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strangerthings64 · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x F Reader

Warnings: Mention of bad parents, and bad boyfriends. Yeah nothing else really just LOTS of fluff!

Word Count: 1k+

Description: Reader realizes she's in love with Eddie after he ties her shoes for the first time. So she starts making it a habit of walking with her shoe untied for him to tie and he catches on.

A/N: I saw this concept of Eddie stopping to tie Reader's shoes and I just had to make a fic about this because if that ain't love, I don't know what is!! 💕🥺

(P.S I also listened to this song while writing this and the part where he says “thought I could live without romance, until you came to me.” omg that part was so good I love Elvis’s music!!)

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(y/n)’s Pov

If someone had told me I'd end up falling in love with my best friend, Eddie "The Freak" Munson I'd call them crazy, but here I was standing with my arms full of books and Eddie suddenly stopping me, getting down on his knees and tying my shoes.

"Your gonna fall and break a tooth if you keep walking around like this Sweetheart," he said chuckling as you stare at him wide-eyed, mouth gaping a bit.

"No, I'd never fall in love with anyone ever, people disappoint me." I had told Eddie time and time again when he would ask me during our lunch at our "secret table” in the woods. He’d ask me if I had a crush on anyone in the school and he always got the same answer but yet he still seemed to ask at least once a month.

No, I'd never fall in love... But here I was staring at him as he tied my left shoe, then my right, and then looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and pearly white smile. And suddenly my heart was beating a thousand miles per hour, with no signs of slowing down. And my hands were getting clammy, the books in my arms threatening to fall but no way in hell was I about to let them fall and hit Eddie's beautiful face.

"You good, (y/n/n)?" he asked, standing up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"U..Um, Yeah I'm fine just a bit lost in thought" you replied giving him a small smile, he nods.

"Then shall we get to class?"

"Yup let's go Eds"

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Ever since that moment with Eddie a few months ago, I've been falling head over heels for him and I wanted more than anything to be his, but to ask him was to face rejection and I sucked with rejection. Plus I was sure he didn't like me he was always very flirtatious with a lot of people he had been that way even when I first met him two years ago.

But it wasn't gonna stop me from loving him. Almost every couple of days for the last four months Eddie would stop, get down on his knees and tie my shoe never minding or finding it annoying that I always somehow had my shoes untied.

And when he did it, my heart would flutter like a thousand butterflies in an open field. God if only he knew what he did to me. If only he knew how quickly I'd fallen for him, despite never really feeling like this before it felt like I have loved him my whole life. Yes I've had a few boyfriends before but they were just heartbreakers, never staying for long.

But with Eds it was different, He is different than the rest of them. He cares about me like no other, always going out of his way to make sure I was happy and taken care of. Knowing how my home life was and how it wasn't always the best and how cruel my family could be and how low they could make me feel. He always made sure I felt the exact opposite of that.

I don't know why it took me so long to fall in love with him it wasn't like I didn't find him attractive, he’s always been beautiful and I’ve always notice how kind he was despite being see as the complete opposite. Everything about him was inviting so why did it take me this long to realize I love him? I think maybe it was just my guarded heart, but somehow he managed to melt this heart of iron.

And God if he ever found out why my shoes were always untied I swear I'd just pass away right then and there, definitely a good thing he hasn't caught on yet which meant I could continue to do it without any suspicion from him.

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Eddie's Pov

Four months ago I had gotten down on my knees in front of (y/n) to tie her shoes so she wouldn't fall, and I gotta admit it was one of the best decisions I had ever made. Because here I was now, walking down the halls and there she was again walking down the halls with her miss-matched socks peeking out and her untied shoes, her eyes glued to the book in her hands. And I swear she was the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

And This was the four-time in the last week that I'd seen her with untied shoes. Ever since she'd walked around with her shoes untied that day, it had started to be a common occurrence. she'd never been this way before but i was like suddenly she had a longing for face planting and getting hurt.

Eventually, I caught onto her schemes and plans very early on. I had one day overheard her friend Robin talking to Dustin in the hallways, about how she was purposely untying her shoes so I could tie them for her whenever I'd spot her throughout the day. I'll admit It was a bit confusing and I didn't know why she did it, but the girl I've been in love with since the day I met her, wanted me to tie her shoes, there was no way I'd turn that down ever.

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"Really sweetheart, again with the untied shoes? How many times do I have to tie your shoes in a week? you’re gonna end up hurting yourself one day." I said smiling at her, she lifts her head up her precious smile making a way onto her face.

Getting down to tie her shoes, I start by taking both of the laces on her left foot tying them and ending with the signature bunny ears, then moving to the right and doing the same on that side just as I always do whenever I tie her shoes.

"It's almost like you want me to tie your shoes for you, it's almost like" I pause for a second chuckling.

"Like you're purposely doing this just so I can tie them." I said looking at her as she gazed back down at me, and I could see a little panic in her alluring eyes and small blush creeping onto her face, as she tried to stay calm knowing she's been caught in her act.

"Wh-why would you think that," she asks stuttering a bit, I stand up placing an arm over her shoulder as the halls start to clear out. Her and I among the few still standing around.

I lean down and get close to her ear, breathing on it a bit, as she shivers.

"Well because I might have overheard so and so talking to another so and so about how your purposely untying them, so little old me could tie them for you." I smirk at her, as her body goes tense underneath me, as she pulls away from my arm facing me now, eyes wide and mouth open.

"Who told you that?!" she asks.

"Munson, (y/l/n), Get to class now!" Our heads turn as we hear Mrs. Elgreen yell at us.

“Stop standing around, go now!” She yells again. As (y/n) just stands there waiting for a response from me.

"Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart, but I gotta get to class really don’t wanna fail again, and I think you should go to really don’t want you failing either." I said a smug look on my face, as I quickly peck her cheek walking off to my class. I looked back at her shocked expression and chuckled a bit, God that girl was gonna be the death of me.

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A/N: Hey guys! this is my first Eddie Munson fic I hope ya'll liked it.

Also feedback is greatly encouraged and I hope you guys will start requesting things soon, because I'm dying to write! Please comment, like and reblog, i’d really appreciated it!! :)

(Also this isn’t my gif it’s by @metalheadmunson go follow them there great!! Thank you sooo much for this gif, it’s so precious!!)

xoxo,

Kaity

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itsvickytoria · 2 years

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Eddie's Secret Admirer

Eddie isn't sure when he started getting the notes. Sure, he'd been used to finding notes in his locker, but they're all for scheduling a drug deal. So when he first opened a note written with a pink gel pen, and some of the prettiest handwriting he’d ever seen; he thinks there must be a mistake. All the note says is "your hair looks so soft and beautiful today". But he keeps the note anyways.

