#evil Eddie munson

[rivermoodboards]

vampire eddie, but he’s been a vampire since season 2 and is obsessed with steve harrington

[skepsiss]

Eddie would show Steve real music this, Eddie shows Steve the wonders of Lord of the Rings that----I get it. But have you considered....... Steve gets Eddie into those ridiculous, smutty romance novels? The ones that even if they're bad, they're good. Have you considered Steve getting Eddie into the Indy 500? NASCAR? What about cooking shows? Cheesy soap operas where Steve literally knows every insane storyline by memory? WHAT ABOUT EDDIE GETTING INTO STEVE'S INTERESTS???

[morganbritton132]

Someone post a Tiktok of Eddie and Steve clearly having their date interrupted by some fans of Eddie’s

Eddie is very obviously trying to be nice. He’s talking to them and taking pictures with them, but he’s also subtly trying to end this interaction. Steve, meanwhile, looks pissed.

The longer this conversation goes on, the more annoyed he looks until he takes a deep breath. He centers himself and then he burst into tears.

His whole body shakes when he sobs, “Eddie, what do you mean you want a divorce?!”

It takes over two hours for the person to post a part two where you can see Steve immediately stop crying when the fans awkwardly shuffle away.

He wipes his face, sticks his fork into their shared dessert and says, “So, anyways.”

Eddie collapses in on himself like a puppet whose strings were cut and whisper-shouts at Steve, “I hate when you do that! I think it’s real every time.”

“Well, I hate when my date is interrupted.”

[artiststarme]

Steve keeps brushing off Eddie’s flirting and thinking he isn’t interested while putting his all into flirting. Eddie is losing his mind until eventually he snaps. He literally jumps up in the middle of a movie everyone is watching when Steve tangles their hands together and screams for all to hear.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Harrington! Either kiss the fuck out of me or stop flirting with me like you mean it and holding my hands during a chick flick!”

Steve blinked at him. “So you mean you like me back? Well why didn’t you just say so?!”

“I’ve been flirting with you for months! As soon as you took your shirt off, I started making moves. I was flirting with you in the Upside Down!”

“Well I was a little distracted then! And besides, you should’ve made it more obvious,” he said with all the sass he could muster.

“Holy shit Steve, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered exasperatedly before grabbing Steve’s face and mashing his lips to his.

[localemofreak]

Jason: “he’s a vessel for satan!”

The so called- vessel for satan:

[wheels-of-despair]

Go Get 'Em, Tiger Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Evil Woman sees Eddie in his gym shorts. 😏 Contains: Banter, teasing, alleged sexual harassment, Eddie pretending he doesn't love every second of this exchange. Words: 400ish

"Nice shorts," you smirk.

The boy bending over at the water fountain tenses, then turns his head slightly. He relaxes when he sees it's you.

"You wearin' those for me, handsome?"

"Shut up," Eddie grins, standing and wiping a few water droplets off of his chin with the back of his hand. His face is turning red. He's in the required Hawkins High gym uniform; a gray t-shirt and tiny green shorts. Tube socks and ratty hi-top Converse complete his look. It's a far cry from his usual ensemble.

"Why've you been hiding those gorgeous gams from me?"

"Shouldn't you be off learning something?" Eddie rolls his eyes like this isn't the highlight of his day.

You wave your hall pass - a wooden ruler with the teacher's name written on it in Sharpie - at him.

"How 'bout a dance, hot stuff? I've got a wad of ones burning a hole in my pocket."

"This is harassment," he grins. "I'm calling the cops."

"It's not illegal unless you whip it out… are you gonna whip it out? I'll pay extra." You waggle your eyebrows.

"Oh my god," Eddie groans, covering his face with his hands.

"What sport are you trying to get out of today?" you laugh, done with your teasing… for now.

"Basketball," he grumbles.

You both scrunch your noses in displeasure.

"I gotta get back to class," you sigh. "But this?" You gesture to his outfit. "This is a good look for you."

