#eddie munson prompt

[eddiesxangel]

I Don’t Think We Are In 1986 Anymore? | Eddie Munson x Reader

Participating in the Stranger Prompts directly from the Twilight Zone. Created by @bettyfrommars @allthingsjoeq @somnambulic-thing 🖤

Choose a prompt from the list, add in your choice of Eddie or Steve, and spin the story however you like!

Combining two prompts bc why not ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

1.He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago

11. You find a man hiding in your house, and he says he’s from another dimension.

cw: Mentions of Eddie's death (dw he ain't dead) and his injuries from the upsidedown.

wc: 2.3k

1986

It had been two months since the events of Vecna ensued. There was a memorial for the friends and families of the victims who suffered the gruesome death caused by the supernatural creature. Unfortunately, Eddie Munson was still considered to be the culprit and did not get the chance to defend himself against the wrath of the people of Hawkins.

Only those who knew Eddie in the end stood at his grave site, unable to retrieve his body; they mourned the loss of their friend at an empty grave.

Eventually, life moved on, and his friends kept his spirit alive by regularly talking about him and the stories of Eddie the Banished turning into Eddie the Brave. They never would let one another forget the events of that fatal night...

2024

You were just getting out of the shower, walking into your bedroom to get ready for your work day. It was about 6:39am. Your usually morning routine as going to plan, you were about to pick out an outfit before sitting to dry your hair.

That was before you were almost frightened half to death. A blood-curdling scream left your throat when you saw a young man covered in dirt and filth crouched in your closet.

He screamed back in return, being more scared about what was happening to him that you seemed to understand.

Eddie had gone through literal hell, and back that had left him emotionally and physically drained. He found himself waking up back in the real world, unsure of how he'd gotten there. Looking around, he realized he was in a place resembling his hometown of Hawkins, but something was off.

He was in immense pain and covered with his own blood, demobat blood and dirt… lots of it. It was caked into his skin as he looked down at himself, it looked like he went through a mud slide. His fingers were a deep earth colour and he couldn’t tell where the blood started and the dirt stopped. He could feel the dried cracked mud covering his face. It made him think about how anyone could stand those mud masks if they made your skin feel this tight and dry.

Despite the confusion, Eddie recognized where he was. He was in the trailer park, or what used to be the trailer park. It was the same plot of land where he had lived for years. The street signs confirmed this, but there were houses instead of trailers.

As he looked around, he noticed that the tree to the west, which had always been a familiar sight, had aged considerably. Its branches were bent and twisted, and its leaves had turned a dull brown colour.

Eddie couldn't help but wonder how much time had passed since he had last been in this place. He felt uneasy, unsure of what to do next. What he did know was that he needed to get his wounds patched up, take a shower, and get some food. There was no way he was going to a hospital, so he tried his luck, and the house's back door, where his uncle's trailer use to be, was unlocked.

Eddie had no clue what time it was or what day. So he risked walking into the house, look around for any signs of life and decided to enter.

As he felt a parching thirst, he walked towards the refrigerator and opened it. Inside, he saw a clear and chilled water bottle that caught his eye and immediately reached for it. He twisted the cap open and took a few big gulps, feeling the water quench his thirst and refresh his body.

As he drank the water, his eyes wandered inside the fridge, and he spotted a shiny red apple lying on the shelf. He decided to take it, as he felt a sudden pang of hunger and knew that he needed some nutrients to boost his energy levels, not really having any since Chrissy's death a few weeks ago. It was a miracle, he didn’t starve to death let alone escape the Upsidedown.

He reached for the apple and turned it around in his hand, not bothering to wash it before he took a bite, feeling the crunch of the juicy flesh and the sweet taste of the fruit. After he ravaged the apple, Eddie spotted some packed cold cuts and some cheese. He swiped those and made his way to try and find a bathroom.

Eddie didn't have much luck on the first floor as he wandered your house, so he walked up the stairs and saw your bedroom door open. Before he could look elsewhere, he heard running water being shut off and a light hum coming from what he could only assume was the bathroom. So Eddie panicked and jumped into your closet to hide.

After a few more minutes of terrified screaming, as you stood there in nothing but your bath towel, you threatened to call the police.

"Please, no, I'm not going to hurt you, I swear! I'm innocent!"

"Innocent! You broke into my home."

"I'm sorry I was so hungry, and you have no idea the month I have had." He got up, and you flinched, stepping back and gripping your towel tighter.

As the man stood, you noticed he was limping; he had dried blood smeared on his clothes and face. He looked to be in a lot of pain.

Against your better judgment, you felt sorry for him. He looked scared and helpless, not to mention dressed peculiarly. He had a bandana wrapped around his head, covering his long hair. Guys don't have that kind of long of hair nowadays. He also wore a bulky green vest over a leather jacket—odd for the summer months? and his shoes, they were vintage.

"I should call you an ambulance or something." You mumble as you try to cover as much of your body as you can.

"No!"

He screamed, and you flinched again. You looked over to your dresser where your phone was sitting, wondering if you could get to it before this psycho kills you.

"I'm sorry, but no, no hospitals." He shakes his head; he looks like he might cry.

"But you're hurt!" you protest. Why? You don't know. You have an extreme empathy meter, and now you hate yourself for it.

"What day is it?" He changes the subject.

"Friday"

"No I mean… last I remember it was March?."

"It’s May 17th, 2024," you reiterate.

"Excuse me? I think I have dirt still in my ears. You said what now?" He chuckles uncomfortably.

"It's May."

"No, I heard that; what year is it?" He asks with a hard tone.

"Two-thousand-and-twenty-four," you sound out each syllable like it was an idiot.

"Jesus H Christ," He whispers as his doe eyes get even bigger than you thought possible.

You didn't know what to do, this guy clearly needed help and maybe a psych evaluation, but you wanted to help him. If he had wanted to murder you he would have done so already.

"What is your name?" You bravely ask.

"Eddie... uh.... Munson"

"WHAT" you scream, almost dropping your towel in shock.

"What? What's wrong? I'm innocent; I swear I didn't hurt that girl!"

"No, I know that! I know that name... But Eddie Munson died in the eighties?"

"Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I am, in fact, Eddie Munson and very much alive... unfortunately."

"What year were you born?" Maybe this was a coincidence? Maybe, there could be two Eddie Munsons from Hawkins, Indiana, who your father never shut the fuck up about.

"1965" He answered confidently.

"You sure about that?" you question."

"You want me to go back in time to get my birth certificate?" He still can't believe he is in the year 2024, but then again he just went through a lot of stuff he still cant wrap his head around.

"No, no, it’s just you’re very young for a 59-year-old," You giggle.

"I’m not crazy!"

He looked kinda crazy

"Ok, ok, I’m sorry." Why were you apologizing?

"What year were you born?" he asks.

"1995"

"Woah." He walks over and plops himself on your vanity chair. This was too much. Eddie wanted to go home—to be clean, eat, and be with his uncle. Now, he was stuck in another dimension. The future?

You stood there and watched as the wheels in Eddie's head started to turn.

"Listen... I uh- fuck I'm absolutely insane," You mumbled to yourself. "I will let you use my shower... and I'll give you some clean clothes. I'll give you my phone to call whoever, okay?" That would be you and him sometime.

"Thank you." He signed. His shoulder dropped and he genuinely looked relieved.

You walked to your closet to get him a fresh towel and showed him to the bathroom. You also grabbed a fresh toothbrush for him. Who knows the last time he had access to a bathroom? As he stripped, you saw a very familiar, albeit ripped, logo plastered on his chest under the layers of grime.

You had to confirm with your dad what this Eddie Munson looked like. You felt like you were going crazy.

When Eddie was in the shower, you finally changed into clothes and immediately called your dad.

"Hey, Honey, what's going on?" He sounds like he was just waking up.

"I need your help!" you half scream in a whispered tone.

"Are you hurt has happened?" Your dad piped out of bed frantically.

"No, I'm okay, I need you to come here as soon as possible, its an emergency"

"Ok im coming. Do you need me to stay on the phone?"

"No, but I need you to get here as soon as possible." You bite your nail out of habit.

"Ok, ok, you're freaking me out-" You hear the jingle of keys and your mom yelling in the background "-you promise you're okay?"

"Yes, just please get here. Now," You hang up and collect Eddie's clothes and throw them into the washing machine.

Once you hang up with your dad, you call in sick to work because there is no way you're going in now. This had to be some weird fever dream. The wheels in your head were turning, and you saw Eddie emerge from the bathroom, cleaned up and no longer dark brown from being caked in blood and dirt.

Your eyes widen as you fully take in the man standing in your house. You finally recognized him; you had seen his picture plenty of times before.

"What? What is wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost?" He half smiles, and your heart swells. You can't believe what's happening, but you have to play it cool.

"Do-uh, do you need any help with uh-" You motioned to his middle; there was a nasty gash on his side; it looked irritated and swollen.

"Um, yeah, if you have any alcohol or something to clean it?"

"Ok, I should, um, you can go to my room; I left you some sweatpants that should fit and a t-shirt." You pass by him back into the bathroom to find your first aid kit.

"Uh, so I don't know if this is expired or not; let me just google how long rubbing alcohol can be opened for." you smile, picking up your phone and not giving it a second thought.

"What a Goolgle?"

This made you chuckle.

"An internet web browser," you smile, typing away.

“What’s that?” he points to your cell phone.

"A cellphone?" Maybe he was telling the truth about being from 1986?

"That’s not a cell phone." He scoffs.

"Yes it is" you giggle.

"You can call people from that thing?"

"And go online, FaceTime; it holds music, takes pictures, text, it has a flashlight, it even has a calculator." you wink.

"Face what?"

"Oh, uh. Video call… "

"Woah," Eddie was shocked.

"It can do a bunch of other stuff, but uh, let's stick to researching the life of opened-up rubbing alcohol, shall we?"

You find out that it should be safe to use, dab it on a cotton ball, and gently pat Eddie's wound, and he winces at the sting.

After a few minutes of silent concentration, you stand up with a satisfied smile.

"That should do it. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" you motion for him to follow you, and he does as he pulls the only band shirt over his wet mop.

"Uh yeah, anything. I'll take anything." Eddie was still famished.

You get some eggs, bread, and bacon, a quick and hearty meal for him.

As the sizzle of the bacon fills the room, Eddie's stomach growls.

"It will be done soon" You smile from over your shoulder.

"Hey, um you never told me your name..."

"Oh, everyone calls me Birdie... Kinda named after my aunt." you smile.

"Nice to meet you, Birdie." He smiles, and your heart flutters a little.

Stop it right now. You scold yourself internally. What the fuck was wrong with you?

You shake off your thoughts about how attracted you are by the weird stranger sitting at your kitchen table and serve him his breakfast.

Eddie doesn't say much as he wolfs down the home-cooked meal.

"Oh god, this is so good," he moans just as you head a pounding at the door. Eddie freezes like a deer caught in headlights.

"It's not the cops, I promise." You reassure him, resting your hand on his forearm.

Before you can stand up, your dad unlocks your front door, running inside with your mom right on his tail.

"Birdie, honey!" He yells out.

"In the kitchen, Dad!"

"Dad?" Eddie looks to you.

You can no longer hold back your smile, and your dad comes running into the room, running to you, pulling you into a tight death grip of a hug, making sure you are, in fact, okay.

You lock eyes with the man sitting at your table. As your dad turns to see the not-so-stranger sitting at his daughter's kitchen table.

"Holly shit Eddie?!”

"Henderson?!"

"I'm calling Uncle Steve."

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[hellfirexhoe]

Smut request for Eddie finding out reader has a praise kink… sucker for a good girl mention 🤤

Absolutely YES he would absolutely 100% be into affirmation play and I love him for that. (Also I am sorry this took like 4 years to get posted!!)

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, praise kink, friends to lovers, smoking, fingering

“All I’m saying princess is that you’re too good for the losers of this town.” Eddie flicks the end of his cigarette into the ash tray before offering it to you.

