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jacobbyart · 2 years

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title: let the gears turn ship: steve harrington/eddie munson tags: dustin hender POV, coming out, carr accidents, fluff. light-hearted, found family words: 2,539 summary: a small vehicular accident was all it took for dustin to figure out why steve harrington has been off his dating game lately.

The pain on Dustin’s arm was more of a dull throbbing now. He was doped up on painkillers, more than what was necessary in his opinion. A broken arm was the least he had suffered in his life, both physical and emotional scars included. He didn’t complain to the nurses though, not after they kindly let him borrow their desk telephone that rang on and on in his ear. He grumbled under his breath when no one answered, and one of the nurses shot him a raised eyebrow.

“Brothers,” Dustin said with a roll of his eyes. “So unpredictable.”

The nurse shook her head and then returned to her paperwork.

Dustin punched in the number again. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon—”

“Thank you for calling Family Video. This is Steve speaking. How may—”

“I need you to pick me up.”

“Hello to you too,” Steve replied in his non-customer service voice. He could practically hear him sharing a look with Robin. Dustin knew the drill by now. It was like clockwork really, except for the fact that Steve was still playing coy around who should be the girl of his dreams if his former relationship with Nancy and his non-relationship with literally every other girl they had come across were anything to go by. Maybe it was a new tactic Steve was trying out. Either way, Dustin is yet to fully understand.

“I need you to come pick me up,” he repeated.

“Winter break has us packed, dude.” There was shuffling on the other side. Dustin could hear Robin in the background. “Thought you were having your new best friend drive you around today?”

“I’m at the hospital, Steve.”

Silence. Then, a flat, “what?”

“I need a ride home.”

“Wha—how—Dustin.” Steve sputtered in the receiver, his voice getting louder and louder that Dustin had to hold the phone away from his ear. “Dustin,” he said again.

“You know I can’t call my mom, Steve. She’ll have a heart attack.”

“What happened?”

“Is that really important right now?”

The same nurse from before cleared her throat. It wasn’t his fault Steve was acting like a blubbering fool. A sense of urgency was more than warranted.

“Where’s Munson?”

“It wasn’t his fault, Steve. The roads were icy and—”

“Where’s Munson, Dustin?”

“He’s here. Emergency room. He needs to stay the night, but he’s not dying or anything.”

Another bout of silence. Has Steve hung up the phone? Even his breathing wasn’t audible anymore.

“You there? Steve?”

“I’m on my way.” Steve hung up the phone.

Dustin thanked the nurses for the telephone with one of his toothy smiles. He skedaddled back to the waiting area and sat on an empty plastic chair nearest the exit.

Spending even a day of his winter break in anything that resembled an institution was a day spent badly. Hospitals especially. He had had far too many visits during his childhood and even during recent years—what with injuries from saving Hawkins and all—that he wasn’t exactly uncomfortable being in one. He was used to them, in fact, but he wasn’t fond of them. There were D&D campaigns to hold and arcades to raid after all. Now with Eddie incapacitated, a lot of their plans were going to be put on hold.

There was a more pressing issue: Steve was going to take in the brunt of the work again, driving around a bunch of kids. Dustin knew he would get away with it. He had Steve’s work schedule, and he can certainly plan around that. Steve was just going to have to sacrifice a few more of his dates.

So Dustin waited. He was already thinking of what to tell his mother and what to say to Steve to convince them both that he was fine and he still deserved to head to the arcade before the break ends.

It took Steve about ten minutes to drive to the hospital, even though Dustin knew for a fact that Family Video was more than ten minutes away. Luckily, Steve didn’t suffer the same fate as Dustin and Eddie, but that was a lecture for another day.

Dustin rose from his seat, expecting Steve to not even enter the building, but their bodies almost clash by the entrance. “Hey, Steve, we gotta go.”

“Stay here.” Steve spared him one glance before he continued to power walk towards the reception desk.

“What—Steve!” Dustin groaned before turning on his heel. Steve was already speaking to the same nurse that seemed to hate Dustin’s guts when he caught up with him. She was Steve’s type, Dustin now realized. He rolled his eyes despite his own furious attempts at getting Steve a date. Now was simply not the time.

“It’s through that hallway,” the nurse told Steve.

Steve murmured a thanks and then sped off in the direction she showed him.

“Dude,” Dustin said as he caught the sleeve of Steve’s jacket. “Where are you going?”

“I told you to wait, Henderson.” Steve didn’t even look at him this time. He pulled his arm free of Dustin’s grip. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, fuck that, Steve. Are you…” Dustin followed him into the narrow corridor he had just come through after his cast was set. “Are you seriously going to berate Eddie for this? It wasn’t his fault. The roads were icy and then there was snow—”

“How about I berate you, see how you like that.”

“You don’t even know what berate means, do you?”

Steve paused and then heaved a sigh. He turned around and grabbed Dustin by the shoulders into a loose one-arm hug. Dustin could hear how fast his heart was beating. “I am glad you’re safe. You just had me worried, alright?”

“It’s just a broken arm. We’ve been through so much worse.”

“I know, I know.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes. “I just need to talk to Eddie, okay? A few minutes, tops. I promise I won’t… berate an injured man.” He let go of Dustin then but kept a hand on his shoulder. “And I do know what berate means, thank you very much.”

“You never fail to surprise me, Steve,” Dustin said, deadpan. Then, he shook his head. “I’m coming with.”

“No, you stay here.”

“The doctor’s not gonna let you in. I, on the other hand, know her well.”

Steve raised an eyebrow but let it slide.

“And anyway, I can totally put in a good word for you if that’s your thing—”

“You can totally do nothing.”

“I’m just saying.”

Another pained expression passed Steve’s face. “Just stay here.”

“Yeah, I really don’t trust you, dude.”

“Ouch.” Steve put a hand on his hip. “Fuck you, Henderson.”

