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Eddie Munson Fic Recommendations Pt.2

Some more of my favorite Eddie fics:)

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Smut

youre being mean ~ summary: After a disappointing hookup, Y/n develops a crush on Eddie when she can't stop thinking about what he'd be like in bed instead, wondering if he's as rough around the edges as everyone says he is. 3.1k words. written by @pxrxcxa

why are you so mean ~ summary: pt. 2 to "youre being mean" After getting a little taste of why Eddie Munson has such a bad reputation, y/n can't help herself (and hates herself for it) when she goes back for more. 4k words. written by @pxrxcxa

whats he like? ~ summary: stepbrother!eddie x stepsister!reader. not everyone cup of tea butttt. 3.2k words. written by @cityofstqrs

its his game ~ pt.2 to "whats he like" 6.2k words. written by @cityofstqrs

innocent act ~ summary: after your car breaks down, Eddie offers to fix it, finding the perfect evidence to destroy that little good girl act you have going. eddie is your 30 year old neighbor, if youre not into age gaps, this one isnt for you. 3k words. written by @lightvixxen

pretty hot ~ summary: You want the lead guitarist of the new band playing The Hideout, and he wants you too. written by @munsonsbabygirl

teenage dirtbag ~ summary: you and your boyfriend finish your record store date late at night. The van doors are open, Iron Maiden is playing, and the empty schools parking lot is in view. and thank goodness it’s empty. 10k words. written by @sinnerlillith

stake my claim ~ summary: you and eddie have been broken up for a couple months, you both mutually feeling like you were toxic for each other. one night you go to his show and he gets jealous watching you dance with a boy. broken up or not, eddie needed to remind you he owns you. written by @hotforeddie

wear it again ~ summary: you dress as a d&d elf for halloween and never make it to the party. written by @xleeleeboox

sex on fire ~ summary: eddie wears a crop top to perform with corroded coffin. 2.1k words. written by @buckspumpkin

has he ever fucked you like this? ~ summary: after seeing your boyfriend all over another girl, you get revenge with eddie. 3.4k words. written by @summerlove-r

being eddies favorite groupie ~ written by @creelteeth

shes trouble ~ summary: Tired of trailing behind, feeling like you don’t matter much, you decide that 86’ isn’t only going to be your bestfriend’s year. 16k words. written by @wroteclassicaly

fake it: written by @fan-fantasies

cum stained hoodie ~ summary: eddie comes to your house and sees you wearing your ex's hoodie. written by @billys-bitchh

of incense and intimacy ~ summary: Your roommate's recreational habits tend to wreak havoc on your anxious sensitivities, so you burn a little incense with him to help you both relax. Maybe choosing a scent called "love spell" wasn't the best idea.... 3.5k words. written by @muertawrites

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Fluff, Maybe some angst to fluff

just the way the world works ~ summary: Eddie is the type of boyfriend who will do absolutely everything for you in order to make you happy. But he's also a little shit who can't get enough of you. 5.5k words. written by @faefictions

jealousy, jealousy ~ summary: you were a part of hellfire long before your brother and his friends got to high school, yet they fit right into the club while you get pushed aside. 6.4k words. written by @theoreticslut

because of you ~ summary: Eddie goes to a basketball game just to spend time with you but his plans get ruined after a guy on the court shows interest in you. 1k words. written by @angstsupremacy

new years eve ~ summary: new years eve party, wanting to kiss eddie. two idiots in love. written by @theseuscmander

like the movies ~ summary: Eddie is your best friend and he reluctantly asks you to prom because you want to go. He is nervous getting ready and almost cancels. However, he takes you and fulfills your lifelong dream of going to prom. Friends to lovers once he finally admits his feelings while you share a dance. 1.6k words. written by @runningmunson

the bet ~ summary: After making a bet with your best friend Robin to finally tell your crushes you like them, a party at Steve's seemingly a great time to do it, the night ends with more than you were expecting. 3.6k words. written by @smutson

beach day ~ summary: Reader takes Eddie to the beach for the first time in his life. written by @marymunsonloves

love drunk ~ summary:  Eddie is determined to take you to a nice, expensive dinner. But you have a sinking suspicion that he's trying prove that he's worthy of your love. 4.7k words. written by @retrobutterflies

payphone graffiti ~ summary: eddie shows up at your window asking if you'd like to accompany him on a trip. 8.5k words. written by @hannuhbee

glowy stars ~ summary: eddie's upset that you're upset about not seeing a certain constellation. he tries to make you happier. written by @hannuhbee

domestic bliss ~ summary: Eddie keeps you company during your nightly skincare routine, and it leads to the most domestically intimate moment that you've ever shared with him. written by @ddejavvu

im gonna kill wheeler ~ summary: eddie is walking on eggshells trying to keep you comfortable and happy, but your nine months pregnant and huge, so it’s not easy. written by @rainylana

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if you guys have any fics that you really like, comment them on this post!! im ALWAYS looking for good fics to read!!

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Small Things - e.m.

coworker!Eddie Munson x Reader

‖  summary: Insomnia is a bitch and has been really torturing you recently, but your coworker Eddie thinks he might be able to help you get some sleep (wholesomely).

‖  notes: just pure fluff, comfort to undescribed hurt. gender neutral reader, only reference is sitting down to pee (lol). Eddie refers to reader as sweetheart, no y/n. discussions of insomnia, nightmares, various trouble sleeping. sharing a bed :) i was once again possessed by a spirit that demanded Eddie softness. and i am helpless to fight against such a call. the title is based on the song Small Things by Ben Howard. hope you like it!

‖  word count: 3.8k

‖  cross posted on ao3

Another sunrise. The deep maroons that melted into rich oranges and peaks of yellow. Moments of warmth and gold that glowed in the dawn of a new day before fading into the palest and lightest of blues. Mists of grey fog that clouded the streets like ghosts until the sun mercifully put them to rest.

You'd watched too many sunrises recently. Perched by your window, curled up in comfortable layers to fight the chill in the January air, you sat and watched with bleary eyes as a new day began all too soon. It felt like some kind of weird torture to see the world come to life with the sun after hours of oppressive dark and silence. To hear birds begin to chirp, the distant murmur of cars start to kick up, children laughing and talking excitedly as they walked past to reach the bus stop. Feeling entirely unable to do anything else, you watched as the world awoke with a bitter resentment.

By the time you stumbled into the record store that afternoon, you were too bone tired to even hold on to the jealousy of the people around you who slept well. Getting dressed and ready to the bare minimum and inhaling some food was all you could manage before heading to work. You'd been exhausted when you came in to work yesterday too, but another sleepless night between now and then had you an absolute husk of yourself.

"Damn, you look like shit," your coworker, Eddie, said the moment he saw you. There was a grimace on his face and what almost looked like an inch of concern.

"Thanks Munson," you deadpanned back as you threw your bag haphazardly under the counter and stepped up to clock in, "it's nice to see you too."

You and Eddie were friends. Not close by any means, but you worked the afternoon shift together more often than not and spending that much time with someone leads to a certain level of familiarity. Picking up bits and pieces of each other from passing comments and mannerisms, filling silences with stories and conversations about nothing. Friends.

No matter how much he made you laugh and look forward to coming in to work, and no matter how pretty he looked when he had his messy hair pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck.

"I'm not kidding, are you sure you're feeling alright?" He stepped up next to your right side, ducked his head down with narrowed eyes to get a better look at you. You pushed his face away with a palm on his forehead and focused on trying to read through the notes from the morning shift. You knew for a fact Eddie hadn't read it and was just waiting for you to show up and tell him what to do.

"I'm fine. But have you even done any of this?" It came out with more bite than you meant it too, your patience paper thin. "Seriously, you've been here for 2 hours already and you were just what? Doing nothing?"

When your head quickly turned on him, he flinched back, big, brown eyes wide and slow blinking in surprise. You immediately slumped, bringing your hands up to rub roughly at your face as you sighed in regret and frustration. Attempting to bridge the gap he'd very quickly put between the two of you, you tried to soften. "I'm sorry, forget I said that. Let's just… Get to work. Okay?"

Although still hesitant, looking like he was battling between worry and caution, he agreed. "Yeah, sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say."

Grateful for his cooperation, you went through the list and divided up tasks as normal. Set yourself into the familiar role of work, turned on the autopilot. Eddie didn't put up any fight when you told him what you wanted him to do, even sucking up the complaints he normally gave about certain repetitive tasks. When the two of you broke apart to get started, you noticed him over by the record player that was connected to the store's shitty speaker system. He wordlessly swapped the vinyl that wasn't even finished playing and placed in another – one that was way more your taste than his.

Choosing not to think too much about it, you turned off your brain and started organizing.

The next time Eddie spoke to you was almost two hours later. An extended silence like that was nowhere near the norm, he would spend the entire shift talking without a second thought if you let him and you liked that about him. It made the time pass quickly; he had a nice voice and a certain way of speaking and telling stories that drew you in and made you want more. While the silence today had felt empty, you were grateful for it. You didn't have the energy to try to keep up with his enthusiasm right now.

"Sooooo," Eddie began casually when you both found yourselves behind the counter again, "are you gonna tell me what's wrong? Or are we just going to awkwardly not talk for the rest of the day?"

Taking a deep breath to remain calm, you replied, "Nothing's wrong."

"Oh, so we're lying. That's cool." He hopped up to sit on the counter, the rips in his jeans at the knee widening further as he swung his feet. "As long as we’re doing that, I've been wanting to let you know that I'm actually undercover for the government and we'd like to recruit you to be the next President of Space."

You couldn't stop the amused snort that left you, the small smile that came to your face. Tried to ignore how easy it was for him to make you laugh even when you were downright miserable. "You lost me at working for the government.”

He snapped his fingers in a dramatic swing of his wrist, folding his arms over his chest in an exaggerated pout after. “Knew that anti-establishment vibe I gave off would come back to bite me eventually.” When you didn’t respond again beyond shaking your head at his antics, he seemed to quiet down. “But really, you look like you’re dead on your feet. Got me a little worried, is all.”

Meeting his eyes for the first time, you noted the earnest glow in them. He was genuinely worried about you and you couldn’t help but listen to that nagging voice in your head that told you to make it smaller, ease his mind. “Just haven’t been sleeping well. No big deal,” you shrugged your shoulders, averting eye contact as you blew his concern off.

“When’s the last time you slept?”

He asked so easily, like it wasn’t a question that dug too deep, like it didn’t threaten to make your eyes water. You weren’t used to it – being cared for, someone worrying. Someone noticing. It felt strange, uncomfortable, unsafe.

But when you looked in his eyes again, you felt yourself crumble instantly. You’d always been weak when it came to him and now would prove to be no exception.

“Almost 3 days ago,” you admitted quietly. Tried to keep a strong facade, remain unaffected as his face fell. He rubbed at the stubble on his jaw as the muscle there rolled with tension.

“Just can’t fall asleep?” He asked, voice kind and gentle. Non-judgmental. “Or nightmares?”

“Both.”

Looking a bit unsure at continuing to poke, to ask for more, he hesitated before adding, “Is it the quiet?”

When your only response was to press your lips tight together, feeling embarrassed to acknowledge that truth, he began to slowly nod his head. Almost like he was coming to some sort of understanding. “If… If you want to come over to my place after work, I think I can help.”

“Eddie…” Your voice trailed off, trying to fight the butterflies in the pit of your stomach when your mind went straight to the gutter. “If this is some kind of ploy to get in my pants, I’m really not-”

“No!” He interrupted loudly, surprising both himself and you, before he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Nothing like that, no funny business. Scouts honor.” And he held up under your inspection as you studied him, checking for sincerity. In a show of good faith, he used the tip of his finger to draw an ‘X’ over his heart, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile as he did so.

Weak, exhausted, desperate for rest, you had little fight left to give. “You really think it’ll help?” All he did was nod confidently, not offering anything further. Reluctant to accept his help but at the end of your rope, you agreed. After work, you would get in your car and follow him back to his place.

