#silly eddie munson

[italiansteebie]

steve is smart, but he's kind of an air head at times. he can tell you all about kids and behavior and emotions and how to handle them, and he's got extensive knowledge of music, and can stitch up a wound with out thinking.

so yeah, he's smart. but...

"do you think jackalopes are born with their antlers or do they grow?"

"w... what?"

"jackalopes, and their antlers."

"steve... jackalopes aren't real."

"what? yes they are. i learned about them in school."

"oh, no. stevie. baby, they-" pause for obnoxious laughter from both is metal head boyfriend and his platonic soulmate. "they aren't real."

steve, tearing up "seriously? oh my god... this, is the worst news..."

eddie, still laughing "oh, steve. i... love you."

steve sniffles, wiping his eyes and mumbling "i love you, too." before robin giggles deviously and begins. "hey, eddie did i ever tell you,"

"rob, no."

"that one time, steve tried to make microwave noodles-"

"ROBIN PLEASE STOP."

"with OUT water? they caught on fire! the house smelt AWFUL for WEEKS!" and she's shrieking with delighted laughter, and eddie doubles over with giggles once again.

steve can't help but laugh, and try to hide the embarrassment on his face. "awwwee, stevie. i love your blonde moments. you're so sweet." eddie says, patting his face, placing a gentle kiss on his lip.

robin gags obnoxiously and the tender moment is gone. so steve takes his revenge by telling eddie about the time robin complained that she was too "long," instead of too tall.

it was hilarious.

and even better when steve retold it later that night when they were all high.

based on my finding out jackalopes don't actually exist at the ripe age of 21.

(jackalopes are cryptids that are rabbit like creatures with deer antlers).

[saramelaniemoon]

[leasstories]

Lea’s advent calendar day 22- Eddie’s mischief

@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 5:

["Someone spiked the eggnog!"]

Eddie x gn!reader

No trigger warning.

WC: ≈ 0.7K

December 23rd, 1986

You decided to host a small Christmas party with your friends before celebrating it with Eddie and his uncle tomorrow. Eddie is still recovering from his would, but he decided to sit on your kitchen counter while you’re making eggnogs.

You start by mixing egg yolk and sugar together in a bowl. Then you turn to put cream, milk, salt, and nutmeg in a saucepan. While your back is turned, Eddie spikes the eggnog with a bit of Whisky that is in his flask. Eddie finds that not spiked eggnog is bland. You stir the mixture and once it simmered, you start adding the hot mixture to the egg one, not noticing Eddie spiked it. Then, you add the entire mixture into the saucepan and whisk it for a minute before removing it from the heat and adding the vanilla. Once all of this is done, you put it in the fridge.

Then Eddie and you go get ready, and Eddie voluntarily omits to tell you that he spiked it. All your friends arrive, and you eat snacks as well as some tarts that you made. You all have a good time together, the older from the group drink some beer and the kids drink fruit juice and sodas. You all talk about everything except the traumatic events that you experienced in the Upside Down. You stay close to Eddie all night, not to keep an eye on him but more because since you’ve almost lost him, you want to spend every waking moments with him. When it is time for you to serve the eggnog, you kiss Eddie on the cheek and as every time you part you tell him.

“I’ll be right back” right before kissing him on the cheek.

You go into the kitchen and serve each eggnog in a small cups adding whipped cream, extra dash of cinnamon and nutmeg on top of each cups. You put all of them on a tray and bring them in the living room, putting them on the living room table.

As everyone is engaged in conversations, no one notices you brought the eggnogs. You’re also the shy kind of person and even though you feel comfortable around your friends you don’t dare to cut them off in their conversation to say you brought the eggnogs, so you let them here, sitting on the table and join Eddie, intertwining your fingers with him.

Eddie kisses your cheek while having a heated conversation about DnD with Dustin and Mike. You really love this protecting and loving side of Eddie. Even if he often teases the kids, you know how much he loves them. You listen to the conversation and admire your boyfriend’s caring side. At some point, Eddie notices the eggnog sitting there. He discretely smirks before turning to you and whispering in your ear “Why didn’t you tell us you brought your delicious eggnogs?”

