#with an eddie munson cameo

[loopholesinmydreams]

I love thinking about post s2 pre s3 Steve Harrington. Liminal space Steve Harrington. Still on the team, but gave up all his friends for the girl who cheated on him Steve Harrington. Eating lunch alone in his car. Still bitchy and thinking about high school social rankings but not really fitting in anywhere so he has all these walls up. Prom night? In my heart watching Star Wars with Dustin and making their stupid handshake.

#steve harrington #s2 steve Harrington #post s2 pre s3 steve Harrington #i will write this fic one day #with an eddie munson cameo

[loveinhawkins]

The day before Spring Break ‘84, Eddie has a panic attack so bad he stays locked in a bathroom stall long after the final bell has rung.

And it’s so stupid. It’s not like the whole thing came as a surprise to him: he saw the writing on the wall even back in December, his grades on a continual downward spiral he couldn’t shift.

But he kept on trucking cause he’s still got the mind of a five year old, apparently, hoping against hope that things would just miraculously work out.

Idiot.

He doesn’t have anything worth getting riled up over, no mistreatment to distract him—sure, if it was O’Donnell doing the honours, she might’ve been a little mean about it, but instead he’d been directed to the school receptionist who confirmed the ‘unfortunate news’ with an uninterested if pleasant smile.

She asked if he’d talked to his homeroom teacher about his predicament, and he’d promptly lied through his teeth and said yes, even though he’d rather die than do anything of the sort. Then she went on about his ‘many options’, a prospective timetable for next semester, some forms to fill in, blah, blah, blah.

“Would you want a call home?” she’d said, already reaching for the phone. “We can go through the process with—”

“No, thanks,” Eddie told her quickly. He stuffed the forms into his bag. “I’ve got—I’ll let my uncle know.”

The thought of Wayne having his day off interrupted by such news made him feel nauseous.

Fuck, Wayne. He’ll be waiting for him.

At that realisation, Eddie goes cold then hot then cold again. He stumbles, gets the stall door open eventually, shakes the jittery feeling out of his fingers.

The parking lot’s still busy—students lazily chatting, perched half in, half-out of their cars; all they’ve got to worry about is whether they’re invited to Tina’s or Josh’s or whoever-the-fuck’s—depends on whose parents have unwisely left their house empty for the week.

Eddie’s stayed so long that he’s missed the bus, so he starts the trudge home, grits his teeth at every stab of his boots cutting into his heels—the van isn’t even on his periphery yet, still many months of scraping and saving to go until it’s his.

He’s almost out the school grounds. He crosses the road entirely on autopilot, startles when he realises that he’s had to make a car do an emergency stop.

Steve Harrington waves him on with a tiny little flick of the finger, all breezy, and great, that’s all he fucking needs—Mister Cool being polite to him.

He gives a small nod of thanks before continuing his walk. Keeps his head down, eyes on the sidewalk. Doesn’t bother about whether he steps on any cracks or not; he figures his luck isn’t changing any time soon.

His palms itch. He knows it’s stupid and embarrassingly self-centred of him, but he can’t get rid the thought that everyone’s looking at him, that everyone knows somehow.

Wayne sees him coming from the porch. By the time Eddie reaches him, he’s gone inside and out, re-emerging with a can of cream soda that he cracks open and holds out with one hand.

Eddie can’t take it. He reaches for the contents of his bag, cringing inside at how the papers are already creased, he can’t even manage…

He passes the forms to Wayne. Can’t look him in the eye.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Uncle Wayne,” he says—and mortifyingly, his throat closes up, and that’s all he can get out.

There’s barely a pause before Wayne says, “Eddie. Can you look at me?” When Eddie does, he clicks his tongue quietly at whatever he must find. “Kid, you’re all right. S’not the end of the world.”

Eddie scoffs. “Damn well feels like it.”

Yup, petulant as fuck too. Why not? Might as well crash and burn.

He at least makes sure to shut the front door as apologetically as he can. There’s one singular plate in the sink that he sets about scrubbing even though it hardly needs it.

He hears Wayne come in; he’s reading still, turning the pages over thoughtfully.

Eddie keeps scrubbing.

Wayne’s probably reading the test results. Eddie doesn’t need to see to know the ones that’ll be lingered on.

He couldn’t even pass English. The one thing that was meant to be in the bag, where he could scrape a C-, and he…

What the fuck’s wrong with him? Where’s the sense in being able to write a good campaign on a whim when he can’t even…

“Eddie.” Wayne passes the cream soda can across the counter. “You keep workin’ at the sink any longer, and m’gonna start thinkin’ you’re ‘bout to give me your last will and testament.”

Eddie chuckles. Scrubs at his eyes and obligingly steps away. He picks up the can—the cold metal soothes the itch trapped in his palm.

Wayne folds the papers neatly, corner to corner.

“I’ll help you fill everything in,” he says, matter-of-fact.

“I’ll, uh. I’ll get a pen.”

But Wayne shakes his head. “Not tonight. We’ve got plans, remember?”

Eddie laughs again. ‘Got plans’, according to Wayne, means watching T.V in comfortable silence, Eddie lounging on the couch; Wayne might occasionally read out a crossword clue he’s stuck on before typically solving it on his own, and Eddie would drop off to sleep early, his last impression that of Wayne treading lightly from his armchair, turning the volume down.

It’s a comforting thought.

But he… he should be…

Wayne gives him a knowing look, waves him over to the couch.

The creak of the refrigerator door opening. Wayne’ll be starting dinner soon. Some sorta pasta, probably: it’s tradition, whenever school ends.

“Hey, Ed.”

Eddie curls up on the couch, knees to his chest. “Mm-hmm?”

“It’s fixable, all right? It ain’t a chore. You know that, right?”

Eddie smiles—he sniffles and doesn’t bother scrubbing at his eyes again when they fill up.

“Yeah, I—I know.”

The words are old, a truth he’s had to be reminded of many times; it started back when the world had ended once before, when Eddie, newly moved into Wayne’s trailer, had stammered, “I-I won’t bother you, Uncle Wayne, I swear, you won’t need to—”

And then he learnt the very first rule of the universe—save for the fact that Wayne would always, always be there to help him.

It ain’t a chore, loving you.

#eddie munson fic #steve has a tiny cameo because i couldn’t help myself #eddie and wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson fic #eddie munson ficlet #eddie and wayne munson ficlet #eddie munson #wayne munson

[joansblondells]

hellcheer + textposts (pt 3/?)

#hellcheer #eddissy #pt 3 the remix #I am such a sap for them its vile #am having immense amounts of fun #jason bent over screaming crying shitting throwing up screencap truly amuses me to no end i'll run it into the ground #need the corroded coffin boys to start making cameos in these #jeff gareth and freak (affectionate) incoming #hc tp #long post #eddie munson #jason carver #chrissy cunningham #💘 #op

[afewproblems]

In My Heart is a Memory (And There You'll Always Be) Part Two

Part One

Steve spends his week in the hospital on oxygen and fighting pneumonia from his bed. A harsh wheezing sound has developed whenever he pushes too hard but Doctor Sattler isn't nearly as concerned as Steve the first time he hears it.

"It shouldn't worsen over time, but if you feel that the wheezing is becoming more frequent or that feeling of an elephant sitting on your chest comes back, you will need to use your new inhaler, today's the perfect day to learn how it works," Doctor Sattler told him with an air of nonchalance that did not match the news.

Two and two made four, the sky was blue, and Steve Harrington would need medication for the rest of his life.

Most of the time Steve sleeps fitfully, dreaming of cold grey water and kind brown eyes, but on the days he has more energy Steve walks around the ward with Claudia in between practising blowing into something called a spirometer. 

She tells him it's important to test his level of lung function and how he's improving, it should also help to reduce the wheezing sound when Steve is simply resting. He even gets one to take home with him. 

Steve listens as Claudia talks about her own son, he's eight years old and so curious about the world. It's obvious she loves him dearly.

Steve wonders if his own mother ever talks about him like that.

His mother checks in with him twice during the week. His dad has already left for his most recent work trip and Diane is planning to leave as well, at least until Sunday when Steve is expected to be discharged. 

“I’ll be gone for five days, but you’ll be here anyway, and they are taking good care of you aren’t they?” she asks, her voice uncharacteristically soft for once as she takes his cheek in her cold hand. 

Diane’s fingers brush the oxygen hosing around his cheek, Claudia had called it something weird --a canny-something-or-other. 

Diane lets go abruptly as if burned; her nose wrinkling slightly as she rubs her fingers against the palm of her hand. In one fluid motion, she stands up from her seat at the side of his bed and smooths down the blankets as she does so. 

Diane meets his gaze once, her pale blue eyes almost seem to look past him, before she hikes her handbag further up her arm.

“I’m leaving the number of the hotel with your Nurse Henry, and you’ll be home before you know it,” she nods with a forced smile and turns on her heel to slip out the door of his room before Steve can even correct her.

He hopes Claudia did get the number, that there isn’t some strange Nurse Henry with more access to his mother than even Steve is allowed. 

A small part of himself hopes that Eddie will come visit him.

It’s not likely, Eddie had seemed excited initially about showing him his Dungeons and Dragons book but how would he have any idea Steve would still be here.

That doesn't stop Steve from picturing Eddie yelling to his uncle as he bounds down the hallway, ‘Come on old man, Steve’s room’s gotta be here somewhere!’

