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Fright - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie grows protective as you disappear on a night out with the gang.

A/N: Woah, it truly has been forever since I've written something but I wanted to dip my toes back into writing for my love, Eds! I wanted to pop this out as a trial run for how I feel about writing fics again so please enjoy!

Word Count: 811

Warnings: angst, kissing, fluff, alcohol, panic/anxiety attack, protective Eddie

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The night had been going so well. You and Eddie had decided to take advantage of the cool summer night and managed to convince the entire group to go out. 

The alcohol had been flowing and the atmosphere was electric as you all met up at the bar. Steve suggested bar hopping which led the group to bounce from various bars and clubs before settling on one to finish out the night. 

The final bar had a classic bar top table and further inward had a hidden indent where it transformed into a club atmosphere. Laughs and smiles were thrown left and right as you danced and drank with Nancy, Robin, Steve, and your doting boyfriend, Eddie. The flashing lights illuminated Eddie’s wild curls, spotlighting his happy aura. 

Eddie then leaned down to your ear, shouting over the music, “I’m going to get another beer. do you want something?” 

You giggled as the vibrations of his voice tickled your ear.  

“No babe, I’m good, thanks!” 

Gently caressing your elbow, he asked “You okay here?” Eyes dancing across yours to ensure that you truly felt okay to be alone.

You nodded your head enthusiastically as you flashed him one of your infamous smiles solely reserved for his pleasure. 

Happy to see you so happy, he matched your smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek, making his way through the various pressed bodies and exiting the dance floor. 

You continued having fun and dancing until you felt a sudden wave of anxiety creep through you and wash over your entire body. 

Instantaneously, your heart began pumping. You grew extremely conscious of your body, and the urge to cry was so strong that you felt the tears threaten to drop down. The only thing on your mind now was getting out of the space immediately.

You quickly grabbed onto Robin’s arm, shouting out that you were going to get some fresh air for a moment. She asked, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah! Just need some fresh air, I’ll be right back, I promise!” you replied, giving her a tight-lipped smile, attempting to mask your panic before weaving quickly through the sweaty bodies. 

As soon as you stepped through the club door, the crisp cool air granted a sudden relief. You exhaled a deep sigh and closed your eyes as you felt the fresh air enter your lungs. 

The street was busy with laughter and smiling drunken faces, somewhat easing your feelings of discomfort. You looked both ways down the street before deciding to veer off to the left in hopes of walking off your heightened nerves around the building. 

Your racing mind seemed to slow as you watched your shoes move forward on the pavement. Tuning into your breath and grounding yourself came naturally as you continued to round the street. 

As you circle your way back to the front of the club entrance, you catch a mess of dark curls bobbing frantically around. You recognize the curls immediately as you’ve come to know them quite intimately and quicken your pace to catch up to the bouncing figure. 

You finally meet his panicked brown eyes, instantly stopping him in his tracks.

“Sweetheart, where were you? Are you alright?” He asks as he tightly grabs your shoulders, leaning over to scan his eyes across your figure for any signs of distress or injuries. 

“I just needed some fresh air. I mean ... I told Robin I’d be right back.” You reply, voice soft as you can see how frightened and frazzled he seems. 

“You should’ve let me know, sweetheart, I got nervous something happened!” His grip slightly tightens as his voice grows louder, more on edge. 

“Then I thought I heard an ambulance and got even more scared and- … ” You cut him off by placing a hand on his cheek.

 “Hey … I’m ok, I promise…” Your eyes both search each other for a moment before his finally soften and melt into yours. 

“I’m sorry I scared you … I really didn't mean to,” you say softly. 

He carefully brings your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss into your warm palm before bringing it down and clasping it with his much larger hand. 

"Alright...how ‘bout we call it a night, yeah?” You felt guilty at the potential of ruining the fun everyone seemed to be having but eventually gave in to the signs your body seemed to be giving you. 

“Ok, Eds…” Eddie then slung an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in tightly to his body before doing your rounds of goodbyes to the rest of the group. 

As you leaned your head against the window of Eddie’s van, you couldn't help but grow warm at the thought of Eddie being so protective over you and how you are so very lucky to know you are cared for intrinsically. 

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

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NSFW WARNING!!!

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additionally because i'm in a silly goofy mood ... just thinking about eddie making love to you while you wear his battle vest. like his eyes would be so wide and big in admiration as he feels the denim and buttons rub against his bare chest. despite the jean material being rough, i bet it'd feel kind of amazing against your nipples as he's thrusting into you ...

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and don't even get me started on how he'd react to you being on your hands and knees and staring down to see your hair sprawled against his dio patch ... LORDYYYYY

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if someone wanted to write this in full length, please do as i'd lose my mind

[memoiremunson]

happy valentine's day lovies!!! <333

i just had this little idea rattling around my head all day and it's in part inspired by this song here.

I imagine that just like this year, Valentine's Day falls on a Tuesday. Tuesday nights are normally gig nights at the Hideout with the rest of the Corroded Coffin ensemble. Eddie wanted to cancel the gig for a special date night but you insisted he go on and the two of you would celebrate after the show as the gig paid a nice amount of cash.

what you don't know is that he curated a set with the boys 3 weeks prior of love songs that he wrote for you and dedicated to you throughout your guys relationship.

