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stevebabey · 3 months

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a piece that alas, will never get finished 😔 the bath fic that was once discussed, half written, and left to rot in my tumblr drafts. i hope u can read the seeds i was planting and see the vision i had even if i never could write it <3

Hot water is, indisputably, a luxury in the Munson household.

Far as Eddie knows, the same goes for the whole damn world.

Hot water is something sacred. Something to be used scarcely, lest you drain the tank and have only cold water to wash your plates and yourself in for the rest of the week.

It's not the worst, but, well, then again Eddie can think of few things worst than needing a shower during the colder winter months when the water splutters out lukewarm and the cold trickles in right when he's in the middle of washing his hair. It sucks. Always sends him to bed with the shivers.

Hell, sometimes he'd even do the mile at school just for a chance to get in the showers first — dashing in for the free hot water that only lasted a good couple minutes.

It was worth it though, Eddie thought.

Both the exercise and the sneers, in exchange for getting to be truly warm for the first time since he'd gotten out of bed that day. Warm showers will do that to you though.

Eddie's heard stories of places, of faraway like Hawaii or somewhere, where it gets so warm that when it rains, the water sometimes rains down already warm. Like a great big shower for the whole place.

He reckons if that ever happened here in the middle of nowhere Indiana, he'd be out dancing in the streets in the warm rain. Soaking it all in. Taking not a single drop for granted.

Steve's house, as Eddie has discovered, has more than one shower — because it's got multiple bathrooms.

In the time he's been hunkered down there, his sides patched up roughly and healing at what feels like a snails pace, Eddie has taken to exploring the empty halls of the Harrington House.

It's... enormous. Gargantuan. Fucking massive.

There's rooms with doors that never open. Rooms that Eddie's never even seen Steve go near. Endless doors and cupboards and an upstairs and downstairs, and far too many garages for one just couple and their son.

Eddie explores them all.

It stems from his boredom, of course, because patient isn’t one of the words used to describe Eddie Munson but restless certainly is.

He wanders aimlessly, under the guise that he needs to keep using the muscles in his legs while he heals up but truthfully, he loves a good snoop.

Soon enough, the driving force of his wandering transforms from boredom to… curiosity.

Steve Harrington has always been an enigma to Eddie.

Upholder of conventional standards and the heterosexual gaze turned, well, loser, in the manner of a couple months- it was jarring to say the least.

Especially to the likes of people like Eddie, for whom he had represented everything wrong with small town Hawkins. Rich meathead jocks who pay their way through school.

Eddie always figured he’d had a fucking mansion of a house but this place… it’s unsettling, seeing so much space, so unlived in.

It’s even more unnerving how Steve just… doesn’t take up space.

Even in his own home. Steve’s bedroom doesn’t sprawl out, it’s not packed with possessions and hobbies like Eddie knows his own is. His wallpaper matches his sheets, picked out by someone who clearly doesn’t know Steve.

Everything is tidy because Steve seems to have this neatness ingrained deep within him. He putters around, on auto pilot sometimes, to keep the space clean for parents who don’t seem to come home.

When Steve's out at work and it's just Eddie, wandering aimlessly to keep the strength in his legs, the loneliness of the place yawns down the halls. Consuming. Suffocating.

He’s found himself eagerly awaiting Steve's arrival home from work, if only to hear someone else's voice other than his own.

Today, Eddie's searching has lead him here— into the master bedroom’s ensuite and they have a goddamn fuckin’ bathtub.

It’s a proper fancy type one with clawed bronze feet and a wide lip, made of sparkling clean marble. The type he might describe for that is a King in a campaign, just to be on the nose about how wealthy and greedy this character was.

He’s so transfixed on it that he doesn’t even hear Steve jimmying his keys into the lock, coming home.

It isn’t until— “Eddie?”

Eddie jumps, startled, as Steve’s hand touches on his shoulder lightly. His goal to not scare the other boy doesn’t go as intended, considering how much Eddie flinches but the moment he turns his head, his face is relaxing.

“Fuck, dude,” He breathes a sigh of relief, lips quirking into a smile. “Didn’t hear you come up.”

Steve shrugs a bit and scratches behind his ear, a bit awkwardly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Eddie nods, but his gaze has already shifted back to the tub before them. Steve follows his gaze easily, an easy chuckle passing his lips.

“I see you found the bath.”

“Yeah…” Eddie says, sounding a bit breathless, his voice distant. Steve glances over, trying to understand the strange emotion toying on Eddie’s features. It’s just a bath. Steve hasn’t even been allowed to use it before, sure, but he likes his own shower just fine.

“It was such a bitch to get it in when they first got it,” Steve explains, folding his arms across his chest as he recalls the memory.

He points his finger behind him to the doorway without moving his arm. “Knocked down a whole wall ‘cos they couldn’t get it to through the doorway. To be honest, I’ve always thought it was kind of ugly.”

He’s waiting for Eddie to say something. For the joke, for the sneering comment on his parent’s fortune, for any lippy spiel that usually gets under Steve’s skin in the best way. The longer Eddie stays quiet, the more it begins to worry Steve.

It’s as though Eddie hasn’t even heard him.

Steve clears his throat and tries again, his tone light and delivered with a chuckle. “Man, you’d think you’ve never seen a bath before.”

Eddie’s head snaps toward Steve. He finally breaks his trance, regrettably just to snap at Steve. “I have, thank you very much.”

Steve feels a bit of embarrassment bloom over his cheeks, wanting to backtrack on his poor joke instantly but before he can open his mouth Eddie is already softening, hackles falling. His eyes are back on the bath.

“Just… haven’t even taken one.” He admits softly.

Steve doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what’s going through Eddie’s mind — can’t come close to understanding what forlorn nostalgia is tugging at Eddie’s gut.

“Not really, I don’t think.” He continues. He pauses to think, head tilting back just a bit. “When I was really little, maybe. Little enough to fit in the sink or— or something.”

Eddie seems to realise he’s letting whatever thoughts he’s having drift out of his mouth and promptly snaps his jaw shut, teeth clacking as he does. He doesn’t look at Steve, doesn’t want to see the pity or the sympathy or the—

“Anyways,” Eddie huffs a breath, turning to leave his newfound discovery on the exploration of the Harrington House.

When—

“Do you want to?” Steve asks suddenly. His voice is sincere. “Take one?”

Eddie blinks. Wonders if it’s a joke, that it’s being offered out just so it can snatched away and Steve can laugh at how desperate Eddie is to actually be given this. He has to hastily remind himself that Steve wouldn’t do that to him.

There’s no containing the excitement rushing in his voice when Eddie spits out, “Can I?”

Steve chuckles, an easy smile at the other’s eagerness.

It’s easy to overrun the instinct that’s ingrained deep, not to cross the little rules his parents have scattered through the house — easy because he’s doing it more and more with Eddie here.

They’d eaten off his mom’s expensive and untouched china on the first night Eddie had managed to get up and about to eat downstairs, instead of tucked in bed.

He’d been so keen to help, proclaiming that he’d set the table for the both of them— too excited to be up and moving to remember that he and Steve weren’t usually as buddy-buddy as they were acting.

Steve had soaked in it greedily. Warm brown eyes, saccharine smile, he’s found that Eddie sort of glows when he’s happy. And that giving him good food is one of the ways to stir up that happiness.

But even then, Steve had paused seeing the plates in Eddie’s hands, an instant stone in his throat because he isn’t allowed to use those ones.

Sputtering through a sentence, Steve swallowed the stone and skipped over the rule he’d never broken before. It was worth it for the smile on Eddie’s face.

Just like it’s worth it now. Seeing the awed smile on his face, already a little jittery at the thought of a bath… Steve’s embarrassed to find he can’t really say no to him.

He keeps that to himself though, because if Eddie knew that he’d be batting his eyelashes and making every demand known to Earth. But then again, that didn’t sound so bad either.

Christ, Steve thinks to himself. He’s so screwed.

#gay ppl in my phone…. today i let u down #by leaving you hanging #it’s a fill in the blank story ! u can choose how it ends !#mwah mwah mwah #ruby writes steddie #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #uhhhhh i think that’s all #enjoy?

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dustcommander · 1 year

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I see a lot of post on here about Steve dabbling into Eddie’s hobbies and picking up his taste in music. Which is all great. Excellent. Super awesome I love it. But where is the Eddie getting into Steve’s interests? I want Eddie and Steve at a Super Bowl party and Eddie is so into it and Steve is so smitten with him. It starts out as Steve convincing him to watch sports because “eddie you clearly like to ogle jocks” and eventually he’s all about it.

And I want Steve expanding Eddie’s taste in music because “if you only enjoy one genre of something eddie, then you have bad taste in that something.” And Eddie is obviously throughly offended that anyone could ever dare to even think to allude to him having bad taste in music that he makes it his mission to learn all Steve’s faves and that’s how they end up at a Willie Nelson concert and eddie is decked out in black fringe and black studded cowboy hat, wearing a bolo tie and he’s loudly and proudly singing along to every song and Steve is just absolutely swooning.

I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE NEAT IS ALL IM SAYING

#steddie #stranger things #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #Eddie would be a Buffalo Bills fan #Steve would argue with him about this because they live in Indiana so why isn’t he supporting the colts #Eddie just likes the name #they eventually get really into European soccer together #honestly I’m just projecting as a nerdy emo kid that really loves sport and listening to country music #be nice to me #stranger things headcannon

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findafight · 10 months

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you're so right. i will never understand the hold rockstar eddie has on ppl. his character immediately becomes insufferable if he's super famous and successful, esp in no upside down aus where he never experiences some form of ego death/being forced to reassess his own bullshit. not to mention he is just not someone who would become uber famous like he does not have the personality to either pull it off or handle it well if he miraculously did imo. steve really screams child star to me tho in an au. plus his entire character arc kind of speaks to him being able to handle fame (ie the fact that steve is a v reflective, adaptive character that was capable of actually changing and improving his behavior even w/o knowing about the upside down originally) and knowing/learning who he should be surrounding himself w. like i firmly believe steve could actually handle being famous in a way eddie could not.