“I’m not disagreeing that this town is filled with losers, but you’d think there would be at least one singular man in this town who can make a woman cum.” You take a long drag before passing back to Eddie.

"Ah, there is a man such as he." Eddie quips, using his voice reserved for “wise” NPCs in his hellfire games. You laugh at his accompanying eyebrow raise.

"Oh pray tell, who is this man of legend?" Eddie holds the cigarette between his lips and gestures to himself with dramatic flair, you barely notice because you’re busy staring at his mouth, wondering how it’s fair that him doing something as simple as holding a cigarette between his lips could be so erotic to you.

“Oooof, tough crowd.” Eddie jokes and it dawns on you that you never actually said anything, just stared at his mouth in response. You decide that enough is enough with the pining, and you quickly close the gap between you, pressing your lips hungrily to Eddie’s. He flounders for a split second, caught very off guard but quickly catches on, managing to snuff out the cigarette before pulling you onto his lap, all without breaking the kiss.

Eddie's hands are travelling all over your body, learning the way you respond has him captivated. He breaks the kiss but his lips don't leave your skin for one second, they trace paths from your lips to your neck, to your collarbone.

"Wanted this, wanted this for so fucking long." The confession leaves your lips in a flurry of words and soft sighs, Eddie doesn't let the confession dangle for long,

"Me too sweetheart." You shift on his lap and Eddie stiffens slightly as you can now feel his jean clad erection against your body, he looks up at you with an apologetic smile,

"Sorry, can't really help it when you're on my lap like this." Your lips capture his and you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies together until there's no space between you, and then you start to rock your hips against him, Eddie nips at your lip and pulls away,

"Hey, just because I'm hard doesn't mean we have to do anything. Don't... don't do this on my account."

"Are you saying you don't want me?"

"Fuck no, I'll ravish you for days if that's what you want."

"Now where did you learn a big word like ravish?" You tease and he laughs, his gorgeous head tipping back, it's warm and familiar and makes you want him all the more. You lean in and kiss him once more, this time taking his ring clad hand in yours, guiding it up your thigh, to rest on your waistband of your jeans, Eddie catches on quickly and works to unbutton, pausing with his hand resting on your lower stomach, the temperature of your skin making his rings feel cold by comparison. Then once more he pulls away from your kiss, the loss making you whine pathetically.

"You really want this? You want me?" You nod in response,

"No, words sweetheart, use your words."

"I want you, I've always wanted you."

"Good girl." Your stomach drops at the words, heat rising in your cheeks instantly, and Eddie notices this, "Oh, now that's just not fair."

You had meant to ask him what he meant but all thoughts left your head as he slipped his hand into your underwear, using the palm of his hand to rub your puffy clit while his fingers traced around your entrance, coating them in your slick as he did so. Your head falls onto his shoulder, heat leaving your cheeks as it travels down to the pit of your stomach.

"How does it feel?" Eddie is watching you closely, the intensity making you feel shy, so you bury your face in his shirt, the fabric muffling your answer, Eddie stops tracing your entrance, his fingers now rubbing your clit painfully slowly,

"I need this good girl to use her words and tell me how I can make her feel so incredible." Eddie whispers into your ear, feeling your cheeks get hot again against his neck.

"S- so good Eddie, so good."

"There we go. Now let me see that blush on your pretty face." You turn your head slightly, your cheeks getting hotter as you do do,

"Aw, my little beetroot." Eddie pulls you in for a kiss as he works his fingers faster and with more pressure, making you moan into the kiss, hands coming up to tangle in his hair only coming up for air when you start to feel light headed. Your hips are starting to twitch at every touch, you're teetering the line of overstimulation and you're not sure whether to beg for him to stop or cry for more, so you settle for pathetic whimpers,

"Oh sweet girl, is it too much for you?" There's concern in Eddie's voice, sure, but there's a teasing edge to it. You shake your head,

"No .. not too much.. Want more."

Eddie keeps his pace around your clit, his other arm locking you into place so your hips can't move to reduce the stimulation, your thighs start to shake in response, you're getting so close now.

"I know baby, I know. You're doing so good for me, just a little more." Eddie coos into your ear, punctuating his sentence with a soft bite to your ear lobe.

Your whole body is starting to tremble in his arms, your heavy lids close over your eyes and your jaw is slack as you feel yourself on the edge of orgasm, Eddie starts to increase the pressure of his fingers around your clit, and you're fairly sure your brain short circuits as you cry out in pleasure, pulling him close as your orgasm hits you, Eddie not stopping his motions until you've fully ridden it out and are grabbing his arm to still his hand.

Your head comes to rest against his shoulder once more as you try to catch your breath and steady the tremors going through you.

"Jesus." Is all you can manage,

"Told you there was a guy in Hawkins who could make you cum." Eddie rubs soothing circles into your back, "You did so well for me." He adds, softly.

"Give me a second and I'll help you out." You breathe out, still trembling slightly. Eddie chuckles and you hear the nervousness in it, you lift your heavy lids to glance at him, it's his turn to blush now.

"That really won't be necessary." Eddie gently lifts you off his lap and gestures to a darkened spot on his jeans, "Gotta say, no girl has ever made me cum in my pants before."

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[harrywavycurly]

You know what prompt I want to write for Eddie so badly? The damn “will you be my husband really quick?” prompt because you can’t tell me that man wouldn’t instantly put his cigarette out and wrap an arm around your shoulders so he can pull you into him so he can place his lips to the top of your head and whisper “who we trying to piss off Princess?” into your ear while his eyes scan the bar for potential assholes you could be avoiding.🫠🤤

#I’m gonna write this don’t worry I just had to get the main idea out lol #Eddie Munson prompt #eddie munson concept #eddie munson au #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

[ikarakie]

eddie the kinda guy to see 'hold me' painted onto an escalators railings and proceed to sit there for fifteen minutes dramatically consoling the machine because "you should've told me you were struggling! of course i'll hold you!" all whilst fake crying and dabbing his 'tears' with his handkerchief

#steve fully just abandons him because jesus fucking christ #and my wife fully walked away from me! walked all the way to the laser printers... and just stood there blair witch style. #stranger things #prompt #steddie #steve harrington #imagine #stranger things prompt #eddie munson #steddie prompt #steve and eddie #steddie fic #eddie munson hc #steddie hc #steddie headcanon #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson prompt #inspired by some escalators i saw.

[obsessedelusional]

Trigger Warning

parings ✦ Eddie Munson x Reader

summary ✦ A friend ship with Robin leads to a crush on Eddie Munson. One drunken night changes everything, suddenly Munson has a girlfriend. The group can’t help but assume it’s you. It’s not. Contains Smut

authors note ✦ Feedback and reblogs appreciated! Thank you for all the love!!!

A year ago you befriended Robin which quickly turned into you being integrated into her friend group, you fit right in. Eddie took a certain fondness to you, which you never fully understood. You considered your self plain and boring while Eddie was the complete opposite. But you couldn’t help but feel like he gravitated towards you whenever the group got together, flirting with you so outwardly. You never minded forming a crush on him shortly after meeting him.

You thought maybe you were over thinking the way Eddie acted around you but when Robin noticed it too, that validated your feelings. She was determined to make it happen, getting Steve in on it. Those two were constantly trying to push you two together. According to Robin the whole group shipped you two together. She had to explain that one to you not understanding what shipping two people together meant.

Robin begged you to come to a house party that the girl she liked was attending. You didn’t go to parties so you politely declined. Until she brought of the fact that one of the attendees would be Eddie.

“Fine I guess I’ll show up.” You whine pretending to be annoyed.

“I had a feeling that would work. Steve will pick you up at 10!” She says before before hanging up with no goodbyes. You chuckle at how excited she is.

—

A text from Robin letting you know they’re here puts a smile on your face as you run out the door straight to his BMW. You let your self into the back seat, Robin turns to face you, “You ready to get drunk?”

When you don’t respond fast enough Steve chimes in, “Why am I always the DD? When is it my turn to get drunk?”

“Never. You’re permanently my own personal driver. Suck it the fuck up.” She laughs as Steve starts the ignition and drives off, doing as he’s told. You’ve never drank before or got high before joining this friend group. Most of the time only participating because Eddie would be the one initiating it. Thinking it’s sad you’d do anything that boy asked of you.

Doesn’t take long before Steve parks in front of the house, just down the street from your home. Robin is the first out of Steve’s car. Steve and you follow far behind her. Once inside Steve says, “I wonder if Jessica’s here yet.” Then taking off to find his most recent situationship. Another term Robin had to explain to you.

You walk around hoping to bump into a familiar face. Eventually finding your way to the kitchen. Drinks and snacks lined up on the counter. You grab a beer, deciding if your gonna make it through the night you’re gonna need a little liquor in your system taking a big swig. Walking into the living room you see no one you know, you curse yourself for being so damn shy. Sitting down on the nearest empty seat, pulling out your phone to look busy. Sipping on the beer you found in the kitchen.

The weight of someone sitting to damn close to you pulls your attention away from your phone. Looking up you’re greeted by a guy wearing a letterman smiling, “Hey I’m Andy.”

You introduce yourself to with he responds, “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

“Thanks.” You can’t help but blush, he’s attractive.

“What’re you doing all alone?”

“My friends ditched me.” You laugh taking another sip, some how your first drink is empty.

“That’s a shame. I would never ditch you. We should do shots.” You contemplate your choices, deciding taking shots with Andy sounds better than sitting alone. Before you can answer he stands up and drags you into the kitchen. He starts pouring some liquor into two shots before passing one to you. He doesn’t hesitate shooting it back, you follow in his lead. He yells as you cringe at how bitter it tasted.

Before you know it you’ve had several shots, definitely feeling it. Knowing you’re going to regret this is the morning. You nearly trip but Andy catches you in his arms. Looking up at him was a mistake because he kisses you hard and sloppy, making your need to vomit ten times worse then before. You push away from his grip and run towards the bathroom, running inside, kneeling in front of the toilet to throw up.

As you’re vomiting someone lets them self into the bathroom. Whoever it is sits down with you holding your hair for you. You quickly recognize the voice, it’s Robin.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Andy happened.” You whine, wiping your mouth off on the sleeve of your shirt.

“Yeah we saw that.”

“Who’s we?” You groan sitting back, the room spinning.

“Eddie and I.”

“We were enjoying the show of you taking shots. That was until Andy started getting touchy. You should’ve seen Eddie, absolutely fuming.” She laughs, handing you a water bottle, you drink it.

“Then when he kissed you he stormed out.”

“Was he mad?” You ask between drinks, trying desperately to rehydrate yourself.

“Yeah. You need to go talk to him.”

“I’m too druunkkkk.” You cry, slurring your words.

“A drunk mind speaks sobers heart.” You roll your eyes at her statement, “He’s drunk too. You’ll be fine.”

“Fuck it.” Robin cheers because the liquor is giving you the courage you never had before.

“Wait!” She rummages through the bathroom cabinets finding some mouth wash, passing you the bottle. You look in the mirror wiping away the tears before taking a swig of mouth wash, spitting it into the sink.

“Go get your man!” She yells as you walk out the front door.

“Eddie!” You yelp as you notice his van sat across the street. Music playing loudly, you laugh remembering giving Eddie shit cause he’d be deaf soon if he didn’t stop listening to music so loudly. Drunkenly you walk up to his van stopping at his window, suddenly not as confident as you once were. You can’t help but laugh at how upset he looks, startling Eddie in the process. Now that he knows your here you let your self into the van.

“What the fuck? You scared the fuck out of me.”

“I had to find you. Robin said you were mad at me. Can’t have Eddie mad at me.” You pout your lip before sitting close enough to rest you head on his shoulder.

“I wasn’t mad at you.”

“I didn’t want to kiss Andy. He’s a shit kisser anyways.”

“That’s a shame.” He says flatly.

