Not a chance, you’re just so pretty when you smile.” He admits, cupping your face momentarily, locking his eyes with your own and your breath hitches as his warm hand rests on your face, his thumb carefully caressing your cheek and you hope to god you’re not blushing right now. Your eyes wander to his lips, pink and plump and a little chapped from the cold weather Hawkins was currently experiencing and you couldn’t help but wonder what lucky girl would get to kiss them later on.

For a moment as Steve gazed at you, you considered telling him everything. How you’ve been crazy about him since you worked at Scoops Ahoy together, falling hard for him when you saw how kind he was to the kids he watched over, knowing he wasn’t the same selfish guy you’d known in high school. Steve Harrington was selfless, brave and caring and as you looked into his caramel coloured eyes, all you wanted for him was to be happy because that’s what he deserved more than anything, even if it would never be with you.

“Steve…”

“Yeah?” He whispers, looking at you in a way that made your knees weak.

You knew this was your chance to tell him, the perfect night to admit your feelings but previous Valentine’s Day disasters prevented you from saying what you really wanted to, afraid Steve would have to let you down gently or worse, laugh in your face.

“You should go home and get ready for your date, I’ll lock up here.” You swallow hard as he finally removes his hand from your face, seemingly taking him out of his own thoughts.

“Oh, no I couldn’t ask you to do that.” He replies, shaking his head.

“You didn’t ask me, I offered.” You reassure, feeling guilty for how you had treated him all day.

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t. The place is quiet now anyway and there’s only an hour left. Plus I’ve been looking forward to destroying all those damn decorations all day.” You joke, attempting to hide the sadness you were currently feeling from him, terrified that you’d break down in tears if he stuck around much longer.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He grins as you playfully roll your eyes at him. “So I’ve been told.”

“Got any advice for a successful Valentine’s date?” He questions, grabbing his car keys as you let out a sarcastic laugh.

“You’re really not asking the right person. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good Valentine’s experience. Why are you so nervous anyway, you’ve been on hundreds of dates?”

“Yeah I know, but I really like this girl, like a lot. More than I’ve ever liked anybody and I really don’t want to mess this up.” He sighs and you wonder if he can hear your heart smashing into pieces.

“Wow, she must be really special.” You breathe as he nods his head looking like a schoolboy with a crush.

“Yeah, she is.” He admits and it’s like a fresh bullet to your chest.

“Well then I hope she knows how lucky she is. Any girl who can’t see what an amazing guy you are would have to be a complete idiot.” You reply honestly, almost certain you see a hint of pink in his cheeks.

“Thanks, honey.” He whispers, before walking towards the exit, the nickname causing your brain to short circuit. Honey.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, pretty girl.” He grins, walking out the door as you feel a tear slide down your cheek watching his car pull out of the space, taking your broken heart right along with him. A heavy sigh escapes your lips, cursing under your breath, pondering if you were really doomed to face every February fourteenth in utter misery.

The last hour of your shift had gone by quicker than expected, having no customers during the final thirty minutes, giving you plenty of time to dispose of the shitty decorations that had mocked you throughout the day. When you finished vacuuming the floor, you wondered how your friends were fairing on their dates. Had Eddie gotten through a rom com without passing out? Did Robin make it up the steps of the movie theatre without falling? Was Keith really on a date with an actual woman? Had Steve already managed to get his new girl into bed?

That last thought made you want to throw up.

At 8:50 you decided to call it a night, dreaming of your warm bed and the cheese pizza you were going to order the minute you got home, wanting nothing more than to wallow in self pity. The money had been cashed up, the shelves were organised and you figured you had earned the extra ten minutes after everything you had endured today. Once you grabbed your handbag and jacket from your locker, you did a final check of the place before clocking out, switching the open sign to closed before you shut the door behind you, turning the key in the lock and pulling the shutters down, thankful you were off for the next couple of days.

As you tossed the keys into your bag, pulling on your jacket to prepare for the short walk to your apartment, you noticed a familiar maroon BMW parked up and Steve Harrington leaning against the hood, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Steve?”

“Hey you.” He smiles, eyes sparkling in the glow of the moonlight.

“Is everything ok?” You worry, wondering if something had happened to one of the kids or your older friends.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?” Steve reassures as you let out a sigh of relief.

“Well for starters, aren’t you supposed to be on a date right now?” You quiz, confusion apparent in your tone.

“I was just waiting for her to get off work actually, I’m picking her up here.” He smirks confidently, pushing himself off of the hood.

“You’re meeting her in the Family Video parking lot? Isn’t that a bit creepy?” You tease, raising a brow at him, trying not to focus on how good he looks in a grey sweater that you’ve never seen on him before.

“Well yeah, I guess it would be a little creepy if she didn’t work there.” He jokes, hoping he’d given you enough clues to figure out the rest for yourself. When your eyes begin to widen, mouth parting as you try to speak, he knows the penny has finally dropped.

“Steve I—”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, pretty girl.” He grins, repeating the same words he'd said earlier, handing you the prettiest bunch of daisies you’ve ever seen and it’s not until his fingers brush yours that you realise it isn’t a dream. Steve Harrington was here, waiting for you.

“These are for me?” You ask, breath catching in your throat.

“Of course they are, who else would I get them for?” He teases as you try to hold back tears.

"Steve, I…I can’t believe you got me daisies. they’re so beautiful.” You smile, suddenly feeling very dizzy.

“I know I probably should have gotten you roses but I remember last summer when we took the kids to the park and you made Max and El daisy chains. You said they were your favourite.”

“You remember that?” You blush looking up at him as he nods. “I remember everything about you, honey.”

Your stomach is doing somersaults now, palms sweaty and shaking with the way he’s looking at you and it takes everything in you not to kiss him silly.

“Did Robin know about this?” You quiz, wondering if you were going to have to murder your friend tomorrow for letting you go through a shift thinking Steve was going on a date with someone else.

“Are you serious? You know she can’t keep secrets. I couldn’t take the risk that she wouldn’t telll you. Plus, I was afraid she’d never let me live it down if you rejected me.” Steve jokes, flashing his pearly whites at you. How could you ever reject him?

“I don’t understand, if Robin didn’t tell you, how did you know I had feelings for you?”

“Not to sound totally arrogant but I’m not completely stupid. I see how flustered you get around me sometimes and how jealous you get when a customer tries to flirt with me, like today. But mostly I’ve seen the way you look at me and then I knew for sure—cause it’s the same way I look at you.” He whispers, his warm hand cupping your cheek.

“And how exactly do you look at me?” You challenge, swallowing hard as his lips inch closer to yours.

“Like I’m totally crazy about you.”

#steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #king steve #steve harrington imagine #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington smut #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #djotime #djo #joe keery #gator tillman #kurt kunkle

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Yeah, so Eddie realizes he likes Steve when he saw him biting that bat and yeah, Steve realizes he likes Eddie when Eddie called him “big boy”

But the moment they realize they’re in love with the other? That’s what I want to focus on.

Steve falls in love first, because he always does and maybe he’s stupid for letting himself fall in love with Eddie so fast but it’s so easy. Eddie’s so easy to fall in love with, with his stupidly gorgeous hair, his creativity and kindness and resilience. Steve’s never met anyone like Eddie, with his pure uniqueness and weirdness, tied together with loveliness.

He realizes he’s in love with Eddie on a normal Tuesday night, they’re hanging out in Eddie’s room, doing separate things, but comfortable in each others presence. Music is playing softly in the back as Eddie scribbles on a notebook. Steve puts down the comic he’s been reading, trying to subtly watch Eddie and giving up. Eddie’s hair is up in a bun, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, pencil between his lips as he chews on it. He’s muttering to himself, whispering as he jots down new story lines for the new campaign.

Suddenly, Eddie jolts up, meeting Steve’s eyes. “I got it! I know how to end the campaign!” Eddie’s talking so fast, so animatedly, nothing’s loading up on Steve’s head because all he can think about is how Eddie’s eyes lit up in the orange fluorescent bulb, happiness sparkling in his brown eyes.

It’s a mundane, quiet Tuesday night and he wants this for the rest of his life.

The sky is blue, the grass is green and Steve Harrington is in love with Eddie Munson.

Eddie falls in love harder, because just like everything else in his life he goes hard in falling in love and maybe he’s stupid for falling in love so hard with Steve but it’s so easy. Steve’s the strongest, kindest and most generous person he’s ever met. Steve’s heart is a well, that gives and gives and gives to everyone he loves and he has so much love to give.

He realizes he’s in love with Steve on a Saturday night. The kids are in the living room, screaming and pointing at each other as they fight over monopoly properties. Robin, Nancy, Jon and Argyle are upstairs smoking weed. Eddie’s helping Steve clean up the mess from the dinner. There’s no music, no instrumental playing, just the kids screaming in the background and a few laughter from upstairs. Steve’s wearing an apron as he washes the dishes and as Eddie sweeps.

Suddenly, there’s music. Soft, sweet, almost like a lullaby. Eddie whips his head to look for where it’s coming from. His ears find Steve, singing as he dries the dishes. And god, Eddie wants to laugh and cry at the same time. Steve is singing Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper and it’s so far from Eddie’s usual genre but he wants it recorded on a cassette for his van so he can listen to it everyday.

It’s a hot Saturday night and he wants this for the rest of his life.

The sky is blue, the grass is green and Eddie Munson is in love with Steve Harrington.

#then they smooch #under the stars #theyre both alive’ #no ones dead #whos dead #who said anything about being dead #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson angst #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie rants #steddie headcanon #steddie fic rec #steddie #daeheadcanons

[lovebugism]

Some blurb with grumpy fem reader and sunshine eddie?

He's constantly flirting with her and she only teases him or talking him down.

One time some cheerleader trying to flirt with Eddie and reader is so possesive, taking his hand and walking away. Eddie is wide-eyed, big smirk on his face and going after her with jumpy steps full of joy.

✶ ┄ SHE'S SO UNUSUAL !

summary: eddie's pretty sure he's loved you since the day he met you. you're pretty sure love is a neurochemical con job pairing: eddie munson / f!reader word count: 2.8k warnings: none? maybe just the faintest hint of angst? a/n: let's play a game of spot the steven universe reference because a clip popped on my tiktok fyp a couple days ago and even though i've never seen it, i simply haven't been able to stop thinking about it <3 anyways thanks so much for your request! hope you enjoy!

( BLURB SLEEPOVER ) | ( MASTERLIST )

Eddie’s pretty sure he’s loved you since before he understood what the word really meant. He didn’t know a lot of things, really, especially not as a lanky-limbed teenager trying hopelessly to navigate puberty in a world filled with assholes and uncertainty.

The only thing he could be certain of was all the love he had for you.

He’s seventeen and hopelessly stupid and you’re beautiful and eons out of his league. He concludes that having the majority of your gen-ed classes has to be fate and that making fun of you is the easiest way to talk to you without feeling like he needs to throw up. 

So he takes to bothering you every day before class and sitting at the table beside you — despite the fact that it had been assigned to someone else at the beginning of the school year — until the teacher ultimately gives up and lets him sit next to you. He pokes fun at your Blondiemerch and how the same She’s So Unusual Cyndie Lauper cassette has been in your walkman for a week straight and the way you dot your eyes with pretty little hearts.

Every joke is sprinkled with the faintest hint of truth, though.

