#stranger things 4 concept

[wroteclassicaly]

Eddie Munson tears up when his newborn daughter is getting her first shots.

“Shit, do you have to be so rough with her? She’s new to the world, alright?” And you have to reassure him that they know what they’re doing.

But then her little lower lip wobbles and the tears start flowing freely, daddy Munson tries his best. “I know, I know, kiddo. But daddy had a lot of needles on his arms to get his tatties, okay? You’re daddy’s girl and you can get through this — we can get you through this, babygirl.”

After they put on her bandaids, he immediately brings her to his chest and pats her butt, her tiny fist balling up and curling into his curly tresses. She’s whimpering softly, but eases when he keeps her close to his thrumming heartbeat. His lash line is wet with moisture, eyes glistening. You pat his back and give it a few gentle rubs, knowing he’s gonna be the one to sit in the back with her whilst she’s in her car seat.

[upsidedog]

i was gonna do this meme with the original format then a much better came to mind

[disjointed-art]

Eddie and his emotional support cereal have been ordered as keychains!! He will be double sided, one with glitter epoxy, with a gold bat clasp!

There will only be 25. Once they go if people message wanting me to make more I will but if not this will be a limited available keychain!

Once they get here (at the Halloween steddie one) I will relaunch my shop! So stay tuned for updates ;)

He will also be available as a sticker along with these guys (individually or in a bundle)

[dimepdf]

pleaseee i think we all deserve a joseph quinn “wired interview” fic :))

WIRED INTERVIEW. + JOSEPH QUINN

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? [ ❥ ] synopsis. one of Joseph's first interviews following the premiere of the new season and his public disclosure of his relationship. author's note. tis my birthday!

[ ❥ ] pairing. joseph quinn x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 1.5k

[ ❥ ] genre and warnings. Fluff, actor!reader, black coded, based this from Kim and Pete’s relationship, Joseph being smitten, literally just fluff series masterlist.

Y/N L/N & joseph quinn Answer the Web's Most Searched Questions | WIRED

The interview starts off pretty tame. The couple that sat in the white room in front of the camera beamed with perfect happy smiles.

Joseph could not help but to touch Y/n in any way that he could.

Many of the fans suspect that his love language might have been touch from the complications and tiktoks of the male always reaching to hug/grab/hold the woman.

Joe wasn’t shy about his smitten state over Y/n that festered throughout the young years of the actors knowing each other. I

f there's one thing that the internet has been talking about since the opening week of Stranger Things releasing their new anticipated season, it's the new couple on set: Y/n L/N and Joseph Quinn’s rumored relationship.

After the pair met in the following year for the production of season four of Stranger Things, they've been spotted together a number of times, including the very adorable trending clips of them trending of the pair being more than friendly, begging the question from their fans: are they an item?

Just weeks after the release of the new season, Joseph and Y/n were spotted holding hands during an outing in NYC on what seemed to be a double date with their co-stars Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton at a pricey restaurant in the city.

Photos of the pair caused fans to speculate that maybe it just wasn't their characters that had a connection as well, though a source told People at the time, "Since we’re like one big close-knit circle of friends just being friends, it might come off that way to other people."

Following the many sightings, Joseph and Y/n were reported to have gone on a more private dinner date at another iconic Italian eatery, Campania's, in New York's Staten Island.

A source told Page Six, "Y/n arranged a dinner on the rooftop privately," adding that they didn't bring security with them and "quietly were able to sneak in and out."

A report from E! at the time also revealed why Joseph apparently likes Y/n, saying, "Y/n is a very down-to-earth person, who seems very grounded and humble every time that they hang out."

People reported that Joseph and Y/n were seen mingling a lot together during the after party of the Stranger Things watch party. Sources show proof of the pair together in almost every video that was posted from the small party that was attended mostly by the cast and production along with friends.

A source told People at the time that the couple was "always together." It was a "big night for them," another source told E! News. "But it seemed like they were in their own universe." The source also said the two didn’t want to be perceived as a couple in public. "They were careful not to show too much PDA with so many eyes around."

With the entirety of the entire internet (including Dojacat) wondering what was going on between the pair, Joseph decided to settle things earlier this week, during his current appearance at Comic Con, where a fan asked the long awaited question about the situation.

"I think everyone just wants to know—me mostly because, hello, you’re both so fine—but is it really just a rumor or are you and Y/N really an item?" The fan asked as the audience voiced their approval of the question. "Or is it all just, like, really good PR? You have to be honest."

Joseph couldn't seem to contain his blushful glance as he playfully fauxed an eye roll, dramatically leaning back from his chair as the crowd seemed to get louder with anticipation of his answer before responding: "I'm more offended honestly that you guys think it was all just a PR stunt." 

Understandably, the crowd completely lost it for a moment before Joseph finally said, "I mean, we made out that one time in public and the next day she was just scrolling through twitter and all the replies were just like "guys, they're just besties, calm the hell down" and I’ve never been more concerned because we weren't even trying to hide it, it was more just waiting until everyone caught on."

Over on social media, the fans could not contain their excitement over the topic of conversation. "Love a black woman to infinity to infinity!!" said one twitter user with the clip of the reveal, with another adding, "I know I'm biting her fucking pillow and peeling back her fucking wig because of this one lmaooo."

Joseph and Y/n just keep getting cuter and cuter since their relationship became public. Finally, the actors share their first ever pictures together as a couple.

