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over--and-out · 2 years

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To Keep You Safe

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Summary: After being physically bullied, Eddie finds you hiding. He decides to take care of you before taking care of your abusers, but his methods of care, you notice, tend to be rather sweet.

Warnings: Spoilers for season 4 but not really, physical assault, bullying, mentions of vomit, blood, homophobic behavior, mention of homophobic slurs, Chrissy bullies you and Eddie so she doesn't get bullied, Eddie gets physically aggressive, this wasn't proofread so plz don't expect perfect grammar, if I missed a warning please comment it below politely

This was written at 4:30 in the morning while I was half asleep, please don't be mean about my writing-

You could feel it in your chest, that ache that only grew until it swallowed every breath you took. You could taste bile and blood in the back of your throat and you couldn't tell if it was blood or tears covering your face.

Hiding in the janitor's closet was not the most ideal way to spend your science period, but Mr. Willow took one look at you and decided to dismiss your absence.

This wasn't the first time you've been discriminated against, and it almost certainly wouldn't be the last.

Sniffling and wiping your face, you only succeeded in smearing whatever was on your face and not wiping it off.

You couldn't help but flinch when you heard the crack of the doorknob turning, your gaze snapping up only to meet the concerned gaze of the one and only Eddie Munson. Immediately, he was at your side, his hands hovering over your body before speaking gently. "Where does it hurt?" As if it was second nature, your fingers drifted up to prod at the side of your nose, a small hiss escaping you and tears brimming in your eyes at the pain that blossomed there. He nodded and with his index finger to your jaw, he turns your head and looks over your nose. "Yup. You're definitely going to die. Such a shame."

Your brows furrowed, confusion blooming all throughout your being. He sighs and shakes his head, taking your hand and with a dramatic wail, he throws his head back.

"OH, how I'll miss you! I'll avenge you, I swear of it! Justice will come to your name-" "Eddie.." Your voice broke as you uttered his name, slowly drawing his attention before he flashes you that signature smile of his. You continued. "W-What are you doing?" He shrugs, ghosting his knuckles over your cheek in a fond way before resting his hand on your shoulder.

"Oh, y'know. I have to declare your condition, since of course I'm legally a doctor." His sarcasm was so obvious that it almost made him look silly, but you could tell what he was doing. "Yep, that's a grade A boo-boo. I declare a kiss to make it better." A small smile escapes you, his voice managing to calm your nerves. He was always able to manage that, calming you down.

"Yeah, but seriously, I need to get you to the nurse. Do you want it straight up or do you want to wait to go to the nurse?" His tone was a bit more serious now, but it was still lighthearted. A small whine escaped you; you didn't want to even think about the damage that Jason had done.

"L-Later," you mumbled. Eddie nodded, gently winding his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into a hug. One of his hands drifted to your head, his fingers threading through your hair as the other hand rested on the small of your back.

You tensed up a bit at the action, your nerves still on edge from the encounter you'd had.

But you knew Eddie would never hurt you. That was something you knew for certain.

He was a rather intense person for people who didn't know him, but it's almost surprising how much he settles down for people he cares about. Especially you, his boyfriend for a running three years now, going on four. He cared very deeply for you, and you could see the genuine love he had for you every time he simply looked at you.

Your presence brought a smile to his face, the genuine and authentic one that could light up a room. He would often get bullied for his smile, called creepy, but nobody quite understood the authenticity like you did.

His gentle voice brought you out of your thoughts, lips coming to press a kiss to your temple before he pulled away from the hug but keeping his arms around you. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, the strands sticking to the blood dried there. His presence comforted you enough to loosen up; he was somebody you trusted with your being.

"I-It was Jason. He just..." You paused, making Eddie tilt his head and brush his thumb across your cheek. "Come back to me, sweetheart," he softly spoke. You nodded and held one of his hands with both of your own, a way to ground yourself.

"Jason started calling me sick. Saying I had a disease and laughing about it. I... I hated it, but I stayed quiet. Then he started calling me a..." You shook your head, not even wanting to utter the word. You could see the understanding on Eddie's face. You knew he wouldn't force you to say it, or even be upset if you did. You noticed rather quickly that Eddie didn't care what you said, as long as you were genuine about your phrases.

"It bothered me, but again, I could ignore it. I was just waiting for you. Then Jason brought you up..." Eddie's brows furrowed and he scooched forward a bit, his knees touching yours. "Chrissy even said that she agreed, that you were a freak and that it was obvious you had to be a 'flamer.'" A sigh escaped you and you found yourself leaning into Eddie's space, your head subconsciously resting on your boyfriend's shoulder. He brings his hand up to run it up and down your back, once again kissing your temple.

