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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Pretty boy

⚠️ real smutty feels, sub Eddie! Pretty boy/mommy ( also kind of a sugar momma?)

Eddie is very fem in this fic. He wears skirts, panties and likes his make up done, so if you don't like that I do not recommend reading :)

You look better in that dress than I do

Imagining you wearing white, saying, "I do"

Y/N and Eddie were fooling around at the mall. Giggling and laughing as they looked through the racks. That's when she saw it, a gorgeous white dress, knee length and flowy. She grabbed it off the rack

"baby I need to try this on!" She squealed. Her boyfriend following her to the fitting rooms.

Eddie waited outside the door as she changed. Slipping the dress on and smiling at her reflection. The dress fit her well. Tight in the right places and flowy at the bottom. She twirled in the mirror watching as the dress followed her movements.

"baby! Let me see!" Eddie said from behind the door.

She smiled and walked out. Spinning for her boyfriend. His eyes watched the dress.

"do you like it?" She giggled

"beautiful baby" he complimented, kissing her lips quickly

She watched as his eyes studied the dress

"you want to try it on, don't you pretty boy?"

His cheeks blushed red and he shyly nodded. She pulled him into the room, locking the door behind them.

She slipped off the dress, standing in her panties and bra.

"arms up baby" she demanded. Eddie put his arms in the air, she pulled his shirt off. Kissing his chest softly.

She unbuckled his jeans and helped him step out.

"beautiful soft boy" she whined, stepping back to look at Eddie's pale body, standing in just his lace panties.

She handed the dress over. Eddie smiled and quickly pulled it up his body.

Blushing as he looked in the mirror.

"look at how gorgeous you are my pretty boy" she smirked standing behind him, wrapping her arms around him, "you look better in that dress than I do"

Her hand slipped down to lift up the dress, tracing her finger tips over the front of his panties. He shuddered, whining and falling into her body

"I can just imagine you wearing this while saying I do, don't you baby? Standing there all pretty in white" she spoke seductively. Her hand slipping into the front of his panties. Gripping his cock in a tight grip and pumping him slowly.

"yes" he moaned, melting even further against her chest. One hand reaching behind him to push her ass against him. His eyes watched them in the mirror.

The dress pushed up as he held it against his stomach. He watched as she spit in her hand, pumping his cock again. She was twisting her fist around his tip. Her other hand reached up his chest and tugged on his nipples.

"you still watch me drain your cock with my hands and you will cum all over that mirror. Then we are going to buy this dress and go home where I can fuck you the way I want, understood?"

Eddie nodded fast, throwing a hand over his mouth to keep his moans quiet

"I don't think so baby. You better be loud. I want people to hear how much of a slut you are" she demanded. Pinching his nipples harder as he squirmed.

"fuck mommy" he whined. Head throwing back against her shoulder

"look at you in this dress. You like when mommy plays with your big cock when you dress up for her? You dress up only for me right? No one else?"

"yes mommy. Just you, no one else. I like to be pretty just for you" he could feel himself getting closer. Heavy breaths of air puffing out of his lips.

"good boy. Now show me how much of a pretty boy you are when you cum. Cum all over that mirror in your pretty dress" she jerked his cock into the direction of the mirror watching as he fell apart.

Before he knew it he was cumming with a loud moan. His cum shooting onto their reflection in the mirror. He gasped and rocked into her grip. Eyes rolling back as she latched her lips on his neck. His knees were shaking and his toes curled. He always was whiny when he came and being in public made him no different.

"good job pretty boy" she whispered as she pulled down his dress. Smacking him on the ass

"lets go buy you this dress" she smirked, throwing on her clothes and grabbing his. Walking out to the register.

Eddie took one last look at his cum on the mirror, blushing as he raced after her.

Lipstick on my neck, borrow my skirt, won't get it back

I'm obsessed, I've never met someone like you

She was moaning on Eddie's lap as his lips kissed her neck.

"making your pretty marks for me baby?" She asked.

"yes mommy"

Eddie's favorite thing to do was put on his mommy's red lipstick. Coating his lips then pressing his lips on her neck. Enjoying the marks of his lips that stained her skin.

He remembers when he first did it.