Y/n posted to her instagram page a grid of pictures that left fans in a frenzy. The spam of posts featuring Joseph and her wrapped in each other's embrace during the start of the new season's long production revealed to fans the long timeline of their relationship. 

The pictures in question are captioned: "I'm sorry that you seemed to be confused…" Many suspect that the caption was to shade Doja Cat, the artist getting into quite a situation with Y/n’s younger costar Noah Schnapp, after taking to Instagram Live to publicly post their Instagram direct message conversation in a since-deleted TikTok.

In the exchange, the rapper asked the actor to help set her up with his co-star Joseph Quinn, which Y/n/L/n seemed to not take much interest in.

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“Okay well you have to say it,” Y/n gestured with her ombre french tip nails, adjusting her brown wrap halter top from the hem that snug onto her brown skin just perfectly. Joseph gave a sort of side glance to the woman as his eyebrows creased. 

“Cause’ It’ll sound better coming from you.” The whine in Y/ns voice was clear, not it an annoyed way just in the way of being playful when behind the camera a slight hesitation in leaning into his immediate touch.

“Honey, I think you sound just fine.” He reached to squeeze the plush on the woman's thigh, the high of her olive green mini skirt that covered only her middle thigh. 

“Oh fuck off—hello, im Y/n L/n and this is,” the pair giggled at the drastic and dramatic mood switch that conterted Y/n features, the woman raising her hand to cover her smile subconsiously as she laughed brightly.

“Joseph Quinn.” Joseph answered with his voice peaking into a more gentle softer tone because of the laughter.

“And today we’re doing the wired autocomplete interview!” 

Autocomplete suggests the most common searches on the internet. 

So WIRED asked Joseph and Y/n L/n some of the internet’s burning questions.

The video cuts to Joseph sitting with his legs folded, the white board littered with questions perched on to the start of his knee joint, which formed a bend.

Setting the board at an angle so it was sort of presented to Y/n as she sat a little off to the side, the questions all started with her name as she slouched into a more comfortable sitting posture to subconsciously lean more into Joseph as the interview continued.

"How old was Y/n in the Bruno Mars video?" the first question shot off as Joseph peeled the paper away, revealing the answer as he flipped the strip from his bed of his thumb.

His dark brown eyes glistened under the studio light as he glanced at the woman with a content smile, watching the start of a smile creep onto her glossed lips, Y/n glancing up at the ceiling in thought. "I was like, 21ish when I recorded the song." 

"Can I just say how cool it is that you’ve casually been just a song for such an amazing artist?" Joseph interpreted as Y/n giggled at the compliment, her shoulders bouncing with her laughter as he added. "Like how many people can just casually say, "Oh yeah, I was in a Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak music video?" That's insane to me." 

"Does Y/n…play the drums?" the question making Joseph's lips pout out as he menetally recalled the many times he would beg you to play the drums for him after seeing the dedication you put into learning the instrument for the show, your character being the outcast with big round glasses but a killer drumming skill, your average height being just below Sadie Sinks, giving you an advantage to be in the younger iconic cast, being an award-winning favorite when introduced in the second season. 

"Uh, yes? Kind of, not as much as outside of the show, but I still had to learn a lot for the show." She was fidgeting with the underside of her nails. "It's sort of annoying sometimes though, because I really love having a decent nail length and I remember having a really cute nail set during production and the stylist was just like, "yeah, rip those off for me." I’ve never been more pissed." 

"Who is Y/n L/n dating?" The question led the couple to smile at each other, Y/n leaving a gestured thumb to her boyfriend of almost 3 years.

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[ryan-waddell11]

a simple boy who just loves cereal and yoo-hoo

[sleep-paralysis-buddy]

Eddie, who loves you like a Hozier song. Like Work Song. He worships you, fucking craves you. He's nicknamed you angel, because that's what you are to him. You're Heaven sent, and he doesn't know what he did to be as blessed as he is, but he'd do it a million times over just for you. Just to kiss your sweet lips. Just to see those eyes that shine with so much love and pride when you look at him.

He still remembers the first time he saw you, sitting with some friends and watching his bands show at The Hideout. He'd damn near dropped his guitar, and it'd made you giggle, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He remembers thinking you'd be the death of him, and you have been, a million times over.

Every time you whisper your adoration for him. Every time you ran your fingers through his hair or down his back. Every time he woke up to you, naked, tangled in the sheets and his arms, your bewitching face open and peaceful. Every time, he feels just a little bit of him die. It's like the longer he's with you, the more of himself he loses, as if you're slowly killing him. Like he's a Mortal man, and this is his punishment for falling in love with a goddess.

'I'm gonna marry that girl one day, Wayne. Honest to God,' he tells his Uncle one early morning over breakfast. You'd slept over the night before, and he'd fallen asleep first, exhausted from the gig he'd played. You must have gotten awfully bored, because when he woke up, his D&D books were organized by color, size, and author. He'd looked back to his bed, admiring the way the blankets wrapped around your curves, his heart melting when you'd reached towards where he usually lays, gripping the sheets.

Wayne just nods and sips his coffee, but what Eddie can't see is the older man smiling into the warm drink. He'd never seen his nephew brighter or happier, and you look at Eddie like he created the stars. It's the kind of love Eddie had needed his whole life, the security of it, the comfort. Wayne had seen his nephews darkest and lightest moments, but he'd never seen him shine like this.

