#st eddie munson

[yellowsweater-bluevest]

“I don’t think I’m straight.”

Steve had reached that conclusion exactly ten seconds before saying it out loud. Laying upside down on the couch of his house with his best friend draping her legs on top of him.

“Is that what you were thinking about?” Robin asked, not lifting her eyes from her book.

“Yeah, it just makes sense.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Steve hummed thoughtfully. Did he want to talk about it? Was it important enough? Did it change anything?

“I feel the same,” he said. “I thought being gay would feel different.” For a second, Steve was sure Robin would tell him that was a stupid thing to think.

“Are you gay?” Robin asked instead, because she is Robin. She was able to ask something in a judgemental tone without being judgy.

“I'm not straight.” he repeated.

“Pretty sure there are more than two options.” She explained with a joking tone. It was lucky, she thought, that she found a zine hidden in a library when she visited her aunt in Indianapolis.

“How do I know what I am?”

“I don't know, actually,” she said, putting her book down. “I've never seen what the big deal with men is.” Robin explained, crossing her arms. “That's how I knew.”

“I definitely see the big deal with women,” Steve responded simply.

“What about men?”

“I think I always saw the big deal, I just pretended it did not exist.” Steve explained.

“Oh, sweet old denial.” She teased. “How do you feel about this?”

“I would feel better if I had better taste.” Steve deadpanned, causing Robin to laugh and kick him. He slid out of the sofa dramatically to the floor. “Kicking me while I'm most vulnerable, Buckley? I see your game.”

“I have been bidding my time to find your weak spot, Harrington.” Robin joked lightly, jabbing Steve’s legs with her foot. “You will fall, Steven!”

Steve retaliated by pulling her into the floor.

“Look who's falling now?”

“Whatever,” Robin pushed herself to sit upward, sitting on the floor with her back against the sofa. Steve mimicked her with his back against the coffee table. “Who is the guy?” she asked.

“I don't wanna tell you,” Steve whispered, more out of respect for their tradition than anything else. “You’ll make fun of me.”

“Of course I will,” she whispered back. Steve reached for her hand to intertwine their fingers and she held him without batting an eye. “That’s kinda my job as your soulmate.” Steve chuckled. “I have to make sure whoever it is doesn’t mess up our vibe, you know?” He didn’t.

“I’m sure he won’t."

"Are you really gonna make me guess?" Steve lit up at the suggestion. Before he could speak, Robin continued "I'm not gonna guess, just tell me."

"Are you afraid of getting it wrong and looking like a fool?" He teased.

"It's Eddie." She answered less than a second later.

Steve did not respond, shocked at her quick response.

"Who's the fool now, Steve?" The smile on her face was infectious to Steve, who poker her with his foot.

"How did you do that?"

"By having eyes."

"What do you think?" She closed her eyes and hummed as Steve waited for her response.

"I think he looks at you the same way you look at him."

"I should ask him out."

"I can be your wingman!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, my god, yes!"

"We have to make a plan," Robin yelled. She jumped to her feet, letting go of Steve's hand, and dashed up the stairs. "I'm going to get some paper."

Steve stayed behind, sitting more comfortably on the floor, and removing the magazines they had on the coffee table off.

They made a plan, that ended in more of a disaster which is a story for another time. There is only one thing that is important.

Eddie said yes.

[earlgreydream]

truth or dare. | eddie munson x reader

this one is… filthy. a little enemies to lovers with eddie <3

“thought you said eddie wasn’t going to be here!” you hissed to robin with a glare.

“no, I just didn’t answer. c’mon, he’s always here. I know you’re like his enemy or whatever, but you never come hang out anymore!” she grabbed your arm and pulled you over to where all of the adults were strewn over couches in the basement of nancy’s.

there he was, all dark brown eyes and stupid smirk — sipping from a beer bottle. you scowled at eddie, resigning yourself to an evening in the presence of the one person you tried to avoid in hawkins, indiana.

.

you were a good girl, and eddie was a bad boy. it could’ve been that simple, but it wasn’t. ever since highschool, the two of you loathed each other. nobody knew the real story, from the outside, it just always seemed like the two of you had never gotten along.

you hated him because he thought you were a stuck-up princess. he hated you because you thought he was a futureless punk guitarist.

it had all started sophomore year of highschool, when he’d kissed you in the locker room. your heart had filled with butterflies, but they quickly collapsed when the principal walked in on you. terrified of getting in trouble, when you’d been asked what was going on, you insisted that you would never kiss eddie munson. even eddie’s tough-as-nails exterior couldn’t keep your words from piecing his heart.

ever since then, you’d be enemies.

.

“you came!” steve beamed, handing you a bottle of cider from the cooler.

he and robin exchanged a look — one you ignored — while taking a seat as far away as possible from eddie. they were obviously pleased with themselves for getting you to come to their house party, even if it took a little manipulation. you forced yourself not to acknowledge eddie, though it was nearly impossible as his heavy stare suffocated you. he knew you were refusing to meet his eyes, an act of defiance from you that made him even more irritated.

he wasn’t aware that you were coming to this party — and he detested the way his stomach flipped when you came down the stairs, converse smacking the wooden steps, your legs coming into view, all on display in the little cutoff shorts you wore.

halloween played on the box television in the corner, though nobody was really paying attention to it — more invested in the alcohol and conversation that was happening amongst the group. you listened to chrissy gossip about which football player she was seeing at the time, the story getting looser the more she drank, giggling and spilling filthy details to you, robin, and nancy.