And the rest of the shift proceeded as close to normal as it could. The two of you weaved around each other as you prepared the store for the weekend rush, ordered takeout to eat during your breaks, and ran through the motions of closing up the store as you had 100 times before. When the door was locked behind you, both of you standing outside in the cold night air, you hesitated. And he noticed immediately. “Do you trust me?”

Not expecting the question, you blinked owlishly at him, pulling your jacket in tight as a shiver ran down your spine. “Yeah,” you said honestly, “yeah, I do.”

His keys spun around his fingers, clanking together with themselves and the silver of his rings as it made contact with his palm. A disarming smile directed toward you and he was waving you to follow. “Then come on.”

The drive to his house on the edge of town was longer than you thought it would be. Honestly, you had no idea where he lived before now. He’d mentioned before that he used to live at the trailer park in Forest Hills but hadn’t explained what happened to get here. He pulled into the grass beside the modest house, half hidden in trees, and you parked your car behind his van. “Home sweet home,” he said with a grin as you exited your car, gesturing to the quiet and dark house.

“Do you live here alone?” You asked, falling into step with him as he led you up the small stairs to the porch.

“No, with my Uncle Wayne.” The screen door squeaked loudly as he pulled it open, his too-full keychain making a mess of noise as he unlocked the front door. “We used to live in a trailer on the other side of town, I think I’ve mentioned that before?” When he looked at you for confirmation, you nodded and followed him inside, the screen door slamming shut behind you. “After the earthquakes, our trailer basically didn’t exist. One of many casualties, I guess. I’m just glad neither of us were home when it happened.” He flipped on a warm toned lamp in the living room, giving a bit of light to the space. It was pretty barren – a new looking leather couch, a TV on a homemade stand, a few newspapers and magazines laid out on the glass coffee table. “Somehow we lucked out getting some big government pay out for the damages and bought this little house. Just a living room, kitchen, bathroom, 2 tiny bedrooms. It’s small, but it’s ours.” You paused your study of the room to turn to where Eddie had walked off to and spotted him bent at the waist in front of the open fridge, arms spread wide.

“I like it,” you offered, feeling out of place in his home.

“It’s alright,” he agreed, although it came out in a happy sigh. “Haven’t had much money to decorate since we had to replace pretty much everything we owned… So it’s a bit plain.” His eyes crinkled in a wince as he tilted his head toward you. “Do you want something to drink? I’ve got water or soda or some lemonade?”

Taking a few cautious steps toward him, you gave him a grateful smile. “A water would be great, thank you.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart. Coming right up.” And if you hadn’t been so sleep deprived, been so sure you were making things up, you could’ve sworn he blushed a bit as he turned away. You watched as he moved around his kitchen in total ease. As if there wasn’t a borderline stranger in his home. It didn’t seem to bother him at all as he poured himself a glass of lemonade and presented you with some water. You thanked him, taking a small sip as you clutched the chilled glass between your hands. “Let me give you the grand tour,” he said with a slight bow, gesturing for you to continue further into his home.

While he was right about it not being very decorated, there were still signs of life everywhere. A flannel overshirt laid over the back of the couch, a partially filled ashtray on top of a magazine, a pair of work boots kicked off in the corner. There were used towels in the bathroom, a cup with 2 toothbrushes on the sink, a broken up bar of soap on the edge of the tub. Wayne’s door was mostly closed and you wanted to respect his boundaries, but could just barely see the corner of a hastily made bed, a pair of fluffy slippers on the floor. And you should've expected that out of the whole house, the most personality was definitely in Eddie’s room.

Your attention first caught on a deep maroon electric guitar displayed in the corner, a tiny amp tucked behind it. It looked well loved and cared for. There were pieces of paper stuck to the walls here and there – blank sheets with sketches of what looked like fantasy creatures on them, lined pages torn from a notebook covered in scribbles of writing. A few photos placed up with thumbtacks, a small bookshelf crowded with paperbacks and vinyl records. There was a dresser to make up for the lack of a closet and a record player sat on top, one you recognized as a model you sold in the store. There was a pile of clothes between the dresser and his guitar, a missing sock beside his bed, some sneakers sticking out from under it. The bed was unmade with cream colored sheets that didn’t look dirty, but had definitely been slept on once or twice. It felt warm and cozy and it smelled like Eddie. Since when do you recognize what Eddie smells like?

“It’s not much,” he commented when the silence stretched too long for his comfort, walking around you to kick the discarded sock out of sight. “At least, not compared to my old room. But it’ll be covered in posters and other bullshit again soon.” You nodded numbly, eyes still scanning and consuming what he offered. You didn’t really know what to say, just allowed him to fill the silence to his contentment. Taking a few steps further into the room, you set your glass down on the stool that acted as his bedside table, wiping the cold condensation off on your pants. His eyes tracked the motion and seemed to come to some realization, taking one long legged step over to his dresser and beginning to dig through drawers.

A few moments later he was holding a bundle of black and grey out to you. “What’s this?” You asked, taking it from his hands on instinct.

“Just a tshirt and a pair of sweatpants. Probably wouldn’t have much luck sleeping in your jeans.” You looked down at the fabric in your hands with wide eyes and then back up at him. “You can, uh, go change in the bathroom if you want?”

Feeling confident enough to ask now, you hesitated. “What exactly am I doing here?”

“I’ll explain after you change, okay? It’s nothing weird and I won’t make you do anything you aren’t comfortable doing.” He looked resolute in that fact, absolutely serious in his claim. It helped settle your nerves a bit as you toed off your sneakers by the wall and then turned back toward the bathroom across the hall.

Slowly, meticulously, you took off your own clothes and folded them into a small pile on the counter. You pulled on what Eddie had given you, unable to stop yourself from inhaling the woody and herbal scent of him. Because of how concentrated it was on his clothes, it overwhelmed you, sending your tired brain spinning. Trying to settle yourself, you put the toilet seat down to pee, took your time washing your hands, and then pressed a bit of warm water to your face. By the time you were collecting your clothes and padding back across the hall in your socks, there was soft instrumentals coming from the record player on Eddie’s dresser and he had also changed into something more comfortable; a pair of red and black flannel pants and a grey crewneck that had faded red lettering spelling out ‘Coca-Cola’ on it. He was barefoot, hair still in the same bun as before, bent slightly forward as he thumbed through his bookshelf. As if sensing your arrival, he straightened up and turned toward you, his lips stretching into a toothy smile as he took you in.

“My clothes suit you,” he said, a bit smug and teasing. You rolled your eyes, hoped to god you didn’t blush visibly. As you crossed over to set your clothes over by your shoes, his eyebrows pinched together in concern. “I forgot how cold it is, do you think you’ll be alright? I can pull out another sweatshirt if you need it.”

“I’m fine for now,” you rushed to placate, still feeling plenty warm in the heated walls of the small house. “If I get cold, I’ll let you know.”

His smile returned, this one almost sickly sweet. “Sounds good to me.” He adjusted back toward the bookshelf, eyes scanning rapidly back and forth for a few moments before he grabbed one of the well-worn novels between his fingertips and pulled it out. “So, here’s the plan,” he said, coming back around to sit on the edge of the bed facing where you remained in the doorway. “You’re going to lay down and try to sleep, and I’m gonna sit next to you and read.”

You tilted your head to the side, unable to hide your confusion. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.” He confirmed, giving his bed a little tap to invite you over.

Still unsure, you crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, some safe space remaining between the two of you. “I don’t understand, how would that help me?”

Restless hands tapped against the paper cover of the novel in his hands, The Sword and the Stone by T.H. White, as he appeared to collect his thoughts. “After the earthquakes,” he began, taking a pause to clear his throat as his voice caught, “I struggled to sleep for a real long time. Nightmares, insomnia, waking up in the middle of the night, the whole thing.” His tone was soft, vulnerable, almost a bit embarrassed as he explained. “I tried alcohol, weed, sex, working out, going for walks, almost everything and nothing helped. After a really rough night, I was just laying on the couch when Wayne came home from work. We didn’t say much, and he just started to cook some food for himself before he went to bed.” A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, obviously appreciating the memory. “I don’t really know for sure what did it, but something about just listening to him do something, just having someone else around put me right to sleep. And I thought maybe it was a fluke, I’d just passed out from exhaustion and it was a coincidence. But it happened again and again. Whether he was thumbing through the newspaper, cooking, reading, whittling at a stick, anything quiet really. As long as he was there, I could get to sleep.”

“So,” he nudged his elbow into your arm, bringing your eyes to meet his, “I’m going to sit here and read next to you and you’re gonna get some sleep.”

It still didn’t make much sense to you, couldn’t get your tired brain to pick up the threads on why that would be so. But you were desperate at this point, just wanting to be able to close your eyes and find some peace. As your fingers curled in the hem of your shirt, his shirt, you softly asked, “You really think it’ll work?”

“I figure it’s worth a shot, sweetheart.”

And then you were nodding, and he was giving you that look to check if you were serious, if you were comfortable, and then he was shifting up on the bed. It was full size, so just barely enough for the two of you to be side by side and not really be touching. He sat up, leaning back against the headboard and motioned for you to lay down next to him. You did so carefully, pulling the heavy quilt and top sheet over you as you settled on your back next to him, hands resting on your stomach and eyes on the ceiling as you tried to ignore your discomfort.

As soon as you stopped moving, he adjusted himself a bit, balancing the book using his knee and one hand, the other arm draping itself over the pillow your head rested on. You held your breath as his fingertips pressed into your hair, immediately moving into soothing circles on your scalp. As much as you wanted to feel weird about the intimate touch, it had you melting into his sheets, your held breath releasing in a shaky exhale.

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly, looking down at you in a way that was just filled with softness. Already fighting the heavy feeling in your eyes, you nodded, drawing the blanket up further around you. He smiled, his thumb stroking across your hairline for a moment before he went back to the gentle circles from before. “Now, try and get some sleep. I’ll be right here.”

And you didn’t know if it was the placebo effect from him telling you it worked for him, the confirmation that he was watching over you, the soft sounds of his deep breathing and the gentle turn of pages, the warmth and smell of him being nearby, or the way he mindlessly drew patterns into your skin, but you were fading fast. “Hey Eddie?” You said in a whisper after a few minutes of peace.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He replied just as softly.

“Thank you.”

He hummed a deep baritone of acknowledgement as your breathing began to slow, to draw deeper. “Sleep well.”

And you did. All the way through the night without a single dream.

thanks for reading!! please give it a reblog and leave a note if you liked it :)

tagging my muses: @blue-mossbird, @hauntingbastille, @fracturedarkness. @abibliophobiaa (i promise i will sleep at some point)

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[toomanybandstocare]

{Good Times Roll, The Cars}

Program: Eddie is the type of boyfriend who will do absolutely everything for you in order to make you happy. But he's also a little shit who can't get enough of you.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Couple of swears, Eddie oogles reader, cheeky bum grab, lil make out if you can even call it that, Pet name (dove)

Length: 1137w

Counselor Notes: I hiked St. Sauveur in Acadia! Eddie would definitely grab your bum when he gets comfy with you in a relationship, and I couldn't stop thinking about that. Pictures below :)

Patches of hot sunlight break through the tree canopy and bake the bed of sheetrock. A concerto of Chickadees features a Mourning Dove’s solo. Twigs snap from little critters dashing to their homes and underneath your stumbling feet.

“Are you sure this is the right way, Eddie?” you pant. Beads of sweat trail down your temple and trickle onto your tongue leaving a salty taste.

“Course I do! I told you that I would handle planning this vacation,” he calls back in confidence. Eddie’s figure always somewhere in your line of sight. 

An amused chuckle pushes past your dry lips while watching your boyfriend dancing between trees. This whole hike, Eddie wouldn’t share your target location, but his excitement bounces as he skips over roots and quickly scales boulder formations. He looks so at home in the lush pine forest, your woodland prince.