The way he blushed when she walked through the halls. His lipstick stains on her neck and disappearing down her tank top. Leaving to the imagination of just how far down the stains went.....and they went far. Guys and girls staring as she passed. Watching as she pushed Eddie against his locker and shoved her tongue down this throat

Eddie has done it every since. Enjoying how proudly she wore his lipstick stains, like they were a work of art ( 5sos referenced)

He also had a thing of stealing her clothes - especially her skirts

Eddie smiled at his reflection as he stood in his bedroom. Slipping on the skirt his girlfriend left on his bedroom floor. Twirling as the soft material flowed around his thighs. Bare underneath the thin material, his hard cock was easily seen through it. She watched from his doorway, he didn't notice her staring. A skirt she'll never get back. She smiled as his eyes caught hers, freezing in his spot as the lust clouded her vision. Gulping hard when she walked over to him, confident and head held high. He watched as she dropped to her knees, "hold your skirt up for me pretty boy" his cock twitched at the name and he lifted his skirt up fast. Bunching the material in a harsh grip as she sucked him off.

She was obsessed with Eddie Munson. The way he cried, begged, whined and moaned. He was a pretty boy who deserves to be worshipped and she vowed to be the one to do it. She's never met anyone like him.

All that testosterone

Leave me alone

Oh, I want a pretty boy

Ah, ah, I like 'em soft, I like 'em skinny, boy

Ah, ah, don't need a macho man to treat me like a toy

Want him lady-like and poised, want a pretty boy

Ah, ah, yeah, you're so pretty, boy

She hated masculine men who spent their time running after balls like dogs. She'd glare when they looked at her. She'd tell them to fuck off if they ever walked up to her.

She wanted a pretty boy. She likes them soft to the touch, and skinny little waists that she can wrap herself around.

She will never be caught with a jock. All they do is treat girls like toys. Fucking them and ignoring them. Macho men were not her type. She wanted the power. She wanted to destroy something so beautiful and put it all back together again. Just to do it over and over. She wanted a pretty boy.

And that's when she snatched Eddie Munson before any other girls found out- he was a pretty boy.

To be honest, I've been gunning for the girls

So if it's gonna be a boy, it's gonna be a boy who twirls

She's hooked up with many girls before. Loving the sensitivity of their delicate bodies. She craved a female body more than men half the time.

Until she saw Eddie Munson twirling on the floor. Dancing with Steve, just spinning in circles over and over again. Definitely drunk but he twirled in Steve's arms so beautifully and softly. Those puppy eyes had her reeling it fast.

She was only giving up on girls if she got Eddie Munson

All that "bro" - got me bored, yeah, I've seen it all before

But, I've never seen a boy dressed up in pearls

Eddie didn't quite understand why she was so attracted to him. He knew he wasn't built huge or acted manly at all. He cried at romance films. He liked to dance in the kitchen. He liked to take baths with her when he was stressed. He liked to be fucked and treated like a toy.

But whenever he tried to talk down on himself she'd snap. She's seen that bro shit before and it makes her bored. All boys are the same but not him. She's never loved anyone like him.

The way his neck looked so much more inviting when it was laced in pearls. She's never seen a boy dressed in pearls until he tried them on in the store. He smiled at his reflection and fluffed up his hair.

"what do you think mommy?" He asked, looking over to his left where she was standing. She got as close as she could, hooking a finger underneath the pearl necklace and yanking him closer

"I think I'm going to fuck you in these pearls, and just the pearls"

The necklace didn't make it through the first round. She was fucking him from behind, her strap in him deep. She grabbed the pearls and used it to yank his body against her bare chest, Eddie whined as the pearls dug into his neck. She was fucking him so hard and lost control. Yanking harder on the pearls as he clenched around the toy cock inside of him. The necklace snapped, his pearls breaking one by one onto the bed. Once she flipped on his back he was all over the place. He was screaming as his hands searched for something to grab, knocking all the pearls on his floor as he gripped his sheets. They still find random pearls underneath his bed. Reminding him he needs a new one soon.