"Fuck off," he mumbles, face turning even redder. You grin and step closer to kiss his burning cheek.

"Go get 'em, tiger," you smirk as you pull away, landing a playful smack to his ass.

He lets out a surprised yelp and reaches around to hold his butt with both hands. He stares at you with his mouth open for a second, outraged that you had the nerve to do that in so public a place as an empty Hawkins High hallway… and then his face falls. His hands come to cover his front.

Your eyes drift to his hands, and back to his eyes again. He looks horrified. You try your very best not to laugh at him.

"Welp, gotta go, bye!" You cackle and scurry in the opposite direction, leaving poor Eddie all alone with the situation you helped him create in those tiny green shorts.

[2jihiir0]

𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔶-ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔰

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-down AU Part 33

Part 1 Part 32

It’s only after he’s circled the house that he notices the blood trail. Droplets so black that when Eddie’s foot squelches into a particularly large puddle, he feels like he could fall straight out of the world.

The blood splatters continue, curving around the pool and into the forest, leading him inexorably toward Steve. His fallen angel.

 Behind him, Wayne and Hopper are following the blood, flashlight beams bouncing from drop to drop like bloodhounds. Eddie doesn’t need to. He lets himself be pulled, ever forward, toward salvation.

Vines pool on the forest floor, making careful steps necessary in the dim, red light.

Wayne lets his flashlight stray ahead, giving Eddie a little light in the darkness. It’s the first thing that halos Steve’s face, illuminating the grisly sight.

Eddie screams from his gut, throat wrenching with the force as he drops to his knees. Vines enshrine him, pinning him to the base of a tree by ribs and hips.

One has slithered up over his body and crawled into his throat in a macabre reversal of a breathing tube. Eddie wrenches it free, feels the pulpy flesh of Steve’s esophagus resist, doesn’t stop. He can’t. Steve needs that out of his throat. So, Eddie pulls. And pulls. And pulls.

It screams and writhes on the way out, trying to crawl back to someplace warm. It’s impossibly long and makes a wailing sound when Eddie finally wrenches it free, tossing it behind him.

“Oh, Jesus,” Hopper says, just before he starts shooting.

Eddie doesn’t look, can’t look away from Steve’s placid, unmoving face. “He’s not breathing!” he shouts, over the sound of gunfire, running useless hands up his cheeks and into his hair, like he can soak the warmth of life back into Steve through his skin.

Eddie is shoved unceremoniously to the side. Steve’s skin slips through his fingers as he falls, hard to the dirt. He bursts up snarling, an uncaged, wild thing, ready to bite and tear and rend. But It’s Uncle Wayne. Uncle Wayne who has crossed his fingers together and is repetitively pounding on Steve’s chest hard enough that it cracks. “Uncle Wayne?” he asks, small. Quiet. Like a little boy holding up a skinned knee and waiting for his Uncle to fix it. Uncle Wayne doesn’t turn his way.

Hopper falls to his knees, wrenching his helmet off and letting the toxic air in. He bends over Steve, pinches his nose, and breaths forcefully into his mouth. His heart is beating, and his lungs are contracting, and Eddie is fucking useless.

He crawls back over to Steve’s prone form – Steve’s corpse – to take his cold hand. “Come on, Steve,” he says, staring hard at closed eyes. “Stay with me, Stevie, okay?” Hopper breathes out into his mouth. Wayne snaps another rib. Steve stays dead.

Suddenly, Eddie is furious. His nails dig into Steve’s palm hard, crescent moon indents on the back of his hand. This fucking stupid jock saved his stupid fucking life and now he thinks he can fucking die? Eddie wants to hurt him. “You don’t get to do this, you stupid piece of shit,” he says, guttural. Barely language at all. “You should have fucking died day one if you were just going to do this.” Wayne’s hands beat, Hopper’s lungs breathe, neither of them pay him any mind. “Get back here right now or I’ll fucking kill you myself.”