“hey, let’s play a game,” steve suggested, catching the attention of your group.

“how about a little truth or dare?” robin grinned, quickly co-conspiring with steve.

“this is so dumb,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes as you took another drink.

“says the one who never likes to have any fun,” eddie scoffed.

you narrowed your eyes, knowing he was baiting you, but you couldn’t resist. before you could register what was coming out of your mouth, you were agreeing to it, joining the rest in their sinister party games.

“truth or dare, steve?” eddie pulled a truth out of the boy, making him admit that he’d had a crush on robin before he knew she was gay.

it went around the circle, mostly truths until nancy agreed to take a bodyshot off of chrissy.

“your turn,” eddie smirked at you, certain you were going to play it safe with a truth.

“dare,” you answered, looking at steve.

you’d already decided, that whatever it was — you were going to do it. nothing was going to make you get naked and run down the street — the decided on penalty for backing out of a dare.

“brave girl… I dare you to let eddie spank you,” steve laughed, making the room freeze.

“What?” it was eddie that spoke, reacting first to steve’s obscene dare.

“no, you’re joking,” your voice came out in a plea, praying that you’d misheard steve.

“get on his lap and let him spank you. come on, we all want a show. unless of course, you’d rather show off to the neighbors.”

your throat was dry as you stared at eddie, ignoring the giggles and encouragement from the girls on either side of you. eddie sat up, his infuriating grin beckoning you to him.

“I’m not streaking, I’ll get arrested,” you snapped at steve.

“guess you’ve only got one option then.”

your face burned as you slowly got up and walked toward your rival. an unfamiliar knot twisted low in your belly; the way he looked at you caused electric shocks making your fingers twitch.

“over my knee, princess,” eddie teased, leaning back, playing along with their game.

“fuck off,” you retorted, hesitating as you stood at his side, trying to look anywhere but his eyes.

“c’mon now,” eddie’s hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you forward, forcing your body over his lap, giving you the last bit of encouragement you needed.

your stomach jolted, hips digging into his thigh as your cheek rested on the couch beside him. he ran his hand up the back of your leg, squeezing lightly as he mockingly asked your permission.

“whatever, just get it over with, munson. steve, I’m going to kill you,” you tried to laugh off your embarrassment.

the tension that hung between you could’ve been cut with a knife, your heart racing in your chest. eddie could feel it, along with the goosebumps raising over your legs, anticipation, embarrassment, and something primal making you tremble.

your cutoff shorts had ridden up in the compromising position, exposing the curve of your ass to him, the soft skin peeking out below ripped denim. for the first time, eddie feared that you could feel him getting hard beneath you, unable to control himself at the sight of your submission. before he could think, he slapped your ass, hard.

his hand came down with an audible crack, striking the skin that was showing, pain stinging sharply under his palm.

“fuck, ow, eddie!” you shrieked, startled by how hard he had swat you.

“don’t whine at me,” he mocked, pulling your head up by your hair, forcing you to look at him.

your embarrassment escalated to humiliation as heat spread between your hips, settling into a deep throbbing inside you. you hardly registered eddie spanking you again, suddenly more worried if he could feel you getting shamefully wet.

you were furious, confusion muddling your thoughts as you realized you’d never been so turned on as you were right now, slightly tipsy and being spanked by the boy you loathed. you almost forgot your audience, only able to focus on how bad you wanted eddie to take care of the need building inside you.

“that’s it, taking it quietly like a good girl,” eddie hissed, only loud enough for you to hear him as he swatted you again, the pain blooming from his merciless spanking.

steve whistled when you jerked forward, grabbing eddie’s ankle, your nails leaving little half-moons in his skin.

“she’s fulfilled her dare,” robin laughed, easing the thick sexual tension in the room.

you barely heard her, your focus zeroing in on where eddie’s hand had come to rest— realizing he could feel how hot and wet you were through your flimsy shorts.

“have fun sitting after that,” nancy teased, handing you a shot as you awkwardly clambered to stand off of him, nearly losing your balance.

the game moved on, but eddie’s heavy stare remained on you, knowing that a door had opened that could never be closed again. he ignored the game and the others, only praying that his hard-on would go down before he had to stand.

your eyes remained at your feet, cheeks burning in embarrassment, even though your drunk friends had already seemingly forgotten your compromising position. it was impossible for you to forget, the need still throbbing between your hips, and the very noticeable ache as you sat down on the hard floor. he’d spanked you hard — harder than anyone who was just trying to tease and be silly. eddie couldn’t control himself with you, finding that he craved you just as bad as you did him.

the party slowly died down, and you were the first to call it a night, standing off the floor on unsteady legs. you ignored the playful gripes from your friends, grabbing the stair railing and leaving the basement, going out into the cold night. 

“wait.”

you turned, your body freezing as eddie munson jogged down the drive after you. before you could back away, his hand wrapped around your wrist, capturing you before you could run. 