We can take turns using my makeup

We look so good, they can't even hate us

We can play house when we're together

I can be Ken, and you can be Heather

Now on date nights, they do each other's make up. Eddie was infatuated as she painted her face with multiple products. Asking questions of the purpose of each one, so she offered to teach him

He sat on his bed as she was seated on his lap. Mascara tube in her mouth as she held his face with one hand and the wand with the other. Coating his long lashes in the liquid. Puppy eyes staring into her. He'd beg and pout for a kiss after she finished each step. Smiling to himself when she'd kiss him then grab the next product. He'd watch her tongue poke out in concentration as she blushed his cheeks up with pink powder. Kissing the skin before she covered it with the product. Smiling as his cheeks were rosey pink, even before the blush was added. He'd purse his lips together as she coated them with pink gloss. Telling him to rub it together. He loved how sticky it was. Never fails to mention, "mommy you need some too" and smashing his lips onto hers. Using the distraction to rub himself up against her. He's been hard as she sat down.

People wanted to hate them. They hated the freak and they hated that the freak got her. But they just couldn't hate them, no matter how hard they tried. Y/N and Eddie always looked like they walked out of a magazine together. Like God physically sculpted them just for each other.

Eddie knew he was definitely not the "man" in the relationship but he didn't care. He loved getting spoiled with gifts, kisses, cuddles, and orgasms.

He loved getting taken care of. He loved that Y/N owned him and controlled him. He liked being her property (even though he knew he wasn't. He was always allowed to be just as independent as he wanted to) but he never did. He clings to her like a koala bear. That's his mommy and he was going to always be her good little pretty boy.

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dylanmunson · 2 years

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Pretty Boy / Eddie Munson

Chapter two / filler

intro / chapter 1 /

masterlist / wattpad

Groaning as i wake up, the sun peaking through the small gaps in the blinds, i turn onto my tummy and hide into the pillows, before throwing myself back and getting out of bed. Going into the bathroom i have a quick shower and put my white blonde hair into a low bun.

I sit on my bed and before deciding to go with an off black dress and chunky caramel cardigan with my old beat up white docs. Grabbing my bag and my walkman i leave the trailer and begin walking to school. My knees now littered in different shades of purple and blue from the fall yesterday, and my wrist just feeling broken, the off white cast poking through my cardigan.

"Blue" i turn and see max running down the road "hey kid" i smile, waiting for her to catch up with me "im sorry about yesterday" she begins, i shake my head "its fine honestly" i shrug "ive had worse" i grin at the younger girl. "lu" she sighs "you know you can come stay whenever right' i say to the red head, she nods "im serious max" she chuckles "i know" she grins and links arms with me as we walk towards the school.

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Walking through the ever so faded green double doors at the school entrance, everyones in their little clicks. Some leaning against the lockers and other just standing in the middle of the hallway. I sigh reaching my locker and throwing my bag inside, grabbing the book i need for my next lesson, "hey freak" i hear from behind me "repeating another year" i roll my eyes at the jock and turn around to say something, but he isnt talking to me. I look down the hall and see the towns freak flipping him the bird, i grin at the older boy who smiles back at me. "and you blue, repeating another year"Jason says "oh leave it jason" i groan shutting my locker.

I watch him walk away taunting some of the freshman before i walk down the hallway to my first class.

Music

Walking into class and taking a seat at the back, the only class i actually enjoyed. I take a seat and pull out my note book as the teacher begins talking and explaining what we'll be doing this term. "hey" i turn to the voice "you got a pencil i can borrow?" he chuckles, little dimples appearing in his cheeks, "here" i mumble passing him my pencil, before i take out another one for me. "Thanks" he grins beginning to drum the pencil against the table.

'So this term, you'll need to write and perform a song, you may do it alone, in pairs or band' he says looking at the curly haired boy next to me, 'and no cussing please' he chuckles, everyone then gets up and starts forming little groups.

I begin working on the lyrics, already having got a few un finished original songs written anyway. I get up and walk over to the guitar that nobody was using and start attempting to strum away with the little chord pattern i had in mind, it proving more difficult with a broken wrist though.

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School had ended and i was still yet to see max and her friends, wanting to stick to my promise i made to Steve. I wait a little bit before deciding to walk home, knowing Max will likely fill me in on her first day later that evening.