Turning to face you and shielding her eyes, Eddie’s throat dries at the sight of your glowing figure. Unabashedly, his eyes trail down your body following the droplets of sweat glide across your skin. He wets his lips and bites his tongue. Lost in his thoughts, Eddie can’t help but let his mind wander. How you would react if he stole a little taste.

The sudden sound of a cleared throat startles him out of his daze. His heart racing and slightly flushed, Eddie’s slightly guilty eyes meet your teasing gaze. Chuckling, he presses an apologetic peck to your cheek while uncomfortably adjusting the cooler backpack strap. 

“Just up these rocks and we’re there. How about I help you up?” Eddie winks. A dramatic flourish of his arms and bow invites you to take the lead.

“Why do I get the sense that you’re up to no good, Munson,” you mumble, keeping a wary eye on him.

Eddie gasps, “How dare you question my integrity?”

“Oh, very easily,” you throw back while grasping onto the first notch in the rock, “Need I remind you of the PDA ban instilled back in Hawkins?” A searing heat hits your ankle from the jarring angle it twists.

“I don’t get the big deal,” Eddie’ voice much closer than a second ago. “If I want to show my love and affection, I should be able to. Not my fault Harrington’s hurt that he can only look but not touch”. His hands firmly grasp the back of your thigh when he notices your ankle jerk from the loose rock. 

You snap your head to look back at him shooting a suspicious stare. “The hell about Steve? And, careful with those,” you warn.

A mischievous spirit hums through Eddie as he responds with his sweetheart smile, “Get your mind out of the gutter and get climbing, dove”.

Slowly turning away from Eddie’s foux-innocent look, you refocus on the boulders blocking your way.

Before you can even move your hand, two quick squeezes to your bum shoot a surprised jolt through you. A tiny squeal squeaks itself free from your lips. Whipping your head around to peer at Eddie’s crouched form, hunched in uncontrollable laughter. “You little shit,” you hiss, “This is exactly why that ban is in place around our friends!” Giggles soon tickle your chest and betray your serious glower, “Telling me to get my mind out of the gutter when you steal cheeky grabs and pulling me into closets”.

“I’m sorry,” he wheezes and raises his hands in mock surrender, “Fuck, I’m sorry”. Eddie tries to catch his breath and provide some relief to his burning lungs. Tears stream down his face mixing with sweat as he wipes his eye, “But I’m really not. I’m obsessed with you, dove. Just want to keep you in my arms all day”.

“Your sweet words reek with testosterone,” you shake your head and pull yourself further up the boulder. Fingertips searing with pain from holding onto the ledge for so long. Your knees wobble in relief from the release of pressure. So close, nearly there.

“There you go, dove. Just a little further, and then you’ll see why I suggested this hell trail,” Eddie pushes your leg up and over the top. Giddiness bubbles inside him as you reach the summit. All the late nights planning. The little bickers loading the car. All worth it for your happiness.

Awes washes over you, head to toe, while you take in the mountain top view. “Holy shit, Eddie,” you breathe out. You watch the tiny sailboats float on top of the vass ocean harbor with little wakes trailing after the motorboats. The tall pine trees frame the scenic picture and share their well hidden secret.

An arm wraps itself around your waist, a welcoming warmth tingles through you as Eddie pulls you close. His other hand presses a cool can of beer to the back of your neck. “I was really hoping you would like it after all the death valleys and ass cliff climbs we did to get here,” he mumbles into your hair. “Told ya, I knew where I was leading us,” he jokes with a final kiss to your crown. Taking your hand, Eddie walks over to the cliff side, and he shrugs off the cooler and grabs a beer for himself, putting it off to the side. With cautious ease, seats himself on the ledge and safely guides you to join his side.

As one arm secures you to his side, the other reaches for his beer. The crack of metal and hiss of carbonation already make it feel as if the temperature has dropped a few degrees. “To our first couple’s vacation,” Eddie cheers.

“And to many more to come,” you promise, clinking your can against his. Your shared laughter mixes with the refreshing reward of cheap beer.

Stealing a kiss, the savory taste of beer and his tender touch make you dizzy. Nipping at his lip, the vibration and sound of his groans cause your heart to race. You press yourself further into his embrace and relish in how he so easily pulls you closer. Pulling away, you press rapid pecks to his smiling lips. “Thank you, honey. This is amazing,” you lean your head on his shoulder, feeling how heavy his breath has slightly become.

“Anything for you, you know that,” Eddie takes another sip of beer trying to wash away the growing need beginning to burn in his stomach. 

A lone drop of beer dangles from the corner of his mouth that catches your attention from the corner of your eye. As you press yourself even closer, you feel Eddie’s breath hitch. Licking away the teasing, amber droplet, you laugh darkly from how still Eddie’s become. You settle back into his hold and take in the gorgeous view while Eddie tries to remember how to function once more.

The PDA ban wasn’t just Eddie’s fault.

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[writethrough]

A little treat for anyone who may care about this Eddie fic I'm still trying to write.

Listen in whatever order you'd like.

"Magic" | Kelly Clarkson

"The Slow Song" | Amy Shark

"I Will Be There" | Odessa

"Today" | Jefferson Airplane

"Slow Dancing" | Aly & AJ

"With You" | Aly & AJ

"Psycho" | Amy Shark

"Adore" | Amy Shark

"10am Gare Du Nord" | Camilla Døvre (Can't find the YouTube link. But please look it up on your favorite music platform!)

"Wings" | Birdy

"Snow On The Beach" | Taylor Swift

"Sofia" | Clairo

Thank you to everyone who recommended songs for this! I listened to them all and included what fit my vision for the story, plus I added a few of my own!

I can finally focus on writing again after being busy for a bit, so I hope to get one of my WIP out soon.

Hope you enjoy listening! And maybe send me your thoughts afterward. I'd love to know any reactions, speculations, or questions you have about what our Eddie will be getting up to.

Tagging a few people who may be interested.

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[happyimagines]

Baby Cow Eyes

Not a request, but I’ve been wanting to write Stranger Things stuff. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in stuff!

Word count: 1.3K

I stopped my car with a jarring halt and grabbed my bag before jumping out and running to the trailer. It was supposed to be a normal Saturday; TV, homework, and maybe a movie. Just as I had finished my homework, I got a phone call. Then, without trying to break any traffic violations, I ended up at Eddie’s trailer.

“Munson!” I knocked on the trailer door and waited for a response, or movement. With my worry growing, I knocked on the trailer door again.

There was still silence.

With a groan, I walked around the trailer hoping to see some form of life.

“Munson!” I called back at the door. “I swear, if you’re passed out or dead, I am going to kill- oh my god.”

My jaw dropped when the trailer door opened and I saw Eddie leaning against the doorframe for support. There was blood on face, hands, and arms. His lip was broken as if someone had punched him, and there was a cut above his eyebrow. A lump formed in my throat.

“Is that beer?” Eddie asked trying to smile. It quickly turned into a grimace.

“It’s first aid.” I answered going into his apartment.

Eddie sat down on the sofa and picked up a towel that was wet and stained with blood.

“Let me see,” I took Eddie’s chin in my hand and gently tilted it back to see more of the injuries. “Hands,” I sat next to him and took his hands. They were scraped as if from defensive wounds. I clicked my tongue. “Tell me what happened.”

Eddie sighed and fell back on the sofa so he was looking up.

“I was in town, and I saw Jason with his cronies. They said some things. I said somethings.” Eddie sat up straighter. “And then his idiots beat me up.”

“Okay,” I stood up and opened up the bag that I brought with me. Inside were first aid supplies; rubbing alcohol, bandages, and gauze. I pulled out some cotton wool balls from the bag and began putting alcohol on them.

I stood in front of Eddie and looked down at him.

“I need you to spread your legs and take off your shirt.” I told him.

Eddie laughed and winced. “Damn (Y/N), if you wanted me to do this, I would’ve gotten beat up ages ago.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m here to help you. Now do it, and I’m sorry in advance.”

Eddie sighed and opened his legs up giving me space to stand closer to him. He put his hands on the sofa to brace himself. I gently wiped the alcohol-soaked ball on his face causing Eddie to wince.

“Sorry,” I mumbled as I continued to clean the wounds. I looked at his tattoos and saw that there was some bruising forming on his chest. There was also a small cut on the left right above his tattoo. “What did Jason say to you?”

“What?” Eddie furrowed his brows.

“Jason. What did he say, Munson?” I gently pressed a band-aid to the cut above his eyebrow. Eddie shifted as if even more uncomfortable. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it hurts.” Eddie muttered. I took Eddie’s chin in my hand again and lifted it.

“Yeah, you got hurt. Thankfully, your pretty eyes are okay.”

“You think I have pretty eyes.” It wasn’t a question but rather him repeating myself.

“Eddie.” I raised my brows at him and gently moved his hair out of his face, my hand gently rested against the side of his head. Eddie leaned his head against it and sighed. Carefully, I began cleaning his lip. He winced again this time putting a hand on my hip to stop me. “Shit, Eddie, I’m sorry.”

“You know that’s the second time you called me Eddie?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah, it’s your name.” I pointed out despite the fact it was obvious.

“You only call me my first name when you’re worried.” There was a small smile on his lip.

I rolled my eyes again and continued to clean other wounds on his face. My face grew warm as I realized Eddie had moved his hand from my hip to rest on the back of my thigh.

“You never answered my question.” I cleared my throat.

“Oh, right.” Eddie lowered his head.

There was silence.

I sat next to Eddie on the sofa and cupped his face. Gently, I turned his head to face mine.

“Eddie, what did Jason say?”

“He said something about you.” Eddie whispered.

I stared at him. There was no secret in Hawkins that Eddie and I were close. The two of us were friends since we were kids and remained friends through high school, even though Eddie was meant to graduate before me. Several people, classmates included, have questioned our relationship, or rather friendship. He would wait at my locker before and after school each day, checking to see if was okay. He would stand near me anytime Jason would try to pester me, the few times that his usual playful eyes would turn serious.

Eddie was the “cult leader” and I was the quiet one that got the questions right in class.

“What did he say?” I asked.

“I’d rather not repeat it.” Eddie made a face and I sighed.

“You shouldn’t have said anything back.” I told him. Eddie stared at me.

“Why?”

“‘Why?’” I repeated. “Because Eddie, you got beat up! As much as I enjoy having you in my corner, I don’t want you getting hurt because of me. It’s not worth it.”

Eddie mumbled something.

“What?” I asked. Eddie shook his head. “Eddie.”

“You are worth it. For some reason, you want to hang out with me, and you could be hanging out with other people.”

“I like hanging out with you, and we have been hanging out for years.” I sat next to Eddie and he turned to look at me. “I’m not going to change that because Jason Clarke, who is failing English, by the way, is saying stuff about me.”

I took Eddie’s hands and checked them over. Carefully, I cleaned them as Eddie rested his against mine gently.

“Thank you.” Eddie whispered.

“Don’t worry about it.” I looked up at him, his eyes meeting me. “You know, you have baby cow eyes.”

I immediately regretted it as Eddie laughed. It was surprised but turned genuine. Eddie inhaled sharply and sat up.

“I have baby cow eyes?” He asked still laughing.

“Yeah! You remind me of a baby cow.” I couldn’t help but laugh along with him, and left my head fall forwards. I looked up at Eddie and realized how close his face was to mine.

“I- I want to kiss you.” Eddie whispered. I froze for a second, processing the information. “Never mind,”

Eddie stood up and I grabbed his hand. He stopped and looked down at me before I gently pulled him back to the sofa next to me and put a hand on his face.

“Then kiss me, Munson.”

“I think I liked it better when you called me Eddie.”

“Kiss me, and I’ll call you whatever you want.”

“Maybe I just needed to get beat up more.” Eddie smiled and gently pressed his lips to mine, tentatively. I put a hand on the back of his neck, and could feel Eddie’s arms circle around my waist, pulling me close to him as he deepened the kiss. Gently, he pulled me on his lap and leaned back on the sofa.

