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rebelfell · 11 days

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the return of gym!eddie — or the neighbors AU that nobody asked for… cont’d from here. 1.9k 18+, MDNI

eddie munson x fem!reader (implied plus size)

Eddie was shit at checking his mail.

It was partly due to the fact that his apartment was tucked away at the back of the property, while the mailboxes were up at the front by the clubhouse and the pool and the leasing office. So the only time he checked it was if he made a special stop coming in or out of the complex.

Except if he was going somewhere, eleven times out of ten he was running late. He’d breeze right past them, telling himself it made more sense to check on his way back anyway. But then by the time he was headed back, he’d have forgotten all about it—his brain too fried, or too distracted by an epic solo performed on his steering wheel.

He wouldn’t even remember his mailbox existed until he was already at home, all settled in on the couch and lighting up a bowl while Gollum, Sam or Frodo dozed off in his lap. And he sure as shit wasn’t going to interrupt that just to fetch some junk mail and overly busy sales flyers.

Normally, he was pretty good about grabbing it after he’d finished up at the gym. But with the new year had come scores of new gym-goers all making good on their resolutions. Which was great and all, good for them, blah blah blah.

But it meant his usual quiet, alone time was suddenly...not that.

And he’s just not like Steve, you know? He doesn’t get off on people seeing what he can bench or strutting around in his sweaty tank and green shorts so everyone can take a good, long look at him. Reaching around the back of his own head and grasping at the hair there, squeezing it at his dampened roots until the tendons in his arms flex and his muscles bulge.

No. All Eddie wants is to sit quietly and do his reps in peace and (relative) solitude.

The only person he’s ever wanted to share the gym with was you…but it had been weeks now since your accidental meeting. And he was really hoping the only reason he hadn’t seen you around lately was because you too were also avoiding the resolutioners, and not because you were dodging him after your conversation.

He’d been playing it on a loop in his brain ever since. Not like, obsessively, or anything…

Okay. Maybe just a little.

He couldn’t help it, though. You could have set a world record by now with the way you’ve been running through his mind. Even little, silly things like eating his Cocoa Puffs in the morning has him wondering about you and what kind of cereal you liked. He imagined someday stocking it in the pantry and pulling it out as you emerge from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes, smiling and sated after a night of carnal bliss where he made you come like fifty times.

(It’s a fantasy, okay? Can’t a guy dream?)

Of course no part of his fantasy would ever come true if he never got to see you again.

Maybe he’d freaked you out? Maybe you’d given up on the gym completely because he was such a creepy, weird, weirdo and you were avoiding it to avoid him? Maybe he’d already ruined it.

That thought in and of itself was devastating, but Eddie couldn’t even bring himself to entertain it for too long. Because ultimately, he still felt like everything had gone pretty well.

He knew your name now, and you knew his. He knew you had lived here about six months and that you worked from home just like he did. He knew you had one cat and there were five dogs you walked at various times during the week, but the two he hadn’t seen lived in the complex next door. He also knew you used mango body wash, but not because he asked about it.

Eddie actually felt like he’d been kinda-sorta charming? Maybe? You’d smiled a lot—Ozzy help him, he’d started counting how many times he’d made you do it. And you’d laughed at some goofy little thing he’d said which truly, genuinely, nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

These thoughts and about a million others all swirled in his head as he opened up his mailbox.

He grumbled softly to himself as he flipped through the underwhelming stack just to be sure he didn’t miss a postcard from Wayne or some overdue bill. He was so distracted, he didn’t even notice the footsteps of someone walking up to lean against the wall behind him.

“Anything good?”

Normally, Eddie didn’t scare so easy. Maybe it was because he was still on edge after his work-out with the way the big hulking dude next to him had been huffing so loudly, snorting and grunting like a bulldog doing blow. Maybe it was because he’d been so wrapped up in thoughts about you, he wasn’t remotely ready for you to just appear like he had conjured you.

Wait…had he conjured you?

Whatever the reason—he jumped violently at the sound of your voice. His head whipped around and pain radiated in his skull as it connected with the sharp corner of his open mailbox door. Your eyes widened in horror as you watched his face screw up in agony, wincing along with him as he let out a loud and not remotely manly yelp.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry!”

As you swooped in, the stinging pain in Eddie’s head was instantly tempered. Probably because his brain was now too filled with you for him to remember he was injured.

Holy shit you were so close. Holy, holy, holy fucking shit you were touching his forehead.

The brush of your fingertips along his brow, gently lifting his scraggly bangs—why had he not trimmed them in anticipation of this impossible to predict set of circumstances??—had his heart melting into a puddle in the center of his chest, as did the smile that spread across your lips.

“I just wanted to say hi,” you lamented. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, no—you didn’t scare me,” Eddie’s lips vibrated with the raspberry he blew. “That, um. That was on purpose. I do it all the time. It’s like parkour…for your face.”

The laugh that burst out of you might as well have been made of gold, it felt so precious to Eddie. It filled him with a shimmery kind of feeling like on the rare occasions when he drank champagne or that one Fourth of July he watched the fireworks over the lake and they reflected in the water.

“Well, you’re very good,” you said, the words still tinged with your giggle.

It made Eddie grin all big and stupid in spite of feeling like a little bit of a loser. And, hey, maybe he was. But if you didn’t mind, he sure didn’t.

Your eyes then darted downwards and he felt that same familiar surge of excitement as he had the last time you checked him out…until he remembered what he was wearing.

He crossed his arms across his chest, filled to the brim with regret he’d chosen today of all days to wear one of the long-sleeve compression tees he’d gotten for Christmas from Steve. Because even with his chest and arms technically covered, the material was so thin and fit him so tight, it left virtually nothing to the imagination. You could probably make out the raised ink lines of his tattoos if you looked close enough.

Christ, she can see my nipples, he thought miserably as he tightened his grip on himself.

“Headed to the gym?” you asked, with something he dared to believe was hope in your eyes.

“No,” he said, deflating even more. “I just finished. You?”

“Nah,” you shook your head. “It’s been too crowded. Lots of people made resolutions for the new year, I’m guessing. I’ve been going at sort of weird times trying to avoid them.”

Eddie nodded in agreement, fingers now digging into his bicep. Fuck. What was a not-creepy way to ask what those weird times were? Or to ask if you wanted to run away together? Or where to go on your honeymoon? Maybe he’d find out if he could just open his fucking gob and ask.

The realization about his shirt had made a wave of self-consciousness wash over him and even though his brain was moving at about a hundred miles an hour, his mouth was frozen shut. His silence, as well as his abrupt shift in demeanor, had annihilated any undercurrent of flirtation.

“Well, I should get going. I’ve got a dog to walk,” you said when the silence went on just a smidge too long. “I’ll see you around, hopefully.”

Eddie made a sound somewhere between the word yeah and a grunt. You gave him a little wave and started to walk away, the sinking sun behind your body surrounding you in light like a fucking goddess. Eddie seriously considered bashing his head into the mailboxes on purpose. Was he seriously going to blow this again?

“You know…”

Eddie nearly choked on his heart as it leapt into his throat. You did a little spin on your heel and turned back towards him, your eyes glinting fierce with mischief and a smile curling across your lips. Lips that formed the most beautiful words he’d heard since, I just wanted to say “hi.”

“I was thinking,” you said, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. “If I’m ever at the gym and it’s not super crowded, I could let you know. Like…if I had your number?”

Oh, boy. Be cool, be cool, be cool, be cool—

“Are you, uh, asking me to ask you for your number?”

Eddie grinned at you, a little smug in spite of himself as he did. He could only hope his façade of confidence was enough to hide the fact that he was literally jumping up and down clicking his heels with glee on the inside. You smirked back at him, just as smug, if not a little more.

“I don’t know,” you said. “Are you asking me to ask you to ask me for my number?”

The both of you tittered at that, and suddenly he didn’t feel so bad about being kind of a loser. Because it seemed like you were kind of a loser too. He beamed as he put his hand up to lean on the wall, giving you a practically cartoonish once-over as though he was about to lay down the smoothest, most panty-dropping line of his life.

“Well, are you asking me…wait, what?”