I do enjoy rockstar eddie to a point? it depends I think. Rockstar/musician aus are popular in fandoms of all sorts an I like them sorta...hit or miss? haha.

But you're right that it's become...idk over saturated? And yeah absolutely Eddie's ego death and the shattering of the Munson Docterine is kind of pivotal for his character growth. Like I know the duffers don't think Eddie's problem is that he's stuck in highschool clique mode (They seem to think his flaw is that he's a coward...which is a different meta but his reactions are reasonable to the situations he's thrown in), because they only think "jocks" are the problem there, but he is. Him realizing that actually Steve is pretty cool is the stepping stone to him not hating jocks on principal, and broadening and nuancing his view of people outside his assumptions on who are "Proper" nerds. No- upside down aus, regardless of any other trope in them, often fall flat for me in that aspect, yet always make sure to remind us Steve was a bit of a stuck up dick in highschool (until the beginning of grade 11) and it's tiring to nt see Eddie allowed to be wrong and have that moment of self-betterment.

And yeah, I can maybe see eddie becoming semi-famous session musician (not a musician that is a session musician AND recording/performing artist by themself like Glen Campbell or Marvin Gaye) through a series of events like. Playing one of his hyper specific songs at a small gig, someone in desperate need of a guitarist is there and sees he is incredibly talented as a guitarist, asks him to help as a session musician in like two days, he plays, someone at the studio is like hey. wanna be on-call for us? and eddies like sure. ok. So sometimes he's on hit records but they aren't his. royalties are decent from the amount of work he's done. He's a pinch hitter guitarist, and he's good, so he gets a rep in the industry for that. He doesn't seem like the kind of person that could thrive in the high pressure, has major deadlines, environment that being a famous musician woudl be. I mean a lot of rockstars aren't either and it's not healthy for them? I can see Eddie crashing and burning, which I know a lot of fics cover but I also find it super depressing haha. He would probably be too standoffish and anti-authority and possibly refuse outside input for stuff, so he'd be off putting in the industry. not that musicians are always pleasant to work with but i think you get it.

Child star Steve would be so neat tbh. Look I love famous athlete Steve. but also the allure of him being famous young... Maybe as a little piano prodigy? (I love piano prodigy steve hehe) or an actor? like canon era he could have been a Mousketeer! Maybe he did a couple movies (what if he was in a few cult-classic scifi movies...that the party just so happen to love....but don't pay attention to the name of the child actor in...or maybe he used a stage name?) And then him fading away and living his life a little bit, before he decides to come back into the limelight?

I think that often we forget that Steve's "come-to-jesus" moment happened without the upside down. He talked shit, got hit, and then decided that he owed Jonathan (and Nancy) an apology. No one made him help clean up the grafitti! He had no idea there were monsters he just had a shit 48 hours where he went off the handle and then decided he had been an ass and to fix himself. When he was 16! He'd have made these changes to himself without the Upsidedown. Somehow the party knew his full name, and I love the hc that he won a major game/championship for Hawkins as a junior/sophomore so was a minor town celebrity. These lend to Steve being able to handle the pressure without too major a fallout or a long-term downward spiral of self destruction.

Except (okay operating as like a post-canon thing, because I love canon-divergent aus more than no-upside down aus but could still work?) now he's battle scarred and obviously not the rosy-cheeked boy he was when he was a tween. I'm thinking maybe he goes back in '89? give some time to heal from the upside down and Robin is moving for Uni, he's obviously going with her, so he figures acting would beat dead-end minimum wage jobs. Or at least spice things up in between shifts. Maybe he starts with theatre, and decides to see if there's some screen auditions he could do. Maybe he still has people in the industry who remember working with him (he's a good team player and a natural leader) and they help in slip back in. He does some bit parts, a few semi-recurring characters. Maybe he's even on an episode of Law and Order, and people go hey! That guy who's crying over his dead girlfriend (he's a red herring) is the kid from that 70's scifi movie!

Eventually someone actually offers him a role without him auditioning, and it's a bigger part, a side character but one with lines and even a semi decent arc in a b-list movie. he's a good fit. Charming and handsome, plus there are some intense scenes and on set Steve's proved himself capable of handling most things and supportive of coworkers (actors and crew alike.) Except there's a shirtless scene. While his scarring isn't extensive, it's definitely noticeable and not as easy to cover up as the faint discolouration around his neck. it's hard to explain, and usually movies want flawless skin. He tells them this. They still want him.

So he takes the role. And he has a blast on set. He loves working as a team, and even though days are long, he feels everything sort of...coming together. A feeling that this is what he wants to do. that he was right to get back into acting even though he started so young because of his parents.

He makes lasting friendships with nearly everyone he meets on the set. There's a few child actors, and he tries to give them tips and pointers, and be a role model or support for them. he knows what it's like to be little and surrounded by adults a lot of the time, and feeling pressure to be perfect. (They think he's actually the coolest, even if he's also kinda a doofus.) (there's probably a scene where he picks up on of the kids, and then the rest of them on set want piggy back rides too...)

It's considered his comeback role, despite being a few years after he actually came back. The pressures of fame come back again, but he's older now, and he's killed monsters. He has Robin beside him. A few paps don't scare him. Everything he has to hide (besides his bisexuality...and maybe his shitty relationship with his parents) is covered up by the government anyways. He gets bigger parts, and gets an even bigger rep for being a delightful (if viciously sarcastic) and supportive co-worker, especially if there's kids on set. (child stars of the nineties will look back on working with steve and think he was one of the few adults to get it. to understand how big your emotions are as a kid and how most grown ups [often even/especially their parents] didn't let them actually feel what the were feeling, instead wanting them to be acting all the time, instead of only in front of the camera. How he told them to never let anyone do anything they weren't comfortable with, no matter who it was. How he'd stick up for them, no matter what, and would ask how they were doing throughout shooting. They'll look back on being on set with Steve and remember how even if he called them little shits when they tried to prank him or were goofing off, he said it with a wink and a smile.)

I'd say, (please forgive me) he sort of becomes a (90's era) Tom Cruise kind of actor (before he went on oprah and went viral for jumping on the couch and then only did action movies after that) (also steve doesn't become the face of a cult) Like he does action flicks, but can definitely pull his weight as a dramatic actor. (I realize that I already have a movie star steve au but thats a different era I can have overlapping headcanons for the aus!!) His cute heart-shaped smile and amazing hair entrances audiences. He can make emphatic speeches about justice and also carry at least two children out of a burning building. He has range.

idk steve going from child actor to highschool athlete to monster killer to broke thespian to movie star again entices me!!!

#findaanswers #anonasaurus #steve harrington #famous steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #listen. target audience or something #stranger things au #anon...you got me monologuing #finda's rambles #child star steve #eddie munson #forgot i did talk about him at the beginning

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kennahjune · 5 months

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Idea Idea Idea Idea—

I really wanna write a fic where it’s all the jocks of Hawkins High and their fucked up personal lives.

Maybe this is an excuse to write Tommy Steve and Carol being friends, maybe it’s an excuse to write Steve stepping in and telling Jason off for being a shitty bf to Chrissy, maybe it’s an excuse to write about a really sweet Steve and Chrissy friendship. You’ll never know.

(It’s actually all of the above + being able to add my own favorite hc ever!!)

I have a really really favorite headcannon where the whole “King Steve” thing started as a joke when Tommy got really drunk but it kind of stuck around at school. After a while Steve starts to actually hate it and Tommy, feeling bad cause he started it, tries to take the pressure off a bit by calling Steve “Princey”. But that sticks throughout the friend group and Steve loves it sm more than King Steve.

But basically I want to go into unusual depth with the jocks. Give them oddly fucked up backstories just for my (and your) amusement and entertainment cause that’s what writers do right??

Like Tommy’s birth dad being in jail for drug abuse and his step-dad being a lazy drag like Ted Wheeler but so vocally abusive it’s a fucking wonder the neighbors haven’t called the cops.

Or like Carol’s mom dying in a car crash when she’s 7 and her getting a new step-mom but her step-mom being a literal witch and turning Carol’s life into an upside-down Cinderella story.

Or looking more into Chrissy’s bulimia and her relationship with her mom and maybe doing something with her dad not being in the picture whatsoever.

And ofc the infamous “big house no parents” Steve Harrington but with more drama and angst.

Then throw them all into a friend group together and viola!

I think it’d be really neat and I love writing wholesome jocks idk why.

And also I love the idea of them all just getting each other in ways others can’t.

I want to write about how the Party doesn’t get something with Steve’s parents and don’t understand and don’t really try to understand cause he has to be exaggerating right? And Steve runs into Tommy and Carol later on during this mess and they all sympathize because yeah they get not being able to tell your parents no and having to be shown around like a decoration rather than an actual human being.

I love the idea of them getting each other in ways no one else does and it opens up for sm Steddie angst at the same time because of the Munson Doctrine and how that probably would reflect on Steve and his high school career and how wrong Eddie it about all of them.

It’s something I really wanna play around with.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #tommy hagan #carol perkins #chrissy cunningham #jason carver #i need more of tommy steve and carol plz and thank you #the jocks of hawkins high >>#jock angst :P #I need this religiously pretty please

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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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A couple lf years ago I bit my friend on the arm and today i saw that apparently I but him so hard it left a scar and he just didn't say anything about it and I think that's such a steve thing, and on the other side eddie would be bragging about it and be like look at this cool scar

Steve would find it kinda neat and endearing that he had a tiny mark still from you. And hey, the man definitely has enough scars himself. Of all the scars he does have, at least this one only reminds him of good times. When you notice he ducks his head to it with a smile “Oh! Yeah.” Brushing over your mark with his fingers as he lazily smiles at it, something he’s done his own times, looking to you when you turn and grab his arm.