“eddie, that was-”

“I need to ruin you. I felt how wet you were from that, and I can show you so much more,” he interrupted, dark eyes blazing, fingers tightening on your wrist. 

your throat was dry as you nodded, unable to form the words to respond. before you knew it, you were on the back of his bike, pulling up to the shoddy trailer he lived in on the outskirts of hawkins. you gripped his leather jacket, breathing in his scent, the smoke, the beer, everything you hated. you couldn’t think, the need coursing through your body driving every action as you followed him inside, back to the small bedroom. 

before you could say anything, his hands had grabbed ahold of your hips, slamming you against the door, smashing his lips against yours. you whispered into his mouth, your fingers finding their way to his curly hair, pulling hard. it was messy and rough, teeth digging into your lip and his hands yanking open the button on your shorts. 

you pulled back for air, panting with your forehead against his chest, your mind scrambling to catch up with how fast he was working, your waistband already pulled halfway down your thighs. 

“aw, were you hoping you’d get fucked tonight? is that why you’re all bare, you little slut?” he sneered, cupping your shaved sex in his hand, his rings ice-cold against your hot skin. 

“eddie-”

“shut up,” he interrupted sharply, dragging his fingers through your sopping wet folds, shoving two inside your pussy with urgency.

your choked whimper was muffled against his mouth, working you open until you were dripping all over his cold silver rings. his other hand wrapped around your throat, pinning you against the hard wooden door, fingering you in the entrance of his bedroom. wet sounds filled the room, your mind spinning as you felt his hard cock straining through his jeans, pressing against your bare thigh. 

you kicked your shorts from around your ankles, shoving him away from you, gasping from the loss of contact. his eyes were wild, glaring at you as you pushed him, until a small smile pulled at his lips as he watched you struggle out of your shirt, tossing it on the floor near your other clothes so you were completely naked before him. 

he shrugged off his jacket before licking his fingers, a sight that sent a sharp pang through your core, reverberating up your spine. you didn’t wait, pulling at the hem of his hellfire shirt, your lips finding the tattoos that littered his chest like graffiti. he hissed when your teeth grazed over the base of his throat, pulling on your hair as you left a hickey on his fair skin, marking him as he did to you. 

“you’re a brat,” he scolded, slapping your already bruised ass. 

your pained yelp made him smirk, manhandling your body and throwing you onto his mattress, on top of the mess of blankets and pillows. you watched, practically salivating as he rid himself of his jeans and boxers, hanging heavier and bigger than you anticipated, red and swollen from your teasing. 

“don’t look so scared, princess, we’ll make it fit.”

eddie crawled over you, hovering as his hand came to rest at the base of your throat, the other holding him up. you held his wrist, gasping as you felt the slick head of his cock rubbing against your pussy, dragging slowly, drawing out your suffering. your eyes rolled back as he squeezed your throat, restricting your oxygen as he slowly sank into you, burying his cock inside of you. the sensation of it all had your back arching off the bed, pressing his palm harder against your throat. you were bound to be bruised in the morning, but you didn’t care, too consumed with the feeling of him dragging against your walls. the tip of his dick kissed the spongey place inside of you that pried whimpers from your lips. 

“eddie, fuck, harder,” you begged, tensing as he harshly slapped your ass, promising to leave yet another handprint on your tender skin. 

“you’re a needy little thing,” he hissed, burying his face in your shoulder, gripping your thigh and pulling your knee to your chest, forcing a deeper angle.

your nails dragged down his back as eddie’s mouth found your breasts, biting and sucking as he fucked you with hard, deep strokes. his sounds were animalistic, the heavy moans making your muscles tighten around him, as if you were trying to pry an orgasm from the boy. his body was heavy on top of yours, and the sweet ache in your muscles made your mind go fuzzy, the warmth and intensity helping you along to bliss. 

“fuck,” eddie swore, feeling you come around him, an orgasm crashing over your body. 

you trembled beneath eddie, clenching so tight he could hardly move, your head thrown back, unholy sounds echoing off the trailer walls. 

“no,” you mewled as he pulled out, coming in white ribbons over your belly, painting you in the mess of your shared sins. the loss of contact was a double-sided relief and torture, your body giving into exhaustion as you sank back into the pillows. 

eddie looked down at you, admiring both of your marked bodies, and how pretty you looked with his cum smeared over your skin. he wished he could take a polaroid and save the moment in time forever, but he was dragged out of his thoughts when you shifted in clear discomfort. 

“here, give me a second,” he mumbled, slipping his boxers back up before getting a washcloth damp with warm water. 

you struggled to stay awake while he helped you clean up, his touch far more gentle than what had transpired earlier in the night. he found a band hoodie, slipping it over your head so you had something to sleep in. it was cozy, warm, and smelled like him, and before you realized it, you were drifting off against his side. 