It's written on this really nice paper, the handwriting is beautiful, it's a compliment, and it actually smells really good. He didn't notice at first but it smells of citrus and vanilla. It now lives in the breast pocket of his leather jacket.

But then, the very next week, he gets another note. "Your eyes are like warm pools of chocolate.” It's the same paper, same handwriting, and same citrus and vanilla scent. The i's are dotted with hearts again and signed with an 86.

He realizes that it is intentional, this note and the first were put in his locker, for him. The blush that creeps up on his face roots all the way down his chest.

The second note he puts in the nicest shoebox he has in his bedroom, he thinks the note deserves its own place.

He gets a second note that week. "I promised myself I'd only leave you one note a week but your speech at lunch today really inspired me.”

At least now he knows whoever this is from has lunch with him.

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His box smells of citrus and vanilla; it's started permeating through his room. Even Wayne started to notice; he had condoms thrown at him and a "it's okay if you have girls over son, just be safe.”

At least his uncle left it at that. Dustin , on the other hand.

Eddie has made the mistake of leaving his jacket in the Hellfire room for a quick bathroom break. The kid wanted to grab an extra die and found his first note instead.

Dustin at least has the decency to wait and bring it up while it’s just the two of them in his van. After being peppered with questions, his little sheep decided that it was his goal to find whoever was leaving these notes.

He gets four more notes before Dustin comes huffing at him in frustration.

"It's like they're a ghost! I got here early at seven a.m. and didn't see anyone. I stayed until five and didn't see anyone! And the signature? An 86?! There are 86's everywhere!" This only made Dustin more determined and driven to find whoever was leaving the notes.

By mid-November he got a note that read "You know, you're not what I thought you'd be like. You're more amazing than you realize." He knows how he looks to the cliques of the school. A delinquent, trailer trash, druggie, a failure, waste of space, waste of time.

But this note, no, these notes, made him feel good. Like someone wanted him there, like he wasn't a waste of space, or a waste of time, or just some drugged out super senior.

Eddie is desperate to know who’s peppering him in these compliments and heartfelt confessions. He has someone he wants the notes to be from. But it's an unreasonable wish. She's out of his league and in a relationship.

Whoever this is, now knows his locker code. It's not hard to guess, it's just 6-6-6. He keeps his lunchbox on him at all times so there's nothing in his locker but old notebooks.

Now along with notes, he finds small treats waiting for him. A box of M&Ms with an additional note on them saying "just as sweet as you.”

It’s Eddie's new favorite part of the day. The notes still only come twice a week, but it isn’t always on the same days. He doesn't think his attendance has ever been this good before.

His teachers definitely notice the difference, thinking. They thought he’s finally serious about passing and putting in effort. His science teacher asks him to stay after class and announces that because Eddie is finally ready to really try, she's set him up with a tutor, whom he’ll be meeting three times a week during study hall.

His tutor is none other than Chrissy Cunningham, the girl he's had a small crush on since the middle school talent show. With her warm smile and oversized pompoms she waved around during the talent show, cheering the loudest for his band after they finished their piece, it felt like she was his own personal cheerleader.

Eddie knows he was screwed before tutoring even started, when he entered the empty classroom that'd been designated as their tutoring room. He sees her, all soft florals, bright smile, and shining eyes, ande knows he’ll never be able to come back from whatever ledge he just fell over.

If he’s disappointed by her cotton candy scent when he sits down he wouldn't tell a soul; not even Dustin. He knows it’s impossible that it's her but a sliver of him still had hope.

She’s an amazing tutor. Patient, smart, explaining the topic in such a way that Eddie understands. She even lets him fidget, walk around, something all the teachers hated.

"I've read that some students have an easier time if they're allowed some sort of outlet. It allows you to focus more. I'm going to ask the teacher if she'd let you try it like this for a test." Chrissy was doing all of this for him , some nobody.

It works, Chrissy worked whatever magic she has over the teacher (who doesn’t she have control over? The whole school eats out of her palm) and got him the opportunity to do his next test in a separate classroom that he was allowed to fidget and walk around in.

Eddie is more surprised about the results of his test than Chrissy. He got a 71%, that's the highest grade he's ever gotten in science. From now until the end of the year, he's allowed to take all of his tests in another room. Apparently the word had spread to other teachers and they banded together for Eddie to have his own test classroom.

His grades are rising and he spends more and more time with Chrissy. He likes to think he knows her pretty well now.

She has a habit of blushing and biting her lip when he smirks at her, she can’t hold eye contact for too long, she seems to relax as soon as she enters their classroom, her eyes light up when she sees him in the halls, she loves to babble on about topics she found interesting, she shows interest in D&D, sometimes her eyes study his face always ending their gaze at his lips. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to like another woman the same way.

None of this means anything though. Chrissy is a nice girl, she's nice to everyone, and wants to make people feel included. He can't help but feel special the way she looks at him. He knows he shouldn't because this is just who Chrissy is. Eddie needs to shake these thoughts from his head.

And he’s able to, he finds his new note in his locker. A smile graces his face before he even opened it. And when he does, the air in his lungs is sucked out of him.

"I've been yearning for you from afar. My heart jumps when I think of you. I don't think I've ever felt this way. Utterly in love." His heart is hammering, he feels loved and wanted. He feels a tinge of guilt: he loves Chrissy the same way his admirer loves him.

He gets the note before the tutoring session with Chrissy. She has worn her hair down today, the red in her hair glowing because of the sun, cotton candy perfume hit his nose as he walked in.

She’s fidgeting today, it’s not like she hasn’t done it before but it heppens when he has snacks out. He learned early on during their sessions that Chrissy is bad about eating. The more he watched her in the lunchroom the more he worried. It looked like she never ate.

He made it his goal to be as nonchalant as possible when he got snacks out during their tutoring time. He simply lays them on the desk, opens them, eats a few here and there and offers Chrissy to have some at any time. It worked, she was a grazer much like himself. Eddie even packs healthier treats to share with her. His train of thought is interrupted when she blurts out,

"I broke up with Jason!" Her face is bright red, her eyes won’t meet his. It’s quiet for a few beats, like his mind went blank. A smirk grows on his face.

"Well thank God. I think our Princess could do a hundred times better than some fake altar boy." She finally looks him in the eyes and gives a soft smile. She looks so proud of herself. He feels his heart soar with pride for her as well.