“I want to kiss you.” You say in a whisper, surprised at the words coming out of your mouth. Wondering when you got so bold. Looking up to see his reaction, he’s staring off not daring to look down at you.

“That’s the problem. You shouldn’t want to kiss me.”

“Why?” You ask.

“Because Y/N you’re smart as fuck, you’re going places. You’re gonna do something with your life. If you get caught up in my bull shit I’ll only drag you down with me.”

“We’ll I don’t care you can’t tell me who I should want to kiss.” He groans, rubbing his eyes. A silence falls over the two of you, irritating your drunken self. You sit up so your face is level with him.

“Guess I’ll just have to go kiss on Andy.” You let out a loud sigh, teasing Eddie in the hopes he’ll stop you. He finally looks at you, trying hard not to smile. He can tell your only trying to make him jealous.

“Please don’t make me Eddie. I only want you.”

“You have no idea how badly I want you.” He laughs. That’s more than enough for you because you crush your lips into his. This kiss more passionate then the one you previously shared with Andy. You can sense Eddie’s hesitation but that quickly fades when your hands find their way to the back of his head, pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. Eddie can’t control himself a low husky moan leaves his lips mid kiss.

You’re the one to pull away eventually panting, “I live down the street. Walk me home won’t you?” You smile and Eddie agrees. You two get out of his van and start the short walk.

“Where are you shoes?” He laughs. Looking down at your feet you shrug, can’t remember the last time you seen them. The looking down almost causes you to trip but Eddie catches you. So you hold onto his hand the rest of the way.

At your front door you ask Eddie to come inside. “What about you parents?”

“It’s only my mom and she leaves every weekend to go visit her boyfriend.” Eddie can sense the sadness in your voice but doesn’t say anything.

“Are you coming?” You whine, he nods, and follows you inside. Still hand in hand, you lead him upstairs. Once in front of your door Eddie starts kissing your neck from behind. You turn to face him, Eddie hoists you up, and carries you into the bedroom. Gently setting you down but you don’t let go pulling him down with you.

“I want you, Eddie.” You whisper before Eddie kisses you this time allowing his hands to explore your body, finding their way to under your shirt. Pulling it over your head, Eddie takes a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Your not too fond of wearing a bra, so your tits are out.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He says kissing you again, his bulge pressing into your crotch. He’s hard and the friction feels so good.

“Do you have a a condom?” You ask when his kisses start to move lower, down your neck. He nods before pulling his wallet out and finding the condom that’s been collecting dust for a while now.

“Can I?” You ask grabbing it from his hands. He takes his jeans off so you follow, taking your shorts off. Eddie helps you remove your panties before laying back.

You make your self comfortable between his legs. You can see the entire out line of his dick in his boxers, turning you on even more. You caress it through the thin layer of fabric, feeling Eddie twitch under your touch. You decide you can’t wait any longer pulling the hem of him boxers down, his dick springs out hitting his stomach.

“Fuck it’s huge.” You take his cock in your hand, pumping it slowly trying to imagine this giant thing fitting in you. Eddie can’t believe what’s happening right now, have imagined this hundreds of times.

“I can’t wait I need you now.” Eddie whimpers at your words. You rip open the condom, pulling it out of the package. You slowly roll it down his shaft, painfully slow driving Eddie crazy. As soon as your done Eddie flips you over so your the one on your back. Aligning his dick with you dripping wet pussy, dragging the tip between your folds. Just barley grazing you clit, you moan needing more.

“Eddie please.” Your whine turns to a moan when Eddie slowly shoves the whole thing in before withdrawing it again, teasing you.

“Beg for it.” He hums, letting the head of his cock drag between your folds.

“Please,” you cry out, frustrated.

“What do you want? Use your words, princess.” He smiles, still teasing you cunt with only the tip.

“I want your dick, please.” With that Eddie slams his full length into you, giving you only a moment to adjust to being stretched out. You moan under Eddie’s control, feeling so full. He starts pumping in and out of you, picking up the pace your moans fill the silence.

He leans down so his lips meet yours, kissing you deeply. A moan coming from your mouth allows Eddie access to slip his tongue between your lips finding your tongue. He continues to make out with you as his thrusts become stronger. Just before he pulls out completely you frown at sudden emptiness.

“Flip over.” You listen rolling over onto your stomach. Eddie pulls your hips up so your face down ass up. He fills you up completely and doesn’t move. Taking a moment to appreciate the view in front of him. You can’t take it much longer so you begin rocking back and forth on his cock. Eddie throws his head back in pure bliss. A few short moments pass before Eddie’s grasping your waist and forcefully pounding into you, your moans getting louder.

You reach under yourself finding your clit quickly rubbing at your nub. Feeling your self coming closer to your end.

“Eddie I’m gonna…” You grunt your words trailing off as you climax on his dick. The sensation of your pussy pulsating as you come is just enough to send Eddie over the edge, he cums inside the condom.

You let your self fall flat on the bed. Eddie gets up and you roll onto your back, slipping under the covers. You watch as he removes the condom throwing in into a bin. He bends over and grabs his boxers, slipping them on. Then goes to grab his pants to put them on.

“Leaving already?” You whisper barley audible. Eddie stops what he’s doing and looks over to you laid in bed.

“I thought you’d want me to.” He mumbles, dropping his clothes back to the floor.

“I want you to stay.” You smile reassuringly. Eddie listens and crawls into bed with you. As soon as he lays down you rest your head on his chest and tangle your legs with his. Doesn’t take too long for you to fall asleep.

—

You wake up with the biggest grin and a fat ass fucking headache. Feeling around the bed, reaching for Eddie only to find an empty bed. You shoot up in bed and scan the room, there’s no sign of Eddie being here anymore. You groan annoyed and in pain, finding your phone laying on the floor. It’s nearly dead but you have nothing from Eddie. A few messages from Robin but that’s about it. You find the energy to get out of bed, still naked and sore. You go straight to bathroom and hop in the shower, letting the hot water run through your hair and down your body.

The events of last night replay in your head, at least what you can remember. You definitely remember Eddie being jealous so you tried to make him more jealous, your threats not so serious. Eventually convincing him to come over, where you two fucked. You can feel yourself greeting worked up remembering the details. Then remember the fact that he was long gone when you woke up.

It’d be one thing if he had left a note or maybe a text, but he left no sign that things were okay between you two. You sigh while hopping out of the shower. Several months of flirting lead up to this moment and you had imagined it going a whole lot smoother. You can’t help but let your mind consider the worst possible outcome. You didn’t regret it but if Eddie did things in the friend group we’re about to get real fucking awkward. As your brushing you teeth you phone rings from your bedroom. Toothbrush still in hand you run to grab it, you face drops when it’s only Robin.

Robin: did you go home with eddie I need to know dying to find out

Robin: you still coming tonight? You have to so you can tell me everything

You: ill tell you everything tonight

You sit for a moment and contemplate wether or not you should message him. You settle on a simple hi and almost immediately you see his little text bubble pop up and then disappear.

Fuck.

-

Movie night at Steve’s house was something you guys did regularly, most of the group usually attended. Eddie was there most nights so you expected to see him there. He has yet to respond to your message, that was sent several hours ago. You drive yourself to Steve’s house and let your self in, part of you hoping Eddie would be there. He’s not here, of course not.

“Please never let me drink like that again.” You say grabbing Robin who’s sat on the couch and leading her into the empty kitchen.

“Did you go home with Eddie?” Damn Robin always straight to the point.

“He went home with me?” You say like it’s a question.

“Did you two ya know?” You laugh at her inability to say the word sex but then you can’t answer so you’re just as bad.

“You did didn’t you? You don’t seem too happy about it.” Her face riddled with concern.

“Because that motherfucker was gone when I woke up. Left no note or anything. Has yet to respond to my text message and now he’s not here. Clearly he’s avoiding me.” You sigh defeated.

“He is a motherfucker. I ought to show up to his trailer and fuck him up right now.” Robin says seriously causing you to laugh.

“No I’m serious, he’s been pining for you for months now and finally gets what he wants. What you wanted. Can’t even fucking respond to you.” She says pulling out her phone and typing away before pressing send on a text.

“What was that?” You ask.

“Just telling that motherfucker he’s a mother fucker and a lil bitch.”

“Oh my god, you didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t.” You pull her phone out of her hands scanning the screen.

“I did.” She wasn’t lying there you sat reading the text on her phone causing you to cringe.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” You say already embarrassed. She agrees not to tell anyone, even Steve.

-

Eddie never showed up to movie night. Never responded to your text or Robin’s text. Was his plan to ignore the whole group until you moved on? It’s been almost a week since the two of you hooked up and still nothing from him. You’d see him in the hallways at school, avoiding the fuck out of you.

The entire group was talking about you two, wondering why Eddie wasn’t around as much. Only knowing that the last he was seen was leaving the party with you. Trying to connect the dots on their own.

When Robin made plans to hang out Steve’s Friday night you weren’t expecting to see him, just sitting there like nothing had happened. Your phone goes off and it’s Robin.

Robin: trigger warning he’s here

You look up from the text and she’s mouthing ‘too late I’m sorry.’ If Eddie wants to act like nothing happened you could do exactly that. Sitting as far away as possible you start talking with Robin about a unrelated topic.

All things are going okay, chatter between everyone fills the room. Of course your ease dropping trying to hear Eddie’s voice, trying to not make it too obvious. That’s when Steve asks how’s he’s been, where he’s been hiding.

“That’s actually what I wanted to tell you guys.” He says loud enough for everyone to stop talking and give him their full attention.

The last possible thing you could of ever imagined to comes out his mouth, “I have a girlfriend.”

Everyone’s eyes fall on you assuming it must be you. Which makes absolutely no sense because you were not Eddie’s girlfriend. All they know if you left the party a week ago with Eddie and now he has a girlfriend, no wonder they think it’s you. Now your angry, trying so hard to keep your mouth shut. Steve turns to you, “I’ve been waiting for the two of you to-“.

“What the fuck does that have to do with me?” You snap at Steve, standing up. Irritated by this entire situation, grabbing your car keys to leave. Tears start flowing down your face.

“You’re an asshole.” The sound of Robin going off on him is the last thing you hear before leaving Steve’s house. Making the sad drive home upset at the entire situation. Upset how you went off on Steve for assuming you were Eddie’s girlfriend. Upset because a week ago you Eddie was fucking you and now he has a whole ass girlfriend. Once home you run straight up stairs and lay in bed, tears still running down your face.

Your phone dings ands it’s Robin asking if your okay. You respond telling her you’ll be fine. Before texting Steve apologizing for snapping at him because he obviously didn’t deserve it. You make your self more upset when you realize things will never be the same. You’ll never be able to just exist in their friend group again without things being different.

—

You had cried yourself to sleep. The soft sound of glass being tapped on getting louder and louder wakes you up. You rub your eyes trying to gain consciousness. You look to your curtained window, a large dark figure it outside.

“I’m calling the cops right now.” You scream at who ever it is standing outside your window. You reach for your phone only to see several missed notifications. A few from Robin and Steve but the rest from Eddie. He’s begging you to let him in, he’s the creep outside your window.

“Go away Eddie!” You yell louder this time.

“Not until you hear me out.” He says loud his voice muffled through the window. You don’t respond hoping he’d go away but he is persistent.

“I’m not going away till you talk to me.” You sigh giving up and making the slow walk to the front door. You unlock it and open the front door, greeted by a sopping wet Munson. Apparently it had started raining at some point and he was was sat out her for who knows how long. He’s stood there looking like a sad puppy but you’re not about to let him get what he wants so quickly. He’s looking down at you, you can tell his brain is trying to figure out what to say.

“What do you want?” You spit.

“Can I come in?” He asks, rain dripping down his whole body.

“No.”

“Fair enough.” He laughs, when you don’t find it funny he stops laughing.