Steve’s sure it wouldn’t be permanent, and it wasn’t super obvious, and you didn’t even hurt him, so it was okay. He also doesn’t want you to feel bad about it, he’s fine! He’s definitely thinking of a flirty pick up line suggesting he should be allowed to bite you as much as he wants in penance tonight, as he watches you stroke over his arm (definitely not just subtly flexing for you or anything while you do so, nah).

Eddie fucking shows off to the entire town when he has a hickey from you, let alone a scar. He wears your hickeys with pride, wearing clothes that are lower cut to reveal them more. Getting aghast glances from old ladies, smirking at jocks who roll their eyes, because Eddie has a partner just like them, furrowing his brows at the couple of people he knows like you, while they’re obvious on his skin. So with this mark, he’s showing the older members of Hellfire the next day.

Eddie promises you it’s a cool metal scar, when he keeps fawning over it, only half jokingly, and you realise it’s not going away over the next few days. And as time keeps going, when someone like Gareth will point it out, Eddie looks down to it and rubs over it with a big wide smirk. Always loving that reminder of you, and your love for him, on his skin. As well as the tattoo he plans to get in your honour. “Yeah. They’re a badass. Could rip someone apart with their teeth.” Eddie would brag of you. And you roll your eyes each time he does, not really finding it embarrassing that Eddie doesn’t mind showing it off, because you’re used to his behaviour by now.

But each time it is brought up, by either of the boys, you apologise for your little marking, by pressing a little kiss there to it.

#Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #stranger things #ask #anon #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington thoughts #fluff #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson thoughts #Steve Harrington x reader #Eddie Munson x reader

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kedreeva · 2 years

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Hi! You summoned me 😂 There's soooo much to talk about but on the note of Eddie somehow letting his guards down the most around the two Nice Jocks he encounters, as you called Steve and Chrissy: Eddie likes to put people in neat little boxes (I think you talked about that a few days ago even? It might have been another blog but I'm 99% certain it was you) and judges them before Chrissy, Steve and Nancy with her guns, plural, completely subvert those neat little boxes Eddie has put them into in his mind. I think the fact he starts to open up so quickly with Chrissy and Steve is rooted in two main reasons.

a) since, as we see with Jason in the cafeteria, Eddie especially harbours resentment against the jocks/popular crowd, realizing those jocks/popular people he thought were mean and scary are actually not mean and scary at all but kind and brave is much more impactful then, say, Robin the band kid being kind and brave because in Eddie's perception, he was the hero and the jocks/popular crowd the villains (which is relatable since I think we all know they were the people bullying him the hardest). So seeing Chrissy and Steve, the popular guys, are kind and brave has the deeper effect on Eddie's way of thinking, throwing him off balance. The moment Chrissy tells him she thought Eddie was mean and scary and Eddie realizes "hey I thought you were mean and scary" is a little wake-up moment for him because he realizes he's judged Chrissy the same way he always gets judged (and he already made a point of how much he hated being judged so rashly. I think that's something he has in mind, something that paved the way for him opening up to Steve. It started with Chrissy, and it deepened with Steve, you could say.

And b) Eddie is a dreamer. He believes in love, and he believes in humanity. He believes in the good in the world. I think that's part of why he sacrifices himself - for Dustin, the future and the boy he loves like a little brother, but also for that town that hates him because there are good people in Hawkins as well. He believes that good will conquer evil. And seeing that there are people amidst the jocks and popular crowd who are good proves that he was wrong to think they were all villains, all bullies - and we already see that Eddie is someone who likes to be proven wrong if it means things are way better than he thought. With Erica, he's happy that she proves his initial concern (of her being too young and not taking his campaign seriously) wrong, he's happy she roasts him because it means she's a worthy sub. It's the same with Chrissy and Steve. Because he has been proven wrong about all jocks being bullies, which proves that there's so much more good in the world than he thought.

It might simply be me and my chronic overanalyzing, but I always feel in the scenes with Chrissy and Steve that Eddie is eager to let down his guards, considering how fast he's doing it. A little scared, but eager nonetheless. Because no matter how cynical he thinks he is, deep down, he's the opposite of cynical. And he's relieved to see that maybe, that part deep down has been right and the cynical part has been wrong all along.

(On another note, adding to the conversation about Eddie not letting others close, it always breaks my heart a little to see Eddie's surprise about Dustin hugging him. As if he didn't think anyone could actually want to get closer to him. Admiration isn't the same as being loved, and I think a small part of Eddie doesn't think anyone could love him so admiration is what he seeks. He doesn't neccessarily have issues with his self-worth, but if you've been abused or neglected by a parent and bullied by your peers, it'll stick with you enough for a tiny part of yourself to believe them.)

I'd love to hear your thoughts on the matter! 😊

That's been my final essay for today, I promise 😂 Though I might be back with another one on Jason vs. Eddie 😂 Have a lovely evening/day😊

Honestly I've said so much about Eddie it wouldn't surprise me if it was me XD

Okay first of all, all of this is gold. Second, I wanna pull out a couple of particularly brutal lines:

realizing those jocks/popular people he thought were mean and scary are actually not mean and scary at all but kind and brave is much more impactful then, say, Robin the band kid being kind and brave because in Eddie's perception, he was the hero and the jocks/popular crowd the villains

I would come gently hold your face and tell you that you are amazing for putting this into words, because this is exactly it. THIS is what knocks Eddie off kilter enough to let them close.

I went back to quote you on this but it must've been someone else, so I'll bring it here- BOTH times, with Chrissy and Steve, events happen in the same order for him- he goes into interaction expecting "mean scary jock that is not going to be good," he sees evidence that something he didn't/doesn't understand is going on (Chrissy is frightened of something outside of him and more nervous about something that isn't the drug deal, Steve doesn't fight back, obeys Dustin, and the girls dive after him), and then the OTHER PERSON opens up first (Chrissy asking "do you ever feel like you're losing your mind" and Steve coming up to thank Eddie for saving his ass). This is a very specific pattern of confusion followed by shock that trips him and before he can get up, he's accepting the hand up, which is probably not less confusing.

but... as you've stated, not unwelcome, actually:

no matter how cynical he thinks he is, deep down, he's the opposite of cynical. And he's relieved to see that maybe, that part deep down has been right and the cynical part has been wrong all along.

I think you're 100% right and that this factors into why he does let them close enough to get a better look at them. Unfortunately for him, taking a step closer to Chrissy ends HORRIFICALLY, and I think that uh... I think that plays majorly into his decision to jump into the lake after Steve, his decision to fight, his reaction to seeing Steve fend off the bat, and why "it deepened with Steve" as you say.

Because here's the thing, okay. Eddie's taken two HARD hits to his paradigms (his munson code or whatever) in the last 48 hours, and the first time it happened the person died in front of him while he was still in the middle of figuring her out, and then pretty fucking immediately after the second person almost dies in front of him before he has figured him out. And we know he blames himself for not helping Chrissy. He couldn't save her. So when Steve, the next person to knock his guard down, is in danger, and Eddie CAN do something, he DOES. And.... importantly, Steve comes to him after and says "thank you for saving me." Eddie clearly doesn't even think HE did, that he had a part in that, even though he clearly did, but GOD how bad do you think it affected him, how deep did those words burrow into his chest past his defenses and grab on to his heart.

thanks for saving my ass back there.

you couldn't have saved her, but you did save me

no fucking wonder he wants to keep looking at Steve and maybe let him get a little closer. he touched the EXACT thing Eddie was so damaged over, and applied a little balm, and he doesn't even seem to realize he's doing it.

(we also could probably talk about transactional exchanges here, because. well. it's probably not NICE to think about, but given who Eddie is, how he lives, how he was raised, there's a very good chance that part of the reason he starts trying to figure out how to get Steve to accept his compliment(s) in that moment is not wanting to "owe" him the kindness Steve just showed, which is a whole... thing to unpack. That's a defense mechanism that's very subtle but very common, and a lot of people get squirmy about it because it's so common most people do it IRL too, and that makes them defensive over the character('s traits), but... it's what he's doing. Part of what he's doing anyway. I've talked before about that he IS trying to compliment Steve, but not why, and this is why)

One last thing

He believes in love, and he believes in humanity. He believes in the good in the world. I think that's part of why he sacrifices himself - for Dustin, the future and the boy he loves like a little brother, but also for that town that hates him because there are good people in Hawkins as well. He believes that good will conquer evil. And seeing that there are people amidst the jocks and popular crowd who are good proves that he was wrong to think they were all villains, all bullies

No notes, this is perfect in every way. I hadn't thought about it like this and you are so right.

#stranger things #Eddie munson #stranger things meta #steddie #steve harrington #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer #my writing #asks #I probably missed something this was long and good #also!!! you can just tag me !!!#I want you to be able to read the notes easily #when you write such lovely things

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greatunironic · 2 years

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First of all I loved The Most Remarkable Thing and I'm still thinking about it days after I first read it, thank you for sharing it with all of us! Second of all, does Madchen ever find out about the Upside Down and all that?

thank you!!

i think she does -- as soon as they move in together, steve starts lobbying for robin to tell her: she already knows that steve has some Issues, he's alluded to robin having gone through it too, and it's fucking insane, of course, but they do have enough like hard evidence to give her, el's like "i'm going crazy with a newborn and mike, the ultimate helicopter parent, so say the word and i will come to chicago and levitate some shit". also steve fully, 100% trusts madchen and madchen, despite her beautiful jock packaging, is a total weirdo and she loves a true crime moment. still robin wants to wait, just to make sure.

about two years into dating, robin tells her. she makes a power point, steve and eddie make dinner (then they order pizza because they get distracted making dinner and ruin it), el comes to town, and everyone else is on standby.

madchen listens to the presentation, nods thoughtfully along, and at the end of it says, "oh, so eddie's concept album is actually a biography, that's neat, but also how have you not gotten assassinated by the government?"

