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queenimmadolla · 1 year

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Can I request a Eddie one shot where it’s that scene where he was basically telling Steve how Nancy still loves him and she didn’t hesitate to go after him but like instead it’s Eddie and female reader and it’s Steve telling Eddie that and Nancy and robin tell the reader something similar where it’s obvious they 1. Still love each other or 2. They like one another. You can choose whichever or go however you like!

Had to squeeze in some angst but I still think it’s pretty good, hope you like it!

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, exes to lovers)

“I can’t fucking believe I’m gonna die like this,” You muttered under your breath, watching your feet as you made your way through the Upside Down, covered in who knows what, drenched and exhausted. You’d been perfectly content (anxious) at home as a witch hunt for your ex-boyfriend assembled. Why you cared was beyond your knowledge, why Chrissy Cunningham being in his trailer in the first place plagued your mind was something you refused to think about. Thinking about it gave it more power over you and you would not let Eddie have more power over you. Not after he’d dumped you last week only to hook up with the most popular girl in school despite sneaking around with you for months because he didn’t want to go public with your relationship. Your feelings were beyond hurt.

Despite the emotional pain, you’d been about to go looking for him when the witch hunt came to you. As in Jason and his shit friends had abducted you from your home, foolishly believing there was a possibility Eddie could still care about you. They’d dragged you with them to the boat house where they had found Eddie and tried to use you as bait, only you’d been able to slam your fist back into Jason’s balls. His grip had dropped from around your neck as he crumbled to the ground and Patrick made no move to stop you–his eyes almost pleading with you to escape–as you dove into the water.

Jason recovered quickly, though, jumping in after you. Patrick had jumped in after him, pulling him away from you to give you more time to escape. You’d almost reached Eddie’s boat, where he was leaning over, ready to pull you on board when you could hear Jason start yelling at Patrick. Despite Eddie yelling at you to keep coming to him, you turned just in time to see Patrick go under. Then he’d shot up into the air, where he proceeded to contort in ways the human body was not ever meant to, like he was some soda can before plummeting down to the water. At that point, Eddie was in the lake with you, tugging you with him and you went willingly, positive Patrick was dead.It had more of an effect on you than you cared to admit. He’d been nice to you the entire time you’d been Jason’s hostage. More than once, you’d almost been on the receiving end of Jason’s emotional tantrums and Patrick had been the one to step in and take the hit. Almost like he was used to it. He’d kept you calm, let you know he wouldn’t let Jason harm you, that he’d get you out of there.

You had tried sympathizing with Jason, aware stupid ass police officers had been the reason he believed Eddie played a major role in Chrissy’s death but he was taking things way too far. You didn’t think he’d stop until the boy he believed to be his girlfriend’s killer was dead. You’d been stuck with Eddie in the woods until help came in the form of Steve Harrington and his rag tag group. Then you’d been on that damn lake again, unable to think of anything but Patrick’s body hitting the water.

Eddie had tried to talk to you, console you but you’d shrugged away from him and moved onto the otherside, next to Steve. Knowing Eddie was alive soothed your worry but your annoyance and disdain for him was at an all time high. You were in this mess because he just had to play hanky panky with someone else’s girlfriend.

When Steve had been pulled under and everyone jumped in, you’d been about to dive in after Robin.“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” Eddie screamed at you, hand darting out to secure itself around your wrist as you stood with one foot on the edge. “I’m going in! They need help!” You frowned, ignoring the sensation that had shocked its way through your nervous system at his touch.

“Like hell you are, you’ll get yourself killed!” His eyes were pleading with you but you couldn’t see past your own hurt. “Just stay in the boat, please I can’t lose you!”

“I’m not yours, remember?” It made that ache in your heart rip wide open to say and you couldn’t stand to look at him any longer so you’d torn yourself away and jumped in. Probably wouldn’t have if you had known you’d have to fight bat looking demon creatures. You’d been on the tennis team so you were impressively knocking them out of the air like flies until a fucking wave of them were approaching. You’d all run into the cover of the disgusting looking woods rather than face them. Now here you all were, licking your wounds and making your way to Nancy’s house.

Eddie and Steve were somewhere behind you while you walked alongside Nancy and Robin.

“Are you guys like a thing?” Robin blurted out in a whisper, “I wasn’t gonna ask but if we’re gonna die, I’m kind of curious to know. He seemed to be coming onto you pretty hard in the boat.”

“No, we’re not a thing,” You sighed out, rubbing the soot—or wherever the fuck the nasty shit in the air was, off of your face. “Anymore.”

“I told you,” Robin lightly slapped Nancy’s shoulder with the back of her palm. “He looked pretty crushed when you ignored his help getting in the boat.”

“Yeah, well, when you get dumped you kind of don’t want anything to do with the guy after. Not that being held hostage and getting sucked into another dimension with him isn’t romantic.”