“Yeah, whatever, Steve.” Dustin urged Steve with a frantic motion of his free hand towards the emergency room. “I know you don’t like each other but it wasn’t his fault.”

Another sigh. “I know, Dustin. Is he alright?”

“Concussion, I think. And a fractured rib. Maybe two. He might have to stay longer depending on his condition.”

Steve nodded then pushed the door cautiously.

The emergency room was crowded, but not particularly busy. The doctors and nurses inside were taking their leisurely pace getting around the different patients. Claire, the same doctor that saw Eddie and Dustin earlier in the day, was the first to see them. Dustin offered a small wave.

“What can I help you with, Dusty?” Claire asked.

“We just have a few questions to ask Eddie.”

“And who’s this?”

Dustin patted Steve’s stomach and chuckled. “My other babysitter. Not that I need it, then again I have my arm in a cast.”

Claire laughed back. “Don’t take too long. Other patients don’t like it when I play favorites.” She winked.

With a toothy smile, Dustin chanced a look at Steve. His gaze was far away, trained towards Eddie’s wild mop of hair.

Eddie was staring at the ceiling. One of his wrists was in a cast and a few stitches were visible on his cheek, even from afar, though his face was blank. Tired, mostly, but no indication that he was in pain. Then, he spotted Dustin. More importantly, he spotted Steve, and that sent a myriad of emotions over Eddie’s face that Dustin couldn’t comprehend what he could be feeling. Eddie pouted, in the end, his bottom lip jutting out completely and uncharacteristically.

Dustin winced. He knew letting Steve in here was a bad idea. He knew Steve could be over-protective and even a little jealous, whether he meant all those rants from the past or not. Maybe Dustin should’ve reminded Steve that he and Eddie served very different purposes in his life, but that both of them are obliged to drive him places. One of them just needed to be more careful about it than the other.

And he loved them both equally. Even if they did start a hospital brawl that’s gonna end with the three of them getting banned from one of the few medical institutions in Hawkins for life.

Eddie’s mouth was agape when they reached him, only for Steve to calmly draw the curtains around them to a close.

“Harrington,” Eddie called out, but Steve pretended not to hear.

Dustin took his hat off intending to cover his own two eyes as Steve approached Eddie, his hands balled into his fists. His frown deepened and he swallowed as he stood before Eddie raising his unfurled hands over him.

“I can’t look.”

But Dustin did because it was difficult to look away when his first instinct was to separate them both with his entire body. Except Steve didn’t hit Eddie, nor did he give him a good talking to. Instead, he was pulling Eddie’s head close to his stomach, his thumb caressing Eddie’s jaw as his shoulders shook.

“Hey, you’re gonna undo my stitches.”

Dustin stood in shock. “You’re not friends,” was all he could manage to say.

Eddie put a finger to his lips and winked at Dustin, and he was all but convinced he dreamed the entire day. Eddie motioned for Steve to come closer, and he whispered something in his ear Dustin tried his damnedest to decipher, but he was still reeling from the fact Eddie and Steve were hugging. That they were more than acquaintances at all.

When they separated, Steve sniffled. He kept a hand on Eddie’s shoulder as he sat on one of the chairs strewn about their space.

“You guys aren’t friends,” Dustin repeated, this time in a whisper. He sat on the foot of Eddie’s bed and faced them both.

Steve crossed his arms in frustration and Eddie was trying to disguise a smile, but failing spectacularly at it.

“You’re friends?” Dustin said.

“Are you gonna stop gaping like a fish?” Steve asked.

“What the fuck, guys?”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I was gonna call,” Eddie told Steve. “Promise.”

“Did it not occur to you that Dustin would be asking me for a ride back home?”

“It did but it wasn’t like I could tell him to keep this a secret as if it wasn’t painfully obvious that we got in a car accident.”

“I told you to change your wheels.”

“And I will now! I swear.”

“No, you are not driving for the next two months at least.”

There was that pout again, and Dustin was sure the gears in his head were finally working.

It wasn’t always that Dustin was the one out of the loop regarding anything. He could even argue that he had never been out of the loop ever his entire life. Especially when it involved his—granted, more unconventional—best friend. It just wasn’t possible for something to go over Dustin’s head where Steve was concerned, because Dustin was the smart one, and Steve was the strong one that got a lot of brain injuries.

So he couldn’t blame himself that it didn’t immediately dawn on him that he could be missing something more at that moment. Sue him for thinking that he and Steve never kept secrets from each other. Hell, when he met Suzie, the first thing Dustin ever did was write Steve a letter and he sent it the very same day.

“So this is why you’ve been so off your game.” Dustin was still whispering, but it was getting harsher and harsher with every word.

“No game if you’re not playing, dude,” Steve replied.

“We were gonna tell you, bud.” At least Eddie had the decency to look sheepish. “We just couldn’t find the right time.”

Steve held a hand up before Dustin could get another word in. “Whatever you need to say, it can wait until we’re in the car.”

Dustin scoffed.

“You will still be getting a ride with Steve, right, Dustin?” The unasked question was clear between the lines.

“I’m not—” He put a stop to his undignified squealing by slapping a hand over his mouth. “I’m not… against this,” he said, low, “I don’t care that you’re both dating guys. It’s just that…”

“What?”

“Each other? That’s so lame.”

“Again, ouch.” Steve finally smiled, one that reached his eyes. He stood and then pointed a cursory glance at Dustin then turned his attention back to Eddie. He placed careful hands on Eddie’s jaw, mindful of the stitches and the bruises, before laying a kiss on top of Eddie’s head.

Once again, Dustin couldn’t look away.

Even when Eddie inclined his head up to capture Steve’s lips. It was gross, like watching his two brothers kiss, and he should really stop thinking about that right now.

“Call me so I can pick you up, okay?”

Eddie nodded.

“Seriously, Eds. Call me or I’ll crash my own car.”

“Jesus Christ. Make sure he doesn’t do that,” Eddie told Dustin.