Like the dramatic bastard he is, Steve choses that moment to be alive. He coughs, choking up black sludge until Wayne and Hopper roll him on his side, face toward Eddie. Viscous black fluid pours out of him as he coughs it out of his lungs like Hell’s first drowning victim.

“Stevie?” Eddie says, full-on sobbing as he crawls ever-closer, pressing his forehead to Steve’s own. His eyes are open slits and he doesn’t speak, but he quirks his lips up at the sides when he meets Eddie’s eyes, fingers feebly clutching at the lapel of Eddie’s rancid vest. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Wayne pulls his head back, just enough so Hopper can settle a mask over the bottom of Steve’s face, feeding him clean oxygen for the first time in a week. Steve slumps into the dirt, Wayne’s hands supporting his back.

“We need to move,” Hopper says.

Steve’s relaxed into the dirt, asleep or passed out, but alive. Eddie stares at his angelic face for a second, or a minute, or an hour more, before slumping Steve backward, settling Steve into Uncle Wayne’s trusted arms so he can stand.

“I’ll carry him,” Eddie says, stumbling to his feet and holding out his arms.

“Kid,” Hopper says, clasping his hand with a familiarity they’ve never had. “You’re shaking.”

Eddie takes his left hand, tries to manually stop the shaking of his right. But he’s just holding his own hand, shaking. And shaking. And shaking.

“I can carry him,” Eddie says.

“I know,” Hopper says. “You don’t have to.”

Eddie looks down at Steve, a deadweight atop Wayne. Steve who played bait and brat with the Demogorgon not once, but twice to save Eddie’s unworthy life. He looks at his sallow cheeks and limp hair and doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more beautiful.

Reconciled to not carrying his guardian angel out of Hell, Eddie leads the procession out of the woods for the last time.

Part 34

[infinite-orangepeel]

me: man spreading is rude, men need to learn to take up less space and—

*sees joe quinn & joe keery do it*

me: y’know on second thought…

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32

He catches Eddie’s eye. Eddie shakes his head slowly, and Steve understands his meaning: don’t make it obvious.

Steve gives him a short nod, then his attention is arrested by Tommy, who’s storming up to him. “Harrington.”

“Hagan.”

Tommy’s eyes narrow. “He turn you fag or something?”

Steve laughs, loud and bold, and claps Tommy on the shoulder. “You’re funny,” he says, then quieter, “especially for how many times I’ve caught you staring at me.” He steps back and grins at Tommy, who’s white and rapidly turning red. “I never-”

“Oh, that’s right,” Steve says amiably. “It was Nathan, wasn’t it? Who you couldn’t keep your eyes off of. Does Carol know?”

Tommy comes at him swinging, and Steve barely dodges in time. “Yeesh, touchy. Guess it must be true, then. Y’know, you could talk to her about it. She might be down.”

Tommy swings again, and this time his knuckles catch Steve’s bottom lip. “Dammit,” he sighs, wincing when he tastes blood. “I was doing so good, too.” He moves to the side just as Tommy rushes him again, nudging him just the slightest bit to let his momentum carry him forward and onto his knees. He mentally thanks Nancy and physics homework, which isn’t really a sentence he ever thought he’d say.

“Okay, okay, break it up,” the gym teacher says, pulling Tommy up and glaring at both of them. “Do I want to know what’s going on?”

Their gym teacher, Mr. Craigs, is a forty-something-year-old veteran with the look in his eye to prove it. Anyone with a brain was at least a little bit scared of him.

“No, sir,” Steve says politely. “Sorry for causing a disturbance.”

He can feel Tommy seething with anger beside him. Mr. Craigs turns his gaze on Tommy, and Steve’s a little surprised he doesn’t start vibrating. “No. Sorry, sir,” Tommy grits out.

“Lets keep it that way,” Mr. Craigs orders, and both boys nod. “And Harrington, go wash that blood off.”