Somehow after she admits that to Eddie the air in the room feels heavier. They part ways from the tutoring room that day, giving each other an awkward wave goodbye.

Eddie feels giddier than he had in a long time. Chrissy is finally free from that asshole. He knows what Jason is capable of and he’s afraid that one day he’ll blow up and Chrissy will be at the end of his anger.

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At the next tutoring session, he arrives before Chrissy. Eddie hears the door shut behind him, Chrissy is a minute late and apologizes to him profusely. He turned around and his mouth went dry, she has her hair partially up with a red ribbon, a large cream sweater, and a short black skirt. She even has those cute socks on that go up to her knees. She looks beautiful, like she was glowing.

Eddie gives her a wave, unable to speak, and decides he should probably let himself breathe at some point. To calm himself down, he inhales, expecting that cotton candy scent to fill him. But instead he’s hit with the unmistakable scent of citrus and vanilla.

He chokes and lets out a cough to cover it up."You uh, you smell nice today." Wait, shit. "Not that you don't always smell nice, but it's a different scent!" he rambles out, hoping she doesn’t misunderstand. He has to ask her about the scent, maybe she and his admirer shop at the same store.

They get to studying. It’s almost winter break and first semester exams are coming up. Chrissy writes notes down next to Eddie for another class, using a red gel pen.

He does a double take. Her handwriting has always looked familiar but he was never able to put his nose on why. Wait a fucking second …

Stuffing a hand in his breast pocket he rips the note out and opens it. He grabs the notebook she was writing in and hears her protest die in her throat as she looks at him. He studies the note and her notebook. There’s no mistake, this is her handwriting.

Chrissy was leaving him notes this entire time?

Eddie turns towards her and is greeted with her side profile. The tips of her ears are beet red. He feels a blush bloom on his face and his heart palpitates in his chest, threatening to beat out.

"C-chrissy, look at me please." He didn't mean for it to sound so pitiful, but’s was so full of hope. She turns slowly towards him, her whole face as bright as firetruck and hands shaking softly.

He covers her hand with his,trying to relax her. She grips his hand, like it’s the only thing grounding her.

"Was it you?" he whispers. Unable to speak, she nods, tears springing from her eyes.

This woman, who he’s been crushing on since the middle school talent show, apparently feels the same for him. It’s almost unreal. He sees how scared she is, but to think that anyone would dare reject Chrissy Cunningham is beyond him.

"I-I’m sorry if I crossed any lines. I just couldn't hold it in anymore! You just inspire me so much and I wanted to make you happy,” she sobbed, the dam breaking.

Eddie wraps his arms around the girl and pulls her close, her head in the nook of his neck. Rubbing her back gently, he whispers reassuring words to her.

"You have no idea how much I hoped it was you, Chrissy. I didn't think it was ever possible. You were in a relationship and so out of my league.And learning that it was you right now? I don't think I've ever felt this happy. I feel like my heart is going to burst." To drive his point home he takes her hand and places it over his chest.

"I didn't know how else to tell you. And I used my favorite perfume. Jason only liked my cotton candy perfume." Eddie scowled, of course he'd tell her which perfume she couldn't wear. Oh he's going to love messing with Jason for payback. He’s no longer worried about the repercussions it’ll have on Chrissy, so he doesn’t have to hold back any longer.

"I love all of them and I've kept every single one.,” he confesses. Her stormy eyes meet his own, searching for more.

He leans in closer, peering down at her lips and dragging his gaze back up to her eyes, a silent question being asked. She nods her head softly, giving him permission.

Their lips meet in the middle. It feels like no other kiss he’s had before — soft, hesitant, and so full of love it’s almost overwhelming. His hand cradles her face, keeping his lips on her own as he tries to pour all his feelings into the kiss. It works because he feels her body relax more. Her hand holds the back of his head pressing him closer to her, deepening the kiss.

They part, faces flushed. It was such an innocent kiss, but their breath was taken away.

"Chrissy Cunningham, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

"I'd love to, Eddie Munson."

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They've been dating for a few months now. Eddie enjoys sneaking into her room after her parents have gone to bed. Chrissy is in the shower when he enters, so he had the room to himself. On her desk is an open notebook, he recognized the pink gel writing and let his eyes wander over the page.

"I want to run my hands through your silky hair as your head lies in my lap. I'm humming along to a love song you let me play. You're telling me about your latest d&d campaign."

More and more notes like this in the notebook. He realizes that she had drafts of what she was going to say to him. Chrissy Cunningham is a nerd.

"Eddie, what're you looking at?! Stop!" Chrissy whisper-yelled at him, trying to take the notebook away. He distracts her with a sweet peck on the lips.

"Sweetheart, you wound me. I could've been getting these this whole time?"

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simpforfictionaloldermen · 2 years

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Concept:

I just know that Eddie is touch starved olay. Takes one to know one, and I KNOW.

So I can imagine he would be very touchy with his girlfriend (or partner) once they are officially dating. I can't see him being very physical before then? I feel like he'd be hesitant considering how he's treated by the town etc. However, after they get together? GAME OVER.

Man would be so in love with touching his significant other. Holding hands? Yes, PDA? Yes. Kissing? All the time. Hugs? Duh. Cuddling? Goodluck getting away.

I also imagine that if his significant other doesn't play DND that they would sit really close to him or on his lap depending on how eccentric he feels that night.

To conclude. I am touch starved and so is Eddie and I will not be accepting any arguments otherwise.

ALSO my mans is 20 playing DND in a small town. He definitely hasn't had a significant other before so that also contributes to his touch need.

#protect eddie #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson concept #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things season four

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midnightstar-90 · 2 years

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Are y’all seeing Eddie in the headband. I can’t breathe!!! 🥵🥵🥵

#eddie munson x y/n #eddiemunsonedit #protect eddie #eddie munson #joesph quinn #did you see that?#currently freaking out #my will to live #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn

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djarinslover · 2 years

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Maaaaan, if I were Joseph Quinn, I’d fight the Duffer brothers fucking tooth and nail to keep my character alive because FUCK THAT, FUCK THEM, FUCK WHAT HAPPENED

#stranger things 4 vol 2 #stranger things season 4 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #eddie munson #joseph quinn #protect eddie

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hantivity · 2 years

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I take part in the Gish Scavanger Hunt and one of the tasks was to paint someone who’s always on your mind on your forehead. This was what I submitted, I had to choose my man Munson (Joseph Quinn), because since that first episode of ST4 I haven’t been able to get him off my mind, not that I’d want to! Just thought I’d share because I know all of you can’t get Eddie/Joseph out of your heads either!