Eddie’s brain stalled as he tried to repeat what you’d said and he looked away, glancing down at his feet, thwarted by his own hubris. But it made you giggle again and he thinks it might be his favorite sound in the whole fucking world. He wished it could be his ringtone, his morning alarm, the signal on his dryer—

He’s yanked out of his thoughts by the sight of your extended palm, motioning gimme with the fingers he can’t stop picturing laced with his.

“Let me see your phone, dork.”

@tomtomslongdong that shirt is just for you, bb 🥳

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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Since your post about Eddie and Steve’s cat’s name coming from Joan Jett I’ve been thinking of those video compilations of cats doing the most insane things but instead it’s Joan and supercuts of her cuddling up to Steve vs being a complete menace elsewhere. Edited to bad reputation of course.

I love this so much! It’s so freaking cute. Eddie spends weeks painstakingly recording their cat for the perfect compilation. It’s filmed like one of those videos that plays fun music over a happy scene and then cut to something ominous with scary music but it’s like,

*happy fun music* Joan balancing on Steve’s shoulder while he’s cooking. Steve keeps holding up stuff for her to smell

Cut to *Bad Reputation* Joan tripped every single one of their friends on the stairs

Cut to *happy fun music* Joan curled up on Steve’s shoulder while they both slept

Cut to *Bad Reputation* Joan laying in Ozzy’s bed while the dog just stares at her

Cut to *Happy fun music* Joan batting at Steve until he picks her up and then she rubs her face against his

Cut to *Bad Reputation* Joan sneaking up behind Eddie and slapping him in the head. She runs away and knocks over three different guitars and somehow hits a cymbal. The video ends with Eddie says, “Joooan.”

Also, side thought. Eddie buys a yellow vest like Ozzy’s service dog vest and has ‘Disservice Cat’ written on it. When he puts it on Joan, she just flops over and doesn’t move for like a hour. When Steve puts it on her, she’s fine.

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smeddiemunson · 1 year

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I see your Eddie has a black cat named Ozzy head cannons and raise you Steve has a black cat named Ozzy. He adopted him from a kill shelter and he already had the name.

And when Eddie finds out that he has a black cat named Ozzy he goes crazy thinking this super hot guy he’s been crushing on likes the same music as him!

Then he finds out that Steve has no idea what he’s talking about, but also that he has the most adorable confused face in the entire universe.

#steddie

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Prompt + kitten licks fic

I know it's canon that Eddie has a black cat named Ozzy but I like to think he has a female black cat called Sabbath (so basically... Black Sabbath) and you and Sabbath are what Eddie likes to call "his 2 favorite girls"

Any blurb/headcanon /opinions on this one?

So, since I already did a blurb in this universe for my 2k that would contradict this, I decided to make this not in that verse. I definitely would've done both if I hadn't already written the first one before I received this and ended up writing myself into a corner lol. OR you could think of this way in the future in the Kitten Licks verse if you'd like! But thank you for the request, I absolutely love writing about Eddie and cats

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Coming home to Eddie was always your favorite part of the day. It didn’t matter where you were coming from: work, the store, spending time with friends. Just knowing you’d open the door and those crazy curls and beautiful smile would be waiting for you was enough to give you butterflies every time.

Even tonight when girl’s night ended unexpectedly early because Robin was feeling sick, you found yourself grinning the closer you got to home. Grabbing the first parking space you see in front of your apartment building, you get out of the car and walk over to your door. It’s unlocked since Eddie is home, but you don’t see him when you step inside. Frowning, you peer into the kitchen but he isn’t there either. You’re about to call his name when you hear his voice coming from your bedroom down the hall.

“I can’t get over how pretty you are.”

Raising an eyebrow, you begin to walk down the hallway.

“Aw, you like that? That feel good?”

You cross your arms over your chest as you lean against the wall right next to your bedroom door.

“God, your eyes are gorgeous.”

“Okay,” you say as you push yourself off the wall. “You better be talking to Sabbath.”

You step into the entryway of your bedroom, and see the little black kitten curled up on your boyfriend’s bare chest. Her little black nose is sniffing the air right above his face as if she’s trying to smell out what he’s saying to her. Eddie shoots you a grin while his finger scratches Sabbath’s chin.

“Hey babe,” Eddie says. “What’re you doing home so early?”

Ozzy is lying on a pile of dirty laundry in the corner, watching the two on the bed with a glare. The older black cat does not look happy that the kitten is getting all of the attention, even though he always gets more than his fair share. Ozzy jumps down from the clothes and makes his way over to you. He rubs up against your legs and meows at you for affection. You lean down and pick up your little boy, cradling him to your chest. Purring in contentment, he nuzzles his head against your neck.

“You’re so lucky you were talking to the cat,” you say to Eddie. “I would’ve kicked your ass if you were talking to another girl like that. In our bed. While I was out.”

Eddie pouts, still petting the kitten. Sabbath lets her eyes slip closed as she enjoys the sensation. You don’t blame her; you do the same thing when Eddie’s hands are on you.

“I would never,” Eddie says. “There are only two girls in my life and you’re both in this room.”

“Should I be jealous that I’m not the one laying on your naked chest?” you ask as Ozzy rubs his face against your cheek.

“We can fix that,” Eddie says with a smirk.

Still holding your needy older cat in your arms, you walk over and climb onto the bed. Ozzy doesn’t seem to be thrilled to be close to his baby sister, while Sabbath looks over at him with wide green eyes, always interested in what the bigger cat is doing.

“Robin got sick,” you tell Eddie, answering the original question he asked you. “So, we called it a night.”

“I’m sorry she’s sick but I’m happy to have you home with me.” Eddie opens his arm for you, and you cuddle up to his side. Ozzy decides you’ve forsaken him for Eddie, so he hops off your lap and curls up at the foot of the bed.

You press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and Sabbath stands up, stretching her tiny body out on his chest.

“How’s my sweet girl?” you ask, reaching over and running your hand along the length of her soft onyx fur. She begins to knead on Eddie’s chest, and he winces as her sharp baby claws prick at his skin.

“Hey, hey, watch it,” he says. You tap lightly on her front paws, and she stops, leaning down to lick the pad of your finger. A sigh of contentment comes from Eddie as Sabbath settles, closer to his shoulder this time. Her soft purrs make the two of you smile at one another. “Got all my favorites right here on the bed with me.”

As if knowing what Eddie said and deciding he doesn’t want to be a part of it, Ozzy gets up and jumps off the bed, sauntering out of your bedroom.

“Fine, be an asshole,” Eddie says to him. “I’ll just stay here with my two favorite girls.”

“As long as I’m number one,” you say. Sabbath lets out a soft mewl that has both of you laughing.

“Sorry, my little black Sabbath,” Eddie says. “Your mama is my number one.”

She releases a tiny sigh and lowers her head to her paws, letting her big green eyes close.

“Looks like we have two jealous cats,” you say.

“Pretty sure they get it from you,” Eddie says with a playful smile. “Coming in here and thinking I’m talking to another woman.”

“And you were,” you say, eyes sliding to Sabbath. Eddie reaches over and takes your hand in his, thumb rubbing the back of your knuckles. “Can you blame me, though? I’ve got the best boyfriend in the world. I gotta stay on my toes so no one steals him from me.”

“I assure you, that’s impossible,” Eddie says and presses a kiss to your hair.

“Even a girl as cute as Sabbath?”

“No one is cuter than you, baby.”