"because everyone thinks it's a concept album," says eddie.

"wow people are willfully ignorant," says madchen. "you guys are doing great considering you went through literal hell. good for you."

"that's all?" asks robin, voice small.

"yeah, babe," she says. "i mean, sure i've got a couple new reasons to hate the government -- and, like, they're good ones for sure -- but that's not new for me, i hate the man already, and you're here, you're alive, and that's great. am i maybe going to have a nightmare about will's novels that i am now seeing in a new light? probably. but you'll snuggle me after, so. also, el, you and me are going out in the morning to the court and hustling some dumb boys at horse."

and that's that on that.

#asks or whatever #stranger things #most remarkable thing

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draguta · 2 years

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.stuck in the middle with you.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you and eddie had been best friends for years, despite being from two completely different worlds. you were the good girl cheerleader, with popular friends and a rich family, he was the town 'freak'. yet, for some reason, you couldn't help feeling a little something for him, and although you didn't know it, he felt the same way.

word count: 2847 words

inspiration: stuck in the middle with you by stealers wheel

warnings: mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, implied masturbation

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It was bright inside the house, much too bright for a party in Eddie’s opinion. All the damn lights seemed to be on throughout the house, meaning that he could see the dirty looks that people kept giving him as he slumped in the corner, beer in hand, his face sour and firm. Why was he here? Even Eddie didn’t know the answer to that question. He wasn’t one for parties like this, hosted by the basketball team, all Madonna and watered-down vodka and orange. He preferred his parties, proper parties, with real music, real drinks, and the lights turned down low.

Of course, when you had rushed over to him in the parking lot before school that morning and practically begged him to escort you to the party, he had to say yes. He thought, perhaps, that the party might offer him the chance to sell a bit and make some extra cash on the side, at least that’s the reason he had told you for his immediate positive response to your question. But the truth was he could never say no to you. He would do anything that you asked of him, even if it meant sitting in the middle of this damn party alone as he waited for you to return with some stronger drinks, a headache beginning to form in his temple from the intruding glares of the lights as the happy pop music bopped in the background.

There was one positive thing to come from the light, however, and that was that he could see you. You had emerged from the kitchen now, two red cups in hand, and had been pulled to the dance floor by one of the cheerleaders to dance. He watched you, eyes trained on your form, as you began to sway your hips in time to whatever Blondie song was blasting through the speakers, your eyes closed, one plastic up clad hand raised to the ceiling, that smile that he loved so much plastered across your face. It was that smile that came to him in his dreams, that he thought about every minute of everyday; as he was making his morning coffee, as he was sitting in class not paying attention to the work on the board, as he took to the stage with his band at The Hideout. That was what played on his mind at all times, and that was why he could never say no. Not to you.

But he knew, deep down, that no matter what he felt it could never be spoken about. Those words were words that he would never utter aloud. If he did, not only would he risk losing you, but he would also risk hurting you - risk taking that smile away from you - and that was something that he would never willingly do. So there he sat, at all times, the ‘freak’ in love with the cheerleader, his best friend. His fellow ‘freaks’ sat on one side of the spectrum, and your perfect jocks and cheerleaders sat on the other. And he was there, right in the middle, with you by his side, neither one willing to slide closer to the other’s group, but neither one willing to let go.

He watched you as the song came to an end and you smiled silently at your friends, turning to make your way through the crowd back to him. It brought him a pleasure of some kind that you were keen to leave your friends on the dancefloor and instead sit with him at the very edge of the party. If he could never truly have you, at least he had your friendship, even if others looked down on it.

“One whiskey neat,” you said with a beaming smile as you approached him, handing him one of the cups. “And one rum and coke for me.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, watching as you took a sip of the dark liquid in your cup. He’d never seen you drink spirits before, thinking back to the evenings that you would spend at his trailer watching movies and sipping delicately on a white wine spritzer that he had bought specially for you.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Munson?” Your voice brought him back to the present and he simply let out a slight chuckle, taking a sip of his own drink, his mouth curled up into a smirk.

“I’ve just never seen you drink like this, sweetheart,” he replied. “You better watch out otherwise people will start to think that I’m a bad influence.”

He threw you a cheeky wink, one that you knew meant nothing really, but it didn’t stop the blush from creeping up your cheeks at the sight of it. One Eddie Munson, winking at you. You wanted him, really wanted him. But he had never shown any interest in you further than platonic friendship. Still, it didn’t stop you from hoping that someday that could change. Didn’t stop you from doodling little drawings of him in the corners of your school books. Didn’t stop you from thinking about him at night as you slid your hand between your legs.

If you were being completely honest, you hadn’t wanted to go to Chad’s stupid party. It wasn’t your scene, even if being a part of the cheerleading squad made everyone assume that it was. You supposed that’s why you had invited Eddie along, in the hopes that he would get bored and ask to leave and you could use that as an excuse to escape, preferably heading back to his trailer to curl up on the sofa and watch a movie.

“Maybe you are a bad influence,” you giggled, taking another sip of your drink and moving to sit on the arm of the chair that he was slumped in. “Before you I never drank, never smoked, never listened to Black Sabbath. Perhaps the rumors are true.”

Eddie slammed a hand against his chest, feigning insult as he turned to you with a fake expression of shock on his face. You laughed louder, and Eddie couldn’t help but beam knowing that the smile on your face now was all because of him.

“In my defense,” he said proudly, holding his hands up. “You chose to do all of those things. I didn’t force you to do anything.”

“It’s kinda hard not to do those things around you,” you laughed again, and it sounded like sweet music to Eddie’s ears. “You’re always doing irresponsible shit - how could I not join in?”

He laughed again but paused mid-chuckle, his eyes landing on you as something suddenly occurred to him. You watched as the smile fell from his face, his eyes searching yours almost questioningly. “Wait,” he said, his voice laced with uncertainty. “You don’t actually think you have to do those things just because I do, right? Because you definitely don’t need to do that. I mean, you can do that kinda shit if you want to bu-”

You leaned forward with a gentle smile, placing a finger on his lips. He was rambling again, something that you had noticed over the years was a continuing habit for him, especially when he had been drinking or smoking, or when he was overthinking. It was endearing, you had always thought, to see him struggling to get his words out, concerned that you weren’t fully understanding what he was saying. Endearing, yes. That was exactly how you would describe it.

Whilst you didn’t realize it, Eddie’s entire frame froze as you pressed your finger to his lips. It was something that you had never done before, and whilst he had been in close proximity to you in the past, laying side by side in his bed whilst he forced you to listen to the latest Iron Maiden record, or hunched over your desk as you desperately tried (and failed) to help him increase his grades so that you could graduate together, it had never been like this before. This close. This intimate. His heart began to pound in his chest, and he was certain he could feel the sweat begin to pool in his palms, clammy and sticky.

“Eddie, you know I don’t do that stuff just because you do,” you interjected sweetly, looking over as the dark orbs of his eyes remained trained to yours. “I do it because I like it, and you showed that stuff to me. Taught me how to do it. You showed me how fun it was to be different. For that I owe you.”

Before he knew what he was doing his hand was raising into the air, as if it had a mind of its own, reaching forward towards your face. It felt as if the world around you had slowed down, the bodies clashing together on the dance floor now invisible to your eyes, the pounding music muffled and quiet. There was only the two of you now, so close, so in love, even if neither of you had the guts to admit it.

“You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart,” he said quietly, his voice rough as he attempted to keep it low. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand found its way to your cheek, and you prepared yourself to lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed, a content smile appearing on your glossed lips. But almost as quickly as the touch came, it left again, and your eyes snapped open to find Eddie recoiling his hand away, leaning away from your own touch, blinking erratically as if he had just committed the worst of crimes. He stumbled upwards to his feet, discarding the drink that you had lovingly prepared for him on the armrest of the chair, running a hand awkwardly through his dark locks. He turned and looked at you again, and you swore you could see something etched into those brown eyes; guilt. “I-I’m sorry. Look, I-I have to go. I’ll see you later, OK?”

And just like that he had vanished into the crowd of jocks and cheerleaders on the dancefloor, leaving you sat on the arm of the chair alone and perplexed. You couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that he had left you there so abruptly. No, you would let him. Not when you had been so close - so fucking close - to getting what you had wanted for years. You had felt it, the connection, the spark, one that pushed the pair of you beyond the realms of mere friendship. He had felt it too, you were certain. Is that why he had run?

You stood up sharply, a wave of determination washing over you as you pushed your way through the hordes of people to the door, certain that you would find him outside. You were right, your eyes scanning across the garden until they finally landed on Eddie rushing to his van, rubbing a hand down his face, the other shoved into his pocket as he curled his shoulders up towards him.

“Eddie!” You shouted, exiting the house and racing down the path after him. “Eddie!”

You knew that he had heard you, able to tell from the slight twist of his head in your direction at the sound of his name, even if he didn’t turn to look at you properly, or stopped walking. You walked faster, falling into a jog, finally reaching him just as he slid the key into the door of his van.

“Eddie, stop. Please.” He sighed, finally turning around to look at you. There it was again, that guilt, hidden slightly before, now in plain sight, written across his face as if it were one of his tattoos. “Dude, what was that? Why did you run like that?”

He blinked slowly in thought, as if trying to conjure up the perfect answer, one that wouldn’t hurt you or your friendship, but would still offer a reasonable explanation. Nothing came to his mind. “I-I guess I just didn’t like the way that you touched me.”

He blurted it out before he even realized what he was saying, and he regretted it just as quickly. You took a step back from him, your eyes squinting slightly in pain, eyebrows furrowed, fists clenching at your sides. He knew that he shouldn’t have said it, he knew that he had hurt you, but he hadn’t thought, simply panicked.