. 

eddie woke up with you under his arm, your head resting gently on his chest, curled up against his side. you rolled over as he eased out from under you, turning your face into the pillow, determined to stay asleep. he wasn’t going to let you win the battle, crawling down underneath the blanket until he found his way between your thighs. 

you awoke to eddie’s mouth on your cunt, tasting your sweetness and sucking gently on your clit, rewarded with a moan as you were dragged awake. your fingers wove into his messy hair, pulling him harder against your cunt. eddie moaned against your wet skin, sending shuddering vibrations through your core, turned on from the pain of your fingers in his hair and your sweet taste. 

“eddie!” you squealed as his fingers moved up, prodding at your other hole, eased in with the cum that was leaking out of you. 

his mouth left you for a second before biting your inner thigh, reveling in your pathetic whimpers as he fingered you, his other hand dragging up your body to grope your chest, the overstimulation turning your nerves to pure electricity. 

“there you go,” he praised softly as you came for the nth time, melting against him, your thighs loosening from around his head, allowing him to sit up. he squeezed your leg, letting it rest over his lap as you caught your breath.

“how long have you wanted to do this?” you asked eddie, your cheeks warming as he leaned down and kissed you instead of answering immediately. 

“forever, i guess. even though you make me mad,” his tone was clearly playful, and you rolled your eyes before shutting him up with another kiss. 

“did i hurt you too much?” he questioned, fingers tracing over the marks that littered your backside, kissing your hip as he laid down in bed with you, basking in the slowness of the morning. 

“not at all. may have to go a little easier next time, though.”

“next time, huh?”

[abellmunsonmovie]

Can we talk about Eddie’s hands real quick? Cause like okay, he plays guitar, he’s good with cars, he most definitely knows how to roll a joint, he wears cool rings. Alsoooo the clip where he’s in the cafeteria flipping the bird, YOU CAN SEE VEINS?!?! WHEN I TELL YOU I LOST IT I MEAN I LOST IT. Sooo anywho…I live for Eddie and his hands

[loveronlineee]

The Metalhead and the Material Girl (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist   All Parts

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: When a super fem new girl joins Eddie’s class he thinks he’s got her all figured out, but he soon finds out that the popular kids aren’t the only ones who judge people’s first appearances 

Y/N notes: none

Okay I don’t usually do writers notes but I gotta say thanks to these four: @carolinaflicker​ @iamsiriuss​ @hauntingtherosebush​ @lindsey3300​ for helping me out on the lil bit of D&D stuff I mentioned. Some of you guys had slightly different answers for me so if I’m still wrong let me know! (And other D&D playing peeps)

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“I’m Y/N L/N. I transferred here from California for my senior year. I like pop music, fashion and hanging out with my friends. And I hope I can become friends with all of you!”

Pretty. Bubbly. Probably a bit of an airhead. The popular kids will scoop her up in a heartbeat. Eddie thought to himself looking up at the new girl. I wonder how long it’ll take for her to be just like everyone else.

The teacher pointed at the empty seat on the metal head’s right, giving the boy a stern look.

“Y/N I’m gonna seat you next to Eddie here at the front so you can help me keep an eye on him.” Eddie grinned and gave the teacher a wink.

Okaaaay here we go. Eddie thought to himself, leaning back in his chair. What kind of popular girl is this one gonna be? Disgusted by me? Weirded out? Just plain old pretend I don’t exist?

“Hi, Eddie was it?” The new girl asked with the biggest most genuine smile Eddie had ever seen. Her face was enough to melt away any built up hate he had accumulated from every harsh comment thrown at him throughout the years.

“Uh yeah Eddie. Eddie Munson.” He couldn’t help the smile appearing on his own face. This girl was a ball of sunshine.

“Nice to meet you Eddie.” He watched as she took out her things from her bag and set them out on the table. Everything was either pink, glittery or had a cute little character on it. She wrote the date on a new page in her notebook, doodling little stars around the numbers.

The teacher came over and placed a piece of paper on Y/N’s desk.

“This is your time table with your classes. Don’t be afraid to ask someone for help.”

“Oh thank you!” Y/N chirped before beginning to read through it. “Hey Eddie, what classes do we have together?” She tilted the paper towards him. Eddie leaned over and skimmed the page.

“Oh wow most of them. We got all the same ones today in fact.”

“Do you mind if I just stuck with you then?”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah that’s cool.” Eddie wasn’t in fact planning on going to all his classes today, like most days, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to get to know this girl more. He spent the morning walking Y/N to all her classes, pointing out other parts of the school she’ll need to know. He revelled in the looks the other students were giving him when they saw them together. The resident freak with a mystery bombshell.

Lunch came around and Y/N followed Eddie to the lunch hall.

“Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you… what’s on your shirt? Is it a band?” Y/N asked.

“It’s my club.”

“Oh cool! You run a club? What’s it about?” Eddie smiled at her as they reached his table of friends.

“A little game called D&D.” He turned to them and gestured to the new girl. “Gentlemen, this is Y/N.”

The boys all looked at her slack jawed, unable to think of anything to say. Luckily, Y/N had enough social skills for the whole table.

“It’s nice to meet you all! I started here today, Eddie’s been showing me around.” She explained as Eddie pulled out the chair in between his and Dustin’s and letting her sit down. He sat in his own chair at the head of the table just observing his friends trying to process this girl being here.

“You’ve been with Eddie…” Mike started asking very slowly, like he was waiting for the pin to drop. “…since this morning?”