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resident-gay-bitch · 7 months

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a steddie modern au idea that i probably won’t write because i just Don’t have the time or energy for another wip but i’m putting it out here so i remember it, and if anyone wants to write this or gets inspired Please tag me so i can read it <3

okay so imagine this right, rockstar eddie & popstar steve - on complete opposite ends of the music spectrum, forcibly brought together by their label to collaborate on an album!!

read more under the cut :)

( i basically wore the fic lol )

okay, eddie’s in his band right with CC, and they’ve come so far and are doing so well in the metal industry. eddie’s made quite the reputation for himself as the loud, bash, pushy, stuck up, bitchy rockstar who makes his own rules, parties fucking hard, and is a certified sex symbol across the globe.

once on stage, playing out under the stars, a bat flew down onto stage and it was freaking gareth out so eddie Caught it with his hands and held it up simba style, named it ozzy, sent it back off into the night sky and dubbed the bat the bands - and eddie’s own - personal mascot. this was way earlier on in their career so metal snobs started calling him an ozzy osbourne wannabe - the prissy Princess of Darkness. untill he started making way and then the name stuck and one time eddie came out onstage in full pink princess dress and crown and played their gnarliest show yet.

steve harrington though? he’s an angel. the youngsters drool over him and have pictures of soft sweaters and stawberry lipglossed steve on their walls, middle aged women look at him and wished their husbands could be the kind soul that the world knows him to be. the “men” call him a queer and pathetic, and when people ask steve about it in interviews he just smiles and shrugs and says in his soft voice “if that’s how they want to perceive me, that’s okay. i know who i am, i’m just steve. why should we spread hate when we can just be nice?”

girls from highschool started posting about their own experiences with the soft boy sensation that is steve, saying he was the kindest boy they’ve ever dated, he brings girls flowers and kisses them on the doorstep and Holds Their Hands during sex. gen z start calling him a “king 💅” whenever Anything comes out about steve because he just Can’t do anything wrong, and eventually he gets dubbed the King of Pop.

eddie munson is best friends and living with five time gold medalist olympian chrissy cunningham, the gymnast young girls look up too. they’re often speculated to be dating, and half the world thinks they’re actually married concidering they have a cat together, often wear matching outfits when out, and hold hands when walking around. one time eddie was captured giving her a forehead kiss when standing in line for smoothies. but concidering eddie is also seen leaving venues with girls under his arm, and chrissy following behind him with a couple of guys, the rest of the world says they can’t be. who knows, maybe their open or polly, it’s the twenty first century everybody! (but in truth eddie’s walking with chrissy’s hookups under his arms, and chrissy’s chatting away with the guys eddie plans on ruining for the night, and they’ll swap once sage inside the trailer)

steve has a house right next door to up and coming actress robin buckley, and they took down the fence between their homes and built a corridor combining them. they’re as close as chrissy and eddie seem to be, but after robin was seen making out with one of her female costars at a red carpet after party, and wearing a lesbian flag pin on her jacket in paparazzi pics, those rumours have died significantly.

chrissy cunningham is in love with steve harrington, she thinks he’s the perfect man, “if i had to date a guy, eddie, it would be that one and that one Only. i’ll excuse the penis if he looks at me with those pretty boy eyes.” she has posters of him on her wall, listens to his music on the regular, and eddie knows way more about him than he’d like to admit. not that he pays much attention, just when chrissy plays his latest single on an endless loop and quotes things he says on the daily, a guys gonna pick up on stuff.

robins little sister, max, who by platonic-soulmate-law, is steve’s little sister is Obsessed with CC. she listens to them all the time, along with a bunch of other metal and punk bands, and has a poster of him shredding on her wall. her boyfriend lucas gets jealous about it all the time and even took to learning one of his solos on steve’s guitar.

the thing is, though, eddie and steve are perceived the way they are because their label actually Sucks and they’re signed in for too many more years to find a way out.

queer aligations got shot around about Everyone in CC. people think they all fuck guys, people think they all fuck eachother, people think so many things and the label twists and turns those stories to make them “acceptable”.

the thing is though, they’re all so fucking gay… and they all have fucked eachother. eddie and gareth were boyfriends back in highschool, jeff and grant have been together for the last couple of years and they’re talking marriage. they’ve all hooked up with eachother separately, they’ve all gotten together for a few foursomes, they’ve all gangbanged a bunch of groupies of Multiple genders together, so eddie Knows where the rumours come from. he wants to be out, hates hiding, thinks it’s stupid and backwards and Who Cares if they loose a few followers? those aren’t the kinds of people eddie wants listening to his music anyway.

it’s only when gareth settled down with his new wife and popped out kid number one that the rumours about him started to die out… even though, before the kid came around, gareth and his wife would sleep with eddie, jeff, and grant like… all the time.

the only queer speculations about steve are the ones coming from the “alpha males” and younger queer boys that connect with him and want someone like steve to look up too and say “he’s queer too, we’re the same, and it’s okay”. but his label hasn’t given steve a voice… like at all. he got signed because of his gorgeous voice and soft lyrics about losing love and being alone, and being conflicted in your sexuality, and then they signed him and his contract states that he’s Not allowed to write Any of his own lyrics. not a single one of his own songs have been published, to this day.

the label tried to restrict eddie like that too, saying his lyrics were too controversial, but CC refuses to be fake. they agreed to only write songs about death and drugs and sex and satan and blah blah blah metal. eddie’s never really published much from the heart, but he sneaks metaphors in there all the time, that only hardcore fans can pick up on.

the labels getting bored of steve. it’s just the same music, the same tours, the same questions in every interview. he’s Boring them. it’s only a small amount of time before the world gets bored of him too, plus, it’s not like he’ll stay this pretty forever. they want to discard him - he’s locked in by contract though, has to release one more album and tour before they can be done with him.

and then grant dies. it’s a horrible accident, car crash, some drunk driver t-boned him and flipped his car off the road. it Breaks jeff. it breaks all of them, but mostly jeff. he’s distraught, turns to drugs, ODs and it’s then that gareth and eddie send him to rehab.

there’s no corroded coffin without grant, the band breaks up. the three of them Won’t play stadium tours and write albums together without him, and- “are you fucking CRAZY? of course we’re not Replacing him, get a fucking grip.”

it takes Months for any of them to get to a point where they can be seen in society again. it’s then that the label says they Have to bring one more album an to the table. but they’re willing to drop CC if eddie goes solo. he’s the face of the band anyway, the voice, “he’s who the women want, guys.”

eddie agrees, because he’s legally obligated too. and he writes the most dumbfuck album anyone’s ever heard. it’s all preschool-esque lyrics and about farm animals and potty training and it’s also just fucking Gay - like there’s one song that just goes on and on an on about some guys ballsack. he records a demo to go with them, has his guitar perfectly out of tune and sings so terribly his voice cracks, if singing is what you can actually call it. the label gets So fucking mad at him.

so here they are, newly solo artist eddie munson, the fucking prick, stuckup rockstar, entitled rich as Princess of Darkness, and steve harrington, the sweet soft boy turned boring, King of Pop; both locked in for another album, and tour, and Useless.

they’re going to Lose the label money at this rate.

so they try something. something that will bring in Buckets.

CC and steve harrington are the labels two biggest musicians. they’re constantly fighting to be top of the charts, shooting past eachother with every new album, new single, new tour, new pap photos, new relationship spectacle, each red carpet appearance… evetything. They are who everyone’s obessed with, they are who have the Biggest markets. every woman on the globe has to be obsessed with at least One of them.

why not pool those two fanbases together? get them to collaborate on a song together, the fans will go crazy and it will surely break the charts. the company will get So fucking rich.

but if they can make buckets off one song… than why not a whole album? why not make them Tour together.

which is how eddie and steve find themselves nervously sitting in a recording studio together one afternoon, going through introductions and contracts and provosos with the label and blah blah blah boring rules and legal shit.

eddie’s dreading working with this guy. he’s a total Phonie! King of Pop? who does he think he is, this harry styles wanna be. sure he writes poetic shit about love and making soft love to women, but it’s all so vapid. eddie Knows music, and he knows when lyrics are bullshit. i mean Sure, eddie knows a good handful of his songs on guitar, but that’s Only so he can play them to chrissy because it’s special to her. doesn’t make his music Good - and that’s not even eddie being a snob, he can vibe with pop, taylor swift is a lyrical goddess, he is an all too well girlie and he and chrissy scream the ten minuet version in the car together late at night.

he’s also dreading the clear over kindness. steve’s meant to be this darling angel, and sure that’s why the girls and gays love him so much, but eddie doesn’t think he could Handle someone being so fucking nice up in his face like that because he’ll Know it’s fake. he won’t be able to tell if the guys actually being nice because he actually gets along with eddie, or if he’s being nice because it’s his job.