“No, Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that,” he scrambled quickly, taking a step towards you, hand outstretched. But you moved away again, and he could almost feel his heart sink to the pit of his stomach.

“You don’t like it when I touch you?” You cried angrily. He could see the tears beginning to pool in your eyes, the hurt evident on your face. It pained him to know that it wasn’t a smile or laughter that he had caused this time, it was suffering. “W-What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The tears began to spill quickly and without much warning, but you continued to berate him, almost as if you couldn’t control the words as they themselves spilt from your lips. “What? You don’t like it when I hug you? Y-You think I’m disgusting or something? Why would you say that to me, Eds?”

“Hey,” he finally interjected, able to at last get a word in between your angry rant, placing his hands on either of your shoulders and pulling you back to look up at him. “That’s not what I meant, OK?”

“Then what did you mean?” You could feel the tears that were tarnishing your make-up as they slithered down your cheeks, could sense the waver in your voice as you spoke, and the wobble of your bottom jaw as you held back the sobs. “Y-You’re supposed to be my best friend.”

He sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, glancing down at his feet for a moment in thought before his brown eyes met yours again. “I-I meant that, when you touched me like that, when you touched my face, my lips, it was too much for me to take,” he began to explain. You opened your mouth to let out another snarky remark in return but he stopped you, continuing before you had the chance. “When you touched me I felt something, something that I’d been trying to ignore, to forget about because it was too risky to even acknowledge.”

Your frame relaxed slightly in his grasp, but your frown remained, searching his face for an answer to the many questions that you had.

“That’s what made me touch you, I-I just wanted to hold you there for just a second,” he continued. “But as soon as I did I realized that I shouldn’t have done it. Because the second that my hand touched your skin I was ready to give you everything that I have. That scared me.”

“What exactly are you trying to tell me, Eds?” You asked slowly, never breaking the intense eye contact that you had with your best friend. Your heart was beating ten times the normal rate, and you felt as if you could barely breathe, praying that the next words out of his mouth would be the ones that you had been hoping to hear for so long. His eyes darted between your own as he took another step forward, his hands dropping to your waist, his body so close to yours now that you could smell his scent - musky, with a hint of spearmint, and a lot of pot. His gaze never left your eyes if only to quickly glance down at your lips, parted slightly as you let out a deep, shaky breath.

“Tell me to stop,” he said so quietly that you almost couldn’t hear him over the music raging from the party inside. “Tell me not to do this. Just say the word and I’ll walk away.”

You stayed silent. You didn’t want him to stop or to walk away. You wanted this more than anything else. He took that as his invite, and within a moment his lips were on yours, a sweet and tender kiss that grew harsher and hungrier with each passing second. Your hands found their way up to his hair, tangling in the long roots, whilst his arms snaked around your waist pulling you flush against his chest. It was perfect, everything that the both of you had imagined. He tasted like cigarettes, something that you had expected, but what you hadn’t expected was the slight hint of cherry flavor coming from his chapstick, one that you were almost certain he had stolen from you at some point in time.

It wasn’t long before you pulled away from each other, forced to draw back by a lack of air. But his hand slid around your shoulder gently; now that he had touched you, he never wanted to let you go again. He turned you in the direction of his van.

“Let me take you home, babygirl.”

“I would like that Eddie.”

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ithinkicouldloveher · 6 months

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don’t get me wrong i LOVE when steddie fics include chrissy as eddie’s best friend, whether as an ex or not but. god there’s just something so special about making her come from steve’s side instead?

like whether it's steve and chrissy as lovers-to-friends or acquaintances-to-friends, there's so much potential with this pairing for subversive exploration -- they're both high school royalty but not bullies, they both crumble under the weight of societal and familial expectations, and they both hide their issues under the surface, because they know there's an image to uphold. so they uphold it, but with great costs.

steve and chrissy struggle with not falling into the neat boxes they've been pre-destined for -- steve the rich douchey jock, chrissy the dumb happy cheerleader -- and i just think they would find lots of comfort in one another's company. :)

#steve & chrissy #bear in mind im a steve kinnie AND a chrissy kinnie #so #yeah

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munsons-maiden · 1 year

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I feel like eddie isn't a hard person to get to know once he let's his guard down which I feel like he does pretty quickly with certain ppl he also seems like he's very easy going and just someone who's easy to befriend and I bet once you become friends with him you're there for life and he'd drop everything to help you out if you needed it

Hm, I partly agree with you. @kedreeva and me talked about this topic a while ago - Eddie has friends (a lot, too, it seems, with Hellfire and the party calling them when he went missing), but he didn't go to them in his time of need. The guys from Corroded Coffin were having band practice without him after news of a gruesome murder at the trailer park was making the rounds that morning (granted, Eddie's name hadn't gone public yet but still, if my friend didn't show up for band practice and there was news of a murder which happened at his neighborhood, I'd sure as hell be on my way to check on him) and it didn't take much for Jason to get Dustin's name out of them, selling a possible hiding place off to Jason when it was clear as day Jason didn't want to have a little tea party with Eddie. And of all his friends, nobody knew where he could have been hiding - it was a logical conclusion to look at the house of his supplier because that was the only lead they had.

Our conclusion was that Eddie wants to open up, but is scared to do so because opening up means making yourself vulnerable and prone to getting hurt. It matches with Eddie's past - he got hurt already in a way, by his father, the person who was meant to protect him. Eddie shows people bits and pieces of himself, not putting on an act because what he shows is his true self, or at least always a facet of it, but never the full picture. And I think most people never noticed they never got the full picture.

But you're absolutely right - he starts to open up, and interestingly, those he starts opening up to first are jocks, the very group of people he was shown to despise (in the cafeteria scene, he was hollering at lots of different groups, but he singled out Jason to actually make it personal. Then again, what I always found interesting, is that Eddie seems to hold a grudge solely to basketballers. He was nice to the cheerleaders passing him by even though they very obviously made fun of him in passing - that whole little interaction told us so much about how he still chooses to be kind, that the guy walking on tables and yelling at people was part of a defensive act and that he's not a prick - and he was ready to be kind to Chrissy as soon as he realized she wasn't mean and scary and didn't pose a threat to him. He even tells her later on that he was scared of her). And he opens up towards Steve in the Upside Down, admitting not one but two "flaws" (jealousy because of Dustin's love for Steve and shame/cowardice (we know he wasn't a coward for running, but he doesn't)) and even telling him to fight for true love (which also tells us a lot about Eddie's character and what he values (love). The two similarities between Chrissy and Steve - apart from them being jocks and part of the popular crowd Eddie should despise, since they're symbols of the forced conformity leading society to ostracize him - are that 1. they are not what he thought they'd be like (mean & scary), challenging his worl view but for the better because them being nice might mean that he's been wrong about putting them in neat little boxes, but it's nice to see that he was wrong because that means there's more kindness in the world than he thought there was and 2. they were the ones to open up first.

@kedreeva summed it up perfectly: Eddie is easy to befriend, but hard to get close to.

But we also see that he wants to open up, given how fast he does as soon as someone shows vulnerability first, especially if that someone is a potential-bully-turned-out-a-Nice-Person.

I keep repeating myself but that's what I first thought when he talked to Steve in the UD: Eddie has the eyes of a cynic, but the heart of a romantic. He wants the world to be good and kind, even though he faced its claws enough times to know they're sharp. And it says so, so much about Eddie that despite having faced and being hurt by those claws before, it didn't make him hard. He chose to stay soft. He chose to believe in kindness, even though he might view the world with suspicion, and he wants to be part of the kindness rather than the claws. That's why he makes Chrissy laugh, tells Steve to fight for true love, keeps an eye out for Dustin so he doesn't follow his curiosity right into a cold, possibly dangerous, monster-infested lake, why he is beating himself up over not having been able to help Chrissy to the point of dedicating a whole guitar solo to her to avenge her, and why he uses his final breaths to make Dustin promise there would be someone to take his place, to look out for all the lost little sheep, to grant them shelter against the wolfish claws of the world. That's the core of Eddie's character.

Which brings me to the final part, which is that I wholeheartedly agree that Eddie would do everything for his friends and those he loves. He proved that the moment he cut the rope, his own way of getting out, to make sure Dustin wouldn't have a way to get back in, into the danger zone.

#making myself cry again #kiki answers #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson meta

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eddiemunsonsimpp · 2 years

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Can I request an Angst to happy ending Eddie Munson x Chrissy long oneshot where Chrissy and Eddie are dating and happy and Jason sabotages the relationship by writing a note saying awful things about Eddie and he shows it to Eddie and makes Eddie believe Chrissy wrote it. When Chrissy meets up with Eddie later, she tries to hug him and he pushes her away and she’s confused why he’s acting this way and she asks him what’s wrong and he starts yelling at her in anger and confronts her about the note and shows it to her and she starts sobbing and tries to convince him that she didn’t write it and she tells him she loves him for the first time and when he finally realizes Jason set him up, he apologizes to Chrissy and hugs her and kisses her and tells Chrissy how sorry he is while he keeps kissing her and tells her he loves her too and he ends up taking Chrissy back to his place and they show each other just how much they love each other by having their first time together?