But Eddie never materialises down the hall, armed with his players book or tales of dragons and knights.

Steve takes it in stride as much as he can.

The days blend together the longer he stays, but it isn't as though Steve has no one to talk to.

He asks Claudia more about her son and listens to the jokes the orderlies tell him when they come by with meals. Even Doctor Sattler stops by to check the machines by his bed and to watch him blow into the Spirometer.

It’s fine. 

Claudia gives him a long hug the day he's discharged. Steve isn't sure she's supposed to by the exasperated look Doctor Sattler gives her, but he says nothing and busies himself with writing something out on a small notepad.

"You be careful sweetheart, use your spirometer to practice and keep your inhaler on you at all times".

She sweeps his hair away from his face and squeezes his shoulder briefly before giving him the barest of pushes towards his mother who stands by the door.

Doctor Sattler hands Diane the two papers he's written out, "you'll have to fill these prescriptions, he'll need both of them before you head home". 

Diane nods and breathes out a clipped thank you before ushering Steve to the doors, he tries to turn to wave only for his mother to grip his shoulder firmly and walk him out.

He catches what he thinks may be concern in Claudia's eyes before the automatic doors close behind them and the familiar jingle of his mothers keys to the maroon beemer fills the air.

"We'll stop at Mevalds, you can wait in the car," Diane says as she opens the driver's side door and gets in. Steve hurriedly opens his own door as the engine starts, a small part of him wonders if she would leave him if he took any longer.

He closes the passenger door behind him, it's heavier than he remembers and a harsh wheeze fills the car as Steve breathes in slowly to halt the stuttering of his chest. 

He buckles in and looks up to find his mother watching him carefully. 

"Perhaps we should wait another week for you to go back to school," she hums, it's a voice she uses when thinking aloud but every instance of it usually happens when that thinking is about Steve.

"Why?" He asks as they pull onto the main road.

"You're making that awful noise," Diane says simply, "we should wait for it to stop, it will be distracting to your classmates".

A deep ache that has nothing to do with his lungs builds in his chest. He hadn't thought the sound was that noticeable. 

None of the other nurses or orderlies seemed to care about the new noise he made, or if they did they never said anything. Steve had been the one to ask about it,  concerned that he was the only one hearing it.

"Doctor Sattler said it should get better, but it won't go away," Steve argues with narrowed eyes, he crosses his arms over his chest and looks away towards the passenger window.

He hears Diane sigh as she signals to pull into the parking lot of Mevalds.

She turns off the engine and reaches into the back seat for her purse, leaning her hand against Steve's seat for balance.

Diane stops with her hand on the door handle, pausing as she turns to face him fully.

"I'm just looking out for you," Diane says softly, "the other children will notice eventually and the world isn't kind to people who are different Steven".

She gets out of the car, letting the words hang in the air. He watches her go into the store, already knowing he's lost. 

***

Steve's teachers welcome him back with little to no fanfare, Ms. Cuttler, the history teacher, even goes so far as to reprimand him for missing two whole weeks in front of the class. 

Steve doesn't need detention for 'mouthing off' on his first day back, no matter how unfair she's being. He manages to take his seat without speaking; he can't quite hide the angry red flush staining his cheeks though. 

Lunch is what Steve is looking forward to, he just has to make it to lunch, he can keep his head down until then.

Steve's last morning class is science. 

It's not his favourite class, but Mr. Clarke at least tries to keep it interesting for them, and he's always nice. Giving extensions on homework, half marks on tests rather than zeros with little comments in blue ink saying, 'I see where you were going with this, you almost got it!'

As soon as the bell rings, Steve grabs his backpack and books, uncaring of the homework instructions Mr. Clarke tries to yell over the clamouring kids and the last few notes of the bell.

"Oh Steve, you gotta sec?"

It takes every fibre of Steve's being not to just bolt from the room with the rest of the class, pretend he didn't hear.

It's your lungs that are screwed up now, not your ears, he thinks bitterly as he turns towards the front of the room where Mr. Clarke stands with a stack of xeroxed paper.

"Here's the homework you missed, if you can have it done for next week I think that'll keep you on track," he says with a smile that quirks his moustache.

Steve gives him a brief smile as he takes the stack of papers, "thanks, yeah I'll have it done by then," he tries for a grin, wincing at the raised eyebrow Mr. Clark gives him. 

They both know it will be late. 

Steve turns to leave again, with a forced half smile, but stops as Mr. Clarke clears his throat.

"They don't give us a lot of information about absences," he gives Steve a long look, "so all I'm going to say is if you want to chat, about anything, even if it's just homework, my door is open". 

Steve nods as Mr. Clarke gives him a kind half smile, patient like the ones Dr. Sattler or Claudia would give him after explaining how something worked. 

It's not something most adults put a lot of effort into, especially for Steve, writing him off if he doesn't understand something the first time it's explained. 

It's certainly not something his parents do for him.

"Sure Mr. Clarke," Steve mumbles as he tucks the papers into the textbook in his arms.

His teacher nods once and clears his throat awkwardly, gesturing towards the door, "Alright, you better get going," Mr Clarke says, "it's pizza day and I guarantee you the pepperoni is pretty much done at this point".

Steve snorts and takes a step back, "later Mr. Clarke," he calls over his shoulder as he makes his way past the empty desks and into the hallway, letting himself be guided by the stream of kids heading towards the cafeteria.

With the Hawkins Middle and High Schools being the only two secondary schools in the county, the buildings were naturally massive to accommodate all of the children and teens they housed on any given day during the school year.

The cafeteria was no exception.

Finding somewhere to sit was almost always impossible if you ran late to lunch, most students would give up trying to find a table and would end up settling by their lockers or sitting outside in the warmer months, but Steve was on a mission this time.

He looks around the busy room with his lunch tray, head on a swivel as he searches for a mop of curly brown hair. Eddie said he could sit at his table but he hadn't mentioned which one that was.

Steve walks along the wall, eyes scanning the tables, he begins to wonder if he had the wrong lunch period after all.

"I'm telling you, a beholder is the worst thing you could run into in a Dungeon, hands down--" 

Steve perks up at the voice, fairly certain he knows who it belongs to.

The relief is palpable as he continues forward, following the voice. A small part of Steve had begun to wonder if Eddie even went to his school, or if his muddled water logged brain had dreamed that up entirely. 

He finally spots Eddie at a table against the far back wall and has to stop himself from cheering as he makes a beeline for them, albeit more slowly than he would prefer. He's still getting winded easily and doesn't want to have to break out the inhaler the doctor gave him just yet.

There are two other boy's that Eddie is talking animatedly to, his hands gesturing wildly with a broad grin on his face.

Eddie spots him mid sentence and the effect is instant, his face lights up as he smiles and starts to wave before halting abruptly, a strange look passing over his face. 

"Hey!" Steve smiles, slightly uncertain now that Eddie's face has fallen into something unreadable. The other two boys at the table have turned to face him, their eyes scanning Steve up and down. 

The kid sitting closest to Steve, a black boy with braces and a t-shirt with something called Queen on the chest, Steve feels a spark of recognition at the name and makes a note to ask him about it later. He gives Steve a small polite smile which makes him feel slightly less nervous.

The other boy sitting closest to Eddie eyes Steve somewhat warily, he's wearing a Hawkins Middle school shirt, thick glasses with tape around the frame, and wavy brown hair that isn't as long as Eddie's but longer than Steve's mother would ever allow.

They all stare at Steve for what feels like an eternity before he clears his throat awkwardly.

"Um, my name is Steve--" he starts to say, reaching out a hand to the closest boy before Eddie stands up from the table.

"Where were you?" Eddie says, uncaring of the sudden climb in volume or the heads that turn their way. 

Steve ignores the faces turned their way and takes another step forward towards the table, a small nervous laugh bubbles up as he moves, “I was sick, remember?"

Eddie frowns, his eyes dart from Steve to the other boy directly in front of him, closest to where Steve is standing.

"I wanted to show you my book two weeks ago," Eddie folds his arms over his chest now, frowning slightly, "Ms. Allen confiscated it," he mutters darkly.

Steve winces at the tone and brings his arms around himself, taking a step back. A small part of him curses his decision to stay home another week to let his breathing find some semblance of normal.

The teen closest to Steve rolls his eyes, "if it wasn't the handbook, it woulda been something else Ed, you know Allen's been looking for a reason to punish us since you told her that you got more out of Gary Gygax than anything Mark Twain ever wrote --plus there's a literal demon on the cover,” he says with a wry grin. 

"I'm Jeff," he says with a wave before pointing to the other kid at the table, "that's Bobby, and it seems like you already know Eddie?"

Steve gives Jeff a small, thankful, smile and takes a step closer, "yeah, it's a bit of a long story--"

"A heroic tale of rescue more like!" Eddie cuts in, the familiar energy fills Steve with relief as he launches into the story.

Jeff rolls his eyes again and shoots Steve an exasperated look before patting the bench next to him, an official invitation.

Steve tries to play off the wide grin that threatens to take over his face and takes a seat next to Jeff, setting down his lunch tray with a clatter.

"So,” Eddie sits up slightly, bringing his leg up onto the table bench to curl up underneath himself, “Uncle Wayne and I were fishing, right?"

"Fishing?" Bobby cuts in with a laugh, wrinkling his nose as he looks Eddie up and down, "you?"

"Yeah fishing, not all of us can just go to the grocery store whenever we want," Eddie huffs impatiently as his ears begin to redden, he waves his hands, "anyway".