“Didn’t want to bother anyone with that” you shrug. “It can wait.”

Eddie cups his hands around his mouth and starts screaming. “My beautiful partner’s eggnogs are on the living room table!” he announces to everyone.

Everyone except you runs to the table and grab a cup. Steve is the first one to eat the eggnog and you see him snatching Dustin’s cup from his hands and making a weird face.

“Who spiked the eggnog?!” he asks, pissed.

You glare at Eddie.

Eddie raises his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just better when spiked.”

Steve takes the cups from each kid’s hands and you look at Eddie disappointed.

Eddie goes to you and kisses the crown of your head. “I’m sorry baby…” Eddie says

You pout. “Now the kids can’t even taste my eggnogs.”

“If it can make you feel better, despite the Whisky, they are really good.” Steve says, looking at you apologetically.

Later this evening, once everyone left, Eddie laid you on the bed and decided to make it up to you by worshiping your body and making you feel better than you ever did in your entire life. Even in recovery, Eddie knows how to make you and your body feel loved and worshipped.

[doomcheese]

Eddie wants in on this.

(He’d also appreciate bites)

[toktopus-art]

spooky season means more vampire!eddie art 🦇

[munsondjarin]

eddie starts to do more accents after noticing how much it makes you giggle. he’ll start ordering pizza in a british accent when you’re at the trailer for movie night. when he catches you drifting off while studying, he’s quick to break in a high pitched valley girl accent as he reads “what was like the primary goal of the confederacy in fighting the civil war?” when he notices you trying to hide your smile he continues his theatrics. “whats your damage? do you like want to fail this test?” he’ll break into a french accent when you cook together, he even drew a moustache with a sharpie once (had to go to school the next day with it on since it wouldn’t come off and he didn’t break out of the accent till it fully came off). when he picks you up for school he greets you in a pirate accent, but sometimes it’s a southern one. it somehow never gets old and he’s rewarded with your smile every time.

[sofiiel]

Eddie would buy a new mattress, hint at you suggestively about breaking it in and when you come out of the bathroom after preparing yourself, he is aggressively jumping on the bed, giggling.

He looks over at you absolutely confused as to why you have put on your sexy underwear.

Until it dawns on him there was a miscommunication on what he meant vs what you thought, and he just flops down like a sack of rocks, desperately trying to unclothe himself as fast as possible.

"No, yeah, That's totally what I meant. I was just, uh, loosening up the bed springs. Testing for squeakage and....yeah." ← out of breath Eddie trying to catch a second wind.

[rogueddie]

Steve gives Eddie the pink teddy he wins at the fair, sort of as a joke but also kinda hoping he'd like it. Eddie had joked about it being "mighty impressive, big boy" and that had seemed to be it.

But a few weeks later, Steve is round Eddies and he still has the teddy on his bed, in the open, propped up by the pillows. Steve tries to be casual when he says something like "oh hey, he's still here".

Eddie is quick to correct; "her name is Strawberry. And of course she's still here, she lives here."

He doesn't notice the chronic case of heart eyes Steve gets, too busy going into the backstory he gave her; befriending dragons, marrying the king... Steve is determined to win her a friend.

[steddieas-shegoes]

When Eddie is introduced to Jonathan, they both give each other a look that says “if you say anything, you’re dead” and naturally, Nancy clocks it immediately.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” they said at the same time, only growing the suspicion.

“Seriously? Do you know each other already?”

“No!”

“Yes, but-“

They glare at each other, but Eddie speaks up again.

“He bought from me a couple times. No big deal.”

Nancy looks between them, shakes her head. “There’s something else going on. But we’ve got bigger problems.”

And they did.

For months, their problems seemed to get worse by the day. It was a great distraction.

But honestly, anytime Eddie spent more time with Jonathan, it got harder not to say how they actually knew each other: a make out session in a bathroom at a party when Jonathan was yearning for Nancy.

He told Steve eventually, had to with the way he kept finding ways to avoid being around Jonathan and Steve got suspicious.