I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS. CONCEPT. SO MUCH 😭😭😭

so here u go bby I rlly hope I did this justice for u💝🖤🦋

im honestly not very happy w how I ended it, or the smut itself but it’s fine🥲

warnings - 18+! minors pls dni I will throw up, drug ment, ANGSTANGSTANGST!! angry eds 🥺, smut but like,,, fluffy smut💝 slight homophobia/bullying/Jason is literally the fucking worst 🥲 USE OF THE F SLUR!!!

tags - angst, fluff, SMUT :’) established hellcheer 💝,

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It was nearing the end of the school day, thankfully, Eddie thought as he slammed his locker shut. The end of classes meant he would soon be back in his element, comfortable, unbothered. Soon, he would be in the drama room, theatrically leading his group of friends to their imenent deaths - In D&D, of course. The heel of his shoe squeaked against the linoleum as he started towards his second to last class of the day, but not before…

“Hey! Hey, freak!” He stopped in his tracks, preparing himself for whatever sheer dumbassery he was about to endure from the mouth of none other than Jason Carver. He begrudgingly turned around to face the jock, who was holding a small, white piece of paper. “Thought you might want to see what your little girlfriend wrote about you. Mrs. Click caught her passing notes with Haley M.” He started with a mischievous smirk before thrusting the paper into Eddie’s hands. He glanced between Jason and the piece of paper. “She was caught passing notes… and somehow you wound up in possession of them?” Eddie replied flatly. Jason shrugged. “I grabbed it on my way out, you know Click isn’t particularly observant when everyone’s piling out the door.” He lied through his teeth before setting off with his gaggle of goons. Eddie sighed and folded the note gently and shoved it into his pocket to read once he got out of class.

The next hour passed slowly, Eddie drumming impatiently on his desk with his pencil, bouncing his leg up and down. All that was on his mind at this point was the folded piece of paper burning a hole in his jean pocket. What if Jason wasn’t bullshitting him? What if he was right, and Chrissy really did write about him? Surely, Chrissy wouldn’t. They had been dating for nearly 5 months at this point, and they’ve been amazing, not a single flaw from either party in sight. He was absolutely enamored with Chrissy, really. He had even started showing up to pep rallies and games, things he couldn’t possibly give less of a shit about, but, he knew it was important to her.

As soon as the bell rang, Eddie practically jumped out of his chair and went on his way, grabbing the note from his pocket and unfolding it. He just had to know. And, as his eyes scanned over the page, he wished he hadn’t. The handwriting was almost unmistakably Chrissy’s. Soft, pink letters flowed along the page in a beautifully neat pattern. His breath hitched in his throat and his heart dropped as he read the albeit short display of what could only be described as distaste. Disgust. Shaming his hobbies, likes, you name it, all in graphic detail and pretty pink ink. One line in particular towards the bottom stood out to him. It seemed like Jason was right, she was passing this with Haley M. In Algebra, and her reply made his stomach flip and blood run cold.

Definitely ew. Have you seen the way he acts around Harrington? It wouldn’t surprise me if he was a faggot.

He shakily shoved the note back into his pocket with a broken exhale from his nose and decided to leave it for now, he would deal with it later, when he could properly gather his thoughts. Though, unfortunately for Hellfire Club, the session was rushed, and almost sloppy. Everyone could tell clear as day something was bothering him very deeply, but they all knew to not push him. If he wanted to tell them, he would, and that clearly was not the case. Instead, the group of boys just shared uncomfortable glances as their DM tried to still make the session enjoyable for them, but, ultimately failed as it was clear he was itching for the clock to strike 7, an early call for a session, but not uncommon. Once the session was wrapped much to the boys dismay, Eddie quickly got to work cleaning everything back up and breaking down his setup. Gareth and Jeff lingered behind momentarily, debating whether or not to say anything to Eddie. They ultimately decided against it, and, settled on a pat on his shoulder and a knowing glance. “Call me if you need anything.” Gareth spoke seriously before finally catching up with the rest of the club.

As Eddie loaded everything into his van, he noticed the footsteps on the pavement behind him. “Eddie!” A sweet voice called behind him. He turned around and, for a second, nearly forgot about the note as Chrissy stood in front of him, her backpack clutched tightly in her arms and a bright, beaming smile took over her features. “Hey.” He replied weakly, giving her a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “So, I was thinking maybe we could go and grab dinner at Benny’s tonight? On me!” She offered brightly. “Oh, uh- well, I’m a little busy tonight, Chris.” Eddie started. “Oh! Okay, that’s fine!” Chrissy chirped. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” She smiled and leaned in to wrap her arms around him, only for him to pull away from her. Her eyebrows furrowed and her cheerful expression dropped. “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, Chrissy.” He replied flatly before rounding to his side of the van, barely even acknowledging the girl. It stung, sure, but, she decided to leave it. She knew he had a hard time at school, especially from her ex boyfriend. It was likely Jason was especially up to his antics that particular day, and maybe Eddie just needed some space. She shot him and affirming smile and cheerful wave as he peeled out of the parking lot.

The next day, however, didn’t go unnoticed. He spent the day damn near avoiding her like the plague. That was, until she followed him into the parking lot. “Hi, baby.” She greeted lovingly and once again, went to wrap her arms around him, only to have her wrist grabbed and gently moved away from him. Her expression dropped and she crossed her arms. “Eddie, what-what is up with you?” She huffed. Eddie wrung a dry laugh, more of a scoff. “What’s up with me? Really?” He towered her. “Yes! You’re being mean.” She spoke quieter now. “I’m being mean? Last I checked I wasn’t the one passing notes, shitting all over my boyfriend.” Confusion overpowered Chrissy’s face. “Passing no-what the hell are you talking about, Eddie?” He sighed deeply and reached into his backpack, retrieving the slip of paper and thrust it into her hands. She stared at the paper, confusion, anger and hurt filled her eyes. “I- Eddie, I didn’t-“ She scoffed. “I didn’t write this - why, would I write this?” She stared up at him. “Don’t play fucking dumb with me.” He spat. He pressed the back of his head against the van, screwing his eyes shut. “I should’ve fuckin’ known, I mean-“ He let out a dry chuckle. “Why would the Queen of Hawkins High actually want to be with me, the Freak.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Eds, I didn’t fucking write this!” Chrissy defended, her shoulders slumping. “Who gave you this, anyway?” She crumpled the paper, tossing it to the side. “Does it even matter? Clearly, I’ve just been a fucking idiot for the past 5 months.” He huffed. “Eddie, I’m telling you, I didn’t write that. None of that’s true. You know I love how passionate you are about your music, I come to your shows every Tuesday! I listen to that Black Sabbath tape you gave me, all the time!” She pleaded. “Well, consider your Tuesday nights free.” He spoke softer now, almost as if he accepted his defeat. “Eddie, please - this wasn’t me!” Her voice wavered as tears pricked her eyes. A dry, shaky laugh escaped his throat and he sniffled, wiping his sleeve over his nose. “No, Chris, I can’t-“ He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, willing them to dry. He pushed himself off of the side of the van and started off to finally leave. “I love you.” Chrissy spoke suddenly, but softly. She had picked back up the note and had analyzed over the lettering. “Please don’t go. I know who fucking did this.” Her hands shook as she held the paper. Eddie exhaled a shaken breath and turned back around to face her, his expression had softened, tears freely fell down his cheeks now. “You love me?” He asked unevenly. She swallowed thickly and looked back up at him. “This-… Did Jason give you this?” Realization quickly washed over Eddie, only to be chased with incredible guilt. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck-“ Eddie cursed harshly under his breath as he leaned his head back, screwing his eyes shut. He brought a shaky hand over his face. Chrissy slowly stepped towards him until she laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. He dropped his hands around her waist and hugged her tight against him. “I really am a fucking idiot, huh?” He chuckled a little. “I’m so sorry, Chris. I’m- I’m so fucking sorry.” He nearly sobbed out, burying his face in her hair. “I love you.” She murmured, barely above a whisper. “You mean that?” His voice had softened to a near whisper, matching hers. She nodded fervently against his chest. She pulled away from him just enough to look at him. Her once pouty, wobbling lip quirked a small smile, “I love you, and, as much as it upsets my parents, I really do love that Black Sabbath tape you gave me.” She giggled brightly, quickly returning to her usual, smiley self. Eddie returned the toothy grin and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. “I love you.” He spoke lowly. Chrissy beamed up at him and he planted a small kiss on her forehead. “Let me make it up to you, hm?” He held her flush against his chest. She nodded, embracing his touch. “Yeah?” He murmured, rubbing comforting strokes up and down her back. “We can go get Benny’s - on me.”

As the two sat in the run down diner, everything felt fine once again. They had nearly forgotten about the incident as a whole as Chrissy giggled brightly around the straw of her milkshake, watching Eddie try to catch a fry in his mouth, and, failing a few dozen times. Eventually, he theatrically braced himself. “This is gonna be the one, okay? I know it.” He suggests to her with a goofy grin. She nodded and watched, feigning a serious expression. He took a dramatic exhale and held a fry in one of his palms, bringing his other down onto his wrist to launch the fry, almost comically high, and successfully landed in his mouth. Chrissy gasped and fell into a fit of giggles as Eddie pumped his fist in the air in sweet victory. As the theatrics and giggles died down they sat in comfortable silence as they enjoyed their food. Eddie was the one to break the silence, clapping his hands together and pointing at her with his index.

“After this we could go back to mine and watch a movie? Maybe smoke a little, if you’re up for it?” He shot her a lopsided smile. “Okay! What movie did you have in mind?” She chirped. Eddie pondered for a moment, drumming his fingers on the table. “Uh - Well, I’ve got a few I haven’t returned yet,” He started, “But they’re all horror.” He smiled sheepishly, knowing Chrissy wasn’t the biggest on horror. She shrugged, “We can watch a horror movie, I don’t mind - I know you like them a lot.” She smiled at him. “You sure?” Concern washed over his face. “I can always go by Family Video, get Harrington to sneak me something good for ya.” She giggled in response and shook her head. “No, really, it’s okay!” He smiled and popped another fry into his mouth. “Alright, well, you can pick which one we watch then.” She grinned. “Okay.”