“Are you being sarcastic?” “Yes, Robin. I’m being sarcastic.”

“So, it’s over? Donzo? Caput?”

“As dead as the girl in his trailer.”

Robin pursed her lips and nodded while Nancy bit her lip.

“You know, he sort of implied she was there for other reasons.” Nancy supplied and you winced, trying to push the imagery out of your head.

“I don’t need nor want to know that.”

“No, no, not that! Business related.” You glanced her way to see her raising her eyebrows, hoping you’d understand her implication.

“You want me to believe Chrissy was at Eddie’s to buy drugs? The first scenario sounded more believable.” You huffed, glancing behind you just in time to see Eddie’s gaze dart away.

“It’s true,” Robin agreed, having grown fond of Eddie in their short time forced together, “I mean, yeah the guy was sad about her death, but I think it had more to do with the fact that he ran away.”

“What was he supposed to do?” You chortled, picturing Patrick’s death again. If Chrissy’s was as brutal as that, there had been no saving her. And why a coroner seemed to think a practical teenager was capable of breaking limbs, dislocating a jaw and crushing their eyes in like that was also questionable. Someone deserved to be fired. “Unfold her broken bones and tell her dead body to get up and run?”

Robin shrugged her shoulders, looking almost like she agreed with you, “Yeah, I don’t know exactly what he expected to do there, to be honest. But I know he feels at fault, almost. And I know he stares at you like my dad stares at my mom.”

You and Nancy both raised your eyebrows at her.

“In love! He stares at her like he’s in love! He jumped in after you, right? That guy has been hesitant every step of the way but he came in through that weird ass portal thingy right after you did. You weren’t even settled on your feet when he came through. It means something. Look, I can’t exactly be with the person I’m interested in, but if sh-they were looking at me like he looked at you? I’d be in their arms right now, professing my love and ready to take on Vecna.” Nancy stared at Robin, looking slightly awed at her speech, “Wow, Robin. That was actually really good.” “Because I mean it.” She was giving you a look you didn’t need to decipher, too busy thinking about how scared you’d been when you didn’t know if he was alive or not. You could lie to them all you wanted, but you couldn’t lie to yourself about being in love with Eddie. A love like yours wouldn’t just go away after a week.

“Nancy jumped in after Steve, are you saying that means she’s in love with him?”

“No!” Nancy made a face, shaking her head. “Now that is done. Plus, I’ve got a boyfriend who I am very much in love with. If it had been Jonathan, that thing wouldn’t have had the chance to drag him all the way through after I was done with it. Steve’s my friend. I wasn’t about to let him drown. Robin jumped in, too.”

“I am also not in love with Steve,” Robin commented dryly, as displeased with the idea as she was in Starcourt. Behind you, Eddie was getting a similar pep talk. “So what’s going on there, Munson?” Steve gestured to you as they hung back. Eddie glowered at him before his gaze was focused on the back of your head again. “None of your business.” Steve shrugged, satisfied with having tried. Eddie quickly grew restless. “She hates me.” He admitted with a frown. “Highly doubt that.” “Did those bat things get your eyes, too? ‘Cause you are definitely not seeing what I’m seeing.” Eddie had expected you to ignore him, you’d done so immediately after the break up but he was hoping now that you were in an actual life or death situation, you’d be a little more open.

He’d been scared shitless when Jason called out to him from the shore and he’d seen you with him. Then he noticed Jason’s hand gripped around your neck. All he knew after that was rage.

By some fucking good luck, you’d both managed to get out of the situation relatively unharmed, though he knew how effected you must have been with Patrick’s death. You’d been in a near catatonic state until the others showed up and informed you on exactly what was going on. Then you went right back to purposely ignoring him while all Eddie wanted to do was hold you until this was all over. “We’re literally in a very filthy version of Hawkins, she saw me almost eaten alive, there’s a very good possibility we won’t get out of here and she still won’t talk to you. If she hated you, she’d have no trouble chatting you up in these circumstances, for the hell of it. But she’s not, which means she’s really hurt, really mad, or both. And that means she cares, a lot more than she wants to admit.” Eddie dragged his stare away from you to glare at Steve, suspicious of his intentions, “You noticed all of that? Is there a reason you were paying such close attention to her?”

The jealousy stirred in his belly, though he was aware he’d been the one to end things between you, meaning he didn’t really have the right to be jealous, Eddie was. He was so very jealous. He’d wanted to rip Steve’s arm off when you’d been the only one to accept Steve’s assistance getting into the boat and not his.

And you’d jumped in to save him, despite knowing him for even less time than Eddie had. The implications were there and Eddie didn’t like them one bit. The only reason he’d broken it off with you in the first place was all the flack he was catching as of late, he knew the moment you went public with your relationship, they’d group you in as a freak with him. You were anything but a freak. Smart, beautiful, vice president, you had a lot going for yourself. Who the fuck was he to hold you back? So, he’d painstakingly let you go; felt very much so like he was ripping his own heart out along with yours. Then a week later, everything went to shit. Still, through all the supernatural events taking place, you were at the forefront of his mind. You were all that mattered. Making sure you got out of this alive was his only goal, whether you hated him or not.