“Sure, I guess?”

They exit the hospital with no fanfare. Steve didn’t speak to him the entire walk to his car, and Dustin was too wrapped up in his head to form anything coherent, while mobile, while nursing a broken arm in an uncomfortable cast.

“So,” Steve said as they got in. “Got a lot to think about, Henderson?”

“I’m not an asshole, Steve.”

“I know.”

“But Eddie?”

“I thought you liked Eddie.”

“And I thought you didn’t like him, so when—how—”

“Questions later. I’m still not over the fact that you got in a car crash.”

“Fine,” Dustin said. “But if I’d known that you liked guys and had incredibly low standards…”

Steve laughed. “Are you gonna give the same speech to Eddie?”

“Totally, dude.”

“Sorry we didn’t tell you sooner.”

“It’s fine, Steve. I’m sorry this was forced out of you. Stupid car crash.” Dustin watched as they drove towards the icy roads. Steve stayed below his usual speed. “I guess you’re gonna have to drive me and Eddie around to the arcade now.”

“Fat chance, Henderson. You and Eddie will be staying put till spring. Got that? Or I won’t help you out with Claudia.”

Dustin sighed and mentally said hello to an entire break spent at home. Dustin’s got a lot to think about, alright, but for now, he should really figure out what he was going to say to his mom.

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endless-oc-creations · 4 months

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Mimi's Endless Ocs

↳Re-Introducing Stranger Things Oc: Benjamin Hopper Series: An 80s Mixtape: Book One: Crazy Train [Revamped Chapter One coming soon!]

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Benjamin Lee Hopper was born on July 4th,1967. He was a product of a one-night stand between a woman named Ellen and his father Jim Hopper. He first met his dad when he was only two weeks old after being left on his dad's front porch with a note from his mother claiming he didn’t want him.

As Ben got older, he started having weird dreams, most of the time it would have been shrugged off by his dad and then stepmother Diane as it being a normal child having vivid dreams. But then the dreams started turning into nightmares right before his little sister Sarah got sick. His parents couldn’t pay much attention to Ben at that point since they were focused on trying to get Sarah well, but then she ended up dying.

The nightmares had gotten worse after that. It ended up getting to the point where one terrifying night on September 7th,1979 his dad rushed him to the doctor to help get rid of them.

It had worked for a while but years later, in 1983, Ben's dreams were back. He was dreaming of a girl in a hospital gown and then Will screaming right before he went missing.

Every year after that… the dreams would get worse and worse, with different monsters and threats to his friends and family.

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leoofitz-moved · 2 years

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eddie munson + running

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harringtonesque · 1 year

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robin and steve are… platonic soulmates

chrissy and eddie are… total opposite vibe besties

steve and chrissy are… big-hearted jock friends

eddie and robin are… an iconic musical disaster duo

chrissy and robin are… taylor-swift-you-belong-with-me-coded girlfriends

steve and eddie are… co-parenting boyfriends

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twilightdriveintheatre · 2 years

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s04 e01 // THE HELLFIRE CLUB

#gif #stranger things #tv: stranger things #stranger things: s04 e01 #eddie munson #ch: eddie munson #joseph quinn #actor: joseph quinn #2022 #textless

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4m1 · 2 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ❝ 博客; 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯

𝐂𝐇.𝟏

summary: y/n was always there, or at least it had felt that way. she had slipped into hellfire and made it her home so quickly, that no one batted an eye when she began to frequently hang out with them. becoming one of them, she was simply there, coexisting as they did. and as jeff’s relative, it had become a silent rule that no one was to mess with her. but when she’s supposed to be in love with Gareth, knowing she'd never have a chance with eddie, she's torn as she find herself slowly falling for their energetic leader all over again. and as he struggles to come to terms with his feelings for her, their simple friendship begins to become a little more…. complicated.

word count: about 4k

a/n: this is my first fic in like 4 years and i’ve been in a writing slump lately, so i apologize if it’s horrible. i also will make this a series and it will be a slow burn. i def want to make more eddie fics too. this also does not follow the canon timeline of the show.

also i have decided to give “freak 1/unnamed freak”(the other older member of hellfire who is never called out by title) a name because he deserves recognition too, seeing as he’s their friend and is the bass player for corroded coffin. that being said, he’ll be called vince, because he looks like that’d be fitting.

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Today was just like any other, of course. Nothing exciting was happening other than the usual parading and performance that Eddie had to offer the whole student body. The sound of his onyx boots stomping along tabletops and sarcastic monologues were enough to earn a few hoops and hollers from the likes of you and Dustin. Both earning a wide grin as the ringleader of your cherished “cult” turned in your direction, using these encouragements to fuel the ever so bright, and dramatic, flame that allowed him to have the spirit to do things as such. I suppose that was one thing you always admired about him, how free he was to say and do as he pleased, no matter which eyes picked him apart. How he never really seemed to care how others viewed him, and if he did, he sure a shell didn’t show it. Eddie was so much braver than the whole lot of you, and that was probably why he was the leader. He was the defender, the dungeon master, the shepherd.

And you were happily in his flock.

“ Heyyy, y/nnnnn, are you going to eat that? “ Dustin beamed, with his usual loose mouth smile, eyeing the mash potatoes you aimlessly sloshed around.

“ Eat up kid. “ You muttered back, pushing the tray towards him. Reveling in the joy that seemed to paint the freshmans face as he dug his spoon in, melting into his seat as he scarfed the white gunk.

When you had imagined moving in the middle of nowhere, to some state you had never heard of from the city that never sleeps, you didn’t imagine you’d end up in a group of teens who played some geeky board game for fun. It was a much different environment from New York, especially the fact that the schools weren’t as cliquey there.

But you had no room to complain, growing rather fond of your distant cousins' friends. Well, more fond of some than others, you thought with a lithe sigh, eyes wandering to torn flannel and flowing cedar locks. Watching as Gareth threw his head back in a hearty chuckle as he murmured with Jeff, eyes lit as his mouth moved passionately.