"Instead of a trout we managed to catch something a little stranger,” he grins at Steve, “he was all caught up in some old fishing line or something and--hey, you never told us why you were out on the lake by yourself?”

Three sets of eyes turn to stare for a beat though Bobby loses interest fairly quickly, averting his eyes back to the open milk carton on his own orange lunch tray. 

Steve clears his throat, unsure just how to explain his thought process that morning. 

He just had to get out of the house, he couldn’t sit there any longer waiting for his dad to finally leave--

“Well?” Eddie prompts again, the smallest of frowns pulls at his expression before Jeff snorts.

"This is not very heroic so far man, where are the X-Men, the laser battles, come on dude," Jeff grins as Eddie sputters and launches into a rant about comic books that Bobby seems to perk up at, his attention switching from the lunch tray to Eddie.

Steve breathes out a sigh of relief as the attention moves away from him.

"You don't need lasers or special powers for hero stories, Tolkien didn't need idiots in spandex, he just needed a Hobbit and a ring and made a fucking masterpiece," Eddie 

"Are you seriously comparing yourself to Tolkien right now?" Jeff asks with a knowing smirk, it grows wider as Bobby laughs.

"Who's Tolkien?" Steve says, it's not a name he's ever heard before, though they must be some kind of storyteller. Was there a new book assigned while Steve was away recovering?

Eddie blanches for a second in surprise before his face lights up, he waves his hands at the chorus of groans from both Jeff and Bobby and cackles, "Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, we have so much to teach you!"

***

As the school year comes to a close, Steve finds himself looking forward to the summer for the first time in his life.  

Summer for Steve is normally lonely.

He spends his time looking for ways to avoid his house, counting down the days when he can go back to school. Even sitting through class or trying out for the intramural leagues is better than the monotony of summer.

At least during school he had people to talk to. 

But this summer is different. 

Steve, Jeff, Eddie, and Bobby get on like a house of fire, where one of the boys is, the other three are never far behind. 

They teach Steve about Dungeons and Dragons, Tolkien and the one ring --the book certainly reads like some of the books they had assigned in class, but Eddie and Jeff looked so excited the day Steve brought it home from the library, he couldn’t disappoint them.

In turn, Steve introduces the other boys to the pool, inviting the three of them to the Harrington house on a scorching June day.

“No way,” Bobby whispers as they reach the driveway, Jeff’s mouth drops into a little ‘O’ shape while Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise before his expression shutters. 

“You’re kidding right?” Jeff asks with a laugh in his voice, “seriously, where’s your moat man?”

Steve reaches out to push Jeff’s shoulder as Bobby laughs, “shut up, it's not that bad--”

“No? Are you going to bring out a unicorn next? What else are you hiding in there?” Bobby scoffs as he takes a hesitant steps towards the edge of the driveway, as though worried the ground would fall out from underneath him at any moment. 

“Oh just wait,” Steve says, biting his lip to keep his grin in check, it falters slightly at the pinched expression on Eddie’s face, the way his eyes flick from the house to Steve, before eventually landing on their feet.

Steve opens his mouth to ask what’s wrong but he’s forced to whirl around to keep his footing as Bobby drags him up the drive, “Steve, if you do actually have a horse in there, I will still be very impressed”.

While it may not be a unicorn, Steve knows he has one other ace up his sleeve as he presents them with the crown jewel of the Harrington house, the Atari.

“Oh my god!” Bobby crows as he jumps off the last step of the basement and races towards the television. 

“You have one of these!” he hisses incredulously, snatching the attached joystick from its resting place on the top, Steve winces as the cord pulls slightly from Bobby’s exuberance. 

“I mean, it’s my dads, not mine,” Steve shrugs, he puts his hands in his jeans pockets and turns back to Jeff and Eddie, “but we can play it, he’s not home”.

Diane argues the day his father brings the machine home. 

It must stay in the basement, out of sight, determining that something so hideous has no place in their well decorated living room. 

Ignoring the fact that the only television in the house was in the basement, Diane insists on keeping the rest of the house as pristine as Good Housekeeping has taught her. 

Richard simply rolls his eyes at his wife, ‘It’s not like it matters Diane, one of the investors thinks he’s being cute, like any son of mine would waste his time with one of these, right Steven?’

Steve nods, content to keep his head down, focused on his homework, not to make waves.

‘Course dad, computer games are for losers,’ the words come easily, he’s heard them before.  He flinches as a heavy hand comes down on his shoulder and squeezes lightly.

‘God damn right’.

‘Why are we even keeping it then?’ Diane asks sharply, her tone cool as she follows him down the stairs. 

Steve trails after them to the landing; he can still hear from the wary distance he keeps while his parents continue to talk. 

"Allan and the rest of the partners are coming in two weeks for drinks, and I’m not letting that prick get one over on me”.

Diane is quiet for a beat.

Steve tilts his ear to listen intently. He knows that silence. It's something his mother usually employs while calculating all options before speaking carefully.

‘Fine, I suppose the dust will collect best down here,” Steve can almost hear the sneer that pulls at his mothers mouth as she speaks. 

‘Atta girl,’ Richard  says quietly, almost fondly. 

Jeff raises an eyebrow as he comes to stand beside Steve, “you can’t play it if your dad’s home?” 

Steve falters for a second, scrambling for something to say.

Bobby scoffs by the television, still inspecting the machine, "you know how much one of these things costs? If we had one, my dad would flip if I so much as looked at it”.

Steve settles for shrugging with a mild smile, infinitely grateful for Bobby's ability to blurt out the first thing he thinks in any given situation.

If Jeff questions it, he doesn't say anything, and instead moves to join Bobby where he crouched on the floor.

Steve turns back to find where Eddie went only to find him frozen on the last stair still.

His eyes seem to trace over the room, an unreadable expression on his face, it contorts into something sour before smoothing as his gaze eventually lands on Steve. 

"Didn't know we pulled a rich kid outta the lake," Eddie says after a beat, finally walking further into the room, his arms crossed tightly over his stomach. 

"I guess," Steve says weakly as Eddie nods and moves towards where Jeff is kneeling beside Bobby with one of the game cartridges in his hands.

A spark of annoyance crackles through Steve, licking the inside of his ribcage. If Eddie isn’t interested in playing, he just has to say so, they can do something else - work on their character sheets, go outside. The other day Eddie showed them all the best spot by the quarry for throwing rocks so that the sound seemed to echo for miles as it hit the water. They could easily go, right now. 

They aren’t supposed to be touching this anyway, it’s not like it’s a big deal. It’s not. 

Steve knows the others don’t know how much trouble he could get into for this, the risk he’s taking for even showing it to them, for having kids over unsupervised, uninvited. 

 "Well, does that thing play Asteroids or what?" Eddie asks abruptly, interrupting Steve’s train of thought. 

He nods, quietly tamping down the last fleeting sense of irritation and walks over to the shelf where the rest of the games were dumped, wincing at the impressed chorus of whoops that Jeff and Bobby let out.

It only serves to accentuate the brooding silence that has followed Eddie all morning, since they walked over the threshold of Steve’s front door.

Jeff and Bobby take turns playing the rest of the afternoon. Steve defers to them, content to simply watch his friends try out the games. They bicker back and forth, making noises at key moments to try and break each other's concentration, Steve laughs brightly as Bobby manages to make Jeff crash for the fourth time in a row by simply imitating Rod Stewart.

“If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, come on, sugar, tell me so!” Bobby croons, making his voice older and raspy as he leans close enough for Jeff to twist his head away.

“Get outta here Bobby-- oh you sonovabitch!”

Bobby cheers, lifting his clasped hands above his head, “and the crowd goes wild, what do ya say, Jeff, best two out of three?”

Jeff flops backwards onto the carpet, pretending to catch an invisible dagger to the chest, “mark my words, if you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine!”

He rolls his head to the side and reaches out, pointing towards Steve with a cry, “Avenge me!” 

Steve laughs long and loud as Jeff croaks and groans and finally sticks his tongue out of the side of his mouth with a low hissing sigh as he finally pretends to die on the carpet of Steve’s basement. 

“So, what say you, Steve?” Bobby croaks as he lifts one hand to cover his mouth, and the other to hold out the abandoned joystick as he breathes out heavily, “do you dare take up the saber?”

Steve has no clue what they’re doing, a joke from something he’s sure, but he schools his face into something serious, and takes the joystick with a grave nod.

“For Jeff!” Steve cries as the digital melody fills the air.

Finally, Steve lets himself bask in the warmth and friendship that has surrounded him for the last few months, the normal chill of the Harrington home finally absent as Bobby begins to cheer while also doing his damndest to distract Steve. 

Jeff finally sits up with another hiss, “I LIVE, to see Steve beat your sorry ass Bobby!” 

He claps his hand on Steve's shoulder with a grin, “you got this!” 

It isn’t until a throat clears behind them that the three boys notice Eddie hasn’t said a word for the last ten minutes. 

He’s standing now, backpack slung over his shoulder --when did he go upstairs?

“It’s late,” Eddie mumbles quietly, “Wayne will want me home for supper soon”.

The words seem to break the spell that has fallen over the other two boys and they both stand as if summoned from their seats on the floor. 

Steve can only sit and watch as Jeff and Bobby move towards Eddie, albeit reluctantly. 

Jeff stretches out, raising his arms above his head, “yeah, I should probably go too,” he groans out as he drops his arms back at his sides. 