Eddie rifled through the small pile of tapes, laying them out on the coffee table. He briefly summarized each movie to Chrissy while he busied his hands rolling a joint. She sat with her knees to her chest, pondering her decision for a moment before landing on Trick or Treat. The pair cuddled up on the couch with a few snacks, haphazardly passing the now lit joint back and forth. Eddie occasionally pressed small kisses to her forehead and she nuzzled her head into his chest, eventually ending up sat in his lap while he drew lazy circles over her thigh. Before they knew it, the end credits were rolling. Chrissy stretched with a yawn before folding her hands over her stomach, gazing up at Eddie lovingly. He returned the sweet gaze and leaned down, situating himself comfortably overtop of her and placing small kisses all over her face, drawing out giggles from her. She tangled her hands in his curls as his lips finally landed on hers. His hands dropped to her waist, setting loving squeezes as she wrapped her arms around his neck as the soft kiss evolved into passionate, calculated kisses. Eddie gently took her bottom lip between his teeth, causing her to arch into his touch. He gripped her thigh, his rings biting into her soft skin. She tugged lightly at his hair, drawing a small moan out of his throat. She grinned against his lips and allowed her hands to travel, playing with the hem of his shirt until he pulled back to shrug it off. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and she shivered, arching her back until their chests pressed together, their hands wandered all over each other as Eddie slowly trailed his lips over her jaw and down her neck, leaving small bites and marks in his wake. She hummed contently and intertwined her fingers in his hair. He slid his hands over the small space of exposed skin on her waist and trailed his hands up, continuing to pull up her shirt, his cold rings sending goosebumps over her body.

He pulled her legs around his waist and wrapped his arms around her back, quickly carrying her to the bedroom, rarely breaking the kiss as he set her gently down on the bed, towering over her. He pulled away just enough to press their foreheads together, the room being filled with only the sounds of their bated breaths. “Please, let me apologize. Show you how sorry I am.” He begged in a whisper, trailing his hands down to pull off her shirt. He gently traced the fabric of her bra, running his calloused fingers over her pebbled nipples through the lacy fabric. His eyes met hers, pupils blown wide in a puppy dog stare that had her heart doing flips in her chest.

“Please?” He whispered as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her skirt, never breaking eye contact. She swallowed thickly and nodded fervently. “Please, Eddie…” She begged lowly. He tugged her skirt down along with her panties, kneeling down at the end of the bed and gently pulling her thighs spread. He stared up at her in awe. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He breathed as he trailed his fingers lightly over her thighs. Chrissy propped herself up on her elbows, cheeks flushed and staring at him in expectancy and adoration. Eddie slowly trailed soft kisses up her thighs, occasionally dragging his teeth gently over her skin, causing a shaky sigh to fall from her lips. He began planting slow, whisper light kisses onto her heat before dragging his tongue over her slit, causing her to gasp. He soon wrapped his lips around her clit, suckling gently. He rubbed circles into her thighs with his thumbs as he held her legs over his shoulders. She shivered and tilted her head back against the bed, her eyelids fluttering closed. His tongue wrapped tight circles around her clit, a small moan escaping her throat as he slowly built his intensity, focusing more and more on her clit. He teased his middle finger at her entrance, gathering her slick on the calloused pad before slowly pressing into her, curling up against the spot that had her back arching, small moans and mewls freely played off her tongue. He replaced his tongue with his free hand, circling her clit at a quick pace as she grinded down to meet his hand with each small thrust and curl of his fingers. He hummed lightly and bit his lip as he felt her clench around him and her body fell slack against the bed. He rose to eye level with her again, pressing his lips passionately against hers, slipping his tongue past her lips. He trailed his fingers up her arms before letting his hands rest on the sides of her face. She purred against his touch and let her fingers trail down to fumble with his belt. He quickly took over, unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the side as he pulled his jeans down, leaving him in just his boxers.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him flush against her and their kisses became a passionate mess of lips and tongues, both panting and letting soft moans flow into the air. He gripped at her hips and her chest. Eddie quickly tugged his boxers down, resulting in his cock springing forward, resting on his belly. She slowly wrapped a hand around it, guiding him to line up with her heat. He pulled back, breaking the kiss as he slowly pushed into her with a shared gasp before stilling, allowing her to adjust. Once she relaxed around him she nodded, to which he slowly bottomed out, shared ragged breaths fell from the pair. “So perfect.” He purred, intertwining their fingers as he set pace. He went slow, but deepened his thrusts, drawing out more moans and whimpers from both of them. He left a trail of wet kisses over her neck, hot breath fanning over her skin. Eddie lifted her legs up and around his waist, picking up his pace as he chased both of their highs. Chrissy bit her lip and let out a shaky moan, feeling the coil in her belly tighten. Their lips reconnected again, only to be broken. Sweaty foreheads pressed together as they both panted. She felt the coil finally snap as she came undone, broken moans and whimpers fell rampant from her mouth, her eyes screwed shut and her back arched as he continued to thrust through her orgasm, quickly reaching his own. He laid overtop of her and peppered kisses over her face, brushing her now wild hair out of her face. He held her tightly in his arms.

“I love you, sweet girl.” He whispered.

“I love you, Eds.” She pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

#Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson smut #requests #eddissy #hellcheer #one shot #angst with a happy ending #stranger things angst

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Ashley Harrington had it all- she was a cheerleader, one of the most popular girls in school. Not only due to being a cheerleader, but because of her brother. But she had a secret that neither her brother or best friend Chrissy knew- she was in love with Eddie Munson. One day during lunch she was watching Eddie as usual, when he hopped up on the table and started speaking to the whole cafeteria. She hated the way everyone, including her brother, called him a freak. Usually it was behind his back-but that day it looked like Jason Carver was going to insult him in front of the entire cafeteria.

It felt like just another day to Eddie, getting up and walking across his lunch table, shouting to the other students in the cafeteria about how brainwashed they’d all been into fitting into neat little categories. Jason Carver, one of the more antagonistic jocks, started heckling him, and he simply stuck his fingers up on his head to mimic horns as he stuck his tongue out as Jason left the cafeteria.

Hopping down from the table and plopping back down into his seat, he glanced over and happened to catch Ashley Harrington’s gaze. The forbidden fruit. Well, he was probably being dramatic, but it certainly felt that way, her being Steve’s sister and all. He didn’t know Steve super well, but he knew at the very least he thought he was a freak like everyone else at school. He shot her a bright, toothy smile, giving her a playful salute from across the room. He was pretty sure they had biology together, maybe he could actually try getting to know her better.

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WAIT OKAY I just read your supernatural st au and AHHHHH now I need that one too holy shit token human Steve!! Token human Steve!!!

Even here everyone’s just like I love him he’s a neat little guy he’s literally thrown himself around and been mortally wounded for the party when he’s literally the only human and everyone’s just like - him!!!! Selkie Robin and how they find out they’re soulmates!! Aaahh!!!! And that final line…… I am obsessed putting in my little request for a full fic when you can, pretty please!!!

Anon you're spoiling meeeee I love you I love hearing from people who like my writing/ideas!! Original post

This one is definitely something that has high potential of me actually writing too. Because like, yeah. The Party is Marge Simpson "I just think they're neat" potato meme about Steve. He's so shaped.

This has a readmore because it's actually got two different mini scenes in it. Enjoy~~~ (also note I included a bit of another non kinky kinkmeme prompt about supernatural baby sitter Steve in this!)

I imagine a scene where Dustin, early fall of '85, is complaining to Lucas and Mike about another failed attempt to get Steve Officially (as he can't actually be Pack unless he KNOWS he's pack, ya feel? Like he IS their pack but also he doesn't know so not really but yes but no...) In their pack at lunch, and Eddie, who as mentioned is a vampire that feeds off energy and is therefore The Most Dramatic Bitch Ever, overhears and is like

"Steve? Steve Harrington is part of your Pack??"

And Dustin goes "well he would if he stopped being DENSE about it!!! We've been trying to tell him-"

"you've been trying to tell him" says Mike.

"-since before Christmas last year! But he keeps thinking we're-"

"you're-"

"-talking about DnD!!"

Eddie is just a little shocked his newest sheepies have been trying for nine months to tell Steve, King Steve, of all people, that his preppy human ass is such a firm part of their Pack that they haven't given up on telling him.

Lucas pipes up. "To be fair to Steve, he was concussed before Christmas last year, and then again this summer."

Dustin shakes his head. "Need to get the guy a helmet. Protect the braincells he has left."

"did he have any to begin with?"

"oh, can it, Mike." Lucas says. "At least he knows about Robin, now. So maybe you should ask her for help. He believed her!"

Ohhh? Eddie was curious, because he had heard certain...rumours, about a Robin and her possible tie to Steve Harrington.

Dustin scoffs. "Okay, yeah, but she's his literal actual soulmate who he still refuses to date, and she transformed in front of him. But I don't want to freak him out. A seal is one thing, a wolf is another!"

"Dustin, you're basically a dachshund."

"fuck right off"

Eddie waves his hands in front of them. "Wait wait wait. Are you talking about Robin Buckley? The selkie in the marching band with Gareth?" The sheepies nod. "You're saying Steve Harrington, former captain of laundry basket sport-"

"actually pretty sure he wasn't ever basketball captain, just swim team-"

"-former Head Jock, is dorky little Robin Buckley's soulmate? Like full on, Selkie coat magic woo woo, Soulmate?"

They all nod, but it's Lucas who speaks. "Yeah. They worked together over the summer. Became, like, inseparable. She told him in August sometime I think."

Eddie does not know how to process that.

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ALSO!!!

I imagine Steves parents sitting him down, after his nineteenth birthday (which I headcanon as April first) and very carefully explaining to him that Monsters Are Real.

And Steve sitting there, nearly eight months into knowing that, trying to pretend he doesn't. Pretending that since Robin told him she was a Selkie and the Party told him about being werewolves, he'd sort of, kind of, become any supernatural beings' go to babysitter. Sort of.

It started with a litter of pups he stumbled across in the woods who seemed really friendly for being abandoned in the woods and welcomed the water he brought them and the ear scritches he gave, that he didn't even realize were werewolf children until a couple came crashing through the trees frantically and stopped to watch as he helped a puppy get a leaf off its paw. And the pups are waggled over to the woman and the man looked at Steve with a twitchy nose and then Steve realized they were scenting him because ohhhh. Werewolves.