It was a lie to say you didn’t initially join because you found the male attractive, hoping that faux interest in DND and a place in the group would earn you a place in his heart. Though, that was far from the case, seeing as your mind shut down at every interaction that even-somewhat sparked between the two of you. Words jumbling and falling sharply from your tongue whenever he uttered a word to you, face flushing, and hands dripping with thick sweat. Not only was it gross on your part, but the air would go stiff with awkwardness, usually drawn back by Dustin saving you hopelessly or Eddie unknowingly intervening. You were sure it was obvious by now, your apparent feelings towards the brunette, but silently prayed that he was clueless as most of them men at the table were when it came to women.

“ You know it’s not very gentlemanly to steal food from a fair mistress, Henderson, now don’t you? ”

This piqued by the one and only, the great and glorious, the oh-so outspoken, Eddie Munson. Though, you’d never allow his ego to hear of the silent praises and nicknames you gave him in the quiet of your mind.

Earning a scoff from you, which helped him to paint his usual smug grin on his face, knowing that you were about to retort back. Seeming as though he loved when the two of you would go back and forth, but he’d never admit it.

“ For your information, I am not some damsel in need of your help, Lord Munson. I am fully capable of defending my mashed potatoes on my own. “ Turning your nose up at him for the full effect, accompanying it with the cross of your arms, playing it up to the fullest. Adding a small ‘hmph’, which caused his smile to widen. He couldn’t help but adore the way your energy aligned with his, one of the only people who came close to acting as he did. And it left his breath labored at every word you said.

But that was the way one felt around friends, that’s what made friendships so special… no?

The metal head couldn't remember when the two of you became friends, or even how. But he found that was the beauty of it all. There was no memory of you coming in, it was like you were always there, like you existed always in his life. Like you were meant to be, sent to him by the universe. And the way you fit in so perfectly, and adopted Hellfire as your own, he had no doubt that you had been sent to him.. to them, he meant.

Placing his elbows on the table, leaning closer to you, his movements drawing your eyes back his way.

“ Well when do you need saving, princess, don’t come crawling back to me. “

Your stomach tightened at the way he lowered his voice, rasping it out with that smartass expression he sported often. Though, you wouldn’t let him see it, taking a hand to his forehead and pushing him away from you playfully. Retreating your limb back with a giggle as he took a bite to the air, acting as if he’d snag your fingers.

Little moments like this are what Eddie looked forward to in life. To hear your laugh, see you smile, feel your touch. Little moments with his close friend.

Cool metal ate at your burning skin, hot from the flush of anticipation of a proposition in your love life. Setting your scorched head along the door of your locker, a satisfied smile painted on your lips.

Gareth had just asked you if you wanted to come over to watch Corroded Coffin practice, seeing as they were learning some news songs to display at The Hideaway. Even though you had tagged along with Jeff before when he went to practices, this was different, seeing as the brunette had gone out of his way to invite you, which had to mean something, right?

The frustration and uncertainty of it all just caused more heat to rise to your head, aggravation seeping into you as you gathered your things to leave. A familiar figure shifting along your peripheral, adorned in inky leather and a wild mane. Perched beside a head of bouncing auburn, ponytail swaying as the two talked.

A strange sensation pooled in your gut, chest coiling in itself at the sight of the two polar opposites. You found it rather interesting that Eddie had started hanging around Chrissy, seeing as they came from two very opposite sides of the social hierarchy. Even more odd was how close they had become, despite her friends despising “the freak” and the fact that Munson publicly spoke out against the “populars.” Though, it was none of your business.

Even so, you couldn’t help it.

To notice the way he looked at her, how his eyes seemed to trace the softness of her features. Or how intently he listened to her, seeming to crave more of her voice once she’d stop. How he’d soak up her laughter and vye for that reaction again. The way they seemed perfect together, their chemistry with one another, undeniable, swoon worthy and sickening.

They way he knew she was perfect.

And even worse of all, there was no reason to hate it. To hate her. She was so kind, a sweet soul. No ill intent sat in her spirit or cruelty lining her thoughts.

You didn’t know why it made you so upset that he seemed to feel this way towards her, but if anything, you should be happy for him. Right?

He had found someone who was gentle and sweet with him. Someone beautiful and deserving, something you knew you’d never be.

And perhaps, that's why you denied the blooming feelings for the man. You knew you weren’t enough for him, how could you be? You were a freak, just like him, and he deserved more. Someone more kind, more beautiful, more successful, someone unequivocally perfect, like her.

A flame rose in your throat, charring the chords of your voice to oblivion. Your cheeks steamed up again and you took heavy breaths, attempting to halt the tears. Trying your hardest to not allow the droplets to burst from the seams of your eyes.

You had no reason to be crying. Eddie was never yours, and he never would be.

If anything, you should’ve been happy, finally having had a smooth conversation with your crush. Finally the possibility of being happy, of being loved. So then why… Why did this sadness swell in your depths? Why did you have to cry.

It was your run of the mill insecurity, that was all of course. A laugh managed to slip past your lips at the thought of the tears being caused by anything else. This wasn’t about Eddie or Chrissy,this was about you feeling insecure about yourself, that was it. The slight idea that maybe you felt anything more for Eddie being shot down at every turn the thought took in your mind.

Any-who, there were much bigger things to worry about at the moment, such as the view that began to fill your vision. Two figures mingling along the open garage of Gareth’s home, instruments being set into place. It was hard to suppress the smile that bore into your cheeks as the flannel fitted male waved at you, a smirk on his features.

“ Why do you look so happy? “

Whipping your head to look at the dark skinned male as he wore a look of confusion, eyes narrowing to attempt to figure you out. You had noticed this was a habit of your cousins, doing it often, seeing as he was always edging into your business.

Earning a roll of your eyes as you hopped out of the van.