Eddie talked about marrying you all the time. He'd notice your shoe untied, and bend to tie it for you, and kneel on one knee, opening his hand like a ring box. Small cheesy gestures to make you laugh, the sound as sweet as sugar to his ears. But someday, he swore, there'd be a real ring in his hand. A good one. One of the pretty ones from the jewelry store the next town over where they bring you champagne while you shop. He'd come up with the money somehow, even if he had to quit music and the garage. Get a real office job (even though he knows that's the last thing you'd ever want, and that you'd probably kick his ass if he gave up on his dreams).

But now, as he leans in the doorway of his room, smiling to himself as you curl into a ball, mumbling in your sleep, he feels perfectly content and happy. He can wait a few years to pop the question. Wait until you have your own place together.

Besides.

He's only got the rest of his life.

[inveinity]

I can't stop giggling and shit whenever I look at this drawing

[demadogs]

NANCY WHEELER + GUNS

[queers-gambit]

Dating Eddie Munson HC

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

warnings: suggestive language, some curse words, borderline NSFW but I tried to keep it as mature and neutral as possible? but sex is mentioned... proceed at your own risk.

• his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

• get ready to have your hair played with endlessly; gentle scalp massages when cuddling, the ends being fiddled with, his hand smoothing over the back of your head before threading his fingers through your hair when he brings you into his chest for a hug.

• yeah - lots of cuddles. he likes having you close, whether you're leaning your chin into his shoulder while watching the D&D campaign he's running or laid in his twin bed, head to his chest. he likes having you close, despite teasing from some friends.

• getting high in his van or in his trailer. lots of nature walks with a couple of joints. him getting a new strain and wanting to 'test' it with you before selling it. him teaching you how to roll, too.

• he likes listening to you read out loud. no matter if it's a textbook while you study or an old book from the library you've been meaning to read for ages now, he likes listening to you. he might lay on your chest while you're propped up on pillows, eyes sometimes following along the words you're reading or sliding them close; he likes the latter because his mind can conjure the images you're describing. sometimes, you're on the couch and he's on the floor, between your legs, listening while he's mapping out a new campaign.

• he brings you flowers because he's an old soul and likes watching your face light up at the different bouquets. he makes it his mission to get a new set every other Sunday. and he secretly likes the fact that you keep a few florals from each bouquet in an old shoe box in your closet before throwing the rest away, washing the vase, and placing the new bouquet in.

• he keeps a polaroid of you two in his wallet. another one is rubber banded to the driver's side visor so whenever he flips it down, there's a picture of just you. there's another one of you both on his bedside stand, though it's the only thing constantly on display (except his guitar, of course) as his room is ridiculously messy and cramped.

• invites you to every show his band plays. and damn near every band practice.

• he visits you at work all the time at the local pharmacy. you take your lunch break with him and nearly lose track of time, insisting you have to get back to work, but his pout and plea for "just one more kiss" lock you in place. you're typically 5-10 minutes late from lunch but nobody minds.

• he likes driving you places because it's calm. the drive soothes you both, it's an effort to even spend just a few more minutes together, and the feeling of his ringed hand on your thigh or tangled with your hand makes your stomach feel warm and full.

• once you're dating, he only uses your full name when he's angry or frustrated with you - so, next to never. he uses nearly every pet name in the book, except the more 'cringe' ones. he gives them a try, but you both usually laugh at how awkward it sounds before going back to your fail-safe: baby.

• he's nearly never angry or frustrated with you. you can be stubborn, sure, but you both found a way to communicate best for each other so there's not a lot of miscommunication.

• he likes to gently pick at your nerves, too. if you tell him you're ticklish, he'll look for blind spots to poke your waist or squeeze your ribs cage because he adores the sound of your laughter - even if it means he gets wacked in the chest for it.

• wearing his clothes is a given. he's missing a few graphic band t-shirts and hoodies, and almost asks if you've seen them before you're walking out of your house to get in his car... in his shirt. he tries to conceal his hard-on all day, but typically by lunch, you can expect a mid-day rendezvous in the abandoned drama classroom that doubles for Hellfire meetings. and if you happen to wear his Hellfire shirt on that particular day, expect him to sit back on the 'throne' with you riding him in only that shirt. those days, you typically miss lunch, 5th, and a part of 6th period, too.

• school events don't interest either of you, so, you don't participate in the pep rally's or assemblies. where do you go? naturally, the Hellfire room, where things can get a little heated but mostly just the pair of you talking, kissing lazily, making fun of the school and a few of the bullies that like to pick on Eddie.

( • if you are a cheerleader, Eddie's at every game you're cheering at just to gloat to anyone around him, "that's my girlfriend." sometimes, he gets nods of approval or those manly dap-ups from people. )

• ah, yes, the bullies. they try to target you but your 'take no bullshit' attitude is one of the things that attracted Eddie - so, they quickly grow bored when you don't give them the response they want or expect. however, Eddie does often retaliate and the bullies have learned that if they pick on you through Eddie, he gets really riled up.

• until you find the bullies cornering him and easily pass by the group, hand snatching Eddie's, and leading him out of the school as the lowlives call insults at your back. once in his van, you're reaching for the glovebox and pulling a joint and lighter out, getting the end lit, before handing it to Eddie, telling him, "don't listen to them, baby, they don't know shit. only reason they mess with you so much is because they're miserable in their own lives."