I get home, drop my bags off before picking up my guitar case and leaving the trailer again. It was Monday which meant it was my night to play at the hideout. I knew it'd be some what difficult to play with the broken wrist but we power through. Plus we could do with the little extra money it brought in. It was my safe place, being on stage with my guitar and the music.

Getting to the bar, i wave at Dave before setting up on stage, slinging the guitar over my shoulder and adjusting the mic in front of me, before plugging in my guitar to the amp and strumming a few chords "you'll have to bare with me tonight guys" i chuckle showing off my casted wrist "she's a bit broken"

After two songs i have to stop, the pain in my wrist becoming to much. I walk off the little stage and to the bar feeling a little defeated "its alright sweet, ya wrist will get better and you'll be back on that stage in no time" dave chuckles, i nod looking at my feet letting out a big sigh "rough day at school?" he grins handing me a glass of water. I just shrug in response "ah one of those moods" he chuckles patting my back.

"Luna?" i look up to find the voice "hey its Gareth.. from school" he chuckles i nod "we're in music together, and math" he chuckles sitting beside me, "hi, sorry not really with it at the moment" i chuckle downing my water. "hey its ok" he grins. The silence falling over us i bite my lip and look at the boy "you play drums right?' he nods "that i do" he chuckles.

After speaking to Gareth for a little longer, he said he'd help with the drums for my song for music, which i was thankful for since i couldnt play and didnt really know of anyone else who would help. Making my way home, i hear a van coming down the road. It doesnt sound to healthy. I look behind me seeing it stopping slowly. "God damnit, Jesus H Christ" the man says getting out of the van and kicking the tire. I squint at the boy, i know that voice.

"Hey you ok?" i say walking back towards the van, "god dammit" he groans flipping the hood up, "helloooo??" i walk closer "Jesus, you scared me" he says jumping back as i place a hand on his arm "sorry, sorry didnt mean to" i mumble moving back "hey i know you" he grins "luna" i say nodding "well luna, youve caught me at a bad time" he chuckles "missy here decided to die on me" he sighs looking at everything under the bonnet. "i uh" i mumble looking at the wires and things "i could get my dad to have a look if youd like?" i shrug

"mhm? no its alright" he chuckles "dont wanna be any trouble princess" he grins rubbing his forehead, i sigh and move next to him having a look at the van, i grin "hey curls, when was the last time you got this checked out" i chuckle, he frowns looking at me "i think you have an engine problem, honestly my dad can take a look at it for you" i smile. He frowns looking down at me

"eddie, eddie munson" he says "i like curls better" i grin "but seriously, your gonna wanna get that checked, if you want her up and running again" i grin

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sundaynightlive · 10 months

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Character Development (Steddie)

“If I were you… I would get her back.”

Steve snaps suddenly out of his trance—Eddie’s a pretty boy to look at. Dangerously so. In fact, half of this conversation has gone completely over his head, which is probably why he’s misinterpreted it completely.

“Hold on—pause,” he says, perplexed, “We’re not flirting?” They stop walking in unison, Eddie freezing out of shock, Steve anticipating it. Eddie looks at him, wide eyed, jaw going slack and then taught like he can’t decide which conveys his surprise better.

“I… what?”

“I was just making eyes at you,” Steve says, and then groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “God damn it, I’ve really lost my touch.”

“No!” Eddie exclaims quickly, “Ah, no.” He’s flustered. Steve sees the flush in his face—he’s not trying to hide it. “No it’s… it’s working. I just didn’t think… you’re into guys?” Steve shrugs.

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

They stand there awkwardly for a moment, and then Eddie bumps his shoulder into Steve’s and they continue walking, easing out of the tension.

“So… how long?”

“How long what?”

“Have you known?” Eddie clarifies, and Steve notices their knuckles are brushing between them. He gazes up at Rob and Nancy, who are blissfully unaware.

“Well… someone came out to me recently so I started looking into it, called my uncle—man, that was an awkward conversation.”

“Your uncle?”

“Oh—he’s gay—has a partner and stuff. They live in California and we visited sometimes when my parents still took me places, you know.” Eddie blinks at him, nodding his head a little bit, but doesn’t look like he’s fully comprehending anything Steve’s saying at all. Steve takes a turn bumping Eddie’s shoulder, thinking maybe it’ll jolt awake some of those gears in his brain.