“Whoa, no! She’s all yours buddy, I’m just stating my observations. I’ve gotten pretty good at reading women, lately. Ironically, I can't seem to find one.”

Eddie glanced between Steve and Nancy, aware of their previous relationship but there didn’t seem to be any romantic interest between the two, Steve remained relatively unbothered (though annoyed with his lack of a female companion), it seemed that chapter was truly over.

“You’ll find her eventually. As for her,” Eddie’s attention was back on you as his longing hit him full force. “I love her. Really messed things up and I don’t think she’ll forgive me.”

“Won’t know if you don’t try, right?”

“Right.”

When they reached Nancy’s house, Eddie pulled you aside in the entryway while the others all seemed to conveniently vanish.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.” Was the first thing out of your mouth, you moved to head up stairs but once more, Eddie held you back.

“Don’t know if you noticed, honey, but right now might be all we have. I get it, you’re mad at me. And you have every right to be, I’d just rather not go out if this world—or, this dimension, I guess—without you knowing I’m stupid fucking in love with you.” Eddie declared, hand squeezing your unresponsive one.

“Sure,” You rolled your eyes, trying to yank your hand out of his grasp. Eddie wouldn’t budge, slowly reeling you in.

“Why are you so intent on being hard headed?”

“Because if we weren’t in a really fucked up alternate dimension, you wouldn’t be talking to me right now. You’d be nice and cozy with a pretty cheerleader in your trailer. Let’s just get back to our normal, shitty dimension and go back to pretending we never existed to each other, yeah?” It wasn’t a question. You tried to pull away again but once more, Eddie didn’t release you.

Instead, he tugged you forward until the tips of your shoes were touching, grinning victoriously down at you.

You were stuck in a world filled with monsters and the idiot was smiling??

“You’re jealous.” He stated, eyes alight with delight as his thumb stroked along your wrist. “You still love me.”

“What!? No! I just-I’m pointing it out!” You stuttered out, floundering to come up with an explanation as to why you brought up the other girl.

Eddie finally dropped his hold on your wrist only for his hand to move to the back of your head, holding you in place as he crushed his mouth to yours.

You raised your hands in surprise before they moved forward to rest on his chest and surprisingly, you didn't push him away. Instead, your hands bunched the fabric, face of the Tiefling mascot scrunched in your fist as Eddie worked your mouth open. The kiss tasted heavily of Lover’s Lake but you hadn’t thought you’d ever be in the position to kiss him again so neither of you gave a fuck.

Eddie pulled away, much to your dismay, panting out, “She was there to pick up special K. That’s it, okay? Just business. Only person I wanna be cozied up to is you, honey. I was fucking stupid, we should be together, baby. Me and you. How it was always meant to be and yeah, okay this whole ‘we’re all gonna possibly die’ thing prompted me but that’s all it was, a prompt. Bucket of ice cold water, a kick to the ass, a wake up call; if I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die knowing the love of my life is aware of just how much I love her. Never stopped. Not for a single goddamn second.”

You were fighting back tears when you flung yourself at him, arms wrapping around his shoulders as his wound around your waist, clutching you tightly to him.

“Don’t say that! You’re not gonna die. We’ll get out of this.” You weren’t so sure, especially now that you know what the clock meant. You hadn’t told the others you’d heard the cursed sound while you were in Jason’s car after they had snatched you. You couldn’t tell Eddie, he’d be devastated about your impending fate.

“Say it,” he begged, pulling back only enough to stare down at you with pleading eyes, “please.”

“I love you.” Your response was instant, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Eddie made a choked sound before he was dipping down for another desperate kiss. The two of you stayed molded together for a handful of minutes, indulging in your renewed declarations until Steve called out.

“You guys hear that? Dustin?”

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ectonurites · 11 months

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a hawkins lab screenshot study

#el hopper #eleven hopper #henry creel #the massacre at hawkins lab #stranger things #stanger things 4 #sam draws shit

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tailsgod · 1 year

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“Don’t Ya Big Boy”

#Steddie #StrangerThing #Stranger Things #Stanger Things 4 #eddie munson #steve harrington #dont ya big boy #joeseph quinn #joe keery

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vic394 · 2 years

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Midnights - Steddie

It’s Steve who falls first, but only because Eddie doesn’t allow himself to fall at all.

He likes Steve, he’s intrigued by Steve, by the way he talks, the way he looks, the way he wears a certain denim vest like it’s been designed to fit him much better than it ever fit Eddie.