“Ow!” Eddie moved a hand to his lip.

“Sorry!” I leaned back and realized that I had hurt him.

“It’s fine,” Eddie sighed, his eyes looking at my shirt. “Oh, I’m going to have to get you a new shirt.”

I looked down at my shirt and saw that there was some blood on it.

“We can’t have you leaving here with blood. It’ll make me look bad.” Eddie smiled. I laughed.

“Yeah, and leaving in one of your shirts is better?”

“I mean, if it means getting you in my clothes, then yes.” Eddie leaned close and kissed me again.

“Damn, maybe you should’ve gotten beat up ages ago.”

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[farfromharry]

The first time Eddie and Beth are left alone

Summary: Eddie is a new dad and has absolutely no idea how to take care of his kid by himself. For days he has been asking everyone he knew for help, until finally no one is there to assist him, leaving him to figure it out on his own. 

Word count - 1302

Warnings - none

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June 1986

The first time Eddie was left alone with Beth, he didn’t have much of a say in the matter and he was freaking out. No one was around to help him. Everyone had other things, or more important things to be doing today. He was nervous, terribly so, how was he supposed to take care of a baby he’d known for barely four days. He didn’t know how to entertain a baby. 

The trailer was silent, and he was certainly glad she wasn’t screaming the roof down, but at least that would have given him something to work with. For now he was lost. Steve had mentioned something about making sure the girl did tummy time, supposedly it helped develop her neck control. That’s what the pair were doing. She was laid opposite him on her belly on top of the blanket her mom had brought with her, Eddie in a mirroring position. 

His chin rested on his hands as he stared down at her, narrowing his eyes as he hummed to himself. “What should we do, huh?” he asked. 

He knew she couldn’t respond, he wasn’t that dumb, but he truly was at a loss. It was times like these– ones he’d had a lot in the last few days– where he really had to sit back and consider if he could do this while being a dad thing, especially by himself. To him it wasn’t like he had a natural knack for it, though some of his friends would probably argue otherwise. Not a single part of him was planning on giving this baby up, but he couldn’t help the dark, looming thoughts eating away at him that he was going to end up like his own parents.  

No matter how much reassurance he got from those he surrounded himself with, his closest and most trusted friends, there was always going to be those thoughts that he was going to fuck up; revert back to how his parents were. The day that happened– if ever– he hoped someone would snap him out of his ridiculousness. He’d be damned if he damaged this baby like his mom and dad damaged him; she deserved so much better than that. As did he as a child. 

In a way, Eddie was to Beth what Wayne was to Eddie all those years ago. A chance at a good life, one where you got to be loved. 

“D’you like TV?” he questioned, quickly realizing how idiotic he sounded. “You’re a baby, you don’t even know what that is.” 

He was racking every inch of his brain trying to come up with some way to pass the time. All of a sudden it was like a lightbulb went off in his head. He turned to the little girl with a wide grin, one that she mimicked with a small bubble of laughter. “Stay here.” He didn’t really know why he was telling her that, it wasn’t like she could understand him, or go anywhere without his help. Maybe it just made him feel better, or maybe it was a reaction to being in a room with another person– he just wasn’t used to that other person not being able to answer back. 

He was gone for only a couple seconds, he didn’t know much about parenting, but he did know you weren’t supposed to leave an infant by themselves. When he returned he had his guitar in hand, excitement bubbling in his chest at the idea of the little show he was about to put on for her. “Are you ready to hear the song that gave you your name?”

The only sounds filling the trailer after that point were the soft strums of Eddie’s guitar in the tune of Beth by KISS. She seemed curious, those big brown eyes staring up at him as the music played throughout the room. It looked as though she liked it, her eyes twinkling with wonder. Usually, he wasn’t the type to sing to others when he played his guitar, but she was different. 

The lyrics flowed easily, ingrained in his brain from the amount of times he’d listened to the cassette when he had first got it. He was glad she liked the song, or at least he thought she did with the way laughter tumbled from her mouth. That was a noise he had very quickly grown to love, and he prayed he would hear it so much more often. If it was the only noise he ever heard for the rest of his life, he’d be happy. 

By the end of the song she was all but cheering for him. If she could, he liked to believe she certainly would have. 

With no other ideas how to spend the day, he continued to play her all the different songs he knew on the guitar. She adored each and every one, and he loved playing them for her just as much. By the end of what could have been the hundredth song– he’d lost count by that point– he noticed the way her eyes started to droop. When he looked at the clock, he hadn’t realized how late it was, but it was definitely time for a nap for the both of them. Possibly even bedtime. “We can take a nap here,” he told her, cradling her to his chest as he laid down on his back on the slightly lumpy couch. He didn’t even remember falling asleep.

By the time Wayne made it back to the trailer after work, Eddie and Beth were passed out together on the couch, her sleeping peacefully on top of his chest. He smiled at the sight, and did feel a bit bad about the concept of waking them, but they couldn’t stay there all night. He knew his nephew would thank him in the morning anyway. 

After dropping his stuff off by the door, he approached the couch to scoop up Beth into his arms, cooing quietly to his granddaughter as she roused from her sleep. “Let’s get you to bed, sweet girl.” 

She happily settled into Wayne’s arms as he transferred her from her dad’s chest to the crib that was housed in Eddie’s room. He was only with her for a few minutes as he needed to calm her down again enough to sleep, then he was heading back to wake the kid in the other room. And he was going to have to remind the dummy to stay as quiet as possible. 

He wasn’t still peacefully sleeping when he got there, instead he was sitting up on the couch, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to wake up. “Hey, kid,” he greeted, setting his hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “How was your day? Did it all go smoothly?”

A grin curled onto his lips. “Yeah. I might be better at this whole ‘dad’ thing than I thought.” Wayne was overjoyed to hear that. He thought the idea of such a large responsibility weighing down on Eddie’s shoulders would scare him away, but he was so proud that he was taking this in his stride. It reminded him a lot of himself when Ed was a kid. 

“Glad to hear it,” he patted his back. “I’ll clean up here, why don’t you head off to bed?”

There was no protest or anything from him, he was more than happy to be told to go sleep rather than be made to pick up a mess he made. He was very much still an immature child in that sense. Although it wasn’t ideal for the older man to come home from work and spend time tidying up after his nephew, he also knew he’d accomplished something pretty big for himself today. He deserved some rest. “G’night, Wayne.”

“Night, Ed.”

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[sluggzillaa]

My Afterlife

word count: 3.1k

✧ Pairing:Ghost!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

✧ Summary: Ghost stories have spread all over your campus, specifically about your dorm. Your anxiety isn’t put to rest when you start seeing things in your room

✧ Warnings: mentions of anxiety meds, quick mention of drugs(1), mentions of death(hardly), P in V , technically unprotected sex(he’s dead so like..), masturbation using toy(f), fingering, oral sex (f), dom/sub undertones, orgasm denial, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names

✧ Authors note: I still feel like i’m no good at smut. Please don’t criticize my writing, I am trying my best. I really love the plot for this, supernatural shit is always great to me (at least like ghosts and vampires). Please don’t mind the formatting, i’m on mobile and not sure how to fix it. Also, MINORS GO AWAY OR I'LL SHOOT YOU

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There’s always been rumors of your dorm being haunted. Though, you haven’t encountered anything ghostly; it never puts you at ease with the possibilities. These ghost stories didn’t help with your anxiety. On top of that, the insane insomnia you had developed from late night study sessions. It was your third year at your university and you still seemed to have no clue about what was going on. The only thing that seemed to put you at ease was your prescribed Hydroxyzine and your Magic Wand.

A combination of the two felt like an acid trip. You can almost swear that every night while you take care of your night routine, you see someone watching you; from the corner of your room. Conveniently, It always disappears as soon as you look in its direction.

After finishing up your insanely boring late night lecture, you stumbled into your solo dorm. you dumped your bag by the front door and hung up your keys. I ploped yourself onto your couch and clicked on the tv. The theme song of some random game show played in the background. Eventually, your exhaustion caught up to you, taking over until you were knocked out on your uncomfortable couch. you didn’t wake up until you felt some sort of air brush against your neck. you sat up startled, looking around for a culprit. Not a single window was open, the fan wasn’t on, but you just assumed it was a vent. you shook it off and walked off into the bathroom.

Half asleep, you stumbled into your small bathroom. you grabbed a cup; that sat on the side of your counter, and filled it up with tap water. you opened up the cabinet door and picked up an orange bottle of sleep aid. you twisted open the cap and shook out a small white pill. you closed up the bottle and placed it back into the cabinet. you peek into the mirror as you shut the door. A dark figure hid behind you . you jumped and quickly turned to the person; yet you were alone. Adrenaline going, you shakily placed the pill into your mouth and chased it with a sip of water

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Now sprawled out in your bed; only in a shirt and panties, you reached over and plugged in your wand. The room was dark, only moonlight flooding in from the windows. you set the wand to the second lowest setting. The low buzz filled the silence of the room, besides the occasional chirp of a cricket outside. you moved your gray laced panties to the side, exposing your cunt. you shivered as a cold air brushed against your now exposed heat. you slowly brought the wand down and pressed it against your clit. The vibrations made your legs twitch and slightly shake. As the pleasure ran through your body, your hands made their way up to your chest. Not noticing your eyes was shut, you cranked them open and took a look around the room. you pressed a button on the toy, now cranking up the vibrations about two levels. Whimpers and moans streamed from your lips. your hand roaming your body only helped increase the feeling.

As you continued to enjoy the experience of the toy, a low groan sounded through the room. you brushed it off, only assuming it was an involuntary noise leaving your lips. you continued to focus on the sensations on your heat. Once again, a low groan sounded through the room; this time sure it didn’t come from you. Lifting the wand off, you looked around the room once more. you huff as you find nothing there.

“This shit can’t just be in my head”

“Oh it isn’t sweetheart” An unfamiliar male voiced echoed around you

Suddenly, A tall man with long dark curly hair walked in through a wall. you quickly snatch the blanket next to you and use it to cover up your exposed body. The toy continued to vibrate besides you. The man slowly made his way; almost gliding across the floor, to your bed side and switched it off. He looks down at you with a sly smirk, directly in contrast with your fearful yet surprised expression. He looked you up and down, taking you in.

you continued to scoot away from the figure, not sure what to do but understanding you was afraid. He could tell you was afraid, not only did your face give it away but he could sense it on you.

“Your heart is pounding darling.. Calm down a little for me”

His reassurance didn’t help, not one bit. you shut your eyes and attempted to reassure yourself that this isn’t real. you laid down and gripped onto your pillow. As you affirmed yourself in your head, you found yourself slowly drifting into unconsciousness. you faintly heard a ‘goodnight’ before completely knocking out.

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As you went on with your day, you couldn’t seem to focus. Only thing on your mind was the encounter you had last night. you continued to deny yourself any rational thoughts. To put your anxious thoughts at ease, you continued to tell yourself that you was hallucinating from your medication. Exhausting yourself with your running thoughts, you decided to head home early and ditch your last lecture.

After settling down in your space, you began to scavenge through your bedside drawers. you picked out a bright pink taser and a small pocket knife. you plopped down onto your bed and waited out the night. you knew there was no way you were gonna sleep for the rest of the semester if you didn’t put this theory to rest.

As the night continued, your lids began to droop and you found your body going limp. The exhaustion was catching up to you and you needed sleep desperately.

These thoughts were not gonna let you sleep. So you figured you’d try to calm yourself the only way you knew how. you grabbed the magic wand off of your dresser and plugged it in. you stripped off the piece of fabric, separating you and the toy. you leaned back and turned on the switch. The buzzing had already put you at ease, but the vibrations had sent you to nirvana. you shut your eyes tight and gripped onto the sheets as the toy sent you over the edge. Usually you’ll last longer but tonight you could care less, you just wanted to get it over with. That familiar feeling bubbled in the bottom of your stomach and warmth completely took over your body. you let out a loud cry of frustration as you were reaching your limit.