"I told him to stop... That he could talk about me all day but to leave you out of it..."

"Sweetheart, you know I can handle myself."

"But I hate hearing it. You don't deserve it at all. All I told Jason was to leave you alone, and he decided to shove me into a locker." You whined, your grip tightening on him. "He grabbed my hair and... Bashed my face into the locker." You could feel Eddie tense up at the mention, leaning back and running his thumb over your cheek as he looked over your face again. A deep sigh left his chest and you could almost feel the anger radiate off of him. Eddie had always been laid back and overall a very chill person, but he was also protective too. It took a lot to piss him off, but touching you was something that would do it instantly.

He decided to push his anger down. That could wait, what was more important to him was you sitting there hurt and traumatized.

He sighs softly, pulling you into another hug and you didn't hesitate to cling to him as tight as you could.

"I love you, but please don't do that again. If he's a dick, ignore him. And if he tries to piss you off, find a teacher or me, or somebody."

"Eddie..." Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper as your fingers fisted into the leather of his jacket.

"I'll handle it, sweetheart. Don't try to worry yourself, let's just get you patched up."

He pulled away and took your hand, helping you stand before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and gently steering you to the nurse's office. He was cracking small jokes the entire way there, stopping and pulling away from you for a moment so he could dramatically trip over a gym bag that was thrown in the hallway next to an empty desk. When you reached the nurse's office, you held his hand and kept your attention on him as he tried his best to be helpful. Unfortunately the nurse found him annoying and sent him back to his class period. He refused at first, but the nurse had the gall to threaten to suspend you for 'provoking a fight.' Aggravated and feeling defeated, Eddie gave you his leather and denim jacket for comfort before obliging to her commands.

Or that's what he said he would do.

"Hey, Clydesdale!" Eddie's voice rang out throughout the cafeteria as he made quick strides to the athlete's table. Jason looked up, obviously offended at the name before he scoffed. "Got something to say, dip?" He shook his head, as if Eddie wouldn't do anything.

"I'll do more than fucking say something, you damn mung." Jason was quick to stand up when he heard the aggression in Eddie's voice, deciding to harshly shove Eddie backwards. "Yeah? The fuck are you gonna do, freak?" Eddie didn't even give a response before his fist clashed with Jason's face, sending the athlete to the ground and causing a collective gasp from the crowd that began to gather. Eddie shook his hand a bit, the force of the punch causing a small cramp in his hand. An added bonus to those beautiful rings you loved so much, they gave punches that added kick.

Leaning down and grabbing a fist full of blonde hair, Eddie leaned down and his voice hissed through his teeth with the click of his tongue. "That was just my warning. You lay a hand on him again, and you know what you did, I'll do more than give you a little kitten lick. Y'know, since all I'm known as is being a monstrosity." He shoved Jason's face to the floor, wiping his hands off on his dark jeans.

"Eddie!" Your sweet voice immediately brought a smile to his face as he wrapped you in a hug. You were now in your last period, which you don't share with him, but Eddie wouldn't let that stop him.

"Hey, how are you feeling sweetheart? You're not dead yet, I see." You smiled softly at his words and buried your face into his chest. He gently poked at the bandage on your nose, tilting his head with furrowed brows.

"She had to relocate my noss, and that hurt like a bitch, but it stopped bleeding and I'm all cleaned up now. Jason won't even look at me now so that's a good thing." Eddie smirked and stepped back so that he could give you a dramatic bow.

"Thanks to yours truly." His voice had that lilt to it that it normally did when he was pleased with himself and you could only give a small laugh. You were almost shocked that he had done something bad enough to scare Jason away, but Eddie was Eddie. He left Jason alone until he had to step in.

"You're ridiculous, Eds."

"But you love me~"

"Indeed I do." At your words, Eddie smirks and leans down to steal a kiss. You could tell that he was wound up with the way he chased your lips when you pulled away, but the bell rang and Ms. Barkley had threatened to hit him with an English textbook.

The beginning of last period was something that left you feeling better about the day, getting your affection in with Eddie before watching him yelp while he attempted to dodge Ms. Barkley and the wrath of her English book.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things eddie #fanfic #eddie munson x male reader #eddie plz marry me #eddie is hot #eddie stranger things #eddie deserves better #chrissy bullies you and him #eddie munson is gay #mlm #gay

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rosstrytobe · 5 days

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People being surprise by Oliver saying we were in Buck pov when What a man started to play while seeing Eddie like...