Steve wipes his lip. “Sorry, sir,” he says, and turns to do just that.

Somehow Eddie’s made it back to the locker rooms already, because he had time to find a rag and wet it before Steve walks in. He hands it over and stares as Steve dabs at his lip. “You’re kind of an idiot,” he says finally.

Steve snorts. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Eddie sighs. “You’re also really brave. I don’t know that I’d have the guts to drop my friends like that.”

“The difference between us is your friends are good people,” Steve says, moving the rag and staring at himself in the mirror, replacing it when more blood seeps out. “My friends are dicks.”

Eddie just smiles at him. “Not anymore.”

Steve grins back, even though it stings. “Not anymore.”

“Still bleeding?” Eddie asks, inclining his head towards Steve’s lip. “You feeling dizzy at all? Maybe I should escort you to the nurse.”

Steve grins as Eddie does. “I think you might be right,” he says. “How many fingers’re you holding up, six?”

“Doesn’t sound right,” Eddie says seriously. “Might need to get you checked out.”

“Probably so,” Steve agrees. “Might need you to walk me back to class after.”

Eddie put a hand to his chest. “I wouldn’t dream of doing anything differently!”

They collapse in giggles, Steve quickly sobering with a hiss when it re-opens the wound. “Dammit,” he mutters.

Eddie looks around then quietly asks, “Need me to kiss it better?”

Steve inhales sharply, studying Eddie for a second. “I think so,” he whispers. “Might be the only thing that helps it now.”

Eddie smiles nervously and steps forward. “We’ll have to be quick,” he says apologetically. “No one should come in, but…”

“We never know,” Steve agrees. “I know.”

“Okay then,” Eddie says, and steps forward, placing a few soft fingers on Steve’s cheek, tilting his head down just a bit until their lips brush, once, twice, three times until Steve’s had enough and puts a gentle hand on the back of Eddie’s neck, exerting just enough pressure to pull him in the rest of the way.

Immediately his eyes slide shut and he tilts his head to slot their lips together perfectly.

And it really is perfect, he thinks, as he tilts his head the other way, smiling when Eddie moves to follow him.

He pulls back with a gasp and grins when Eddie’s eyes flutter open. “You’re dangerous,” he murmurs, loving the smirk that curves Eddie’s lips up.

“Me?” Eddie asks. “I think you’re describing yourself.”

Steve suddenly giggles. “We’re doing a terrible job of waiting.”

Instead of laughing along, Eddie’s expression shutters. “Sorry,” he murmurs, tilting his head down and taking a step back. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Hey, no,” Steve says, reaching out and brushing Eddie’s arm with his fingers. “I wanted that, okay? I could’ve said no and you would’ve respected it. I’m not upset about it at all. I, uh, actually wish we weren’t somewhere as public as we are.” He blushes at the admission and Eddie’s raised brow in response.

“Yeah? You gonna take me home? Show me the full Harrington experience?”

“Shit, man,” Steve laughs, “what experience, I’ve never been with a guy before.”

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[loveinhawkins]

Eddie is awfully bold making fun of basketball when he was caught in the background of a photo published in hawkins high newspaper, jumping for joy as Steve Harrington took the winning shot.

[artiststarme]

Eddie watched It and decided to hide in the sewers on Halloween with a red balloon to scare kids. It was all fun and games until Steve saw a hand sticking out of a sewer grate and fainted thinking some sort of Upside Down human-mind-melding creature would try to kill them all again (and the rings only served to scare him even more because a hand with rings like those could really only belong to Eddie).

Cut to Robin screaming at Eddie for scaring Steve into another concussion and whisper-shouting at Steve for fainting and hitting his head when everything with Eddie was always sort sort of dramatic ruse.

But really, the guy had already been framed for murder, haunted by a bad-kid-with-superpowers-turned-evil-adult, held back three times, and stabbed accidentally. Steve took every misfortune seriously after that unfortunate incident.