Eddie likes the way they got closer, initially talking about Vecna and the horrors they’ve been through, but eventually steering towards more mundane topics, the things they like to do with their free time; they compare their music taste and start organizing movie nights. Sometimes, they’ll hang out at Eddie’s and have a smoke.

And one evening they’re all having some drinks in the Harrington’s living room, Robin and Nancy sitting cross-legged on the carpet and Eddie half sprawled on the couch when Steve emerges from the kitchen with a new round of fresh beers for everyone. Eddie straightens up as Steve lets himself plop on the couch next to him and passes him a bottle, smiling at him softly, their hands brushing just for a moment longer than necessary.

And oh.

Oh no.

Eddie smiles back, and he hopes it doesn’t look as forced as it feels, while his heart skips one too many beats.

He has to catch himself before he downs the whole beer in one go.

This cannot be happening. Him, Eddie Munson, cannot possibly fall in love with former king Steve Harrington.

He just can’t let that happen. Because how could Steve, beautiful and sweet Steve, ever be interested in the town freak. Steve, who so easily charms the people around him with a simple smile, who could have anyone he wants at his feet with minimum effort. Steve, who used to go on countless dates and suddenly, after the battle with Vecna, stopped asking girls out and gave no explanation.

Eddie decides he’s going to break his own heart before Steve gets a chance to go anywhere near it.

And that’s why, in the following weeks, he makes himself smaller. It’s a difficult task, against his nature, because Eddie is big and loud and he’s aware of the space he can take up in a room, but as soon as Steve is in the same space, Eddie gets ever so quieter and he tries not to gesture around too much and he does everything in his power to avoid Steve’s gaze as much as he can.

He has to, he could never resist the softness in those big brown eyes. And if he let his guard down, then it would all be over.

So, he turns around before seeing Steve waving at him when he sees him, he doesn’t notice the way Steve’s own smile dies on his lips every time he fails to make eye contact with him, he doesn’t let himself take in the way Steve laughs at his jokes, as if he could listen to Eddie talk for days and never get bored.

It's Dustin who notices, and one day he corners Eddie and tries to understand what’s going on between them, why has he been avoiding Steve like the plague.

Apparently, he hasn’t been as subtle about it as he thought.

Eddie doesn’t know what to say, which is scary because he’s not one to ever remain speechless. Dustin just sighs, pats him on the back and tells him to please figure it out quickly, because he really can’t take anymore of Steve looking like a sad puppy every time they all hang out together.

It squeezes Eddie’s heart, how deeply Dustin cares for all of them, and he promises that he’ll try.

He fails. Miserably, spectacularly, he fails.

Steve tries to get closer to him at gatherings, tries to talk to him like they used to, and Eddie feels like he could jump out of his own skin because of the jolts of electricity Steve’s voice sends down his spine. It’s the glint of hope in Steve’s deep brown eyes, the way his hair falls so perfectly on his forehead, the heat of his body that scorches Eddie even if they’re not nearly close enough to touch.

It's inebriating, Steve’s presence, it feels like it took all the space that Eddie gave up on when he was trying to make himself disappear a little bit at a time. It’s too much for him to handle and he has to leave, he has to get outside, get air in his lungs.

Because he can’t possibly fall in love with Steve Harrington.

He makes up a half assed excuse and walks out of the Wheeler’s basement and into the night, the sharpness of the cold air hitting him with a force he doesn’t expect.

He only manages a few steps before something else happens that he doesn’t expect.

“Eddie, wait!”

He freezes in place at sound of the voice he longs for, the voice he dreams about every waking moment and that rings in his ears every sleepless night. The same voice he’s been trying to escape for weeks.

He turns to find Steve looking at him almost desperately, his face a mixture of confusion and hurt.

“What did I do wrong?” it breaks Eddie’s heart, the way Steve will immediately put the blame on himself even when he’s done nothing wrong. He wants to reach out, reassure him that no, he was never the problem, that if anything he’s the solution, but Eddie’s lips are sealed shut. Again, speechless.

So Steve keeps talking because there’s nothing else he can do, and he just pours everything on Eddie, how he thought they were really starting to get closer and comfortable around each other, how much he valued Eddie’s presence in his life, how confused he felt when Eddie pulled away as briskly as he did, how it hurt him to not know why, because he cares about Eddie, he cares so much and he’ll forever kick himself if he’s wronged him somehow and-

It's pure word vomit and Eddie doesn’t know how to react and it’s like his brain short-circuits. He closes the gap between himself and Steve and does the only thing he can think of: takes Steve’s face in his hands and kisses him.

It’s extremely awkward and full of teeth as Steve huffs in surprise, his monologue cut off mid-sentence, and Eddie’s systems immediately go into panic mode because oh Jesus H Christ what the hell is he doing, but Steve hasn’t punched him in the face yet so he counts that as a minor win.

He pulls away and it takes all the courage he can muster to look up. Steve looks like he got tazed, eyes wide and face flushed, his lips open in a surprised ‘o’.