I always knew we were in Buck pov and that was he's bi awakening 😎

#oliver stark #interview #what a time to be alive #buddie #buddie endgame #911 abc #buck pov #pov evan buckley #what a man #i mean #eddie is hot #eddie diaz #bi awakening

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groupielove21 · 2 years

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Eddie and Steve be like

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wisedumptruck · 9 days

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I'm currently on season 5 of 911 and I did NOT see what people were on about buddie chemistry until ep 13/14 of season 4.

Also eddie is HOT this season!!

Like DAMN

#buddie #eddie x buck #eddie is hot #911 on fox #911 season 5

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allthings-writing · 2 years

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Capital 'P' for Platonic

Summary: After being friends with Eddie for so long, you discover you have fallen in love with him. It wasn't on purpose, and now it's hard to ignore the feelings.

tags: Eddie x Fem!reader, friends to lovers, fluff

•word count: 1.4K

You didn’t mean to fall in love with him. You swear. And that’s the problem about the whole situation if you’re finally admitting it. After being friends with him for four years, you know very well that platonic with a capital ‘P’ as Robin likes to say, is all the relationship will be.

How could you not get attached to Eddie Munson? The guitar lovin’, metal head bangin’, Dungeon and Dragons lovin’ giggling long haired goofball.

The winter in Hawkins this year has been extreme and it seems as if the winter chill never leaves your bones (unless you’re with Eddie). The baseball shirt that displayed the words “Hellfire Club” with a hand drawn demon like creature clung to your frigid frame as you began the walk into school. Knowing Eddie would be ‘hyped up’ (as Mike and Dustin say) today because the campaign was almost finished made you feel giddy. It was always a good day when Eddie had that one smile you particularly loved. The one that actually reached his eyes, and caused his nose to scrunch in a way that you hoped to never forget. Yea, that smile.

You had just finished placing your books in their correct place in the locker when you heard his soft voice come from your right.

“Are you ready for tonight Princess of Darkness” Eddie spoke in an excited tone. “Do you even know me at all, Dungeon Master? The Princess of Darkness is always ready, even for this sadistic campaign you have created” you ended the sentence with a breathy laugh, finally turning to the side to see him. His silver gothic ring set was worn on his fingers which were also tapping an unfamiliar beat, probably a song he was working on for Corroded Coffin. You were both wearing the Hellfire Club shirt, except his was a little more frayed on the edges due to time. Paired with black rip jeans and Dr.Martens that you knew he saved up for. There it is. The warmth from Eddie that always seemed to surround him, and in turn invaded your body without any fight. Seeing Eddie in the morning was seeing the sun after a week long of rain; something you could never get tired of.

“Whoa, whoa you’re freezing, what have I told you about wearing that heavier coat and the gloves. C’mon Y/N I can’t have my best girl get sick right before we finally end this semester-long campaign!” Ed states after gently taking your hands into his and holding both near his chest. You wondered if that was the only reason he didn’t want you getting sick? Because he was afraid of having to postpone the game, or if there was more to it?

“Don’t worry too much about me Eddie, it’s just colder today and I was running late for school after staying up way too late last night. I blame you for that too Munson, since I was listening to the mixtape you made me” you say with an evident teasing tone that makes Eddie slightly glares at you. “Fine, I’ll just stop making you mixtapes then. Your sleep is more important anyway” he says in a tone that almost seems angry, but looking into his chocolate colored eyes exposes he is also teasing. You move your hand from his, and before he gets the chance to look upset, you close your locker and grab onto his upper bicep “C’mon, we have to get to class so you can actually graduate this year, I really do want to see you give everyone the bird."

“I already told you this will be my year Y/N”

Both of you begin to walk towards the chemistry class you share.

It was 8:00pm at night and the campaign still wasn’t finished. You didn’t know if you were upset at Eddie or impressed by his script writing. Vecna was back and it seemed like this might take all year long to complete. Dustin and Mike had already left– not before having a ‘top secret conversation with the Dungeon Master himself– along with the others leaving behind Eddie and you. Eddie walks in front of you to grab the door before you in order to hold it open, his body blocking most of the cold air before the chill can reach you. “See sweetheart, this is why you should have brought that winter coat” he states while turning his head to see you behind him. There’s a new emotion in his eyes that you try to decipher in the short period his eyes met yours. Concern? Worry? You didn’t know.

“It’s okay Munson, I am going straight home, and it’s really not that bad out here” your words travel through the night air, “really Eddie, I’ll be fine I promise” you add in a more reassuring tone knowing the disproving look he is now giving you. “I would just feel better if you didn’t ride that bike to school in the middle of winter, what if you freeze to death on it?!” he exclaimed.