“ Nothingggg, Jeff. What, I can’t be happy now? “

Throwing an uneasy glance at you and a look of disgusted-confusion, shaking his head as he dropped the matter rather quickly. A muttered “women”, accompanied with a sigh, wafting through your ears as he passed you.

It was understandable that he found oddity in the way you acted, seeing as you were mid-sob when you arrived in the parking lot. Scurrying like a mouse in hiding to the passenger seat, crying into your backpack so bypassers wouldn’t have to witness the embarrassing display. Met with a violent shake of the shoulder and Jeff’s worried face. Then further putting him through chaos with slurred, hyperventilating words that seemingly flew in one ear and came out the other. Eventually mustering it all up to your period, knowing he wouldn’t pry any further at that. It’s not like he would’ve understood anyways.

“ Soooo y/n, Jeff here tells me that you’ve been learning how to play guitar. Eddie’s not here yet and he’s usually early, so you wanna sub in for us? “

It was unbelievable. This wasn’t actually happening, it was like something out of a movie. Gareth the Great was sitting in close proximity to you, eyes plastered in your direction, attention fully drawn to you.

Feeling the warm sensation rise in your stomach again, averting your eyes downward as your fingers find a way to fidget amongst themselves.

“ I-uh, I don’t know, Gar, I’m not that good. I probably don’t even know the songs you guys want to play. “ Meeting cedar eyes again, which crinckled as the boy beside you chuckled, taking a hold of your hand as he began to stand. His warmth against yours makes your head whirl in a frenzy of hormones.

“ Oh c’mon, I bet you're great. “

Shit, he was late. Which didn’t happen often, so he knew the guys were sure to chew him out about it, especially with their gig coming up soon at that bar. Resting his head against the wheel of the van with a groan as he parked the vehicle, eyes screwed shut in new found annoyance. The last thing he needed right now, was his friends to be some pain in the asses.

Slowly lifting his head as he heard the symphony of heavy instruments wafting together in a harmonies clash, but more than that, was the voices that snaked their way into the sounds of string and symbols. To say the singing was angelic would be an overstatement, though the passion that the voices held was something different entirely. It sounded like joy and youth, anticipation and excitement, all bundled up in one to scream the lyrics from a rock-metal soul.

The only odd thing about it was that it was a song that their band had never practiced before, seeing as they didn’t have any RATT songs on their setlists.

The words became more clear as he approached the garage with his stringed baby in hand, gawking at the sight in front of him.

“ You see I really felt that you want me

You see I really thought that you cared

I had this feelin' she was comin' from somewhere

You've got everything, more than it takes, baby “

The two cousins shouting the lyrics raspily as they both worked on their respective guitars, Munson's eyes quickly falling on the feminine one of the two. Mesmerized by the way your lips seemed to dance ever so closely to the mic, or the way your finger frolicked along the chords. How your face glistened as sweat gleamed along it, soaking the rowdy bits of hair to your forehead, that managed to fall in your face through all the movement. Lids screwed shut as you continued to play, absolutely submerged into the music. Eddie was at a loss of words. The way you became one with it all and how free you seemed when up there. His awe quickly drew to a close as the drums began to stop abruptly, pulling everyone from their session to look at him.

“ Look who finally managed to join us. “ Muttered the umber skinned male from beside you. An unamused look being thrown at Munson. Who replied with a nervous laugh, scratch of the neck and the explanation that he had to catch up with Chrissy about some stuff.

The mention of her name drew you back to the events of earlier, brows furrowing at the remembrance of your breakdown. Quickly shaking it off as you took deep breaths. You would not allow this to ruin the fun you’d been having. Still coming down from the high of the music, every sense in your body electrified.

Which didn’t help when you all had finally taken a break, hands brushing along Gareth’s as he offered you a beer. Taking it was a gentle ‘thanks’, attempting to distract your mind from all the interaction you had been gifted with him today. Attempting to take a large swig from the bottle, trying not to allow yourself to get flustered as the drummer roared praises over your performance.

Hissing as the glass clanked along your front teeth, causing you to throw a hand to your mouth in pain. Setting the Genesee along the concrete, both palms now drawn to your maxilla, fingers running gently along the smooth white bones to make sure there was no chipping. Even if your teeth were okay, the pain still rang horrendously, causing your stomach to feel sick as embarrassment soon set in. Though that seemed to be the last thing Gareth was worried about, cupping your face as he examined it with a distressed gaze. The way his eyes searched yours frantically, or how his plush hands softly held you, the way his dark brows furrowed, or the gentleness of his voice as he asked of your state. It all seemed to make this worth it, wishing you had 100 more beer bottles to smash into your teeth.

It had seemed that the other guitarist and bass player had quit chewing Eddie out for his tardiness, and they had all shot their gaze to the scene of you two. Without the needed context, it appeared as though the two of you were to meet in a loving embrace of your lips on one another, and Jeff was NOT having it.

“ DUDE! ARE YOU TRYING TO KISS MY COUSIN!? “

You were both unsheathed from your moment with one another, immediately having Gareth retract his palms away from you and throwing them up in a defensles manner. Words falling past his tongue as stutters as he attempted to explain himself. “ D-Dude, what no! I was seeing if she was ok, she, she hurt herself. “ Though, it was too late for the poor goner, your relative was already halfway into his ‘remember what I told you guys about trying to mess with y/n’ speech.

Shocked as you felt a pair of strong arms swoop in at your waist and whisk you in the opposite direction. A chin rested on your head as one of the limbs wrapped around you pointed at the brunette, the all too familiar playful voice, potent to your ears.

