#mrs. munson

[eddiexmunson]

@poisonmexicanagirl I love you so much:(

kissing your forehead because i love your weird brain

[eddiexmunson]

If this woman decided, she wanted to kick my ass, break my arm, pull my hair, punch my face, push me down the steps, set me on fire, kick my cock, spit in my face, starve me, mentally destroy me, bruise me, insult me, bang my head against a wall, edge me, ride me but didn’t let me cum, teased me, have me tied up, sit on my lap and kiss my neck but didn’t allow me to touch her, called me out my name, violated me…..

I’d thank her gladly

[eddiexmunson]

Hey baby! Do you think we could have a fire tonight and make s’mores and stuff? Either at my place or yours I don’t mind 💋💕

sure baby <3 we can do it at my place since wayne won’t be home 🥰

[eddiexmunson]

*Ari had arrived at the Munson trailer, sad and her mind on overrun. She needed her Eddie, she needed his love and his words and to hear his voice and be loved on.*

*so she knocked on his door in a pattern only they knew. No makeup, hair in her face, red puffy eyes, in pajamas.*

*he opened the door instantly and pulled her in gently, he closed the door quickly and hugged her standing right there, he stroked her hair and rocked side to side, his own heart cracking*

“there there babygirl, I’m here.. I’m right fucking here, I promise��� I’d die before I leave you”

*his words were sincere, he meant it. every fucking word. he loved the girl in his arms and he’d do anything to protect her*

[hot-patootiee]

I love the “Steve has good parents, they’re just not on camera.”

Mom edition

Dustin is crawling in through the window. He freezes halfway through the window when he makes eye contact with Steve’s mom.

“Sweetie who is this small curly haired child breaking into our house?”

“That’s Dustin.”

“Okay?”

“I’ve adopted him as my brother.”

“Hello new son?”

…

Steve’s mom comes home to find Joyce on her couch, Steve talking very excitedly to her.

“What’s Joyce doing here?”

“Hey mom, meet mom.”

“Two moms and you still can’t avoid getting concussed every year?”

“Neither of you are very good at your job.”

…

“Mom!” Steve’s mom turns at the voice and finds a small redhead looking at Steve.

“Yes Max?”

“Can you take me to the arcade?”

Steve groans, pulling out some of the allowance that his mom had just given him and handed it to the little girl.

“Lucas too?”

“Yes, now scram.”

“Mom?” Steve’s mom asks.

“I’m not sure how that happened either.”

…

Eddie shows up on their doorstep with a bunch of half burnt cookies.

“I’m here for Steve.” He says simply to the bewildered mother staring at him.

“Okay.” She turns back towards the inside of the house. “Steve your boyfriend is here.”

“Did Steve tell you?”

“No, but god does my boy have a type.”

[eddiexmunson]

@poisonmexicanagirl look baby doll <3

[morganbritton132]

The first time Wayne meets Steve Harrington, he is nine years old and it's Career Day.

Every year a bunch of people crowd into the gym to tell the kids what they do for a living. This year, Wayne drew the short straw and was sent to represent the plant he works at.

He wasn't expecting his measly poster board to attract a lot of attention compared to the other booths with their models and hangouts. So, it's a little surprising when a kid with big eyes and wild hair marches straight up to him and asks, "What do you do?"

"Plant work."

The kid tilted his head, "Like a gardener?"

"More like an electrician."

The kid stood up a little straighter. His eyes went a little wider the way that his nephew's eyes do when he was interested in something, "Like lightbulbs and wires?"

"Yeah," Wayne answered, and then was immediately assaulted by a series of questions.

The questions were specific like the kid had read a book on electrical work but hadn't quite wrapped his head around it. It made Wayne think of Eddie, many miles away with Al, and all his many weird special interests. He smiled but then the kid asked, "But what if you can't turn the electricity off first? Will you die? I'm Steve, by the way."

"Hi, Steve," Wayne said and then made it very clear, "You should not be messing with any wires without adult supervision. It's very dangerous and you can get hurt."

Steve just huffed at that and then ran off when he saw Mr. Hagan at his booth. He was giving out toothbrushes.

Wayne doesn't think much of that kid after he leaves the school. He doesn't have much reason to until there's a loud insistent knocking on his front door an hour after he got off shift a couple days later.

"...What are you doing here?"

"Hi, I'm Steve. We met before..." The kid said, fidgeting when Wayne just stared at him bewildered. "I asked Mrs. Byers at Melvards where you live. I see you there sometimes."

Wayne raised an eyebrow and Steve rushed, "I need a grown up with super-vision."

This was how Wayne found himself on Saturday morning in the front hall of the painfully empty Harrington household. Steve was beckoning him along and showing him a burnt outlet. He gave Wayne a very serious look, "I need help fixing it."

"Why don't you wait until your parents get back from...?"