• "but I can't listen to them say shit about you - "

• "if I gave a single fuck what anyone thought, this would be a different conversation. I don't care, you shouldn't either."

• Eddie comes to you with nearly any problem he has. Uncle's being a bit of a dick? straight to you. homework overwhelming him? he's on the phone to you within minutes. can't restring his guitar right? finger tips slightly raw and bleeding? he's picking you up from work and bringing you back to his trailer, where you almost too easily restring the guitar for him. he thanks you by making dinner - his specialty? hamburger helper.

• he worries about telling you he's failed another class and has to repeat, but you just kiss his cheek and assure him you'd both try a little harder next year. and if he needs academic help, he knows to come to you because you have a way of understanding the information and regurgitating it in a way he'll understand and better grasp the concept.

• Eddie often worries he's not enough for you, but after an hour of being in your presence, he's assured there's nobody else you want. it's really not that hard to tell with the way you look at him with so much admiration, he's nearly stunned.

• he also looks at you like you hung the moon, so, you know there's nobody else for him but you. mutual reassurance goes a long way for you both, so, neither mind giving it to the other. whether verbally or nonverbally, it's nice that you both can assure the other you're in love.

• he can read your body language better than anyone. your jaw might clench a little and he knows you are trying to suppress irritation; so, he reaches out to toss his arm around your neck and press a few kisses to your temple. the action always makes you smile, and this time is no different. your leg might bounce nervously, and Eddie's leaning over to distract you by muttering a few really bad jokes in your ear. does the trick - you're laughing lightly and whatever worry might've plagued you, is long gone from the look in your eye. your tongue keeps poking out to wet your lips, both rolling inward to purse together in anxiety, and what's Eddie doing? swooping in and pressing his puckered lips over your nose, chin, and cheeks until you're smiling - then, he's kissing your lips until you're both lost in one another.

• ah, sex with Eddie is actually a great time. he's a switch; sometimes he likes to dominate you and other times, he likes to be dominated and cared for. he's a pro at aftercare and his hands wouldn't leave you as you both catch your breath. skin to skin contact is a must for him, and the feeling of you tracing his bare tattoos is Godly.

• lots of risky, semi-public sex. he likes pushing the envelope and while you thought you'd never be like that, something about Eddie makes you feel safe and energized for the adventure. he's always reassuring and on high alert for you both; allowing you, yourself, to be lost in the pleasure he's trying to instill. and instill he does. 😮‍💨

• I don't care what anyone says - Eddie is both an ass and titty man. he loves popping your nipple in his mouth because they're sensitive and a sure-fire way to get your head to tilt back, mouth to open in a silent gasp, and for your eyes to screw shut - juuuuust slightly. and when you're riding him, his hands don't know how to be anywhere else except your ass; helping you raise and lower to his tempo. or, if you're doggy, his fingers are pressing with a bruising grip into your hips, mesmerized by the ripples his thrusts create over your ass, before giving a few hearty slaps. he'd soothe the sting after with soft caresses.

• his fingers - holy fuck, his fingers. y'all get this right? no? well, the years of playing guitar has made them slightly calloused but he knows what he's doing with his fingers when inside you. takes him only minutes to get you worked up into a panting, sweating mess; knees shaking, stomach curling, orgasm building. his fingers, man.

• Hellfire club obviously adoring you and never minding when you sit-in for campaigns. Eddie sometimes asks your opinions on certain characters or events he's planning, and when you hear your suggestions come out in play during an actual game, you can't help but lean in and kiss his cheek lightly. he knows you've noticed, and he lets his stomach fill with small butterflies over your approval.

• ah - approval. this boy lives for words of affirmations, it IS one of his love languages after all. he's very insecure about a lot but uses a macho bravado to fool the public into thinking he's aloof, uncaring. but boy - he has insecurities like a motherfucker. so, you never mind telling him, "oh, shit, Eddie! I didn't even think of that - you're so smart - thank you, baby!" when he gives you an idea for your college essay. or telling him how in love you are with him, reminding him you feel safe and complete; assuring him there's nobody you'd rather be with, or spend time with. and you bring up the future only in small tidbits, but enough for him to feel certain that while he's thinking of a future with you, you're thinking of one with him, too.

• he kills spiders for you, like a dream man should.

• you have anxiety, and Eddie knows how to help. he can read your body language like a pro, remember? so, he's usually in tune to when you feel anxious in any situation and does what he can to help alleviate that.

• he doesn't mind when your nervousness causes you to toy and fiddle with his rings. it could be in class, or in the hall, on a date; there's no real telling when it'll strike, so, he's happy to let you play with them. for any reason, if he has to leave (like separate classes or you have work) he'll easily slip a ring off and push it onto your finger. he'd playfully tell you, "don't lose that one, it's my favorite," because the rings DON'T fit you at all. but it's the gesture that counts and he knows that you'll keep the ring in your hand, or pocket, or on your finger to twirl around. when he sees you again, he kisses your forehead as you slid his ring back on and thank his quietly. "don't have to thank me, baby, I'm just here for whatever you may need, okay?"

• your parents love him because he easily charmed your mother and father. if he's coming over for a family dinner, he brings your mother flowers, too, and might even sit and watch a sports game with your father. sometimes, he might even show up with a 6-pack and when you open the door in confusion, your father's behind you, greeting, "ah, 'bout time you got here! c'mon, son, game's about to start!"

• "you're here to watch football with my Dad?"