“Yeah he’s been really helpful.” Y/N smiled at the younger student. “So are you two freshmen?”

Y/N continued chatting with Mike and Dustin. Eddie looked behind them at the popular kids who were eyeing him suspiciously. The cheerleaders all glaring and whispering to each other. “Eddie!” The metal head looked back at Y/N.

“Yeah?”

“So all these guys are in your club?” She gestured at the group. “You were gonna tell me about D&D earlier, what’s the game about?” Y/N asked, genuinely interested. Eddie grinned. He stood up like he was presenting to a class. Everyone sat up, hands neatly rested on the table, going along with the joke.

“D&D, or Dungeons and Dragons, is a fantasy table-top roleplaying game that only a select few at this school truly appreciate.” Eddie used theatrical hand motions as he described the game, putting one foot on his chair to add to the dramatic effect. “It is a game of teamwork, decision making, and the luck of the dice.”

He gave Dustin a small nod which prompted the boy to take a heavy book out of his bag and put it in front of Y/N. The Dungeons and Dragons Handbook. She began flicking through it, taking in as much as she could. She gasped.

“Can I be a fairy???” Eddie chuckled at her enthusiasm. He sat back down and shuffled his chair closer to hers.

“I’m sure I could homebrew something for you. Either that or you could be an elfen princess? If you just want that pretty ethereal girl look.” Eddie paused. “That… you’ve already got.” He looked back down at his hands, a little hesitant of his last line, before looking back up. Y/N was smiling at the compliment, easing Eddie’s nerves.

“Hey!” Two cheerleaders had approached the table, one calling out to Eddie with annoyance in her voice. “Why don’t you just stick with the freaks?” Eddie leaned away from Y/N and looked to the popular girls.

They turned to Y/N, who seemed a little confused. “You can come and sit with us instead.” One of them said, like she was doing the new girl a favour. Y/N looked over at Eddie. He kept his face the same, not wanting to influence her decision.

Of course he wanted her to stay, but he just couldn’t deal with the guilt of depriving Y/N of having an actual enjoyable high school experience. It didn’t matter how pretty she was, if she was hanging out with the freaks then she was gonna get bullied.

“Oh uh okay then.” Y/N replied apprehensively, slowly getting up. “I-I’ll be back in a minute.” She said as she was dragged away by the cheerleaders. Eddie pursed his lips together in a saddening smile.

“Suuuuuuuure you will.” He said just as Y/N got out of earshot. He looked around at the guys. “And that my friends, concludes the story of the time we almost got a hot chick to play D&D.” The group mumbled and chuckled, going back to their lunch, clearly no where nearly as affected as Eddie.

He knew this was inevitable. With who Y/N was and who he was. But a part of him, a small part of him wanted to believe that she’d stay. For him. That she wouldn’t get poisoned by the ideologies of the social hierarchy. But that was just wishful thinking. He looked back down at the table.

At least it was nice while it lasted.

“Sorry bout that.” Eddie looked back up to see Y/N again. “So I can be an elf princess?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“…why are you here?”

“I did say I’d only be gone a minute.” She smiled. Eddie stared at her, unable to speak. His head slowly turned to the popular kids. They looked even more surprised than him.

“W-What about them?” He gestured.

“What about them?” Y/N asked, confused.

“Aren’t you gonna hang out with them?”

“They don’t seem like people I’d want to hang out with.”

“They don’t?”

“Do I look like a bully to you?” She joked. “So, elf princess? Yes?” Eddie’s smile retuned to his face.

“Yeah. Yeah definitely a princess.”

Tag list: @Mikinyi @justaproudslytherpuff @angelicjinwoo @k12baby @spiderman-berries​ @ruhro7​ @justanotherhappyidiot @dontcallmesavvy @kenzi-woycehoski​

[unsolved-duvall]

Eddie’s only goal whilst he’s fucking you is to make you come so hard, and so many times, that your legs give out when you try to stand up and you can’t even walk two steps.

He doesn’t tell you this is his plan though. But he’ll watch you when you try to stand up after he’s done fucking you, and if your legs don’t collapse underneath you? He’s pulling you right back down to the bed and pinning you to the mattress whilst he does whatever he has to in order for you to be a complete fucking mess underneath him.

He’s eating you out like he needs it to survive, and then he’s kissing love bites all over your neck whilst his hands refuse to leave any part of your body untouched. And then, once he’s ready to go again? He’s fucking into your cunt with such determination and he’s hitting so deep inside you that you don’t even know your own name anymore, and you’re clinging to him like he’s your lifeline.

And the sounds he’s making? He would be whining and moaning in your ear with no shame at all. And he’s telling you how fucking good you feel, and how well you’re taking him, and how proud he is of you, and how he only wants you to come once more, but it’s never just once more, is it?

Because once you told him that hearing him be loud in his bed is the hottest thing he could ever do, and his voice makes you fall apart. so now he plans on never shutting up ever again <3

[st4rshang0ut]

mf out here collecting dads like pokemons

[aprilclementine]

teacher!steve, coming into to work so, so, sleepy, bags under his eyes, hair is completely deflated, the biggest thermal he has filled to the brim with coffee, glasses on because he couldn't be bothered to put in contacts.