“Thanks for the game dude,” Bobby says with a shrug, though he looks decidedly more annoyed at the interruption than Jeff, “beats trying to escape the heat in the creek anyway”.

Jeff rolls his eyes, “It also beats shelling out quarters at the arcade on 4th Bobby, this was seriously really cool man”.

Steve grins at the pair of them before turning towards Eddie who glares at the floor in silence until Jeff elbows him. 

Eddie breathes out loudly through his nose, “yeah it was cool, but next time we should go over your characters a bit more, especially if you guys are going to survive the next encounter I designed”.

Bobby scoffs as he grabs his own messenger bag from the bottom of the stairs, “well I’m not going back to the library, Mrs. Depencier gives me the creeps”.

“The library is the only place with enough space,” Eddie argues as he turns and makes his way up the stairs.

Steve feels the words lift him up, this is his chance, he takes a step towards the other teens, “I could host?” 

Jeff and Bobby stop, turning back towards Steve with excitement in their gazes. Jeff seems to hesitate though, turning back to back to Eddie whose face is hidden by the edge of the staircase, Steve can only make out the bottom on his legs from where he’s standing.

He walks forward to the bottom of the staircase and stops short of taking the first step, “my parents aren’t home for the next four weeks so I can have you guys over, no problem”.

Bobby punches his fists into the air, "Yes! Oh my god, huge house, no parents?" Bobby jumps down the last two stairs again and nearly tackles Steve, "this is perfect!"

Perfect, is…certainly a word for it, not necessarily the one Steve would use, but Bobby wasn't here at night. 

Not when the glow of the pool would cast eerie shadows along the treeline that surrounded the Harrington backyard. Steve never felt comfortable sitting outside by himself once the sun went down, even now in middle school. 

All it took was one snapped branch in the dark or one flicker of shining eyes for him to race back into the kitchen, slamming the sliding door shut behind him.

The locked door never really feeling like enough by himself. 

"Four weeks?" Eddie says quietly as he takes a step down, his expression seems pained though Steve can't imagine why.

"I know it's not that long," Steve shrugs, "but we could do it in an afternoon right?"

Jeff's eyebrows rise, cutting shallow creases across his forehead, he and Eddie look at one another, seemingly having some kind of silent conversation before they both turn back to Steve at the same time.

"I need three days to finish it up, but that means we can meet in between to finish your characters," Eddie offers, the words slowly break the strange sudden quiet that has fallen over the basement. 

"Tomorrow?" Steve asks tentatively, 

"I'll be here, and hey if they don't come," Bobby says with a wry grin as he elbows Steve, "then I'll kick your ass at Asteroids!"

"We'll be here jackass," Jeff scoffs as Eddie nods silently.

He has a strange look on his face that Steve can't quite place, but at least he doesn't look annoyed anymore.

"Tomorrow then," Eddie confirms, grinning as Bobby blurts out a loud, 'hell yeah' as Jeff rolls his eyes once more.

The boys do eventually make their way upstairs, though at a snail's pace as the strange tension from earlier fades away. 

Steve walks them all to the door and watches as they make their way down the long drive, taking turns waving as their voices fade into the distance.

Steve swallows hard as he closes the front door, trying not to think too hard about how many hours until he'll hear his friends voices again.

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#in my heart is a memory and here you'll always be #childhood friends au #afewproblems writes #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #jeff #baby hellfire #we have a cameo from mr clarke #I just want to give them all a hug #instead #I'll put them through the ringer #maybe next post we will do the full prompt reveal #sorry this took so long #eddie is a task master when it comes to dnd but his friends love him for it #cross posted on ao3 as well

[slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction]

Several people are typing…

A modern day Hellcheer group chat au

Part Five

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#fic: several people are typing #hellcheer #hellcheer fic #eddissy #munningham #my writing #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #jonathan byers cameo #and jeff lol

[dieaverage]

ROSE-COLORED BOY — eddie munson x female reader as childhood friends to enemies to friends again to sickeningly-in-love lovers

eddie munson x female reader

series summary: six months after the death of your mother darlene byers, you return to hawkins, indiana to try and make sense of everything. what you don’t anticipate is how much running into him on your first night back, five years after your desertion, will break your heart (and his) all over again.

author’s note: hi! going to be so unapologetically real with you all and say i have no clue of where this is headed, but after my hyper-fixating ass decided to host an eddie munson revival party of one on the cusp of the year of our lord 2024, i knew i had to write something so other people could at least be subjected to the workings of my mind. i hope you like it, and if you don’t, well, that’s a you problem i fear! but seriously if you do have any ideas/directions you would like to see this heading, please please please do not hesitate to let me know! this is my first time posting any of my work on tumblr *gasp* so i mean it when i say criticism is warmly welcomed. <3

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A thin mist descended upon the forested thoroughfare to the town you once felt you knew so well, though were no longer so sure. The weighty four-worded acknowledgement bounced around in your head over and over as you approached the deceptively disarming "Welcome to Hawkins, Indiana" sign, so heavily you were almost convinced it was rousing a sleeping migraine, and yet no matter how many times you repeated the seemingly familiarising phrase under bated breath, it felt no less alien to you.

After all, this was never truly your home. Countless summers spent at your cousins' house, even four begrudgingly defining years clocked up at Hawkins High School, had never allowed you to feel like you had earned the right to label it as such. It was your mother's home, as if she had beat you to staking any claim on it, and now that she was no longer around, any ties you thought you might have had to it felt well and truly severed.

Precarious ties aside, it was here you found yourself, in Hawkins. Mere months after the death of your mother. The offer had unfalteringly been there, "whe- if- it ever gets to be too much, Daphne, you know you can come stay with me and the boys", and yet your eventual acceptance of it made you feel nothing short of an imposter.

Any hopes for a discreet arrival were instantaneously dashed as your Cavalier pulled onto the unforgiving gravelly driveway, your tires connecting with the stones to create a disturbance you were sure could have woken any nearby animals out of hibernation, had they assumed an early one. Hawkins air had a perpetually wintry quality, after all. The front door swung open before you even had a chance to remove your keys from the ignition, and the sight of the emerging sixteen year old boy unwillingly brought a beaming smile to your face.

"Daphne!!!!" he called out, advancing towards you at an incredible and equally terrifying speed.

"Hi, Will!" a laugh couldn't help but escape your lips as he wrapped you into a tight hug, the force of which setting you off balance momentarily. He used to be so... delicate. "You've gotten so big!"

"He's got what, like, a foot on you now?" a voice exclaimed from the doorway, the discerning sarcasm of it all widening your already unshakeable grin.

"Lovely to see you too, Jonathan. And it's a couple inches, at best!"

Soon the three of you were embraced in a group hug, which although you would never admit it, had been long overdue. The slight stinging sensation in your eyes signalling the impending flood of tears prompted your swift ejection from the embrace. "So, where is my darling pseudo sister?" you questioned as you walked through the threshold of the Byers abode, attempting to inject some humour into what had already become a far too confronting display of emotions, and almost as if on cue Joyce emerged from the adjoining room.

"Oh, Daphne!" she cried out, consuming you in a hug that could only be described as motherly. You felt it considerably harder to fight back the tears this time. "Hi, Joyce." you exhaled into her shoulder, trying with all your might to resist crumbling in her arms right there. You had been alone for, what, six months? This exhibition of emotion, or rather, the suppression of it, left you feeling weak, and was perhaps the very reason you had avoided coming for so long.

Darlene would never have earned an award for her maternity, and you often thought that if there were such a scale to measure someone who would, your own mother would, against all odds, find a way to fall below it. She wasn't well, that much had been evident for the entirety of your time together, and increasingly so in the end, but in her wake you wondered how much longer you could accept it as an excuse. Above all else, you felt abandoned. Joyce, and the boys, they were wonderful. Truthfully speaking, Joyce had been more of a mother to you in your formative years than Darlene ever was, and Will and Jonathan, they would always be your little brothers as far as you were concerned. But still, in their house now, observing the three of them together, you helplessly felt like a guest, as if years of intimacy had been erased. Nothing had occurred to suggest this, of course. No, these thoughts were all of your own creation, from the mind you had so wished to desert so many times in the last six months.

“Daphne, honey, you must be starving. What can I whip up for us?”

"Spaghetti and meatballs, Mom, please?" Will exhorted, snapping you out of your self imposed hypnotic state.

"I think we should let Daphne choose, Will." Joyce sweetly urged him. "Daphne, what would you like?" You looked up at her from your place on the couch which you hadn't even recalled assuming, and then over to Will who was waiting in anticipation for your answer.

"Spaghetti and meatballs sounds great. Gotta love Italian!" you exclaimed, and Will and Jonathan high-fived quietly from across the room. Joyce shared a knowing look with you and giggled before turning back towards the kitchen. It brought a certain degree of reassurance to you that some things truly never change, one of which being the Byers boys' inability to grow up.

"Joyce," you scurry behind her, "thank you. I- it's been a... weird couple months, but being with y'all, it's already helping."

"Oh, Daphne," Joyce pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "I thought about you constantly. I wanted to make the trip down to Austin, to be there for you, but with the boys and then work-"

"I know. It's okay. I'm here now. You don't have to worry anymore."

"Easier said than done." Joyce gave an unassured look. "Please, just... don't hesitate to talk to me, okay? If it's too much. You're like a daughter to me, Daphne, and I know the boys think of you as a big sister. This is your home. For as long as you want it to be."