Their pinkies hook.

“So… what was the conclusion?” Eddie asks, like he doesn’t already know.

“I’ve had nasty thoughts about Harrison Ford way too many times to be straight,” Steve admits cheekily, “He said I’m bi, I guess. It means—“

“I know what it means, Steve.” Steve grins at him, a little sheepish, and Eddie smiles back, something soft and personal. It’s an expression Steve hasn’t seen him make yet, even with all his damn theatrics. To be fair, Steve’s growing quite fond of those theatrics, premature as it might be.

“So, go on,” Steve teases, “What were you saying about me getting back with my ex?

“Hmm, I don’t recall saying anything like that,” Eddie responds.

“Oh really?”

“Really. In fact, that’s a terrible idea. Bad for character development.” Steve laughs then—fully laughs—a sound that must be revolutionary for the Upside Down. No one has ever laughed here, no way.

“Character development?”

“Indeed.”

#steddie #fanfic #blurb #blorbos #I love them and they are my blorbos #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfiction #fluff #canon correction #Because screw whatever the writers did to them #Eddie is a pretty boy to look at #stranger things #stranger things Taylor’s Version

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ryan-waddell11 · 9 months

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I just know I would’ve been staring at him during lunch any chance I got.

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domsaysstuff · 1 year

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Okay so this idea has been rocking around my empty skull for some time now just we know that Eddie can be a pretty mean DM and a shithead and I've been thinking abt romances in D&D and how it would work in Hellfire

And I had this thought that Eddie would like be "no romances!!" to the Corroded Coffin group (before the kids joined) and they're like why? and Eddie just to tease them says that he doesn't want to pretend to fall for their smelly ugly faces

Which just motivates them to try and seduce like every character that Eddie introduces for a fucking month and it leads to the creation of the rule: Every romance/seduction directed roll must be rolled above 15 to succeed AND if Eddie decides that the attempt is particularly bad the roll is with disadvantage

The Corroed Coffin boys are obviously teasingly like ohhh so we get an advantage if it's good?

"Doubt that would happen boys, but sure, if you make me, Eddie fucking Munson, to blush like a fair maiden then you'll get the advantage on the roll"

They try, they really do, but all the CC boys succeed in doing is killing off all of their party in three sessions and Gareth who is a little shit is actually rolling his third character (because the consequences of a failure are fucking brutal) by the time Jeff and [unnamed freak] give up

After that they know better (except Gareth who still sometimes does that just to annoy Eddie and be a little shit) to try and then the kids join Hellfire and Eddie has even less of an desire to flirt with fucking Wheeler, Henderson and Sinclair (they're baby children!!)

But the kids are a little shits too and they see Gareth being a little shit so they copy

It ends badly for them, they gripe about Eddie being unfair because like "all three of us have girlfriends Eddie and you don't so we clearly know more about romance then you do" Dustin not only gets a flick on the head for that but his character might have ended up being put into situations™ throughout the session that are "totally unfair!"

But fair to say all of Hellfire knows the rules and all of hellfire knows that no matter how well they try and how smooth they are (they really aren't ever smooth) Eddie will not blush or even consider they attempts as "good", the best they got was "tolerable" (Lucas got it and he's still very proud of it, as he deserves okay?), Eddie is impossible to fluster and so it's just is this fun thing they sometimes do when they feel particularly like little shits

And that's it about it

Until Vecna and all the upside down shit and the surprising friendship of Eddie and Steve happens

And suddenly Steve Harrington is not only sitting but playing D&D

Everything is going actually pretty good and Dustin practically vibrates out of his chair at how proud he is of Steve for how well he is doing so far and then

And then Steve tries to flirt with a pretty bard

Dustin deflates, he is ready for the absolute disaster that is going to fall upon Steve, he makes eye contact with Lucas - both of them ready with "it was actually a pretty good line tho!" at the tip of their tongues to defend Steve's decisions, he doesn't know Eddie's special rules after all and it would be funny to see Steve fail, sure, but it's Steve's first game and the kids wanted it to be good for Steve so convincing him to play again would be easier

But now Eddie is going to absolutely rip into him and Steve will never want to play again and-