He tells you that he hates Blondie but that the shirt looks good on you, because everything you wear looks good on you. He says it’s hilarious that you can’t seem to listen to anything other than Cyndie Lauper but that he understands because he’s been obsessed with Metallica lately — and that he’d love to show you some of their music sometime. He says only children put hearts over their i’s, but that it's real cute when you do it, when you do anything.

“You’re so annoying,” you inevitably tell him with the roll of your eyes when he tells you exactly that. He can’t tell if the way the corner of your lip quirks up is from a half-concealed smile or a look of disgust.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he shrugs and knocks his leather-clad shoulder with yours. “It’s not my fault that I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you. Actually, now that I think about it, it’s kinda your fault.”

He says it all with a playful lilt to hide how much he means each word. That he’s in love with you and has been since you were in middle school, when he had a godawful buzz cut and loving Rocky Horror Picture Show was your entire personality — at twelve. 

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist,” you argue while you mindlessly jot down notes from the textbook spread open between you, dotting every i with a practiced heart. “Love takes time and work. At the bare minimum, you should at least probably know the other person — and you don’t have a single clue who I am.”

He’s momentarily knocked asunder at your words, at how profound they are. It’s like a century-old philosopher is using a pretty highschool aged girl as a mouthpiece, and it only makes him love you more.

“Well, I could get to know you,” he retorts with a frown. “You just won’t let me.”

“Did you hear anything I just said?” you squint over at him. 

“Yeah. That love takes time,” he echoes and a grin pulls slow at his lips. “Good thing we’ve got all the time in the world, sweetheart.”

When two years fly by, and you’re finally a senior (and Eddie’s repeating his last year of high school over again because the one before it knocked him on his ass), you realize that he wasn’t kidding around. He still tries hopelessly to get to know you and jokes that he’s a second-year senior only because he “didn’t want to leave you behind.”

“Couldn’t just leave you by yourself, sweetheart,” he says with a defiant shake of his head. “No way. Not with Jason Carver and all the other freaks roaming around here.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they’re the freaks here, Eds,” you monotone as you put in the combination for your locker.

He immediately notices the use of the nickname. It took you a year to call him anything other than Munson, and now he’s moving into Eds territory? It feels like his heart might burst. But you don’t seem to notice it so Eddie decides to keep it to himself, like sunshine in his pocket, lest he brings it up and he never gets to hear it again.

He presses a hand to his chest and leans in next to you. “Ouch, babe. I’m wounded. Truly. Sorry for wanting to protect a sweet little thing like you.”

You scrunch your nose and swat his hand away when he tries to squeeze your cheek.

“Some would say I actually need protecting from you.”

 “I am capable of pretty dangerous things, sweetheart.”

“Like what?” you scoff.

Eddie only grins. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You ignore the chill that his words shoot down your spine and pretend to be unbothered by the way they make your heart race. You choose to roll your eyes at him and stuff your arms with textbooks. “You better have a massive dick to back up that attitude, Munson, or people are gonna be real disappointed.”

“And by people you mean you, right?”

“Obviously not,” you monotone.

“Well, joke's on you, I’ve already disappointed everyone I know.”

“That’s not true, Eds—” you shoot back but then swallow the words when you realize you were about to say something too sweet. “There are billions of people in the world you haven’t met yet. There’s still plenty left to disappoint.”

“You’re real sweet, you know that?” he jokes with a smile. “Besides, if you’re really worried about the size of my dick, we can always break out a ruler and, you know, test your theory.”

“Ooh, sorry,” you wince. “I left my magnifying glass at home. Maybe some other time?”

“How about tomorrow?” he answers quickly and easily falls into step with you when you shut your locker and head towards your next class.

“I have a date tomorrow, actually. No can do.”

His heart stops and his throat swells and he forgets what words are for a moment or two. He can only blink at you for a few seconds. “A— A date?”

“Uh-huh. Jason Carver. He asked me out this morning.”

“You’re kidding,” he retorts bitterly with a scowl on his face. Then you start laughing at him and the world starts spinning again. He starts laughing too, but it’s more of a sigh of relief than anything else. “You— You are kidding?”

“Obviously I’m kidding,” you shove him. “Hell will freeze over before I am willingly anywhere around that guy.”

Eddie’s freshly beating heart starts to swell. It feels like more of an honor than it already has been, for you to want to willingly be around him.

“Oh, so you were just trying to make me jealous, then?” he squints over at you.

This time, you’re the stuttering mess as you try to figure out what to say.

He chuckles at you. “Because it worked, sweetheart.”

A couple of months or more go by and graduation nears — well, for you. Eddie’s still hellbent that he’s going to have to repeat another year, but you’ve made it your mission to get him to pass English.

He doesn’t even mind that it means he actually has to do the homework, as long he gets to spend time with you in the Hellfire room after school or share a snack with you at the picnic tables at Forest Hill.

It’s got him living in a state of grandeur. He’s hopelessly deluded, not only that he’s in love with you, but that you’re in love with him. And, for obvious reasons, you know that can’t be true.

Neither of you can be in love because you’re kids and you’re stupid and you don’t know a single damn thing about anything, let alone something as trivial and philosophical as love. It’s a neurochemical con job, everyone knows it. It’s not real.

Everyone thought Nancy and Steve were in love at one point, and then she called him bullshit at a party before fucking off with Jonathan Byers.

Everyone thought Jason and Chrissy were in love, too — that they would be everything Steve and Nancy couldn’t — and then she dumped him in front of the entire school after catching him being an asshole to a bunch of Hellfire club freshmen.

So, obviously, no one knows what love is. 

And by that logic, they can’t know when they’re in it either.

So you chalk up the butterflies and burning cheeks you always get around Eddie to being a dumb teenager who’s lonely and touch starved. Because it’s not love. It just can’t be.

Eddie begs to differ, though, and he swears he’s got the test to prove it.

It’s the spring assembly at Hawkins High, which means everyone’s gathered in the gymnasium on bleachers that are not nearly big enough to accommodate everyone, doing fuck all and grateful for not having to do any actual work. 

The cheerleaders do a couple of dances, the basketball team prances around the court — it’s all hopelessly pedestrian as far as you’re concerned.

You and the rest of Hellfire are located at the very top of the bleachers, as far away as you possibly can be from whatever the hell is going on below you. It checks out, though, because everyone else opts to keep their distance from the lot of you, too.

And you’re not exactly sure how the conversation started, but somehow you end up talking about crushes, and Eddie makes the too bold proclamation that you’ve got the fattest crush on him of all people.

“Leave her alone!” Dustin scolds him over the band, the only one actually trying to stick up for you. “Maybe this is something you should discuss, I don’t know, in private?”

You roll your eyes. “There’s no need. Because I don’t have a crush on you, Eddie Munson,” you tell him, stern and unwavering, as you squint over at him. Your glare follows the boy as he paces up and down the bleachers, two levels below you. “Sorry to bruise your ego.”

“Oh, so you won’t care if I tell Chrissy that I wanna take her on a date?” he asks you with a knowing grin.

“Why would I care?” you retort, then grumble. “It’s not like she would say yes anyway.”

“Well, she did ask me first.”

That quietens you instantly “…You’re lying.”

“Wanna bet?” he teases and leans down, resting his weight on the seating in front of him, until his face is level with yours. You can smell the nicotine on his breath and the mint gum he smacks between his teeth. 

If you were alone — and in some godawful teenage drama — you might’ve pulled him in for a kiss right there. At least, that’s what your brain tells you to do because your lips have started to tingle just thinking about it.

You hope Eddie hasn’t noticed the way your gaze falls on his own pink, plump, and very kissable ones. But the grin that paints his features then tells you that he has.

You play it off with a stoic expression and crossed arms. “Chrissy going from dating the captain of the basketball team to the town’s local freak would be an unprecedented low.”

“I’ll be sure to tell you all about our trip to Lover’s Lake tomorrow morning, sweetheart, don’t worry your pretty little head,” he promises before rising and spinning on his heels. He makes the trek to the lower level of the bleachers — a feat made more difficult by the crowd and the distance between it and him.

He makes sure to turn and look back at you every now and again, to make sure that you’re still watching him. You are. Of course, you are. And you hope the seething anger in your chest doesn’t show on your face.

“He’s not actually gonna ask her out, right?” Mike wonders.

“No way,” Dustin denies with the shake of his head. “The president of Hellfire can’t date a cheerleader… Right?”

Gareth shrugs. “He’s obviously bluffing.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t do that,” Jeff agrees. He turns to look over at you. “He’s been in love with you since middle school. He just wants to upset you.”

“Well, it’s fucking working,” you grumble under your breath. Your heart races and your vision swims as you watch him near the group of cheerleaders sitting on the floor of the gym. 

You want to believe that he’s bluffing, you really do, but you don’t doubt that Chrissy’s asked him out.

After she dumped Jason, she’d gotten strangely protective over the Hellfire club — constantly making an effort to talk to them all, ensuring that the rest of the school wasn’t acting total assholes around them. Hell, she’s even started being nice to you and you weren't even in the damn club.

She’s been hanging around with Eddie a lot more lately, catching up in the library and ranting about tests between classes. Everyone’s seen it. You’ve seen it. And it’s made you unbelievably jealous. 

Maybe you never noticed it before now because you used to be the only girl interested in talking to Eddie. But now he’s got the head cheerleader around to keep him company, to ask him out on fucking dates, and it leaves you seething in your rage.

And if love is anger, then you’re head over heels for Eddie Munson.

You rise suddenly from your seat and shove your way through the bleachers, muttering lackluster excuse me’s under your breath as you go and elbowing those who refuse to get out of your way. 

You reach Eddie just before he’s about to tap on Chrissy's shoulder. You take that hand and nearly jerk it from its socket the way you pull at him. Eddie is stunned, for all of half a second, thinking it must’ve been a fuming Jason Carver at the force of the grip around him. 

But it’s just you, all but dragging him out of the gymnasium with the strength of ten men in one angry teenage girl, and it makes him smile so hard it hurts.

He traps the grin between his teeth and locks eyes with the rest of Hellfire from across the room. He brings two fingers to his forehead in salute before he’s pulled out of the gym entirely.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he teases as you lead him down a long hallway. “Thought you didn’t give a shit if I asked her out?”

You don’t respond to his teasing. You just keep tugging him by his wrist through the empty school. He’s not even sure if you’re even breathing just now, or if you’re moving strictly on autopilot and rage.

You shove him into Mr. Kamisnky’s vacant classroom and lock the door behind you.

Eddie’s chest rises and falls with the heavy breath he exhales. “Well, shit, sweetheart... If I knew making you jealous was all I needed to do to get you alone, I would’ve done it a long time ago—”

“Say you didn’t mean it,” you interject, less than amused at his teasing.

“…What?”

“That you wanted to take Chrissy on a date,” you elaborate with arms crossed over your chest, protecting yourself, your heart. “Say you didn’t mean it.”

And Eddie laughs. He fucking laughs. Like everything’s a joke to him, like the mere thought of you being heartbroken over him liking Chrissy is funny to him.

It’s not. Well, at least not that bit. It’s laughable to him that you would even think he wanted anybody but you after he’s spent so many years fawning over you.

“Of course, I didn’t mean it,” Eddie scoffs. He tries to take a few steps closer to you, but you back away, not believing him. He softens. “I just wanted to make you jealous, sweetheart. I didn’t wanna… hurt your feelings.”