Eddie stumbling over his words to Hopper trying to explain how Steve got yet another head injury on his watch while also trying to persuade him to lower his shotgun and not shoot him ensures that the Halloween sewer incident not happen again.

[thidwickdoodles]

Speak no evil

Hear no evil

See no evil

And don’t try to translate Russian codes

[steddietogo]

What if Steve revenge-befriends the rest of hellfire out of resentment for Eddie Munson. It happens on accident but it’s a happy accident. That bitch stole his kids.

Jeff trying to pick a movie at family video to impress his girlfriend? No problem man, let me tell you which movies girls usually get. Grant and Gareth stranded at the side of the road one morning when Grants car breaks down? Hop on, I’ll drop you guys off at school with Robbie.

By the time Hellfire day rolls around, he’s got all of them wrapped around his finger. Steve goes to pick the kids up, and the guys are there and obviously happy to see him.

He watches Eddie having a little fit in the rear view mirror as he pulls out of the school carpark. “See you around, Steve!?” Steve quietly chuckles to himself.

[wheels-of-despair]

The Best $7 Eddie Munson Ever Spent Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: In the fall of 1983, Eddie bought something he thought was cool… but he didn't realize how important it was until a year later. Contains: Uncle Wayne, shopping, time-jumping, snuggles, a little bit of Eddie and Evil Woman's early days. Words: 1.3k

The best $7 Eddie Munson ever spent was at a thrift store just outside of Hawkins, Indiana, in the fall of 1983.

But he didn't know it until a year later.

The night before his Uncle Wayne disappeared for Thanksgiving - the man had worked overtime on every holiday he could, since he'd determined that Eddie could take care of himself - he slapped $40 on the kitchen table between their TV dinners.

"Wha'sis for?" Eddie asked through a mouthful of noodles.

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

Eddie swallowed and repeated, "What's this for?"

"Sales everywhere on Friday. Go get yourself a new coat, it's supposed to be a bad winter. And a pair of gloves that still has the damn fingers in them. Looks like I'm raisin' a hobo."

"Does not," Eddie mumbled as he swirled his fork around the pasta in his bowl. He liked his old coat… even though it was faded. And coming apart at the seams in a few places. And the cuffs were so frayed, every time he tried putting it on, his fingers got caught in the threads. And there was that hole from when he'd gotten caught on a chain-link fence during a high-speed getaway. But he'd patched it! And the gloves he'd cut the fingers out of were cool!

Wayne looked up from the piece of bread he was buttering to give his nephew a pointed stare.

"Fine," Eddie gave in. "Thanks, Uncle Wayne."

"Yeah, yeah." The old man's eyes twinkled as he waved off his nephew's thanks and took another bite.

Being a practical and frugal-minded teen, Eddie started the search for a coat at his favorite thrift store.

"Hey, kid," greeted George, the store's owner, who barely looked up from the battered Tupperware he was sticking price tags on. "Just got a pile of 8-tracks, haven't even priced 'em yet, you interested?"

"Business before pleasure," Eddie grinned at the gray-haired man. "I come seeking winter-wear."

"Winter-wear, huh? Good call. Heard it's gonna be a rough one."

"Yeah, that's what my uncle said, too," Eddie nodded.

"Check the back wall, might be somethin' back there that'll fit ya."

"Thanks!" Eddie carefully treaded through the crowded aisles of discarded treasures and found the wall of outerwear. He flipped through cheap plastic hangers holding neon windbreakers, matted fake fur, and load of crunchy raincoats that reeked of cheaper cigarettes than his. And then… he found it.

It was long, and black, and it was way too big for him.

But when he put it on and turned around, it swished around his calves and made him feel like a vampire in a cloak.

Eddie walked to the grubby mirror leaned up against the wall and checked himself out. It was whole. Almost new, even. It was warm, and he could easily fit it on over the lighter leather jacket and battle vest he wore year-round. He lifted his arms out, and the fabric rippled to his sides. He reached for the edges and pulled them away from his body, holding them out to see just how big the coat was.

