I think some people get caught up in the flashy over confident facade that is Eddie The Freak Munson. And for me at least, the fun part of his character is that there is no The Freak. He's just some dork with daddy issues and a lunch box full of bad weed. And like most dorks with daddy issues and a lunch box full of bad weed, he got really into alt music in middle school.
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I really despise the Marvelification of Stranger Things, because all the interviews nowadays are constantly referencing how fast paced and epic and big the finale will be but the reason people fell in love with the show wasn't special effects or long episodes; it was the plot, it was the characters, it was the mystery. Stranger Things 1 may have been a story about a government conspiracy and a monster, but that's not why we stuck around. The show can throw amazing CGI, Russians, a battle within the American army and an apocalypse at the audience with the biggest budget known to man but if they forget to ground it and keep it central, it'll just get lost amongst a plethora of other "epic" blockbusters. We want Steven King, not Avengers.
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The funniest aspect of Nancy's personality is that she has absolutely no idea how terrible she is at lying.
"Ok, could you just let me do the talking." Like, girl you've only made it this far on pure luck. You're good at prep work, but horrible at improvisation.
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Eddie, Steve and Robin sleeping in a spoon train bc it's the only way they can sleep without nightmares.
Eddie big spooning Steve bc he needs the visual confirmation that he's ok, his friends are ok.
Steve in the middle bc he loves being the little spoon but he needs to hold someone else in his arms, knowing that he's wrapped around them and keeping them safe.
Robin finding a strange sense of comfort in having Steve behind her, being able to feel his breath this time, knowing that if she shifts at all then he'll grumble at her and hold her a little tighter.
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i know most ppl are obsessed with the idea of eddie being some sorta Dom Top Sex God but my favorite eddie characterization will always be him as a cringe fail weirdo
so, consider this: eddie who has been walking around flagging as a sado top this whole time, has NO idea what that even is. and! is horrified when he finds out !! cause in reality the man is the biggest fumbling virgin and now he has to dig himself out of this embarrassing hole with whoever (robin? steve??) clocked him !
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Sometimes i forget that stranger things is literally the most popular show on Netflix and not a little secret i share with some people on tumblr.com
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Steve: Is he staring at me?
Nancy: Of course he’s staring at you, you’re bleeding out.
Steve: But is he staring at me in an ‘ahh he’s bleeding out!’ Or ‘ahh he looks so hot when he’s bleeding out!’ way?
Nancy *no longer putting pressure on the wound to stare at Steve blankly*:
Robin: He’s staring at you in an ‘ahh he’s bleeding out!’ type of way. Why would he think it’s hot?!
Eddie *staring at Steve in a “ahh he’s looks so hot when he’s bleeding out!” way*: I mean…
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Hostage/kidnapping Steddie AU
Steve is leaning against Eddies shoulder, breaths heavy, and there's a deep wheeze every intake that’s a bit worrying,
“Hey, Stevie, you awake?” The breathing continues but he receives no verbal answer. He jostles steve's head with his shoulder gently, not wanting to hurt him anymore, “Steve, buddy, I need you to say something.” Steve takes an extra deep, extra wheezy breath in and lets out a grunt of acknowledgment. It's not much but Eddie thinks it's enough if that's all he's going to get from the beaten and bloodied man. Long moments pass, enough so that Eddie jumps when Steve finally speaks, not expecting the hoarse voice beside his ear,
“ ‘mokay, Ed. Think I got a concussion. ‘Vrything spinning.” He sighs. Eddie goes through his mental checklist of what he knows about concussions which isn't much, “Okay, Steve, I need you to stay awake, we gotta make sure you don't fall asleep on me.” He says shakily.
Steve signs deeply again, “I know… but I'm just so…” he sighs a third time, “tired… gonna shut my eyes… for just a minute…” Eddie knows for a fact Steves eyes had already been shut, but he jostles the man harder,
“Nuh-uh, Sir. Can't do that, you gotta stay awake with me.” Eddie leans his head forward, looking at Steves face as best he can in the dim light. Purpling bruises covering almost the entirety of his face, his eyes swollen, but he can see those brown eyes peeking at him from where hes sitting and staring, his eyes tracking Eddies movements, “Hiya, Stevie.” Eddie whispers, trying hard to keep the fear from shaking his voice. Steve swallows audibly and his tongue darts out to wet his chapped lips,
“Hi, Eddie.” He croaks in response. He blinks slowly, his eyes taking ages to open again, “c’nyou do me a favor…?” He looks at Eddie pleadingly.
Eddie's brow furrows, “Anything for you, sweetheart.” He says. He can see steve react to the pet name, but as mangled as he is, Eddie can't tell if it's a positive or negative reaction. Eddie shifts his arms behind him awkwardly, sending an extra curse to the bastard that tied his wrists at such a sharp angle.
Steve nestles into Eddies shoulder a bit more once the metalhead is done squirming, “if i don't make it…” Eddie shakes his head, putting a stop to the conversation quickly,
“Nope, no way, Steve, we're making it out of here together.” Steve let out a small grunt of disapproval,
“need you t’listen, ed. need you t’know.” Eddie cant look at steve anymore and leans his head back against the wall, feeling tears prickle his eyes. He gulps, trying to drown the golf ball sized lump in his throat,
“what is it you need me to know.” Eddie asks, his voice catching. Steve takes another wheezy beeath and shifts his head,
“V’got a will. N’my closet. Red box.” Eddie gives a distressed whine and shakes his head, snapping his eyes shut tight. He rests his cheek on the top of Steves head. Its like if he gets close enough to him, he can make this discussion go away. Eddie sucks air in through his nose,
“You've got a will?” Steve's response is another wheeze. He moves as if to bury his eyes into Eddies shoulder but whimpers in pain from his bruised face instead, opting back to facing forward,
“had to, after t’second time ‘round” Eddie can hear the hitch in the man's voice and curses his bound arms for rendering him unable to pull steve into his arms,
“what do you need me to know about it for?” Eddie asks innocently, too afraid to speak of the reality of the situation. Steve shrugs minutely,
“Odds cant run n’my favor forever. J’sncase.” He slurs.
(Ill probs post a part 2? Maybe???)
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