#eddie munson

[kwistowee]

@stcreators event 07: comedy

#stcreators #josephquinnedit #joseph quinn #jqedit #joe quinn #eddie munson #eddiemunsonsource #eddiemunsonedit #stedit #stranger things #strangerthingsedit #st4 bloopers #dailynetflix #anztag #userregan #userridge #userrobin #userallisyn #cinemapix #my*gifs #filmtvcentral #mediagifs #dailyflicks #tvedit #userthing #usersource #not at all what i had planned for this event but it's what i had time to cobble together

[wrecked-fuse]

think faster, steve 😈

pre metalsandwich

🔪🔪🔪 в вк не репостить🔪🔪🔪  

#metalsandwich #harringroveson #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #wreckedfuse #stranger things

[getlost0p]

I forgor how to draw

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #transfem steve harrington #stevie harrington #transmasc eddie munson #t4t steddie

[steddie-as-they-come]

gareth: so steve kissed you?

eddie: *staring sadly out his window*

gareth: and you said thank you...?

eddie: yeah

jeff: well that was very polite of you

-meanwhile-

steve: thank you??? WTF DOES THAT MEAN????

robin: he's stupid steve you know that

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley

[rogueddie]

how about famous popstar steve, who chrissy is a big fan of and one day drags eddie to one of his shows and... well, no, eddie still hates the music but he thinks steve is the prettiest being that he's ever seen and he's pretty sure his eyes have been blessed.

circumstances align, steve signs something for chrissy and, when eddie gestures to a free space between the tatts on his arm, steve signs his arm. and eddie ends up getting it tattooed- it's not the most legible signiture, he can bullshit if he needs to.

but then corroded coffin gets big and suddenly eddie is famous too and people recognize the signiture tattooed on his arm. word gets back to steve, whos been getting into the band thanks to dustin...

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #longficidea

[steddielations]

i love when fics really make Eddie his truly obnoxious self. he’s making weird noises and wild gestures and ranting? perfect. he’s climbing on the table and can’t sit still? good. he tackled dustin out of the way so he could sit next to steve on the couch? great. he jumped on steve’s back as a way of flirting? yes he did. he’s being annoying on purpose? that’s my boy. big ugly laugh? i would die for him. he had a full paragraph cursing fit and stomped his feet? standing ovation.

#do you know what i mean #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson

[putting-eddie-munson-in-places]

Eddie in bobs burgers?

#eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie in places #bobs burgers #drawn eddie

[imfinereallyy]

There is a knock at Steve Harrington’s door.

Three to be exact.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

It’s nothing new. This happens every night. It doesn’t make it any less terrifying.

Steve gets out of bed and walks over to his apartment door, hands hovering over the handle. His body shakes, he feels too cold for a July evening.

Steve doesn’t bother looking out of the peephole. He knows there will be nothing to see. He hopes briefly it’s the awkward girl from down the hall, she always wears beat up converse and can hear her raspy laugh two doors down—but he knows it’s not. She often speeds by Steve’s apartment door, like she’s either terrified of him or what’s inside his home.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Three knocks, three times. It’s only number two.

Steve wishes he knew more people here, but he hasn’t been here very long. So no one is looking for him, no one is here to wake him up at 3 am.

His palm sweat—but the chill hasn’t left him. He’s starting to think he’s haunted. Though nothing ever happens inside. Nothing happens at all, except the knocking. Steve never dares to open until it’s finished.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Steve takes a deep breath, and opens the door….

No one is there.

Releasing a stuttering breath, Steve gently locks up and puts his head on then door.

“Fuck.” He whispers.

Then he hears, it from his bedroom.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Steve’s let something inside.

#again idk if this is a thing but it’s here now #i just want to get all my little brain worms out #they aren’t all winners #horror #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #my writing #eddie munson #no upside down au #horror au #platonic stobin #demon au #ghost au #demon!eddie munson #modern? au

[getlost0p]

The cow has been hugged

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #transfem steve harrington #stevie harrington #transmasc eddie munson #t4t steddie

[ao3topshipsbracket]

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This poll is a celebration of fandom and fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

#polls #steddie #codywan #stranger things #star wars #steve harrington #eddie munson #commander cody #obi wan kenobi

[rogueddie]

The ways Wayne would react to Eddie coming back plagues me. The image of him crying, smiling through it, holding Eddies face in both his hands and laughing when Eddie tries to joke, but insisting; "just- let me look at you. My boy has come home to me."

#stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson

[beetlesandstarss]

“I feel…” Steve says, smacking his lips together. “Like a bug.” 

Eddie stares at him, before a fit of giggles escapes him. Shaking with it, he grabs the joint from Steve and puts it out in the ashtray on the bedside table. 

“A bug?” he asks, unable to hide his amusement. 

“A bug,” Steve says. “Like, um. That Kafka guy. The bug guy.” 

Eddie wracks his brain for any memory of a bug guy. He shakes his head, the world slow and syrupy around him. 

“You’ve lost me.” 

Steve groans, like he’s greatly offended, before slumping further down. He’s close enough now that they’re almost sharing air. 

Reaching out to tug on a lock of Steve’s hair, Eddie says, “I’ll ask Buckley about him. The bug guy.” 

“Thanks,” Steve murmurs, eyes flickering down. 

The world, previously big and unknowable, narrows down to only Steve. Eddie wants to bite him, or something. Maybe lick him, too. He’s so pretty in the low light, eyes dark and half-lidded, lips pink and right there. 

He lets his eyes flutter shut briefly to imagine it, spinning a half-baked fantasy in which he leans in, and Steve lets him. He exhales hard, trying to expel the fantasy with it, only to feel a sudden pressure against his mouth. 

His eyes fly open, breath stolen right out of him. He can’t see anything beyond Steve’s forehead, because Steve is– 

Kissing him. 

read Non-Stop Talker, What A Rocker here!

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #beetlesandstars #steve x eddie

[plistommy]

#If this is not them then what is???? #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #They’re pining for each other so baaaadly omg #They want each other TRUST ME #incorrect quotes #stranger things #stranger things 4 #edit #my edits #steve x eddie #steddie fandom #Found these tags at X thank you very much

[loveinhawkins]

for the one word ficlet prompt thing!!

I'd love to see something steddie with the word "sun". not picky about how you use it and im good with whatever season you'd like! 💕🌻💘☀️

pre season 3 crossing paths in high school, my beloved ☀️💕 ao3

There’s a blind spot just on the outskirts of the school grounds, before you get to the woods: a little hill that if you sit at just the right angle, back pressed up against the grass, no-one can see you. Eddie goes there whenever he needs some peace—like now, reading alone during lunch. He can still hear the distant laughter of students floating along on the breeze, but it’s far enough away that it doesn’t intrude as he reads.

The air smells like summer’s approaching. His fingers skim through drying blades of grass; they feel almost as delicate as pressed flowers.

Despite the calm solitude, the words aren’t going in—and he knows that with the right teacher, he kinda gets Tennessee Williams, but Mr Hauser’s gone, and he was the only one who allowed Eddie free reign to go wild when reading aloud in class, every other sub since then would say he was being disruptive and… okay, that was true some of the time, but most of the time it was because it helped, damn it, gave him at least some hope of scraping a pass—

A shadow falls across Eddie’s page—it doesn’t loom in the way a teacher’s stance would, but he still jumps at the suddenness of it.

“Jesus!”

Eddie tips his head back against the hill, cranes his neck to look upside down. Squints against the sun.

It’s Steve Harrington, and he must have gym straight after lunch because he’s already changed into a T-shirt and shorts, which is an odd decision in Eddie’s opinion as a perpetual gym-ditcher, but whatever, it’s a free country… and it’s not exactly like the guy’s an eyesore.

”You trying to give me a heart attack, Harrington?”

“No,” Steve says shortly; he looks a mixture of embarrassed and… annoyed? Which would be a new personal best for Eddie, considering he’s done nothing to piss him off save for just sitting on the ground. “I didn’t know you were here, dude.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the idea,” Eddie waves his hands in explanation, “welcome to my hiding spot.”