He couldn't even stand up straight as he greeted his students, yawning as he greeted each student, leaning his entire weight against the door frame, getting a worried look from the English teacher, Nancy, as she caught his eye from down the hall, he gave her a small gesture, and a tired smile, hoping she'd understand it meant they could talk at lunch.

Steve was apologizing for his yawning the entire day, and sure enough come lunch there was rapid knocking just as the last kid had walked out, he was greeted by Nancy, and Robin, the music teacher.

"Steve, you look like death! Nance, you weren't kidding!" The two of them both took seats, in the closest student desks to Steve, who was mumbling out responses as he laid his head on his desk.

"Okay, spiiilllll." Nancy dragged on, drumming against the desk excitedly. Steve sat up, with another yawn, as he took a long sip from his coffee.

"Geez, did Eddie get home from tour, and forget it was a school night, you two must've had fun!" Robin wiggled her eyebrows at Steve, as Nancy giggled behind her hand.

"Ha-Ha, Buckley. But, sort of, NO- Not in the way you two think, get your head out of the gutter, Wheeler!" Steve pointed a stern finger at her, as she gave him a suggestive look. "He greeted me when I got home, we finished our fun pretty early, actually, I was ready to sleep like a baby." Steve recounted, as a blush began to run up his neck, at the thought of Eddie last night.

He cleared his throat as he continued, "Eddie, still jet lagged, got the great idea to invite his old bandmates over, and instead of practicing in the soundproof studio that we recently added, because it "wouldn't be the same, Stevie!", they practiced heavy f-cking metal, until 4 in the morning, in the garage, which is directly under our bedroom.”

The two girls let out laughs, and gave Steve a sympathetic nod. "So, I didn't get a wink of sleep, didn't even have time to pack myself lunch." Steve sighed as he looked at his watch, seeing he wouldn't have enough time to run into town to grab anything either.

The two girls stood, talking at the same time, "I packed some extra lunch," "You can share with me, I can't promise it'll be good, though.”

Steve stood with the girls, nodding along, as they made their way to the door to walk down to the teachers lounge. As Steve opened the classroom door for the girls, he was greeted by none other than the reason for his lack of sleep.

"Hey Sweetheart," Eddie greeted with a sweet smile, Steve groaned playfully, rolling his eyes, as the girls walked past the two of them, whispering to eachother.

"Oh! Don't forget how thin these cheap walls are, Munson!" Robin called over her shoulder, as Nancy let out another laugh. Eddie flipped her off, as he followed closely behind Steve into his classroom.

Steve sat back on his rolling chair, looking up at Eddie as he stood in front of Steve's desk. Eddie swayed back and forth, hands hidden behind his back. "I figured you probably didn't get much sleep last night-"

"Oh really? What gave it away?" Steve scoffed, taking off his round glasses, and setting them to the side.

"Well, you were grumbling all morning and threw all of your discarded outfit choices pretty roughly at my sleeping head today." Eddie listed off. Steve let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head, humming in response. At this, Eddie moved his hands from behind his back, showcasing a brown bag. "So, I thought what better way to repay my honey, than to bring him a greasy lunch full of love."

Steve reached out happily, knowing he couldn't stay grumpy when Eddie was giving him those eyes. Steve began eating, as Eddie moved around Steve's desk, taking a seat on the desk in front of him. He messed with his rings, as he watched Steve hum satisfied as he took his first bite.

"I figured you didn't have time to pack a lunch, and couldn't have you surving on coffee the whole day." Eddie continued, and Steve gave him a fond smile, nodding as he swallowed.

"You saved me from eating whatever leftovers Robin had cooked up, and was going to share with me." Steve laughed, "Last time I ate what she made me, I had to use my precious Sick Days!"

Eddied joined in on the laughter, before hooking his heel around the arm rest of Steves rolling chair, and pulling him closer, so Steve was slotted between Eddies legs, Steve let Eddie pull him, resting his elbows on his thighs, as he continued to eat his burger.

Eddie began combing his fingers through Steves hair, humming along to a instrumental they came up with last night. "Missed you, missed us." Eddie said softly, as Steve finished his burger, throwing the wrapper back in the bag, and moving closer into Eddies touch, snaking his arms around Eddies waist. "Maybe you should've used more of those precious Sick Days, so you coulda stayed in bed with me."

Steve smiled, feeling his cheeks flush. "Couple more days, and then you'll be able to bug me all of Winter break, my love." Eddie sighed, cupping Steve's face, making him look up at him. Steve kept his eyes shut, soft smile on his lips. Eddie kissed both of his eyelids, then his nose, then his cheeks, before placing one lasting kiss on his lips. He pulled away, causing Steve to whine, chasing after his lips. Eddie smiled lovingly, pressing his lips to Steves again.

The two lazily kissed as Eddie sat on Steves desk, until the bell rang, and when Steve stood and tried to pull away, Eddie pulled him closer, bringing Steve's bottom lip into his mouth, Steve giggled, pulling back softly, not being able to fully talk. "Babe- Mph, I- have to open the-mMpH the door."