“Sorry Eds but that’s all I have” you laugh while reaching for your mode of transportation.

“You could ride with me” he mumbles quietly as if saying the words would cross an imaginary line between you two.

“What did you say” you now are focused on him and not the bike, whispering the words in a hush tone mirroring him.

“Well I- I just don’t… don’t really see the point of you being stuck on that thing for twenty minutes when you could just get in the van” he’s now looking down at his boots and twisting the rings around his fingers, a habit you know he does when nervous “obviously you don’t have to… I- I would never force you into anything” he finishes out, now gazing up at you with apprehension.

“I mean, I would really appreciate that Eddie, but what if someone sees me going back to your place… they would think we're dating now or something” you end with an awkward laugh looking up at him.

He takes a deep breath and grabs both of your hands and brings them up to his chest mimicking his actions from earlier today “would that really be the worst thing sweetheart” he whispers.

You take a step back from him, not liking how vulnerable you feel at this moment, “Eddie that’s not funny if you’re trying to make a joke” you say in a louder tone than previously used.

“Y/N… Y/N I’m not joking. I’ve been crushing on you probably ever since that day you poured your drink on Jason. I ju- I just didn’t know how to tell you and I always thought that you and Steve would get together, but then Dustin told me tonight I should just go for it and well, I- I guess this is me trying to ‘going for it’ as Henderson said.” He has a shy smile on his face when he ends his confession ramble. He goes to takes a step towards you and opens his arms while trying to hide how absolutely scared shitless he is right now.

“Eds” you say and take a step into his embrace “I have been sweet on you since you gave me that handmade Hellfire shirt, I didn’t- I just didn’t know how to say anything, and I would rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all” finally accepting that wherever this conversation leads you, everything will be different afterwards. Perhaps platonic with a capital ‘P’ didn’t describe you guys after all.

“So then we’ve come to a conclusion, Princess of Darkness, you’re riding with me from now on” he laughs out while guiding you to where he parked. “And from now on, you can just listen to all the mixtapes I make you in my trailer.”

You hop into his van without putting up any quick witted comment, and the heat begins to run as Eddie starts the car. The chill of the winter escapes your bones, and is replaced by the comforting gaze of his eyes looking at you.

“I mean, how can I argue with the Dungeon Master” you giggle out.

“Since you’re not in the mood to argue with me, add boyfriend to the list of nicknames you have for me” Eddie states with a smirk playing on his lips.

You definitely don’t disagree on that.

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spookycookie · 2 years

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I think we can all relate

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie is hot #the hellfire club #eddie the freak munson #stranger things 4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson st4 #joseph quinn

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deddiemylove · 2 years

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eddie munson head-cannons

warnings: none

a/n: this has not been proof read so sorry for any mistakes

THIS IS ALL MY OPINION

•definitely has undiagnosed ADHD

•this man gets so frustrated brushing his hair, sometimes he would just give up and walk around his trailer with the brush just there and on school mornings his hair would not be cooperating and he would hit him self in the head with the brush and go to school with his hair a mess and in an extremely bad mood. (i got this idea from someone, too scared to mention them idk why, but credits to you)

•he is one of those people to get a rubik’s cube with full confidence on solving it then end up ripping it apart and putting it back together.

•i think he would have a swearing problem. in casual conversation would just say the most aggressive curse word as if it were nothing, and wouldn’t notice. basically just swears uncontrollably.

•winks at random people for fun or after making a smart-ass comment. honestly just as sarcasm or something

•got scolded by his uncle at some point for writing a song lyric or something on his bedroom wall with a sharpie

•school lunch? never brings one and never buys one. he probably just steals bits and pieces off one of his friends trays that’s next to him.

•HAS A REALLY PRETTY SIGNATURE. LIKE HE PROBABLY PRACTICED FOR WHEN HE GETS FAMOUS ONE DAY.

• not a morning person. probably only gets up around 1:00 -2:30 on days there is no school. when there is school? most likey right when it starts or a bit after.

•you know that thing kids do when they get in trouble with their parents and they go to their room, quietly close the door and silently curse their parents out, give them the finger behind the door, all that stuff? well eddie has probably done that at least once after an argument with his uncle.

•unconditionally loves the color red.

•holes in ALL of his socks.

•steals little things. if he is at someones house and they have like a pen or something useless, common and replaceable out in the open, he will slip it into his pocket and take it.

•can he cook? absolutely not. does he try? yes. does he set the smoke detector off a billion times? most certainly does.