#gish2022 #st4 fanart #st4 #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanart #bring back eddie munson #save eddie #protect eddie #eddie munson deserved better #eddie munson deserves the world #eddie munson cant die #gish

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thevivaciousone · 2 years

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Hellfire Club 😈

#StrangerThings #hellfire club #eddie munson #protect eddie #Season 4 #myface

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wynnyfryd · 8 months

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Steve’s drunk and sad at a party and doom-swiping through Tinder when he comes across this profile:

Eddie, 21

guitarist, dm, dipshit, six time ass eating world champ 💪 🌎 my friends call me Eds, but you can call me Daddy

“What the fuck?” Steve laughs to himself. First time he’s really laughed all night, actually; this party kinda blows.

He slinks down further into the couch, takes another sip of hunch punch and tilts his phone so no one sees him swiping right on this shit. It’s obnoxious. Like, objectively. He’s just…

Bored.

And curious. Surely that bio has never actually worked for the guy, right?

Steve swipes.

It’s a match.

He snorts to himself again, sends a message before he can overthink it.

Steve: Hey, Eds. That’s kind of a bold move, isn’t it?

Message sent, he goes to back out of the app; doesn’t really expect an answer this close to midnight on a Saturday night — only losers use Tinder at this time of night, and what the fuck does that make him? — but then Eddie starts typing.

Eddie: hey, cutie :) what is?

Steve: Uhh…

Jesus. Why is he blushing? He’s not the one who wrote a wildly aggressive hookup bio. Guy might as well have sharpied DTF on his forehead.

Steve: Your bio? 🫣

Eddie: huh?

Eddie: i mean, dnd can get a little spicy on occasion but i’d hardly call it scandalous

Steve: What’s that?

Is it a sex thing? It’s probably a sex thing.

Eddie: okay, what?

Steve: What? I’m so confused lol

Eddie must be, too, because it takes him a few seconds to answer, and when he does he just says:

Eddie: hold pls

Steve holds. Takes a big gulp of his drink and winces; pretty much all vodka at the bottom.

Eddie is typing and then he isn’t, then he is again and then he’s not, and Steve frowns at his empty cup and wonders if he’s already fucked up the one interesting thing that’s happened to him all night.

Finally, finally, a new message pops up.

Eddie: ………god. DAMN it, Gareth 😤😤😤😤

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie drabble #steddie au #modern au #my writing #gareth stranger things #gareth has absolutely no remorse for this. ‘keep telling you to password protect your phone dude’

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hairmetal666 · 3 months

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Steve knows he falls in love too easily. Nancy told him, Robin too.

But falling in love with Eddie Munson is hard.

They're supposed to be friends after Vecna. They're supposed to be friends, but Steve can't get past what Eddie did in the Upside Down; how he put himself in a position to nearly die, how Dustin got hurt. It's not fair. He knows it's not, but it doesn't make the anger go away.

Eddie's part of the group now, though, and Steve won't leave him out, no matter how angry. They're all at movie nights, at pool parties, at Hellfire, at Corroded Coffin gigs. It's just that Steve and Eddie don't speak. And Steve is okay with it. If it's what it takes to make sure that they're all hanging out together, not talking to Eddie is a small thing. He's pretty sure Eddie doesn't mind. At least, he seems as uninterested in hanging out with Steve as Steve is with him.

It doesn't need to be anything more than that, and it isn't, not until Steve goes upstairs to get more sunscreen during one of the pool parties, and walks back downstairs to find Munson waiting for him in his kitchen.

"You need something?" He asks, unable to fully hide the way he jolts with surprise.

Eddie twists the rings on his fingers, something Steve's noticed he does whenever he's nervous. "You have a problem with me, Harrington?

"No, of course not," he answers too fast.

"C'mon, man. You can barely stand to be in the same room with me."

"That's not true! We're in one together right now."

Eddie rolls his eyes so hard that it has to hurt. "Don't do that. Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean. You can't stand to be alone with me for more than thirty seconds."

Steve splutters, searching for a plausible reason.

"Is it cause--" Eddie swallows, hand going back to cup his neck. "Is it cause you heard me tell Robin that I'm gay? Back at the hospital. Is it because--" he cuts himself off.

Something in Steve's chest clenches hard, warmth swooping dangerously in his stomach. "No," Steve says, means it. "I didn't hear. I didn't-- it has nothing to do with that. It's--that's cool. Thanks for--yeah, that's cool."

Eddie's smile is a brittle little thing. "Then, what else?" Eddie pulls a chunk of hair over his mouth. "I can't think of any other reason you'd hate me so much."

"I don't." And Steve hopes it's coming off as genuine. "I promise."

He can't help remember the camaraderie, the understanding, that started to grow between them in the Upside Down. The "don't cha, big boy?" of it all. They could be friends. They should be.

They shouldn't get into it. Not right here, not right now when the kids' splashes and excited screams filter through the sliding door.

"You're a shit liar, Harrington."

"Ed--I'm not--"

"You know what? Don't bother. I'll just--" He jolts in the direction of the front door.

"Don't be stupid, Munson."

"God, I can't believe I didn't see it before. You just fucking loathe me."

"I do not. Grow up."

"Oh, yeah? Then what's your problem?"

"There isn't--"

"Stop lying!"

"You didn't fucking think!" He shouts. Loud enough that the noise outside cuts off. "You pulled that shit in the Upside Down and you almost died! Dustin got hurt!"

Eddie blinks his big brown eyes in stunned surprise.

"I told you, I said, 'dont try to be cute or be a hero or something.' And you know what you said? Do you?"

Eddie won't look at him now. "I had to make a choice, Steve."

"It was the wrong one!"

"I would do it all again. No matter what you say. I would do it to draw the bats away. To protect Dustin."

"But you didn't."

"There was no other way to stop them, Steve! They would've gotten through, into Hawkins."

"It doesn't matter."

"You weren't there! You can't tell me--"

"Yes, I can! I know."

"You don't! You think--"

"I almost lost you!" He screams. "You nearly died in my arms, Eddie. And for what?"

Falling in love with Eddie wasn't easy. It was blood and near death; it was weeks in a cold hospital room while Eddie existed in a drug-induced twilight state; it was agonizing convalescence and physical therapy and changing bandages; it was Eddie leading dnd sessions with bright eyes and contagious enthusiasm, herding the kids to the arcade and video store, theatrically serving snacks at movie night; it was festering, senseless anger at the near loss of something.