• he'd grin, "what, you didn't think you were the only perk of us dating, huh?"

• he's a little shit - but you love him none the less.

• he'd even try to catch up on your father's favorite sports team statistics to help him in their conversations later. one time, he even got up at 3 am to watch a rerun of some game! just because he missed it on 'regular programming' and wanted to be able to keep up with your dad the next time he saw him.

• oh, shit, and don't get me started on him and your mother. those two are two peas in a pod! she some how manages to get him to help her bake or cook when he's over, despite it being like pulling teeth to get him to help you. truth is, he'd do anything for your parents because he'd do anything for you. and they're so welcoming that he forgets it's not a family dynamic he has, because your family makes him like he's apart of theirs.

• obviously, he teaches you to play guitar. you prefer the acoustic, but you can manage your way around his electric. you're not the greatest, but the look he gives you when you're trying - ugh! wow. major swoon alert.

• Eddie's only been in a handful of fights, and at least four of those have been because someone's made a backhanded comment about you. he's a big believer in the 'talk shit, get hit' mentality.

• as much as he adores your hair, he could die a happy man when you play with his. when you realize it's almost a sure-fire way to calm him down, you're using it every chance you get. your hand would casually smooth across his shoulder blades as you nestled into is side with an arm anchoring around your waist, before slowly, your hand would creep up to his neck and start to gently scrap your nails through his hairline. he was like putty a moment later, and whatever situation that had him all tense was in the back of his mind for your fingers to pull out completely.

• he loves it when he's talking and smiles, you're reaching up to gently poke at his dimples. it makes him blush every. single. time. not sure why, but he just does.

• Eddie kisses your nose. like a lot. it's stupid cute. but you melt for forehead kisses (who doesn't?).

• both of your favorite holiday being Halloween and naturally, finding couple costumes. he pretends it's tacky and overplayed but secretly adores it. it's like an unspoken statement to anyone with eyes that you are his.

• getting excited when you discover new music because you can't wait to introduce Eddie.

• he might not like every song, but he's always willing to listen to whatever you want. sometimes, when he's missing you, he'll pop one of your mixtapes into his stereo, and even if he said he didn't like them before, some of the songs become personal favorites because it reminds him of you.

• him getting you your own denim jacket so you match. then, on dates or random adventures, he'll start collecting pins or patches to stitch on your jacket. it sorta becomes a collage of your relationship. ow, my heart.

• after the events of S4, he finds it difficult to sleep and can only truly rest in your arms; where he tells you, he's the safest. not where he FEELS the safest, but he says it in a way that makes it all sound like a factual statement he read from a textbook. he IS safest in your arms, and he relishes in the feeling of being able to sleep without the fear of nightmares.

• small arguments over what to have for dinner, "we've had pizza, like, three times this week! choose something else, please!" or even what movie to watch for date night, "baby, it's been six weeks since we watch A New Hope, I think it's time, again."

• that nerd gets you into Star Wars and yeah, you might go all see the movies together in theater. ain't nothing wrong with that.

• you adorning his light mustache but finding his clean shaven face just as good.

• oh, yeah! and you're the reason he grew his hair out. in, like, 9th grade, you mentioned you thought long hair looked good on guys, and he spent 2 years trying to grow it out properly. he still pats himself on the back when he feels you grip onto his locks if you're in a particularly feral love-making session, or when you absentmindedly start playing with it, or at any point he feels you in his hair. yeah, good job, Eddie.

• any and every chance he gets, he's reminding you he loves you. grocery store? DMV? school? when you're trying to help a customer? he's there, with a silly grin on his face, "you're honestly so beautiful, man, how'd I get so lucky? God, I love you."

• your managers getting annoyed 'cause he hangs out at the counter without ever buying something. but they think young love is cute, so, they deal with it for the most part. sometimes he buys a candy bar to sate them, sometimes he just pulls a face before leaning over the counter to kiss you and be on his way - with a promise to pick you up.

• he smells ridiculously nice and started to pay close attention to it after your first date. you said he smelled nice and since then, he's made it his mission to afford the same bottle of cologne, just to hear those words from your lips again.

• he likes pulling you into his lap. he really, really just likes having you close.

• he loves scary movies 'cause it's an excuse to have you wrapped in his arms, like a koala. he'll insist that every date night in October has to do with something scary - or to that cute pumpkin patch you like to go to.

• actually, the polaroid Dustin takes of you two at the pumpkin patch (after whining to not be left behind) is the polaroid YOU keep in YOUR wallet all the time. the picture your mother took of you two at your senior prom is on your bedside table... the only school dance Eddie allowed himself to go to.

• he only went to prom (one time, in '84) because you made mention of possibly wanting to go - so, what did that nerd do? potentially the first ever prom-posal, where he spelled out the word 'PROM?' with rose petals in your bedroom.

• luckily your parents weren't home yet because you ended up fucking on the rose petals.

• and when things are REALLY serious, he wants you to tattoo a lil something on him. he trusts you with everything in him, and insists he wants "a part of you" with him always. something he can't lose. something permanent - "permanent, like my love for you, baby."

• all in all, Eddie Munson is the ideal (perfect) boyfriend and my mind will not be changed - thank yeeeewwww.