Eddie shook his head, humming disapprovingly. "Five more minutes", he begged against Steves lips, keeping his arms hooked around Steve’s waist.

"They'll start knocking", Steve protested, once Eddie released his lip, and leaned up to kiss the mole on Steves exposed neck.

"Let them." Eddie mumbled, and Steve realized he wouldn't win this battle, so he stood there, wrapping his arms over Eddies shoulders, as Eddie lazily kissed along his jaw, out of love, not looking to go any further, more of I missed you kind of kisses, because he missed being home, in Steve’s arms.

The knocking started, just as Steve suspected. Only getting louder, as Eddie protested. "Steve! Open up, my sister told me Eddie's here!" Steve could hear Mike yell through the knocking, he sighed, as he pulled away, and went to open the door.

"Michael, we talked about this- It's Mr.Harrington, to you, during school hours!" Steve corrected, Mike rolled his eyes as Steve used his full name. As soon as the door was opened fully, the kids started piling in.

Dustin, and Mike running up to Steve's desk, to bombard Eddie with questions about tour, and if the kids begged Steve to let Eddie talk about tour, instead of prep for their final (Mr.Harrington, this is geography, technically, it would work perfectly! I teach History, Lucas! Are they not the same thing?), no one had to know.

Steve really only gave in, once he finally looked at Eddie (oh, cmon Stevie, you'd get to sit back and rest for a class period). So, Steve sat back, and watched fondly as Eddie talked animatedly to the class, asking Steve to display each city Corroded Coffin played at, as he spoke about it, rating the city on his “Munson Scale”. Was it educational? No. Was it useful information? Also, no. Was it entertaining? Yes.

Steve tried to lay his head on his desk, and get in a quick 30-minute nap, but was too captivated watching his Eddie entertain his students, he couldn't focus on anything, not even feeling tired anymore.

It was as if Eddie had carried the Sun in with him, and brought life back into Steve, and Steve was so thankful to have Eddie back home.

[steveslittlefreak]

UM.

[shurislostwifey]

Steve questioning his sexuality pt 2

The TENSION is real

Eddie just had to give killer eye contact and address him by his first name

[sentient-trash]

Tada I finished the sketch of Eddie :) First piece of stranger things fanart yippie

I’m also just imagining him making these pants and customizing them with patches and embroidery

Also played around with my style, messed around with colors and whatnot

(I gave up on his shoes, also how does one draw clothing ??)

[peppermintpapers]

Chrissy wake up, I doNT LIKE THIS

[yellowsweater-bluevest]

After months, the art for With this ring by @undreaming-fanfiction for the @steddiebang is ready for the world!

@mcdadarts is also posting art for this fic.

[atlantis-just-drowned]

Ah yes, my latest fictional crushes: Me But Cisgender, The Incarnation Of Neurodivergent Queers Who Saved My Life, and The Ideal Caretaker I Needed As A Child

[abellmunsonmovie]

I feel like if Eddie was alive in the late 90s and early 2000s he’d love Jackass. Also like what if Corroded Coffin got famous or whatever and they were a special guest on there?!?!

“Hey my names, Johnny Knoxville, welcome to Jackass!” -Eddie before cutting to wee man getting shot out of a canon

[loveronlineee]

My Girl Part 1 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist   All Parts

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: swearing

Synopsis: When Mike visits El and the Byers in California, the last person he expected to meet was Eddie’s girlfriend, who apparently exists.

Y/N notes: none

I was originally gonna call this one “The Dungeon Mistress” but that sounded WAY kinkier than I wanted it to be

Request for @maltinonka ! I loved this idea and yes there will absolutely be a part 2 to this one

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The Byers got back to theirs after meeting Mike at the airport. El had been talking excitedly about her plan for the day non stop and everyone but Mike was ready to get out.

Jonathan took the keys to the front door out of his pocket and began walking up the pathway, the rest of the gang behind him. He spotted his neighbour sitting on her porch and waved.

“Hey Y/N!” He greeted. She looked up from playing her bass and smiled.

“Oh hey guys!” Mike squinted at her as they walked. Something about her vibe seemed strangely familiar. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Hey El who’s that?” He asked, leaning closer to his girlfriend.

“Y/N. She’s our neighbour. She’s really cool.”

“Jonathan and Argyle hang out with her a lot.” Will added. “They pretty much just get high in Jonathan’s room. But yeah like El said, she’s cool.”

“You still up to come round mine later?” The bass player asked the older kids.

“Yeah we just gotta drop Will, Jane and Mike off at the roller rink.” Jonathan replied. That’s when Y/N noticed the unfamiliar face. El linked arms with him and pulled him forward.

“Y/N this is my boyfriend Mike! He’s visiting us for a couple days.” She explained excitedly. Mike waved. Y/N smiled and got up, holding her bass in one hand as she walked over. That’s when Mike saw her shirt.

The Hellfire Club.

He stared in shock and confusion. How the hell did she have that?? It looked faded and worn out. Way older than the one he had. But it was definitely the shirt.

“Hey nice to meet you!” Y/N greeted. She noted the odd look she was getting. “You okay there bud?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.

“W-Where did you get your shirt?” Mike asked, pointing. Y/N looked down at her outfit.