“I want to apologize.” You look at him waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. I just said that because I don’t want you to want me. I thought maybe if you thought I moved on you would do the same. Only the complete opposite happened, everyone gave me shit for doing it that way. Which just solidified how terrible I felt for doing what I did.” He explains.

“You’re smart enough to make it out of this shit hole town. You’re going to do so much with your life. I don’t want to fuck that up for you.”

“Oh my fucking god. Who are you to tell me what’s good for me?” You groan annoyed.

“I care about you enough to know I’m no good for you.”

“If you cared about me so much you wouldn’t have fucked me and disappeared.” You say barely audible because of the tears begging to come out from your eyes.

“I was drunk and kept telling myself it’d be a one time thing. Then I went to leave and you asked me to stay. Which absolutely broke my heart because I knew I really fucked up.” When you don’t respond he continues.

“I fucked up cause I promised myself I wouldn’t let you get dragged into my bullshit but it was too late. You wanting me to stay scared me because no one’s ever wanted me to stay. Always getting kicked out immediately after. When I woke up next to you I was scared so I ran.” Eddie huffs, trying his best not to cry. His wet hair sticking to his face.

“I am scared.” He says this time quietly. You step out into the rain, arms wrap around his waist hugging him tightly.

“There’s no need for that.” You pull away so you can see his face.

“I like you Eddie. Like a lot. That’s all that matters.” You smile as an attempt to reassure him.

“I like you too much.” He smiles softly, looking down at you. You can’t help but roll your eyes letting out a small laugh.

“Just promise me you won’t pull this shit again.”

“I promise.” He says before leaning down to your level to kiss you. He pulls away sooner then you wanted.

“This is amazing but I’m freezing.” He says bringing you back down to earth.

“Shit.” You laugh leading Eddie inside your house, straight to the laundry room. You start undressing, ripping the wet clothes off your body.

“What’re you doing?”

“Hang your clothes over there to dry.” You explain motioning to the clothing drying rack struggling to peel your leggings off, he hesitates for a few moments. At this point your only in your bra and panties, headed towards your bedroom.

“You’re not gonna need them anyways.” You tease. You can no longer see Eddie but he doesn’t waste any time the sound of wet clothes being thrown around.

“Wait!” He hollers back before you hear a loud crash. Next thing you know he’s joining you in your room.

“What happened?” You ask laughing as he’s applying pressure on his shoulder. He’s only wearing his boxers now.

“I ate shit trying to hurry and undress.” He sigh rubbing his shoulder.

“Ohh poor thang.” You coo approaching him.

“Need a kiss to make it feel better?” You tease. He grasps his shoulder and nods yes, his lips pouted. So you do exactly that.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson pov #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie imagine #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie smut #eddie munson prompt #eddie the freak munson #munson smut #smut #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie stranger things

[ghosttotheparty]

ok i have an idea but i don't feel like writing the whole thing as an actual fic so here's me talking ab famous!steddie

modern au where post upside down/saving the world eddie and corroded coffin gain popularity in the metal scene bc of eddies dropped murder charges and everything

steve and robin start making music too but it starts as just a way to make extra money; they play at local bars and cafes after leaving hawkins; steve writes songs and robin picks up piano and guitar p quickly (i assume w how good she is w languages shed be good w instruments too) but after a while she wants to stop when she gets a job so steve learns guitar himself and he keeps playing by himself

they both get big but they're in such different scenes (eddie is metal obv but steve is more like noah kahan midwestern loneliness vibes) that no one knows that they know each other but there's a consistent thing where ppl compare their lyrics and how similar they are

theres even a game ppl play on tik tok where they read some lyrics and ppl have to guess whose music its from (ppl know that eddie is the songwriter for cc and that steve writes his own music); their music both follow themes ab like mortality and lost faith and like kinda fantasy ish stuff (heroes and villains etc)

its not until theyre both present at some award show that ppl start wondering if they know each other; steve is being interviewed on the red carpet whatever but eddie walks by behind him and they both get kinda distracted watching each other pass bc they haven't seen each other in years and steve has to have the interviewer repeat the question; the clip of them looking at each other goes viral and ppl are speculating ab how their expressions change when they see each other (eddie almost smiles and his eyes widen a little, and steves lips part and he fully loses his train of thought until eddie is out of sight)

(and maybe steve wins something and someone catches eddie in the crowd just gazing at him w very wide eyes and a soft smile that looks almost fond)

and then a tik tok goes viral where some girl named madison hagan says she found her dads old high school yearbook and would you believe that eddie munson and steve harrington both went to hawkins high school and they were only a year apart and oh my god they totally recognized each other at that award show holy shit--

#someone write this i beg #i have too many wips to do it myself but i might write a snippet just to write some song lyrics #like maybe a tik tok of some kids playing that guessing game #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson prompt #steve harrington prompt #stranger things #stranger things prompts #steddie prompt #famous!steddie

[little-bumblebeeee]

You expected Eddie to stay dead, because that's just how being dead works. You had cornered Dustin, making him tell you everything after Eddie "went missing". So he did. He told you everything and now you cry yourself to sleep knowing that your best friend died and you couldn't even say a proper goodbye.

You had expected Eddie to stay dead. That's how it works. But Eddie is different, you figured that out when you woke up in the middle of the night to him peering over you, a smile on his face that shows off rather sharp fangs that were never there before.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" he croons, tilting his head as he brushes the stray hairs off of your tear streaked face.

#stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #best friend eddie #eddie munson x reader #wrote this instead of sleeping #Eddie munson prompt #eddie munson blurb #chocolate button eyes #kas eddie munson #eddie the banished

[mysticmunson]

from the script; eddie munson

prompt: the preachers daughter decides to help eddie munson study shakespeare to take a glance into the life of a normal teenager. but when they become best friends, things become a tad more complicated

word count: 7.1k (whoopsies)

warning: smut (18+), religious themes, shame in regards to sex, let me know if i missed any :)

an: hi all, thank u again for 1,000 followers. i adore u all so much. i'm planning on making this a series, i'm unsure of how many parts, but yeah enjoy :)

an 2 : so this was fairly therapeutic for me as i am a spiritual christian, i was alienated and judged by church so i stepped away from it. (esp bc im queer so) but it was very interesting to dive into the shame that comes with growing up.

Friendships always seemed to sprout in strange places for Eddie Munson. He was a proud embracer of the obscure and strange, collecting a group of friends that stuck out amongst the town of Hawkins, Indiana. He loved his relationships with them, they were unabashedly themselves despite the judgment of fellow students or older people who didn’t understand. He shrugged it off, choosing to make his own little family inside the chaos. 

Your family was known across the small town, your father had been the pastor at the central church since you were in diapers while your mom managed the place of worship. With a younger brother and sister, you assumed the role of the older sister/babysitter/mom figure. You were always involved in church, it was essentially your whole life besides school, and you had friends that were like family there. 

You were in advanced classes in school, hanging out with church friends mostly, dodging a lot of the scandalous things of high school like sex and alcohol. While you loved your friends, you couldn’t help, but secretly long for the unknown. 

You often caught yourself wondering if they ever considered taking a dip into the life of a regular 18 year old, branching outside the confines of your conditioning. While under the watchful gaze of not only your family, but the whole church, you found yourself crushing under pressure. College was on the horizon, life was speeding up, and yet, you didn’t know who you truly were outside of your relations. 

When Mrs. Cain asked you to tutor Eddie, you agreed without asking your parents. You liked any opportunity to meet someone different from you, plowing through your shyness would be easier with an English book in hand.

You waited by the school's entrance after seventh period, filling out your monthly calendar with test dates and worship meetings, buying time before Eddie would arrive. You watched him exit, his boots scuffing across the concrete as he looked around. You gave a small wave when his eyes met your, putting your book in your bag and meeting him halfway. You introduced yourself briefly, sticking out a hand, 

“I’m Eddie, I’ll be the biggest pain in your ass until the school year’s over.”

You shook your head, giggled, grabbing the straps of your bag. You knew he had heard of you, you had heard of him too, you wondered what he thought of you already. His eyes were boylike, kind, despite his grungy clothes that made the two of you standing side by side seem ironic. You both started walking as you suggested going to the local library, only a few blocks from school, 

“Don’t mind if I smoke?” Raising a brow, holding it between his lips and hesitating lighting the stick until your okay, which you granted. You made a mental note to spray extra perfume before you walked inside your home tonight. 

“I’m surprised the warden let you out of his sight, I thought he’d send a bodyguard with you when you said you’d help me.” He joked as you became flustered, you wished not everyone knew you and your family. But his words were true, your father was hesitant to let you help Eddie. You knew how to win him over though, “I fought him about it, said I would give you a Bible or something, if you wanted it.”

He chuckled as he blew out smoke, pink lips pouting out, continuing your walk in silence before reaching the destination. He grabbed the door, opening it up as the cool breeze reached your skin. You nodded, finding a quiet place to settle, finding a place in the very back. Eddie had to put out his cigarette, leaving him to trail in a few moments behind you. As he exhaled, he shook the unknowing nerves filling his chest. 

He saw your pink dress swoosh in the back corner, sitting down and opening the textbook. He took his place beside you at the wooden table, looking over your shoulder, “So, the upcoming test is on Venus and Adonis by Shakespeare, it was his first published poem, that we know of, from 1593.”

Mumbling something about it being ancient under his breath, he watched as you described it passionately, “It’s about Venus, the goddess of love, and Adonis, a man who wants to hunt, but known for his beauty, and ignores her advances. She makes a whole journey to Earth to meet him, he’s uninterested, yet she remains adamant. I don’t want to spoil it all, so let's get started.” You chirped, placing the book between you two at the opening page, “Maybe we could read together, but I do the lines Venus says and you play Adonis? You’re into that roleplay stuff, right?” 

The uncontained laugh rang through the library, an older woman shushing him from across the place, a hand covering your own mouth. He nodded, “Shit, I mean, something like that. I’m a dungeon master though, so I’m at a high level.” Puffing out his chest, brushing fake dust from his shoulder as you grinned, 

“Sounds cool, I don’t think there's any dungeons in here though, so hunters will have to suffice.” You teased as you looked upon the creased pages, brushing hair from your face. He observed your features briefly, the first time he had been this close to you. 

He watched your lips as you began reading the Modern English dialect, which always confused him to an extent, but your soft voice soothed him. He looked down at the page, realizing he needed to make a subtle attempt at grasping the content without his attraction to you derailing it.

“And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety, But rather famish them amid their plenty, Making them red and pale with fresh variety— Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty. A summer’s day will seem an hour but short, Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.” Quoting the text, Venus’ words made you bashful, “Wow, he was one horny bastard.” You smacked his arm despite his chuckle, raising his hands in surrender. 

You did most of the reading at first as Venus encountered a hesitant Adonis, begging for a kiss or any affection from the beautiful man. A monologue from Venus explained her frustrations, proclaiming love in spite of the lust dripping from her lips. 

The multiple stanzas had Eddie in a trance as if you were the first one to write those words, calmly leaving your mouth as if you weren’t tangling him in intrigue. Your voice halted when an older woman said they had to close early today for cleaning. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know that was happening, maybe we should continue next week-” Beginning with a hushed voice, but Eddie cut you off, “How about we go to my place? We can finish it there.” Your stomach flipped at the thought of having to tell your dad you had gone back to a boys home, but you agreed calmly. You recalled that you were home alone until tomorrow morning, a church retreat that you opted out of due to upcoming exams. 

This paired with his gentle nature made you feel comfortable as you walked to his trailer, ignoring the curious stares of those who saw you. You hope none would bring it up to your father, not out of shame, but out of expectation of his ignorance. He wouldn’t give Eddie a fair chance. 

“Ah, not much, but it’s home.” He sighed as you walked inside his abode, taking note of the varying mugs hanging from the wall. Guiding you to his room, he haphazardly threw some stuff around to make it appear more neat, cheekily smiling as he sat on his bed. You joined him, pulling the scripts again, handing him his as he fingers grazed against your skin. Chills etched across your arms, pulling away to flip to the correct page, hoping he wasn’t aware of the effect he had on you.

