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concept: eddie has heard many a rumor about king steve, but he's actually never really bothered to seek him out. and while he was doing his lunchtime monologues, steve was usually hanging out with tommy and carol in the parking lot. so despite hawkins high being a small school, he's never connected the rumor to the boy.

he HAS however seen steve, he just doesn't know it. and it's basically love at first sight, but eddie is never able to catch up to him and learn his name. so whenever he talks to his friends, he just calls him the guy with the Fat Ass.

and his friends always brush over steve harrington whenever eddie tries to point out the "love of his life." so it becomes a running joke that eddie is in love with some sort of ghost with a Fat Ass.

then one day, steve peeks into the drama room, looking for dustin. and all eddie can do is point and say "you... you fat ... fat ass." and steve is just like "rude."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #pathetic eddie munson fr fr #he screams into a pillow when he gets home #and corroded coffin immediately connecting the dots like STEVE HARRINGTON HAS BEEN FAT ASS THIS WHOLE TIME...#making fun of him but also like. dude that's soooo dumb of you #look for him in the yearbook or smth #eddie is like THIS IS MY THIRD SENIOR YR GIVE ME GRACE #also this is sooo based on this classmate i was obsessed with because he had the fattest ass and i always called him fat ass or fatty #never to his face but in my heart #to be clear i'm a lesbian i was just entranced by it....

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Helloooo, a request for the 2K special! (A HUGE congratulations btw, you absolutely deserve it and more)

Eddie, amusement park, teddy bear 🧸

❤️

Thank you bb 💚 I loved writing this for you!

Warnings: allusions to smut (nothing happens, sorry to disappoint), a lil angst, Jason Carver makes an unwelcome appearance

WC: 1.1k

There’s nothing better than going to Fun Land with your boyfriend. The only thing that gives you more of an adrenaline rush than a thrill ride is being with Eddie. You’re walking hand-in-hand, sharing cotton candy and comparing your favorite parts of the day.

“I mean, I’m partial to roller coasters, but nothing beats watching you freak out when you thought we were stuck on the Ferris wheel,” you tease, pulling a tuft of the candy fluff that he’s holding and popping it in your mouth.

“We were up there for way too long,” Eddie protests, a blush creeping into his cheeks. “I find it incredibly concerning that you weren’t nervous, actually.” He narrows his eyes. “Are you sure you’re not some kind of sociopath?”

You shrug. “If I was, would I tell you?”

Eddie bumps his shoulder into yours and laughs. “Touché,” he concedes, leaning over and chomping on the cotton candy.

“Step right up and win a prize!” a deep voice booms from a game stall on your left. You and Eddie turn to face the barker, who immediately latches on to your attention. “C’mon, kid; come and win a teddy bear for your girl!”

Eddie looks at you and grins. “You want a teddy bear?” He doesn’t even wait for you to respond before he changes his course and sets out towards the game. It’s a simple concept: knock over the three wooden milk bottles with a ball, win a prize.

“‘M actually pretty tired, Eds,” you whisper, removing your hand from his and snaking into his back pocket. “And I wanna save some energy so I can properly thank you for this date, hm?” But your boyfriend is already locked in, determined to get that teddy bear come hell or high water.

“How much?” he asks, digging his wallet from his side pocket. He doesn’t even notice the irritated expression on your face.

“One dollar gets ya three tries,” the barker replies, holding out his hand to collect the money. You know these games are always rigged, but you know that the comment will fall on unwilling ears, so you stay quiet.

Eddie fishes out a one-dollar bill and confidently slaps it in the guy’s outstretched hand. The man raises his eyebrows back at your boyfriend, clearly amused. He gives him the three balls and steps out of his way. “Whenever you’re ready, Macho Man.”

You watch as Eddie launches the first ball and misses entirely. Same for the second. With the third ball, he manages to knock over one, but it’s still not enough for a prize. His face contorts with frustration, tongue poking out of his mouth in a way that you normally find endearing, but you’re too annoyed to appreciate his cute expressions.

“Care to try again?” the barker antagonizes, and you wish you could slap the smirk right off of his face.

“C’mon, babe. Let’s go home,” you protest through gritted teeth. There’s no way in hell you’re going to stand by and let him blow his money on a stupid game.

Eddie brushes you off, handing the smarmy man another crumpled bill. One, two, three strikes.

“Fuck!” Eddie groans loudly, earning a glare from a nearby mom, ushering her daughter away from the booth. “One more try.”

“No, Eddie. I want to leave.”

He’s about to ignore you again and scrounge around for some loose change, but he’s distracted by a tanned arm being flung around your shoulder.

“Aww, Munson can’t even win his girl a teddy bear!” Jason Carver oozes unearned bravado.

You shove him away, rolling your eyes at his pathetic attempt to get under Eddie’s skin. “Fuck off, Carver,” you hiss. “And keep your hands off of me. Aren’t you with Chrissy?”

Jason laughs. “I can’t be tied down, baby,” he smirks, raising an eyebrow, “unless you’re into that.” He winks at you before leaving, calling back, “When you’re done with the Freak, let me know if you need a real man.”

Gross.

You turn back to where Eddie was just standing, only to find his spot occupied by some random man.

“Eddie?” No response. “Eddie Munson!” you try, a bit louder this time. Nothing.

Marching angrily back to the parking lot, you see him leaning against his van and smoking a cigarette.

“Seriously?” Your frustrated voice snaps him out of his pity party. “What’s your problem tonight?”

“‘S no problem,” he mumbles, but his averted gaze tells you otherwise.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Ah, yes, because you insisting on winning me a teddy bear that I didn’t even want and ditching me in the middle of Fun Land is totally normal behavior.”

“Why don’t you talk to Jason Carver about it?” His sarcasm matches yours, provoking you further.

“Is that what this is about?” You roll your eyes. “You couldn’t win a stuffed animal so you just let some dumb jock ruin our date?” Eddie just takes another silent drag from his cigarette. “Let me ask you: did you see me fling myself into his arms and go, ‘Oh, Jason, your ability to win shitty carnival games makes my panties drop’?”

Eddie can’t bite back his smile. “No.”

“You’re damn right. Because I couldn’t care less about that. Even if he was the teddy bear winning champion of the world, I’d still choose you.” You poke his chest with your forefinger. “Except when you act like this. We could be having sex right now, but you decided to get all pouty over nothing.”

His eyebrows raise at the mention of his favorite activity. “We could still…” he offers, glancing towards the back of the van.

“Absolutely not,” you shake your head, watching his face fall.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Just get in my own head sometimes. ‘S not fair to you.”

You take his hand in yours, swinging it gently. “You gotta talk to me about it; don’t just turn into an asshole.”

Eddie laughs, stubbing out his smoke and pulling you in for a hug. “Noted,” he says, kissing you again. “Now, how can I make it up to you?”

“Oh…I think you know how.”

“C’mon, Eds! Sing along!” you shout over the radio, giggling as he just grips the steering wheel tighter in an attempt to ignore you. “Dancing queeeeen, feel the beeeeeeat from the tambouriiiiiiiine, oh yeahhhhhh!” You nudge him gently. “Don’t be shy!”

“You can dance! You can jive! Having the time of your life!” He sings in an obnoxious falsetto, making you laugh even harder. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah,” you agree, smiling contentedly. “I am.”

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