“Well, you did,” you monotone.

The boy’s brows furrow. “Hurt your feelings or make you jealous?”

“…Yes.”

A smile pulls slow at his lips. He tries to hide it but fails miserably. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I just wanted to see how you would react. And I am very pleased by this reaction… Even though my wrist feels like it’s broken.”

“Sorry,” you murmur to yourself, already embarrassed at how angry you’d gotten.

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie declines with the shake of his head. This time when he walks toward you, you don’t back away from him. You even let him take your elbows in his hands and rub his thumbs over your warmed and jealousy-prickled skin.

“Actually, you know what, do be sorry,” he corrects playfully. “And make it up to me by taking me out. Somewhere fancy.”

You purse your lips to the side in attempts to hide your smile. 

“Benny’s Burgers?” you offer after a moment.

“Ooh. Burgers, fries, a milkshake, and a hot date?" he lists with a nod of approval. "You really know how to get a guy to swoon, don't ya sweetheart?”

#published by bug #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie spaghetti drabble #st drabbles #bug's blurb sleepover

[queenimmadolla]

Hot take, but not really, Eddie Munson isn’t a music taste basher, lol.

Eddie wouldn’t give a fuck if you listened to Madonna, Earth, Wind & Fire, Cyndi Lauper, Michael Jackson, Bobby Brown, ABBA, etc. Doesn’t think there’s a single thing wrong with that. They may not be his favorite genre/groups/singers, but he’s clearly interested in music so he’s listened to them before. Probably listens to all kinds of music on the radio but PRIMARILY Heavy Metal. That’s where he thrives.

Yeah, Eddie isn’t a music taste basher. In fact, more often than not, he’s gotta defend his taste in music against others. Hates that shit, wouldn’t do it to anyone else.

This is literally canon.

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things headcanons

[hardboiledleggs]

Hawkins High Prom, 1985

Howdy gang, it's been a minute. This is a quick little oneshot I whipped up for the lovely @imnotokayhru based on this post of theirs. TW for a tiny bit of internalized homophobia and bad teenage dancing lol

The Munson Doctrine does not allow for attending high school prom, especially without a date. Jeff had just begged so hard, and Eddie Munson was, at his core, a weak man. Secretly, he’d been hoping to see what prom was like, and it turned out that it sucked hard. So now he was here, surrounded by crepe paper and sweaty teenagers, and listening to Cyndi Lauper and Blondie.

Jeff’s date, a quiet girl from his biology class, had dragged him onto the dance floor almost an hour ago. Gareth had been too young to go to prom, and Grant had flat-out refused, so now Eddie was stuck here by himself watching the teenage population of Hawkins try to moonwalk. Hello, therapy.

A third glare from the chaperoning Mrs. Click forced Eddie to move from his hiding place near the wrestling mat. He had been slowly revolving around the room, doing his best to keep away from Higgins, but apparently his tactic of standing completely still and looking bored was suspicious to the teachers for some reason.

Just then, Mr. Mundy abandoned his post by the door to the boys’ locker room, yelling “Hands, Hagan! Let me see your hands!” as he went.

Spotting his chance, Eddie dodged a decidedly drunk Tammy Thompson and hurried into the locker room. He breathed out a sigh of relief as the door shut behind him and muffled the DJ.

He checked his watch. Still too early for the damn thing to be over. He debated trying to escape through the vents briefly before realizing that he wouldn’t know which direction to crawl in and might die up there. It would be really funny if his corpse fell out of the ceiling during O’Donnell’s class, though.

Eddie gazed at the lockers for another moment before inspiration struck. Hadn’t he sold to all these asshole jocks one hundred times? Surely, at least one of them kept their stash in their gym locker.

He hurried over to the first locker and pinched his nose, anticipating the smell of sweaty jock straps and unwashed ass to assault him. His senses were pleasantly surprised when the locker betrayed only a faint floral scent that vaguely reminded him of his mom.

Eddie rifled through the contents. Extra socks, a basketball uniform, and a pair of Adidas sat at the bottom. The top shelf had deodorant, hair gel, a tin of moisturizer, and a can of Farrah Fawcett hair spray. Eddie snorted. No weed, just the sports paraphernalia of a very fussy member of the basketball team.

“Uh, hey. That’s my locker you’re stealing from.”

Eddie swore loudly and straightened up, smacking his head against the shelf of the locker. Tears sprang to his eyes and he staggered backward, clutching the top of his head. His would-be thievery victim started to apologize, and that was when Eddie looked up and recognized the very famous head of hair.

“Is it still stealing if I was doing my civic duty and just planning on removing any illegal substances I found during my snooping?” Eddie muttered as he rubbed the spot where a bruise was already forming.

“Unless you became a cop and didn’t tell anyone, I’m pretty sure theft is still theft,” Harrington snorted.

“I’m no pig, Steve-O. Just a guy looking for weed.”

“In that case, let’s try Hagan’s locker,” Harrington said as he crossed to the other side of the locker room. He let out a little “Aha!” of triumph and tossed a bag across the room that Eddie caught with one hand.

He slumped down with his back against Harrington’s locker and stuck his feet out in front of him, trying to ignore the way the tiles looked. Harrington crossed the room, hesitating for only a second before he flopped down next to Eddie, not quite touching, but sitting close enough that it would be easy to pass the joint Eddie was carefully rolling between the two of them.

“I’m assuming you’re planning on sharing?” Harrington quirked an eyebrow at him. He didn’t seem to notice that his very nice black suit was in contact with the biohazard that was the Hawkins High boys’ locker room floor.

“Of course, my liege. I always share the spoils of war with my fellow countrymen,” Eddie quipped. He passed the joint to Steve for the first hit, digging in his pocket for his lighter.

His companion took a deep breath, letting the smoke sit in his lungs before breathing out and passing the joint to Eddie. Eddie tried not to notice the way the wisps of smoke curled from between his lips and took a drag.

“Would’ve thought you would have your own weed for this thing, Munson. Isn’t this kinda your territory?”

Eddie scoffed. “I may be repeating my senior year but I’m not an idiot. Higgins would lose his mind if he caught me dealing at prom.”

Steve threw his head back and laughed. His already-nice face was so much nicer when he laughed. It made him look younger, much less like the haggard boy who sometimes showed up to their shared history class with dark circles under his eyes.

They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, swapping the joint back and forth. Eddie picked at a hole in the leg of the dress pants Wayne had lent him, wondering why Harrington was being so nice to him and if he could push his luck.

“So, Farrah Fawcett, huh?” he said with a wry grin. Steve’s cheeks flamed with color.

“Hey, I’m swearing you to secrecy here. All of this-” he gestured at his ridiculous poofy hair, “-is only achieved with a very specific routine, okay? This stuff is the real deal.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” Eddie grinned. “Speaking of secrets, why are you hiding in the locker room when you should be out there, in your element?”

Steve frowned. He actually looked uncomfortable.

“Well, my date started dancing with Hargrove when I went to piss, so…” he trailed off. “Guess I figured I’d wait out the dance in here while she had fun. This really isn’t my element anymore, anyway.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “How did you pick a girl stupid enough to ditch you, Harrington? Did you ask your cousin or something?”

Steve pressed his lips together, suppressing a smile.

“No, jackass. I think she just thought it would make her look cooler to come with a date and I was available. Whatever, it’s fine, I didn’t even like her that much. She wore this ridiculous dress that pushes her boobs together so hard it looks like they’re going to pop out.”

Eddie cackled at that. He could already feel the contented stupor from the weed seeping into his system.

“If it makes you feel better, I came alone. Or, I guess I came as the third wheel who can’t dance so he got left by the snack table,” he shrugged.

Steve glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

“What do you mean, you can’t dance?” he asked. “Everyone can dance. You just have to sway around in a circle with your arms around somebody. Have you never slow-danced at a school dance before?”

Eddie shook his head. “C’mon, Harrington. Nobody wants to dance with the freak.”

Steve slapped his knee and stood up abruptly. He held his hand out to Eddie, who stared up at him from the ground.

“Would you like to dance with me?”

Eddie gaped up at him. Harrington actually looked nervous.

“Be serious. You don’t want to dance with me. What, is Hagan hiding in the showers, ready to punch me for agreeing to this like some queer?” Eddie snapped.

Steve’s face fell a bit, but he still grabbed Eddie’s hand and hauled him to his feet.

“I’m not even friends with Tommy Hagan anymore, Munson. Come on, I like this song.”

The intro to George Michael’s Careless Whisper filters through the door to the locker room. Eddie hesitantly wraps his hands around Steve’s neck and shivers when a large pair of hands settle at his waist.

They swayed together slowly. Eddie couldn’t bring himself to look Steve in the eyes, so he busied himself with counting the moles on his neck. George Michael crooned about his guilty feet as they revolved around the locker room.

“See. This isn’t so bad, is it?” Steve whispered into his hair. They had drifted unconsciously closer as they danced, and now they were only a few inches apart.

He pulled back a bit to force Eddie to make eye contact with him. Eddie forced the blush that was fighting to rise to his cheeks back down and smiled.

“I would say it’s the best dance I’ve ever had, but I don’t have anything to compare it to,” he admitted.

“Well, I do, and I agree,” Steve said. “Don’t sell yourself short, you’re a very good dancer.”

Eddie grinned.

“Don’t let me get too cocky, Stevie. I might think you actually like me.”

“And if I said I did?” Steve asked seriously.

“I-I’d tell you that you probably don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie stammered.

Their eyes met again. Steve had a worried little crease between his eyebrows that Eddie registered as very cute in the back of his mind. They continued to sway even as Eddie’s hands began to sweat. Steve’s expression cleared suddenly, as if he had made up his mind about something.

“Stop me if this is, I mean, if I’m doing the wrong thing, okay?” he murmured.

He lifted the hand that had been on Eddie’s waist and cupped his cheek. Eddie felt his heart fall out of his chest and settle somewhere near his stomach. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut and he started to lean forward.

Tonight the music seems so loud, I wish that we could lose this crowd.

Eddie’s lips parted in a hastily stifled gasp as Steve Harrington kissed him. His own eyes slid shut as their lips met. Everything melted away: the smell of the locker room, the harshness of the fluorescent overhead lights behind his eyelids, even his own nerves squirming in his stomach. There was nothing but the press of Steve’s soft lips against his own and the pressure of his hand against Eddie’s face.

Far too quickly, Steve pulled back. Eddie stared at him, wide-eyed with shock.

“That was okay, right? That I did that?” Steve asked softly.

“Uh, um, yes yeah definitely. Definitely okay.”

Steve grinned at him. It was so infectious that Eddie couldn’t help smiling back. He was still cradling Eddie’s face gently in his warm hand.

“Then would it be weird if I asked you if you wanted to sneak out of here with me and drive around for a bit? I don’t really feel like going back to prom,” Steve said.

“I’m all yours, big boy,” Eddie replied breathlessly.