You promptly gave her a cuddle, hoping it could express your gratitude in a way you knew your words couldn't without risk of activating the waterworks, before announcing, "Hey, I think I might head out for a while after dinner. Check out that booming Hawkins nightlife. I can't even remember the last time I got a drink here."

"And legally, at that!" Joyce countered playfully, you giving her a slight push to quiet down, afraid that Will or Jonathan might wish to learn a thing or two of your teenage antics, ammunition you certainly were not ready to equip them with.

"Hey, I handled my alcohol well, okay!" you argued, though not compellingly.

"Law enforcement might disagree." she laughed, her head elsewhere, presumably recalling your countless run ins with the Hawkins police department.

"Okay yes, somewhat of a troubled teen..." you admitted, "but you know, I got over it. I went to college. I grew up." Joyce met your eyes with a smile, "I know you did. I'm so proud of you, Daph."

Eventually, dinner was ready, and the group had no sooner sat down at the dinner table before Will had engulfed the contents of his plate, now proudly demonstrating its emptiness to Joyce. "Finished! Can I please go to Mike's now?" he asked her with eyes so wide you feared they could momentarily eject from their sockets, making the question posed that much sweeter.

"Alright, alright." she giggled, "Just be careful, okay? Biking at a reasonable speed will not hinder your chances of escaping dungeons or slaying dragons, I promise."

Will met his mother's failed attempt at understanding his favourite game with an unforgiving roll of the eyes before the table burst into laughter with Will pulling Joyce into a hug, and then Jonathan.

"See you later, Daphne!" he exclaimed before wrapping his arms around you and hurriedly darting out the front door, leaving you once again with an aching smile plastered on your face. What a sweet boy, you thought to yourself.

"A couple hours and he already has Daphne wrapped around his finger!" Jonathan said jokingly, sending both you and Joyce into laughter once again. "What can I say, he's a good kid!"

"Once upon a time, you were too, Jonathan!" you said wiggling your finger at him with an air of mockery, giving a playful nudge to his shoulder before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

Closing the door behind you, you catch sight of Will wheeling his bike down the rough driveway. "Hey, wait up!"

Even from a distance you could make out his cheesy grin, and you couldn't help but think about what a heartbreaker he would make one day.

"So, Will the Wise! Off to another campaign?" you proclaim as you reach him, and the use of his nickname only causes his smile to grow wider.

"You remembered?"

"How could I forget?! I was only gone a couple years. Will the Wise's legacy, now that will last centuries." you tease.

"I really missed you, Daphne. So did Mom, almost as much as Jonathan!"

"Jonathan? Wow, he said that? Can we get that in writing?"

"Seriously!" he slapped your arm lightly as the briefly shared portion of your journey came to a close, preparing to mount his bike for the ride to the Wheeler house, "I'm so glad you're home."

With what felt suspiciously like watering eyes approaching, you swallowed harshly before taking his hand in yours. "Me too."

#eddie munson #stranger things #jim hopper cameo #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #i’m new to this and don’t really know what i’m doing #i know there’s no eddie mentions in chapter one but hang in there #i swear it’ll pick up #joyce byers is mother #literally #Spotify #rose-colored boy

[little-bumblebeeee]

hey! would you mind doing dustin x fem!reader...? about anything really, i just need more fics of him because i love him and i barely ever see any

phew, sorry, life got my ass before I could start this lmao. I got sick again but luckily my new house doesn't have nasty shit in the walls so let's hope this gets better 👍

Anyways, have some awkward teenage flirting and confessions with 641 words ♡

You only said yes when you were asked by a teacher if you wanted to sign up for camp Know-Where because you thought she said camp Nowhere, but next thing you knew you were on a bus full of nerds. Like, textbook nerds. The kids behind you just kept going on and on about science stuff and it gave you a headache. And when you turned around to tell them to shut up, you met Dustin.

Now you can't seem to shake him away from you, even a year later.

"C'mon, just sit in on this session to see if you like it!" Dustin says, trying to convince you to get into d&d for what seems like the millionth time in the span of this short year in which you've known each other.

"For the last time, I have better things to do, Dustin. Speaking of, you have a book report that you can't afford to get an F on if you wanna keep a good grade." You remind him, sticking a finger into his shoulder, watching red bloom in his cheeks as he rolls his eyes and walks past you into the drama room where Hellfire is held. Unfortunately, even though you prefer being alone, you don't like going places by yourself, so you have to jog to catch up with him.

You've never seen him like this before, his eyes wide and lips parted just barely as he listens so intently to Eddie's theatrical speech, you think not even a tornado passing through would shake him. You sit away from the table, watching as he yells and cheers, going through the most colorful range of emotions you've ever seen.

And when they win, who does he go to? Straight to you, taking you in his arms and squeezing tight. "So!?" He says over the yelling of his fellow Hellfire Club members, a big smile on his face. You just shake your head, letting the boy drag you outside along with Mike and Erica, the promise of his mom paying for pizza being what lures the other two, but it's Dustin that seems to capture your focus. He always seems to do that for you, doesn't he? Even in summer camp.

You've been to Dustin's house countless times, but none where him and Mike are arguing over a pizza and character sheets. The phone has rung about 4 times, his mom calling because Mike has to pack for California to see Will and El for spring break, but the boy just refused to pack on time. When he finally does leave, it's just you and Dustin.

Just you and Dustin.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't scared. Not of him, but of yourself. You get this terrible horrible feeling in your chest that you might say something stupid and mess this all up, but it seems like Dustin is one step ahead of you.

"Hey. Hypothetically, what would you say if I.. asked you to the movies this weekend. As a date." He asks you with a slight tilt of his head and a nervous smile. You can't believe your own ears. It's not like you're some science nerd or d&d fanatic like he is, so why you? You don't bother to ask, just grateful this is happening in the first place.

"Hypothetically.. I'd say yes." You reply, your shaky hand finding his own. You hate all this awkward eye contact but you can't seem to look away, not when his eyes seem bluer than normal– god, when did they get so blue?

"Cool.. cool. So.." He starts, trailing off as you nod.

"Yeah. Uh– sure." You say a little too quickly. You're both just laughing a little now, this is just too awkward to take seriously.

But now you've got a date this weekend. And you feel pretty damn good about it.

#This was a lil rushed I'm dying #But I got so damn excited for this request you don't even know #stranger things #gaten matarazzo #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x reader #x reader #stranger things x reader #x fem!reader #stranger things x fem!reader #Stranger things 4 #God I love writing awkwardness #Mike Erica and Eddie cameos #mike wheeler #erica sinclair #eddie munson #Hah #I give you fanfiction you give me nothing in return really I don't want anything in return I guess maybe just some nice words or even a lik #Idk

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Based on this post. Steve gets very drunk on the first night of his platonic couple's trip to Vegas with Robin. Eddie also gets very drunk on The Strip with BFF Chrissy whilst killing time before the concert of the century. Chaos ensues when their two best friends team up against Eddie's ex. Friends are made, and relationships blossom but will Steve get the happily ever after he's been dreaming of?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

#yes i took that picture no unfortunately not from vegas that's a yorkshire skyscape for ya it's pretty though no? #no i've never tried to summarise a story before yes i realise how ridiculous it sounds #steddie vegas au #steddie au #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #cameos for a lot of the st cast and a couple of oc's #background buckingham #platonic stobin #platonic hellcheer

[palmviolet]

chapter ten of BETTER BY YOU, BETTER THAN ME

↳ read on ao3

November 1983. Between unpaid bills, the supposedly straight jock he’s seeing, and letters from his convict dad, seventeen year old Eddie Munson’s got enough to worry about. But when Will Byers goes missing, it sparks a chain of events that will show there are more depths to Hawkins — and to certain people in it, like infamous Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington — than he realises.

/ or, the excessively long slow-burn in which Eddie is involved in the Upside Down from the very beginning.

chapter ten summary:

Eddie wonders what it’s like, in a vague sort of way, to have lived your life so casually. Not to have to cling onto each good, nice moment because you know just how easily they can be stripped away. Not that Eddie’s very good at that. He can’t shake the tendency to let the bad moments consume him. Steve’s right, in some sense: what good is a party, after what they’ve seen? What good is a grounding?

So.

“Wanna share that joint with me?” Eddie says, his next offer of charity that’s not charity at all.

#steddie #steveddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #better by you #bbybtm #my fic #!!! #robin cameo in this one #and edancy bonding of course

[tartarusknight]

The King of the Freaks | Part 15

Ao3 Link | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

CW for sexual harassment and dissociation/derealization 

On Monday, Steve felt nervous but also more sure of himself than ever before. But in a way, after breaking down in front of the guys, Steve wasn’t completely sure how to act anymore. He was used to making himself scarce so they wouldn’t feel like he was too much. But that first day back, instead of just smiling their way and continuing on in the morning, he stopped by Grant’s locker where all, minus Eddie, were standing. They had smiled at him brightly and he felt stupid for missing out on this for so long.

 “Hey Steve, so what are your plans for Thanksgiving?” Jeff questioned.

He couldn’t help but shrink into himself a little. “Uh, I don’t really celebrate. Not much of a feast when you eat alone.” He shrugged and tried to stay nonchalant about it.

Jeff tilted his head before nodding to himself, “Why don’t you join my family? I’ve got a huge family so honestly one more is nothing.” He said and Steve froze because he’s never really had this opportunity.