“Fuck..”

That was all cut short. you snapped your eyes open and quickly sat up, pointing your weapon at the person. It was the same man from the night before. He let out a low chuckle and peered down at the object in your hand.

“Oh hun.. I’m not sure how much damage you’ll do with that”

you looked down at what exactly you were holding. It was your magic wand. you quickly shut it off and exchanged it for your switchblade. The man put his hands up in defense, a huge shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Who are you and why are you here?”

“Wow, how welcoming”

“I’m not fucking playing with you! Name and reason”

“Names Eddie.. And I live here”

your eyes grew slightly at the words that left his mouth, but you didn’t allow that to stop you. you sat up and held the knife closer to him.

“How the fuck are you living here if I do?”

“Oh honey, not only do I live here but i fucking haunt the place.. I guess I can say i’m your resident ghost”

“Bullshit! Ghost aren’t fucking real!”

“Then what do you call me?”

you took a moment to take it all in. Rooting through every possibility, still not allowing yourself to believe your apartment is haunted by a ghost. you plunged forward and stuck your knife straight into his torso.

“Ouch.. Damn you have some fucking balls”

“What? Why the fuck aren’t you bleeding out?” you nervously questioned

He pushed your hand away, it was cold and sent a shiver down your body. He made his way to the side of your bed, once again gliding across the floor. He sat down and didn’t even weigh down your mattress.

“you can’t really kill something that is dead in the first place”

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“Okay so let me get this right.. your roommate killed you.. so now you’re stuck haunting this apartment”

“Correct”

“And you’ve been creeping on me every night”

“Cut me some slack! If you were stuck in your situation and a smokin’ hot babe moved in, you’d do just the same”

“mm.. Don’t think i would”

The two of us were now sitting on your bed, getting an understanding of each other. He told you about his death and you told him about your hometown, it was a simple exchange of information. It was still weird for you; to say the least, but at least you were slightly warming up to the idea of a ghost in your home.

“So every night.. you just watch me do my thing”

“Not every night y’know, sometimes you seem like you need the extra bit of privacy.. especially those nights you’re extra pent up and frustrated”

A heat rose to your face as those words seemed to leave his mouth so smoothly. A warm feeling pools in your stomach and you remember those nights. The thought of him being there only made you more heated. You wouldn’t say you’re into voyeurism but just the thought of him being there got your adrenaline and imagination running.

“I don’t only see you in a sexual way.. and I definitely wasn’t only there when you were handling your routine”

“What do you mean?”

“Those times you’re late and can’t find your keys and magically appear, or when you brought over that loser dude who didn’t want to use a condom and magically he couldn’t get it up”

you were at a loss for words. Every little thing started to make sense now. your irrational thinking wasn’t so irrational after all. For a moment, you zoned out; just taking in all the information. There was a cold sensation on your arm that snapped you out of the moment. Eddie was staring you dead in your eyes, concerned plastered on his face.

“I don’t want you to think it wasn’t because you weren't sexy enough or something.. You are hella sexy, that could just be the fact that i haven’t seen any other girls since i’ve been dead but.. damn”

A beat passed. The two of us just sat there and stared. We took each other in like a breath of air. you admired every little detail about him, at least what you could fish out in the dim light. The way his eyes seem to still have life, the red marks surrounding his neck, the freckles that decorated his face. For someone who is dead, he was fucking gorgeous. He wasn’t scary like you had imagined. Actually, he was the exact opposite.

you found yourself getting closer to him. Inching further into his cold presence. His frozen touch landed onto your waist, once again causing you to shiver. you don’t think you'll ever get used to that. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the crook of your neck. you could feel his lips yet at the same time it just felt like wind brushing against you. A whole new sensation. As if an ice cube was gliding against your skin, his kisses trailed down to your chest. He looked up, essentially asking for permission. you nodded in agreement; not even sure what exactly I'm agreeing to.

“Lift your arms up, I wanna see all of your gorgeous body”

your arms slowly moved above your head. Eddie played with the hem of the shirt a little before lifting it off. He threw it behind him and marveled at your exposed chest. He whispered a curse to himself before leaning down, placing the same soft yet icy kisses onto your chest as he had left on your shoulder. With one hand, he was pushing your back onto the bed, with the other; he was rubbing circles around the sensitive nub of your breast. A soft moan escaped your lips as he applied pressure to your chest. His lips trailed up till he reached your neck. His quick pecks went from open mouth kisses and quickly turned into leaving maroon marks. your hands attempted to reach up to his hair but just fell back down to your body. Eddie pulled away, a slightly disappointed look on his face.

“What was that? Why can’t I touch you?”

“I’m not sure how it works hun.. all i know is I can touch physical things but everything goes right through me”

“So I can’t-”

“You can’t touch me, You can’t kiss, can’t do a lot of things to me”

“But you’re able to do all that to me”

“And I plan on taking full advantage of that princess”

He dipped down and forced your legs apart, he stood fixated on your womanhood. His cold breath trailed along your inner thigh. Your legs threatened to close but Eddie forced them to stay open. He placed a soft kiss onto you before marking your sensitive skin. You looked down at him. The image of the man in between your thighs burned into your memory. He left you with one last kiss before his tongue dipped into your folds. Though his touch was usually cold, this time you felt as if you were melting against him. He licked a stripe across your heat before focusing all his attention on your clit. He was sloppy but it was definitely working. You panted as his tongue made you feel things you’ve never felt before. You’ve had guys go down on you before but never like this. He lifted up your thighs and pulled you closer to him. Your legs were laid over his shoulders and across his back. Your hands found themselves being tangled in your sheets, attempting to find some sort of stability. Your hips bucked up towards him. Eddie’s arm reached around, gripping onto your right thigh and forcing your hips down into the mattress.

“Oh my god” You dragged out

“God has nothing to do with this, baby”

Eddie reached down with his freehand, inserting his middle finger into you. The sudden feeling led to a gasp escaping your mouth. He pushed in fully and curled his finger once he reached a certain spot. He inserted another finger and began finger fucking your cunt. With his digits filling you and him still sloppily lapping at your clit, a familiar feeling began to creep up into your stomach. Your legs began to shake more and more. Your cunt pulsed around his fingers as you were reaching your climax.

“Fuck Eddie, i’m gonna cu-”

He stopped

“I wanna be in you when you cum”

Suddenly you felt empty. That high of pleasure was missing. That knot in your stomach was gone. Eddie was now sitting up, licking you off of his fingers. He leaned down and placed his fingers in front of your lips. You slowly separated your lips and took in his fingers. A soft groan spilled from Eddie’s lips as your tongue wrapped around his fingers. He pulled away and stood up. He undid his pants and slipped them off, along with his boxers. His cock sprung out and lightly hit his stomach. He sat himself back onto the bed and placed himself in between his legs. He stood there for a minute, admiring the gorgeous view he had of you. He dragged his tip along your folds before lining himself with your entrance.

“You ready, princess?”

You gave him a quick nod, just wanting him in you already. He gave you a disappointed look and held your chin, tilting your head up towards him.

“Say it.”

“Please just fuck me Eddie”

He let out a deep chuckle before slowly pushing himself in, making eye contact with you. The two of you moaned in unison as he bottomed out. He pushed back one of your legs with his free hand. His hips snapped against you, his thrusts increasing in speed with each pulse. It wasn’t long before he was rocking the bed and slamming the headboard against the wall. He leaned forward and pinned your hands above your head. He laid his head right next to your ear, giving it a few nips.

“You’re doing so good, ‘think you can handle more?”

“Y- yes!”

“Yes, who?.. Say my name gorgeous”

“Yes, Eddie!”

“Perfect”

He sat up and gripped onto your hips, digging his nails into your skin. This earned him a whimper from you. He used your hips for leverage and speared his cock into you. Your face fell into the pillows, muffling your cock drunk screams. The room was just filled with your moans, the slamming of the headboard, and of course your cunt wrapped around his length. Your mind was clouded with lust and pleasure. This feeling was so much better than what your toy would give you. Eddie throws his head back as he completely took over your heat. He let out a string of curses followed by sinful sounds. One of his hands ran from your hip down to your cunt. He placed his thumb onto your clit and began to rub circles. Your back arched in reaction to the sudden pleasure. Your hips bucked into his touch, urging for more friction as you chased your high. You body went hot and your climax bubbled in your stomach.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum.. I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me, princess”

His hips slammed into you ruthlessly. His cock brushed against the spot inside of you that made you feel like you were in fucking heaven. Your legs convulsed as you were completing on the edge. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, coaching you through your orgasm. It finally crashes into you. Completely ripping the air from your lungs, as you screamed out his name. Your high left you trembling under Eddie. He slammed his hips forward a few more times before he slipped out of your heat. You let out a low whimper from feeling so empty. He settled down next to you and brought you into his embrace. He placed a kiss on your head before pulling a blanket over your naked body. He stood back up and put on his underwear.

“Hope to do this soon, sweetheart.. Don’t think you’ll need to use that again” He pointed at the wand, then disappeared

You stared up at your ceiling and attempted to catch your breath. The room was so quiet it was almost deafening. Your bed seemed empty, despite your presence.

“Damn.. I just got fucked by a ghost”

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[f4y-knight]

Joesph quinn is the most handsome man out there

#joesph quinn #joesph quinn imagines #joesph quinn oneshots #eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson oneshots #stranger things

[sammy-is-not-smiley]

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Last Updated: 02/16/23

Oneshots

Fluff: ☁️

Angst: 🏵

Smut: 🍓

Report Card Reaction - When the sight of your report card causes you to spiral, a certain someone finds you and takes it upon himself to try and help. ☁️

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Lost, Hit the Wall - Your guilt for leaving Eddie in the Upside Down triggers an extremely realistic nightmare... When you wake up, you're hit with a certainty that it wasn't just a nightmare. 🏵

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Eyes Up Here - Eddie notices you struggle to look him in the eyes... and works to fix that. ☁️

Divider Creds: @morxhqq @firefly-graphics

#Eddie munson masterlist #eddie munson oneshots

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine your brother’s reaction when he finally meets your boyfriend

“Can you please just promise to be on your best behavior?” You pleaded as you slowly pulled dinner out of the oven, and placed it onto the stove top, your brother sitting at your kitchen island as he stared at you.

“Yes, because I am not allowed to be emotional at the fact that my sister just told me she has secretly been dating someone behind my back for the past 6 months.” Dustin exhaled, “We tell each other everything, like Everything! And now that mom is out of town with her friends, you are inviting a complete stranger over to dinner, one who has stuck his tongue down my sister’s throat.”

“Well seeing how you reacted when I told you Harrington kissed me on a dare that one time… you can see why I didn’t tell you until I was sure he was important enough to introduce.”

“Because Steve is a friend, and basically the Party’s second mom, and it is a violation for the second mom to kiss the first mom.”

“But it is fine that Lucas and Mike are dating party members?” You asked as Dustin huffed, “I just don’t understand why you kept this from me? Is it because mom is crazy?”

“Dustin…” you started, however you heard the sound of a familiar vehicle, and smiled as Dustin turned in confusion and raced to the door.

Pulling it open he saw his fearless Dungeon Master exiting as he called, “Eddie? What are you doing here? Are you here to discuss Hellfire?”

“No, as much as I love to discuss the game that fuels my passion, I am here to see the person who ignites my soul on a daily basis.” Eddie smiled as Dustin replied, “Awww I ignite your soul… that’s not weird at all to say to a 14 year old at all.”

“No ya doofus, I mean your sister.” Eddie sighed as Dustin’s face dropped, not a sound uttered as he slammed the door in Eddie’s face, his sigh slowly exiting his mouth as he whispered, “Well that could have went better.”

“Dustin, I know you did not just…”

“Eddie, you are dating EDDIE!” Dustin screamed, your eyebrow lifting as you tilted your head, and looked at him, “Yesssss.”