Steve twined their fingers together and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips. Then he tugged Eddie toward the door, laughing. It was the most beautiful thing Eddie had ever seen.

~~~

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[stranger-nightmare]

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

Paring: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: reader has a nightmare about the time she nearly lost Eddie, she now finally confronts him about the events of that near fatal day. Eddie apologies and provides comfort in the best way possible…

Warnings: angst, nightmares, mention of injuries, character ‘death’ (in nightmare), smut, masturbation (f receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), cream pie, bit of cockwarming, minors DNI

A/N: title is of course from Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper! this came to me one night as I was falling asleep so I just had to turn it into a lil something, I hope you guys like it!! <33

also I didn’t proofread this at all bc I honestly couldn’t be bothered so sorry if there’s any mistakes lmao

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

You blink rapidly as you try to make sense of the scene in front you. The sky booms with thunder, lightening the colour of blood piercing through the sky. Above you the sky is alive with dark shapes, blood curdling screeches following the shapes as they dive through the air. It doesn’t take you long to realise where you were.

Back in the upside down.

Panic settles in your chest as you look around frantically, your eyes scanning your surroundings, seeking a way to escape. The demobats flying above you were on their way down, gaining ground quickly as they made their way towards you.

It’s then that you hear a yell cut through the storm.

“HEY!! COME ON!!!”

The demobats swerve course quickly, diverting straight towards the direction of the inviting yell. Your eyes dart in that direction and you feel your heart drop when you spy the man behind the voice.

Eddie.

You feel your breath stop in throat, your mouth opening in a silent scream. Your ears ring, the chaos suddenly melting into a loud high pitched whistle in your ears. The world goes dark around you expect for the scene right in front of you. It was as if someone had a filter over your vision, highlighting only the carnage that unfolded in front of you. You feel the scream burn your throat as tears sting your eyes, your entire body alive with pain as you watch on helplessly, your legs moving uselessly slow.

The demobats swoop down, knocking Eddie to the floor. The last thing you hear is his ear-splitting scream of pain just before the bats obscure him from your view completely.

The sound of Eddie’s screams, the ripping and tearing of his flesh: somehow it’s louder than the thunder booming above you. You desperately try to race over to him, but the distance seems to be distorted, like the ground was stretching underneath you, pulling you even further away from the man you loved.

Another scream lodges in your throat when you manage to look through a gap in the demobats. Eddie’s face, bloody and pale. His large dark eyes, always so alive with joy and happiness, now dull and lifeless. You feel as though your soul, the very fibre of your being, is ripped from you as you look on at your dead lover. Pain like you’d never experienced before flares you through as everything fades to black…

You sit up suddenly with a loud gasp, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your frantic breathing. Your hand clutches to your chest, feeling your heart as it races behind your rib cage, threatening to combust all together.

“Hey hey hey, what happened?” You hear someone grumble sleepily behind you.

You feel a warm hand rub at your back as the sleepy boy next to you sits up and pulls you into his chest. You can’t help it as you begin to sob against his body. He rubs his hands up and down your back, making gentle shushing noises as he kisses the top of your head.

“What happened?” Eddie mumbles against your temple after you’d finally started to calm down.

You shake your head lightly, taking a deep shuddering breath.

“It- it was just a nightmare” you sniff, suddenly feeling ridiculous.

Eddie gives you a light squeeze, placing another kiss to the top of your head.

“You wanna talk about it?” He yawns softly.

You shuffle back in his grip, looking up at his face. He blinks at you sleepily, flashing you a soft, gentle, and lazy smile. You feel a small smile tug at your own lips as you look at him.

Until the image from your nightmare flashes across your brain. Eddie’s face, covered in blood, his eyes dark and dull. Lifeless.

Your breath hitches as another sob lodges in your throat. You close your eyes as you try to force the image from your head. You feel one of Eddie’s hands cup your face.

“Hey hey” he whispers softly. “What is it? Baby, just talk to me, please” his thumb strokes your cheek, wiping away the tears that stained your skin.

You shake your head lightly as you take another trembling breath.

“I- just- just promise me something” you sigh through your rattled breathing

A small hint of confusion flashes across his face but he indulges you nonetheless.

“Anything, sweetheart” he whispers earnestly.

“Promise me you won’t ever leave me” you sniff.

He flashes you a small crooked smile, confusion veiled behind his eyes. He lets out half a chuckle before stopping short when he sees your entirely serious demeanour. His face falls to become as serious as yours and he nods at you.

“What’s brought this on?” He asks gently.

“Just promise me” you squeak, your voice cracking.

He nods lightly again, keeping his eyes on yours.

“I promise baby, I promise. I’m not going anywhere” he hums, stroking the back of your head with his other hand, pulling you back into his chest. “I’ll never leave you.”

For some reason you feel a sudden surge of anger bubble in your chest. Your hands ball into tight fists against his bare chest.

“Except you did” you seethe before you can stop yourself.

Eddie pulls back to look at you, a soft quizzical expression on his face.

“You did leave me. You left me and you damn near didn’t come back” you hit your fists down onto his chests in frustration, not enough to actually hurt him but definitely enough to emphasise your point.

“W- what are you talking about?” He asks gently, his eyebrows furrowing as his smile falters slightly.

“In the upside down” you bite back. “When you went after those demobats. When you fucking left me. And Dustin. When you damn near got yourself killed” you can barely get the words out between the cries that threatened to escape you.

“Baby I-“ Eddie stammers, unsure of what to say under your intense glare.

You just shake your head as more tears roll down your cheeks.

“You nearly got yourself killed just trying to serve your hero complex” you seethe.

You see hurt flash across Eddie’s face as he shakes his head again.

“That’s not what that was” he whispers. “I just wanted to help” he sounds close to tears himself.

“We’d already helped!” You snapped. “We’d done our part. All we needed to do was go back up the rope. Back to safety. But no. No, you decided to run right back into that shit fest” another sob racks through you. “And you damn near... died because of it” your voice breaks completely, your sentence jagged between your sobs. “You nearly left me all alone” you wheeze almost inaudibly.

“Baby...” he tries to tilt your head to look at him but you pull away, sniffing and keeping your eyes trained on the bed beneath you.

“It wasn’t like that” he tries desperately to explain. “It wasn’t about leaving you, I- I just felt like I needed to do more. Once I knew you were safe I just wanted to do everything I possibly could to help the others as well. I- I mean, isn’t that what you would’ve wanted? To give our friends a fighting chance?” He stammers.

You look at him earnestly, shaking your head lightly.

“Listen to me, Eddie. I love those people. So much. They are my best friends in the world. I love them more than I thought I could ever love friends” you tell him with a tiny smile before both your face and your voice take a serious edge. “But if it ever came to choosing between them and you, I would choose you. Time after time. You got that?”

He looks at you, a mixture of sadness and adoration painting his face.

“I’m sorry” is all he manages to say through his own tears. “I’m sorry” he reaches out for your face again, his palm caressing your cheek.

You lean into his touch, your eyes closing and focus on the feeling of his thumb once again stroking your skin.

“I just- I can’t lose you” you squeak.

“I know baby, I’m sorry” he leans forward to kiss between your eyebrows before leaning his forehead against your own. “I’m sorry” he breathes again.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, foreheads and noses pressed together, breathing slowing as you cling on to each other. After a short while Eddie tilts his head until his mouth brushes against yours gently. His lips press against yours softly, as if he was asking for permission. It reminded you of your first kiss with him, how soft and gentle he was, never wanting to push you too far. Your lips warm up to his slowly, the kiss gradually growing more and more intense.

You sigh into his mouth, your lips parting slightly. Eddie groans softly in response. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss even further. You moan quietly, pushing your chest closer to Eddie’s as you respond to his silent question, quietly begging him to deepen this kiss, to take things further.

He keeps things slow and soft, even as he does slide his tongue into your mouth, pulling at the back of your head to tilt your face, deepening the kiss as his lips mould against yours. He cups the back of your head as he slowly lowers you down onto the mattress, twisting his body until his chest is hovering above yours. The hand not cupping your head moves to your hip, pushing up the shirt of his you were wearing until his thumb swiped across your bare skin. You shiver lightly, goosebumps rising on your skin as his thumb rubs small circles into your hip.

You moan pathetically into his mouth when you feel his hand move from your hips to slowly dip under the waistband of the small panties you were wearing. Eddie swallows the gasp that parts your lips when two of his fingers dip between your folds. A light shudder rolls through your body when you feel his fingers swipe between your folds. He circles your entrance a few times, collecting your wetness, before dragging it back up towards you clit.

“Eddie” you mouth inaudibly as Eddie starts to circle your clit softly.

“Shhh, baby. Just let me take care of you. Let me be here for you” he whispers hotly against your mouth, another shiver going through your body. “Let me show you I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie keeps his fingers moving, rubbing your clit slowly and gently, applying just the right amount of pressure. His lips leave yours as he moves to kiss and bite across your jaw, moving down to your pulse point. When he reaches the point just below your jaw he bites you gently, causing another moan to leave your throat.

You whimper as his fingers increase their speed. Your body arches, your hips bucking to meet his touch as your body comes alive with pleasure. His mouth leaves hot, wet kisses across your throat, his teeth occasionally pulling at your skin, leaving an artwork of bruises across your delicate neck. Your body ignites with pleasure, but you can feel your pussy clench over nothing. You’re overcome with the want, the need, to be full.

“Eddie, please” you mewl, nudging your nose against his cheek.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you baby” he whispers.

You shake your head, moving your hand to grip the hair at his nape. You pull on his hair, directing his face back to yours, your lips ghost over his as you pant lightly.

“No,” you whimper frantically. “I need you… need you inside me,” you rub your nose against his. “Please, please Eddie,” your voice cracks as you say his name.

“Oh fuck,” he groans under his breath before he leans forward to kiss you deeply again. “Don’t worry my love, I’m gonna take care of you. Gonna take such good care of you baby” he promises quickly.

You can feel him rutting against you, his hardened cock bumping against your hip as he practically humps your side. He keeps kissing you, his tongue tasting yours as he tugs your panties down your legs, your hips wiggling to help as he tosses your underwear aside. He only breaks the kiss for a second as he tugs the shirt of his you wearing over your head.

He places a quick kiss to your nose before he shifts to pull his own boxers off, throwing them to join your panties on the floor. His hard and leaking cock springs free, the tip red and swollen, aching with need. You moan at the sight of it, sitting up to grab Eddie’s neck with your hands again, pulling him back to your face, his lips crashing against yours. You fall back slowly, the kiss never breaking, as he positions himself on top of you, his hips slotting just above yours.

His hand slips between your bodies, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your waiting pussy. You whine into his mouth when he drags his tip through your folds, collecting the wetness that had pooled there whilst he’d touched you. A shiver rolls through Eddie’s body as he finally pushes the head of his cock inside you. You gasp, your body arching, your tits pushing up against his bare chest as he gently sinks inside you.

He lets out a grunt as he bottoms out, his hips bumping against yours as he sits deeply inside you.

“Eddie,” you plead with a whimper, biting and tugging on his bottom lip as you silently ask him to start moving.

“Fuck, you always feel so good baby” he groans under his breath as his hips begin to move. “So fucking tight.”