He could feel the desire to cry building up so he looked away from the group of guys, “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice.”

 An arm was thrown over his shoulder and he looked over to see Eddie who finally joined them. “Lucky man. Jeff’s gran makes the best pies,” Eddie grins and Steve can’t help but smile back. Hope was building every day with these people. He didn’t feel so lonely. He had thought this big break would’ve been lonely. But he’s already got a plan for one of the days.

 The bell rang and Eddie groaned, “I don’t wanna go to Mrs. Click’s. I’m 80% sure she hates me.” He whined and Steve laughed.

He wrapped his arm back around Eddie, “Come on. Stop being a big baby.” He decided, dragging Eddie off towards their shared class. Eddie groaned and tried to slow them but Steve easily overpowered him. Eddie didn’t stop complaining even as they reached the classroom.

 Steve ripped his bagel in half and handed one to Eddie. Eddie looked a little surprised but then he smiled. It made his dimples stand out and it was so dorky, but it made Steve smile right back. He sat in his spot next to Tammy Thompson who constantly checked him out and the girl behind him who drilled holes into the back of his head.

 Still, he was having a good day and it wasn’t slowing him down. During lunch, he actually sat down with the boys instead of just stopping by. And he was able to just joke around and have fun instead of hiding in the library or his car. He was slowly gaining his footing and it terrified him but also excited him. During the last class of the day, he had actually sat next to Eddie in class and Eddie had given him another of those big smiles that Steve was starting to think were perfect.

 Of course, he couldn’t just mess around with Eddie all class period though. He started on the math work as Eddie did the same. Steve seemed to lose track of his surroundings until Eddie groaned and slammed his head on the desk. Steve glanced over and noticed doodles on the worksheet but only the first couple of math problems were completed. Steve himself wasn’t great at math but it was easier than English. He didn’t have to worry about the numbers running all over the page like words would.

 “Do you want to work together?” He asked before he could stop himself. Eddie sat up so fast he would’ve toppled backward if Steve hadn't steadied his chair. “Jesus, calm down.” He huffed and took in Eddie’s shocked expression on his face. “What?”

Eddie blinked, “you want to work with me?”

Steve’s nose wrinkled at Eddie’s words. “What? I asked, didn’t I?”

Eddie's fingers tapped on the desk and the room was noisy, filled with students who didn’t care about actually working on their work. “Yeah, but… well- um, Steve this isn’t my first time taking this-”

Steve rolled his eyes, “so what?”

 It was like Eddie was shrinking back into himself. He looked small in a way Steve hadn’t noticed before. “I’m not going to be any help. I can’t focus for shit. I spend more time getting off task than working on my shit.” Eddie mutters and Steve hates how quiet he is.

He thinks of how Eddie had been open to Steve this past weekend. It makes the nonchalance tumble off his shoulders. “Eds, I just want to help. I’m not great at this shit but I think we might as well try to work to our strengths, right?” He offered and brought his paper over to him and tapped his pencil on Eddie’s paper. “We can try, right? I’ll keep you focused to the best of my abilities and you can try to make it make sense in my brain. Because your work on those two actually looks right and I have no clue what I’m doing.” He says quietly and Eddie blinks at him.

 Then he gets a determined look on his face and grabs his pen. Eddie’s thoughts were all over the place but he was still smarter than Steve could ever wish to be. He was able to explain the work like it was easy and while it helped Steve, he still struggled. Eddie stayed determined, like just the thought of helping Steve was able to keep him focused. But Steve still had to point Eddie back in the right direction a couple of times. It took a while but they were able to parse together the worksheet.

 While they were working, Steve noticed more than a few glances their way. Even the teacher seemed intrigued by them. He tried to ignore it. But he’s never been great at ignoring what others thought of him. It’s why he got to the top; it’s why he became King Steve. But he didn’t want to be a shallow asshole who only cared about everyone’s opinions. He wanted to be like Eddie, walking in his own skin and staying confident.

 Still, just because he wanted to stop being King Steve didn’t mean he could just stop caring. He shrunk into himself as they gossiped. “Do you think Harrington uses the freaks to look hotter?” One girl murmured to her friend; it made their friend laugh.

“I mean, why else would Steve Harrington be friends with Satan worshippers?” The one replied and Steve glanced over at Eddie who was chewing on the end of his pen. “Although rumor has it Nancy dumped him. So maybe he really is that much of a loser.”

 The first girl sighed as if it affected her personally. “Do you think people would still be jealous if I slept with him?”

“Probably everyone knows how good in bed he is.” She replied and Steve gripped his pencil tighter.

“Good, because I know a few of us want a taste before he graduates.” They giggled to themselves and Steve tried to ignore it. “You know everyone’s got a talent, he might not be special but he’s still got his looks and that tongue-”

 Steve jumped as Eddie kicked his desk hard enough that it tumbled to the ground in front of him with a bang. Everyone went quiet and he just shrugged, “Leg spasm.” He offered and Steve felt frozen in place as Eddie picked up his shit. The teacher didn’t even bother getting him in trouble, she just sighed and continued on with her day.

 Eddie calmly sat back down and acted like nothing happened. It made him so jealous. Eddie reached over and grabbed the collar of his vest to pull Steve over to whisper in his ear, “are you alright, sweetheart?”

Steve jerked like he was slapped and looked over at Eddie. “Uh, um, yeah?” He choked out and Eddie looked like he was trying to see straight into his soul. Steve couldn’t handle that. He stood up and handed in his worksheet before heading straight out of the classroom.

 He felt his hands shake and he could hear Eddie follow after him, but he couldn’t focus on that. “Stevie, Steve, slow down. It’s okay, you’re okay.” Eddie blocked his path and Steve’s hands gripped Eddie’s leather jacket. Eddie bit his lip and gently touched Steve’s arm, guiding them into the bathroom. Steve easily followed him but kept his grip on Eddie. “I’m right here, okay? Those girls are just uh, dickheads?” Eddie stumbled over his words and Steve glanced up at him.

“They want dick and head, Eddie,” Steve said dumbly.

 Eddie nodded and then sighed. He looked a little lost and Steve knew he was blowing this out of proportion. “But… Steve, isn’t that kind of a compliment? Like they didn’t phrase it right but-”

Steve feels the words like a plate to the head and it takes everything inside of him to avoid breaking apart at the seams. He took the emotions that started to bubble up and shoved them down. So far, they slip from his grasp and everything around him quietens until all he can do is focus on Eddie.

 He feels like he's buzzing with energy but unable to flip the right switch so it goes to the right place. It makes his brain feel like it's speeding up until his movements aren't able to keep up. Before he wasn’t even the one moving himself anymore. He was too far away to do anything but watch himself. Like he was a passenger in his own body. Like his words weren’t his. Like he wasn’t himself.

 “Yeah, Eddie. I mean, I’m Steve Harrington. I’ve got a reputation for a reason. I just don’t see the point of sitting around listening to gossip.” He said and it came out smoothly like it was the truth. Too perfect and so wrong in ways he can't express. The world is blurred around the edges and he's not really sure what's happening.

 “I mean some of the shit they were saying was absolute shit and I get-” Eddie was still talking but Steve wasn’t in the conversation anymore. He wasn’t sure where he was. It was familiar to a concussion but also so far away from it that just left him lost.

Still, he laughed and playfully shoved Eddie. It made Steve realize that at some point he had stopped clutching onto Eddie. “Dude, it’s fine. Honestly, that doesn’t even bother me. It’s a compliment, right?” He asked and something in Eddie’s expression wasn’t right.

 “Steve, I…” He trailed off like he wasn’t sure what to say. Steve felt like shit as he took a step back from Eddie.

He knew he was grinning but he didn’t understand how. “Eddie,” He leaned in close and confident in ways Steve hadn’t been since being King Steve. “I know I’m a slut. I know the things they say. Just because I haven’t been sleeping around doesn’t mean shit. I know what I’m good at,” he states and Eddie looks hurt. But before Eddie can do anything the bell rings and Steve slips out of the bathroom. He goes straight home and doesn’t bother talking to anyone else.

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[pynkhues]

Can you imagine having such a big crush that you throw yourself onto the ground that is covered in leaves and sticks? That is insane. I love it.

It's so insane, and I love him for it, haha.

I really wish we'd gotten to see a little bit more of both Eddie and Chrissy before tragedy struck, because that first episode shows him to be such a performer, even outside of music. He was so into putting on a show, particularly during D&D, but that moment with Chrissy is just so magic in the way it veers between performance and bravado and honesty and this vulnerability that feels all teenage boy.

It just lights this match in the chemistry they share that makes it feel so real, and I love the way it opens something up in Chrissy. She has quite a few scenes in that episode, and it's so important she's so defensively closed given what she's going through, and it's what makes that contrast of the way he just opens her up as a character really special. He wants her attention, but he also wants her to know she has his, and there's something to that, I think, that sparks curiousity that seems to just briefly fuel them both, and ugh, I love them so much, and I wish we'd had so much more of them.

#i'm kinda curious if the show goes the time travel route #which i lowkey think it might given the upside down is stuck on the day will disappeared #if we might get a run of cameos during s5 #but that's neither here nor there haha #i'm in so deep with this ship anon #i'm a mess haha #chrissy x eddie #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #netflix stranger things #st asks #welcome to my ama

[relocatedheads]

Candle Wax

Summary: Reader and Eddie try to explain their sexual catalog and try wax! except it turns out completely the opposite of what either thought was going to happen.