Steve scoffs. “Not much of a hiding spot if I found it.”

It comes out a little petty, sure, but nothing major, Eddie thinks; it’s not like Steve’s picking a fight.

“What’s up with you, man?” he asks lightly.

It’s something he’s pondered more than once over the last couple of years, in between the stress of failed tests and the same platitudes in school reports: Eddie must apply himself next year; Eddie must try harder; Eddie must…

In the background of it all was the enigma that was Steve Harrington. Eddie had found that you couldn’t not look at him, his eyes drawn to even the most fleeting impressions: walking past the lockers or driving in and out of the school parking lot. Seasons changed—whole damn years changed—and still the question remained: just what on earth is up with Steve Harrington these days?

At least now, asking the question is profoundly less upsetting than it had been last fall, when Eddie silently tracked the progression of bruises healing across Steve’s face—along with Billy Hargrove’s intimidating stare.

“Nothing, I’m just…” Steve sighs. “Didn’t wanna spend forever in the cafeteria when it’s so nice out, but… Honestly?”

“Nah, I’d prefer you lie to me,” Eddie says deadpan, and Steve snorts before sighing again; Eddie almost asks him to read some Tennessee Williams out loud, ‘cause he’s surprisingly got the dramatics for it.

Steve flops down onto the grass, lies right on his back with no concern for his precious hair. “I’m so damn bored, Munson.”

“Gosh, my heart bleeds,” Eddie says. “Puh-lease tell me how hard it is to have passed everything and literally not have a care in the world?”

Steve blinks up at him, frowning. “Shit, are you repeating again?”

He sounds earnest, and there’s something in his phrasing that means Eddie isn’t nearly as defensive as normal—maybe because it’s about repeating again rather than failing.

Eddie lifts up the script in demonstration. “Not exactly reading this for fun, dude.”

“God, I’d take that over gym right now.”

“Okay, you’re bullshitting me. You love gym, Harrington. You, like,” Eddie gestures at Steve’s get-up, “actually make an effort and everything.”

“Not when the semester’s almost over, man. We don’t even have a cover right now, so we’re just left to, like, do whatever, who gives a shit. I’m bored outta my mind.”

“Tragic,” Eddie says—gym without a teacher sounds like a dream; he’d literally just leave. “I’m weeping for you.”

Steve rolls his eyes. But it doesn’t feel like a dismissal, even when he doesn’t reply and just lies back in the grass with another sigh.

So… Eddie mulls it over. What the hell, Steve’s graduating; it’s not like they’ll cross paths after that.

“Bet you can’t run to the woods and back before the bell rings.”

Steve sits up, a gleam of interest in his eyes. He checks his watch. “The bell’s gonna ring in, like, two minutes, Munson.”

“Oh, sorry, I thought you were so bored. Well, if you’re not up to the challenge—”

“No, no,” Steve says, standing up. “I didn’t say that.” He actually gets into position like he’s on the running track, looks at Eddie expectantly.

Eddie covers his bemusement with theatrics; he mimes firing a starting pistol.

And… shit, Steve Harrington can run.

Objectively, it’s not like it’s a surprise; he wasn’t exactly bringing up the rear in the swim and basketball teams. Still, it’s one thing knowing it, another to see it up close like this.

Eddie puts his book back in his bag, watching as Steve disappears from view. Reluctantly, he edges away from the hill—if he doesn’t, he’ll risk being late for class again by the time he walks over, and… He thinks of ‘86, what has to be his third time lucky. Start as you mean to go on, and all that.

Eddie turns back to look. Sure enough, Steve comes sprinting out of the woods, racing up to the hill right as the bell rings.

“Still counts, Munson!” he calls, a little breathless.

And Eddie knows that he’s not really solved the mystery of what’s going on with Steve Harrington.

What he does know is that Steve is smiling as he raises a fist in victory, the sun turning his hair golden for just a moment; he looks utterly free—as he should be, graduation’s right around the corner.

And Eddie can’t begrudge him that.

”Inspirational,” he shouts, cupping a hand around his mouth as he walks backwards. “I’ll get John Hughes on the phone, stat.”