And Steve went "uh. I think they forgot how to change back? Good luck?" And left. Because what else was he going to do?

So it became a thing. Little magical creatures were told that if all else fails, Steve Harrington will make sure you're safe and looked after until your parents could get to them. He amassed a Rolodex of the contact info near-human folk of Hawkins, and a reputation for being a damn good babysitter. And also somehow having a gaggle of kids around him whenever he went to the park.

So his parents go on and on about things Steve already knows about and he's wondering why they're telling him all of it and also how they know and then they mention how these things are dangerous. How they must be removed. Destroyed. Killed.

Because that's what Harringtons do, they hunt monsters in the night and keep the good, normal, human folks of america safe.

And Steve, who knows that there are supernatural creatures in Hawkins; who knows what actual monsters in Hawkins look like and has hit them with a spiked bat and an axe; who can't go three blocks before some pup or fae or gnome or whatever decides to follow him like a duckling; who little lost kids of all shapes and sizes flock to in order to get back home; sits there and listens as his parents tell him how to kill them. How to salt and burn the remains.

He grips the edge of the table with white knuckles and purposefully evens his breath. He will not betray The Party, or Robin, or any of the families who have found a safe haven in Hawkins to live their lives peacefully. And isn't it ironic, that the place the Harringtons supposedly live, the place they are barely in because of legitimate business and the family business takes them across the country, is a hotbed for supernatural activity. It happened right under their noses, and their only son and heir was at the centre of it. The Human in a Pack of werewolves, platonic soulmate to a Selkie, potential.... something to a vampire, babysitter of all the little creatures of the county.

So Steve tries to make a plan. He can't let his parents know that Hawkins is anything but a quiet human town, but he can't let them keep hurting innocents either. It's either a long con of taking up his family mantle and changing things from inside, manipulating the system like he did in highschool to his whims, or dismantling it loudly and more dramatically which could back fire.

Either way, as soon as his parents leave again (for human related business), he takes the family Grimoire, his birthright, and calls an All Party Meeting.

He slams the tome onto the table and says, simply,

"we've got a problem"

#anonasaurus #stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #supernatural au #eddie munson #lucas Sinclair #hes barely in it but i love him #finda's rambles #findaanswers #finda writes stuff #i hope this is something of what you were looking for anon!!#also this is an excellent example of if you want me to write more literally just shoot me an ask #tumblr is stinky so i may not answer right away but when i dooooo well. i do this #only vague but definitely hinted at #steddie #human steve au

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STRANGER THINGS ASK GAME GO GO GO

❤ Favorite Male: Three-character tie between Steve, Will, and Eddie. The babygirl, the son, and the holy gay spirit, amen.

❤ Favorite Female: MAX. OH MY BELOVED DEAR CHILD MAX <3 or El. God I love El so so much I would kill a man for her, my sweet beloved daughter who has killed before <3

❤ Favorite Pairing: oooo Steddie or Byler! Cause like- the Opposites Attract and Metal/Jock and Popular/Unpopular for Steddie is absolutely legendary, BUT. The chilldhood friends to lovers. The pining. The misunderstandings. Byler SO gets it.

❤ Least Favorite Character: Brenner, Billy, or Jason. Buncha fuckin' rat men bastards

❤ who’s most like me: Suzie <3 I too am a massive nerd raised in a religious household who plays clarinet and has big glasses and probably will end up dating an equally massive dork in the future. Also under-appreciated <3

❤ most attractive: S3 Steve specifically. A dude at his peak babygirl. The highlights, the lipgloss, the eyelashes. Hot damn. Oh my god or Joyce- unhinged milf, my wife, I am proposing to her, I am so in love with Joyce.

❤ three more characters that I like: Murray (bc he is utterly batshit <3), Chrissy (bc she is a lesbian <3), or Bob (bc he is a neat little fellow <3)

#ty for the ask beloved!

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seghs24 · 2 years

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Watched the first part of Stranger Things S4! My thoughts:

I have no idea why but something about this show..... I can never remember anyone's fucking name. Every time I watch a new season it's like "Which one is Mike again? Who's that kids older brother? Who is this?"

I really straight up forget that this is a horror themed show! Every time I think about it I imagine it as a Sci-Fi Action type show and then I watch a new season and go Holy Fucking Shit That's Terrifying. Why did they crack that girl apart like that.

I love Joyce and I would die for Joyce

I really hope Jane gets to fucking destroy her bullies with her mental powers. Rip those bitches apart girl!!!

God I'm so fucking in love with Steve. Also him immediately trying to become Robin's wingman? He's so fucking adorable

Man Mike's such a pussy "omg El what did you do!?!?!?" bro she bashed her bullies brains in??? Your girlfriend is a badass and that bitch deserved it

Eddie is insane but I love him and his wild af hair

At this point it's insane that everyone doubts Joyce. She's right about literally EVERYTHING. EVERY TIME.

Also lmaoooo Hopper just fell and she left his ass there without even checking. Just went "Damn he must have evaporated 😭" girl you didn't even look!!!

I love that Nancy was running around yelling for Fred? Freddy? And the cops didn't even fucking notice and when she went to the officer he was like "Fuck you're still here?" Yes? You didn't see her or hear her? Hello???

On one hand I hate that dumb meathead jock for immediately falling for bullshit propaganda but on the other hand, despite his girlfriend being killed, he still took the time to grab Lucas and comfort and reassure him and tell him his sister was fine.

But also if he hurts Eddie I'm gonna reach thru the screen and kill him myself

Love that Joyce has like, 40k just lying around in her bank. We love a rich queen

Johnathan and Nancy this season are just the "Clown to Clown Communication" meme. Or rather No Communication. Jesus Christ use your words and speak to each other!!! Jane's churning out letters like no ones fucking business and ya'll are just sitting there

Also...... Can people just please be nice to Will for like ONE episode. Just one. Holy fuck that poor dude. Also please someone fix his ugly ass hair what the FUCK is that shit

Lucas noooo honey you can't just pull the bullshit "Lying to your friends to impress people you want to make like you" trope 😭

I love Robin I would let her ramble to me all day.

I love that Steve became the Designated Mom Friend of the group and is in charge of all of the kids

Fucking Hopper is like 5 seconds from freedom and he's like "Fuck you I'm doing it MY WAY" bro! Stop!

Fuck the cops that questioned Jane I want them to die <3

Also I love how she learned to talk relatively "normal" but whenever she's anxious, nervous or upset her speech becomes more stilted and janky again. Really neat detail.

Honestly I always forget how weird looking teenagers are until I watch a show like this and I'm like..... Damn teenage boys really DO look fucking weird. No offense kings you'll grow out of it but in your teen years you really do look like one of them Japanese spider crabs

If Vecna hurts Max I'm gonna go fucking insane apeshit savage

Nancy and Robin bonding over possessed serial killers <3

Fucking Max's letters Jesus Christ. Bawling my eyes out at her letter to Billy

Okay that scene? With the music? Brilliant. Perfect. Amazing. Superb. Also love that no one fucking caught Max on the way down, just let her ass drop like a bag of potatoes

Also love that Vecna is apparently made out of wet tissue paper. Max just ripped a chunk out of his shoulder with no issue lmao???

NO NOT THAT FUCKING GUY AGAIN. HATE THAT GUY. EL KILL HIM FINISH HIM OFF.

Reaaaally fucking don't like that he makes all the kids call him "Papa". Really creepy bad vibes from that.

Someone please get Steve a girlfriend he's so fucking lonely

Love that the asshole jock guy was moments away from catching the guy who he's been hunting but completely stopped to make sure his buddy was okay because he stopped swimming. He's definitely not okay but it's nice he at least stopped!

Saw the description for the next episode and said something about "Steve takes one for the team" hmmm don't like that! Don't fucking like that! Bad fucking vibes from that!

Love that Murray and Joyce immediately started flipping switches and hitting buttons in the plane even though it was flying perfectly fine. Like...... They could have just sat there and figured shit out instead of fucking going apeshit

Damn no wonder El killed all those kids they were shitheads

But oh no that hot guy that was helping her :(

Antonov is really growing on me I love him. Also love Hopper stealing the guards lighter and making Antonov laugh, which made him laugh even harder. They're being friends 🥺

Also love that Hopper called Antonov's son slow and Antonov immediately went "NUH UH HE'S THE TOP OF HIS CLASS! >:(" That's adorable he's so proud of his boy

FUCKING STEVE. FUCKING STEVE. IDIOT STEVE. I WANTED TO SEE THOSE BAT THINGS UP CLOSE BUT NOT LIKE THAT! At least everyone else immediately went in to rescue his ass, that was adorable.

What the FUCK is going on at Susie's house lmao. Cornelius is funny as fuck.

LMAOOOOOO Dustin and Lucas talking about how hairy Steve got and Max immediately grabbing the binoculars like "LET ME SEE" Girl same 😭

Holy shit Murray is a badass

I love that Steve almost passed out from blood loss before going "Fuck it I'm biking seven miles get out of my way" you go dude!!!

That scene in the trailer was so cool, love those funky physics. Also oh my GOD Eddie what is up with that mattress

Love that despite Steve's severe injuries everyone was like "Move you're going last" lmaooooo poor dude

I remember as soon as that guy started talking about One I was like "Haha what if HE'S one lol" and. Well. Yeah.

Also the fact that he was Viktor's son? Amazing. Love it. Love that twist.

Also love the fact a bald child got so pissed off she turned him into a fucking interdimensional portal. Me when I have an autistic meltdown.

Fucking Third Wheel Antonov standing awkwardly in the background while Joyce and Hopper reunite

Also fucking annoying Love Triangle bullshit. Just let Steve, Johnathan and Nancy date each other. Boom problem solved.

I wonder if Will painted a picture of all of their D&D characters???

#Shaddup Seghs #Obviously spoilers

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