Eddie's lips tremble. "Steve, I--"

"It doesn't matter." He turns away to slide a hand down his face in an effort to wipe away the emotion. "You're fine and we're--it doesn't matter."

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "Steve, I'm sorry. I wanted--I thought it would help. I thought--"

And Steve has to admit, he does, the whole terrible contradiction of it all. "I know," he whispers back. "I would've--I know."

"I thought I was protecting Dustin. I thought I was buying you guys time with Vecna." Eddie's voice breaks. "I didn't--I--" He squeezes his eyes shut.

In the quiet of the kitchen, they gravitate to one another, foreheads resting together.

"I should have been there, Ed. I shouldn't have left you two alone. You almost died, and I--"

"Sweetheart, I'm right here. We're right here."

They don't kiss, but they're close enough that their mouths brush with each breath they take.

"Don't do that, again." Steve clenches his fists into Eddie's cutoff t-shirt. "Promise you won't ever--"

"I promise, Stevie. I promise. I'll be by your side until the very end, whatever it is."

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mcbride · 2 years

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#let’s do it

Joseph Quinn as EDDIE MUNSON in STRANGER THINGS S4 Vol. 2

#strangerthingsedit #strangerthingsgif #stedit #joseph quinn #eddie munson #stranger things #tvedit #tvgifs #tvstrangerthings #dailystrangerthings #by dixonscarol #gif*#stranger things spoilers #im sorry for the quality #but i had tooo #he's gonna save people #protect him!!

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libraryofgage · 3 months

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Good Vibrations Four

One | Two | Three

It has been a hot minute since I updated Good Vibrations hfjdksl thanks everyone for being patient with me, I just couldn't get this part written the way I wanted to for the loooongest time

There's a meme at the very end for anyone who sticks around!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P

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Of all the ways for Eddie's free period to go, getting cornered in the boy's bathroom by Robin Buckley was pretty damn low on the list. It's not even Robin's presence in the boy's bathroom that's throwing him off; it's the way her arms are crossed and she's glaring at Eddie like he's just bragged about kicking her puppy down the street.

Eddie pauses just inside the stall, holding the door open as the toilet struggles to flush behind him. A few seconds pass before Eddie forces himself to walk over to the sinks and wash his hands. "Buckley," he says, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"We need to talk, Munson," Robin says, her eyes narrowing as Eddie shuts off the faucet, grabs a few paper towels, and dries his hands. "What's your game?"

"D&D, mostly," Eddie replies, dropping the paper towels in the trash and giving Robin his full attention. He notes, briefly, that she's locked the door to the bathroom, ensuring nobody is walking in on them.

"With Steve, asshole."

Oh.

Eddie pauses, shoves his hands into his pockets, and tilts his head at her. "Still not sure what you mean," he says. He's starting to get an inkling, though.

Robin frowns, seeming to argue with herself before shoving her hands into her hair to push it out of her face. She just leaves it even frizzier and messier as she takes a deep breath. "Do you think Steve is just, like, your entertainment of the week?" she asks, placing her hands on her hips as she levels that same glare from before at him.

"What? Shit, no, of course, not," Eddie says, sliding back a step at the implication. "What the fuck, Buckley?"

She grits her teeth, takes a deep breath, and marches up to Eddie. "Listen, Munson. I know you. I know all about your little Munson Doctrine. I agreed with it once. And because of that, I know you might be thinking of getting to know all about how former King Steve is a...a...a deaf idiot so you can tell the whole fucking world about it," she hisses. "And I'm here to cut that shit off before it even starts. So, if that's your angle, Munson, I suggest you waltz your flat ass out of Steve's life before I bury you in the football field."

There's a lot to unpack there, and Eddie is going to start opening suitcases soon, but first he can't help saying, "My ass isn't flat, Buckley." Robin raises an eyebrow at him and pointedly looks in the mirror. Eddie doesn't follow her gaze, deciding he'd like to spare himself that tragedy.

When she looks back, Eddie clears his throat. "Besides, that's not...that isn't what I'm doing."

"Then what are you doing?"

Eddie looks away, squirming slightly under her gaze. If this were anyone else, if this were someone who hadn't endured the most awkward seven minutes of his life with him, Eddie wouldn't admit a thing. But because it's Robin, because he knows she'll understand even if she doesn't agree, he finds himself blurting, "I think he's cute!"

"Oh? Oh! Oooohhhh."

He can see Robin going on a whole journey over the course of one word repeated three times, and Eddie almost immediately regrets admitting anything. "You can't tell him," Eddie says, moving forward without thinking and grabbing Robin's shoulders. "I'm serious, Buckley, you can't tell Steve."

She blinks, studying his expression for a moment before humming softly. "What do you want me to do? Lie? I tell Steve everything. He'll know if I'm not telling him something," she says.

"Just say it's not your secret to tell! Because it isn't! It very much is not your secret to be sharing around."

Robin huffs and shrugs Eddie's hands off her shoulders. She leans against the sink, head tilted. "So," she says, her tone implying they're changing the subject now, "when did this little crush of yours start?"

"What do you care?"

"If I'm going to help you, Munson, I need to know."

"You're gonna help me?"

Robin grins at him. "This is my entertainment of the week."

Eddie huffs and looks away, pacing a few times from one end of the bathroom to the other before finally stopping. "Okay," he says, more psyching himself up than anything else. "Steve has always been, you know, hot. It made me so fucking angry when I realized in sophomore year since he was a jock and all. But now...now he's...more. And I'm burning up, man, I've gotta know everything. What's his music collection look like? Do the kids know he's deaf? How does he interact with people when he can't hear them? Is he comfortable closing his eyes when he kisses? Does he feel everything more because he can't hear? Wou--"

"Okay, I'm stopping you there," Robin says, her face twisted in disgust as she levels a judgmental look at Eddie. "I don't want to hear your questions about Steve and kissing or whatever else your dirty little brain is thinking of."

"You asked."

"And now I'm telling you to stop," Robin replies. She runs her fingers through her hair again, frowning slightly. "Okay, I think the most important thing here is etiquette."

"Etiquette? What, am I too rough for Steve's delicate sensibilities?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you'd like to avoid offending him the way you did the last time you spoke."

Okay. Fair. Eddie grimaces at the reminder, the image of Steve's frown and the sound of his closed-off voice forcing themselves to the front of his mind. His shoulders slump and he nods. "Yeah, I would," he says.