He sets a slow and languid pace, focusing on depth instead of speed with his strokes. Your back aches again, your hips pushing up to meet his. Your head pushes back into the mattress, head rolling to the side as your brain becomes foggy with all things Eddie. His smell. His taste. The feeling of his skin against yours, his chest against yours. His hair tickling your skin as his lips ghost over your throat. The sounds of your moans, his groans, and your shared heavy breathing. The wet sounds of him fucking in and out of you.

“Eddie” you whine, locking your legs behind him, pressing him harder into you.

You were overwhelmed with a desperate need for him to be closer. Closer. Impossibly close. Your hands paw at his shoulders, pulling him against you, your nails surely leaving crescent shaped dents in his skin.

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here” he murmurs against your jaw. He lifts his head to meet your eyes, his forehead resting on yours again.

“I’m not going anywhere” he whispers fervently, his lips meeting yours in a messy and desperate kiss again.

You nod lightly as another tear slips down your cheek. Your lips part from Eddie’s as another moan tears through you. Eddie was pushing deep inside you, rolling his hips against yours, the tip of his cock brushing that special spot inside you with each snap of his hips.

“You promise?” Your voice cracks, from pleasure or from tears you’re not sure.

“Mmm” he hums as he runs his nose up your throat. “I couldn’t ever leave you,” you feel him smirk against your skin. “Couldn’t ever give up this sweet ass," he chuckles softly, giving the side of your ass a light smack. “Or this perfectly tight pussy,” he adds with a wink, grunting between each word as he continues fucking into you.

“Eddie,” you groan, chastising him softly as you smack the back of his shoulder lightly.

Eddie smiles down at you before taking one of your arms and lifting it above your head. He pins it to the mattress, letting his fingers interlace with yours. He leans down to kiss the crook of your elbow as his arm holds yours down.

“I promise” he whispers seriously with a shaky breath.

You nudge his head with yours until he tilts his chin to connect his lips with yours once again. He kisses you sloppily and desperately, both of your lips trembling as he starts to increase the pace of his hips.

“I love you” you whimper against his lips.

“I know baby” he pants. “I love you too. I’m sorry” he apologises softly again.

You feel his eyebrows furrow as his forehead rests against yours, his face twisting in pleasure as his hips start to falter in their rhythm. His hand shakes, his fingers squeezing you hard where he still pinned your hand into the mattress. You can tell he’s close as he tries to slow down his pace, pulling his focus into bringing you closer to your own climax before he even thought about finishing himself.

Eddie puts all his weight into the hand holding yours, pushing your hand almost uncomfortably hard into the mattress. You feel his other hand slip between your bodies, his fingers searching until he finds your clit. Your arch up into him, another moan flying from your lips as he starts up his circling motion from before. The pleasure surges in your body, both from his fingers and from the head of his cock repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside you. Eddie pants and grunts loudly, desperately holding back his own orgasm as he coaxed you towards your own. Your stomach tightens into a knot, a pressure building in your groin as your climax builds and builds, seconds away from breaking point.

“Ahh, fuck” he breathes shakily as your pussy involuntarily clenches around him. “Shit baby, you feel so fucking good” he croaks.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum” he practically cries, his voice weak and strained. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, are you close baby? Want you to cum with me, need you to cum” he practically begs as he loses his face in your neck.

Eddie's hips stutter, his entire body tensing as you feel dick twitch inside you. His entire body shakes, his fingers trembling as he desperately keeps up his circles on your clit. His grunts and profanities are loud in your ear as he keeps fucking you through his own high, brining you closer to your own high just as he bottoms out inside you, pushing his cum as deep as possible inside you.

“Oh Eddie, fuck” you whine as your own climax finally crashes over you.

He groans deeply again as your cunt flutters around him, clenching as your body convulses with each wave of your orgasm. Eddie keeps fucking you slowly as you both ride out your highs, his fingers languidly playing with your clit. He only stops his circling movement when your body start to jerk involuntarily with the overstimulation. He thrusts his hips into you a few more times you moan when you feel his cum start to leak out of you; Eddie essentially slowly and gently fucks his own cum out of you.

When he finally stops his thrusts he looks down at you softly, a warm smile adorning his face. Behind his smile you can see the sadness that still lingers there; the worry that you were still upset with him. You didn’t need to hear him speak to see all the emotions he conveyed with his big, brown eyes. I’m sorry for what I did. For my stupid, heroic bullshit. I love you. I’ll never leave you again. I love you. I love you.

You smile back at him, letting your own silent dialogue flash in your eyes. I forgive you. I love you. Don’t ever pull that kind of shit again. I love you.

Eddie’s smile broadens as he understands your silent words. He leans down and kisses you again before he slowly flips the two of you over, placing you on top of him. He manoeuvres you gently with intent, careful to keep his cock sat inside you as he rolls to lie on his back. You’re about to climb off him, to get cleaned up, when his hands suddenly grab onto your waist.

“No no no wait” he rambles quickly, pulling you back down into his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a bear hug. “Stay here for a bit” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head. “Just wanna stay here, with you, like this” he whispers, his hands rubbing up and down your back gently.

You sigh and roll your eyes playfully, but you don’t fight it. You slump against his chest, your arms wrapping around his torso, placing a quick peck to his collarbone.

“Mmmm I’m definitely not going anywhere” he hums, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Gonna stay sat inside this perfect pussy forever” he mumbles, smirking and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You giggle softly as Eddie lifts his head to pepper kisses across your neck, chuckling lightly with you.

The feeling of Eddie lying underneath you, chest to chest, bare skin against your own, his slowly softened cock still sheathed inside you. You have to admit, you think you probably really could spend the rest of all time just like this.

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A/N: lmao at this was supposed to be just a lil angst fic but I could not resist the urge to add smut and turn it into a full on smangst fest! I can’t help it, I’m just such a slut for smangst honestly! so yeah I hope you guys liked this <33

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[masterofmunson]

promises, promises masterlist

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, accuses you of cheating on him due to your strange behavior. If only you could tell him you were hunting interdimensional monsters instead.

Word Count: 38.4k+ completed

Series Warnings: language, murder, violence, smut, and other warnings typical of strangers things not otherwise stated. 

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Listen While Reading: painkiller by beach bunny, after dark by mr. kitty, separate ways by journey, washing machine heart by mitski, save a prayer by duran duran, time after time by cyndi lauper, missing you by john waite, love will tear us apart by joy division, this love by taylor swift, the archer by taylor swift, eddie my love by the chordettes, hope ur ok by olivia rodrigo, safe and sound by taylor swift and the civil wars, everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears, mad world by tears for fears

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[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 3

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‘ok. ok! you just, you just gotta be cool munson. be casual. chill. just like, vibe, yeah? yeah. no more funny business.’ eddie holds his fists up to himself in the dinky bathroom mirror. a couple of jabs, a quick one two, that’ll clear his head.

clear his head enough to go out and deal with steve fucking harrington again and his stupid stupid face and neck and tongue and like pretty fucking ankle bones. fucker.

see eddies not blind, and he’s not that dumb, he knows he flirts with steve and he knows steve flirts back. he just. cant deal with it just yet. it’s like every time he’s around the guy he blacks out and resurfaces red faced and half hard. but the point at which his vision fades and all hell breaking loose seems to vary so completely that he can’t stop it happening.

their conversations will start normal, a jolly lark, a guffaw here, a story there but then bam! someone said or did something that shifted his functioning brain capacity from 60% on a good day to like -5% and that’s being generous.

he just can’t get his ratty little self to either 1) stop liking steve harrington in a gay, gay, homosexual way. or 2) accept that someone like steve harrington could possibly like aforementioned rat himself eddie munson and actually process his feeling into a reaction that’s more than; red, red, half a boner, sweaty palms, red.

so he took a second to hide in the bathroom. that’s fine, that’s kind even. self care, as robin likes to say when she paints her nails on top of steve’s head when he sits on the computer at work. he likes to make the chair super low because apparently it helps his posture and he need to keep an eye on his posture or else he’ll end up like his great uncle melvin, or something.

self care time is over however because robins knocking on the little bathroom door, hollering about needing to get home to practice for her english presentation tomorrow. so it’s time for eddie to put his big boy pants back on and get in steve’s car.

eddie full body shudders.

‘finish writing you sad boy poems on the stall walls in there? roses are red, violets are blue, i like big dumb jock boys but can’t seem to accept they like me too, even if my very cool very in the know friend robin tells me too. hm?’ robin slings an arm over his shoulder and steers him back to the table.

eddie sniffs, crossing his arms ‘that last bit doesn’t rhyme so, i will be ignoring all of it. F for u buckbey.’

‘not everything has to rhyme perfectly u know. it can still fit together just fine as it is.’ she tugs on one of his curls before slipping back into steve side, finishing off the last of his milkshake and hauling him out of the booth because she ‘has shit to do dingus.’

too smart for her own good that chick. eddie loves her. he’s also going to move away and never talk to her ever again, maybe steal her collection of berets too, become a hat guy, once he reinvents himself. yeah.

steve is putting a few bills on the table, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. ‘just fries tonight ed’s? that makes you kind of a cheap date don’t you think?’ tapping eddie under the chin before following robin to the door, smacking his palm on the frame above on the way out. because of course he does, the neanderthal. all broad shoulders and biceps and ass.

there a second where eddie thinks steve could smack him like that but then he feels his vision spotting. can a guy not catch a break around here? jesus!

the car ride is a blissful reprieve due to cyndi lauper coming on, which had steve and robin performing a duet. which then needed to be tweaked and discussed in detail ready for the next time that specific song came on the radio.

it was honestly nice to watch. eddie had walked to family video that day because his van keeps playing up after it’s stint hidden in the woods. poor girl just needs a day off once in a while so eddie walks and then listens to car duets from two very much none singers. but it nice. makes his heart all yucky and warm.

until robin is leaving. leaving him alone to be a big nerd with a future. leaving him alone to make a fool of himself again. his ego is big and he likes to keep it that way.

‘you coming up here then’ steve shifts slightly, looking as far as he can over his shoulder at eddie huddled behind the drivers seat. ‘no’ he squeaks because last time steve got all up in his face getting his tape box out of the glove compartment. rifling through it while it was on eddies lap. so close eddie could smell the apple from his shampoo and the cigarette they’d shared earlier.

self care.

‘ooh you want the full harington taxi service do you? i see, well then govna, where too is it?’ steve tips his invisible cap and has the most awful cockney accent eddies ever heard, and he did middle school theatre.

‘geeze, just take me home dude.’ eddie shoves through the gap between the seats, landing heavy in the passenger. crossing his arms and trying to hide his smile behind his hair.

‘there he is. out of the shadows.’ steve tucks some of his curls behind his ear. eddie sees the soft smile out of his peripheral. tries to swallow the cotton in his mouth. steve turn back to the road ‘let’s rock ‘n roll’ he revvs the engine, wiggling his eyebrows, before checking his blind spot and pulling away into a cushy 30mph.

eddie looks out the window and hides his grin in his palm.

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve) part 7 (eddie)

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[ymaohoh]

Chrissy's relationship with the Party headcanons?