•he has read lord of the rings over and over and over and over. absolutely loves it.

•wears eyeliner to his shows at the hideout. he is AMAZING at eyeliner.

MIGHT MAKE A PART 2

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie munson headcanons #eddie stranger things #stranger things headcanons #i love eddie munson #eddie the hero #eddie the hero munson #eddie is hot #long live eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #hawkins #the hero of hawkins #the upside down #eddie the freak munson

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eddiemunsonsreallvr · 2 years

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i am so scared for tomorrow that at this point i would even be sad if mike dies. 😧

#mike wheeler hate club #byler #stranger things 4 #eddie is hot #will and mike #im scared

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blackpinkinurarea11 · 2 years

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The parallels of this 😍 my 2 favorite things right now!

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calcifersbrain · 2 years

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Eddie Munson playlist!

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie the freak munson #playlist #spotify #music #80s metal #steve harrington #mike wheeler #st vecna #hellfire club #eddie is hot

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over--and-out · 2 years

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eddie and reader getting matching tattoos/giving each other stick and pokes?

Yes yes yes yes a million times yes

Your Initials

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Also thia picture of Eddie is everything

Summary: When Eddie asks you to get matching tattoos, you didn't realize what you were getting yourself into.

Warnings: use of needles, not sanitary tattoos, Eddie doesn't give a fuck honestly, mans is kind of horny, fluff fluff fluff, tooth rotting fluff

"Sweetheart?" His hand ran up and down your back gently, a cigarette between his lips and a can of root beer in his hand. He was splayed back against the couch and you, quite the opposite, were hunched forward working on a piece of art for the D&D campaign. The warm feeling of his hand roving over your back continued to fuel your motivation for the piece until he spoke suddenly and determined. "We should tattoo each other." The words surprised you a bit and your gaze snapped to him.

Eddie, who's messy and curly brown hair was splayed out around his head where he was laying on the couch. Who wore nothing but his flannel red pants with his tattoos on display. Eddie who smelled like faint cigarette smoke and cologne that's long been worn off. Eddie, who's dark brown eyes stared at you with that genuine love that you knew only he could show.

"Eddie, that's... A big step."

"Oh, I know sweetheart. 'S why I asked." He smirked slyly, tilting his head as he took a drag of the cigarette. As if it just occurred to him, he quickly shot back. "We don't have to if you don't want to though, I just thought it would be cool. As in... The idea, ya know..." He was now blushing and you laughed softly as you gently set your hand on his cheek. "Just thought it would be cool, y'know," he repeated and you gently kissed his nose to shush him.

"I think we should."

And with that, you were laying on your back as Eddie set up the tattoo gun. He was focused, his hands working skillfully and he stuck his tongue out in concentration. "I'm gonna be completely honest with you baby, I've seen how to do this but I've never done it." Without moving his head, he looked up at you and your face flushed a bit as you lifted your head to look at him in return. You sat up and gently rubbed his bare shoulder. "Yeah... I've got to say the same."

Eddie smirked. "Well then I guess we're both botching the jobs tonight." You laughed and playfully smacked his arm and he laughed too in return. "Where do you want yours?" Once again only glancing at you with his eyes. You hummed in thought before snorting and under your breath mumbling, 'my dick.'

Eddie tried to hold in the laugh. He really did. But, he failed miserably and choked on a laugh. He ran his hand down his face. "Son of a bitch, you can not just say that so casually." You shook your head with a laugh and Eddie flopped back into the couch, his brown curls swinging. "How 'bout you do me first?" He offered the gun and you nodded, looking up at him expectantly. He thought for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek before nodding slowly. He pointed to his v-line, rather low in fact. "How about here?" Your brows furrowed and you looked at him as if he was insane.

"Bitch that's gonna hurt-" you exclaimed and he laughed almost knowingly.

"Don't care, it's gonna be one sweet little tattie. 'Specially if your pretty hands are the ones painting it on my skin." You couldn't help the blush that rose on your face. He smiled and ran his fingers through your hair before gripping the strands at the back of your head. The action drew your eyes to his deep brown ones. "Lay it on me, baby."

"You sure, Eds?" You asked and turned on the gun, making him laugh.

"Oh no, not at all whatsoever. I have no tattoos and it would absolutely ruin my flawless skin." His sarcastic tone had you shaking your head before you leaned down, kissing the lower part of his stomach where the tattoo would be before you laid the needle down onto his skin.