Pairing: Eddie X Reader Trigger Warnings: Wax play / implied smut / Fluff :D Content Warnings: mention of burning / making out / below the belt touching / being walked in on / embarrassment / pain

ohmy- an eddie masterlist !!

I’ve never seen a wax ply fic written but I kept thinking about this. and how Eddie definitely is up for trying it all

“You excited, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked, lighting the handful of candles you’d both placed on his bedside. You were sat on the middle of his bed, legs crossed, hands fidling with each other.

You nodded eagerly, “I wanna know what it feels like!”

“Do you reckon it’ll burn?”

“Surely not, but that might add to the fun!” You smiled at the taller boy, who was round rounding up a couple items.

The two of you had spoken about expanding the things you do in bed and generally making it more fun. You both had your fantasies and as adults, who wouldn't wanna try them out. Wax play had been something neither of you had ever dreamt about but both were incredible intrigued by. So after a long conversation, a handful of research, you now find yourself sat in Eddie’s room as he prepares to try it out.

Due to the dynamic of your relationship, you’d agreed for him to take a lot of the control in this situation. He returned back to you with his staple bandana and, cuffs in his palms, dumping them on the bed beside you before kneeling down in front of you, “You know what do to if you wanna stop?”

You nodded, “Say red and if I have my mouth full, tap you 3 times.” He lent in to give you a love filled kiss, his way of acknowledging your correct response. The kiss was light and fluffy but still carried the ability to make you being to haze over.

He broke your kiss, reaching over with one hand to grab the cuffs and his other grabbing your hands. In a known silence, Eddie slung the metal over your wrists, smiling down at you as he locked them, “They always do look their best on you.” He brung your wrists up and kissed them sweetly, “You ready?” You nodded, “Okay Sweetheart, lay down for me.” 

Once on your back, he lent over you and directed your wrists over to the hook in his wall that sat just above his bed. He let the chain of the cuffs sit within the hook, you gave them a slight tug - both noting your hands were not going anywhere.

His kiss was a bit more forceful this time round. Pushing himself on top of you, his forearms sat beside your head, allowing him to deepen the kiss. The two of you moved in sync, having been so used to this dance now. Eddie was always an open mouth kisser: big, wide, sloppy kisses. He loved to use his tongue and you loved to bite on his lips. One slightly brutal tug on his bottom lip causes a warning remark of “Slow down, pretty lady.” 

One of his hands disappeared to grab the iconic bandana off the bed. He broke the kiss when bringing the fabric up to your eyeline. “See you in a minute.” He smiled smuggly at you. You leant your head up giving him the space the tie the blindfold. 

The lack of vision caused your other sense to tighten, every sound and feeling felt it’d been turned up to 100. You knew Eddie was still sat upon your upper thighs, straddling you but now leaning towards the side to grab a candle but the darkness tricked your brain into thinking you were almost alone. 

The unannounced feeling of Eddies finger tips bracing your skin caused your breath to hitch, “Shhh” He cooed. You sighed, regaining yourself, “Colour, sweet?”

“Green.” You replied breathily. 

Eddie smiled above you - he always loved the sight of you restrained. He took a red candle off his bedside table, he held it a couple centimetres from your skin and began to tip it. In milliseconds, a drop of wax had fallen and dried on your stomach, causing a brief hiss to come from your throat and for your arms to tug inwards. Which led to the chain of the cuffs locking and pulling against your action.

He carried on tipping the candle and allowing drops of wax to fall along you, you could feel they were going up in a line. “How do you feel?” He spoke quietly along with the music that decorated the room. 

“Hot- It’s hot.” You huffed out. The feeling was different, you were unable to figure out whether it was a good or bad different. When the line of wax reached up to the top of your chest, you felt a small drop roll down your collar bone. The hot tickling feeling expelled a high pitched squirm out of you paired with you again pulling your arms down - at least trying to. 

Eddie chuckled lightly above you, rubbing over the now dried wax droplet, “You liked that one.” He noted, whispering in your ear, leading you to jump again. “Sorry, sweetheart.” He paused, “Must be a lot: not knowing where I am.”

“You could be blindfolded next, if ya want.” You quipped back.

Eddie dropped the candle again in retaliation, letting more droplets roll off into the dip of your collarbones. “You know that’s never going to happen.” 

He sat himself back up, dropping more wax down you as he recoiled back. Each drop of your stomach caused you to tense up slightly. He had his free hand rubbing small lines along the edge of your hip. 

You could feel him focusing the wax on the lower portion of your torso, the constant attention to the one spot was causing the heat of the material to take effect. You were starting to feel vulnerable and delicate in that one area, “Eddie... hot.. really hot.” You babble incoherently out into the air. 

“I know... I know, baby. You doing so well.” He cooed, never stopped his art. 

“Hurts..”

“You know what to say.” He stopped for a moment to give you an air to voice yourself if you felt needed. “You doing so good-”

You mewled at the feeling. The room for a moment was filled with nothing more than the clucking of a chain, heavy breaths and the fizzing of the burning  wik.

“Are you writing something?” Your voice was sparse and slightly strained. Eddie didn’t respond straight away but carried on creating whatever it was he was doing. You’d almost convinced yourself you never actually spoke your thought.

In the mids of your thoughts, Eddie had leant up and placed a messy set of kisses on your neck, slowly trailing them up to your mouth. All you found yourself able to do was whimper. 

The delicate sucks on your neck mixing with the open kisses led to you absentmindedly jerking and rolling your hips into his, the hand he had on your side stilled and tensed up, “None of that, girlie.” He mumbled into your wind pipe. You hummed pitifully in response.

Eddie let go of you, and with two now free hands - disregarding the candle at some point you were unaware of - ran them up the edges of your body, back down and back up again over the dried wax. The teasing alone was hard to deal with but the pressure on already tender skin made in near on impossible.

“God, you’re such a mess already-” Eddie gushed, “I find it very hard to believe you’ve never fantasied about this.” His words turned to low whispers. You shook your head. His hands were cupping your face, he lent down and placed a single kiss to your lips. 

His hands slowly moved around your face, up to where the blindfold sat, “Gonna take this off.” You knew that meant for you to pull your head up.

“Cuffs too?” You asked quietly,

“Thought you liked them-” He asked, hands now fiddling with the knot he tied earlier.

“Yeah- Arms hurt-” You breathed out. Unbeknownst to you, he nodded. Once the blindly was disregarded, you were met with an ache in your eyes as you adjusted to the light. 

Squinting, you offered him a cheesy smile - he laughed lightly at you in return.  While your vision was coming to, you felt him unhook your hands and unlock the cuffs. He kept both your hands nestled into his, bringing them down over your head and onto his lips.

Offering your wrists small kisses each, he finished his love making with a wrist in both hands being massaged. “Why didn't you tell me it hurt?”

“It was a good hurt.” 

“Sure?”

You nodded, smiling sympathetically, “Woulda told ya other wise- Anyway,” you cut yourself off, “What was doing?” Eddie, your hands still in his, looked at you quizzingly, “With the wax? You were doing something?”

“Right.” He let go of your hands, and shuffled off of you, laying down next to you as your hoisted yourself up on your forearms. “Tada!” He did small jazz hands with his arm that wasn’t holding him up.

You couldn't help but laugh at the cutely molded smiley face that was crystallised into the left of your stomach. “Cute!” Eddie smiled and breathed a laugh at your reaction, “Can we give him a friend?” The silence told you Eddie was confused, “He looks lonely-”

The boy lent over you, grabbing the candle yet again, “Another smiley?” You nodded, “Okay, hold still Sweet.” 

You watched him roll back to laying next to you, leaning over you slightly. His tongue was perched on his top his lip, deep in concentration. The droplets of wax begun to make you to tense again, take in a sharp breath and  on the exhale it fizzled into a whimper. The sounds you were making had Eddie’s eyes flickering up to you. 

“Beautiful.” He commented at his art piece. You laughed lovingly at it.

Getting an idea yourself, you leant over a pulled an unlit candle and his lighter into your hands. Once lit, you threw the lighting into the void of his floor, allowing the candle some time to melt. Leaning back up on your free arms forearm, you tensed up for the expected feeling. You began to draw on yourself too, making a small smiley upon your abs. 

“How does yours look more realistic than mine?” Eddie gawked,

“I guess I'm just the better artist-” The moment you comeback was aired, Eddie tipped his candle upside down leading a large dot of wax to land on your smiley- “Ow! you son of- a bitch.” The end of your insult falling into a breath. Eddie let out a belly chuckled at your reaction. 

“Thought you liked the pain?” He retorted cockily, his finger now smearing the semi dried wax over you. 

“200 degree wax is still 200 degrees no matter how nice it may feel.”

The two of you found yourself getting lost in your own little world. The room what was once full of tension and desperate whimpers was filled into having a filling of light loving chuckles and play fighting: “No I was gonna go there!” and “Ha HA HA What even is that?”. The time youth had spent here was unknown, but this oddly intriguing pleasure activity had found its own way into making the two of you even closer than you were before. 

Once fully lost in your private bubble, you both never heard the light knock on the door. Only coming back to reality once the door hinges had squeezed their hello and the door was open. Looking up from the mess you’d both made, you were joint by a dazed and confused staring Wayne. 