EEEEEEEEE yes please. Thanks 'Nonny!

(This is assuming the Chrissy Lives AU)

Nancy - so Chrissy would no doubt be pretty overwhelmed with everything going on so I see Nancy being the one to initially put her at ease and welcome her into the group more. They would already know of each other via school and probably share similar preppy interests (they play Cyndi Lauper LOUD and bop their heads but who gives a shit - they're happy). I see Chrissy being unbelievably impressed by Nancy and her ballsy attitude (and gun collection). Nancy's just happy for another girl around the place. They become firm allies.

View on Hellcheer: Nancy knew from the beginning okay? She's the one who speaks to Chrissy about it 1-1 and is happy for them. She probably takes an active role in getting them together.

Jonathan - i like the idea of Chrissy and Jonathan getting along quietly in the background. There's a lot of loud personalities so she'd feel calmed in Jonathan's quiet presence. He doesn't really know how to interact with her at first (brain glitch) but she asks about photography and he patiently shows her how to load the camera and develop in the dark room (I kind of love the idea of Chrissy getting into photography for some reason). He captures a candid photo of her, Robin, and Nancy smiling together and presents it as a 'welcome to the crazy' gift.

View on Hellcheer: Jonathan is completely oblivious until he sees them sucking face. He's happy for them - it's nice to see another mix-matched couple making a go at it.

Steve - so on paper Steve and Chrissy would make a hella' cute couple and Chrissy definitely had a crush on Steve during her freshman year (who didn't?). Steve knows of Chrissy Cunningham and kind of treats her as a bit of a damsel in distress at first but they soon become easy friends and she's happily surprised to discover his caring babysitter side. He's instantly flirty with Chrissy (which annoys certain party members) but they know it's just banter (he's probably the most considerate/protective of Chrissy out of all the girls). They're both from similar backgrounds so they'd understand one another's hang ups easy peasy.

View on Hellcheer: How the fuck did Munson pull that off? (he's happy for them though)

Robin - Robin is so so so happy for another girl around the place. Chrissy isn't sure how to take Robin at first (she's so different from the other girls at school) but they click over similar interests in movies and Chrissy starts seeing Robin as this seriously cool girl (who maybe belongs in a different universe in the future?). They also enjoy pranking Steve. Robin thinks Chrissy is HOT but nothing comes of this as she likes being friends better (and Chrissy clearly has eyes for someone else). I like the idea of Chrissy realising Robin's romantic affections go towards the female variety but she waits for Robin to confide in her. She, Nancy, and Robin make a little trio.

View on Hellcheer: How the fuck did Munson pull that off? (repeat)

Max - i wrote about this in depth here. I think initially Max would give Chrissy some space as she's got a lot on her plate already but they'd bond over their Vecna visions and Max appreciates how much Chrissy wants to help her (she's a good listener too). Chrissy in turn admires Max's no-bullshit attitude and thinks she'd make an excellent lawyer (she'd make grown men tremble in fear). Chrissy is unapologetically very girly but Max finds herself joining in sometimes and learns you can be girly and badass at the same time. Fuck social norms and cliches and all that backwards crap. It's nice to have a break from the guys sometimes too.

(this kind of goes for Eleven as well. Chrissy meets her with Max and understands quickly they are besties - but she likes Eleven and Eleven likes Chrissy's kindness and sincerity. Plus Chrissy paints her nails bright purple and makes them sparkle)

View on Hellcheer: saw it coming a mile off. Nancy may think she noticed it first but Max saw Eddie literally carrying Chrissy into his trailer with his tongue down her throat. She still a bit scarred.

Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Erica: they aren't really sure about Chrissy at first - she's a cheerleader, she's seriously pretty, she was dating the asshole Jason - she's a bit suss overall and they've been bullied by those kind of people, you know? However, Chrissy asks Dustin about D&D and you know what? Game over. Dustin becomes Chrissy's #1 fan and worships the ground she walks on (I've gone into more detail here). Like Steve, Chrissy takes a caring role in the party towards the younger kids and encourages them to take breaks, eat ("Mike, vegetables are important if you want to go full Rambo - you can't just eat chips"), and drink plenty of water. The others soon come 'round and value Chrissy as an excellent party member and they take a bit of a protective role over her too. She's becomes their big (adorable) sister.

(she knew Lucas before, of course, because he plays basketball with Jason and this is enough to make her a bit anxious - but Lucas is nice and down to earth and he smiles and says 'Hey Chrissy' and that anxiety sooooon vanishes)

View on Hellcheer: boy do they wind Eddie up when they notice this. Dustin twigs when Eddie lets Chrissy play whatever music she wants in the van and she gets all blushy whenever Eddie looks her way. They never tease Chrissy though <3

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[puppy-steve]

a piece from my platonic hellcheer roadtrip wip that i want to make some progress on soon

Chrissy rolls over to face him. Eddie can't tell if she's still drunk or not.

She giggles when he reaches over and swipes a thumb under her eye where her eyeliner is smudged and the corners of Eddie's lips tick up in amusement. He lets his hand fall back to the bed and tucks it underneath his pillow.

Chrissy's eyes are starting to droop and just when Eddie thinks she's out, she takes in a sharp breath and shifts under the covers, pulling them under her chin. She looks at Eddie with an unreadable expression.

"Do you think..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, like she doesn't want to disrupt the comfortable silence that's settled between them. It's a stark contrast to how loud she was at the bar and when Eddie dragged her through the door of their hotel room, still drunkenly slurring that Cyndi Lauper song from karaoke.

"And you've taken all you can bare, you call me up because you know I'll be there."

"Alright, superstar," Eddie chuckles fondly as he sits her on the edge of the bed. "I think it's time you hit the hay. You're gonna have a bitch of a hangover in the morning."

He kneels down in front of her and starts unlacing her boots. Her singing stops and Chrissy sits up from where she'd flopped onto her back and gives Eddie a look that he equates to a pouting bunny. "I am not a bitch in the mornings, Theodore Munson."

It startles a laugh out of Eddie so hard that he almost chokes on it. "That's not even remotely close to what I said, but," he gives her an apologetic look, "you kind of are, babe."

It earns him a deserved smack on the head but Chrissy quickly goes back to humming her songs and Eddie is able to get her out of her party clothes and into her pajamas without much fuss.

"You can always call me," she says before he turns the lights out. Her back is turned but her voice is clear. "You know that right? Just like I can always call you."

Eddie blinks, hand froze under the lamp shade. "Of course I know that, Chris," he says after a blip of silence. She doesn't say anything else so Eddie turns the light off and slips under he blankets beside her.

Eddie nudges her socked foot with his own bare one. "Do I think what?"

Chrissy bites her lip like she does when she's nervous. "If we both weren't gay and you weren't dating Steve, do you think we would've worked out?"

The question catches Eddie off guard. "Oh."

Chrissy shakes her head and quickly sits up. "It's a stupid question, I know. I shouldn't have asked–"

"Hey." Eddie grabs her hand before she can get out of bed. "It isn't stupid. Nothing you ever say is stupid, don't say mean things about my best friend."

That gets a watery laugh out of her. Eddie gently gives her hand a pull and Chrissy easily lays back down. The lights stay off because this feels like a lights off kind of conversation.

"I don't know," Eddie says honestly, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. "Maybe. But I think that deep down we would have known we aren't right for each other that way."

Chrissy looks at their hands and nods. "Yeah... Even if it meant figuring this stuff out later, I think I would have liked to try."

A sadness makes a home in Eddie's core. Deep down he knows he never would have been able to give her the kind of love she deserves, but he also knows that Chrissy thinks she doesn't deserve any type of love at all.

So he scoots closer until he's got her pulled into his chest, their arms around each other. "What I do know is that you're my best friend in the whole world. And I know that there isn't a single universe in which I wouldn't find you and make sure you know how much I love you."

He feels Chrissy hug him tighter and he kisses the top of her head.

"You're loved by so many people, Chrissy Cunningham."

#cj talks #chrissy has realized she's a lesbian at this point but she's still very much working through some internalized homophobia here #''i think i would have liked to try'' = #''you're only guy i've ever loved & maybe i could've toughed it out even though we'd both be unhappy & pretending to be someone we're not'' #cj's wips #platonic hellcheer #hellcheer #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham

[genyasglockk]

The whole Vecna squad was writing down their favorite songs just in case. Everyone's giggling and poking fun at each other for their song choices and for a moment, it feels like they're all just normal people, teenagers, hanging out.

Steve passes the paper and pen to Eddie with a small smile. Eddie smirks back, he's so ready to tease Harrington to high hell because he knows he probably put down something by Madonna. He doesn't get the satisfaction though.

"Queen?"

Steve can't help but roll his eyes. "What? What's wrong with Queen?"

"There's nothing wrong with Queen. I just expected something closer to Like a Virgin from you, Harrington. Maybe even some Cyndi Lauper." The shit eating grin on Eddie's face was so wide it almost hurt.

"Well I guess you don't know me as well as you thought, Munson." Steve muttered as he crossed his arms and pouted. Seriously a full on pout. Lips downturned and puckered. Who even was this guy?

"If this had happened a year ago, Steve would've totally had to write down Into The Groove. Seriously man every single time be picked me up for school he was playing that fucking so-" Dustin was interrupted by a shove from Steve's foot. The man was blushing like crazy. Cute.

"Hey. No badmouthing Madonna, asshole. And stop telling everyone my business!"

They went back and forth as Eddie smiled something soft and scribbled down his own favorite song. This felt normal. Things felt ok.

"You're just another sucker ready for a fall"

Eddie's not sure why he was thinking about that moment right now. Maybe it's because it happened less than twelve hours ago and Steve had been ok. He'd been a little roughed up but he was fine. He'd been smiling and talking to Eddie. He was fine. So why was Eddie watching him be lifted up and away from him right now?

There was no warning. Or maybe there had been and Steve was too much of a fucking martyr to tell anyone. Eddie felt helpless as Steve's feet left the ground. Nancy, with her quick reaction time and lack of hesitation, had managed to get the headphones on Steve's head before he started levitating. Dustin was holding on to the Walkman for dear life as the tape inside played.

"You gotta fight from the inside, attack from the rear"

"Ya know, the song is kinda perfect for this. The theme of it is scarily fitting. You plan this somehow, Harrington?"

Steve had laughed when Eddie said that. A beautiful and deep laugh.

"No I didn't plan it, man. My timing with shit is just perfect."

And that had made Eddie roll his eyes. This guy really was full of himself huh? Fuck. Eddie was absolutely gone on him.

Steve kept rising.

He kept getting farther and farther away and every centimeter of distance between them set Eddie's nerves on fire.

"Fight from the inside, you can't win with your hands tied"

It really was a different kind of agony to have someone you care about suffering within arms reach yet not being able to do a damn thing. All they could do was press play and hope that the music reached him.

All that was left to do now was wait. Wait and pray that Steve could find his way back to them.

"Fight from the inside, right down the line"

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #ao3 #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #cursed!steve #this song has been scratching on itch in my brain #so obviously i decided to make steve suffere with it #natural progression of events honestly

[scoops-stevie-archive]

a piece from the roadtrip fic that just hit me while i was buttering my toast

Chrissy rolls over to face him. Eddie can't tell if she's still drunk or not.

She giggles when he reaches over and swipes a thumb under her eye where the eyeliner is smudged and the corners of Eddie's lips tick up in amusement. He lets his hand fall back to the bed and tucks it underneath his pillow.

Chrissy's eyes are starting to droop and just when Eddie thinks she's out, she takes in a sharp breath and shifts under the covers, pulling them under her chin. She looks at Eddie with an unreadable expression.

"Do you think..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, like she doesn't want to disrupt the comfortable silence that's settled between them. It's a stark contrast to how loud she was at the bar and when Eddie dragged her through the door of their hotel room, still drunkenly slurring that Cyndi Lauper song from karaoke.