A small flinch came from him as he groaned, but you tried not to let it distract you. Your eyes were focused on his skin and his eyes were focused on every small movement you made. He bit his lip and tilted his head, his body enjoying this more than he should have. The way the needle bit into his skin at the control of your hand had a feeling blooming in his chest that almost felt unfamiliar. It was such a sweet and somber feeling and he was ecstatic to have a piece of you permanently etched onto his body.

The needle followed the natural curves of his body, the defined shape of his v-line and the scripture in your nicest handwriting made a very nice addition to the rest of his tattoos. He had a soft smile on his face during the times he wasn't wincing at certain sensitive spots. You'd wipe it off with a wettened paper towel and he'd flinch a bit, but immediately would go back to watching you in content.

The atmosphere of his dark room at midnight, lit only by the lamp at his bedside and the moonlight streaming in through the window. The cigarette smoke that swirled through the air and the couch that he had used as a bed more than once that he was leaned back against, the one he knew Wayne was going to ask him to move as soon as you left.

He didn't mind, he moved it in purely for extra lounging room. You'd sleep with him in his bed either way.

In the comfort of his cramped up room with m&m's and trash everywhere, you two could be yourselves. Boyfriends with nothing to do all day but love each other and do stupid things.

"There. All done." You gave it a final wipe with the paper towel, ink smudged on his skin but the tattoo was still readable. Your initials, clear as day going down his v-line. He smiled softly and ran his fingers through your hair.

"That's what I'm talking about, baby." He sounded ecstatic and his big brown eyes flicked to you as he smiled at you before leaning forward to kiss you. You hummed into his lips and kept the contact as he stood and you could feel the smile on his lips as you kissed. His hand came to your jaw and gave it a small affectionate rub before dropping back to his side. "My turn?" He smirked and you smiled with a nod as you handed the tattoo gun to him. With one hand he held it, with the other hand he opened some sort of ointment and put it on the fresh new tattoo. You were sure there was something wrong with that but it was Eddie, who had way more tattoos than you did, so you didn't question him.

"So, same place? Or should we find a better spot on this perfect canvas?" His voice drew out deep and gravelly as he rubbed your thigh gently and you laughed as you swatted him away.

"Maybe here?" You offered as you held up your wrist for him and he gave an exaggerated wince. "Ouch, you sure? That's an impressive feat if you can handle it sweetheart." He glanced at you for confirmation, to which you playfully rolled your eyes. "I can handle it."

With your words, he gently pat your wrist.

"If you say so, let me know when you're ready."

You nodded and got ready, taking the time to get some Yoo-Hoo from the fridge and some candy before you sat down on his bed and he sat down on the couch not too far away. He watched you, waiting and you offered your wrist once again. He set up the inks and the gun and you heard the signature buzzing that told you he was ready to get started. He took your wrist before kissing it and getting to work.

The needle stung. It made you wince but you had managed not to jerk away from your boyfriend's hold. Eddie offered a small 'good boy' before speaking more clearly without losing concentration. "Eat some candy, drink your drink. You're doin' good." You nodded to his words, using your free hand to run your fingers through his hair and he smiled at the action.

You'd briefly wondered if Eddie had done this before, if he lied about not doing it. His precision and focus told you he was lying, but knowing Eddie, he wouldn't lie. You've never heard him lie, he was known for his authenticity.

A sharp wince escaped you when he dragged the needle over one of your veins and he quickly rushed his words out. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, just... Candy, babe. Candy."

"Is that our safeword now?" You asked as you tried to smile. This only got a smile in return as Eddie wiggled his eyebrows.

"Sure, sweetheart." He glanced up momentarily as he moved the needle from your skin. You took his half-second break as an opportunity to kiss him and he gratefully returned it with a small laugh. "Okay okay, as much as I love the little kitten licks, I've gotta finish this." You pouted before agreeing and like that, he continued his masterpiece on your body.

It wasn't terrible like you figured it'd be. Eddie tried his best to make it as comfortable for you as possible and before you knew it he was done. He wiped your wrist off gently. "Take a look, sweetheart."

You looked at his handiwork, his initials scrawled across your wrist in the handwriting only he had. A smile lit up your face and Eddie leaned forward to kiss you. "You like it? It's amazing, right?" He asked and you kissed him.

"I love it, Eds. It's my favorite tattoo."

"It's your only tattoo."

"Shush! Let me be sentimental and corny."

Eddie laughed at your tone, leaning back on the couch and shaking his head. "This one is my favorite." His middle and index finger dragged up his v-line to the tattoo before they traced the lines and your face flushed at his intense gaze.

"I love it," you mumbled, looking at your wrist. "And I love you."