"Roll with advantage" Dustin gasps, audibly, loudly, the room is silent, except for Steve who's very unaware of the chaos he just created and just rolls the dices, his usual confidence in place

And if someone looked closely - and all of the hellfire is fucking looking - Eddie Munson has indeed a light blush on his face

#i feel like it would have been so funny #steve and eddie just spend the rest of the session flirting through the bard and steve's character #steve also doesn't know why Lucas looks so in awe of him after the session Mike is scowling and Dustin is looking at him #as if he's a weird matemathical equasion #the CC boys give Eddie so much shit tho after the session #'oh so ours ugly mugs don't do it but king steve's jocky ass does?' 'it's a pretty great ass!'#steve doesn't really learn abt the rules until like a month later #also this is my gareth is a little shit agenda and i will be always pushing it #steddie #fic idea #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #dom's au idea of the day #corroded coffin #also hahaha yes this is my official my brain cannot keep my ideas in my head anymore so im going to unleash all of them slowly here

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amethyst-crowns · 8 months

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this beautiful boy

#i just think he deserves to be dressed in beautiful things #i really adore how these came out honestly #my pretty boy #eddie munson #eddie munson fanart #i draw things

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steveshairychest · 1 year

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Veterinary worker Steve has a crush on the guy that brings in stray cats nearly every week. While Steve is doing a routine check of each cat, the guy who he recently learned is named Eddie, explains in detail why each cat suits the name he gave them. "This one ate a pickle off the floor of my van, so obviously his name is pickles, and this one is named after you. You both have the same pretty eyes." Eddie scratches underneath the little kitten's chin and coos, "Oh, aren't you the prettiest boy." Steve grips the examination table rather tightly and tries to ignore how much he wants Eddie to say that to him.

#ur a pretty boy too steve its ok #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #stranger things s4

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ricky-olson · 2 years

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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Tattooed Steve

now with a part 2 :)

I need tattooed Steve. Like Steve starts to get tattoos after Vecna. Maybe it’s because his body is covered in scars now, and he no longer has to hold on to the idea of permanently damaging his skin, cause like it already is. Or maybe it’s cause he’s trying to love his body again, and he sees how excited Eddie gets each time he gets to show off his tattoos. And Steve, Steve wants to feel that way too. Or maybe he likes the pain. Maybe it’s all three.

But Steve Harrington, wouldn’t be Steve Harrington if he wasn’t like massively insecure about his interests and his looks. So he keeps it a secret, for months (maybe even years depending on your tastes for slow burns). And it starts to get harder and harder because he can’t avoid tatting his arms (it’s prime real estate as Eddie put it once), and wearing long sleeves all the time isn’t ideal. But he continues the charade because let’s be real, most people in his life make him feel inadequate (big word, Robin would say) about almost everything. Especially the people he cares about.

The only one who never really makes him feel that way is Eddie. Sure he teases him to high heavens, and is absolutely disgusted by his music taste but Eddie never makes him feel stupid about it or make it seem like he doesn’t get an opinion. Which is actually kinda driving Steve nuts because it’s making it harder and harder to not to fall in love with him.

So it shouldn’t be a surprise at all that Eddie is the first to see them, he made Steve comfortable and that was dangerous. But it was hot in Eddie’s apartment (the a/c busted again), and Steve chose to wear a sweatshirt during mid-July with nothing underneath. So when Steve is sweating bullets, and Eddie just lets out an amused snort to just “take the damn thing off already”. Steve doesn’t really think. He just whips it off and leans back on the couch. It’s only after ten seconds of silence, and no eddie rambling that he realizes his mistake, and oh.

He doesn’t think he’s every seen Eddie Munson speechless.

Eddie reaches out to touch Steve without thinking (they had broken touch boundaries a long time ago, and damn it makes Steve want to kiss him so bad) and starts tracing his tattoos.

There is a bewildered look on Eddie’s face mixed with something heated. “When did you start getting these?” And oh, Steve doesn’t think he’s ever heard Eddie’s voice purr like that before. It makes Steve’s insides stir, and he’s pretty sure he would tell Eddie anything right now, do anything Eddie wanted.

“Last year, right after Vecna.” Steve’s breath hitches as Eddie slides his hands down his chest.