In his defence, he was met by the sounds of the two of you lightly bickering and laughing. He did not expect to walk into you laying in your underwear with his on leaning over you fully clothed, both of you paying an uncanny amount of attention to your stomach holding what seemed to be candles. 

When his presence was known, your voices and laughed died almost instantly, all. 3 of you mentally acknowledging the scene infant of you but not saying a thing, only staring at each other. 

Once reality set in, you threw the t-shirt that sat on Eddie’s bed over your chest, Eddie rolled over you more so you could keep something to the imagination all while Wayne announced, “You know what I'm not even going to ask-” 

“Just knock, old man!” Eddie sighed lightly, you laid there with your hands over your mouth in a shock filled embarrassment - having blown out the candle.

“Son I did!”

“I’m so sorry-” You were starting to giggle, your nervous laugh getting the best of you. “This is horrific-” 

“Could be worse, sweet.” Eddie too starting to laugh.

Wayne huffed, waving his arm at you both, leaving the room, “I think I need to get you a lock, Son.”

Once Wayne had left, shutting the door behind him. You both errupted in fits of giggles and cackles. Eddie rolled off your lower half, facing up to the ceiling with you. The room was now in a new state - light, fresh, and loud. You both could seem to stop yourselves. 

You had rolled over, having off the bed slightly, your laugh now a lost wheeze, Eddie was still face up, legs kicking lightly as his was nothing more than hefty cackles, his hands whipping at his eyes. 

#CEO of Wayne and Eddie #I can't write a fic without a Wayne cameo #I loved this #sorry shes so short #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #stranger things fluff #stranger things Eddie munson #st4 #Eddie Munson 4 #Eddie Munson stranger things #Eddie munosn #Eddie Munson fanfction #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson headcanon #Eddie Munson waxplay #Eddie Munson joesph quinnn #joesph quinnn st4 #joesph Quinn fanfiction #joes quinnn fluff #joesph Quinn smut #Eddie and wayne #Eddie Munson Wayne munson #Wayne munson #Eddie and Wayne munson

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Stranger Things Egg Baby AU, Nurse Steve

"Shit, shit, shit, shit..." Steve cursed as he pulled his car into the 7/11 parking lot. Putting the BMW in park and exiting with little Eggbert in hand. Glancing in the green convenience store windows and looking for Eddie's familiar head of hair. But save the redhead at the counter with headphones on, the place looked completely empty. Of course Eddie was gone, he was almost an hour late. The other high-schooler was probably long gone and pissed at him. "Your daddy is going to kill me." Steve groaned. The egg did not reply. "Damn it, he's got me talking to you now too." The teen turned back to his car, setting the egg back in the cup holder and getting ready to drive home when a loud scream pierced the air.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" The voice cried out. Steve grabbed the nail bat from his back seat and rushed towards the source of the noise. Running behind the gas station, Steve saw his health class partner on the ground. Eddie's back was against the brick wall of the convenience store while he tried to defend himself with the lid of a fallen garbage can. Above him stood a growling dog like creature. The thing was hairless as it's face opened like some weird fleshy flower of teeth and gore.

'This must be Dart.' Steve thought as he raised his bat and yelled.

"Hey! Get the fuck away from him!" Both the creature and Eddie turned to face the new arrival.

"Harrington?' Eddie asked, extremely confused. Dart let out a shrieking howl as it lunged towards Steve. The teen bringing the bat down and swinging it into the creature's face. The blow sent Dart flying to the side. Steve stared the creature down as it moved, getting back up. The two staring each other down for a moment before the monster whimpered. Retreating back towards the woods in a sprint before disappearing into the brush. Steve's grip on the now bloodied bat relented and he let it fall to the side. Turning he saw Eddie staring up at him with wide eyes.

"What...what the fuck was that?' Eddie managed to get out. Steve opened his mouth to reply when he noticed Eddie's right leg. A large piece of the black denim was missing with blood coming from what looked like a bite wound.

"Shit, that thing got you good." Steve said as he leaned down to inspect the injury.

"You didn't answer the fucking question Harrington." Eddie's voice hitched as he said this. "What the fuck was that? And why do you have a nail bat? What-?"

"Listen, we can talk about this later. You need a hospital." Steve interrupted the panicked metalhead. Eddie winced as Steve helped him off the ground.

"No. No hospital. "

"What? You can't be serious. What if that gets infected?"

"Listen Harrington, I know this might be a surprise to a rich kid like you, but some of us can't afford a five hundred dollar ER visit." Eddie hissed as Steve pressed down on the wound. Further tearing off some of Eddie's jeans and wrapping it around the metalhead's leg. "Shit... "

"Fine, if you won't go to the hospital, you'll come over to my place and I'll clean you up."

"You make it sound like I don't have a choice."

"Well you could try and take care of it yourself but considering you already failed health class once..."

"Oh fuck you dude. " Eddie flipped Steve off and tried to stand up but this action sent a shock of pain through his busy and he stumbled into the the side of the 7/11. "Mmmm, okay, bad idea."

"So you gonna let me help you or not?''

"Fine." Eddie relented, Steve helping the the other boy over to the passenger side of his car. Gently maneuvering the dark haired boy so he didn't put any pressure on the injury. Steve tossed the bloodied bat into his backseat before he hopped into the driver's side. As he started the car he noticed Eddie had taken their egg out of the cupholder. Carefully looking over the produce and letting out an impressed hum. "I'm impressed Harrington. Somehow our little Eggy's still in one piece."

"Seriously? You just got attacked and that's what you're worried about?" Eddie shrugged.

"I'd rather die than have to take my senior year a third time."

"...yeah okay that's fair."

~~

As Steve helped Eddie into his house, the metalhead let out low whistle when he looked around.

"Swanky place you got here Harrington. You sure your parents won't have a heart attack when they see me bleeding on their loveseat?" Eddie asked as he was lowered onto the couch.

"They're not home." Steve explained. "Majorca."

"Gesundheit?''

"No you idiot, it's an island. In Spain."

"What, they go on a vacation without you?" Eddie asked jokingly. Steve nodded. "Oh. Shit."

"I'm used to it. " Steve spoke nonchalantly as he helped Eddie prop his injured leg up. "Here, don't move while I go get something to take care of that."

"Yeah, yeah, thanks nurse Steve." Steve ignored the comment as he went to the bathroom behind the kitchen. Going to the cupboard under the sink, Steve dug out his personal stash of medical supplies. Just the normal stuff like bandages, antiseptic, washcloth...some vicodin just in case. Steve pocketed the pill bottle and began his trek back to Eddie when he heard humming coming from the living room. Peeking in he saw Eddie cradling their egg in his hands. Keening his ears Steve recognized the tune as Goodbye Blue Sky. If this were anyone else, the scene would be sweet. But in this case it made Steve worry about the blood loss making Eddie delirious.

"Hey," Steve announced his entrance, taking a seat on the couch, "you feel okay? No head trauma or anything?"

"Nah, just my leg." Eddie wrapped Egbert in his handkerchief and set him on the coffee table. "Why? My face fucked up too?"

"Not anymore than usual. " Steve poured the antiseptic into the washcloth and pressed it into the wound.

"Fuck!" Eddie bit his lip, hand clawing into the leather couch. "Little heads up would be nice nurse Steve." Steve didn't comment as he finished cleaning off wound before grabbing the ace bandages and dressing the bite. "You seem pretty prepared for this kind of thing."

"Never hurts." Steve pulled away, looking over his work and pulling at edges. "Not too tight?''

"Guess not." Eddie watched as Steve shifted away from him and an awkward silence fell. "So...you gonna tell me what that was?"

"Can it wait until tomorrow? I'm exhausted."

"You're exhausted? Really?" Eddie asked incredulously.

"Come on dude, please? I promise I'll tell you tomorrow. "

"Fine, whatever." Eddie huffed, looking down at his leg. "Looks like I'm spending the night, huh?"

"Anyone you need to call? There's a phone in the kitchen."

"Nah, my uncle probably won't even notice I'm gone." Steve walked over to the nearby closet and grabbed one of the nicer blankets. Tossing it at the metalhead, Eddie fumbled in surprise.

"Don't scuff up the leather. This couch is probably worth more than your minivan."

"Whatever Harrington." Eddie rolled his eyes. Steve began to walk to the staircase when Eddie called out. "Hey Harrington?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. You didn't have to do all this. "

"....no problem."

#eggy #stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #eddie x steve #egg baby au #eggbert pop #with a robin cameo

[slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction]

Several people are typing…

A modern day Hellcheer group chat au

Part Six

First part • Previous part • Next part

#fic: several people are typing #hellcheer #hellcheer fic #eddissy #munningham #my writing #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jim hopper cameo #and jeff lol

[calzonekestis]

Stranger Things + FRIENDS intro

#stranger things #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #they have a cameo at the end #wanted to include more of them + eden but Time

[dingusfreakhxrrington]

so i just watched the princess and had a great idea for a medieval au eddie fic.

i’m going to work on planning it out for a while and won’t start it until i’ve finished more than a feeling but i wanted to mention it and see if anyone would be interested in reading it when i get around to writing it?

p.s. check the tags for more info about it 😉

#—dingusposts ⌕ #update #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #it will be princess!reader x blacksmith!eddie #definitely a series with a few chapters #they’re gonna have to save a whole kingdom after all #might also include cameos of the other stranger things characters #maybe kind of as their d&d characters or something 🤔 #or at least based around that #the premise of the fic is it’s one big d&d game being told from a 3rd perspective