“I’m sorry, I-”

It’s Eddie’s turn to be cut off as Steve grabs the hem of his jacket and pulls him back in for another kiss, this one softer, deeper, their tongues meeting as their bodies are pressed together and it’s everything Eddie has dreamed of and more.

They separate again after what feels like an eternity, foreheads touching as they smile like idiots, Steve still holding on to Eddie’s jacket like he’s not going to let him go now that he’s finally got him.

Eddie’s okay with that.

He finally allows himself to fall in love with Steve Harrington.

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A/N: I'm sleep deprived and the new Taylor Swift album is out so here's the consequences. I haven't done any editing because I'm too tired but I hope you'll like it!

#steddie #steddie headcanon #steddie hcs #stranger things #stanger things 4 #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie stranger things #steve x eddie #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #dustin henderson #joe keery #joseph quinn #steddie fic #steddie brainrot

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eddiemunson-thehero · 2 years

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Hii! Could I request reader asking Jonathan Byers and or Eddie Munson for their jacket when reader is cold headcanons

They are friends but Jonathan/Eddie have a crush on reader :)))

(You don't have to do both if you do not want to but please feel free to do both if you do want to :)

Ahhh tysm for the request, this is so cute i can’t resist i have to do both boys.

Warning: ST4 spoilers

Eddie

The way I imagine this is you and Eddie would be newer friends, after all the chaos that has been occurring with Vecna, however, you’ve always caught Eddie’s eye within the four walls of Hawkins High

Maybe a night out at the movies with Nancy, Steve, Robin, Eddie, and you, maybe even a horror movie with a bunch of jumpscares

You would be sitting next to Eddie and he would notice you hiding behind your hands, not being able to handle the movie

He would also notice that you were shaking, either from fear or the chilly temperature in the theatre

In an attempt to be a knight in shining armor for you, he would offer you his leather jacket, his prized possession, to provide you with some warmth and comfort

Actually, it probably wouldn't even be an offer, he would probably shove the jacket at you, not giving you time to argue with him

He’d probably mumble something to you along the lines of “don't even think about saying no just take it please”

How could you say no to him i mean my god

Slipping your arms into that jacket, Jesus christ it would be so big and smell just like him, warm maybe like vanilla, like the woods, and of course weed

SNUGGLING INTO THE JACKET FOR WARMTH BUT ALSO USING THE LONG SLEEVES TO HIDE YOUR FACE FROM THE MOVIE

Jesus christ I want to be friends with Eddie so much

Jonathan

Okay since season 4 has done nothing but tease the demise of nancy and Jonathan :( I'm gonna write this as if they broke up

You and Jonathan met when he moved out to California with his family, quicking bonding over both of your new-found love for weed

Becoming fast friends with the quirky man himself, you were often invited over to the Byers residence

Joyce would absolutely love you, and El would appreciate having another female figure to look up to and learn from

So one night in the fall after dinner at the Byers you and Jonathan would excuse yourselves to go on a walk

Def so yall could smoke

Finding a nice secluded park you guys would share a joint, just enjoying each other's company

As the sun sets the wind would be picking up a bit, and the chill of the air would hit your bones immediately

Being high didn't help either

Jonathan being the attentive guy he is would notice your right away and offer you his jacket, already shrugging it off of his shoulders and wrapping it around you

“Here please, take my jacket it's getting cold, don't want you getting sick, smoking with Argyle isn’t as fun as it is with you”

He’d watch you curl yourself into his jacket and his heart would melt

He’d also def be pissed that he didn’t have his camera on him to take a picture but would make a mental note for next time

I feel like the jacket would smell warm, again maybe like vanilla and cedarwood, as well as like laundry detergent

God what I would do to ugh I love him so much

Tysm for this request!!! feel free to send in some more :)))))

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #jonathan byers fluff #jonathan byers #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers x reader #stranger things #stanger things 4

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an2e77e · 2 years

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little hc that joyce would cut elevens hair

#stranger things #stanger things 4 #joyce byers #jane hopper #eleven stranger things #st4 fanart #them being family is so 💕💕💕🥺🥺🥺🥺#an2e77e #byers family

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neblisi · 2 years

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𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝟜

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skeleton-bees · 2 years

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I was thinking about it today and I wonder what came to the minds of the Duffers because they themselves said that Eddie isn’t coming back and that he was doomed from the start. They also said that they made him really loveable because they knew if nobody liked him they wouldn’t get a reaction from fans. SO WTF WAS GOING THROUGH THEIR HEADS LIKE KILLING SOMEONE EVERYONE LOVES DOESN’T MAKE YOUR SHOW MORE POPULAR IT MAKES PEOPLE MAD AT YOU.