“I lied, This is worse then mom 2 kissing mom 1, this is like finding out your sister is dating your hero. Omg if you two break up, everything will be ruined, I will need new friends, I will need to look up to Harrington again, I will have to move states, change my name, change my identity.” He panicked as you watched in silence, “How will I explain it to Mother, to Lucas, And Mike, And Will…. How will I explain my identity change to Susie!”

“Are you done being dramatic?” You asked, as Dustin paced, before throwing his hands up, “NO!”

“Alright, so I am going to let you process this, and go make sure you didn’t break the door.” You sighed walking past him as he hollered, “I can never look at him the same now! He violated you!”

“It’s not like I didn’t ask for it.” You replied as you opened the door, to reveal Eddie sitting in his van again, as Dustin screamed, “Not Helping!”

You made your way out to the van, and opened the passenger side door, Eddie’s normally smiling face staring back at you replaced with his mane of loose waves, as you closed the door you whispered, “Sorry about him, I didn’t really tell him before you arrived, and he is kind of dramatically processing this.”

Silence

“Hey, Eddie.” You whispered, gently touching his shoulder, as you felt the shake of his frame, “Baby…..”

Silence

“Baby, look at me.” You whispered, already knowing why he wasn’t looking at you, “Look at me, or I will march my ass to the trailer and I will vandalize baby.”

“You won’t dare.” He turned to you, with red rimmed eyes as you put a hand on his check, “I won’t, but I needed to see your beautiful eyes.”

Silence

“Eddie, my love, my knight, my darling sweet Angel, why are you crying alone in your van?” You whispered, as another tear rolled down.

“He hates this.” He whispered, “And now I am losing a member of Hellfire, and friend, and my queen all in one night.”

You chuckled, as he looked at you, “You aren’t losing Dustin, trust me.”

“He slammed the door in my face Henderson.”

“And my little brother is a dramatic little shit, who will…”

“If your brother hates me, you won’t stay with me.” He whispered as you sighed, “Baby.”

Silence

“Baby, trust me, I love you.” You said those three words for the first time, his eyes meeting yours as you continued, “And I will not leave you just because Dustin is being overly dramatic and trying to grasp the fact that his worlds are colliding for the best, because you Eddie Munson, bring out the best of me, and the idea of no longer having you terrifies me.” You whispered

“Me too.” He replied, as you rubbed your thumb over his check, and whispered, “Besides Dustin adores you, you are like his hero. I doubt he is going to stop looking up to you just because we are dating. I mean Steve and I totally kissed, told him, and he still values Steve.”

“You kissed Harrington?” Eddie asked as you smiled and dodged the question, “Now, do you want to come inside, and eat something.”

“And what about Dustin?”

“He can go be dramatic somewhere else.” You smiled, as you leaned forward and kissed him slowly

“Did you kiss Harrington like that too?” He joked as you pulled back, “I mean, even if I did, you are a far better kisser.”

When you both went inside Dustin was sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees as he held his head in his hands, his eyes wide as he tried to process the news.

“I told you he would be fine.” You whispered as Eddie looked to him concerned, before whispering, “He is just calculating the ways to murder me.”

“No, this is normally what he looks like when he is reaching the acceptance stage of his dramatic outbursts, totally normal. So do you want 2 or 3 slices of pizza?”

“You ordered pizza?“ Eddie asked, knowing you normally were not one to order out

“No, it’s homemade, if you want more after, I can show you how to make it, I already made the dough, but now that Dustin is adjusting to the news, you can come over next pizza night and I can teach you how to make the dough.” You smiled as you pulled out the pizza cutter, Eddie’s arms slowly looping around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder, “I can come to the next one?”

“Yeah, my mom goes out a lot now that Dustin and I are older, so we normally just make pizza and watch fantasy movies, you are more then welcome to join. However I get to pick the next dinner we have, so I am probably going to make Chicken tenders and fries, if you want to help me.”

“I would like that.” Eddie whispered, as he inhaled slowly, that was honestly what he loved about you. You always tried to make him feel included, and gave him the sense of home. You were truly everything to him, and the thought of Dustin disapproving broke his heart.

“Eddie.” Dustin’s voice caused both of you to jump before Eddie turned to meet his glare, Eddie’s voice shaking as he addressed his friend, “Dustin.”

“House rules, 1) Hurt my sister, and I will burn your club to the ground. 2) If you reproduce with my sister, I will not only attempt to beat you up, and by me I mean Steve, but I will also be Uncle Dustin, not Uncle Dusty, no Dust Dust, or anything corny, just Uncle Dustin. 3) Limit the PDA, this is a respectable home, and you are my fearless leader, I would hate for you to appear weak in case the enemy is watching, 4) Hands were I can see them, at all times, Both of you. 5) please don’t make out with her in front of me, that’s just gross, and 6) She is not allowed to come to Hellfire, she is only allowed to pick me up, drop me off, and bring snacks. Do you understand?”

Eddie looked to you as you smiled, and shrugged, “Seems reasonable, you got a deal Dustin.” 

“Eddie?”

“I swear to you upon my spruce lute that I will not only follow the house rules, but I will protect your maiden sister with all that I have, and if any harm befalls her, I shall cast myself into the Hill of Lost Souls, and wander the realm of purgatory alone for a century.” Eddie dramatically stated as Dustin rebuttaled, “Make it 2 centuries and you have a deal.”

“Done.” Eddie replied as Dustin wandered over and grabbed a plate, as you leaned over and whispered, “See, he still loves you.”

“And I love you.” He whispered back before adding, “And we are definitely going to need more pizza.”

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[hellfirebabe]

What’s your thought process behind titling a fic? How do you come up with your titles?

99% of my fics are titled after song titles or song lyrics lol

when i need inspiration for a fic title i’ll just go to my liked songs on spotify and scroll until i see a title that kind of resonates with the fic i’m writing or i find a song that matches the vibe i’m kind of going for and then i’ll listen to the lyrics and pull from them

i usually title a fic before i ever write it!

#ask #anon #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshots #eddie munson writing #eddie x reader

[thikkiesixx]

after reading so much smut on here, i’m 100% convinced some of you have never had sex.

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[luveline]

𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

Your best friend Eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. He could show you, though, if you want? [3k] 

fem!reader, shy!reader, implied inexpereinced!reader, friends-to-lovers, pining, mdni heavy petting, hickeys, lots of hickeys, marking up, neck kissing, shoulder kissing, heat of the moment confessions, eddie being flirty but also a good friend, requested here

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Eddie strokes down the length of his guitar neck almost tenderly. You're focused on his hands rather than his mouth as he recounts last night's date to you, distracted by the deft movement of his fingers, which aren't exactly small. It's an oxymoron —paradoxical, even— that his thick fingers would move with such gentle precision. 

You shift around where you're sitting on his bedroom floor, criss-cross applesauce with an uncomfortable heat rising from the bottomless pit of your stomach to your tight collar. The white button up you'd worn under your sweater vest is a size too small. You're really starting to notice. 

You peel out of the vest and hope it'll help you calm down.

"She wasn't exactly sweet," Eddie says, plucking a string, listening to the sound, and tuning it this way or that depending on how he liked it. "I think she wanted to get it over with, which isn't really my thing. She was in my lap before I could make it clear I wasn't interested in anything quick." 

You lift your gaze from his hands. He must feel you watching his face. He looks up in tandem and smiles reassuringly. "It's fine. I kind of thought she was getting into it, she was like a vampire on me at one point, but I wasn't feeling it and it's clear she wasn't either. Drove her home. How was your night, d'you watch that tape?" 

You trace the coil of a black curl down to his shoulder, and can't force yourself to meet his eyes as you ask, "A vampire?" 

"What?" 

"She was like a vampire at one point, you said." Eddie's arm goes still. "What did you mean by that?" you ask.

He puts his guitar down on the floor. You worry you've said something truly dull for him to place his sweetheart in such a rush, but Eddie's like that. He can tell you're embarrassed no doubt, and he's giving you the answer to your question as swiftly as he can to soothe the wound. 

"Here, look," he says. He pushes his hair away from his neck on one side and tilts his head, bearing a wine-stained curve of skin to you unabashedly. "She kissed me. She gave me a hickey, used a lot of teeth. That's why it's bruised so much on the edges." 

Warmth you've never felt rushes in, like your blood has superheated, and it's written on your face. Eddie's room feels suddenly a thousand times smaller than before and more intimate, his poster wallpaper curving in, the space between you inching closer. 

"Sorry," he says, "I know it's kind of weird to show you." 

"No, I'm sorry," you say, mortified. "I shouldn't have asked you." 

"Yeah, you should. You didn't get it and now you do. I don't mind telling you." 

Eddie lets his hair fall back against his neck, a kinky curtain that looks ridiculously soft in the orangey light of his lamp. There's a butter smoothness to it, and the way he moves as he does is worse, his hand open and reaching for you. He doesn't hold your hand, doesn't even try, just lets his upturned palm hang off the edge of his knee as if to say, Ask me whatever it is you want to ask me. It's cool. 

"Why would she do that?" you ask, gesturing to your neck.

"It's not her fault, I was flirting with her a ton trying to make it work."

"Not like that." 

Eddie's hand turns toward his knee. "Like what?" 

Your hand drifts to your own neck absentmindedly. You get kissing, wanting to be kissed and wanting to give them. You understand why she kissed his neck; if you'd been in her position, alone in the car with Eddie laying his charm on thick, you might climb the console and push aside his hair too. 

"I know why she kissed you. I don't see why she…" You rub your lips together, your embarrassment turning sharp. You hate how humiliating this feels. "I know what a hickey is, Eds, but why would you want one?" 

His turn to fluster. The tiniest tinge of pink paints his cheeks. "Are you asking me why I enjoyed it?" 

"Did you?" 

You despise yourself, truly. Worse when Eddie laughs, his chest forward, hair falling in his face as he chuckles sincerely. 

"Yeah," he says, smiling at you "I liked it. Before she started trying to kill me I was having a good time." 

He doesn't put you through the agony of asking what you both know he wants to. 

You've never had one?

"It feels warm, and it's– you know how being kissed gives you butterflies, right? It's better than that. It's hot, and all her weight is on you and you have your hand on her back trying to pull her in, and she's as close as she can be without, you know." Something flickers across Eddie's face. Not longing, but a remembered pleasure. It makes you squirm. 

"I don't see how it doesn't just hurt." 

The hand that hadn't been reaching for you holds a pick. He flashes it between his fingers, a party trick, a nervous tic, his eyelashes tangling together as his eyelids inch closed. He scrunches his face up for a second. 

"Don't hate me if I ask you something weird," Eddie says, eyes shut tight. 

You don't think you could. You watch Eddie's face, knowing he can't see your analysis, and feel a shock of pins and needles in your hands when his eyes open and immediately lock on to yours. 

"Do you want me to give you one?" he asks. 

Your lips feel like they've been glued shut. You're aware of your breathing, how shallow each inhale has become, but you can't do anything about it. 

He has the decency to acknowledge what position his question puts you in, "I know it might be weird but I can't describe it to you if you don't know what it feels like." 

You surprise him. You surprise yourself. "Uh, yeah. Okay." 

"Yeah?" 

"It doesn't hurt?" 

"Not unless you want it to." A hint of a smirk plays on his lips, though it fades quickly. "It doesn't hurt. That's not the point. But it can feel… foreign." 

You nod jerkily, wishing you knew what to do. 

The atmosphere is thick enough to cut through. Neither of you like it. Eddie gives you another type of smile, a familiar one that says, I'm your best friend, I always will be, so please chill out. 

"You're gonna have to sit in my lap." 

You actually laugh. "Eddie," you chastise, thinking it's a bad joke. 

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it's that or the bed." His teasing tone is light, but he still adds, "I mean, we can do it sitting next to each other but it's difficult. Whatever you want, though." 

You climb up on your knees. You're shy, absolutely, you always will be and especially when Eddie's teasing, but he really is your best friend, and the bed isn't happening.