He whistled absentmindedly while finding where you had left off, “Adonis finally speaks in a few pages.” He smirked at your announcement, “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.” He cleared his throat dramatically before you continue, 

“Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie; These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me; Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky From morn till night, even where I list to sport me. Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be That thou should think it heavy unto thee?” 

Eddie couldn’t stop the blush that trailed on his cheeks at the pet name, placing a hand over his mouth in false concentration. He only realized it was his time when you looked at him expectantly, brows raised, as he stuttered out a few lines. He took a deep breath and said the words with more intensity as Adonis began his rant. 

The rant was filled with rejection of Venus, striving for hunting and not to breed. He was glad the words hadn’t been so vulgar for him, knowing if they had been more lewd, he wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face. 

“What am I that thou shouldst contemn me this? Or what great danger dwells upon my suit? What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss? Speak, fair, but speak fair words, or else be mute. Give me one kiss, I’ll give it thee again, And one for interest if thou wilt have twain.” 

The words of the hunter felt natural as he continued, your mind fixated on the way he presented himself. You thought of his Dungeons and Dragons group, how interactive and imaginative it was, having to act out different characters and concepts. If he was this intense during a reading assignment, his passion must be astonishing when he loves it. 

As his rant concluded, you read the script descriptors of Venus’ cries, distraught over his negligence to her wants. While your innocence contradicted with the goddesses lust, you felt the ache to be touched as she did. Close to tears filled with need, one that wouldn’t be sedated until your wedding bed despite your body pleading for release. 

The thoughts were pushed away as you sat up straighter, a nervous scratch covering your throat, “Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I’ll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer. Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale”

The carnal text left you stuttering, continuing, “Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.” Venus proclaimed, yet your words fell short as you heard Eddie's failed attempt to remain collected.

He grinned, debating on whether his crass commentary would be appealing to you, “Shakespeare was writing about eating a girl out and I still didn’t pay attention!” The gasp did fall from your lips as expected, but giggling followed suit, “Believe it or not, a lot of his plays have allusions to, hm, stuff?” Trailing out the words as if he was the one with little knowledge of sex, your openess allowed his teasing, “So this is what the preachers daughter gets off to?”

You scrunched your nose, squirming in your place, “I don’t ‘get off’ to anything! Let’s just get back to the book.” Your squeak made him laugh, finding your embarrassment endearing, “Well wait a damn minute, you don’t use anything?” He questioned, eyes widening as you smoothed out your pink dress, shaking your head. 

Looking at Eddie made you feel different; The way his lips and eyes looked soft this close, his voice wavering between deep and standard, but his small touches had been most enticing. You wondered what they would feel like to grasp you, plush skin under his control with no contraceptives of clothes. 

The guilt of your desires sunk in, face dropping midthought, standing up to grab your bag. He looked panicked, “Hey, wait, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” His voice was affable, making you turn around from the door. You hadn’t meant for your own hesitations to make him guilty, he had done nothing wrong, so you swallowed your nerves.

“It’s not you, I swear, it’s me. I shouldn’t be thinking this way-” A faint warmth flushed beneath your skin as his breath hitched, there were only so many ways he could’ve interpreted those words. 

The part of you that cleaned the pews every Sunday wished he’d drop it and let you walk out, but the part of you beneath the covers of disgrace screamed. His voice dropped an octave, “What were you thinking about? I definitely don’t think it was about some horny dude from the 1500’s.” You stifle a laugh as you stare at your shoes, focusing on your white socks, “Touch.”

The words were barely audible, but they rang in Eddie’s head like a holy hymn. He gazed at your demure demeanor, soft colored pastel against the blacks and reds across his walls. 

The air was awkward, “It makes you feel guilty, doesn’t it?” He asked, you nodded and while he rarely found himself feeling sorry for someone who ‘fit in’, he felt bad. Everyone knew you as a preacher's daughter and it was ironic that the same community who looked upon her for perfection, complaining when it lacked, was the same group that wanted him out of Hawkins.

 A community of people who were supposed to embrace differences met one of their own with the same judgment as an outcast, when there shouldn’t be anyone left out to begin with. 

The people he surrounded himself with were experienced with vulgarity, leaving him at a loss for words at someone virtuous, “You don’t have to feel bad, ya know? It’s natural.” The words made you look up and sit on the edge of the bed, “You should do what you want to, especially if it doesn’t harm anyone else. You don’t have to please everyone all the time.” 

“I want to please myself.” Blurting the words right in his face, it was too late to take them back in. While the pleasing was different in context, he immediately knew what you meant, still a bit astonished at your brassiness.

 “And that’s fine! I started jerking it at 12.” Smiling as you sheepishly grinned, running a hand through your hair. You bit your lip in concentration, unsure of what conclusion you were attempting to reach as you slipped off your shoes, he looked cautiously. “I don’t know how to, really, how do you do it?” 

All the air left his stomach as he attempted to calm his mind from the erection threatening to crest. He leaned against his bed frame with a pillow in his lap, just in case. 

He looked down, softly chuckling, “Well, the way I do it is different from yours, if you didn’t go to sex ed.” You rolled your eyes, insisting you knew the difference between body autonomy, resting against the opposing side of his bed. “Alright, alright, I get it you passed biology. So you know what a clit is?” 

He expected more apprehension at his forwardness, but you nodded, “Well that’s usually the best case scenario, there's a shitload of nerves there. Try rubbing it, keep a good pace, and, uh, reach down further to help make it, hm, more wet?” Questioning his own explanation, he tried to think of anything but you. He could see the interest in your features, like he was uncovering a mystery no one had heard of, which in your case was true, “Can I try?”

While you stuttered the words, he froze, making your heart race faster. He nodded, awaiting you to pull back and leave, pretending it never happened. But he watches your sparkling nails dip under your dress, feet planting to make your knees bent. He could see your white panties, a small wet patch in front of your cunt, forcing a groan down his throat. Your hand disappeared under the material, tentatively dipping into your neediness to drag it up to your clit. Your breath got caught as you applied subtle pressure.

As your eyes fluttered shut, a gentle moan left your glossed mouth, “That’s it. Try speeding up a bit, might help.” He was unsure if he was supposed to be coaching, but you obeyed instantly, watching your fingers trapped beneath material. 

Playing with his lip, trying to dissociate the lust beneath him. He felt a bit perverted witnessing this moment, a woman discovering herself, despite it being your idea. 

“Eddie.” The whimper fell naturally, but your eyes flew open and your hand pulled away. He saw your fingers glisten, “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Do it again, please.” His gaze never left your slick hands as they trailed back to your underwear, working at a faster speed. He gripped the blue pillow upon his lap, knowing he was growing harder at your following whimper of his name. 

Your breath matched the pattern of the circles on your nerves as you whined, avoiding his name in shame, followed by a shutter. You had been hit with your climax, continuing until it stung. He wished he could suck your hands clean, dying to know how you tasted like on both sets of lips. 

Your eyes fluttered open, hazy as you smiled, “Oh, that’s much more fun than Shakespeare.”

—-------

Eddie wasn’t sure how the days following were supposed to happen, but it seems like nothing had even happened. You came over to his trailer, studied Venus and Adonis thoroughly and whatever classes he was struggling with, and you would leave. There was no mention of your discovery on his worn mattress, just the erotic words leaving your character. The only difference is you two became friends, finding time to talk and listen to music after finishing your work. 

When you would leave, he would go back to that first night in his bed, imagining more of you exposed. His thoughts were consumed by you, causing a mild hindrance on his extracurriculars like Hellfire and Corroded Coffin. For the first time, his grades were doing well, he was even accused of cheating that was contradicted by taking the test in front of the teacher alone. 

He was so enamored by you, that it made him strive to please you, to see that soft smile. He was like a puppy, running up to you after the halls were empty to cheer over a C. You were always supportive, hugging him tightly where he could smell your vanilla perfume. 

As you sat across from him on his bed, opening the worn book as usual, reaching the point where Adonis’ horse had run away with a fellow horse. This leaves him stranded as Venus begs for his affection, an argument ensues, causing her to faint. 

“They see sex differently,” You had started to explicitly say what the two characters were inferring, “While Venus interprets Adonis beauty as his peak for procreation, Adonis believes he needs more time to develop himself. It makes you question at what age is sex scandolous or normal.The only difference is that Adonis is being pressured by Venus, in some ways tricked by her, which based on other depictions of her is odd.” 

He nodded as you explained, focusing on your furrowed brows, “But that is seemingly what Shakespeare wanted, to flip the typical ways of the Greek gods. Most stories of the gods are women being pestered. Venus would, typically, never beg for a man.”

Eddie nods, too focused on you to really give the dissection too much thought. He knew you would want an answer nonetheless, “So Venus is a weirdo and Adonis doesn’t want her, but gets worried when he thinks she died?” 

“Exactly. She faints, he kisses her so she wakes up, she begs him to visit tomorrow. He doesn’t want to, though, he wants to hunt a wild boar. She gets a vision of him being murdered by the boar. That’s where we’re at.”

Nodding through your recap, he watches your neck that is exposed due to your ponytail. Your skin looks soft, veins slightly prodding when you turn your head, he wishes he could kiss you. He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

“Shit, so this boar is gonna kill him?” His eyes widened, looking down at the pages.

“Yup,” Popping the ‘P’ at the end, “But we have to listen to Venus first.” He groans, thumping his head against the wall. He played up the dramatics, despite being infatuated with your soothing voice.

Letting him begin the narrator's monologues, he watched through his peripherals as you laid on your back, placing your legs over his. He was glad you weren’t afraid to get comfortable anymore. 

The scenes continued, becoming less suggestive and more dramatic. Your mind had focused on Eddie’s hands, resting on your calf, thumb stroking in slight circles. You remembered when you pleasured yourself, wishing he were the one to do it, just as he caressed you now. Biting your lip in concentration, you hadn’t realized it was your turn to read.

Curiosity did have a hold over him as he watched you, “What are you thinking about?” 

Feeling a bit sheepish, you twisted to find comfort, “You’re thinking about it again.” He didn’t even need to question it after giving it a moment, knowing the same face you had those few days ago was here again. 

Why was he so accustomed to your face of need, it was becoming sad that your lack of control was so apparent. You did agree to his statement silently, picking off your nail polish with nervous energy, but his warm hand covered yours. “It’s nothing to feel bad about, if it makes you feel better, I’m a horny deviant.”

Eddie was the only boy you felt comfortable around, you didn’t have to put on an act, which was ironic since a lot of your time together was spent reading a play. But you weren’t playing a perfect young woman with him. 

“Can you teach me how to make a man feel happy?” Despite your timid question, it felt so eroitc as you sat up, face meere inches from his, legs still over his. 

“I mean, a brand new guitar makes me horny.” Teasing as you groaned, shoving your face against his shoulder. 

“Alright, alright, what do you want to know?” Damn, what didn’t you want to know.

“There’s a boy, I want to learn how to pleasure him.” His heart sank a bit, unsure who you were even speaking of, but he agreed. He may be a practice run, but it was better to experience you for a few moments, than not at all.

“Well, there’s a few ways. What do you want to do?” You looked at him, eyes wide and kind as you shifted to sit on him. Straddling his thighs, you placed your hands on his belt.

“Is this okay?” You questioned quietly, he nodded, breathing deep as you undid his pants. Rubbing his growing bulge over his black boxers, “Do you want to feel good too?” He asked, placing his hands tentatively on your hips.

Mouth hanging open slightly, you nodded, but he put a finger under your chin to close your lips. “You’ll catch flies.”

He pulled you in closer, shoving his jeans to his mid thighs to give you more comfort as he rocked you back and forth against him. Sighing in relief, you placed your hands on his shoulders, looking down at your lap where your dress blocked your vision. You felt him growing harder underneath you.