“If he said something to you about us, I’ll take care of it. He doesn’t get to say shit about what makes us happy.”

And Eddie couldn’t have Steve lose another fight, so he told him.

“So wait. You and Jonathan…”

“Made out. Yes.”

“Like…with tongue?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I remember tongue being involved.”

“And hands?”

“They were there too.”

Steve puts his hands on his hips, lifts one to wipe over his face, then settles it back on his hip. “And you liked it?”

“Considering at the time my options were Jonathan or the girl in Hellfire who insisted I wasn’t gay because I looked at her during campaigns, yeah. It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve been through.”

Steve huffed. “Yeah, but like. Compared to me-“

“Oh my god.”

“What?!”

“I cannot believe you’re jealous of Jonathan Byers. Again.”

“I’m not! I’ve never-“

Eddie raised his brows. “Never? Not once?”

“That was different!”

“That was worse.”

“I dunno, finding out your boyfriend has made out with the only other guy in Hawkins who’d be up for it is arguably worse.”

Steve pouted for hours. Eddie let him.

It was cute, alright?

And when he got over it, they made out for hours in his bed.

Steve, of course, was the one who told Nancy.

In his defense, he was very high, and Nancy had been pushing him all night, from the moment she caught wind that he might know how they knew each other.

Eddie went inside to grab them all water, and she pounced.

By the time Eddie got back, Steve was half asleep and Nancy was smirking at Eddie.

“You could’ve just said.”

“He’s never getting high for free again.”

“He’s your boyfriend.”

“He’s back to being a paying customer, too.”

Nancy laughed, startling Steve into opening his eyes. He smiled up at Eddie, no clue he’d just given up one of their secrets.

“Hi, baby. You know Nancy didn’t know about you and Jonathan?”

Eddie glanced over to see Nancy rolling on her side, laughing hysterically.

“Yeah. I’m sure that was on purpose. How about we get you to bed, superstar?”

He managed to get Steve onto the couch, where he immediately passed out.

Nancy hugged him, kissed his cheek, like she always did before leaving.

“It’s not a big deal, you know. He’s mentioned that he isn’t only into women. We’ve talked a lot about the Argyle situation.” She walked towards the door. “Steve will get over the jealousy eventually. It’s not like Jonathan wouldn’t have made out with him if he could have.”

She left before Eddie could respond.

Eddie suddenly understood exactly what Steve was feeling.

“Not gonna happen,” he mumbled to himself before joining Steve on the couch and pulling him close.

[solarmorrigan]

Eddie can never move again.

Or at least, he can’t move for a while. He’s been chosen.

Steve has fallen asleep on his shoulder, and Eddie figures it’s like when a cat chooses your lap to nap on: you simply don’t move until either it can’t be helped or the cat gets up, whichever comes first.

(Eddie tries not to imagine Steve curled up in his lap, instead of just resting on his shoulder. He is marginally successful.)

It’s not really that Eddie is that much of a soft touch (so he likes to think), it’s just that he knows Steve has been running himself ragged lately – he’s been picking up extra shifts and odd jobs in between, trying to save up enough to move out of his parents’ house; he’s been running errands for Claudia while her car’s been in the shop this week; he’s still trying to keep up with the gremlin horde, even if they don’t need rides quite as often these days; and Eddie’s pretty sure he hasn’t been sleeping (they’re creeping up on November; a lot of their party members aren’t sleeping well).

The bags beneath Steve’s eyes are big enough to have their own area code, is all Eddie’s saying, so when he’d noticed Steve nodding and listing a little into Eddie’s side, he’d stayed quiet. He’d stayed quiet when Steve’s head had rested lightly on his shoulder, and had been quiet still when Steve had grown heavier and heavier until he was practically draped over Eddie, head nestled firmly into the crook of Eddie’s neck.

Eddie isn’t going to say a damn thing, and he sure as hell isn’t going to move.

He’s been chosen.

(Never mind that it’s just the two of them watching a movie and there is literally no one else for Steve to fall asleep on. That isn’t the point.)