and steve is dreading working with eddie because eddie is supposed to be one of the Hardest people to work for. he’s stuck up and dickish and Snarky and so fucking confident and a Rockstar for fucks sake. steve is way too tired to deal with a cunt right now - let alone Tour with one.

everything about this meeting and collaboration is Completely under the blanket. the label doesn’t want to announce Anything until they have a good album from them, because they know how hot headed and temperamental eddie is - given the last thing he gave them, which was immediately scrapped.

so they meet, sign a bunch of non disclosures. they’re not even allowed to tell robin and chrissy that they’re Meeting eachother - they do, though, but it doesn’t go past those two.

they’re left alone, once everything is signed. they’ve been standoffish, haven’t said more than ten words to eachother. eddie’s all glares and attitude, steve’s all soft smiles and bats of his eyelids.

they both want to be sick - this is torture.

everything’s signed. everything’s legally a secret. they’re behind closed doors in a recording studio to themselves to “get creative”. and so the masks come down.

turns out, steve is Not nice. three minuets into their alone time, eddie kicks his feet up onto the desk by steve and steve… he picks up a pen and uses it to push eddie’s shoes off the table and away from him with a bitchy glare.

steve’s Bitchy. he’s got bite and he’s So fucking sarcastic. he keeps looking eddie over and scrunching his nose, he keeps making snide comments about eddie’s over sexual behaviour and drug culture. he even goes so far as to insult eddie’s hair, “the eighties called, van halen wants his wig back”.

and eddie’s… we’ll, he’s a little turned on by it.

to the world, steve’s this perfect little soft boy who sings about love and sugar and spice and all things nice, but when there’s a contract saying eddie’s legally obliged to shut his trap about Anything steve related, he lets his true colours show.

and steve? well, once he sends out a Bunch of snarky remarks eddie’s way, he’s realising that eddie’s not reacting the way he’s been conditioned to believe eddie would. he’s expecting mean quips back, jabs at his career and “queerness” and pastel colour pallet, maybe even a meltdown. but eddie just sits there slack jawed and actually.. encouragers steve’s insults and bitchy nature. and eddie’s kinda sweet, when steve tells him to keep his shoes off the table, eddie complies and actually apologises. he even pulls out a random compliment, telling steve he actually has a really nice voice.

and he’s making steve nervous… he’s getting butterflies.

they talk for a little while longer before eddie conducts a plan. they have to go home and listen to each others music and pick a few favourites or memorable things, stuff they think they can get behind mixing with their own style. they need something with Both of their sounds combined.

steve only has a few albums out, so eddie says he’ll listen to them all. corroded coffin though? they have Heaps of music out, so eddie writes down a list of their top albums and some of His favourites from other albums that he thinks steve might be able to get behind.

steve goes home and recruits robin to listen with him, gets max to send through all of her favourites and Why. he writes down a little list with his top five songs and a couple quotes and times where solos fucking rock. by the time he’s done he’s got about an a4 page worth of notes.

eddie goes home and he and chrissy spend the night analysing All of steve’s music. they print out the lyrics to every song and scribble all over them, listing to his two albums, one EP, and a single, on an endless loop. chrissy is Always happy to spend hours talking about Steve Harrington, and eddie is the biggest fucking nerd and loves analysing music and figuring everything about it out. he learns chords, flips some of steve’s songs to make them a little rougher so he can show steve and give him a taste of the stuff they Could create.

steve feels so embarrassed with the lack of shit he’s got when eddie slams down a Folder full of notes. but eddie hurriedly stops steve’s apologising and looks at his notes and Actually awes at them “you like this song? it’s your favourite? i wrote that secretly about my fuck off dad and missing my mamma- you really like it? gosh, not many people do… this is so cool, i can’t believe you listened to it”

eddie starts talking about - and dissecting - steve’s music, telling him things about his lyrics He didn’t actually know. eddie tells him they’re all kinda… vappid. like steve doesn’t sing them with Emotion. they don’t come from the heart, they’re just stories. steve tells him he’s not allowed to write his own stuff, even though he has books full of lyrics at home.

eddie has an entire wall of his house turned into a bookshelf filled with journals for lyrics and writing music, different shelf’s are for different moods and different journals are for different themes.

they start to jam and eddie plays a few of steve’s songs. they figure out some stuff and eddie declares they’re going to make “the most outer worldly album that’s ever graced our mortal plane, king stevie, i can promise you that” - he gives steve a mission. he has to go home and find One song he’s written that he’d like the world to know about, and text pictures of it to eddie - and eddie will make sure it’s label appropriate (if it’s not, he’ll sit down with steve and they’ll tweak it to hide controversial themes behind metaphors) and tell their boss he wrote it so they can put it on the album; steve will sing it of course, and it will come from the heart.

they talk about their experiences over the next few weeks. it’s basically paid fucking therapy. eddie talks about grant, talks about CC, talks about highschool, talks about chrissy. steve talks about robin, talks about highschool, talks about the mall fire he got caught in, he talks about his abuser billy hargrove. eddie opens up about his own abuser, reefer rick, his old supplier. steve opens up about getting cheated on with the first girl he loved. eddie opened up about getting cheated on by reefer. steve opens up about neglectful parents and eddie opens up about his time through the foster system and having a druggie mother and a dad in jail.

that’s what they write music about.

steve finally sends eddie a song. it’s a song about learning to care about yourself. he wrote it when robin stepped into his life, when she conditioned him to gain his self respect back and love himself. it’s about how fucking Important loving yourself - no matter your difference or your experiences may be.

eddie cries when he reads it, he thinks it’s perfect just the way it is. the few undertones of queerness he’s picking up on from deep analysis will go right over the labels heads.

eddie suggests he write a song completely on his own for the album too, one without steve’s imput. then they both have one song that’s completely Theirs. he writes his song about grant, it’s an ode to him, a goodbye, and hidden behind metaphors and poetic tear stained lyrics, it’s about having your true self hidden by masks and flashy cameras and men in tight suits; it’s about jeff, it’s about their love, it’s about the love eddie had for grant, it’s about the love they all had for eachother, it’s about the bandanna they all wear in their back pockets from time to time.

steve reads it and he… he gets it.

he knows eddie’s queer, eddie let it slip the second time they met, when he was talking about another of his songs about the first guy he had sex with. so it’s not a shock to steve to read this kinda shit.

but when eddie’s reading steve’s lyrics, it’s kinda shocking to him. steve hadn’t come out, even though he’s given ample opportunity, hadn’t mentioned anything about men and talked plenty about women, so eddie just fairly assumed he was straight.

on the last day of recording the album, they’re in the studio together. all the backtracks are done and they’re just recording lyrics. they’re both there in the sound booth with headphones on, and eddie’s singing his ode to grant, steve backing up his vocals, but letting eddie take centre stage. eddie cries and takes a good break before they can record steve’s song - steve’s song that they think eddie wrote.

they record steve’s song, eddie eddie backs up his vocals occasionally when asked, but it’s Steve’s song. its litterally titled steve’s song, because eddie felt sick with the idea of Actually taking credit for something steve created. he’s only doing it for legal reasons and because he Needs steve to get his lyrics out into the world. they worked on all the other songs together - the label doesn’t know that - but this is Steve’s. it should have been on his first album.

steve cries whilst singing it, because it comes from the heart. he sings it with raw fucking emotion and.. oh jeez, it makes eddie cry too. steve finished singing and eddie pulls him into a tight hug and whispers to steve so no one else can hear “that’s the best you’ve ever sounded, stevie”.

what they didn’t know was that their manager snapped a photo of their hug and sent it to rolling stone along with an announcement of a new album and upcoming tour.

the internet goes bazerk! “the King of Pop and the Princess of Darkness? what an odd pair… someone write me this fan fiction rn.”

eddie and steve go home that night feeling a little useless. they just spent weeks crammed up in the recording studio together, making music and talking about things they are too scared to tell the world, and now they’re… no where near eachother.

they both sit there in their houses and come to the realisation that they Don’t just think the other is only adorable and totally their type… that maybe they were falling in love and feel kinda empty without eachother.

they start texting, chatting, keeping eachother updated on their lives - mostly on their platonic soulmates. steve prints off a selfie he and eddie took together one night a few drinks in, guitars on their laps, cheesy grins on their faces, and signs it for chrissy - she Freaks Out.