“ How dare you, try and defile a fair maiden such as she. “

Met with Eddie’s grin as you looked up, watching him thoughtfully peer down at you. His mouth snaking closely to your ear, the warmth from his mouth causing a jolt in your body. “ Looks like you did need saving, princess. “

God, h knew just how to piss you off. Twirling in his grip so your chest met his, though you didn’t calculate how close he really was, face mere inches from yours. Seeing as it shocked him as much as it did you, the two of you going still in the embrace. You could feel his breath on your skin, feeling as it mingled into your air. At this length, you could see every detail of the man. The roundness of his doe eye, though anything but innocent. The strands that widely grew at his brow or the small remnants of shaven hair along his upper lip. The plumped pink that sat below those remnants. The ones you couldn’t pull your eyes from. And he noticed, how could he not? The way your gaze fell to his mouth, slowly moving back up to meet his oculi again once you’d seen the smirk he now wore.

“ My God, l/n. Are you trying to seduce me? “

You didn't know if it was the ache and yearn of the throbbing between your legs or the annoyance of the fact that one of the only romantic moments in your life had been ruined by a man you were related to and made worse by a man you could never have, but something about the usual light-hearted teasing made your blood boil. You knew this was his nature, the way he went about, but you couldn’t handle it now.

The fact that he was probably screwing around with girls he dealt to, or the chicks he’d pick up at The Hideaway, and still made you heart flutter with his flirtation, made your anger worse.

No not probably, you knew. There had been times before where you and the other older teens had spent time at Mr.Munson's mobile home, having sleepovers and what not. (No matter how childish it seemed, you all enjoyed it.) Or simply spending time with Eddie in his room. Gareth, Jeff, Vince, and you all having stumbled across fishnets, makeup, and more underwear than you could count. Having to have sit beside a new girl every time as they piled up in the back of his van as you all rode back to his place after their performances. The vivid memories of your head set along the back of the couch, eyes locked shut as your fingers danced along your thigh, listening to the muffled moans from his rooms and the soft snores of the other boys wrapped in fleece along the floor. Not being able to drift to bed until the sinful noises had stopped. Usually waking to Eddie plastered beside you, snoring as his shirtless body splayed across the scratchy green fabric, his usual blanket draped across you. You used to think it was romantic, that he always found his way back to you no matter who he was with that night. But now you saw it for what it was, you were always the rebound, despite the fact that it was never romantic, which somehow made it hurt more. Once those girl had ran away as thieves in the night, he stumbled back to the girl he knew would be waiting for him, as a stupid mutt that adored their owner. You were his dumb, stupid bitch.

The anger of these truths allowing you to pry him away from yourself, glaring at him one last time before spinning around. The same thundering in your throat from earlier, rising up again in a storm of wild emotion. Picking up your pace as you began to walk out of the area, ignoring the beckons of your name from the metalhead. Now jogging your way through the crisp lawn, past Jeff’s van and off into the beating autumn sun. Burning on your frame as hot as the liquid that burned the skin of your cheeks, burning as the pain in your heart from a love that never was.

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FANFICTION ALERT ▴━━ introducing fight for tomorrow ! ( we can start today )

Harry taps his wand against his bottom lip, deliberating on what to tell them when sparks erupt from the still-lit tip in a rendition of a mini-firework display. He rolls his eyes at its theatrics. “Oh, hush you...Sorry about that.” He sends Eddie a cheeky wink. “She likes to show off sometimes. But to answer your question...that bloody clock of mine is off about fifteen years, so yeah, suppose you can say that...Or maybe there is no future, and we’re just lost in the sands of time, stuck between here and there.”

In the ensuing quiet between admiration and rumination, a lone tendril wiggles after them like a fish caught on a hook, just barely grazing the heels of their shoes before Harry is pointing his wand at the wannabe Devil’s Snare and casting silently, to the childlike awe and wonder of his captivated audience.

A small cluster of flames shoots from the wand tip, igniting the tendril and sending it into a quivering frenzy, a terrible, inhuman shriek renting the mildly toxic air. (Uh, nope. Not going to inhale any unidentifiable toxins today, thank you very much.) So without missing a beat, Harry swishes his wand in a downward, complicated spiral, an enormous bubble saturated in clean, breathable oxygen emerging to surround their heads.

“Whoa,” Eddie whispers and pokes at the bubble, his expression revealing just how startled he is to find it as effervescent and as soft as it looks. “Get a load of this, Henderson.” He exchanges a look with Dustin, evidently on the same wavelength because, in the next moment, they’re sporting the same kind of grin, a smug curl of a thing that might’ve rankled if Harry didn’t find it so damn adorable.

“We’re going to rock this campaign, dude,” Eddie declares, exuding confidence as he strums at the air like he’s in the middle of a guitar solo. (It’s actually kind of sexy.

Damnit. No.

Not again, brain.)

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" did you have a nightmare ? " ( my eddie to your steve )

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Steve had obviously woken Eddie up with his movements. He had indeed had a nightmare, one that he wasn't sure he was all that comfortable sharing with the other since it involved him. Still, he couldn't lie completely, not when he was sweating and breathing hard. "Yeah... it's fine, just go back to sleep," he whispered, "I'm going to go and get some water... I'll be back in a minute or two. I'm fine..."

#exiitiosus #ch: eddie munson

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Stranger things + Texts

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kingsroad · 2 years

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Eddie Munson + TV Tropes.

#stranger things #stedit #strangerthingsedit #netflixedit #tvedit #eddie munson #type: gifs #show: stranger things #ch: eddie munson #mine: edits

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Stranger Things vol 2 ～ The Piggyback (04x09)

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title: bathroom breaks for the broken-hearted ship: steve harrington/eddie munson tags: angst, hurt/comfort, reconciliation, getting together, drunkennes words: 2,517 summary: eddie finds steve drunk in a stranger's bathroom.

There were two exits. The front door behind him was closest, but it had already clicked shut before he could think of turning back. The second exit was a few feet away through a throng of partygoers that held their drinks close to their chests as Eddie came into view. The music didn’t suddenly stop the way he imagined it would, nor did the chatter falter, but the pairs of eyes following his every move still unsettled him enough to make him want to sink into himself. Not that he ever would, but maybe parking his van a block away hadn’t been the best idea he had all night. Then again, it was close to midnight, and he was running on very little sleep.