“Didn’t know you had it in ya big boy. Which was your first?” His eyes darken with even more heat.

Steve’s at a loss for words he can’t speak. Eddie needs to get his hands off of him if he wants him to actually respond. Instead Steve’s eyes wonder down his body where Eddie is starting to peak at the ones near his hips, and oh no…anyone but that one.

When Eddie hooks his fingers in his jeans and pulls down the right side, he freezes. Because there, right below the bat bite he and Eddie share, is a tattoo of a red guitar pick with a black and gold cursive E in the center (it’s also Steve’s only colored tattoo, despite his love of color he worries that colored ink will clash with his wardrobe).

“That’s not my first.” Steve rushes out when Eddie hasn’t said anything. “I uh, got it a couple of months ago on the anniversary of spring break. Sorry if it’s weird.”

Eddie’s eyes pop up to Steve’s, and gone is the heat. Instead there is something deeper, and much softer. “You’re an idiot.”

Steve freezes, because Eddie of all people, is now telling him something he likes is stupid. But before Steve can pull away in shame, Eddie holds his hips down and puts his face close to Steve’s. “You’re an idiot. Because of course it’s weird. And of course that’s why I absolutely love it. And it’s why I absolutely love you.”

Steve doesn’t think he’s every rushed so quickly so kiss somebody so hard before. And even when they fall off the couch, and he gets his sweat all over eddie, he can’t find it in himself to regret it one bit.

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this completely got away from me, and I still need someone to write a fic like this asap, or like anything involving tattooed Steve. I also will jump for joy if someone draws something like this. Part two linked here

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #Steve just needs someone to tell him he’s loved and also still pretty #stranger things #tattoos #steve x eddie #soft boys #fanfic #robin buckley #the party #steddie fanart #someone draw this

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I'm gonna be frank, Eddie just does not give me the impression that he was bullied all that much in high school to me. Especially as he got older, like he was the school drug dealer, he was not getting beat up by the same jocks who were going to be buying from him later that week. It just doesn't make sense to me!

I'm not saying he was never bullied at all (personally I think he was probably bullied by the people in his grade in like middle school, but leant more into the satanic image by the time he got to high school (which is when the satanic panic wouldve been starting) and people became more afraid to mess with him or it stopped when BS started dealing) or that people can't headcanon and project onto pm. It's fandom, do what you want lol. I've just gotten to the point where fics lose me whenever they claim Tommy/Steve/Jason was going around beating the shit out of him or shoving him in the halls every week or the like. Eddie just does not give the impression that he is scared of the jocks normally. He looks down on them and thinks he's better than them! He taunts them openly in front of everyone and pontificates on table tops.

I think if you take it in that context too, it makes the town turning on him more sinister? Like obviously, satanic panic was only growing at that point, and it was within the last year or two they started pointing at metal and D&D as recruiting centers for satanic cults. (Eddie also like an asshole is walking around with a satanic symbol on his jacket - peak edgy teen in the middle of a moral outcry.) But while people might've been afraid of him, and most definitely talked about him behind his back, that's worlds away from mob violence. The change was startling, even if Eddie might be able to see it on the horizon.

Idk to me that's more of what the hunt the freak line was about. The knowledge that they could turn on you and would if you gave them a reason (or if you want to go with the Eddie is closeted interpretation - if he got outed). I think he probably has been called the freak for a while but honestly I think he's proud of it at this point.

Obviously all of this is up to interpretation, I guess I've just gotten to the point where a lot of the popular fanon interpretation doesn't feel like Eddie to me anymore

#eddie munson #st meta #fandom wank #i guess #also like i said if you interpret it that way like i do think eddie is queer (bi specifically) but like lol not really the point of the post #also i just know someone eventually is gonna call me a tommy apologist #like lol nah i just think tommy is too much of a pussy to beat someone up #that boy has not punched someone in his life #also ngl uncomfortable ghat its a constant point of contention in steddie fics that steve or steves friends used to bully eddie #like no i dont want that in my ship fic #eddie #also i just want a more confident eddie #one who has had shit happen to him and is pretty fucking weird but owns it #and isnt a sad boy who is constantly beat up all the time #thats boring!

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