It made him look like a bat.

He lifted the paper price tag attached to a button-hole by a string.

$10? Sold.

He twirled in the mirror, watching the fabric rustle and sway around him like a creature of the night. He held up an arm to cover his mouth, like he was hiding his fangs. Yep. This is it. This is the one.

He took it off and draped it over his shoulder, deciding to see if any cool t-shirts had arrived since last he'd looked. He sorted through the rack quickly. Nothing new, but you can't win 'em all.

Eddie returned to the front with the coat, and George laughed when he spotted it. "Kid, I could fit five of you in that thing."

"I like it," Eddie grinned. "It's roomy. How 'bout those 8-tracks?"

George heaved the box full of newly acquired 8-tracks onto the counter so Eddie could dig through them. It was mostly show tunes and Christmas music, but he enjoyed the hunt nonetheless.

"Nothin'?" George asked when Eddie looked up.

Eddie shook his head. "A Partridge Family Christmas isn't really my style."

George laughed and scribbled ".50 each" on the flap of the cardboard box. "Will you find a spot for that in the front window?"

"Yessir." Eddie picked up the hefty box and walked it to the front of the store. He moved some creepy dolls and nudged a red tricycle aside to make room, placed the box down with the price facing the window, and returned to the counter.

"Just the coat, then?"

"Yessir."

"$7."

"$7?" Doesn't the tag say $10?

"That thing takes up too much room. I can fit four more in its place."

Eddie grinned and passed his cash to the man behind the counter.

"I'd ask if you want a bag, but I don't think I have any I could fit that monstrosity in," George teased as he handed Eddie his change.

"Thanks, George," Eddie laughed and collected his coat. "See ya soon."

"Stay warm, kid."

The morning Wayne came home from his long and tiring holiday stretch, he found far more change than he'd expected on the table, two pairs of new gloves… and a hulking mass of black draped over the back of a chair.

Wayne picked up the coat and held it out in front of him, marveling at its size. Well, it was warm, didn't have any holes in it, and clearly hadn't cost an arm and a leg. He folded it and put it back where he found it, spotting a note underneath the cash.

"Coat was $7. It'll come in handy when I finally become a vampire."

Wayne snorted.

"Gloves were buy one, get one free. I can show you how to cut the fingers out of yours if you want to look as cool as me."

He rolled his eyes at the boy snoring down the hall, put down the note, and started getting ready for bed.

"Why is it so fucking cold? I'm freezing my balls off."

Eddie raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend of three months in the Hawkins High parking lot. Most of the sensible students went on inside when it was this cold, but his girl - who hated this place as much as he did - decided to stick it out with him outside until the bell rang and forced them in.

"Shut up, you know what I mean." Her eyes rolled and her teeth chattered.

He checked his watch - seven minutes before the bell - and took one last drag off his cigarette. He exhaled as he dropped the butt on the ground and put it out with a twist of his boot.

"Wanna go in?"

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself. Stubborn.

"C'mere, then." Eddie unbuttoned the massive black coat he'd bought the year before - now decorated with band buttons on the lapels - and held it open to her. Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "Come on," he urged.

She looked at him suspiciously. Shit, was this weird? Was inviting your girl into a coat cocoon more of a six-month thing? And then she walked into him. He wrapped his arms and his coat around them both and felt her relax against him almost instantly. She slowly slid her arms around his middle and rested her head in the crook of his neck. Oh god, oh god, did she just nuzzle her cheek into him?!?

Eddie was glad she couldn't see the grin on his face. He tilted his head down and let his hair fall around his face so no one else could see it either. He leaned his cheek against her head and inhaled the scent of her, closing his eyes and wishing the bell would never ring so they could stay just like this forever.

What had George said the day he bought this coat? That he could fit five people in there?

Eddie was quite happy with just two.