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y/nfan00 you finally back??

y/nfan98 y/n posting on Instagram? everybody stay calm!

y/nfan88 don’t you dare leave us again by posting a photo than never posting again like you did six months ago… it was very quiet without you on this app 😭

yourinstagram sorry!!! social media and I have a very complicated relationship. right now we are on good terms lmao 

maikamonroe damn!! date me instead 💋

yourinstagram bet!! let’s ditch the joes ;)

jospehfan21 Y/N YOU ONE LUCKY WOMAN!

josephfan00 I need to know her thoughts on the ending of season four like asap

yourinstagram I cried… like a lot! wouldn’t let my boy go all day! 😭

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sadiesink_ cutie 🥰

yourinstagram angel 🥺

y/nfan998 that’s my mother y’all

stfan12 am I the only one who just found out that she’s dating Joseph Quinn?

josephfan10 not really, I know they’ve been dating for almost two years but they are also very private when it comes to their relationship

josephquinn 😍♥️

y/nfan09 I have to know if Joseph typed this out or if whoever is running his account did for him 😭

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gatenm123 what a good day…. kinda just minus filming that scene

strangerthingstv Dustin and Eddie, our hellfire members

josephfan98 if you know you know

netflix our fav duo

y/nfan87 still not over Eddie being gone

maya_hawke the calm before the storm

y/nfan23 duffer brothers you two better figure out a way to bring Eddie back

josephfan00 bring Eddie back challenge

stfan987 my comfort characters

josephfan12 in an alternative universe Eddie survived

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yourinstagram herby stating that I have a crush on Eddie Munson

josephfan200 don’t we all! plus ms.girl you are winning, you are legit dating him

yourinstagram also miss you please come home 🥺

y/nfan987 wait stop this is so cute! i forgot joseph is still doing some press for stranger things 😭

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y/nfan009 MY ACTUAL PARENTS

josephfan123 everyone say thank you y/n for giving us more content ☺️

madelame you two are just the definition of cuties

stfans92 a cutie right before my eyes

gatenm123 disgustingly adorable

y/nfan76 she’s reunited with the love of her life 🥹

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nattyiceoffcial adorable <33

maikamonroe you two >>> anyone else

y/nfan65 Joseph you one lucky guy

josephfan04 these two are the definition of couple goals… well in my eyes they are

bowerjamie oh hey handsome, long time no see

y/nfan54 she’s never been this happy before so seeing her happy with Joseph makes me smile

josephquinn missed you more than you could ever imagine 🤍

bowerjamie it’s true y/n , he really did

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A lil apocalypse au or well… potentially season 5! As a treat. May draw more designs for the others but I’ve been seeing more and more of designs for season 5 and I wanted to hop in

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Quick thought:

Eddie Munson is the type of friend/boyfriend that literally goes blank in the face, before promptly jumping at you and shrieking some kind of absurd noise — just to get a rise (or a smile/reaction) out of you.

Bonus: if your books and papers, or whatever you’re holding fly out of your hands — he’s satisfied. He does help pick them up, of course.

[delicate-luv]

The Duffer Brothers when they created Eddie Munson:

[adelacreations]

Steve shook the offered hand cautiously, not sure what to expect, exactly. "You, uh…don't really seem like a Duke. Unless this is your castle...?"

The man- Eddie- threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, don't let the lady of the house hear you say that, or your chances of making it out of here with your little nugget safe and sound are gonna go from slim to none-whoa, hey now-!"

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hi, i just want to say i LOVED you joseph quinn fic you posted and i wanted to know if you’d be willing to write another one 👀 maybe something with famous!reader/costar!reader?

PRETTY WOMAN. + JOSEPH QUINN

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[ ❥ ] pairing. joseph quinn x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 800+

[ ❥ ] genre & warnings. literally just fluff, actor!reader, Joseph simping, one sided pining, clueless reader series masterlist.

Joseph and you didn't really have much screen time together.

During the production of the newer season, your characters happened to have enough time to at least introduce yourselves and know of each other's existence.

It seemed like you two never really got to have your own chat outside of the group. Joseph almost admitted to swooning over you after the small interview you did with everyone from the older cast.

Twitter was quick to clip the way that he would sneak glances at you from the side, the way he would copy the form of your glossed lips formed into a smile.

It was always contagious for him, how he would always find some way to make you laugh with his jokes, always seeking your approval. It seemed like the entire internet knew that Joseph was pinning after you before you did. 

You thought he was just being British? You weren't the smartest when it came to the cryptic parts of other people's emotions, struggling to understand even your own.

It seemed to be just a long drawn-out game of "when will Joseph have the balls to tell you" that everyone was clued in on all the exact details for you. 

Sure, you saw the edits and the fanpages, but you also had been shipped with Joe Keery during the second season of the show. Just being used to fans shipping you with all of your co-stars at the time, you didn't think much of it, knowing that any male friend that you had would always lead to people thinking that you were romantically interested in them.

But that didn't stop Joseph from clinging onto you the best that he could, feeding the fanpages all the content that they could get from the paparazzi pictures of you two hanging out together. It wasn't the first time the public eye had fallen into a craze seeing Joseph lingering on you so closely.

During production, he would always find himself floating towards you, even without realizing it. It seemed like Joseph was always sort of seeking you out.

Navigating through the dressing rooms and sets just to venture into rooms on set that he didn't even know existed, you were always hanging out with some of the crew members, finding comfort in only a small number of people.

Joseph figured pretty early that you weren't much of a people person; even during interviews, your answers would be pretty brief and blunt.