Robin nods once, pushes herself off the sink, and places her hands on her hips. "Let's start with some basics," she says, taking a deep breath, and Eddie finds himself wondering if he's about to get overwhelmed by these basics. "Don't talk when Steve isn't looking at you. Don't have anything in or covering your mouth when you speak. Talk a little slower and make sure you enunciate, but if you talk slow like Steve is stupid, I will punch you. If Steve asks you to repeat something, repeat it word-for-word, no matter how many times he asks. If someone addresses Steve and he doesn't notice, give him a subtle nudge. Never sneak up on Steve when he's alone. Even if it means more walking or whatever, move to a spot where he'll notice you approaching. Be expressive when you speak. Steve can't hear things like tone, so he doesn't always know when something is a joke or sarcastic. And never, ever, call Steve or anything about him bullshit."

"That last one...," Eddie says, trailing off as he frowns slightly.

"Is the most important. I'm serious, Munson."

"Okay," Eddie says, nodding once and figuring he'll leave it at that.

"Oh, and ask Steve to teach you sign language. It'll give you an excuse to see each other more often."

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Robin has been acting weird since she started her shift, and Steve barely manages to wait until he's 95% sure the store is empty to turn around and ask, "What's wrong?"

Her hands falter, nearly dropping the tape she's busy rewinding. She catches herself, though, and looks at Steve. "What do you mean?"

"You're not telling me something. You tell me everything. What's wrong?"

She hesitates, looking away and biting her bottom lip before sighing and looking back. "I learned a secret today, so it's not mine to tell."

"Oh," Steve says, his shoulders relaxing some. "I thought you were hiding something actually important from me."

He doesn't hear her scoff, but he sees the way her head jerks and her eyes roll when she does. "Why would I bother hiding anything from you, dingus?"

Before Steve can answer, Robin stiffens slightly as she looks over Steve's shoulder. He braces himself for the customer interaction he's about to endure, slaps on a fake smile, and turns around. "Welcome to Family Video. How ca--Eddie?" His smile softens into something genuine at seeing Eddie on the other side of the counter. "Hey, man, what's up?"

Eddie flashes a smile in return, glancing at Robin over Steve's shoulder before focusing back on him. "Hey. Just, uh, kinda had a favor to ask you," he says.

Several possibilities run through Steve's mind, all of them related to the kids, since he can't think of any other reason for Eddie to need a favor from him. "Oh," Steve says, frowning slightly in confusion. "What's the favor."

Instead of answering right away, Eddie shifts awkwardly. He looks away, tugging on a few strands of his hair like he's nervous. He starts to use them to cover his mouth, making Steve dread his inevitable request for Eddie to repeat himself, when he stops. Eddie literally freezes, his fingers twitching before he drops the strands of hair and places his hands on the counter like he needs to keep them in sight.

He takes a deep breath, and Steve is starting to get really concerned now. "Hey, Eddie, whatever it is, just ask. I won't get, like, angry or anything," he says, hoping that makes things easier.

"No, I know you won't," Eddie says, huffing softly before nodding once, more to himself than anything else. "I was, uh, thinking. I read once that sign language is, like, a thing. So, if you teach me some sign language, I'll write you a song that's all noise and vibrations."

Steve doesn't get it all at first, concentrating on Eddie's mouth and getting distracted halfway through by the thought of dragging his thumb across Eddie's bottom lip. "Could you repeat that?" he asks, steeling himself to actually pay attention this time.

Eddie doesn't complain. He just nods and repeats himself. Steve got more of it, enough to know what Eddie is asking for, but he finds himself pausing when he meets Eddie's eyes again. There's no annoyance or frustration at being asked to repeat himself. All Steve can see is patience and nervousness. Without thinking, he asks again, "Sorry, one more time please?"

And Eddie says everything again. He repeats himself word-for-word, still lacking any negative reaction to saying the same thing three times. Steve feels something warm settle behind his ribs, and he nervously licks his lips, catching the way Eddie glances down to follow the motion. He shoves his hands into his pockets, balling them into fists so he doesn't do something stupid like grab Eddie's hand. "One more time," Steve says, the words feeling breathy and soft as they brush past his lips, and he hopes he wasn't too quiet.

Eddie blinks, tilting his head slightly and glancing over Steve's shoulder again. Steve hasn't forgotten about Robin being behind him, but he figures he can just play it off as fucking with Eddie at this point. Eddie doesn't complain or ask if Steve is serious, though. He just...repeats himself, and Steve suddenly knows that Eddie would keep repeating himself until Steve got tired of asking.

"Thanks," Steve says, deciding to spare them both from continuing the loop. "I got it that time. What do you want to learn sign for?"

"A D&D campaign. Thinking of using it in the plot."

"Oh. Uh, yeah, I could teach you. Are you doing anything on Sunday?"

"Nope. Totally free. Nothing planned at all."

Steve can't help a slight grin, and he tells himself it's just because he's excited by the prospect of Eddie writing a whole song catered to how he experiences music. "Cool. Come by my place around noon."

Eddie nods once, exhaling like he's forgotten to breathe the entire time they were talking. His hands tap against the counter, drawing Steve's attention downward, and he suddenly wonders what Eddie's rings feel like. Steve forces himself to look back up before that thought can go too far.

"Will do," Eddie says once Steve is looking at him again. He flashes a smile and adds, "See you then, sweetheart."

With that, he turns on his heel and leaves, waving over his shoulder like Steve isn't trying to figure out if he read his words correctly. He watches Eddie leave, waiting for the door to close behind him before whirling around to find Robin still rewinding tapes like nothing happened. "Did he call me sweetheart?" Steve asks, needing to know if he's misunderstanding.

Robin looks up, eyebrows raised. "Don't know, dingus. I wasn't listening."

Steve barks out a laugh. "You're always listening," he points out.

She grins at him, her expression screaming trouble and that she knows something he doesn't. "Well, not that time," she replies, her grin widening as she adds, "But if I was, I'd say he did, yeah."

"He did," Steve murmurs, looking away from Robin and letting her confirmation sink in.

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loveinhawkins · 10 months

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Steve’s bat bites start to bleed again during the drive out of The War Zone.

It’s a slow realisation, a creeping dampness on his skin.

He stays as still as he can, keeps his movements small and contained when turning the steering wheel; he thinks he mostly gets away with it, manages to park the RV and pitch his voice on just the right side of normal as he tells the kids to scram.