Eddie reached forward and took your wrist gently in his hold, pressing his lips to it and smudging a bit of the ink onto his lips. He was making his way onto the bed with you, pushing you down gently and pinning you with his weight on top of yours.

"I love you too, baby." He leaned down and kissed you, his hands gently running down your body before settling on your waist. "Let me show you how much I love you, yeah?" His smile was soft and loving, sweet in the way that only Eddie could be.

"Yeah," you responded. "I'd like that." With that, he leaned down and captured your lips in a fierce kiss.

#eddie munson #stranger things #fanfic #stranger things eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x male reader #fluff #stick and poke #eddie is hot #tooth rotting fluff

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maddwich · 2 years

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i have one take for u eddie lovers out there (i’m eddie lovers)

Messy Bun.

That is all.

#eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #eddie is hot #guys with long hair #literally down so bad #bring him back #simping for fictional characters

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iwishshecould · 2 years

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im crying, throwing up, sliding down a wall while holding a bottle of wine, i’m bringing a toaster with me to the bathroom while i run my bath water… WHAT THE FUCK!! i physically and emotionally can’t recover from what happened today. I need to be left alone for several days before i can get out of the house. i’m sick.

#hellfire club #hellfirefreak #eddie munson #edward munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things volume 2 #st4 vol2 #st4 #dustin henderson #eddie is hot #eddie munson is the love of my life #eddie munson is my boyfriend #rip eddie #wtf #i want to scream #i want to die #i’m on my knees

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22194isbestboy · 2 years

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hey there bbg i’m back

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #chip not dead arc for reals??!?1?12!{€>28]#eddie is hot

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hairmetal666 · 5 months

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Eddie's a mechanic, has a shop in Indy. It's only got two bays, but he owns it, he saved up the money, it's his. He runs it with Wayne, is building up a customer base. He loves it.

Within the year, a bakery opens up next door, separated from Eddie's shop by a narrow alley. He has a perfect view into the bakery's kitchen from the shop's office, and almost immediately catches a glimpse of the drop-dead gorgeous guy behind the mixing bowl. He's got sun-golden skin, swoopy brown hair, wide puppy dog eyes, the poutiest mouth, and a face dotted with freckles. Eddie gapes at him for a solid two-minutes, salivating over the bunch and pull of his muscles as he kneads a ball of dough. A wet dream come true.

Eddie's always sneaking glances at the shop next door, can't seem to keep his gaze off the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Over the next few months, he becomes familiar with this herd of kids that hang around the bakery at all hours. There's one, curly-haired and mouthy, who often makes the baker frown with his hands on his hips, but as soon as the boy walks away, the baker smiles all wide and fond.

It's a silly crush, no big deal. He has a weakness for brown-eyed pretty boys, so what? It's not like he's going to do anything crazy, like make a move.

It's past midnight, a few months after the bakery opens, and Eddie's in his little office, doing the monthly accounting. He's exhausted, tired of calculators and numbers, when a flash of light catches at the corner of his eye. He blinks a few times, sure it's the exhaustion setting in, but it doesn't go away.

Instead, there's a light on over at the bakery. It's a kitchen light, and the baker is standing at the stainless steel counter, looking unlike Eddie's ever seen. His hair is a soft wave, swooping onto his forehead. He wears grey sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt. Tonight, his movements are less precise and practiced; he's slow and contemplative as he gathers ingredients and mixing bowls.

It's been long enough Eddie should look away, but he forgets that it isn't a dream, that he's actually watching the baker roll up his sleeves as he whisks. It's inevitable that, eventually, the baker catches Eddie staring. He just smiles, though, and waves. Eddie manages to return the greeting before awareness smacks him in the face, and he flees the office and the building in acute embarrassment.

They share waves after that. Smiles. Laughter once when Eddie's reading over an invoice and walking, smacks face-first into the doorframe. Eye rolls after the baker gets into an impassioned argument with the curly-haired boy, one that involves a copious amount of thrown flour.

They exchange waves and smiles and goofy expressions, and it shouldn't escalate further, but one day Eddie steps into the shop's waiting room to find the curly-haired boy sitting behind the reception desk, flipping through Eddie's new dnd guide.

"What." Eddie says.

"You," says the boy. He's pointing and glaring and Eddie is a little scared.

"Me?"

"You like dnd?"

He hopes his sigh of relief isn't audible. "Best DM this town has ever seen." He postures and smirks.

"Doubt it," the boy says.

Eddie lets out an offended squeak, dramatically smashes his hand over his heart. "Insulted! Maligned! In my own place of business! Oh!" He falls into a dramatic swoon.

The boy snickers. "I'm Dustin," he says.