"No!" Steve snapped at him. "I'm in charge! Dad said that I have to take care of the house and, and-"

"I don't think he was referring to something like this, kid."

"Yes, he was!" Steve insisted. "Cause I - 'Cause I told him that the lights were flickering when Mama called and he said to figure it out so. So, I got you. That's deli-gate-tion."

And that was how Wayne found himself standing in the Harrington basement with a flashlight and a kid with a death grip on his pant leg. Wayne was looking at the marks on the breaker box where the kid clearly tried to pry it open with a screwdriver when Steve tugged on his leg, "Can you see inside it with your super vision?"

Jesus, Wayne thought and then dedicated the rest of his day to showing this kid exactly why he should not be messing around with electrical wires and maybe. Just maybe, inspiring a future electrician. 

[eddiexmunson]

@poisonmexicanagirl this is so us my beloved 🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹

sleepy gf 🤝 bf who lets her lay on his chest and whispers praises in her ears while softly running his fingers through her hair

[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve worried about his pups hanging around Eddie 'the drug dealer' Munson and decided to spy on them during Hellfire hour, but was immediately sent into a presentation heat when he saw how good the alpha was with the kids.

[dreamsteddie]

I've been thinking about a rockstar Eddie thing that's just a little bit cracky but enraptures my imagination anyway.

At, like 25, all of Eddie's wildest dreams have come true way faster and way easier than he ever dreamed for himself as a high school super super senior and ultimate dropout. The band grinds for a year or two and comes out with a full album, and it's an instant success. A couple more years down the line, they're touring and making a lot of money and going to all the galas and events while maintaining their sense of self. Wayne semi-retires and gets a more relaxed part-time job close to where Eddie lives in Detroit.

Eddie is riding high and he decides, fuck it, all my wildest out of reach dreams come true, I'm going all in on the only thing I've always thought was less reachable than becoming a wold renound musician, finding love and settling down.

He goes from zero to a hundred, getting himself ready to find the love of his life. The CC boys and Wayne are just watching as Eddie starts dressing a little nicer and making him home a little more comfortable and putting a little extra into his shows and wandering around afterward. Eddie has never really dated, and so he's kind of just throwing it all out there to see if he can just...run into the love of his life, woo them, and show how serious he is by showing off his nice but comfortable home and non-rockstar capabilities. He's basically acting like some kind of bird.

Unfortunately, no one really takes him that seriously. Not the guys or anyone Eddie tries to woo. The whole wild rockstar thing gets in the way of how people see him. The band thinks this is another wild whim that will pass in a few months, maybe a couple of years. The people Eddie tries to get something started with take his overtures as either a ploy to get something (a lay, a date, someone to accompany him to an event) or see that he really is trying to fast track find somebody to love and jump both feet first into semi-domestic bliss with and gets scared off.

After a girl, who seemed receptive and fun and like someone Eddie could love, ghosts him Eddie finds himself with his head buried in his knees on a bench in the park near his house, wondering if this is truly the one goal he won't ever be able to reach. He feels someone sit next to him and usually, with his current mindset, he would take this as a sign and start chatting this person up, but he stays buried, hoping they will leave him to wallow in peace.

Instead, the guy asks if there's anything wrong. Eddie has never needed an invitation to rant and none of his friends are taking him seriously so he starts to ramble, not looking up, about his quest and how no one wants to give him a chance, and he just wants someone who wants to share a life with him.

Steve is immediately like, "Oh, that sounds really nice!"

No one has ever given that positive of a response right away to Eddie's idea so he shoots up, surprised at the reaction. The guy next to him is stupidly handsome, with perfect hair and a pretty smile and the sweetest moles Eddie has ever seen. He just stares with big, wet eyes as the man extends a hand.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Steve. I'd be down to give it a shot, show me what you got."

Eddie leaps out of his seat, keeping Steve's hand in his own as he gets down on his knees to kiss his hand like a knight. Steve laughs and Eddie knows this is it, this is his chance and he's grabbing it with both hands.

Eddie has been planning a hundred-and-one perfect dates since he began this scheme and he pulls out half of them in one day for Steve. They go to his favorite cafe with an outside patio, meander through one of Detroit's many car shows, go roller skating, let Steve pick the dinner spot, and walk through the nicest part in the neighborhood, eating ice cream cones with one scoop picked by each of them.

By the end of the night, Eddie is sure that he's found what he's looking for in Steve, but after so many failures, he's scared to ask if Steve feels the same. They walk hand in hand toward Steve's place, the night coming to a natural end. When they reach his door, Steve stops and asks why Eddie went to quiet.

Eddie admits that he's afraid to let this slip through his finders, that he doesn't want to say goodbye. Steve smiles and tells him he doesn't have to, tells him to take him home.