A steady hand squeezed his forearm and pulled him up the stairs firmly. The cuts and bruises from yesterday’s scuffle protested in pain under the sleeve of his sweatshirt, but Eddie only bit down the string of expletives on the tip of his tongue and marched on.

“Jesus Christ,” came a voice from atop the stairs. It was a guy he vaguely remembered from school. “This is your backup plan?”

“Yes.” It was Nancy, he realized, that had a grip on him. He frantically looked around for Robin, a habit from the paranoia borne from having just saved the world—or, at the very least, their small town—and found her close behind him.

The guy from school shook his head and then motioned for them to follow him with a flick of his wrist.

“Sorry, Eddie,” Robin slurred. “It’s—Nancy and I—” She released a shaky breath reeking of alcohol and smoke. Eddie had never been one to judge, but both Nancy and Robin bit off more than they could chew coming to this party. Declining their invitation might have been a bad idea, but they got him to come regardless.

“I’ll get us home, okay? Just sit tight and don’t stray too far.”

Robin frowned but nodded.

They stopped in front of a door as the guy from school pulled out a key ring. He tried for the doorknob once, rolling his eyes when it wouldn’t budge, then slotted the correct key in and pushed the door open.

Eddie prepared for the worst.

It was a bathroom. Large. Dark. On the other end laid a bathtub, and the glow from the hallway washed over limbs splayed over the lip of the porcelain.

“All yours,” said the guy from school.

Eddie had to swallow a bitter laugh.

The door behind him closed as he took the first few steps in. He stood near the sink, counted a few seconds before feeling for the light switch behind him. The light flickered and hummed.

“I wasn’t supposed to drink,” Steve mumbled. “Figured they’d call you.”

“That’s not very kingly of you, Steve,” came the immediate reply. He pressed his lips shut almost as quickly as the words came out.

“That’s my shirt.”

The fabric of Steve’s sweatshirt seemed to burn him. He tugged at the sleeves and then rolled them up, but when the ugly splotches of black and blue revealed themselves, quite loudly in Eddie’s opinion, he pulled them back down. Steve hadn’t been looking at him anymore, thank God, although a pang of hurt still shot through his chest. “I didn’t have time to change.”

Steve scoffed, a nasty wet sound. He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes.

“Steve, we have to get you home. You’re drunk.”

“No, shit.”

“C’mon, Steve—”

“You’re kidding me, right?” There was a sour smile on his lips that Eddie wanted to kiss away.

“The girls… they’re outside waiting—”

“I don’t think I can stand you right now, actually,” Steve said a bit too calmly. The smile hadn’t faded, hadn’t faltered even as Steve faced Eddie. “So if the girls are waiting, take them home and leave.”

“Steve…”

“Stop saying my name.”

Eddie didn't notice he was nodding, hanging on to Steve’s every word until he realized that he couldn’t stop. Yeses and okays played on loop in the back of his mind and the only reason he hadn’t spilled them all out yet was because he was biting hard on his bottom lip. It was a miracle he couldn’t yet taste blood.

The metal rings on the shower curtain slid noisily around its rod, shielding Steve from view, but Eddie could still make out the blurry silhouette from behind the curtain and could hear the soft shaky breaths and muffled sniffles. It was the soft sob, guttural but stifled, that brought pinpricks to Eddie’s eyes and a tightness to his throat, his tears threatening to spill.

He had no right to cry, especially in front of Steve.

Instead, he turned the light off. He had no plans of getting out without Steve, not that the girls would let him anyway. He was glued in place, still by the sink, beside the mirror he was so careful not to face. A part of him wanted to walk away, wanted to let Steve be, and just check in the morning to see if he was safe, home or otherwise. But there was no leaving, no walking away now at the sight of Steve broken and wrecked, at the sound of him spilling his heart out. Once was enough for Eddie, and that in itself almost unraveled him in ways he hadn’t expected to.

It was still a mystery to him how he could possibly be the one responsible for doing this to Steve; how he was able to elicit this kind of reaction out of the Hero of Hawkins himself, out of the King, out of Steve. A name he couldn’t say out loud anymore, because Steve told him not to. Eddie would sooner bite his tongue off than break that silent promise.

“I’m still here,” Eddie said instead, a reminder for Steve and himself. “I’m still here.”

Steve cleared his throat as if telling Eddie he heard, as if telling him he was listening, though that could just be Eddie’s nerves convincing him Steve wasn’t completely throwing him away just yet. Eddie decided to cling to his nerves.

“I’m…”

“You weren’t,” Steve said. “For a while, you weren’t here.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie whispered. “I’m sorry I ran away.” He closed his eyes as a pregnant pause lulled the conversation to what he thought was a complete stop, but then, Steve huffed.

“I just thought I meant something to you.”

“You do.” Eddie’s voice broke at the last word. A single teardrop fell and he immediately wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“Not as much as I wanted to.” He cleared his throat again as he shifted around in the bathtub. “I can take rejection, you know? I’m not delicate.” Steve drew the curtain a little to take a peek. Eddie could see the shine in his eyes under whatever glow cast itself in the bathroom. “I knew from the beginning that I'm not the kind of guy you would usually go for. I’m not that much of an idiot to not see how different we are.”

“That never mattered to me.”

“I don’t care, Eddie. Just get on with it.”

“Get on with what?”

“Tell me you never liked me the way I like you. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you pitied me when you kissed me. God, anything. Tell me anything, just… end this, please. I can’t watch you walk away again and leave me hanging like this, Eddie. I can’t.”

“I didn’t kiss you because I pitied you.”

“Do you still think you’re some sort of experiment to me?”

“I know that I’m not.”

Steve laughed hysterically before sinking further down into the bathtub. “This is worse than the head injuries.”

“Hey, Ste—um, can I turn on the light?”