"And you've taken all you can bare, you call me up because you know I'll be there."

"Alright, superstar," Eddie chuckles fondly as he sits her on the edge of the bed. "I think it's time you hit the hay. You're gonna have a bitch of a hangover in the morning."

He kneels down in front of her and starts unlacing her boots. Her singing stops and Chrissy sits up from where she'd flopped onto her back and gives Eddie a look that he equates to a pouting bunny. "I am not a bitch in the mornings, Edward Munson."

It startles a laugh out of Eddie so hard that he almost chokes on it. "That's not even remotely close to what I said, but," he gives her an apologetic look, "you kind of are, babe."

It earns him a deserved smack on the head but Chrissy quickly goes back to humming her songs and Eddie is able to get her out of her party clothes and into her pajamas without much fuss.

"You can always call me," she says before he turns the lights out. Her back is turned but her voice is clear. "You know that right? Just like I can always call you."

Eddie blinks, hand froze under the lamp shade. "Of course I know that, Chris," he says after a blip of silence. She doesn't say anything else so Eddie turns the light off and slips under he blankets beside her.

Eddie nudges her socked foot with his own bare one. "Do I think what?"

Chrissy bites her lip like she does when she's nervous. "If we both weren't gay and you weren't dating Steve, do you think we would've worked out?"

The question catches Eddie off guard. "Oh."

Chrissy shakes her head and quickly sits up. "It's a stupid question, I know. I shouldn't have asked–"

"Hey." Eddie grabs her hand before she can get out of bed. "It isn't stupid. Nothing you ever say is stupid, don't say mean things about my best friend."

That gets a watery laugh out of her. Eddie gently gives her hand a pull and Chrissy easily lays back down. The lights stay off because this feels like a lights off conversation.

"I don't know," Eddie says honestly, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. "Maybe. But I think that deep down we would have known we aren't right for each other that way."

Chrissy looks at their hands and nods. "Yeah... Even if it meant figuring this stuff out later, I think I would have liked to try."

A sadness makes a home in Eddie's core. Deep down he knows he never would have been able to give her the kind of love she deserves, but he also knows that Chrissy thinks she doesn't deserve any type of love at all.

So he scoots closer until he's got her pulled into his chest, their arms around each other. "What I do know is that you're my best friend in the whole world. And I know that there isn't a single universe in which I wouldn't find you and make sure you know how much I love you."

He feels Chrissy hug him tighter and he kisses the top of her head.

"You're loved by so many people, Chrissy Cunningham."

#cj talks #roadtrip fic #platonic hellcheer #cj's wips #wip weekend #technically. it's after midnight. #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #they're platonic with a capital P #idk if their conversation makes sense its past 1am here

[denim-mixtapes]

Freeze Your Brain (Part 1 of 2) Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Word Count: 2K Tags: Heathers inspired AU, popular!reader but she's not happy about it, pet names instead of Y/N, mentions of alcohol but no actual consumption. Summary: You meet an unlikely friend in the aisles of 7-Eleven who buys you a drink and shows you a rush better than alcohol (or so he claims).

a/n: it doesn't really matter but since it is described a little, this is the outfit I based r's on okay thank u enjoy <3

[AO3] [Part 2 (coming soon)]

From the back seat of your friend’s car, you aren’t sure which is louder: the sound of Cyndi Lauper from the stereo or the voices of your friends building over one another, chattering about who they were hoping to run into at this party and whether or not Steve Harrington was officially on the market again after the big blow out on Halloween. 

Your group, comprised of queen bee Cynthia and her loyal subjects Dawn and Heather, couldn’t be more excited for this frat party Cynthia managed to score an invite to. You, however, are dreading it. 

These things have always made you uncomfortable. The drunken socializing and constant swatting of hands away from your ass (why did they always default to groping?), the dull attempt at small talk that preceded an even more pitiful drunken attempt at a kiss. You thought, at least, when you moved up to attending college parties the conversations might get a little bit more substantial (or at least entertaining), but to no such luck. Yeah, you dreaded it all, but going to these things came with the territory of being part of the in-crowd, which is…apparently something you care about. You have to if you want to make it to graduation unscathed, so you tend to just sit down, shut up, and let the queen tell you where to go and what to do and how to look while doing it. 

You’re anxiously picking at the hem of your flared denim skirt when the car comes to an abrupt, screeching halt. Not expecting to have arrived already, you look up in confusion, only to be partially blinded by the neon greeting of a 7-Eleven sign. Of course, how could you forget? Not only did you have to attend these things, but you had to provide the vultures with sustenance too. 

Turning in the driver’s seat, Cynthia raises her brows expectantly, glittery blue eyeshadow reflecting the light seeping into the window, and says, “we need a mixer for Heather’s vodka stash, something low calorie but sweet. OH! And Corn Nuts. It’s not a party without Corn Nuts.” 

“And I suppose it’s my turn to buy again?” You huff, barely holding back an eye roll. 

From the passenger seat, Dawn snickers and eyes you in the vanity mirror, “well you are the only one of us with a job, after all.” 

There’s no point in arguing, so you just give a curt nod and shove open the door with your shoulder, grumbling under your breath all the way to the door. You almost make it all the way in before there’s another ungodly screech from the open car window. 

“Make sure to get the BQ this time!” 

The only response she gets is a thumbs up thrust her way that turns into a bird the second the door closes and hides you from view. 

“Only one with a job my ass, Dawn,” you grumble as you browse the coolers. “Like my minimum wage cashier gig at the Gap is better than your daddy’s weekly allowance.” 

Circling back to the front, you grab a couple of bags of Cynthia’s chosen snack and tuck them under your arm, and then get distracted and pour yourself a Diet Coke from the fountain. You take your time browsing, sipping the drink in your hand and placing one foot in front of the other on the checkered tiles, effectively putting off your arrival at the party. Good news for you, abysmal for your friends in the car who are now laying on the horn. 

You’re glaring into the cooler and chewing on your straw when the horn sounds again. You scoff, and a dark chuckle from next to you makes you jump. 

Turning quickly towards the sound you find Eddie Munson, Slurpee in hand, his smirking lips tinted a faint blue from the flavored ice. He’s leaning against the cooler door, head cocked, looking down at you with amusement. Though you didn’t often talk, his reputation precedes him and you know exactly what to expect before he even speaks – sarcasm and a dry, annoying wit. A year ahead of you, or at least he should have been if he actually graduated last year like he was supposed to, Eddie Munson is the exact opposite of the crowd you’re used to, lurking in the shadows and hanging out with the DnD club rather than on the sidelines with your pom-pom wielding peers. However this close up, he looks harmless, charming even when his smirk persists but his eyes soften. 

“Trouble in paradise?” He asks, a smooth, teasing lilt to his voice. 

You huff in response, yanking a bottle of diet limeade off the shelf a little too harshly. “That suggests that there’s never not trouble.” The cooler door slams shut, a burst of chilled air sending the boy’s wild curls fluttering around his face. “...but no more than usual, if that’s what you’re asking.” 

He hums, a thoughtful little sound in the back of his throat, and pushes away from the coolers, falling into a swaggering step beside you. One hand stuffed in the pocket of his leather jacket, he offers the slurpee up to you with the other and gives it a little shake. “Nothing a little processed sugar can’t help, I’m sure.” 

“Please,” you snort, pushing his hand away. “I know you’ve got something stronger than that.” Your cheeks heat at the boldness in your voice, unsure of what made you even say it, but judging by the quiet sound of surprise, you’ve caught him off guard too, so you’ll take that as a win. 

He cuts you off when you pass the fountain machines again and hops up onto the counter like he owns the place, settling into his makeshift seat with a content sigh and reaching behind his head to pull another cup from the dispenser. 

“Did you say Cherry or Blue Raspberry?” 

Sizing him up with a stare, you push, “I didn’t.” 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he urges, the pet name sounding sweet and sour and playful on his lips. He leans over and fills the cup with bright red slush anyway, despite your protest. “Never underestimate the rush of a good brain freeze. Try it.” 

Though you glare the whole time, you do end up unloading your arms and take the drink from his hands. Leaning your hip on the counter beside his softly kicking legs, you take a long pull from the cherry flavored ice. You roll your eyes at the intent stare he fixes you with as you drink and swallow with a loud, dramatic, “ahh!” 

“I dunno, Munson,” you sigh, “I think I’d still prefer it with a little nip.” 

“Yeah well,” he takes a long drink of his own, much longer than yours, and squints against the oncoming headache. “You gotta try a little harder. Little sips aren’t gonna do it for you.” From outside, there’s another long, loud blow on the car horn that has you squeezing your eyes shut in dread. Eddie nudges you with his knee, “give it another go. A real one, this time. If you still insist it doesn’t do anything for you, I’ll send you on your way to wherever the Diet-Cokeheads are dragging you and we’ll never speak of it again, but is that really how you want to spend your Saturday night?” 

You know he’s got you pegged. This party really is the last thing you want to be doing tonight, but your so-called-friend honking outside demands it, and if you don’t want to suffer the wrath of a high school clique scorned, you should probably just comply. Through the window of the shop you can see a very angry Cynthia shoving Dawn out of the car, shouting and pointing at you, though you can’t hear what she’s saying through the glass. 

That settles it. 

Tempting your fate, you pull the straw back to your lips, smirking around it at the boy in front of you and taking another drink. Longer, faster, taking in much more ice than your first attempt. You feel silly, stupid, a little like the sugar is going to make you throw up but even worse, the cold is electrifying. Your throat burns with it, feeling the chill all the way down your chest and into your stomach, the brief pain shooting up your spine and into your brain. When the ache settles in, you shut your eyes tight and wrinkle your nose, instinctually reaching for whatever is in front of you and squeezing. Whatever is in front of you just happens to be a denim-covered knee. 

The ring of the bell above the door mixes with Eddie's triumphant laughter and the sound of both has your hand retreating so quickly you’d think his touch burned you, despite the goosebumps still prickling your skin. Your heart pounds, head still throbbing at the dull freeze, you scoop your purchases back into your arms and turn on your heel as Dawn approaches. 

“Hey,” she sneers, “Cyn wants your ass back to the car, pronto. She says the Kappas won’t wait around all night.” She and Eddie are both hot on your heels as you approach the counter and she definitely takes notice. “What’s with the freak?” 

Eddie snorts, backing off a step or two. “You don’t own the corner store, princess,” he leers, “can’t a guy just get a drink in peace?” 

“Not when I see you scamming on my friend in the process. Was he bothering you, babe?”

You’re listening to them bicker as you count out your money, the leftover cherry flavor in your mouth turning bitter as you realize how little you’ll be left with after this snack run, but that comment was enough to bring you into the conversation. 

“Chill out, Dawn,” you sigh, “he was just making small talk. It’s nothing.” 

“Sure,” she pops her gum in punctuation, brows raised in concern, but she couldn’t care less when the horn sounds again and sends her scrambling back to the car with a clipped shout of, “just hurry!” 

When the door closes behind her and the cashier hands over your receipt, you hang your head in defeat. 

The soft mutter of, “guess you’d better get going then,” is a lot closer behind you than you expect and it makes you jump. Eddie snickers again, rubber toe of his boot kicking lightly at your heel, and when you turn he plucks at one of your suspenders teasingly. It snaps back into place against your white tee shirt with a sharp sting, and you can feel your skin warming even more.

Your pulse races with indecision, eyes flicking between the car outside and the boy in front of you. He lifts his chin in question, holding out your forgotten slurpee with a grin full of mischief. 

It’s with a weak groan and a moment of mourning for your social life that you stomp out to Cynthia’s car, open the passenger door and dump the bags of snacks into Dawn’s lap. She scoffs in protest, but it’s Cynthia who speaks up. 