eddie sends over a CC sample hoodie he had lying around that ended up getting discontinued before selling at all, and he signed the spot over the heart with fabric pen for max.

the single drops - steve’s song - and fans go crazy. steve’s fans And eddie’s fans have collectively come together to Scream about it. it reaches top of the charts in under a week. who knew a bunch of teenage girls could be so powerful?

the tour gets announced - tickets sell Fast.

the rest of the album drops and the label hosts a party for it. steve and eddie bring their other half’s and robin and chrissy hit it off immediately, and they start dating at a lesbian pace. steve and eddie get plastered and wake up cuddling - fully clothed, but cuddling - in… chrissy’s bed? they barely even remember going back to eddie’s place, but when they go out to the kitchen they find out that they ended up keeping the party going here - robin and chrissy are curled up together half naked on the couch.

they keep texting. they can’t stay away from eachother. they know the flirting is bad and helpless, but they Can’t Help it. they’re both smitten and falling more and more each day.

the tour starts and there are strict rules they have to oblige by, via steve’s original contact. eddie breaks half of them.

one of the rules happens to be Zero queerness - but that’s the same for eddie’s contract. they’re also both talked too about acting too “gay” on stage, they’re not allowed too. whatever that means.

the tour is fucking amazing. they both love looking out to the crowd and seeing all the different people. there are teenage girls in pastel skirts and sparkly dresses with bedazzled glasses and friendship charm bracelets, there are girls with dark eyeliner and ripped stockings and chunky silver jewlery and an obscene amount of leather, there are boys in lightwash jeans and crop tops, and boys in black ripped jeans and the wrong band tees with jewlery all over their faces, their are middle aged mothers wine drunk, there are older men with goatees, there are father there with their daughters and mothers there with their sons, and So, So many more different people. it makes them both emotional.

after show four of their massive tour, they’re both having a few drinks in eddie’s trailer and listening to music and continuing the game of truth or dare robin and chrissy started before they got distracted and wandered off to steve’s trailer. they get drunker, and gigglier, and closer, and more lose lipped, and steve tells eddie he’s bi, and eddie tells steve he’s the most beautiful (inside and out) man he’s ever met, and they kiss.

they spent the rest of their tour keeping their relationship VERY secret. steve’s trailer is now permanently robin and chrissy’s, and he and eddie share eddie’s. no one suspects a thing, they’re both used to keeping their queer relations under wraps.

they say i love you in the last month of their tour. when they get home, they want to move in together. they’re going to buy their own mansion with all the fucking money this albums made them, and they’re planning what their room will look like, and their kitchen, and their garden, and their future. steve wants kids, always has. eddie’s scared to be a dad, but he thinks he’d like to try with steve, just not for a few more years. they both think marriage is stupid, but they’re also both hopeless romantics who have each pictured and planned their own weddings so they think they might even get married one day. they get matching tattoos, a little crown on eddie’s ribs under his heart for steve, and a tiara in the same place on steve for eddie.

the label asks to sign them both on for a few more albums, another tour. they’re bringing in So much money.

eddie says no, straight away. he’s not letting steve get suffocated by these fuckers anymore. there’s nothing here for him anyway. he’s already working with gareth and jeff on creating their own label, it’s almost up and running.

for steve’s birthday, three nights before the tour ends, eddie tells him he’s now the co-ceo of his own production company, named after grant, to carry on his legacy. eddie slides over a wad of paper and tells steve he wants the first artist they sign to be steve - he works on his own conditions, writes whatever music he wants, sings from the heart, writes them one album and then once that’s done (when steve is Ready for it to be done) they’ll draw up another contract, if that’s what steve wants. steve signs, starts working on his first album right away.

he lies in bed that night with eddie’s head on his chest, and they’re scribbling down lyrics about sex in satin sheets in the dark of a tour trailer, and falling in love.

they perform their last show, and they cry hopelessly.

that’s it. they’re done. their no longer signed to the label, evetythings Over.

eddie’s wearing the tiara steve put on his head on their First show, he’s also wearing leather and stompers and no shirt. steve’s wearing lightwash blue jeans and a flowey shirt made of lace and a crooked crown on top of his perfect hair. they’re both heaving, and crying black mascara and eyeliner tracks down their cheeks, and sweating buckets. but they both think the other is so fucking beautiful and they can’t resist it

it’s not like they’re locked in by the label anymore anyway.

eddie shoved his guitar off and lays it very neatly on the ground before full pelt running for steve and just Kissing him. the crowd goes fucking crazy. they loose their shit and it breaks the media.

“i love you…” eddie pants into his mouth and kisses him again “i love you so fucking much baby”

“i love you too.” steve says and then he swiftly drops to one knee, pulls a ring box out of his pocket and asks eddie to marry him

it’s there in stage, with a the most diverse and random crowd in the world, sweaty and hot and in love, that eddie and steve break history. not only did they Just come out to the world as queer… and dating, they’re also the first famous queer couple to get engaged on stage like this.

so yeah… that’s my “little” fic idea :)

and then they obviously get married and get their mansion or whatever and adopt a kid a few years into the marriage, when eddie feels stable enough to be able to responsibily raise a little gremlin. she’s totally a little menace like eddie, but she’s for sure got his pure sweetness when she’s with people she trusts and loves but holy shit is she steve’s kid, because she’s gotta be more snarky and more bitchy than steve was during their first meeting… and what’s worse is when they gang up on eddie with double bitchy glares.

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lady-of-glass-and-bone · 8 months

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Eddie Munson Saves Some Kittens

A/N: Just some thoughts I had while at the rescue. Reader in this is gender neutral. Nothing but fluff and kittens!

Okay. So imagine with me, if you will, that Eddie Munson finds a litter of teeny tiny kittens somewhere, possibly under the trailer porch and the mom is no where to be seen. He gives it awhile, waits anxiously by the window nearly all day and into the night to see if the mom comes back before he decides to bring them inside.

Now he has a box full of tiny, helpless, squirmy, and very hungry kittens and wow he did not think this through. Like. At all.

So he calls you, his lovely and very understanding s/o and rushes through the explanation so fast over the phone that you have to make him repeat it.

"Jesus, Eddie, do you ever think things through?" you laugh lightly on the other end of the line, already making a mental list of what you need.

But you don't sound annoyed and he breathes a sigh of relief at how not irritated you sound. You always have patience with him and he remembers how grossly in love with you he is and ugh.

The kittens are set up in an old pack n' play you found in the basement and lugged all the way over to Eddie's. You layer it with blankets and old newspapers and a hot water bottle that the kittens huddle on.

Eddie thrives on the chaos that is taking care of these delicate little beings. His sleep schedule is weird anyway so feeding them every few hours late in the night and into the early morning is no big issue.

(Wayne thanks God that it's Summer or Eddie would be going for another year as a senior with all the sleep that kid is missing.)

You keep him on track, sitting in the library and writing down all the information you need in one of Eddie's notebooks. You both spend many nights on the couch with kittens curled up all over you like tiny furnaces or in Eddie's room leaning over the side of the pack n' play, half asleep, worrying over the smallest kitten.

When Eddie compares it to practice for a human baby you wack him with a pillow until he cries uncle, laughing.

When the kittens are big enough to start walking on wobbly legs, they follow Eddie around like little ducklings, jumping at his legs and perching on his shoulders. They love to play with his hair.

Eddie nearly cries when a kitten gets underfoot and he accidentally steps on it's tail/paw. You reassure him that the kitten is okay and that it happens sometimes. He babies that kitten the rest of the day anyway.

They all love to cuddle with you when it's nap time and Eddie gets a bit sour about it but you pinch his cheeks and put his head in your lap and he has a kitten sleeping on his chest and neck while he snores in no time.

Uncle Wayne has many polaroids of moments like this. He secretly has a favorite kitten that is always awake to greet him when he gets home from a shift and sits on the counter while he heats up some food.

He knows he shouldn't give them table scraps (you scold Eddie and him whenever you catch them doing it) but he sneaks a few pieces of meat to the kitten. He takes to calling it Junior because its fuzzy black fur and big eyes remind him of a younger Eddie and damn it, he knows he'll have to keep it.