He could feel you becoming wet through your thin panties, he thought about how easy he could fuck you like this, make you feel like you were both falling apart. You let out soft whimpers against his throat, the feeling of pleasuring yourself was still foreign, but you liked when Eddie would groan under you.

“Am I doing it right?” You whimpered as he gulped, nodding and accidentally flicking his hips up, causing you to squeal. “Shit, sorry.” Laughing as he watched you regained your tempo, smiling against him.

“Tell me how you feel?” Eddie asked, helping you steady your hips with his hands as you began to shake. You cried out at the feeling between your legs, tingling and warm, and the feeling of his cock through his boxers. “C’mon, tell me.”

“It feels good, really good.” Was all you could muster, fingers pressing deeper against his skin as you tried to withhold the bubbling emotions. You were becoming desperate in his lap, throwing away any inhibitions as you leaned your hands against his thighs behind you. 

Rolling your hips against his, he choked out a moan, “Oh fuck” He was losing his composure as you threw your head to the side, eyes shut in bliss, “You’re doing so good, gonna make me come.”

“Please” You weren’t sure why you wanted him to come so bad, but you made it your mission with the little information you did know. You noticed how his mouth fell open when you pressed harder, having to remind yourself this started because you wanted to pleasure a partner.

With a few more forceful thrusts, he was coming and gripping your hips harsher than before. He rubbed up against you, cursing out with a groan. Lying limp against the wall, you leaned close to him until he opened his eyes.

He hadn’t come in his pants since he was a young teen, but you had just done it to him. Even worse is he would do it a million times over with you. His eyes were glossy as you placed a finger beneath his chin, pushing it up to close his mouth. 

“You’ll catch flies.”

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“So, who’s the guy?”

You choked on a breath as you read the script, nearing the end of Venus and Adonis, “It’s Adonis, it hasn’t changed-”

“No, I mean the guy you said you were interested in and went on a date with yesterday?” Eddie asked, looking at you in your usual spot at the tail end of his bed. You were wearing a white sundress, looking more angelic than normal.

He recalled two weeks ago when you had made him come in his pants, your motive being that you wanted to learn to please a man. You felt a tad guilty knowing the guy you wanted was Eddie.

He had become your closest friend in the weeks you spent at his trailer, finding honest feelings towards him. Whenever you made friends with boys, there was usually a hidden motive by the older people at church, especially as you got older. You were 18, a few months away from graduation, and while you were unsure of your path, there were people planning it. Your family had begun discussing the idea of pairing you with another church family, The Marsh’s. 

Their 21 year old son, Gregory Marsh, was in insurance, a devout member of the church and community. He was tall, hair cut short, but not quite shaved. He always had a clean face, smelling of aftershave and cologne. He was handsome, always dressing in work pants and a button up, like a real adult.

You had known Gregory since you were babies, you didn’t think of him in any special way, nowhere near how you felt with Eddie. No one made you feel how he did. But as your adulthood outside high school pended, you were expected to go steady with someone, and either go to college or become a stay at home wife to get the babies made and tended to. 

You went out for ice cream with him after work and it was nice. He was kind, handsome, and even a bit funny. But it didn’t feel the same as when you were with Eddie, where everything felt so natural. You hadn’t even kissed Gregory, opting for a side hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

Wishing you could just tell Eddie that every thought that passed in your mind was of him, you swallowed your pride, “Uh, Gregory Marsh. My parents want to set me up with him.”

He gulped, he had grown accustomed to the you outside his trailer and the you within. He knew you probably didn’t feel that strongly about Gregory, based on your body language that slouched and the nervous tick of playing with your nails. 

Despite this, he nodded understandingly, “Cool. Let’s get into it.” Picking up at Adonis' monologue in an attempt to leave Venus, Eddie stood up to stretch and remained planted as he began.

“You will fall again Into your idle over-handled theme. The kiss I gave you is bestowed in vain, And all in vain you strive against the stream, For, by this black-faced night, desire’s foul nurse, Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse.” Shakespeare wrote of Adonis, but the words from the man before you stung. You wondered if he regretted the moments you shared. 

Venus spends the night weeping after Adonis flees, a sick feeling of abandonment taunting your stomach at the thought of this coming true for you. While you two hadn’t kissed, you had both seen each other orgasm inside clothes. When Venus sleeps, she wakes to beg for his safety so you stand to recite it in front of him.

“O thou clear god and patron of all light, From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow The beauteous influence that makes him bright, There lives a son that sucked an earthly mother May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.” Eddie wanted to snicker at the line about breastfeeding, but looked to see you before him. He was still caught off guard by your gentle nature, like for moments he would forget. 

As they read, wandering around the room, eyes glued to the pages as Venus runs to find Adonis. She approaches to find him dead, while you both had known it was coming, the words felt weighted in real time.

“Since thou art dead, lo, here I prophesy” The text began, “Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend; It shall be waited on with jealousy, Find sweet beginning but unsavory end, Ne’er settled equally, but high or low, That all love’s pleasure shall not match his woe.”

With the words of unwavering affection leaving your lips, Eddie’s eyes met just inches away. The words were honest, you weren’t sure there was any emotion close to this. He tried to snap out of his trance, but only found himself approaching. 

He tucked hair behind your ear, “Can we talk about my favorite scene?” You agreed, breath subsiding as his fingers trailed against your neck. He was so close to you.

“Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.”

The way he quoted the centuries old text made you believe he lived and breathed it. He was rarely serious, but he was now. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed against yours to focus on the other side of your neck, wishing he would just kiss you.

“Stray lower.” He mumbled, hovering his hands over your hips while making an invisible path against your throat with his mouth. His lips didn’t pucker despite the want to. 

“Stray lower.” You responded meekly, his hand going down to push the hem of your dress up. He walked you back to his bed, letting you fall against it as he knelt before you. You rested on your elbows, peering down at him as he kept eye contact and they only departed when he pulled your panties down.

“Fuck me.” He mumbled, swiping his thumb against your folds that were becoming slick. You shivered at the foreign feeling, trying to focus on anything, but the fact Eddie was on his knees for you. 

You weren’t even entirely sure what he was going to do as he spread your legs further, groaning. He began rubbing your clit in small circles, testing the waters to hear you gasp. He watched as your pussy fluttered, becoming more soaked with every stroke. 

“How does it feel?” Eddie asked, watching as you attempted to make eye contact only to look away with a pleasant sigh. “Good.” You stuttered as he slipped a finger inside you, clenching at the sudden intrusion. 

“Did he touch you like this?” He questioned, skimming the sensitive area inside of you. You shook your head, whimpering as he placed another finger in. His thumb left your clit as his mouth immediately attached itself causing you to choke on your own breath. 

“N-No ones touched me, I haven’t even kissed anyone.” He snickered against your clit, sending vibrations in your body while flushing with embarrassment. “You let me spread your legs before your first kiss? You’re gonna kill me.”

You whined as the feeling became more intense, a slight throb in your lower half as Eddie continued to please you. He felt you beginning to tense and sped his pace, glancing up to your blissed face. 

He couldn’t stomach the thought of anyone seeing you like this. He had never had a real girlfriend, but he had never felt this urge to protect, even with one night stands. He wanted you all to himself. 

“Shit.” Your voice cried quietly as you rode out your climax, trembling with sensitivity. Eddie’s face rose, a surprised, yet happy, expression as he straddled you on the bed. He made sure to hover over your hips, but looked down at you, out stretching his arms as far as they could go. 

“You just cursed! I made you come and curse!” He laughed, tilting his head back, knowing he was making you even more flustered. “I, Eddie the Banished, made the holy one curse. That’s it! The skys gonna fall, the floods and the droughts are coming. Didn’t know the end of the world would feel this great.”

You giggled at his rambling, covering your face with your elbow as he finished his rant. He pulled it away, face close to yours as he grinned, expecting himself to tease you once more. But the grin slowly fell as you stared at each other.

He wanted to kiss you more than ever, looking fucked out and needy. He thought he was going to until nerves got the best of him, laying beside you on his bed. Your breathing was still deep as you shut your eyes, trying to regain composure. 

“So…” He trailed off, leaning against his elbow to look at you open your eyes, “Did I corrupt your mind with the art of cunnilingus.” 

“Is that the only big word you know?” You teased, his eyes rolling with a smirk, “I know more, but I like to space them out, wins over the ladies.” 

You laid there, looking up at the ceiling as he rested, perched beside you. The free hand played with the ends of your hair sprawled on his pillow, you could barely feel it.

“Do you like George?” He questioned, his face hard to read as he focused on the strands between his fingers. You froze for a moment, “He’s nice, he’ll make my parents happy.”

“Okayyy, but do you like him?” He repeated, looking down at your face, but you looked the other way. You remained silent, you didn’t want to answer. For him it was a simple question, but for you? There was a calculation behind it, it didn’t just involve your personal feelings, but everyone else's.

“You know who I like? Adonis, let’s finish, we’re almost done.” You rose from the bed, crawling over Eddie’s legs to grab your book that had fallen on the bed. He huffed, “Let’s get this shit over with.”

As you attempted to stand, you felt like a baby deer, squeaking as your legs gave out. You were able to balance yourself before falling, flattening your dress while Eddie just sat with a satisfied smirk at your state. 

—-

“In her light chariot quickly is conveyed, Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen Means to immure herself and not be seen.”

The final words of Shakespeare’s first work left your mouth, the silence hanging as Venus retreated in pain and Adonis laid dead. You shut the book, walking to your bag to shove it in as Eddie stood in the corner, one hand on his hip as he observed the final page. 

“So that’s it.” He shut the book, tossing it on his bed. He knew he needed help with other classes, but he also knew he was doing significantly better after your help. He kind of wished he wasn’t so involved so that you could stay for more days.

“Yeah.” You announced, turning on your heels to face him, lips pursed to a straight line. 

“It was good.” He stuttered, licking his lips nervously. He regretted that instantly as he still could faintly taste you from an hour before, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Yeah, it’s more fun to read with a friend. Maybe we could read the next play together?” You suggested, seeing his eyes light up as a grin snuck onto his face. Before you could even realize what was happening, his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you into the air and spinning.

“I have a friend, I have a friend.” He sang as you laughed, folding over his shoulder, “And you’re about to not have one!” You yelped, using your spare hand to smack his lower back.

“Hey, hey! You can’t tell me shit, I won you over, admit it. Eddie the fuckin’ Banished conquered the holy daughter.” He gloated, voice deeper in false dramatics. You fake gasped as he set you down, radiating joy from his features.

“You didn’t conquer shit!” You smacked a hand over your own mouth, both sets of eyes going wide as Eddie jumped amused. He put a pointed finger in your face, “Yes, I did! You’re cursing like a sailor!” 

“No! If anything, I conquered Eddie the Banished because he is now passing his classes.” You crossed your arms, puffing up your chest as you looked him up and down. He squeezed his lips together, looking up as if in thought before lunging, tickling your sides.

Squealing and attempting to push him away, he finally stopped and bolted for his living room. When you ran after him, he stood with both hands up in protection, as if he were in a karate stance. You held your fists up, jumping back and forth like in fighting movies.

“Not to brag, Eddie the Banished, but I was forced to see Rocky twice by my dad. I’m not afraid of a fight.” This was a lie as Eddie had once watched you cry when he accidentally stepped on a lizard on the way home from school. 

You both walked around the small coffee table, eyes glued to each other with eyebrows raised until he ran back to his bedroom, slamming his door.

“Eddie!” Slamming fists against his door, his back pressed on the other side to keep it shut.

“La la, can’t hear you! Don’t want to get beat up by Miss Rocky out there.” He strained his voice loudly, covering his ears with his fingers. You pretended to walk away, marching in place and letting them fall quiet. He timidly opened the door to you pushing through, falling right into his chest, pushing past him to give you space.

A strand of hair stuck to your lip gloss as you cheered, pulling it away, “I did it, I did it!”