It also makes me upset that they did all of that protect Steve bullshit when they were never gonna kill off main cast in the first place. Like I don’t know about anyone else but when you kill of my favourite character it makes me wanna stop watching. Since now I know he’s not coming back I don’t want to watch season five I wanna lay in the corner and die with him ffs. It just doesn’t make sense to kill off your fan’s favourite character thinking it going to make them want to watch more especially after you made them think he was gonna be okay by making fans think you were gonna kill off Steve. And the fact that Joseph was like maybe if I worked harder they would’ve kept Eddie like I’m done

HE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER

#life is shit <3 #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #duffers sleep with one eye open #stranger things #stanger things 4 #screw the duffers

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stficblog · 2 years

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The New Girl (part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Description: Uhhh it’s kind of all over the place but Eddie saves you from a creep and gets a taste of what it’s like to be part of a happy family.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: Sexual harassment and I guess you could call it fluff? I’m not very familiar with fanfic definitions.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I’m kind of making things up as I go but I do have a sort of outline of where the story goes and I promise the slow burn will eventually catch fire. It’s gonna be a while though. Big fan of friends to lovers but we gotta make em friends first, y’know?

Eddie sat quietly at the dinner table. After a few hours of working on the script for your Spanish skit, your mother had called the two of you down for dinner.

“Make yourself at home, dear,” said Mrs. Y/L/N, “do you like shepherd’s pie?”

“Never had it before,” said Eddie, accepting the plate that she offered him.

He kept glancing nervously at Mr. Y/L/N, who sat at the end of the table. Your father hadn’t spoken a word to Eddie the whole time. Was he mad that there was a strange boy in his home? Did he think Eddie was a dirty mongrel unworthy of his attention?

“So, Eddie,” Mr. Y/L/N said conversationally, “you and Y/N are working on a Spanish project together?”

“Yes… sir.”

“Please, call me Josh,” Mr. Y/L/N chuckled.

Eddie nodded uncertainly and glanced at you. He did a double take. You were… smiling. It was the first time he’d ever seen you smile.

“It’s going really well,” you said with a grin, “all we need to do now is memorize the skit.”

Your mother let out a gasp of joy, startling Eddie.

“Does this mean you’ll be back tomorrow?”

Eddie looked to you for confirmation and found himself relieved when you nodded. He realized in that moment that he was smiling too. He no longer felt like he wasn’t supposed to be there.

So this is what a family is supposed to look like.

Walking out of your last class for the day, you realized that someone was following close behind you. You turned around and your stomach dropped when you saw the boy from Tracy’s gang. The one who was always staring at you like a predator might stare at his next quarry. The one who was now reaching toward you with a wolfish grin.

The boy threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you in close. You froze.

“Hey, Y/N,” the boy purred in your ear, “let me walk you to your locker. It’s just next to Ms. O’Donnell’s, right?”

He started walking and you stumbled forward, unable to push back or escape his grasp.

“I’m Brett, by the way.”

You remained silent, paralyzed by fear. Brett chuckled and looked down at you. His face was uncomfortably close to yours.

“You’re really cute, by the way,” he muttered into your hair, “we should go out sometime.”

Another boy spotted the two of you going the opposite direction down the hallway and made eye contact with you. Surely he could see how uncomfortable you were and would come to your rescue. Instead, he winked at Brett and clapped him on the shoulder as he passed.

After what felt like miles of walking, you turned a corner and saw Eddie at his locker, two spots away from yours. His back was turned as he stuffed books and papers into it.

“Which one’s yours, babydoll?”

You nearly retched at the nickname but managed to point towards your locker. Brett led you to it and thankfully released you so you could unlock it. He rested an arm against the wall of lockers, looming over you as you finally pulled the metal door open.

You froze again when you felt a cold hand snake up the back of your shirt. You could see Brett grinning slyly out of the corner of your eye. Suddenly, you heard a slam to your side. Brett’s hand disappeared from under your shirt as he straightened up.

Brett stood tall, challenging Eddie with a smirk. The long haired boy stood with one hand on the locker that he had just slammed shut, his other hand clenched into a fist at his side. There was a look on his face that you couldn’t quite read.

“Got a problem, freak?”

Without saying anything, Eddie started marching towards you. Brett cracked his knuckles, preparing for a fight, but Eddie stopped just in front of you.

“We’re gonna be late,” he said in a low voice.

“What?” You and Brett spoke at the same time.

“We’re gonna be late,” Eddie repeated, louder this time. “Your mom’s waiting.”

“Oh. OH! Yes, my mom!” You nodded vigorously and turned to Brett.

“Wait, what?” Brett’s hands drooped in front of him, his eyebrows knit with confusion.

“My mom! She’s… waiting! For us!” You quickly shut your locker and rushed to Eddie’s side.

“Wh-”

“Bye Brett!”

You and Eddie half walked, half ran out of the building, leaving Brett standing bewildered next to your locker.

The van settled to a stop in your driveway, leaving you and Eddie in silence.

“Are you… ok?”