You and Eddie argue over what music to leave on when the cats are alone because:

"So they get used to human voices and stuff" he explains and you look him dead in the eye when you remind him of all the 'concerts' he's done for the kittens.

You agree to leave on a radio station that plays a good mix of everything, volume low.

Eddie wants to name them all after some Ozzy songs or come up with elaborate D&D themed names and give them just as elaborate backstories based on their personalities.

You and Eddie drive 3 hours to go to a free spay and neuter clinic. That is a road trip you will never forget. Mostly because there are little claw marks on the back of the vans seats now and everytime you see them you smile.

One kitten goes to Dustin's mom. Because yeah.

A couple of people that Wayne works with adopt a few.

El even convinces Hopper that it's necessary for her to have a cat and we all know he ends up loving that furry maniac no matter how much he grumbles about the fuckin' litter box.

He gives the cat treats behind El's back and let's it sit on his lap when she's at sleepovers.

Uncle Wayne does end up keeping the runt, which he does name Junior, but never really tells Eddie why until Eddie asks.

When the last kitten is given to it's forever family, both you and Eddie feel a little (okay a lot) emotional. Junior is never in want for snuggles and chin scratches.

When you and Eddie eventually get your own place together it definitely feels a bit empty without a pet. He wants to take all the cats home when you visit a shelter after settling into life living on your own together.

You take home an adult cat that gave Eddie the saddest eyes and nibbled on his finger. And your family feels a little more complete with a furry companion waiting for you at home.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #wayne munson #my magic man #stranger things #duck did it

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athena-writes-i-guess · 2 years

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “No! The cat has had enough cuddles, it’s my turn!”

A/N: This might be a weird one, I just thought it was a cute idea

Loki. Norse god of mischief. Half ice giant. Shapeshifter. And also the name of your new cat. Though Eddie was starting to become convinced that maybe this was actually the god himself. He had all your attention, seemed to know exactly when Eddie wanted your affection and stole it from you before he could. He had never met an animal with a more appropriate name. And he definitely never thought that he would be jealous of a cat. Yet here he was.

You and Eddie were at your house on the couch watching a movie, he had been sitting right next to you when he got up to go to the bathroom but when he came back, there he was, Loki, snuggling into your side where Eddie had been sitting, effectively taking the metalheads spot. Now, due to how you were sitting at the end of the couch, Eddie had to sit on the other side of the cat, not able to snuggle up with you like he liked. The man was trying not to stew in his frustration but it had been like this since he had found the cat in the trailer park one day, lonely and without a home. You came and got him right away (after asking around the trailer park for an owner first) and he had been like your little shadow ever since.

Eddie looked down at the cat as you absentmindedly pet him while you watched the movie. The little thing looked up at Eddie, purring happily, and seemed to squint at him, slowly closing his eyes at the man, a content look on his little smug face. How a cat could look smug, Eddie wasn’t positive, but he was sure this one was. Loki started pressing his front paws into Eddie’s leg back and forth, kneading into him, his little claws lightly sinking into his jeans. Eddie sent the cat a small glare and only received the happy purr back.

You looked down at your new pet, and felt your heart swell. “Oh Eddie! He loves you! Look at him kneading into you!” You said happily, Eddie could practically see the hearts in your eyes. “Aww see that look he’s giving you? That slow blink? He’s telling you he loves you! What a perfect baby!” You gushed. Eddie had to stop himself from audibly scoffing. Love? This cat loves him? Yeah right.

The movie went on much like this, with Loki right in between you, and now you all were heading to bed, you carrying the little creature with you to your room. You plopped him down on your bed and he sat right in the middle, waiting for you to snuggle with him like you have been every night, much to Eddie’s annoyance. You both changed into your sleep clothes and you jumped into bed, picking up the cat and putting him on your chest to pet once you got comfortable.

Eddie felt himself boil over. All day he wanted to be in your embrace, to only be blocked by this little monster and he would be damned if Loki would do it again to him tonight. “No! The cat has had enough cuddles, it’s my turn!” He said hotly from where he stood next to the bed.

You looked up at him, surprised by his outburst, before bursting out laughing. Eddie looked at you confused. “Eddie Munson. Are you jealous of a little cat?” You asked. Eddie felt his cheeks heat up with a blush. “Oh you are!” You teased lightly.

“I’m not jealous!” He denied defensively. “It’s just that ever since you got the cat I can’t get close to you because he’s always in my way! He’s always trying to lay between us! On the couch, in the bed. Everywhere. I can’t get close to you!”

You smiled at him and patted the bed next to you, inviting him to lay with you. Eddie sighed softly and crawled into bed next to you, once he was situated on his back, you picked up Loki and placed him gently on Eddie’s chest, causing a surprised look on his face. He locked eyes with the little creature as he purred and did that slow blinking again before he rubbed his little cheeks all over Eddie’s Ozzy shirt he was going to be sleeping in.

“Baby, he’s not trying to get in your way, or keep you from me. He loves you too. He’s trying to cuddle with both of us.” You cooed softly as you curled up into Eddie’s side, laying your head on his shoulder as you pet the cat. “We’re his parents and he loves us. Both of us.” You said, leaning up to kiss your boyfriend on his cheek.

Eddie looked down at the little thing, watching as he splayed out on his side, cuddling into the softness of Eddie’s chest, his purrs radiating into the metalhead. He felt himself softening and reached his hand up to pet the cat. Loki leaned into the affection, rubbing his face more into the shirt in happiness from the contact.

“See? He loves you.” You sighed sleepily. Eddie felt your breath even out as you quickly fell asleep cuddled into him, he wrapped one of his arms around you to keep you close. His other hand continued to pet the cat as he let the soothing vibrations from his purring lull Eddie to sleep. He seemed to come to the conclusion that maybe the cat wasn’t so bad. Maybe.

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denim-mixtapes · 2 years

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Pairing: Established Eddie Munson/GN!Reader Word Count: 2.1k Tags/Warnings: Mild language, brief mention of a snake, other animals mentioned (cat, raccoon, skunk, possums, mice, and fish), Eddie Munson's puppy dog eyes, tooth rotting fluff, pet names (baby & honey), no real big romantic moments, just established relationship domestic fluff. Summary: Living with Eddie Munson means you don't ever know what he'll bring home, just that it'll be furry and in need, and he'll convince you to love it just as much as he does.

It started with a kitten. Simple, innocent enough.

The poor thing was shivering when you found it, wet from the rain and cowering under the steps to your trailer. Couldn’t have been more than a pound, and its eyes were huge with fright.

It jumped and skittered further into the shadows at the sudden sound of Eddie’s laughter when he saw you hunched over on all fours trying to coax the animal toward you, but you finally got on its good side, after a half hour sitting on the wet gravel and a handful of torn up bits of deli ham thrown between you. When you held the pitiful thing out in front of the boy and cooed about how he needed you, how you haven’t seen his mother around anywhere and how you and Eddie could give him a good home, there’s no way he could have said no to you even if he wanted to. So instead of saying no, he suggested you name him Ozzy.

If only you knew of the monster you were creating.

A few months after Ozzy became a part of your little family, you came home to a surprisingly quiet trailer and Eddie muttering to himself in the bathroom.

“Honey?” You called out to the empty room, hanging your keys on the nail by the door and toeing off your shoes gently.

There was an obnoxious sloshing sound, followed by a bang and a hissed, “shit,” before he poked his head out of the bathroom door with a sickeningly sweet, innocent smile and a ratty towel – squirming towel, did that towel really just move? – in his arms. His shirt was soaked, and as you took a step toward him, he retreated one step back.

“Hi, baby!” He greeted through bared teeth, “how was your day.”

Oh, his halo was slipping. Whatever innocent act he was trying to pull went out the window the second the towel wriggled again, this time accompanied by a chittering sound. Ozzy hopped up onto the armrest of the couch next to you with a small murrp, bumped his head into your hand for scratches, and confirmed that whatever your boyfriend has wrapped up in his arms is decidedly not your cat.

With a raised brow, you pressed, “what’cha got there?”