The bell stops. Eddie turns around before he can trip on his own feet.

He’s getting closer to the school building now, can feel the change in the air, cliques unwillingly disbanding as teachers move them on.

But as he heads to class, Eddie faintly hears evidence that the moment hasn’t been broken entirely: Steve Harrington’s laughter, drifting across on the wind.

#i’m so obsessed with the last days of school as a setting #pre steddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie

[lavenderstobins]

stranger tweets part 8

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 5.5] [part 6] [part 7]

#stranger things #eddie munson #mike wheeler #fake tweets #incorrect stranger things quotes #incorrect quotes #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #steddie #*mine #lucas sinclair #fruity four #robin buckley #ronance #stobin #platonic stobin #jargyle #erica sinclair #the party #jonathan byers

[imfinereallyy]

five minutes ago I freaked my mutuals out with a horror ficlet, so now here is some comfort to ease the fear.

Steve wakes up in a startle, hand clutched to his chest. He takes long, deep breaths to calm his racing heartbeat.

He feels something move next to him, and glances down to see his boyfriend slowly arouse from his slumber.

“Baby?” Eddie’s voice is thick with sleep.

“Sorry, Eds. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Eddie rubs his eyes and blinks a few times to clear his vision. He stares at Steve for a moment before giving him a sleepy smile. “It’s okay. Can’t sleep when you can’t either, anyway.”

Steve can’t help but give a soft smile back, “That doesn’t make any sense love.”

Eddie shrugs, but his smile never falters. Instead, he gently grabs Steve by the arm, his cold hands cool Steve’s blazing skin, and pulls him down into his chest.

Steve snuggles into his chest, as Eddie’s hands make his way into his hair.

“Wanna talk about it?” Eddie’s finger delicately untangle Steve’s knots.

Steve traces letters onto Eddie’s chest. “Russians this time.”

Eddie nods, because he knows. He knows those are the bad nights, the worst nights. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Steve pauses the motions on Eddie’s chest before starting back up again. God, he loves this man. He doesn’t know how Eddie does it; he knows him so well even after all this time. Knows that now isn’t good for talking about it, maybe later it will be, but now is no good.

Steve nods and tilts his chin up.

Eddie takes the silent invitation, lips softly touching Steve’s.

It eases the ache inside Steve, as Eddie’s chapped lips move slowly against his own. These are Steve’s favorite kisses, the ones that feel so gently yet passionate. The ones that say you're mine and we have time.

Eddie breaks the kiss but doesn’t move very far, forehead leaning against Steve’s. “I love you too.”

“Hhmmm?” Steve questions confused.

Eddie grabs Steve’s hand, the one that is still making letters on his chest. Steve hasn’t realized till now he was still doing it.

Closing his fingers around Steve’s, Eddie brings their conjoined hands up for a kiss. “You spelled I love you on my chest. And I vowed always to say it back. You should never go a second without knowing your love is shared back.”

Steve melts, eyes fluttering shut at Eddie’s kind words.

He brushes his nose against Eddie’s before moving in for a brief peck. “Tell me again.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate, “I love you.” He breathes into Steve.

“I love you.” A peck to the cheek.

“I love you.” A squeeze to his hand.

“I love you.” A brush of the lip.

Steve’s eyes open, and Eddie’s kind eyes stare back. They sit silently for a moment, enjoying only each other's company.

It’s Steve who finally breaks the silence, “I love you too.”

Eddie’s eyes flutter at the words as he brings Steve back to his chest.

Eddie’s hands still brush gently through his hair while Steve’s fingers still trace against his skin. Steve keeps his ear to Eddie’s chest, listening to Eddie’s heartbeat as a lullaby. Eventually, sleep takes them both.

Steve dreams of nothing but of the man he loves.

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for all my mutuals but especially @sourw0lfs ⋆˙⟡♡ who is in my walls and @devondespresso ₊˚⊹♡

#I made another thing #brain worms guys #also like I don’t like making people said so I gave them fluff #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #ao3 #fluff #hurt comfort #but I see this as mostly fluff #ficlet