The only thing is, Eddie’s arm is sort of sandwiched between them, and it’s sort of starting to go numb, and Eddie’s a little worried about the prolonged lack of blood flow. He needs both hands to play the guitar, so he can’t really afford to lose one, is all, so he tries to gently, ever-so-gently, extract his arm from between them.

This works like crap, of course, Steve is a ridiculously light sleeper and Eddie knows this, and he’s stirring against Eddie’s side with a grumble before Eddie can even work the feeling back into his hand.

“Nope,” Eddie murmurs, wrapping his arm around Steve’s back and pulling him closer. “Nope, no, goooo back to sleep.”

He runs his hand gently up and down Steve’s side and, miraculously, this does work. Steve settles, curled even further into Eddie’s side than before, and Eddie sighs. He lets his hand come to rest on Steve’s waist, but keeps stroking with his thumb, just in case.

(Eddie tries not to think about the fact that he and Steve are now essentially cuddling. He is entirely unsuccessful.)

Things are peaceful for a while longer, and they’ve nearly reached the climax of the movie when Steve stirs again.

It isn’t the sort of sleepy stirring that would suggest Steve is waking on his own (Eddie’s seen that, on the occasions he and Steve have spent the night together, just sharing space to fight off the darkness. Eddie’s seen Steve wake on his own, and this isn’t that), this is more the kind of restless movement that suggests something less than peaceful is going on in Steve’s mind.

A little furrow appears between his brows, and a little frown pulls at his lips, and Eddie did not go to all of the trouble of not waking him earlier only for a nightmare to get him now, so he takes his hand off of Steve’s waist and moves it up, carefully carding it into Steve’s hair.

He rubs his fingers against Steve’s scalp, scratching a little, almost petting, and for a moment Steve only grows more restless, leaving Eddie to wonder if he’s just fucked up, but then – Steve nearly collapses into Eddie’s side. Complete dead weight, boneless as a chicken strip.

He hums deep in his chest, clearly pleased (a little like a purring cat, Eddie’s brain unhelpfully provides), so Eddie keeps it up.

In fact, he does it well enough that Steve is still dead asleep by the time the movie ends. And Eddie could wake him, offer to let him stay the night, and hope he can get back to sleep after they relocate somewhere more comfortable, or–

Or he can stop the movie and give in to his heavy eyes and fall asleep sitting curled around Steve.

Which is exactly what he does.

(And when they both wake later, bathed in the blue glow of the stopped VHS tape, completely sore from sleeping all crumpled up like idiots, Steve insists it’s the best he’s slept in ages. He looks at Eddie and says—quietly, almost uncertain, almost like he’s saying more—that they should do it more often.

Eddie agrees.)

[Prompt: Falling asleep on your partner's shoulder]

[mardyart]

steddie and stobin art im 2024…… whew

[sp0o0kylights]

Indie horror filmmaker Eddie Munson, high off his first big (underground but notable) success, knows the movers and shakers of the film world have their eyes on him. 

They're just waiting to see if he was a one hit wonder before they open all the doors he's been trying to kick down. 

His next upcoming film is his chance, his shot at finally making it. Of being like Rob Zombie and the other creators he looks up to that masterfully blended metal and horror. 

This is his golden ticket. 

The project starts off smooth. His last success has greased the wheels, and things fall into place faster than ever before. 

He's got the best idea for this insane haunted house story, a true "mazes in mazes" type of deal with a queer twist. A real look at how a place can haunt a person just as easily as a ghost can.

 Everything's going swimmingly--until one of his leads drops out the day they're due to start shooting.

No call no show's, and later, Eddie will find out the guy got a last second call back to be a contestant on one of those Love Island bullshit romance gigs (and laugh his ass off when the main love interest takes one look at Billy Hargrove and goes on a five minute rant about ugly mullets on national television) but right now? 

He's fucked. 

He's called in every favor he has for this film. Maxed out every credit card he owns, tapped every contact, got on his hands and knees and begged his rising star journalist best bud to help him market it. (Which Nancy agreed too, for way less cash than she should have.) 