“Okay here’s the thing.” Well, that’s never good. In a few steps he crossed the room to stand in front of you, kissed your cheek in greeting, and then gently fumbled with the bundle in his arms until he could reveal a pair of beady eyes. He looked ecstatic, exactly how you had felt when you rescued the furball that was once again headbutting your idle hand. Except this wasn’t a cat. It took you a second to process what you were looking at, but in his arms, behind a bandit mask and soaking wet, was a raccoon. A damn raccoon. “She’s just a baby!” He protested, a pretty little pout on his lips and those damn, round, puppy dog eyes.

“A baby raccoon!” You retorted, glaring at him quickly before looking around the room…anywhere to avoid his pleading eyes and the, admittedly very cute animal in his arms. “Eddie, that’s a wild animal!”

“Aw, come on, baby.” Pulling the same move you did a couple months back with the pitiful kitten that you now treated like your child, he dropped the towel and held the tiny thing by the armpits, dangling her in your face. Her little hands curled around his fingers and if you didn’t know any better you would have said she was pulling the same begging eyes and knitted brow that Eddie was, but she was also dripping bathwater on your clean carpet and it smelled like he used your expensive shampoo to wash her. “Her mom got hit by a car, she’s an orphan. She needs us!”

“We don’t have any idea how to care for an animal like that.” Despite your words of argument, your voice softened considerably as you made eye contact with the poor thing.

With a huff, he retreated the animal again, cradling her in his arms like a human baby and looking down at her as he spoke. “Yeah but we could figure it out. Can’t be too much different than a cat, right?” You joined him at his side and wrapped him up in your arms, chin on his shoulder, and looked not at the wild animal in his arms, but at the look of awe and excitement on his face. He turned to look at you, brown eyes swimming with emotion. “I can’t send her back out into the wild alone like this.”

“No,” you sighed, “you can’t.” At your response, his face lit up. You couldn’t say no to him any more than he could to you. Bouncing on his toes, he pressed another quick kiss to your lips and then snuggled the animal closer. Before he could say anything else, you continued, “--BUT, first thing in the morning, we’re going to the library to do our research. If we’re going to take her in we’re going to make sure she gets the best care we can give her, just like we would a cat or dog.” You could only describe the smile that he wears as shit-eating. “What?”

“We,” he teased, leaning the upper half of his body toward you with the jest. “You just said ‘we’ so many times. You’re going to love her, I just know it.”

“Sure, sure,” you hummed, tight lipped. “But she’s sleeping in the bathroom until we know she doesn’t have rabies.”

He nodded in agreement, but somehow she slept at the foot of your bed that night.

So now here you are.

You’ve lived with Eddie going on two years now, and have had a growing house full of furry family members for a little over a year. Ozzy the cat, and Rick the raccoon (named, again, by Eddie. “She just LOOKS like a Rick, doesn’t she?”) are the best of friends and sleep at your feet every night. Despite your protesting, Rick loves to snuggle with both you and Eddie during movie nights, and you’d never admit it, but she definitely has a place in your heart.

On a folding table next to the TV stand sits a large hamster cage, housing a small litter of mice that Eddie rescued from being fed to Gareth’s pet snake. He insisted that it was only until they were old enough to adopt out to loving families, but that was about six months ago, so you’re pretty sure they’re here to stay.

Various fish tanks are scattered throughout your home, one for each betta fish that he saw at the pet store that looked just that much sadder than the others in their tiny, unforgiving cups.

He’s even started to leave out cat food for a mamma possum who he sees every once in a while, just in case she’s hungry, but he’s never tried to bring them inside so for that you’re thankful.

As much as you love his huge heart (and, unfortunately, all the creatures that enter your home because of it) the one thing you never want to do is disrupt nature. You’ve discussed it many times, you won’t protest Eddie taking another animal under his wing if it needs a home, but if it looks like it’s surviving just fine on its own, then he has to leave it alone. Luckily enough, he seems to agree for the most part.

Still, you never expected this.

“What the hell is that?” Nancy shouts, clambering up onto the sofa as black and white blur runs past her feet.

Squinting after the animal that’s now far from your range of vision, you muse, “Nance, I think it’s just Rick, don’t worry.”

“I can’t believe you just casually have a raccoon in your house. God, I need new friends.” Steve scoffs, not an ounce of real threat in his voice, he knows he’s stuck with you.

Robin, next to you on the couch snuggles Rick closer in her arms and chimes in, “nah I’ve got her right here,” playing with the raccoon’s small hands, she scrunches her nose at her best friend. “Don’t let the big dumb man make fun of you, Rick, I think you’re really freaking cool.” Then, looking over at you, “if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say your Trashcan Disney Princess of a man snuck a skunk into the house.”

Shit.

Your eyes widen, and you leap off the couch to a chorus of whines and complaints from Steve and Nancy. Heading in the direction that you think the blur went, you barge into the bathroom to find Eddie with that damn innocent look again. He’s clutching an animal to his chest, a small one, tiny.

“Eddie,” you scoff, albeit lovingly. “What now?”

“Remember when Henderson adopted a stray lizard and it turned out to be a whole ass demon from the Upside Down?” He asks with raised brows, defensive shoulders.

“...uh huh.”

“So realistically, this isn’t that bad.”

He confirms your suspicions by holding up a tiny baby skunk. It can’t be more than a couple weeks old, and looks like it might still need to be bottle fed if you do take it in.

“God,” You groan, “I don’t know what’s worse. The fact that you want to bring a skunk into our home, or the fact that I’m not completely appalled by the idea.”

“I took him to the vet already,” he says, sheepishly. “Max found him while skateboarding Sunday and she let him be because she remembered from biology that some animals abandon their babies if they smell humans on them or whatever, but when he was still there today, two days later she called me.”

“You’re so proud that you’re the resident animal guy now, huh?” You ask through a laugh.

“Very,” His eyes shine with pride, “but that’s not the point, he’s not old enough to even spray yet, he can’t defend himself out there. I know it’s a big ask, but I think we could help him.”

You hold out a hand, and he happily passes the animal over, who you cradle to your chest. His tiny breaths and fast-paced resting heartbeat almost break your heart. “How old did they say he’ll be before he can spray?”

“Four months, give or take a couple of weeks. And they said by then that he likely wouldn’t if he felt safe in his environment…so if we domesticated him…he likely won’t ever need to.”

He’s practically rocking back and forth on his feet as you contemplate his words, brows raised and a hopeful look in his eye, nervously gnawing on his bottom lip.

“And the vets had absolutely no concerns about you trying to domesticate a skunk?”

“Well, uh,” he laughs, “I may have told them that we have a rescue sanctuary for animals that would otherwise be considered vermin…and in my defense they didn’t ask for any proof.”

“Oh my God,” you chuckle, shaking your head. “Okay.”

“Okay!?”

You nod and exhale deep out of your nose. “God help me, but yeah, we can keep the skunk.”

“Thank Christ,” he breathes, wrapping you in a tight hug, careful to avoid squishing the small creature. “‘Cause I already named him. Give ‘im here, I’m gonna go introduce him to the gang officially. Steve is going to hate this.” Then, bursting through the door her whisper-shouts, “Guys guess what! Meet Ghost!”

You smile and shake your head, listening to the chorus of complaints and groans from two of your friends, while Robin just eggs him on, cooing at the new baby. As you join them in the room, you overhear Eddie already talking about bleaching a stripe in his hair to fit his new persona as ‘The Skunk Guy’ and motioning wildly to his head. You’ve never seen him more excited.

“Look, I’m all for saving lives and shit, but bow in the world do you keep finding the weirdest animals in need, man?” Steve asks.

“I really think I was meant to find him,” he says fondly, looking down at Ghost and then up into your eyes. “All of these guys. They’re all nature’s freaks, just like me. It only makes sense that we’re the ones to give them a home.”

The eye contact he holds with you is sincere, like he’s trying to pour all his gratitude into one look.

This is where he belongs, surrounded by friends and his many, many, furry vermin children, and who are you to deny him that happiness?