He doesn't scare you. 

He grins and ushers you toward him. "Alright, come here." He tugs one of your thighs over his lap and your breath catches. He grabs the other and any laughter between you abruptly dies. 

You settle over his lap with an expression not far from pained. Eddie's hands rest against your thigh and your hip. He has to look up at you now, and he does as he encourages your weight firmly downward. You're more than conscious of where you're positioned. 

"Do me a favour?" he asks. 

"Yeah." You put your hand on his chest tentatively. 

"Don't suffer through it if you hate it, okay? All you have to do is say something and I'll stop, but if you feel like you can't, a good right hook would work too." 

"I'm not gonna hurt you," you protest. 

"Me neither," he says. His hand lifts from your thigh to your neck, and he brushes his fingertips down the curve of it ineffectually. It would feel good if you weren't choking on air. "Relax, sweetheart. Please." 

"I'm really warm." 

"Your shirt's too tight anyway," he says, hand at your collar. He thumbs open your top button, a second, and exposes the flat of your chest. His fingers slide across your neck as he folds back your starched collar. They're cool compared to the raging heat he finds there. 

You take a deep breath. 

"You could put your hands in my hair," he says. Wishful thinking has hope colouring his tone. 

You put your hands on his shoulders. The very tips of your fingers partition his curls. 

He raises an arm above your mess of limbs to weave a hand behind your ear. It's then that you feel his callouses, so rough against the delicate skin of your scalp. Despite their texture, you find it feels good. He tucks his hand in tight, and slowly, slowly turns your head to the side. 

"Look up," he murmurs. 

You lift your head and stare at the ceiling with widened eyes. 

He can't know but he does, and he says, "Close your eyes." The heat of his breath kisses your neck.  

You shiver at the suggestion of his lips, and again when they press to your skin. Close-lipped, Eddie kisses the skin just under your ear where on the opposite side of your head his thumb strokes quarter circles. You're quickly overwhelmed by the duelling sensations. You don't notice his lips have parted until he's kissing a sloven path downward, his spit cooling in wake. 

This isn't a hickey, this is straight up kissing, and you don't know what to do with how you feel. You hide your hands in his hair. 

It tugs him forward. He reads your hands for enthusiasm, and if it is or isn't he pulls you closer still and opens his mouth against your skin. His teeth are impossible to ignore. 

Your hand works further into his hair, getting caught in a tangle as he sucks your skin between his lips. His lazy mouthing turns insistent but still gentle, his teeth scratching ever so slightly at your pulse as it capers beneath his ministrations. You gasp at the warmth blossoming under your ribs. You cup the back of his neck a touch too tight. 

He doesn't stop kissing you, only grabs your wrist to stop you from choking him out. You make a sound you've never made with him before, a mewl, all breathless and teary as the sensation worsens. Which is to say, betters. 

He breaks a particularly rough kiss to suck in breath, his nose sliding up the curve of your neck as he leans back. "You okay?" he murmurs, half-lidded eyes locking onto your flushed face. 

"Why does it feel like that?" you ask. 

He drops his head, his nose level with your chin. "I don't know," he says, punctuating with a kiss right there, the closest bit of skin he can find. "Want me to do it again?" 

You swallow and he must see it. He says nothing, wrapping his arms around your waist as he waits for you to respond. Your stomach pushes into his, your arms braced on his shoulder so you don't collapse into his front, limp with touch. 

"Sweetheart, can I do it again?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say, quiet but enthusiastic. "Please." 

He's slower this time. Eddie leans into your neck and doesn't kiss you at first, his lips so close to your skin that you can feel their phantom. You skin tingles from his previous scandalising, and it doesn't beg, skin can't beg, but you can, you curl your arm behind his neck and hook his head there, crushing his hair to the crook of your arm. He doesn't take much convincing beyond that. His lips smush against your neck and you feel every millimetre as they part, heat and warmth and wet spreading like budding flowers come to bloom. You melt into him soon after, and Eddie takes your weight in stride, hand at the small of your back and pulling you in so hard you can feel his ribs. 

When you think you're used to it —not used to it, but expecting what can be expected— Eddie nips you. Tiny dainty kisses broken up with a nibbling you'd couldn't describe as anything but playful. He laughs at your gasping and does it again, again, giddy hot laughter mixed with one of the strangest feelings you've ever been subjected to. You're molten. You're dizzy with it.

Eddie pulls back enough to ask, "I'm gonna undo another button, okay? Just one. Is that alright?" 

"What for?" 

"So I can kiss your shoulder. Just your shoulder." He sounds pleading, desperately excited in a way you've never heard him and you want to know what it'll feel like, so you let him. 

This next button unveils the top of your bra and the soft hills of your breasts. He doesn't look, barely glances at his hand as he tugs your shirts down your arm, diving into the juncture of your neck like he needs it to breathe. His kisses are proper compared to some of the stuff he's been doing, but then he opens his mouth and the flat of his tongue wets your skin as he kisses kisses kisses down your shoulder. His hand is somewhere under your shirt, fingers slipped under your bra strap and pulling teasingly at the elastic as he eases you down in his arms. You're shorter than him where you'd started taller, totally compressed in his arms and at his mercy.

When he pulls back, the slimmest ribbon of spit shines between your shoulder and his lips. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, his eyes glassy, and that hand cups your face. He pretty much grabs you, but there's not a lick of cruelty in his touch. Eddie's rough. Never cruel. 

"You're on fire," he says. It's objective rather than joking. "You're so hot. Do you want to stop?" 

"Not– not unless you want to," you say, trying to quieten your breathing. You sound like you've run a marathon. It feels like it. 

"I'm gonna give you a real one, cool?" 

"I didn't know they weren't real." 

"Oh, sweetheart," he says, and his eyes are damning, a loving pity in the black of his blown pupils, "I was just warming you up." 

Your mind blanks. 

"Make sure I can hide it," you say. 

You aren't thinking straight, concerned about hiding his hickeys but not what this means for the two of you. His unexpected hunger, and your willingness to let him eat you whole. 

"I don't think you can hide it anymore," he says, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 

You look down at his lips. They're rosy, swollen from the pressure.

He sees you looking. 

He yanks you in by the waist and sizes you up, almost, like he's calling your bluff, not spiteful but something mean about him as he stares at your mouth in return. 

Like he doesn't want you to make the mistake. Like he knows you won't. 

His hand tips your chin up high and he ducks his own down. An inch and you'd be kissing. That's all it would take.

"Is that really what you want?" he asks.

"I don't know," you say. Is it what he wants?

It has to be. 

"Have you wanted to, before?" He draws a line down your cheek with his marriage finger. Fast as a heavy tear. "You want me to kiss you?" 

"Yeah," you whisper, trying to make sense of this, your sudden confession, a secret want pushed into the light. 

Eddie turns his hand and strokes down your cheek with the back of it, pushing any dampened baby hairs away from your skin. His gaze softens. 

"Was that so hard?" he asks. 

"You knew?"

He kisses you. He's smiling, and he doesn't take just one. He must kiss you four or five times, your lips parted enough to know he could push it further if he wanted, but he doesn't. These kisses are unhurried, missing the ravenous passion of his hickeying but not the fondness. 

"You don't know how hard it is," he says after he's broken away, his forehead tipped against yours, "how hard it is to have someone look at you like you look at me everyday, like I'm something you can't have." 

"I didn't know–" you knew. You felt the same. His kissing is evidence alone. it's confessional.

"I know. Guess I thought nothing good would come of it, but– but I don't want good. I want you." 

He pulls back quickly, like you've said something confessional rather than him. He surprised himself. 

"I'm not good?" you ask. 

"You're good. You'll ruin me, that's all." 

You don't have time to ask him what he means by that. He kisses you again, kisses your cheek, draws a line of crescent moons down along your neck to the mess he's made of you. He kisses– he sucks your neck so hard, so sudden, that goosebumps erupt and you can't stop yourself from saying, "Ohh," as you cling to his shoulders. 

This is the vampire thing he'd talked about, the points of his teeth stark against your skin even now. There's another layer of vulnerability unveiled here, knowing that he could really hurt you and knowing he never would. He kisses you until you're overwhelmed by him. Heat everywhere. Sweat shining on your skin. You don't want anything else but this.

You squeak as the pressure turns from pleasurable to too much. Eddie hears the pain in it and pulls away, instantly sorry and willing to prove it, his hands cradling your face. 

You pant. He shushes you gently.

"Sorry, baby." He pets your cheeks. 

Your head falls back, too heavy on your sore neck. You feel wiped. 

Wiped, but good. Lax. 

"That was nice," you say breathlessly. 

Eddie sits up and drags you with him, hand behind your neck to prop you up. He's laughing again, his awful sweet laugh that you've heard a thousand times before. It never fails to make you smile. 

"You're like a dead fish." 

You cover an eye with your hand. "I take it the romance is over." 

"You thought that was romantic? Babe, I'm only getting started." 

Eddie gives you a quick peck. Where his hickey had felt like the heart of a star growing hotter with each passing second, his smaller kiss feels like the sun through blinds, a dappling of warmth. 

"Are you messing with me?" you ask.

He pushes his arms over your shoulders for a hug. 

"No. Not messing with you." His nose rubs against the shell of your ear. "It's about time we talked." 

You let your hand drift down the dip of his back.

"Okay," you mumble. Talking. You need to talk about whatever it is that just happened. 

"...Maybe I'll get you a glass of water first," he adds.

"That's a good idea." 

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and if you did, please consider letting me know/reblogging, it means the world to me and makes a big difference!! ♡ NOTE: Eddie def pines back if that isn't fully clear, I tried to imply it with his date where he could've hooked up with someone but didn't go through with it, it was cos he's too in lurve

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[toomanybandstocare]

{Somebody to Love, Queen}

Program: A lazy day in, hidden from the world. It's the perfect excuse, as if you ever needed one, to fall further in love with Eddie Munson. But one little quirk of his makes you skeptical of some of his habits.

Pairing: Eddie Musnon x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Pet names (Dewdrop, Dove, and Baby), Reader is described as "sleepy little self" once but not in reference to physical appearance, Mentions of Dead Poets Society (nothing specific to the ending, bc at this camp we also mourn that ending and cant accept it), Make out but not graphic

Length: 1200w

Counselor Notes: This for @staygoldwriting who sent me the warmest request ever. But I am a rainy day duderino, and it's the first time it's rained in a month. I couldn't not make it a rainy, lazy day in. <3

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Rain patters echo through the trailer as they drop against the roof and dribble down the porch awning. Soft gray clouds coolly illuminate the inside of the Munson home and wash everything in a sleepy warmth. The hum of a faded Queen record plays from the living room so quietly that it just barely accompanies the storm’s symphony.

Eddie leans against the kitchen counter and the cool bite of metal against his side sends shivers of content. Sweatpants shift lower on his hips as he putters in place to grab breakfast makings. It’s not often the helltown of Hawkins decides to be quiet for a day. Where every critter and person agrees to stay bundled at home and enjoy the sleepy day without a worry.

The refrigerator door clangs and clashes as the condiments on the door shelf scatter, and Eddie winces from the frosty nip that bites his shirtless chest. Pulling out the milk and softly closing the door while he moves back to the counter, Eddie hopes you’re already awake as he pours two glasses of milk and sets the carton on the countertop. He scratches his tousled curls in thought unable to remember where he put the Honeycomb in his rush to make it to school yesterday.

Cabinets doors closing and tired mumbles greet you when stumble into the kitchen. Bleary eyes soften while you watch Eddie dance around the kitchen and trip over his own feet. His hums send warm, gentle waves through your body. You quietly pad over to him and press yourself to his back while wrapping your arms around his tummy. Rubbing your cheek into his warmth, you mumble, “Morning, baby”.

Shocks of tenderness shoot through Eddie where you touch him. One arm raised and pulling the cereal box from its hiding place, Eddie peers around his shoulder and melts at the sight of your sleepy little self tucking yourself into him. 