Your personality came off as shy to others, but to him you were just a woman of few words, and God how much he begged to hear every single one, which was the reason why he would often take the twists and turns of the building's hallways just to see you in particular in your natural element.

He kind of feels like shit, almost forcing himself into your conversations, wiggling himself into your life. The last thing he ever wanted to come off as was some creep with a school girl-like crush on you, constantly swooning after every step, making you uncomfortable.

He’d end up awkwardly laughing at some joke that he couldn't quickly hear but wanted to not feel left out.

His own self-awareness was starting to eat him whole, using his script as an excuse to get rid of his fidgeting, flipping through some of the scenes like he hadn't studied his own and your lines like the back of his hand.

His eyes flickered back and forth, with only slight glazes in your direction, mostly while you were speaking.

It would be something he would do for a while, his mouth opening, trying to say something, anything, but always getting nervous and backing out to the point where other cast members would notice.

However, it's not his fault that he's so intimidated by your natural beauty, the way your dark two-toned lips formed words, or how even when you were purposefully covered in dirt and gore makeup, you always seemed to look so stunning to him. It's slowly becoming more and more embarrassing for him to just sit there and do nothing but look at you all day.

Joseph was just certain that you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever had the pleasure of working with, which already puts you completely out of his league.

And yet there you were going over your script, sitting off to the side away from anyone else in your own little world. Joseph couldn't help but smile as he watched you act out a scene almost fully with just your facial features, like you were imagining the scene all in your head. He applauded your imagination.

What Joseph doesn't expect is for your eyes to suddenly lock onto his. His posture stiffening by the millisecond, watching your shoulder roll back as your face goes blank. chill running down his spine as you stand up and walk over to him.

“Wanna go over a few scenes together?”

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Living After Midnight (Eddie Munson X F!Reader)

Pairing - Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary - Late night cuddles with Eddie before having to leave

Word count - 1992

Warnings - None, literally pure fluff with just a hint of bitter sweetness

A/N - Soooooo this is weird but hope yall enjoy this

“You kiss me like its everything to you.” She almost had to forcefully pull him away from her with how tight he was holding her. Her words were soft in the dark room, the window to his trailer bedroom was wide open and the sweet late night spring air was slowly coming through the window. The sun had just set, and the dark night sky was slowly pulling its cover over Hawkins.

In Eddie’s bedroom the two of them laid tangled in each other's limbs completely indulged in each other. Laying on his back, his arms were wrapped around her, pulling her closer towards him. Whilst her hands were tangled in the soft mess of his brown curls, gently letting the hair run between her fingers.

Eddie smiled and placed a chaste kiss to her jaw. “You say it like its not.” Eddie pulled away slightly so he could fully look at her. Her hair was tangled in front of her face, barely letting her flushed cheeks peek out and her eyes were gently glinting in the dim evening light.

However, Eddie could not stop looking at her lips, swollen from what seemed like hours spent laying in his bed together. He reached up a hand to brush some of the stray hairs out of her face, cupping her cheek gently with his palm so he could fully admire her, and she could feel the rough pads of his fingers against her smooth skin.

He just couldn’t help but smile as he looked at her, having her in his room, never mind his arms, felt like a far fetched dream not that long ago. “Maybe it is.” She whispered.

In that moment nothing else mattered, it was just the two of them, hiding away in the space they had carved out for themselves in a small town that sometimes felt suffocating. Nothing else mattered but the two of them.

“It is.” Eddie confirmed, sighing happily as he laid there admiring her for a second. “You are everything.” And with that he leaned back in and captured her lips with his, tasting the sweet tang of her chap stick on his tongue.

The moments they shared like this were the moments few and far in between where it felt as if they could both finally breathe. With no pressure to be who everyone else had boxed them in to be. They could just be themselves with each other.

“Tell me you love me.” Eddie mumbled into their shared kiss, his words were slow and dragged out. “I love you.” She responded in between kisses. Eddie’s arms settled back around her waist, pulling her closer and into a sitting position, letting her legs rest on either side of his lap, but he was careful to not let their lips separate.

Her hands lay flush against his chest, feeling each breath he took, the soft material of his shirt running beneath her fingers as she explored more of him. Even though this was far from the first time they had found themselves in a situation such a this, every time she kissed Eddie it felt new, exciting. Every time she was allowed to explore him a little bit further, she found something new to adore about him. No two kisses were ever the same and it thrilled her.

“Do you have to go?” Eddie asked her, his voice was low and quiet, because he knew what the answer would be. She grabbed onto his arm and read the watch strapped to his wrist. “Fifteen minutes.” She sighed and could see the disappointment in his big brown eyes. Its not like she wanted to go, more than anything she wished to stay here with him forever.

But reality was always bound to hit them eventually, even in their little bubble hidden away from the rest of the world. “Stay.” Eddie pleaded with her and kissed her again before she could respond, his grip on her waist tightening desperate not to let her go, his fingertips firmly digging into her soft skin. “Eds-“ the use of the nickname always made him perk up a little but, however, he was too preoccupied kissing her.

His lips leaving hers for a moment as he placed chaste, soft, open mouthed kisses against the underside of her jaw, inching further towards her neck. “Stay.” He whispered against her skin, and it made her break out in goosebumps. “Eddie.” The use of his full name made him pull away a couple of inches, hearing the seriousness in her tone. “I can’t.”