You turned to Eddie with wide eyes and for a moment he thought you were going to start crying. Then you broke down in a fit of giggles, doubling over in your seat. Within seconds, you were both gasping with laughter.

“His face!” Eddie choked out.

“My mom’s waiting for us??”

“It was the first thing I could think of!”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and leaned back, still chuckling.

“Thank you, seriously,” you finally said, “that guy has been creeping on me from day one.”

“Of course,” Eddie said earnestly, “anytime.”

“Mierda,” Eddie swore. He covered his face with his hands and flopped back on your bedroom floor. “I’m never gonna get this.”

The two of you had been practicing your skit for an hour now. So far, he knew “buenas tardes” and the handful of swear words you had taught him.

“I have an idea,” you said, standing up. “C’mon, let’s go downstairs.” You held out your hands, which Eddie took, and pulled him to his feet.

Maybe it was just from getting up too quickly, but Eddie felt his heart racing as he followed you out of the room. He closed his hands into light fists, still feeling the warmth from your hands on his.

A few minutes later, you sat across the dining table from Eddie and your mother. You and your mother performed the skit over and over with Eddie and your mother reading the script together as you went.

You found that it was easier for Eddie to learn it when he watched someone else performing it, rather than trying to perform it himself with words that he wasn’t used to hearing out loud. After a dozen or so repetitions, he decided to give it another shot.

He nailed it.

Eddie leapt triumphantly from his chair, punching the air. You leapt out of your own seat and went to high five him. Misinterpreting your body language, he pulled you into an enthusiastic hug, which you returned after a moment of surprise.

Your mother sat back and crossed her arms with satisfaction. Finally, her daughter had a friend.

Part 4

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Sister, Sister.

Synopsis: Y/N Munson refused to belive her brother was a mruderer, but what could she do? She thought nothing, until she had an unexpected guest to the motel.

A/N: Idk felt like we needed a sister fic. If anyone lieks this i have a few ideas for a part 2, but if you want a part 2 send em your ideas too! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Y/N Munson wasn’t as big of a social pariah as her older brother, but she definitely wasn’t popular either. Sure, she got along with her brother, after everything that happened with their dad, he was determined to make sure she would have every opportunity available to her. She wouldn’t flunk senior year twice like he had, she wouldn't be left out of any party, she wouldn’t be alone if he had a say. She was 16, he was 20, 4 years apart, when things went south with their dad, he was the one that scooped her up and took them to their uncles. And that's where they stayed. They were inseparable. Sure he was protective of her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t do the usual brother things. Like turning the cold tap on in the kitchen when she was in the shower, turning the water ice cold, or if she was being extra annoying on the ride to school he’d always threaten to throw her out. He never would of course, he knew that and she knew that, but it stopped her all the same. You were like his mini me, you idolised him, he introduced you to DND, to metal, he taught you how to play guitar, he even got you a guitar of your own for your 14th birthday, you treasured it of course. People were nicer to you though, Eddie was so proud of you on your first day of freshman year. He’d expected you to come and sit with him and Hellfire, but he saw you happily chatting away to a group of girls in the lunch hall, finding your own lunch table to sit at. He couldn’t help but smile at you across the room. At the end of the day, you were each other's best friends.

It was a usual Friday night, you thought so at least. You’d been at the arcade with your friends and were waiting for Eddie to pick you up, but that was an hour and a half ago. He’d warned you he was doing a deal, and he’d be a bit later than usual. You didn’t mind for the first half an hour, but then the arcade closed and you were sat waiting on a bench outside the now dark building. You checked your watch with a sigh, and crunched your brows together. You were gonna give him hell for this.

The two hour mark passed and your anger had turned to worry. Where was he? Has something happened? At that point you went to stand up and at that moment a squad car pulled up in front of you.

“Y/N Munson?” The officer asked you, you gave him a confused look. A pit formed in your stomach, something has happened? Was Eddie ok? Did the deal go wrong? Did he set off and crash?

“We’d like to ask you a few questions. Hop in.” The officer said, you had so many questions, but you jumped in without hesitation. Eddie told you not to trust the cops, and you didn’t but maybe he had answers for you. Eddie was tardy but this was ridiculous. When in the back you looked at the officer beside you.

“Is everything ok? Where’s Eddie? Has something happened to him?” The officer eyed you and sighed, he shook his head.

“I’ll explain everything at the station, your uncles are already there talking to other officers.” The pit just got larger and larger until you were at the station.

After you were questioned, still without the situation being explained, you were reunited with Wayne. He gave you a hug, his expression was sad and he said he’d explain it to you when you were at the motel. You never expected him to tell you how Eddie was suspected for murder, and he had ran away. You couldn’t help but sob. It was ridiculous, Eddie couldn't even kill a spider, and they're saying he killed someone? You couldn’t believe it. You WOULDN’T believe it. That night you sobbed as silently as you could while your uncle slept in the bed next to you in the dingy motel.