Eddie placed the back of his palm against his forehead, grabbing his chest with the other before falling in a melodramatic fashion. He moved both hands to fake a sword going into his abdomen, back arching before arms flailed to his side. 

“She got me, it’s over, all that reading for nothing.” He breathlessly whispered, closing his eyes, sticking his tongue out to the side. You got a random drum stick from his dresser counter, poking his stomach as he howled, pulling it towards him to take you to the floor with him.

“Eddie the Banished has the last laugh,” You draped a hand over your forehead as he had, “Miss Rocky is dead by drumstick persuasion.” He clutched you to his chest and rolled over, going dead weight as you whined his name.

“Nope, you’re dead, sorry.” He muffled against his floor, head over your shoulder. You hated the fact that his stupidity was leaving you craving more, his hair right near your nose where you could smell his shampoo.

“Your hair smells like the beach.” You hummed, he popped up with a mix of bewilderment and delightment, sitting up next to you. 

“You talk a lot for a dead person, ya know?” He quipped, trying to ignore your sweet comment in favor of your usual banter. 

“I resurrected myself.” You shrugged, lifting your back from his stiff floor.

“Uh, no, can’t do that.” 

“Well I just did, so.” You stated flatly, standing up and grabbing your bag that had fallen off during your brawl, only halting when you felt arms grabbing your leg.

“You wouldn’t leave me here to rot, would you?” He gave you his best puppy eyes, which wasn’t hard as they looked so soft normally. You found your favorite color within his iris’.

“You killed me!” You exclaimed, attempting to shake him off as he looked offended. 

“It was pure self defense, sweetheart, can’t be running up on a dungeon master like that.” He explained, standing up to look at your astonished face. 

“You’re not very good at being a dungeon master then…” You exaggerated, his face falling while his eyes squinted, shaking his head. Although it was all in good spirits, his glance made you want to squirm, he had such a hold of you.

“Oh you’ll regret that.” He taunted, raising his hands to sweep against your sides again, but only jolting towards you to see you run to his living room once more. He clapped, pumping his fists with victory as you meekly waved.

“Bye Eddie.” You beamed, turning to walk out his door as he said his goodbye, following your typical route.

His heart continued to race as he stood in silence, peaking out his window shades to see you walking. He teared himself away, walking back to his bed to flop on top of his covers, smiling at the thought of the next assignment.

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That Went Wrong - Eddie Munson

Request - sublimecatgalaxy asked: Hello lovely, Eddie Munson x reader with the prompt “I think that went wrong in every way it could’ve.” I think it can really go in any way so I leave it up to you!!

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Warnings: nothing, really; reader is afraid of clowns (like I am xD) and Eddie being adorably grumpy

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :)

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That Went Wrong

“Hi, Eddie” you smiled brightly as you opened the door.

“Holy shit! You look amazing!” Eddie blurted out. “Wait, I didn’t mean that” he quickly said. “I mean, I meant the part that you’re amazing, I’m just sorry for saying ‘holy shit’” he said, making you laugh a little. “Let me start over, okay? Hello, (Y/N), you look fucking amazing-” he said, widening his eyes. “Dammnit, I did it again!”

“It’s okay” you smiled, kissing his cheek. “Thank you. You look really handsome, Eddie. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair up” you told him, making him smile back at you.

“D-does it look bad?” he asked nervously.

“What? No! Of course not, you always look good” you said, shyly. He did look good. Only different. You knew this had not been his wardrobe choice but you chose not to say anything about that. “Are those for me?” you asked, pointing at the flowers in his hand.

“Yes!” he said, bringing them up and accidentally hitting your nose a little. “Shit! Sorry” he laughed nervously.

“Eddie, they are lovely” you said, grabbing the bouquet of your favorite flowers from him. “I’m gonna put them in water and we can go” you said walking inside and he followed you. “Okay, I’m ready” you smiled, grabbing your purse.

“You look beautiful” Eddie said, offering you his arm and you gladly took it.

“Thank you, Eddie” you said, feelings your cheeks burn. Eddie led you out of your house and you were a little confused when you didn’t see his van anywhere. “Why do you have Steve’s car?” you asked when he walked you to the passenger’s door.

“Oh- uh-” he stuttered, opening the door for you. “My van broke down today a-and Steve said I could use his car as long as I didn’t crash it” he chuckled.

“Oh… okay” you said still a little confused but you got in. “So, where are we going?” you asked once Eddie got in the car.

“I told you, princess, movies, and dinner” he told you.

“Yes, but what movie and where are we going for dinner?” you asked, excitedly.

“That is a surprise” he told you, kissing your hand.

You still couldn’t believe you were on your first date with Eddie Munson. You were beyond excited. You’ve had a crush on him for what felt like ages. Of course, you had never spoken to him until the first time you picked Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike from Hellfire. And now, here you were, months later after he had finally asked you out.

Once you arrived at the movies, Eddie quickly got out of the car and ran over to your side to open the door for you.

“Thank you, Eddie” you smiled sweetly at him. He offered you his arm and you gladly took it as he lead the way to the movie theater. After he bought popcorn and something to drink, your smile slowly died down a little when you approached the theater of the movie the two of you were watching. “Is uh- Is this what we’re watching?” you asked nervously when you saw the poster of a horrible clown smirking sickeningly.

“Yeah! It’s supposed to be awesome!” Eddie said, excitedly. “You haven’t seen it, have you?”

“N-no, of course not” you chuckled anxiously. Of course, you hadn’t. You hated clowns. But you would not tell Eddie and ruin this date. He looked beyond excited to watch this movie so you were going to watch this movie. “I have been dying to watch it” you lied, for some reason.

“Really?” Eddie asked, excitedly. “I’m glad I picked the right choice then” he said, picking the seats for you two and he kissed your cheek.

“Yeah. The right one” you muttered, smiling tensely.

It can’t be that bad. You thought to yourself as the movie started. Oh, how wrong you were. It hadn’t even been twenty minutes and you couldn’t take it anymore. You tried. You really tried. You grabbed Eddie’s hand at every jumpscare. You even wrapped your arms around his and buried your head on his shoulder. You didn’t mind scary movies. You even enjoyed them sometimes. But this was a different level. And Eddie noticed.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked worriedly, noticing the terrified look on your face.

“Yeah, I’m f-fine” you said, trying to smile at him. “Holy fuck! There’s two of them!” you blurted out as another clown appeared on the screen. “I uh- I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back” you said, quickly getting up and running out of the theater before Eddie could say anything. You walked out and leaned against the wall that didn’t have the killer clown poster on it, taking deep breaths to try and calm down. “It’s just a movie” you told yourself. “Nothing is going to happen” you tried to convince yourself. You jumped, afraid when the door of the theater burst open again and you saw Eddie come out.

“Hey” he said, worriedly. “(Y/N), what’s going on? Are you okay?” he asked, walking towards you.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, I was just about to-”

“Don’t lie to me, princess” he said softly. “Did you hate the movie?”

“What-? No!” you chuckled nervously. But he was looking at you with his deep, big, beautiful chocolate eyes and you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him anymore. “Okay, I um… I didn’t like it, I’m sorry-!”

“No, why are you sorry?” he asked.

“Because you got the tickets for this movie and you obviously wanted to see it! We can go back in, it’s-”

“(Y/N)” he said, holding your hand. “I’m sorry” he told you. “I should have asked what movie you would like to see instead of just buying the tickets. I just… he sighed. “I thought you liked scary movies-”

“I do” you told him. “I usually do it’s just…” you took a deep breath. “Can I tell you something and you promise to not make fun of me?” you said, looking down.

“I would never make fun of you” he said, truthfully.

“Well… I’m terrified of clowns” you admitted, making Eddie feel horrible. “I have always hated them. I’m not sure why, so whenever it involves a clown I just…” you sighed. “I’m sorry, I should have told you-”

“No, love, it’s okay” he assured you. “Why didn’t you tell me? We could have watched something else-”

“I just… well, everyone kind of always makes fun of me for it so… I thought I could just watch it and it wouldn’t be a big deal” you told him. Eddie gently lifted your face so you would look at him and brushed his thumb against your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, princess. I would have never made you watch that movie if I had known-”

“I know, Eddie. Trust me I am not mad or anything I just… I’m sorry, I just need a minute and I think I can go back there-”

“What? No! We’re not going back in” he assured you. “Let’s just skip the movie and go to dinner, okay?”

“But Eddie-”

“No, no buts, love” he said, grabbing your hand and already pulling you away from the theater and back to the parking lot. “Let’s go” he said, pulling you closer.

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“I am going to kill Henderson! I gave him one job!” Eddie yelled frustrated as the two of you left the restaurant where he had made a reservation.

Eddie insisted he had made the reservation for 9:00 p.m. but the hostess insisted that ‘Munson, party of two’ was set for 7:00 p.m. and since the two of you got there at 7:45 they had given away your table and the restaurant was full.

“Eddie” you said, grabbing his hand. “It’s okay” you assured him.

“No, it’s not okay!” he said frustrated. “I wanted everything to be perfect! And first I ruined the movie-”

“You didn’t ruin the movie” you assured him.

“And now, Henderson made the reservation for a different time-”

“Eddie” you said, grabbing his hands in yours and making him stop once you were in front of the car. “Listen to me. You didn’t ruin anything” you told him. “First of all, if anyone ruined the movie it was me and my stupid fear of clowns-”

“No, that’s not-”

“And second of all, we don’t have to eat here. There are a million places we can go” you chuckled and he glared at you a little. “Okay fine, a couple of places” you corrected yourself. Is not like Hawkins had so many options. “In fact, my favorite fast food place is here down the road” you told him. “And it’s a beautiful night, I know somewhere we can go” you smiled.

Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair, making it a little messier. “Okay” he said, still unconvinced. You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, making him relax a little and smile at you. “Okay” he repeated, kissing our head and walking you to the door again.

“Let’s go” you smiled, grabbing his hand.

After going through the drive-thru you gave the directions to Eddie of where you could go. You were almost there when the two of you heard a thumping noise as the car jumped a little and Eddie instantly stopped the car.

“Are you okay?” he asked and you nodded. He got out of the car and you quickly followed him. “Shit!” he said, kicking the side of Steve’s car. “You have to be fucking kidding me!” he complained as you looked at the flat tire on your side. “Harrington is gonna kill me! I can’t believe I borrowed his car so my stupid van wouldn’t die in the middle of our date and then this happens-!”

“Eddie, calm down” you smiled walking over to the trunk. “There’s probably a spare tire. We can change it” you told him.

“No, we-” he stopped. “Uh- I don’t know how to change a tire” he admitted.

“Oh” you simply said. “Well, I do” you smiled, going through Steve’s toolbox. “Here, hold this” you said, handing him a flashlight.

“You know how to change a tire?” he asked, feeling his cheeks blush.

“Yeah, my dad taught me. He said he never wanted me to be stranded and have to depend on some stranger on the road coming to my aid” you said, finding the tools you needed. “Shit, Harrington has fancy tools” you smiled, going over to the flat tire and kneeling down. “Could you hold up the flashlight?” you asked, smiling at Eddie, who quickly turned it on and pointed in your direction.

“Could you like… kind of show me how to do it?” he asked, squatting next to you.

“Yeah, sure” you smiled at him before you began. You tried changing the tire as quickly as you could, showing Eddie how to do it and before you knew it you were done. “And then you just tighten it” you said, finishing your job. “Now you just put the other one in Steve’s trunk and that’s it” you smiled, getting up.

“I’m sorry, princess. Now you have grease all over your hands” he told you.

“Oh, don’t worry about that” you said, walking over to the door. “If I know Steve Harrington, and I do” you said, opening the compartment and looking for something. “Aha!” you said, getting out the wipes with a triumphant smile. “See?” you said cleaning your hands and handing one to Eddie after he put everything away.

“Thanks” he said with a small smile. It was nothing like the one he had when he first came to pick you up. “Is your spot far from here-?”