Awareness of his surroundings grows a little fuzzy around the edges, but he senses enough to know that he’s alone—the silence feels heavy, makes his ears ring.

He lifts himself up out of his seat, one hand clinging onto the headrest for balance. The ringing gets sharper, more high-pitched; he shakes his head to try and clear it.

One step forward, then another, and another.

There’s a slight rocking motion under his feet. It feels a little like he’s in a boat that’s docked, constant movement even in the gentlest of waters.

His palms brush against the bathroom door.

“Okay,” Steve whispers to himself.

He hangs onto the sink to keep himself upright—feels the room sway, as if the waters underneath have suddenly become stormy.

With one hand, he finds the knot in the bandage.

“Okay, okay…”

Pulls.

Steve doesn’t think he blacks out, not quite, but there’s a shift, a dizzying tilt… and then, somehow, he’s sitting on the closed toilet seat.

And…

The bat bites must cause hallucinations or something.

Otherwise, Steve cannot explain why Eddie—who notoriously threw up and passed out during a dissection in Biology—is currently pressing a clean bandage against his stomach, staring down at the blood like he can’t look away.

“You’re good, you’re good,” Eddie’s saying.

He’s clearly trying to sound calm, but it’s just coming out strained, like what he really means is this is all a fucking nightmare actually, but we’ve gotta find something to be optimistic about.

“Think it just needs some more pressure,” he goes on. “Yeah, there, see? It’s stopping. Oh, thank God.”

Steve feels more gauze getting wrapped around his middle—if he wasn’t injured, it’d almost be a nice sensation, Eddie’s touch somehow the perfect mix of both firm and gentle.

As he works, Eddie hums nervously.

“Talk to me Harrington,” he says in a shaky sing-song. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging, man, gimme some awkward small talk. Got any hopes? Dreams? Anything I should know?

Oh, so many things, Steve thinks, still light-headed.

But then he really does mull that over: his mind goes to The Upside Down, to belatedly telling Eddie about the hive mind, and oh shit.

“Hey, weird question,” Steve says, “but I’ve not been, like, asking you to make it cold in here or, um, anything like that?”

Eddie blinks. “Uh. No?”

“Okay.” Before he lets the relief of hearing Eddie’s answer sink in, Steve adds, “If I ever do, you need to lock me in here and get out. Tell Nancy.”

Eddie’s staring at him like he’s grown a second head. “Sure. Cool. Cool! Uh, for any particular reason or—?”

“Just in case—like, I don’t feel any different, but—one time, Will Byers, when he was in The Upside Down it, like, infected him? Like a virus. Except more… possession. And they had to kinda… burn it outta him.”

“Ha,” Eddie says. A beat. “Oh fuck, you’re serious.”

“I really don’t have the energy to be messing with you, dude.”

“Sorry. Sometimes you all just say things, y’know? And if I don’t get it, I’m like, well, they’ve been living through this for a while, maybe they’ve got a code going on.”

“I mean,” Steve says, “we kinda do.”

Eddie shakes his head. “So when Buckley said she dealt with a human-flesh-based monster, and the one before that was smoke-related, that wasn’t just, like, a really fucked up metaphor?” Eddie’s eyes are wide, pleading. “Please say it was a metaphor.”

“Sorry,” Steve says sincerely.

Eddie sighs through a lacklustre chuckle. “You’re fine, Steve. As for, uh, being possessed, I don’t think so. You’re no weirder than usual, but—”

“Wow, thanks. Means such a lot coming from you.”

“—you were a bit, like, out of it for a few seconds, but it just looked like you were gonna faint on me. Um. How’re you feeling now?”

“Good,” Steve says. When Eddie raises an eyebrow, he tacks on, “As good as I can be, I guess. Still.” He groans slightly as he stands, goes back over to the sink. “Better check.”

“Check? What?”

Steve runs the water as hot as it will possibly go, until the steam is evident. He sticks his hand right into the stream, hears Eddie hiss as the water scalds his skin.

“Okay, yup. Not possessed.”

“Fucking fantastic. Now I want it cold,” Eddie says.

He takes control of the faucet, nods for Steve to put his hand under the now cold water.

After a minute or two, Eddie sighs and collapses onto the toilet seat himself.

There’s a squeak as Steve turns the faucet off—his skin’s probably not had the good of the cold water for nearly long enough, but it’ll do.

Eddie’s tipped his head back so he’s facing the ceiling, eyes closed. Steve watches him with sympathy; he really must hate blood.

“Eddie. You can go.”

“Mm, nope,” Eddie says without opening his eyes. “I’m fine right here.”

“Suit yourself.”

Steve turns back to the sink, frowns at the tiny mirror above it; there’s black spots on the glass, but he can make out enough. Christ, the bags under his eyes are horrific.

“Relax, Casanova,” Eddie says, almost as if he’s heard Steve’s thoughts. “You look good.”

“Uh-huh. Think your brain’s fried from being on the run.”

Steve leans against the sink with one hip, finds Eddie looking at him with a small smile.

“Yeah, probably. Or maybe being on the run just suits you.” Eddie’s eyes flicker down. His smile falters. “You know, in an ideal world,” he says conversationally, “you’d be in a hospital getting stitches.”

Steve scoffs. “In an ideal world, I’d be in bed sleeping.”

“Amen to that,” Eddie says lightly. But he still looks sombre. “Seriously, though. If it gets… you know. I’d drive you.”

“To the hospital? What are you gonna do, Eddie, wander up to the front desk? Sounds like a real interesting way to get arrested.”

But Eddie doesn’t leap at the chance to make a joke.

“Steve,” he says softly. “I mean it. I wouldn’t care.”

“That would sorta ruin the whole priority of hiding you.”

“That’s—” Eddie huffs. “That’s not the priority.”

“Huh, that’s funny, cause it is in my book.” Steve nods at the door, to his whole world just outside. “One of many.”

Eddie’s eyes narrow. “And your name better be right at the top, Harrington.”

Steve hums.

“In bold. Underlined.”

“Whatever you say.”

Eddie groans quietly, runs a hand down his face. “You worry me, man.”

“I’m not trying to.”

“I know. Just…” Eddie hesitates. “Don’t go off alone. You know?”

Steve thinks it over. He steps forward and offers Eddie his hand.

Eddie takes it.

When Steve pulls him up, he stumbles a little, as if he feels like he’s on a boat, too.

“Oops, sorry.” He grabs onto Steve’s forearm for balance. “Think this should be the other way round, man.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.”