“Morning, dewdrop. How’d you sleep?” Eddie whispers, his morning voice rumbles in bliss. He turns to lean into the counter with his side once more and pulls you into his other.

“Would’ve been better if I woke up with you,” you pout, lightly nipping at his exposed pec. You narrow your eyes at his lighthearted chuckles

“Can’t waste a rainy day by sleeping in, dove,” Eddie rubs the small of your back. Taking a handful of Honeycombs in his other hand, he then drops a few in his mouth and takes a gulp of milk. “Better to be up and enjoy a lazy day together. How about we stop by Family Video and pick out some flicks for a marathon today,” he mumbles with another mouthful.

You scrunch your nose at the few falling crumbs that tumble onto you. “Stop eating all the cereal, or we’re not gonna have any for breakfast,” you try to steal the box away from him. His arm presses you into an inescapable hold. You freeze as Eddie lightly digs his fingertips into your side. 

“Don’t. You. Dare,” you hiss.

Eddie’s soft smile slowly warps into a shit eating grin that blinds you. The silent command for a flurry of butterflies to attack your stomach when his fingers press into your skin. Your shared giggles and squeals rise over the music and rain in an adoring crescendo. Your chest pounds, begging for relief. Eddie’s curls don’t help either and instead of acting as his hideaway, they now join the tickle fight. Brushing against your neck, his soft tangles burn your skin with the feather light touches.

“I work so hard,” Eddie laughs, “to make us breakfast for our cozy day in, and you don’t even notice?” He launches a sneak attack and blows a raspberry where your ear and jaw meet. When you thrash in his hold in a desperate attempt to escape, he pulls you in close with both arms. Squeezing your waist, Eddie guides you to sit on top of the counter and stands between your legs. 

As your chest heaves, drinking in as much as air your lungs desire, your eyes flutter close. Eddie’s soft lips trail across your face and scatter small kisses everywhere they can. Happiness buzzes through you when Eddie makes his home in the crook of your neck. Carefully cradling your cheek in one hand as his other rubs little circles on your thigh, he litters little pecks up and down your neck. A sigh graces your smile from the buzz Eddie gives you, and he takes it as the opportune moment to lay a soft kiss to your lips. Slowly moving with each other, both of you are absorbed in each other’s presence.

Lazy nips to your bottom lips that bring out gentle groans.

Teasing traces of tongue leave you dizzy and searching for more.

Little scratches at Eddie’s neck ground you as best as they can. Trying to hold onto reality, you so eagerly want to fall into a daze only focused on his love.

Squeezes to your body, hold Eddie in reality. Completely ready to disappear from the world with you, he knows that today will be the day to bask in each other’s love. Sealed away from everything outside as the rain hides you from the sight of peering eyes.

Pulling away, Eddie presses a few more quick kisses to your pouted lips when you whine in protest. He hands you your glass of milk and balances the box of Honeycombs between your bodies as he takes his own glass. 

“Just give it a try,” Eddie nudges your knee with his.

He looks at you with wide eyes with an encouraging look of ‘see, it’s not so bad’ as he drops some cereal in his mouth and takes another gulp of milk. You shake your head and unceremoniously grab a handful from the box. With an unimpressed look, you meet Eddie’s excited gaze as you repeat his actions.

As you chew the sweet, dry crisps and follow with a sip of cold milk, shock washes through you. It wasn’t world changing, no. It was just mundane. A lazy solution for not spoiling any additional dishes. So why is giddiness bubbling into a surprised look of realization?

Eddie raises his hands in victory, “I know. I know. I’m a genius, baby”. He leaves a little kiss to the temple of your head and giggles pour from both your lips. “S’the perfect lazy day breakfast,” Eddie concludes with another mouthful.

Swallowing his bite, Eddie trails his free hand up your leg and squeezes your hip: “Still interested in that movie marathon?”

“Only if we get to watch Dead Poets Society,” you counter. Your free hand rests on his upper arm and responds with a gentle tap.

“As if that’s a question,” Eddie huffs, “We need more people like Mr. Keating in this world, and it’s the best cozy day film”. Eddie taps you, a now serious look shadows his previous light expression, “Only if we stop it after the cast bow”.

“As if that’s a question,” you tease and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Falling into each other’s embrace once more, the lovers enjoy their company with a blanket of hominess enveloping the Munson residence.

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[happyimagines]

Worth It: Eddie Munson/Reader

This is kind of like a part two to this.

Word Count: 1.5K

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The bell rang signalling that classes were over it was time for lunch. Bodies began filling the hall, elbows moving people out the way so that they could be the first in line, first to their table, or just to make their way to their friends. The sounds of the hall were silent under the music filling my ears. In one hand, I gripped my book to my chest, not daring to try and attempt reading it while walking the halls filled with my classmates. In my other hand, I gripped my lunch bag making sure it didn’t slip from my hand.

A hand touched mine causing me to jump and jerk my hand away. In doing so, I accidentally hit Eddie who raised his hands in defence. The two of us stopped in the hallway, other students shooting looks our way for creating a traffic jam. He smiled and said something, his busted lip was healing quickly from the last week. I raised an eyebrow at him. Realising that I wasn’t able to hear him because of my headphones, Eddie held his hands up before gently moving them to around my neck.

“Munson,” I greeted with a smile. He paused when I used his last name as opposed to his first.

“I was calling, but it appears that someone else had your attention.”

“ABBA always has my attention.” I joked. Eddie rolled his eyes at my music choice and I looked him over. There were still a few bruises on his face, but they were turning pink. The cut above his eyebrow had healed and hopefully there wouldn’t be a scar. As for the bruises on his shirt, they were still visible from the collar of his shirt and had deepened in colour.

“My eyes are up here,” Eddie joked when he caught me staring at his chest.

“I’m checking on your bruises.” I told him with a roll of my eyes.

“Well, I actually wanted to thank you again for helping me.” Eddie lowered his head to my ear and i could feel the hairs stand on my neck.

“Hmm,” I hummed. “I think that there’s a way you can do that, Munson.”

“And here I thought we were on a first name basis, (Y/N).”

“You’ll have to kiss me for that, Munson.”

Eddie took my lunchbox from me freeing my hand so he could link his fingers with mine. He raised our hands up and kissed the back of mine. There was a smile on his face as he pulled me into an empty classroom and took my book and lunchbox to set on a table, letting go of my hands. As quickly as he had set them on the table, he turned back to me, his hands going to waist.

“Munson, it’s lunch-”

“I want to kiss you,” Eddie told me. While the events of last week had transpired, Eddie wasn’t one to outright kiss me. It was always a waist to see if I would let him,

“I want to kiss you too,” I said giving him permission. Eddie grinned before kissing me, him gently pushing me against the wall, our bodies flushed against one another as I ran my fingers through his hair.

Then my stomach growled causing Eddie to laugh against my lips.

“Really?”

“It’s lunchtime, and I’m hungry.” I pointed out. “Besides, I brought you a sandwich if that’ll make you feel better.”

Eddie sighed and put his head against mine. I breathed in his scent, it was almost woodsy.

“Come on, Munson.” I moved around him and went to the table to grab my things. Eddie turned to look at me, his hand in his hair pulling it across his face shyly. “Okay, Eddie.” I held out my hand to him. He took it and the two of us left the classroom to enter a mostly empty hallway. We made our way to the cafeteria and joined the rest of the Hellfire club at their table.

Eddie greeted his other club members as I opened my lunchbox. I nudged Eddie and drew his attention from the others and handed him a sandwich that I had packed for him. He smiled gratefully as he took it and began eating. As I began eating my own sandwich, I opened my book on the table and picked up where I had left off, pulling my headphones back on. Eddie put an arm around my waist pulling my chair closer to his so that our knees bumped. In the corner of my eye, I saw him glance at me, a smile on his face. I smiled until I left a hand on my shoulder that gripped it too tightly for my liking. My headphones were pulled off roughly.

I turned my head to see Jason Clark standing behind me with his teammates. Eddie glanced at me and his jaw tightened, the bruise on his face popping out as he thought about the fact that his last interaction with them didn’t go so well.

“(Y/N), I see that you’re with the freak table.” There was a bitter smile on his face and I could see a dark red patch on his cheek, most likely from where Eddie had hit him.

“Go away Jason. You have your table.” I told him keeping my voice level. Eddie’s grip tightened on my waist protectively.

“I told Munson here that you’re probably just another demon-preaching whore.”

“That’s it,” Eddie let go of my waist and stood up so he was face-to-face with Jason. I stood up and put a hand on his arm.

“Jason, just because you think that adding numbers is demonic, it might explain why you aren’t doing well in maths. Or maybe English since you aren’t that intelligent.”

“You realise what you’re doing to yourself by hanging with the freak’s, right?”

“I’m not hanging with freaks, I’m with my friends.” I shrugged my shoulders. Eddie looked back between Jason and I wondering whether he should step in.

“You have a problem?” Jason turned to Eddie, his hand turning into a fist. “Because you remember what happened last time I said something about-”

“Hey Jason, if you want me to help you pass any of your classes, I highly suggest moving on.” I stood in front of Eddie, cutting Jason off from him. Eddie touched my back gently.

“Fine.” Jason turned and walked away, his team following him. As they did, I sat back down and sighed, putting my head in my hands. Eddie sat next to me and rubbed my back without saying anything.

The final bell rang and class had ended for the day. My headphones returned back to my head and I walked to my car. Leaning against my car was Jason and I stopped. He looked up and there was a smile on his face that made my skin crawl.

“Excuse me, Jason.” I sighed pulling off my headphones. “I would like to go home.”

“I can drive you home.”

“You know that that’s my car, right?” I raised my eyebrows. Jason opened his mouth to say something but then closed it when he realised that he was in fact in front of my car and offering me a ride home was pointless.

“Well, in that case, maybe I can take you on a date. That way you can be with a real man.”

I groaned and pinched my nose.

“Jason, I swear to god, if you don’t leave me or Eddie alone, I will go straight to Chrissy and tell her everything that has happened.” I took a step towards him. Jason stared at me. “I have Chrissy’s number; she and I are science partners.”

“You’re lucky your boyfriend’s behind you.” Jason told me. I looked in the car reflection behind Jason to see that Eddie was in fact behind me.

“Is that a threat?” Eddie asked stepping towards, he put a hand on my back to let me know he was there.

“What exactly are your plans, Jason? How about you leave before you can fail English any further.”

Jason looked between the two of us before realising that there were other people in the parking lot that would have witness whatever he had planned. Deciding against doing anything too rash, Jason stormed past the two of us, making sure to bump us both. After a few minutes, I opened my car door and threw my stuff in it.

“I was so close to punching him.” I turned to Eddie. “Like really close.”

“He isn’t worth it.” Eddie put his arms around my waist.

“He said some stuff about you. And it made me angry.”

“That’s exactly what he did with me.” Eddie rested his head against mine and his eyes met mine.

“What would you have done? Got into another fight over me? You know it isn’t worth it, right?”

“You, (Y/N), are always worth it.”

“God, Eddie, you need to stop looking at me with those eyes.” I laughed and put my face into my hands.

“Aw, you used my first name and still like my pretty cow eyes? I’m one lucky guy.”

“Oh, shut up, Eddie.” I laughed and pulled him in for a kiss.

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[farfromharry]

Beth Munson blurbs ✧･ﾟ: *

Summary: All the small moments of our favourite family that didn’t quite make it into the series <3

Word count -

Warnings - language, shitty parents

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Pre 1986 beth non existent

y/n's childhood

eddie’s childhood

eddie and wayne arguing

1986 - 1990 toddler beth

the first time eddie and beth are left alone

the first time tulip meets beth

fluffy eddie and beth

beth and eddie sharing his bed

1991 - 1994 pre lola

beths scared of thunderstorms

beth and veronica's meeting

eddie and beth reuniting after the honeymoon

1995 - 1998 pre jessie

1999 onwards

eddie meeting beth’s boyfriend

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