“Actually, I think here’s good” you said, looking at the beautiful view of Hawkins. “Come on” you said, grabbing the bags of food and walking over to sit on the hood of the car. Eddie walked over to you and sat down next to you as you grabbed some french fries. “What’s wrong?” you asked, frowning when you saw his sad expression.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you. “I think that went wrong in every way it could’ve” he said frustrated before he looked at you.

“What did?” you asked, confused.

“Everything! I picked the wrong movie, I screw up with the restaurant, and I couldn’t even change the fucking tire” he said, upset. “I screw everything up! I always do-!”

Eddie’s rant was suddenly interrupted when you grabbed his face and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. Eddie’s expression quickly went from angry, to confused, to the sweetest smile you had ever seen with blushed cheeks.

“You didn’t screw anything up, Eddie” you assured him.

“How can you say that?”

“Eddie, I was so happy when you asked me out!” you said. “I was excited to just spend time with you” you explained. “I would have been happy just sitting on the grass, looking up at the stars with you. You didn’t have to pick the perfect movie or the perfect restaurant or drive Steve’s car” you said. “Or wear his clothes” you informed him.

“How did you-?”

“I gave him that sweater for his birthday” you explained.

“Look, I just…” he sighed. “I wanted everything to be perfect” he explained. “I like you so much, (Y/N), and I wanted to give you the night you deserved. I guess… I wanted to… impress you” he muttered the last part. You smiled sweetly at him and scooched closer.

“I like you, Eddie” you said, running your hand through his hair and letting it free again. “I’m sorry that you thought this was all a disaster because, to be honest, it’s kind of the best night of my life” you smiled and Eddie smiled back at you.

“Seriously?”

“Mhm” you said before grabbing another frenchfry and taking a bite. “Also, these are the best fries I’ve ever had” you told him, making him laugh a little. “What?” you asked when he kept looking at you.

“Nothing” he said, still smiling at you. “It’s just… you’re making me fall in love with you” he said, bringing his hand up to your cheek.

“Yeah?” you asked, smiling brightly at him and he nodded. “Well, I learned from the best, Munson” you said, making him laugh a little before he leaned in to kiss you again.

By the end of the night, Eddie’s idea of how the date had gone was entirely different.

The End

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A/N: aaahh xD I hope you loves like it! I missed writing for Eddie! and also I wanted to thank the lovely @ali-r3n​ for giving the best idea of this being their first date! :D I hope you liked it, dearie :)

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[alloftheimaginesblog]

Being Eddie Munson's girlfriend who has anxiety headcanons...

Eddie knows a little about anxiety. When he was a kid, he used to stay up at night and it felt like a weight was crushing his chest and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He never really labelled it as anything, never told anyone. He grew out the habit when he was a teenager.

It wasn't until he met you and learned about your anxiety, learned about what it meant and how you reacted and it was then he kinda put two and two together.

He doesn't know an awful lot about it but he learned his own coping mechanisms like counting the stars, counting his fingers until he reached 100, thinking of an animal beginning with each letter of the alphabet. He found that those mind games distracted him long enough to forget about the not being able to breathe thing.

He listens to you, holds you and comforts you when you need him to. He says that he can't offer much in the way of advice because in his words 'my advice is shit' but he'll listen and he'll try to help.

Him being there, comforting and listening, helps plenty.

He never judges you. He feels bad for you, he doesn't like seeing you hurt like this, but he doesn't ever judge you or make you feel like you're a burden.

"I've got you, Princess, you're okay. Just breathe it out with me."

Together, you find ways of helping you; you and Eddie find ways that he can help you.

He'll stay up with you on those anxious nights, talk if you want to talk, but if you just want to lie in bed whilst he plays the guitar softly, then that's what he'll do.

He's super gentle with you knowing that you need a lot of love and tender care when you're anxious. He'll press soft kisses to any skin he can reach, brush your hair back and rub your back gently.

"Nothing's gonna happen to you, Princess, I'll make sure of it. I'm gonna keep you safe, okay? I promise. I promise, (y/n)."

He loves you more than anything so of course he'll help you. He'd do anything for you. If that meant picking you up at 3am after you've had an attack and driving around the town listening to music, so be it. He's in it for the long haul whatever that costs and whatever it means.

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[wroteclassicaly]

we've never really spoken before but hi! for the november prompts, maybe cozy with eddie? <3

AH, hello, hi! Let me just fangirl for a moment, because I have absolutely loved your work for some time now 💘

Thanks for sending this in! We love some cozy time with our boy! ^_^

Warnings: Just some mild language and fluff!

Prompt is from here

“Eddie?” No response, despite the many octaves you’ve used in the past five minutes to get your boyfriend’s attentions. “Eddie?”

A rumbled sigh comes from the frizzy haired, frazzled man beside you, his knuckles rasping harshly against the dashboard, sending dust particles off and into the expanse of the front seat. You wave your hand through, resting a gentle pressured squeeze to his leather clad shoulder. His jacket crunches beneath a folded movement of his now bent arm. He sounds defeated when he speaks. “It’s not working…”

“Baby, it’s okay. This entire van is a steam boat anyways. One that you should probably clean.” You reach out and wipe a finger through a layer of that dusty sheen, spelling out the simple word of Hi, which makes Eddie snort. He lifts his own hand back to the surface, scribbling in his message, waiting until he’s sure you’ve read it before he reclines in his seat, the washed out crimson fabric bunched around the buckle of his bullet belt.

You’re chuckling aloud as you give his wording an internal read through. If it smells in here, that’s your fault. You give him a mock incredulous look, then you both burst into simultaneous grins. Roasting one another is a high point in your relationship, one dynamic that you never want to change. Your partner shakes his curly head and beckons under the crook of his arm, that Old Spice still fresh on his skin.

All too happy to oblige, you take your rightful place at Eddie’s side, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and his ring clad hand immediately beginning a rhythmic kneading of your shoulder. You peer up at him, poking his slightly bearded jaw. He hasn’t shaved in two weeks and you aren’t minding it. He catches your wrist with his other hand, calloused fingertips stroking along the bone. “Need to shave it, don’t I? Feels like a damn cactus.”

You disagree, nuzzling into his neck, lips kissing into a featherlight press on the overgrown hair that’s splattered across his jawline. “I actually love it, Eds. S’ not even remotely cactus like, either.”

You’re interrupted at the sudden down pour of Autumn’s angry storm, shattering its thunderous beats across the roof of Eddie’s van and littering the crystal windshield beyond visibility. His brow pinches into a frown. “I really needed to have gotten this shitty heater fixed. Now you’re gonna freeze to death before I get you home.”

You’ve got Eddie and the rain, what could be better? You shake your head and cup his chin, bringing him down to nuzzle his nose. “I’m perfectly cozy without it.”

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[eddiemunsonfix]

So y’all know that scene in dirty dancing when Johnny gets accused of stealing and Baby has to tell everyone that she knows he didn’t do it because he was with her all night? Yeah I’m gonna need a Eddie fic like that with cheerleader!reader.

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[sofiiel]

Tempted to use this song as a Promt for an angsty Eddie x Reader. Like....it's their thoughts towards him. Reader and Eddie just went through a bad break up, maybe the month before. Reader regrets it, and has been trying to reach out, but Eddie's moved on.

Eddie goes "missing" and they just want to know why he didn't come to them if he was in trouble. They don't believe he could hurt Chrissy because they saw how he looked at her.

They're just staring at their phone wanting a call and trying to call him, but there's no answer because his house is now empty.

And then being left like Wayne was to wonder what happened, reader just posting missing persons flyers around town and the next town over. Living their life forever searching and watching their phone, knowing one day they'll get a call.

And then one day months or even years later the lights in Reader's house flicker and the phone rings, and they hear Eddie's voice through that static, something like when they heard will through the walkie.

He says "I'm sorry" and the line cuts.

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[harrywavycurly]

Plot twist what if it’s Rockstar!Eddie you see at the bar and ask to be your fake husband!!!

Hiii babes!! Ohh my goodness can you just imagine you have no clue who Eddie Munson is so you really have no idea that he’s just visiting the Hideout because he had a tour stop in Indianapolis and likes to show his hometown some love when he can. So when you glance around the bar and see him leaning over talking to the bartender and grabbing a beer you just pick him because he looks the most threatening with his long hair, dark jeans, leather jacket and vest covered in patches and not the mention the cigarette hanging off his lips like he just walked off the set of metal magazine. You’re nervous when you rush over to him but you don’t have time to think about that or the fact that now you’re up close and personal with Eddie he’s actually kind of cute before you tap him on the shoulder and go “will you please be my husband? Just for a few minutes.”

But Eddie being a gentleman wouldn’t automatically assume you know who he is and he can tell you’re not just giving him some random line to get his attention by the way you’re not so subtly shaking a bit and looking around the bar for who he can only assume is an ex of yours. He’s quick to place his arm over your shoulder and put his cigarette out as he places his beer on the bar top all while he pulls you closer to him so his lips are right next to your ear. “I can give you more than a few minutes sweetheart.” You feel your cheeks get hot as Eddie scans the bar for assholes and he smirks when his eyes land on a dude that’s already glaring at him. “Let’s cause a scene shall we?” And before you really know what’s happening you feel his thumb under your chin so he can look you in the eyes and the way you watch his gaze drop to your lips you know what question he’s silently asking so you just nod your head making Eddie smile as he leans in and places a kiss to your lips. 🙃🫠

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[multiverseoffandoms-blog]

You cannot tell me that Eddie Munson doesn’t sing ‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’ by Kiss to you. 

You’re lying on his bed, the black sheets a little crinkled and the blanket half on and off the side of the bed from the two of you spending most of the evening play fighting and screwing. He’d gotten up to shower probably 15 minutes ago once he’d heard Wayne leave for work - Eddie likes to sneak long showers when his uncle leaves - and you could hear him humming a tune to himself through the thin walls of the trailer.

The little door of the bathroom would slide open, his humming becoming more clearer as he presented himself in his door way; black boxers sitting lowly on his hips while he leant against the frame, a few droplets of water from his damp hair would slide down his chest and disappear underneath the band. You’d smile at him, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to watch your boyfriend hold his imaginary air guitar, his fingers moving like he was playing each note as his voice built up to the chorus.

“’Cause girl, I was made for you

And girl, you were made for me,” he would dance towards the bed, jumping up with his air guitar and a thrash of his head as he’d dive onto the bed - landing on his knees - making alarming sounds creak out from the boards underneath him. 

You wouldn’t be able to stop the giggles and squeals that came from you as he banged his head to the music he was making with his mouth, water flying over you from his wet hair. Eddie would spring to his feet, the bed shaking and knocking against the wall, before pointing at you with one hand, while his other held his air guitar.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby! You were made for lovin’ me!

And I can’t get enough of you, baby! Can you get enough of me?” He would sing loudly, bouncing one knee to the imaginary beat he knew off the top of his head. His hair would be wildly flying everywhere as he head banged and pretended to play notes as you laughed hysterically at him.

Somewhere amongst his little concert, the knee that was bouncing to the beat of the song would give out, but instead of Eddie falling down like a normal person, he would pretend he was stage diving, throwing his whole body on top of yours before leaving kisses over your face.

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[skxllz]

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if you're in subspace, and you're one of the super clingy, but loving brat's that enjoy being the most adorable thing on the planet? his heart is a puddle, dripping straight into the palm of your hand. wrap your arms around his waist, while hanging onto him, the tips of your knees only touching the ground by a soft brush - he's suckered.

a soft coo would leave his lips upon seeing your cheesy smile, and innocent pleading eyes. hand reaching down, body slightly bending forward, just for his curled index finger to brush against your cheek lightly; the most loving look flickering in his dark orbs. “ look at you.. you're just the most adorable baby ever, aren't ya', doll? ”

you're basically the master in that situation, while he's the puppet levitating from the strings.

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