“What’s your damage?” She ducks lower to meet your hard stare. “Get in the damn car we have to go.” 

“Go without me. I’m suddenly not feeling well.” 

“Oh, boo,” Cynthia whines with no actual sympathy in her voice, bringing one hand off the steering wheel to mimic wiping away her crocodile tears. You swear she mutters something else as Dawn slams her door shut and they peel away, but you can’t be bothered to decipher what it is. 

You can feel Eddie’s warmth behind you before he actually makes his presence known. 

“About that ‘something stronger’ you wanted,” He starts, passing the paper cup over your shoulder again. You turn to peer up at him and he nods over to the busted up van he’s known for. “Need a ride?” 

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson/you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things reader insert #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #female!reader #heathers au #not really an au but idk what else to call it

[smutson]

A Little Advice

Authors Note: Sorry it's been so long since any new fanfics. School and work have been kicking my ass. More to come soon!! DMS and Requests always open :)

Summary : Agreeing to go to the new roller skating rink, Robin, Steve and Nancy can't take it anymore. After watching you flirt for months with Eddie, they attempt to take matters into their own hands and give you the "push" you needed.

Warnings: cursing, kissing, blood, female reader, mostly just a fluffly little blurb.

Word Count: 2.2k

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“Ugh. They’re so adorable I think I’m gonna vomit.” Robin says with a big slurp of her drink. 

“Nope. That was a 5$ milkshake! Gimme that.” Steve urges, snatching the cup from her hands causing Robin to snort as he takes a sip. 

“It’s frustrating to watch really.” Nancy chips in as the three of them watch you and Eddie rollerblading from their spot in the dining area. Everyone had excitedly agreed to come skating tonight at the new and brightly decorated rink, but the performance that was you and Eddie had quickly taken over the entertainment aspect of the night. Both of you had been more touchy than normal tonight and the shamelessly clueless flirting was getting hard to watch.

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes as Eddie catches you from falling and embraces you tightly, a shit eating grin on his face. 

“One of them just needs to make a move already. They’ve been like this for weeks!” 

“More than that dude. They’ve always been like this, you were just too clueless to notice.” Robin says to Steve with a lazy point of the finger. Nancy nods with a sheepish smile. He responds with the raise of his brows and another eye roll before continuing. 

“Okay. Sorry I wasn’t keeping a closer eye on Munson’s dating life…” he says throwing his hands defensively in the air. “They just need a little push. Something. Anything. Or I might blow chunks with Robin if I have to watch him grin like that again.” 

Nancy giggles at this and takes the milkshake from him, sipping a few times before she grabs her small purple purse. She fishes out some cash and grins mischievously at the equally confused expressions from both Steve and Robin. 

She taps her fingertips on the neon table and adds a quick “be right back!” before skating towards the DJ. Robin smirks at this and nods, catching onto Nancy’s plan long before Steve can connect the dots. The two of them watch as she hands the cash to the vibrantly dressed man behind the booth and nods enthusiastically at him. 

Steve flicks his eyes towards the rink again, the dramatic saga that was you two’s feelings towards each other still in full swing as Eddie gives you a huge smile as you catch yourself from falling. He can’t help but feel a small smile tug on his lips. Two of his best friends were falling hard for each other but neither had a clue. The shared happiness you two had any time the other is present is adorable. He can admit that. Even if you were both idiots for not realizing it sooner. 

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Nancy’s plan was a total epic failure. She had requested a popular and sappy love song to play. In high hopes that the music and the “couple’s only!” rule (hand holding not required but encouraged!) for the song would spark something between you two. Forever the hopeless romantic Nancy was.

Only problem though. 

Nancy requested a Cyndi Lauper song and hoped Eddie the Freak Munson would enjoy it. Let alone seize some kind of moment with it. Absolutely not. Nancy realized this within seconds of sitting back down besides Steve.

“Oh…damn it.” She mumbles to herself quietly as Eddie dramatically pretends to puke once the song starts, earning a giggle from you. 

Robin rolls her eyes to Nancy. 

“You really thought this song would do it for 'em?” 

“I like this song!” 

“But this is is EDDIE!"

And speak of the devil, there you both were. Faces flushed red and small drops of sweat lining your foreheads, you both tiredly slumped down into the booth next to Robin. Practically squishing her into the wall.

"Ugh. They really need to do something about the music here. This is the third Lauper song they've played in like 5 minutes." Eddie says with an exhale. Steve and Robin both stifle a giggle as Nancy suddenly becomes very interested in the salt shaker and quietly agrees. Total failure.

"Not to mention the hand-holding rule! That sounds like a great way to end up with matching couple's bruises." You giggle and point to a younger teenager wiping out and taking his date to the ground with him. Eddie chuckles and starts playing with a soggy french fry drenched in ketchup. You notice a perk rise in Steve's face, who taps Eddie on the shoulder and gestures to the counter.

"Hey man, come with me to get some more food. Robin demolished those fries."

"As long as you're buying dude!" he responds cheerfully as they hop out of the booth.

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Before Eddie can even start browsing the menu for some food, Steve loudly claps him on the back. He pauses a moment before saying anything, which sends nervous summersaults deep into Eddie's already growling stomach.

"What are you doing man?"

"Um...Well Harrington, I am trying to decide on my dinner, as was the plan."

"What? Shit. No. I mean with Y/N."

This causes a warm tingle in Eddie's cheeks as he glances back at the table towards you, who is swinging a half eaten fry in front of Nancy trying to get her take a bite. You both laugh heartily and he feels his chest tighten familiarly. An involuntary feeling that he had grown accustomed to each time he saw you laugh.

"I mean...I don't know man. I've been telling you, she just doesn't see me like that." He glumly replies and nervously starts picking at his hair. A habit that always gave away when he was anxious. Steve sighs with another roll of the eyes.

"Have you asked her? We all see the way she looks at you Munson. Anyone with eyes can see that she has a crush on you." Steve replies, softening his approach a little once he sees Eddie nervous expression, a look that not a lot of people in Hawkins had seen him display, usually well hidden under his usual bravado.

"Look. Skate with her, be confident and just show her you care. She's already fallen for you, so now just don't fall on your ass. Quite literally." Steve finishes, but not before Eddie notices a longing glance Steve gives to Nancy. Their relationship was it's own after school special. Christ.

Eddie turns towards him and gives him a knowing and mischievous grin which results in a joking shove from Steve.

"I know I know. Shut up."

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Eddie and Steve finally return to the booth with a large cheap beer and the biggest chili cheese dog you've ever seen in your life. They also returned with a strange unspoken tension between the two of them and a few knowing glances at each other. It doesn't take you long to sense that their conversation was probably quite similar to the interrogation Robin and Nancy put on you as soon as they left. Everyone had been trying to set you and Eddie up and drop little hints every chance they got, and although you appreciated the efforts, it hurt more each time they were in vain. You had liked Eds since you were inducted into their small friend group and the crush was starting to wear down on your emotions.

Suddenly, She Blinded me with Science! starts blaring in the small skating rink and you were determined to have fun before you sank deep into the dark recesses of your mind about the whole situation. You abruptly stand up, gesturing your hand to Robin to join you on the rink.

"C'mon! I can promise you're not that bad at skating! I mean I saw a 5 year old fall two more times than you did!" You joke encouragingly and she scoffs but grabs your hand to join. You muster the best puppy-dog eyes you can possibly manage at the rest of the table and everyone starts to stand, besides Eddie. Who holds a finger up, takes 4 big swigs of the beer that only he was old enough to order, and slams the empty and foamy glass back on the table. Clapping his hands together, he follows the rest of you back onto the floor.

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“Eddie! Stop showing off!” Robin shouts at his back as he makes another quick lap around the rink, passing her and sticking out his tongue. Robin has her hands glued to the walls as she slowly tries inching her way along the path, similar to the pace of a drunken toddler. Which was probably the safest option as far as you were concerned. Robin plus wheels plus momentum only brought images of an emergency room to your mind. Eddie was the only one in the group that was great at roller skating. Bringing his own old and worn pair of blades he had gotten years ago from Wayne when he first moved in with him. As old as the skates were, he was had been showing off his moves and speed all night to the less athletically inclined. Including Robin and yourself. 

“Heads up!” Eddie shouts from behind you with his fingers waving in front of his mischievously grinning face. He had been chasing you for the past two songs, jumping up from behind you and scaring the shit out of you each time he made a rotation. Grabbing your shoulders and giving you a quick shake and giggle each time. After busting your ass for the second time though because of it, you were determined to get him back. Time to take down the Dungeon Master, you think with a smirk. You try to build some momentum and push deeper with each glide to try and catch up with Eddie, but damn was he fast.

You pass Steve and give a point to Eddie's back, hinting at your plan and Steve smiles giving a thumbs up, with a slight wobble.

"Bleeeeeh!" Eddie yells with his tongue out from behind you as he swiftly skirts between you and Steve, nearly taking you both down in the process. He glances back at you, hair gracefully gliding past his shoulders and chuckles when he sees you try and regain your balance. You push off both feet and race to meet him before he can make another rotation. Your lungs and calves start to feel burn at the effort, but finally you are directly behind an unsuspecting Eddie. Before you can reach out and grab him, you left skate wobbles beneath you and your body slams hardly into his, taking you both to the ground.

The fall was quick, but you could feel Eddie wrap his arms around you bracing for impact but only seconds too late as your chin makes direct contact with the ground. Blood fills your mouth quickly as your tongue burns. You had slammed you jaw slammed shut directly over your tongue and your teeth were stronger than you anticipated.

"Oh shit! Y/N! Are you okay? You're bleeding!" He asks, scrambling closer to you. A bright red line of blood is pouring from his nose and dripping onto the wooden ground.

"Woah! Are you okay?! You are too!" You sputter out, tongue already throbbing. He reaches a ringed hand to his nose and chuckles when it comes back bloody.

"Well shit." He laughs, his breath hitting your face which flutters your stomach. "I'm okay, but what about you? Your teeth are all bloody."

"Just about bit my tongue off, but besides that I'm peachy keen!" A giggle comes out of your throat as he inches closer to you and places a hand on your cheek. You give him a huge smile, which he meets with his classic Eddie grin.

"Very exorcist with the bloody teeth Y/N." Eddie jokes and pauses for a moment, deep in thought and before you know it he presses a soft kiss on your mouth. Any air in the skating rink gets sucked out of the atmosphere in a millisecond. His soft lips were on yours and the kisses were deep. Longing. You push deeper into him and the music seems to fade out and the rink is suddenly empty. Just the two of you. You had been daydreaming about this for months and all of a sudden dreams became reality. You let out a small gasp and he quickly pulls away, eyes dark and concerned. You can't help but burst out laughing at the blood covering both of your faces and the fact that you were still sitting on the floor or the rink, getting curious looks from passing skaters. Any worry on his face quickly evaporates and he lets out a large laugh as he takes in the ridiculousness of it all. He lays down on the floor, still giggling as you try and get to your feet. Thinking about this moment for so long and you had finally kissed. Had you pictured that you both would be covered in blood and soon to be bruises? No. Was it in typical spontaneous Eddie fashion? Absolutely.

Steve glides past the two of you, beaming with pride and says, "Well Munson, I said not to fall on your ass, but it seems to have worked out."

"Last time I get girl advice from you Harrington." Eddie jokes, giving you a groundbreaking grin as he helps you regain balance in his arms.

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