Steve made a non-committal sound.

The hum of the light was quieter this time around, as Steve’s words still rang in his ears. Eddie slowly made his way towards the bathtub and kneeled in front of Steve. He hadn’t been this close to him for two weeks, though it felt a lot longer. He had steered clear of Family Video for the most part, and when Steve had tried to visit his newly government-reinstated apartment, he climbed out of the back window and stayed in the nearby alleys for a good few hours. Hell, he even avoided Dustin, which he reckoned he should apologize for sooner rather than later. But that was a problem for another day.

“I have something to show you.” He fiddled with the ends of his sleeves. Any more of that and they’d be fraying at the seams. He wouldn’t want to ruin what could be the last of his mementos from Steve. “Is that okay?”

Steve was looking much worse than Eddie anticipated. His eyes were red-rimmed, dark circles and heavy bags circled them. His hair could use a brush or two, though Eddie suspected that was less of days’ worth of neglect and more of a result of the evening’s spiel. “What?”

Eddie rolled his sleeves up and winced at the sight of his gashes and bruises. There were bandages on a few of the deeper cuts. Nothing serious, but if Eddie wasn’t paying attention, he would scratch at the scab and reopen the wounds. “I got this yesterday.”

Steve jerked up and Eddie had to raise his hands, hovering them over Steve’s shoulders to reassure him.

“Who did that?”

“A bunch of nobodies tricked me into doing a deal with them. I didn’t… I knew fighting back would be useless, but they dragged me around before I could run away.”

Steve didn’t touch his bruises, but his hand was so close to Eddie’s skin that he could feel its warmth. It felt especially warm during a cold September night, and Eddie wouldn’t care less whether it was the alcohol or Eddie himself that caused that. He allowed himself, for a moment, to believe that it was him anyway. The red on Steve’s cheeks only made him smile.

“Are you guilt-tripping me?”

“What? No!” Eddie almost scrambled to say. He pulled his arm away, hiding it from Steve. “No, no, Steve, that’s not it at all.”

Steve chewed on his lip, lost in thought. “Somebody already took care of you.”

“What?”

“Are you already with someone else?”

“Steve.” Eddie clasped his mouth with both his hands and groaned. He looked up at the white ceiling, counting the specks of water damage as he willed for his heart to stop beating too fast and too hard. This was not going the way he thought it would. “Jesus Christ.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that you would kiss me when you—”

“No, I know.” Eddie shook his head, then rested his forehead on the cool porcelain of the bathtub, hiding his face from Steve. “I’m not. With anyone, if that wasn’t clear. I don’t think I can be with anyone. Especially not you. Can’t you see what’ll happen if you get too close to me?”

Steve kept his mouth shut.

“You get hurt. I’ll get you hurt, Steve. And I don’t want that. I don’t want that for you.”

“That isn’t up to you. That’s not your fault.”

“I don’t care if it is. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Eddie.” Steve leaned closer now, touching Eddie’s jaw, urging him to look up at him. “I can’t just unlove you because you think being with you will get me beat up in the street. You can’t make that decision for them and you can’t make any decisions for me. Not you. Not you too.”

“Steve, I’m not—”

“All my life, my parents, this town, they decided that they knew what was best for me. Be a Harrington, be King Steve, have good hair, do sports, keep up appearances and I’ll do great. And now you…”

Eddie opened his mouth to say something but his tongue was frozen in place.

“You can’t do that to me. You can’t be a part of them.”

“I’m not.” Eddie put a hand over Steve’s and grasped his fingers tightly. “I won’t.”

“So you either reject me. Tell me you don’t want what I want,” Steve said sternly, both hands now holding gently caressing Eddie’s cheeks. Steve’s face softened. There was a smile on his lips. “Or you could take me away.”

Eddie sighed around a sob.

“Please take me away, Eddie.”

Eddie didn’t bother fighting the urge to kiss Steve. It wasn’t the most comfortable, nor the best position to be in for a kiss. Steve tasted like alcohol and greasy food and a night well spent partying and getting hammered, but Eddie couldn’t find it in him to care.

It was only when Steve’s body convulsed in a fit of cries, lips still locked with Eddie’s, that Eddie pulled away. He gently pulled Steve up from the bathtub, and Steve went with the motion. Steve tried his best to lift his weight but ended up leaning onto Eddie when he finally stood. Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s torso, too tightly to only need the added support, and Eddie embraced him back.

They stood there, in some stranger’s bathroom, hugging and crying for a good few minutes. Eddie wanted to pepper in small kisses into Steve’s temples, his hair, his cheeks, and his jaw, but he didn’t feel like he earned it just yet. For now, he was content with the warmth and the proximity that Steve gave him, and he reckoned, for a little while, it should be more than enough.

Rounding Steve out with the girls was easier than he anticipated. Robin told the man—Joel, he had said his name was, and that he and Eddie had once had Chemistry together—that Steve would pick his car up first thing the next day. And with that, they were off. Steve walked close enough with Eddie that Eddie could easily steady him if he swayed too much, and the girls followed behind them.

In the end, they exit through the back door. The walk to Eddie’s van was met with a few grumbles about it being too far. Eddie could only agree.

He dropped the girls off first, and he didn’t drive away until they were safely in their homes.

The way to Steve’s was quiet. When Eddie spared a glance at the other boy, he found Steve fighting off sleep, which endeared Eddie to no end.

“I can’t unlove you too, you know?” he heard himself say.

“Hm?” Steve looked at him, eyes droopy, but it seemed to do the trick of waking him up, his posture now more alert.

“I don’t think I can unlove you even if you decided that I wasn’t worth it after all.”

Steve smiled. “But that’s not the decision I made.”

“No,” Eddie said quietly, “it isn’t.” And Eddie still couldn’t understand why.

“Stay with me?” Steve asked when Eddie pulled his van to a stop in front of his house.

Eddie nodded. “Always.”

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