“My shirt? I made it when I was a freshman in high school.”

“… no you didn’t.” Mike stated. Y/N pulled a face.

“Yeah? I did? I designed it too. It was for a club me and my boyfriend were starting-“

“Boyfriend?” Mike repeated in disbelief. No. She couldn’t be. He couldn’t have. No way.

“Yeah it was a-“

“A D&D club?” Y/N stopped.

“How did you?…” Her eyes widened. “Where are you from Mike?”

“Hawkins, Indiana.”

“NO FUCKING WAY!” She screamed and jumped. Pointing at him as she came back down. “You go to my old high school???”

“Yeah!! And I’m in the Hellfire club!!!” Mike matched her energy. Y/N looked at the Byers family.

“Why did you guys never tell me you were from Hawkins too???”

“You never asked!” Jonathan spluttered. They all seemed too shocked to properly speak.

“Wait. You dated Eddie Munson???” Mike asked, pulling a face.

“Dude I still do!”

“What?!” Mike exclaimed, making Y/N laugh.

“Wow great to know he talks about me then.” She said sarcastically. She looked back at El. “Jane I’m borrowing your boyfriend for a minute!”

“Where are we going?” Mike asked. Y/N grabbed his wrist.

“Come here kid.”

She led him inside her house and to her room. Mike had never seen Eddie’s place but he wouldn’t be surprised if it looked exactly like Y/N’s. Dark, messy, walls covered in band posters.

Y/N hung her bass back on her wall. Kissing her fingers and gliding them across the strings before going to kneel by her bed. She pulled out a shoe box from underneath and lifted the lid. Mike sat on the floor with her as she began to go through the pieces of paper inside.

“I moved to Cali for college last year. I’m lucky my uncle lives here so I don’t have to worry about housing. Eddie and I have been sending each other letters since I left Hawkins. Here.”

Y/N began handing them from the box to Mike as she continued to look through them all.

Mike took the letters and started reading. They were all from Eddie, dates going back over the past two years. He got to the one at the end of the pile. The paper was crumpled and torn in places. He could just about read it.

My girl, Y/N.

You don’t know this yet but I’m writing this before you’ve even left. You’re actually next to me right now, taking a nap. We’re in my van, AC/DC is playing. It’s your favourite song, you know the one.

I’m gonna miss this. I’m gonna miss this so much. We’re not even doing anything and I am having the best time of my life.

What am I actually gonna do when you’re gone?? I have no idea.

I promise I’ll keep Hellfire alive and continue to give the freshman nerds somewhere where they belong. I promise to use all the notes you’ve given me for our campaign. You were always the better DM. I promise to keep playing guitar so we can jam again when you come back. The band’s not gonna be the same without you.

Nothing’s gonna be the same without you.

Once I graduate, I’m running like hell outta Hawkins and straight to you.

Wait for me. I love you.

Eddie

“Wow. I had no idea Eddie could be so sappy.” Mike chuckled.

“That boy is full of surprises.” Y/N said with a loving smile. “So how’s my weirdo doing? Does he still jump up on the tables at lunch and yell things?”

“Yeah, yeah he does.” Mike chuckled again.

“Well it was much more annoying when it was both of us up there and we’d be dancing from table to table.”

“Eddie dances?” Mike asked in disbelief.

“Only with me.” Y/N shrugged. “We’d do anything to piss off those jocks. They hated us way before we did any of that shit anyway.”

“Yeah sounds about right.” Mike nodded. “This guy Jason is the worst.”

“Jason Carver?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah you know him?”

“Yeah I know the little shit. He acts like he’s king of the fuckin’ world. I bet he’s worse now that he’s a senior. He had this girlfriend, Chrissy, sweet little thing. Way too good for him.”

“They’re still dating.” Y/N made a disgusted noise as Mike handed her the letters back. She took out a Polaroid from the box before placing the letters down. She smiled at it fondly then handed it to Mike.

The photo was of her and Eddie at her graduation. Eddie was grinning as Y/N’s arms were wrapped around him, kissing his cheek. Mike turned it over to read the message on the back.

You get the fuck outta here and never look back. I’m right behind ya babe.

Mike suddenly felt a twinge of sadness.

“Y/N?” He said.

“Yeah?”

“When’s the last time you were in Hawkins?”

“The day after that picture was taken.”

“Wha- really? So you haven’t been back to visit in the last year and a half??” Y/N shrugged.

“We always planned to get out of that shitty town and never go back. Besides, plane tickets aren’t cheep. The only reason I’m even in California is because my Uncle said he would look after me.” Mike could see she was sad too, really.

“… don’t you miss him?”

“More than anything in the world.” Y/N said softly. She looked over that the calendar hanging on her wall. “Mike, when are you going back home?”

“Next Saturday.” Y/N got up and looked closer at the dates. She mumbled to herself.

“Well I don’t have anything due around that time… and I’ve got some money saved up…fuck it.” She turned back around. “You wanna see Eddie loose his collective shit?”

Mike grinned, standing back up.

“Uh yeah?” He replied, like she even had to ask that question.

“Well then, I’ve got a plane ticket to buy.”

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behind the scenes eddie has my whole heart