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson/you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson reader insert #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things reader insert #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #gender neutral reader

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mrslectermoriarty · 5 months

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Headcanon Series #12

Here goes some Stranger Things stuff because I finally watched it yes it broke me so here I give you some Eddie centered Headcanons because that guy is 100% me as a fictional character and I died with him in the Upside Down which makes him a huge inspiration :)

Yes I ship Steddie so fuck off if you don't like it

1. Eddie always humming some metal or rock songs, most times without even realising it (that's how Steve learns all the great bands)

2. When Eddie finally graduates, Hellfire throws him a party and honours him with a framed picture of him and "Hail to thee our infantry, still brave eyond the grave"

3. No but seriously, they definetly honoured him post mortem

4. There is this black stray cat in the neighbourhood who keeps scratching at his door so Eddie feeds it and adopts it eventually

5. He names it Ozzy because it once brought him a dead bat as a present and Eddie still a little uncomfortable around bats almost pees his pants because no way his cat just helped him deal a little better with that trauma

6. Ozzy becomes his mental support animal from then

7. That cat is a little sceptical about the kids at first but as soon as Dustin enters, it won't let go of him because let's be honest Dustin is so Eddie's son

8. Eddie is convinced that Ozzy can read his mind

9. Or that Ozzy is from the Upside Down which freaks him out a little but untill now Ozzy hasn't tried to slaughter him in his sleep so he gets comfortable eventually

10. Eddie and Steve move together in a cute little house

11. Corroded Coffin goes on tour one day and of course Eddie takes Steve with him but the kids (who are no longer kids but it doesn't matter) won't let both of their parents "leave them alone to rot in the town" so they all join and Steve has a little breakdown because ge will end up being a babysitter again and he's not okay with that

12. Of course he is, he loves his children

13. Ozzy can't be left behind and in the end the tour bus is stuffed with people

14. The kids are Corroded Coffin's biggest fans and love to brag about how they know all members personally

15. Eddie doesn't throw his guitar pick during concerts, he hands out dices - just for the flavor

16. He will happily sign anything for you with "The Munson Killer" if you ask him about the homicides during autograph session

17. Yes, his name was cleared by the government pretty fast after the earthquake but people are still a little uncomfortable around him - he takes it with humour

18. Since its the 90s where you can only be subtly gay, Steve and Eddie get pseudo married in Mike and El's yard in autumn after the tour ends - Argyle comes down to Hawkins to be their wedding officiant (they don't regret a single moment during the ceremony, it was hilarious) Robin ist Steve's Maid of Honour and Eddie asks Nancy because honestly, Nancy may have had eyes for Steve for a while when Jonathan was back but she saw the looks Eddie and him exchanged when they thought the other one wasn't watching and that tension so she eventually sat Eddie down and told him to ask Steve out and they kind of bonded over the years after that because in the end there is an understanding among those who love Steve Harrington

19. Steve gifts Eddie Metallica cards as their 'honeymoon' - Eddie cries for half an hour

20. He pays Steve back by slamming adoption papers on the kitchen table on their anniversary in 2006 with the words "You got me everything I could dream of back then. My turn. Bam."

22. Eddie and Steve got properly married in 2014 when same-sex marriage became legal again, surrounded by their three kids and their kids with their own children - "Why do I feel so old, Eddie?" "Because you are old. Now smile for the pictures, Grandpa!"

24. And yes, of course they had very exhausting negotiations about the number of kids they'd have

#stranger things #headcanon series mrslectermoriarty #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steddie #music #corroded coffin #eddie lives #because i said so #steve harrington

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Congratulations on 1k!!! I neeeeed lavendar haze with your thoughts of Eddie as a cat dad!!!!

thank you!! <3 and oh my gosh, this is such an adorable thought i might melt. please bare with me, though, as this is my first time ever doing a headcanon of sorts <3

1k celebration - come party with me!

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first of all, eddie is 100% a cat person over a dog person. i'm sorry, i don't make the rules.

he likes their energy, and he respects the way that they don't constantly invade your space like a dog does (although he does love to pet the occasional puppy like the rest of us)

when he first becomes a cat dad, it is completely by accident

it's storming outside when he hears the meows at first, barely audible over the thunder

when his curiosity finally gets the best of him, he opens the trailer's front door to a small calico cat, fur drenched and all skin and bones (and fur)

he isn't even given a moment to make a decision on whether or not to let her in; she strolls right up to him, rubbing her wet fur all over his pajama pants before slinking right past him into the trailer

wayne isn't home yet and eddie starts shitting bricks at the thought of what his uncle will say

but then he gets the cat dry and her fur is so soft

and when he sits on the couch, she wastes no time hopping up onto his lap and curling up comfortably. she's been purring since the moment she weasled her way into the trailer

he indulges, and by the time wayne gets home, he's already named her and decided to keep her

her name is stormy, based on the weather and the dominant grey in her fur pattern

wayne tries to fight it but ends up losing once the cat also starts to love on him. he's a goner. after a long lecture on responsibility, the munsons decide to formally welcome a third member into their household.

eddie has to learn what a lint roller is because her fur immediately gets all over his dark clothing

he becomes one of the people that just accepts that he has his pet all over him

they also have to start vacuuming and dusting more often or else they both start sneezing

stormy becomes a full blown lap cat, always waiting patiently for one of the munson men to settle down for her to immediately curl into their laps as they relax after long days

eddie finds out from a book from the library that petting cats actually has been scientifically proven to relieve stress and wayne never hears the end of it

she's great, and lovable, and even when eddie wakes up to a face full of fur, he doesn't regret opening the door that night

it doesn't stop with stormy, though

when the month of october rolls around and stormy munson has been around for well over a year, eddie notices a black stray cat hanging around the trailer park

which is fine, except it's a black cat. and it's halloween. and last week, he saw a similar black cat get deliberately hit by one of the jocks who screamed out their window something about "bad luck"

he also hears one of the old ladies talking about the way black cats get 'sacrificed' around this time of year. how people will go out of their way to hurt them. it's terrible, and it has eddie giving extra head scratches to the unnamed black cat whenever he goes outside to smoke

when he eventually brings it up to wayne, all the old man says as he strokes stormy in his lap is 'we're not taking in another stray, boy. drop it.'

but at this point, eddie has already named the cat, and even bought a goddamn collar that matches stormy's. name tag and everything. ozzy. ozzy munson was the cat's name, eddie had decided.

the night he brings in ozzy, he expects wayne to be at work already.

he isn't.

he immediately throws a spare slipper at eddie and yells for him to 'take that cat back outside!', but in surprise, eddie drops ozzy to the floor of their trailer

stormy is there in an instant, and both men are waiting in suspense to see if they'll like each other. when stormy suddenly begins to lick and groom the other cat, wayne lets out a terribly long sigh.

safe to say, ozzy is the fourth member of the trailer.

eddie spoils them, using what money he has to spare on toys and treats and even a giant cat tree he manages to fit into his room because 'they like to feel tall, wayne!'

while stormy always liked to sleep by eddie's face, ozzy prefers the end of the bed

he's a menace every time eddie shifts his feet below the covers and immediately attacks them. the first few times it was cute. it stops being cute when one of his bites on eddie's toes finally brings blood. he nearly kicks the cat across the room on instinct before he remembers it's ozzy, his sweet, menacing, terrible, playful ozzy.

for a while, eddie refers to ozzy as a boy. but eventually, him and wayne decide to save up enough to take them to the vet, make sure they have their shots (especially since ozzy is growing into a biter when he gets too playful) and such

he gets a look from the receptionist for taking in a female stray and a male stray, and lectures eddie on how he should have immediately brought them in for spay and neuter

as it turns out, though, there was never any need - ozzy is a girl.

wayne jokes that they'll have to change her name now, but eddie just shakes his head

"ozzy is still a badass name for a girl, old man"

ozzy and stormy are confirmed to be up to date with their shots, and after paying a painfully large vet bill for what felt like just a whole lot of nothing, the munson men get to take their girls back home.

when they pull up to the trailer park, eddie spots another stray wondering, and wayne immediately turns to him

"do not get any ideas, boy. two is plenty."

by the next week, eddie has already named the large tabby garfield. matching collar and all.

#1k celebration #this was fun!!!#hopefully it's what you're looking for <3 #thank u ily #eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie munson headcanon

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