 Eddie can't get anyone on the phone, much less find a replacement actor and the amazing place they rented, that is so dark and wonderfully eerie, is booked out the rest of the year as an AirBnB. 

If he doesn't film now, he loses it all.

Cue the other lead, unknown theater actor Steve Harrington, watching his hair pulling, tire kicking, 'cursing and hopping while holding a toe' mental breakdown and asks why Eddie himself doesn't act in it. 

"Just go full Kevin Smith man. Act and direct." He says, with an easy grin. 

Jeff, Eddie's tried and true videographer, trades glances with Gareth and Grant (Eddie's long used special effects and makeup team, who double for about twelve other jobs because they're also his best friends and they're all in this together, make or break.)

"We don't really have a lot of other options." Gareth hedges. "You're already using me and Grant as background characters." 

Eddie, hands fluttering around his face as though trying to wave away this entire situation, squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a pained hiss. 

"Fine, fine!" He announces with the air of a man running towards a fire. "Fuck it, this is our one shot and so help me I will be shooting it!" 

Steve politely hides a laugh with a cough. 

"Chuckle all you want big boy, I'm going to tragically romance you so hard people will forget both of our characters actually live." Eddie snarls.

Steve, the handsome bastard, just winks.  "Looking forward to it." 

Eddie blushes, but hides it with a surge of frantic energy, conveyed by lots of yelling and moving and getting the ball rolling. 

Two days later, Steve would give the performance of a lifetime down on his knees, covered in a literal pound of fake gore, booty shorts and nothing else as he sobbed about how a lover could become a home. His hands clawed at Eddie's jeans before resting a tear stained face on a slim leg as he bent his body towards Eddie like it hurt to be away from him. 

Eddie would later receive equal praise in his own acting during the scene, with the world and every reporter in it asking how he conveyed an otherworldly panic so beautifully throughout Steve's performance. What was he thinking, to evoke those expressions on his face? 

The way his own pale hand, unmarred by blood and acting as a metaphor for the plot, would come to stroke Steve's cheeks.

Eventually he'd come up with a smooth polished answer that cheekily pleased his audience, but nothing would ever come close to the truth. 

("Eddie I've known you since grade school." Jeff said that night, a scant few hours after they'd wrapped. "You can act man, but not like that." 

Eddie made a wild "shut up" gesture, looking frantically over his shoulder before admitting; "You saw how close his face was to the prince of darkness!? I was seconds away from popping a boner next to his lips, in front of the 4K camera!” 

Eddie bounced into Jeff’s face so he could hiss: “He fucking had his chin on my thigh, Jeff, and I am only a man. A mere mortal!" 

"So we're gonna unpack all of that later." Jeff said finally, when he'd managed to get his mouth working and Eddie back out of his personal space. "But dude, we've talked about you calling your dick the prince of darkness." 

Eddie flipped him off.) 

One year later and critics named Corroded the best horror film of the year, praising the camera work, practical effects, and how there wasn't a soul alive who was surprised to hear Eddie and Steve were dating after their explosive on screen chemistry.

No one ever quite understood the prince of darkness jokes or why Steve mentioning it made Eddie blush, but that was a secret to find out later. 

Today on WIP’s I have no intention of writing, indie horror movie AU!

[riality-check]

"Robin, you need to listen to this."

"Hello to you, too, dingus," Robin says, holding the receiver against her ear with her shoulder as she stirs the pasta she has on the stove.

"Seriously, Buckley, you're not gonna believe this."

"Hi to you, too, husband of dingus."

Through the phone, Eddie snorts, which makes Robin smile. Through the phone, Robin hears Steve mumble before he says, "Okay, Cora, what's Pa's name?"

A few seconds pass before Cora, wonderful little menace that she is, answers with all her bright, two-year old confidence, "Baby!"

Robin laughs so hard she drops her spoon. "Steve, you gotta be-"

"It gets better," Eddie says, and he's laughing, too. "Cora, what's Daddy's name?"

"Oh, don't tell me-"

"S'eehard!" Cora says, not quite getting all the sounds, but Robin gets the gist.