Eddie lets hope and love bloom in his chest and kisses the back of Steve's hand again, and calls them a ride to his house. They lead against each other, eyes closed, wiped out from their whirlwind day as the city passes them by. When they get in, Steve settles in easily, remarking on the plush-looking couch and vintage-style kitchen.

They don't have sex that night, don't even kiss, they just get settled for bed and curl up into each other. Eddie cracks the window to let in a breeze, and they drift off easily with smiles on their faces.

[hot-patootiee]

I love the “Steve has good parents, they’re just not on camera.”

Steve’s dad walks in on Eddie and Steve making out, both shirtless. Eddie freaks the fuck out and Steve just sheepishly smiles at his father.

“I know I told you not to lock your door, but I take that back because I don’t want to see that again.”

“Thanks Dad!”

“Use protection!”

…

He walks into a house full of random children. The kids and Steve’s dad are just staring at each other.

“You’re paying to feed these kids, right?”

“No, you are.”

“Well shit.”

“Language, there are children!”

“Do I get to know these children who I have financially adopted?”

…

Hopper, who is over at the Harrington house to speak to Steve. Mr Harrington walks in to see the chief of police sitting on his couch. He sees Steve in the kitchen and quickly makes his way over.

“Steve! What is the chief of police doing here?”

“He’s a family friend.”

“What family?” Mr Harrington snaps back, gesturing at himself.

“He’s my friend?”

“I don’t see a world where you randomly become friends with the chief of police”

“I got caught with drugs?”

“Then why isn’t he arresting you?” Mr Harrington points to Steve’s cuff-less wrists.

“Can’t tell you?”

“Why?”

“I signed an NDA?”

“Steve, why the fuck would you do that? I’m a lawyer, you don’t just sign NDAs at a whim.”

“To be completely fair, I was concussed every time or they used a friend to threaten me.”

“It shouldn’t stand up in court then. Who did you sign it for?”

“The US government.”

“Fuck.”

[eddiexmunson]

thinking about the one time ari got so shit faced she couldn’t walk straight so she convinced herself her legs were broken and she needed to be carried, so she was whining and poking my cheek; ‘eddieeeeee pick me uppppp chicoooo’ 🙄🫠🫠🫠 she is so fucking cute.. I’m OBSESSED WITH HER

[bigskyandthecoldgun]

steddie fake dating au that starts because robin’s mom keeps pushing for her and steve to get together and robin gets so fed up that she yells, “it’s not gonna happen because some people are gay, mom!”

and upon seeing the utter horror and fear on her face, steve swoops in and says he’s the one who’s gay. cue mr. and mrs. buckley, local hippies, attempting to show how supportive they are, and all the while steve gets eddie to agree to fake date to get the buckleys to prove they’re safe, so that robin will feel comfortable enough to come out to her parents.

[morganbritton132]

Hopper is never having a good day when he has to deal with children but he’s having an even worse day when the kids in question are Eddie ‘Come Back With a Warrant’ Munson and Steve ‘I’ll Answer Your Questions When My Lawyer is Present’ Harrington.

They are eight and seven years old in the backseat of his truck after Hopper caught them separately doing shit they’re not supposed to do. His plan was to drive around a bit, scare them, and then send them on their way but neither are taking it seriously.

Steve, at least, is sticking to his words and hasn’t spoken since he requested a lawyer. Eddie, on the other hand, hasn’t shut up.

Hopper said he was talking them to jail and Eddie’s response was to point out that they weren’t committing crimes. They were committing miss-de-meters and second, “The police station’s that way. You’re drivin’ to Uncle Wayne’s.”

Hopper feels like a glorified taxi driver at this point. He makes one last attempt to instill a little fear of god into these future felons by saying, “You’re going to get grounded by your parents and you’ll deserve it.”

There’s a beat of silence before Steve pipes up, “What’s grounded?”

“It’s when your parents bury you in the backyard,” Eddie supplies helpfully.

“Oh…” Steve says and then loudly announces, “Mr. Hopper, I can’t be grounded. We have a pool.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie cuts in before Hopper can steer this conversation in the right direction.

He clasps a hand on Steve’s shoulder in the rearview and tells him, “They’ll drown you instead.”

[eddiexmunson]

HOLY HELL FUCK FUCK FUUUCCCKKK 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I JUST CAME BACL I— OH GOOODDDDD

When my pretty boy is inside me and he buries his face in my chest. Hearing his little moans and heavy breathes with each stoke because, I let him feel what my pussy is like and he can’t control himself.

[wheneverfeasible]

Continued from this, this is for all of you who immediately latched on to Wayne being Steve’s dad’s paramour.

~

Steve reluctantly pulled back from a giggling Eddie, though not before pressing a couple more pecks to his lips, his eyes shining as he took in the way his boyfriend—boyfriend!—looked so good sprawled in his bed in the Munson trailer. He grinned down at him, Eddie’s hair a dark halo, and wondered if telling someone two hours after finally going official after months of fooling around ‘I love you’ was too soon.