"Eddie." They shake hands and Eddie does not laugh at how overly serious this is all is. "Sir Dustin, what brings you to my fine establishment?"

Dustin shrugs. "Steve."

"Steve?"

Dustin rolls his eyes. "The bakery."

"Oh," Eddie says. Steve. The baker is Steve.

He's having a little trouble breathing, sure he's done something wrong, a distinct feeling of doom settling on his shoulders. "Why?"

"He won't stop talking about the mechanic next door but refuses to introduce himself. Plus, I saw your D20 tattoo the other day."

Eddie's barely hearing him, reeling over the knowledge that Steve talks about him to his gaggle of children. He barely hears the rest of the conversation, but the next day Dustin shows up with the rest of the kids, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, Erica, Will.

They're loud, chaotic, wild, and somehow--before they leave--they've coerced him into running a one-shot for them. They come by in twos and threes for the rest of the week, eating all the snacks in the waiting room mini-fridge and talking at him and Wayne as they work.

It's Friday, it's sweltering, he's closing the shop for the night with the top of his coveralls hanging off hips, his sweat soaked undershirt tossed behind a tool chest. He steps into the waiting area and nearly jumps out of his skin to find a man there, holding a plastic container.

Steve.

"H--hi," he stutters. And fuck, he's shirtless. He's standing in front of Steve for the first time and his nipples are out. This is it, the moment he finally dies of embarrassment.

Steve's eyes are locked on Eddie's torso for a few seconds too long, cheeks flushing. He blinks, finally looking at Eddie's face. "I'm Steve. From the--the bakery next door?" He points. "I--uh--I wanted to stop by and apologize?"

"What?" Eddie asks. There's too much happening for him to keep up.

"Um, the kids?"

And Eddie can't fathom why he needs to apologize, can only stare at Steve in confused disbelief.

"It's just. They can be kind of a handful. I used to babysit Mike and the whole group of them started following me around, and--Anyway, I think Dustin took it upon himself to try to introduce us. I've been wondering where they keep disappearing off to, and Max told me today that they're here with you, and I thought I probably owed you an apology. You're trying to work and I know they can be a bunch of shitheads, and oh my god, I'm rambling, I really am turning into Robin, Jesus Christ."

Eddie is fucked. Oh he's so fucked. He's charmed, endeared, can't stop smiling at Steve who is somehow even more beautiful up close.

"I forgive you," Eddie says. "They're nice kids."

Steve lets out a hard breath. "They are, huh?" He smiles. "Don't let them hear you say that. You'll never get a moment's peace. And they shouldn't have been over here bothering you, anyway."

"It wasn't a bother. Though, they did eat all my snacks and swindle me into running a one-shot for them. Still not sure how that happened."

Steve laughs and his eyes crinkle at the corner. So fucked. So fucked. "I should've known that you play that game of theirs."

"Aw, not a dnd fan, Stevie?"

Steve blushes. "It's--there's a lot of math."

Eddie laughs, already knows he's never getting over this one. "You bake professionally."

"It's different?" Steve laughs. "Fine, fine! You got me, it's not my thing."

"Bet I could change your mind," Eddie says. He doesn't mean to be flirting, can't stop himself.

"I bet you could," Steve agrees. He moves his hand, like maybe he's going to run it through his swoop of hair, then seems to remember he's holding baked goods. "Oh, uh, please take these cupcakes as my apology for accidentally saddling you with my group of semi-feral children."

"You're already forgiven, but I'll never say no to a cupcake."

"You should stop by the shop tomorrow, then" Steve says. "On the house."

"You've already given me these." He wiggles the cupcakes in Steve's pretty face.

"I only save the free samples for the hottest customers." Steve does run a hand through his hair now, and it's dorky as fuck, but Eddie still feels like he's died and this is heaven. "See you tomorrow?"

Eddie can only nod as Steve backs out of the office with a cheeky little wave.

He goes to the bakery the next day, sure he just let his crush get away from him and imagined the entire interaction with Steve. Except, when he walks in, Steve smiles all big and pretty in his little blue apron, invites Eddie back to the kitchen.

And if they share their first kiss against the stainless steel countertops, it's between them, Wayne, and all the kids who spy on them from the shop's office window.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #mechanic eddie munson #baker steve harrington #ficlet #fluff #meet cute #mutual pining #matchmaker dustin henderson #longing glances #dustin is sick of hearing steve talk about the hot mechanic next door but never making a move #dustin makes it for him #the party are a bunch of well-meaning menances #for some reason insomnia is an intrinsic part of steve's character even in an au

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