"You two are disgusting," she says fondly. "And she's totally doing this on purpose, isn't she?"

"Absolutely," Steve says.

"She's smiling so wide, it's making my face hurt," Eddie adds.

"Well, she gets it from you," Steve says. "Munson menaces beget Munson menaces."

"Okay, Steve Munson."

Robin laughs. "How about it's both of your faults?"

"Wobin!"

Silence settles, and Robin doesn't even try to suppress the wild grin that spreads across her face.

"You gotta be kidding me, little lady," Eddie says.

"She's smiling like a maniac," Steve says, awed.

"I think this just means I'm better than you," Robin says, shrugging and almost immediately dropping the phone.

"I mean, yeah-"

"Yeah, right, Buckley-"

And, for the bit and only for the bit, Robin hangs up, content to let those two idiots and their brilliant kid fight it out until they realize they're talking to dead air.

She has to finish her pasta up, anyway.

[tubesock86]

night on the town

[arelliann]

@steddielovemonth day 19 - 'Love is the comfort of quiet moments' prompt courtesy of @tboygareth

Morning cuddles, ft sleepy bedhead Eddie

[imfinereallyy]

Eddie’s on the couch shirtless, and Steve is having a full-on crisis.

Eddie’s bare chest is on full display on Robin and Steve’s couch, and Steve is having a full-blown, how did this not click til now, crisis.

Steve knows he’s staring. Knows he needs to stop staring. Eddie is going on a rant to them, something about society or something metal (he got distracted when Eddie whipped his shirt off), and Steve should really pay attention because he knows Eddie is going to quiz him after.

For someone who hates school so much, Eddie sure likes to test Steve.

Robin comes up behind Steve, slurping her slushy. “Oh no. I know that face. It finally caught up to you, didn’t it?”

Steve breaks his state to give Robin a wide-eyed look. “What—how—I—“ Steve’s shoulders sag; there is no point in hiding from Robin. “How’d you know?”

“Please, babe, I’ve been waiting. Glad to know you actually sped-run this. Was thinking you were going to pull a me and wait til Jenny Rodriguez asks to practice the stage kiss with you before you realized.”

“I have so many questions.”

“Don’t bother; nothing happened except me falling off the stage at rehearsal.”

Steve laughs but then chokes when he glances back at Eddie. “I think my brain just exploded, Robs. What do I do?”

Robin pats his back sympathetically, “There, there. Nothing you can do, bud. Just got to ride the gay thoughts wave.”

Steve makes a distressed noise. Robin rubs circles on his back.

Eddie interrupts their moment (clueless to the evident lesbian bisexual solidarity happening), “So what do you guys think? Should I get the sword here?” Eddie drags his hand slowly down his sternum.

“I need you to take it back.” Steve whips his head torwards Robin.

“Take it back?”

“The crisis, take it back.” Steve all but begs Robin.

“Sorry, there is a no refund policy. You can use it or push it to the side; it’s up to you. But either way, that baby is yours.” Robin uses her straw to emphasize her point.

Eddie tilts his head confused, “Uuuh guys? The tattoo?”

Steve waits a moment before responding. “Good.”

“I’m going to need more than that Stevie.”

“Good. Will look good on you. Anything looks good on you.” Steve has to resist shoving his face into his hands. He can feel the rush of heat up to his cheeks.

Eddie’s face breaks into a brilliant, and a little smug, smile. “Awe, thanks, sweetheart. Glad to know I got the Harrington approval.”

“You don’t need my approval to look good.” Steve was going to throw himself off the roof of their apartment. That didn’t even make any sense.

Eddie snorts, “Okay big boy. Whatever you say.”

It comes off flirtier than Steve thought a sarcastic comment could be. This time instead of responding, Steve just caves into the embarrassment, turns around, and starts lightly thumping his head into the wall.

“Eddie, c’mon, you broke him! Now I’m going to have to reboot him…again.”

Steve doesn’t see his face but doesn’t have to look to know that Eddie’s face is downright giddy. “Sorry.”

Steve doesn’t think he’s very sorry at all.