It had been a few days since you were told about what happened to Chrissy. There had been another murder, you couldnt watch the news wihtout feeling sick. Wayne had gone to work, he wouldn’t be back for a few nights. He couldn’t handle being in Hawkins and took a job a few towns over to distract himself. He’d left you about 200 bucks, enough for food and if you wanted to see friends. But you hadn’t left the room for days, and you didn’t plan on it, people were slandering your brother left right and centre and you didn’t want to be witness to anyone calling him a murderer. You knew he was innocent, he was your brother after all you knew him better than anyone. You’d ordered a pizza, and were eating it in the dim room in your pyjamas. Your uncle had been to the trailer before they closed it off for investigation and grabbed some things. He was thoughtful enough to grab your VHS player and your favourite movies, all horror of course. You were pissed though, the stupid pizza place had forgotton your garlic bread. It was late though, you were too lazy to call in and complain so you just dealt with it. Biting into a slice of pizza as you watched the small tv intently, Halloween playing loudly on the tv, just as Michale Myers stabbed at someone there was a knock at the door. Dropping your pizza slice as you jumped, you ran over to the player and paused the movie. Expecting the pizza place to be there with the missing items and an apology, what you weren't expecting was a tall figure standing in front of you with a michael myers mask on. You screamed, but before you drew attention the man covered your mouth and ushered you into the room with panic.

“Shush shush I swear to god Y/N shut up it's me! It's Eddie!” He ripped off the mask revealing his face to you. When you stopped screaming you practically tackled him into a hug, not even noticing the group of people who had followed him in and closed the door behind them.

“Eddie what the hell! Where have you been?” You practically cried as you gripped your brother tightly, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. You had never been so relieved to have your brother there. He pulled away and gave you a confused look.

“Why did you scream so loud when you answered the door, you sounded like i was gonna murder you.” He laughed, you scowled and hit him in the arm.

“I was watching Halloween asshole, and you were wearing a god damned Michael Myers mask.” The scowl didn't leave your face as you hit him again a few more times , anger rising in you “Where have you been! I’ve been worried sick, you asshole! You didn’t even call, or say anything to me! And you left me at the arcade alone for TWO HOURS!” He chuckled as he blocked your hits, apologising with every blow, eventually you calmed down and noticed the others who just stood there to witness the reunion. “Who are they?”

A stupid question really, your ecognised everyone. Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, and Robin Buckley, you knew them by pure reputation, Dustin and Lucas, members of Hellfire you’d only met briefly, and Max Mayfield. You’d heard about her from the events of the mall fire, and how her brother had died. You looked them over suspiciously. They each clambered to explain but eventually Dustin stepped towards you.

“Look, we’ve been helping hide Eddie, he’s innocent-”

“I know.” You interrupted without hesitation “He’s my brother, he screams whenever he sees a spider, he isn't capable of killing.” Your arms were crossed as you looked at Dustin, who smiled at Eddie with a ‘really?’ expression, before explaining everything to you. The Upside Down, the curses, Vecna. By the end you were surprised, but somehow didn’t question much. That surprised the group.

“Usually people have more questions.” Steve said, he was sitting on your uncle's bed besides Nancy and Robin. Eddie was sitting next to you with Dustin, Lucas and Max in a corner, Kate Bush was playing faintly in the background, barely audible through Max’s headphones. Eddie was scoffing the last of your pizza, as he shrugged.

“She’s got an insane imagination man, she’s more accepting of things. Told you she was.” He said through a mouthful of food.

“But why are you here? Isn't it dangerous to bring him here?” You scanned over everyones features, Nancy was the first one to speak up.

“We need all the help we can get, Eddie insisted to ask you, we told him it’d be too dangerous to help but he was adamant. He kept insisting, saying we’d need your aim.”

Looking over at your brother, you sighed, you contemplated for a moment before looking back to Nancy

“Yeah, our dad taught me to shoot when I was younger. I was far better than him.” You chuckled as he elbowed you. Looking down you were silent for a moment before speaking up again “Will this help clear his name?” You asked. Your brother was your first priority right now, he’d protected you for so many years, and now it was your turn. Nancy nodded, and you stood up, racing to the dresser and grabbing some clothes, quickly changing and ready to set off with them. Before leaving the room Eddie stopped you.

“Are you sure about this? I know you want to help but you don’t have to.” He held your shoulders and you let out a confident sigh

“Eddie, you’re my hero. You’ve protected me since the day I was born. Of course I want to help you. Now let's go.”

He gave you a small smile before pulling you into a hug “I’ve missed you, you little shit.” You let out a small laugh before tugging the Michael Myers mask back down over his face

“You're really gonna regret saying that when I start pestering the shit out of you again. Besides, you need my killer aim, remember?”

And with that, the two set off into what would become a hell of a few days.

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