Steve leads the way out of the bathroom—doesn’t mention the fact that, really, they’re both holding each other up.

There’s a bottle of water left in the back. Steve twists the cap off. Drinks.

“You too,” he tells Eddie.

“Huh?”

Steve considers him—thinks of the little flare of panic he felt when watching Eddie walk through the woods, tiptoeing around vines. How he had a sudden instinct to catch up to him, to make sure he wasn’t alone.

“I’m making a deal,” Steve says. “I won’t go off alone if you don’t.”

He lifts the bottle up as if making a toast—drinks again then passes it over to Eddie.

For the slightest of moments, their fingers brush; Eddie’s rings skim over Steve’s knuckles.

“So what’s this?” Eddie asks. “Legally binding magical water?”

Steve shrugs. “Cool metaphor,” he replies.

You say you just turn heel and run, Eddie. But sometimes I think if there was a fire, you’d run towards the flames if it meant no-one else got hurt.

Eddie smiles. Tilts the bottle towards Steve.

“Guess it’s a promise, then,” he says.

He drinks.

Steve prays that it holds.

#reciprocal hurt/comfort & protectiveness because they notice each other and care so damn much. with a side of banter of course ❤️#pre steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie

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itsvickytoria · 2 years

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Stranger Things Au

Chrissy Snaps

After junior year something inside of her just snapped. She knew her so-called cheer friends called her "Prissy Chrissy", behind her back, to say nothing of Jason's degrading smiles and "oh baby"s; like he thought she was nothing more than a dumb little girl who didn't see the world for what it was.

It angered her more than anything else. Did his mother take in his clothing in attempts to make him even smaller? Was his food restricted to nothing but bland chicken and salads? Did his father ignore every belittling comment his mother threw his way? Would she smile happily at him after she heard him empty his stomach out and say that she's proud of him? Did he experience getting locked inside of his room for days at a time for stepping 1 toe out of line? Did Jason see his mother's dead eyes as she told him how much she loved him?

Her breaking point was her mother's snide comment about her hips: "If only we could make them slimmer, puberty is making you too wide". Chrissy yelled and yelled at her mother, tears and snot streaming down her face. She doesn't think she's ever yelled so much before; she knows her mom hasn't by the shocked look on her face.

Rather than facing any of her mom's wrath, she ran, out of the house; running as long as she could until her legs locked and she tumbled over. Right in front of Melvald's General Store.

When Joyce Byers saw the young girl collapse in front of her store, she rushed outside and brought her back in giving her water and a place to sit. After giving her time to calm down, she did what she would've done with her kids and wrapped the girl in a hug.

She clung to Joyce for dear life, tears springing from her eyes as Joyce rubbed her back, afraid the older woman would disappear any second.

She spent the next two hours pouring her heart out to Joyce.

"I don't want to go back. It doesn't feel like my home. I don't feel safe there, I feel on edge. Like I could be yelled at for lying in my bed wrong."

Shame shot through her. "Maybe- maybe I'm just overreacting? This is how a mother is supposed to be. To make sure you're the best version of yourself." Joyce stayed quiet with a pinched face; she didn't even want to say the wrong thing to the young lady.

"Sweetheart, a mother's job is to love you unconditionally, to be there to hold you, to encourage you. You don't feel safe there because it isn't. Have you ever said any of this to Hopper?"

The next few days flew by. Joyce suggested that she stay at the Byers house that night. She called Chrissy's parents herself and didn't give them room for questions.

For the first time in years she got to sit at a dinner table full of laughs, loving smiles, and actual conversations.

She knew she never wanted to go back.

Chrissy knew it could only go up from here.

Part 2

#stranger things #mood board #stranger things season 4 #aesthetic #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #chrissy stranger things #chrissy #chrissy deserved better #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer #protect eddie #eddie #eddie and chrissy #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy cunningham #au

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 4 months

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fantasy au buddies bein affectionate

#ft. Protective Barnaby bc yeah <3 #poor guys pulled an eddie and fell in a lake... a very cold lake...#i think ive already posted the ponytail one but!#you will see it again i guess!#did not realize until i was writing these tags!#scribble salad #wh fantasy au

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ikarakie · 1 year

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tw / roofies

after corroded coffin goes big, sometime in the mid 90s, they go on tour. mostly in smaller venues and little dive bars, but eddie fucking loves it. drags robin and steve along with him as his 'managers' (see: freeloaders) mainly because he wanted his boyfriend with him and knew he couldn't keep birdie away from him for that prolonged period of time. it would be cruel.

mid-way through the tour, they perform in a bar. eddie likes to mill around after, chat to fans, get a drink, sign things, peacock a little. this time is no different. until robin comes up to him, noticeably alone. he asks where steve is at the same time she does. not fucking good.

they both scour the bar, and eddie's about two seconds away from ripping his hair out when robin grabs his arm and points to a booth in the corner. it's filled with girls, all in battle vests and dark eye makeup, and nestled between two of them on one side is steve. he's slumped over, head rested on the table, pillowed by one of the girl's hoodies. there's an empty glass beside another half empty one, both seemingly water. he rushes over.

they're a bit surprised to see him. when he asks after steve, they regard him with fucking suspicion. he has to show them the polaroid he carries around with him to make them soften. they explain they'd spotted him looking a bit dazed, and called him over. he'd told them he thought someone, somewhere, had slipped something in his drink and he couldn't find his friend, and so they'd squished him between them to keep him safe. eddie feels his heart burst, especially seeing the little corroded coffin pins on all their jackets and bags.

he gently shakes steve awake, presses a kiss to his temple and hands him off to robin, who carefully escorts him to the back exit where their van is parked. thanks the girls, profusely. they try to wave him off but he refuses to leave until he has all their names, has signed at least one thing for each of them and taken a photo with them on their camera.

years and years and years down the line, he still mentions them in interviews. by name. gushes about how they're the original corroded coffin fans, how dearly he loves them, and how if anyone is allowed to gatekeep in his fandom, it's them. every time he sees them at barrier for a concert he fucking lights up and calls them out. they're hailed by fans as minor celebrities, even. only they, steve (who calls them each every holiday and has actually become fucking friends with them) and robin know why they're so close.

#idk where this came from tbh #i just ... wlw mlm solidarity. protective metal girls (swoon)#yes theyre all lesbians #stranger things #prompt #steve harrington #steddie #imagine #stranger things prompt #eddie munson #steve and eddie #steddie prompt #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie hc #steddie headcanon #tw roofies

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