But god, Steve felt it every time Eddie popped his dimple at him in a smile reserved just for him. Every time Eddie sweetly murmured some new pet name at him. Every time he’d turn his head to look at Eddie and realize Eddie was already looking right back at him.

He’d never felt this way before, not with anyone. If he had thought he’d been in love before, it was nothing compared to this now.

He hadn’t really known Eddie beyond reputation back before he and his dad had moved into Forest Hills right by the Munsons’ trailer, but he’d been prepared for some laughter and mockery and digs about his fall from grace.

(Which Steve could handle being thrown at him, but after learning about why his parents were getting divorced? He wouldn’t let anyone badmouth his dad.)

Instead of all that, however, Eddie had been cautious and careful, but understanding. They’d stumbled across one another one of those first nights, both stepping out for a cigarette, and then it just sort of became a nightly tradition. They didn’t talk much at first, but then they started talking about anything and everything.

They shared commiseration about their lives being upturned suddenly before moving to the trailer park, discussed the best places in Hawkins to get food, talked about Eddie’s band and his geek club, and even about Steve’s worries about sports and how it had been his mother that kept him on the teams even when his grades fell. Would he even have a space there anymore?

It was nice. And Eddie, dark eyes reflecting the moon and the stars, was beautiful.

A clumsy kiss turned into more, and then it became a regular occurrence for one or the other to fall into the other’s bed together when a parental figure was gone.

And Steve did more than just fall into bed, and unable to contain it anymore, he blurted finally that he liked Eddie a lot and wanted more than just sex with him. Wanted to hold his hands, wanted intimacy that wasn’t sex, wanted to be with him, fully and truly.

Eddie’s entire face had lit up and…well, a very enthusiastic celebration later, Steve regrettably had to return to his own trailer for the night.

“See you tomorrow, baby,” Steve quietly murmured, a dopey little smile on his lips as he watched Eddie squirm with giddiness against his sheets.

“Tomorrow,” Eddie breathed around a smile, and god, what Steve wouldn’t do to crawl back into bed with the man and never let go.

He felt the same giddiness warm in his chest. Maybe it was too early to say those words, but, watching the way Eddie looked back at him, maybe it was okay.

Tomorrow, maybe. If he said the words now, he didn’t think he’d be able to make it back to his own trailer after all.

Obviously this whole sneaking around thing wasn’t entirely necessary, and he was certain both his dad and Eddie’s uncle clocked how close the two of them had become, but it would probably be best not to be seen escaping from the Munson trailer in the morning by anyone else in the park.

So Steve gathered his clothes, gave Eddie one last kiss, and then he was slipping out the trailer and hurrying the short distance it took to get to his own. His dad was supposed to be gone that night, and Wayne was apparently working a night shift, so there shouldn’t be any problem sneaking between the two, which he was thankful for.

Except, as Steve entered the double wide, he came face to bare chest with his father, who was drinking a glass of water in the kitchenette in just his boxers.

“Dad!” he exclaimed, covering his eyes at the sight before remembering he should be covering the hickeys that he could feel already covering his neck from the earlier celebration.

His dad looked just as startled at seeing him, taking in the fact that he was just in his undershirt, his polo having been dropped to the ground in his shock, and the fact that his belt was undone.

“Steve? What are you doing home? I thought you were going to be out tonight with Eddie,” his dad said, and there was a brief edge of panic to his tone that had Steve dropping his hands to look at him in confusion.

Before Steve could open his mouth to say anything, however, a different but recognizable voice came from his father’s bedroom.

“Y’alright, darlin’? Thought I heard—”

Steve’s eyes bugged out of his head as he took in the man who was wearing much less than boxers as he came out of his father’s room looking rumpled with his own red marks on his neck and chest, sporting an expression of satisfied contentment that only came from one thing.

“WAYNE?!”

Later, after regaling Eddie with this horrifying moment, he would have to wait nearly twenty minutes for his boyfriend to stop cackling, and another ten for said boyfriend to barely get out with wheezing breaths, “Does this make us kissing cousins?”

Of course, Steve got Eddie to shut up with a click of his teeth when Steve pointed out he saw both Munson boys’ dicks and threatened to compare them in extensive detail.

“But you like mine the best, don’t you Stevie?” Eddie eventually asked in a small, wheedling tone, his frown deepening at Steve’s silence. “Steve? Stevie? Sweetheart? Baby? Babe? Steve, what dick did you like better?!?”

~

Did I shamelessly rip Steve’s reaction to Wayne the same way I did his reaction to Wayne’s partner in this fic? Absolutely. Little Easter egg for ya. Get it, Uncle Wayne.

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