This is what their nights always concluded with, long drawn out goodbyes and kisses that echoed of future longing and needing to savour the feeling until the next time they found themselves like this. With giggly conversations of Eddie offering to drive her back home, knowing she would decline like always. Her bike was sitting locked up outside waiting to take her home, and away from him. Eddie wanted to burn that bike.

Hopefully with school letting out for spring break soon, sneaking around wouldn’t be so difficult, they would have more time to stay just like this, to spend days and nights together.

But for now, reality was that she had parents who would be checking her room at home, and they both had classes in the early hours of the next morning. And she was not about to let Eddie stay in high school as she graduated.

Eddie's back was pushed up against the wall, his hair was messy and tangled from hours of her playing with it and his cheeks were slightly flushed. He looked so peaceful like this, she thought, one of the few moments where his mind seemed to be completely still and he could just be there in the moment with her then and there.

She could have sat there and examined his face for hours, admiring every detail and part of him. Reaching up her hand, she rested it against the side of his face, her thumb attempting to smooth out one of his eyebrows. Eddie placed his hand over hers, holding it tight to his face and nuzzling into her palm, and she couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

It was puzzling, just how different he could be, how he could stand on the tables in the cafeteria just to loudly and proudly declare the jocks to be assholes, and how now in the dark corner of the world they’d mad, he was quiet and calm. She struggled to find the words to rationalise it, and he did too.

When they were together there was no need to live up to the labels the rest of the school and Hawkins had given them, he didn’t have to be Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, the seemingly fearless leader of the Hellfire Club, the school's very own D&D group. And she didn’t have to be Jason Carver's younger twin sister, the supposed golden child of Hawkins High.

Which is why the devastating blow of leaving always brought fourth that pit of dread in her stomach. Leaving meant she would be leaving a piece of herself safely tucked away in Eddie Munson’s disorganised bedroom, in the little trailer park off Curley.

“One day.” Eddie said, and she knew he could tell what she was thinking. It wasn’t like they had never talked about it, it was always there nagging in the back of the minds of both of them. She nodded in response and looked into his eyes. “One day.” She whispered back.

Eddie pressed another couple of kisses to her lips, making her giggle. “There is that smile I like to see.” She rested her head against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him. Eddie always smelled like a little bit of weed and old spice. He swore that old spice was the best way to cover up the smell of weed, the verdict on the theory was still out according to her.

“Need me to drive you home?” Which only made her laugh more, she didn’t have to answer, he already knew. But at this point it was tradition for him to ask. She could feel his hands moving into her hair, his strong rough fingers so delicately running through her soft hair as he cradled her head against his chest. “I love you pretty girl.” He said into the room, not just to her, he said it like it was a declaration, and she nuzzled her face into his shirt, desperate to be close to him.

“I love you too.” She mumbled from where she was sitting, and Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Ready to go?” Eddie moved his hands to move her head, forcing her to look at him. She only closed her eyes and shook her head in response. “I know sweetheart, I know.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper as they sat there.

And for a moment they just allowed themselves to sit there in comfortable silence, soaking up the last bit of each other’s company before she inevitably had to leave. She didn’t even have to say anything, she just started moving and he followed her off his bed, his hands still finding some way to be in contact with her, on her hip, on her shoulder, laced with her fingers.

He was desperate to hang onto her for as long as he possibly could, until the very last second, he would not be letting her go, clinging to her as if she was his only lifeline. And maybe she actually was.

Eddie reached for a discarded sweatshirt which had been hanging over the back of his chair. Guiding her arms over her head and helping her pull it on, before pushing her loose hair away from her face and pressing his lips against her forehead in a lingering kiss. “I can’t have you getting cold.” He whispered against her skin.

“And besides, now you have something that smells like me.” Eddie laughed, disregarding the heap of his clothes which he knew had found their way into her bedroom over the past few months.

He held her hand all the way out the front door, lacing their fingers together and rubbing gentle circles onto the back of her hand. “And you’re sure you’ll be fine going home? You know I don’t mind driving right?” He asked for what felt like the millionth time, but he couldn’t help but be slightly protective, and it wasn’t like she minded it either.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, especially now that I have this to protect me.” She said referencing the sweatshirt, and Eddie couldn’t help but smile. “Your own personal good luck charm.” He concurred.

Walking outside she was immediately happy she had accepted his sweatshirt; the early summer air had shifted and the temperature had dripped just enough to make her feel a slight chill. But his hoodie was big enough on her that the sleeves almost reached to her fingertips.

Quickly unlocking her bike, and pulling on her helmet they had finally arrived at the worst point of the night, when she was actually leaving. Eddie pressed another kiss to her lips, cupping her face in his hands. If it was going to be the last kiss of the night, he was going to make it count. And she couldn’t help but feel the same way.

Her hands looped around the back of his neck and pulled him as close as she could while wearing a helmet, which made them both laugh into the shared kiss. “Be safe, ok?” He told her and she hummed and nodded in response, taking one last look into his dark chocolate brown eyes, and smiling.

“Good night.” She smiled at him as she got on her bike and adjusted her helmet. “Sweet dreams princess.” Eddie said with a final kiss to her lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Huzzahh and there it is my return to posting fanfic, please tell me how I did and maybe idk I might post more so throw me a follow or ask to be on the tag list? idk?

This is the weirdest thing I’ve done all year seriously who expected my return to tumblr to happen?

CREDITS TO Z FOR THE FIC NAME SHE SAVED MY BUTT

What can I say I’m just in love with this man