So there you sit, dolled up and looking like a daydream when you hear the first couple of chords before Eddie begins serenading you with the poetry of Queen's Your kind of lover.

Dazed and absolutely smitten, Eddie adores the way you beam at him and move to the rhythm of music.

It was the most romantic thing you could've asked for, and Eddie is nothing but a hopeless romantic when it comes to you.

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Note: listening to this song i can see and hear eddie singing and performing this so vividly like its so him coded ... crying real tears i want and need and love and miss him so BAD

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Saccharine Mornings - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie admires your process getting ready.

A/N: I know it's been a while but life has been crazy (in a good way!) and today I just felt inspired to finally write this idea that i've had floating around! Also, I felt this wasn't my best work so i might update it later but for now, c'est la vie! As always, hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 581

Warnings: nudity, kissing, fluff

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The morning had been crisp when Eddie first felt his consciousness work to alert his sore, tired limbs. He became acutely aware of the dark ringlets tickling his cheeks.

Groaning, his hand felt for a hair tie, rummaging through the wrinkled sheets as his eyes closed in desperation to gain as much sleep as possible. Finding one of yours, as yours always had a metal band rather than just elastic, he smiled lazily.

Sitting up, the sheets pooled in his lap, soft and warm from the heat garnered by your nude bodies. He slowly gathered his ruly curls into a low bun. Eddie finally broke his eyes open.

The golden sunlight had managed to crack through the curtains. Eddie let out a happy sigh as this was probably one of his favorite times of the day. He could hear the shower head running and gradually creaking to an end, signaling you had finished your morning shower.

Eddie waited patiently in bed, much more awake now that he was about to watch you get ready. Eddie simply loved watching you pamper and ready yourself for the day ahead. It was something that was both intimate and domestic in its nature.

He could never pinpoint how he came to love this act of normalcy but in his eyes, you were the epitome of beauty. He always felt that your beauty was a clear glass reflection of how beautiful your soul is.

Breaking his stream of thoughts about you, you walked out in a towel. A smile spread across your face as you met his honey-brown eyes.

You could still see the blanket of sleep over him but his eyes still lit ablaze every time you met them. You scanned his frame, how the sunlight seemed to kiss his chest, highlighting his various tattoos. You loved Eddie like this. Relaxed, hair fluffy and wild, and absolutely love-smitten.

Soft “good morning’s” are exchanged but kept quiet to not interrupt the tranquility of the moment. You immediately went to do your after-shower routine. Dropping your towel, you poured lotion onto your palms, warming them up before lathering your skin.

Eddie watched and basked in the glory of your womanly form. He drank in the way you so delicately rubbed the sweet-smelling cream into your skin, massaging it in with expertise.

He sometimes asked if he could do it for you but today was not one of those days, today he simply wanted to admire.

The room is quiet as the only sounds are of you rustling around putting on various products and Eddie’s light breathing. His eyes glaze over as you finish putting your lipstick on.

Finished with your routine, you make your way over to his side of the bed before planting a kiss on his full lips. He drinks in the soft moan you let out as he pulls you in tighter from your neck. You break the kiss, happy that the lipstick’s promise of being smudge-proof proved true.

“I’ll see you after work, yeah?” You ask. Voice low and eyes desperately lost in the depths of Eddie’s doe eyes.

“Of course, baby. I’ll be there to pick you up like always.” He smirks. His thumb brushing your cheek ever so lightly.

Blushing, you finally make your way out of the room towards the front door, leaving for work.

Eddie runs his fingers over his lips with the gentlest touch where your saccharine lips once were. He wonders how he got ever so lucky.

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

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𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

The Big Night : you find out the championship game is the same night as Eddie's campaign and convince him and the club to go support Lucas.

Bad Day : you have a bad day that only Eddie Munson can cure.

Authentic Self : you finally come out to your boyfriend Eddie as bisexual and he comforts you.

Casual Dominance : various instances where your bf Eddie Munson demonstrates dominant behaviors in your relationship.

Dungeon Master : your boyfriend Eddie has invited you to join in on a DnD sesh for the first time and you innocently call him master.

Mother Nature Strikes : with your head a bit in the clouds, Eddie saves the day when you bleed through your pants at school.

Lace : you call Nancy for her advice before going all the way with your boyfriend, Eddie Munson. Of course, Eddie comforts you.

Bejeweled : your loving boyfriend, Eddie Munson, reveals the story behind the ring on his fourth finger and opens up to you about his mom.

Melting : out on a picnic, you use the reflection in your boyfriend's, Eddie Munson, sunglasses to apply your lipgloss, leading to a heated, intimate moment.

Saccharine Mornings: Eddie admires your process getting ready.

Fright:  Eddie grows protective as you disappear on a night out with the gang.

𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧

Nightmare : you wake up from a nightmare to be comforted by your protective boyfriend, joe quinn

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Crazy for You : you and Steve go out on date night and end the night with singing and bruised lips &lt;3

This list will be updated as best as possible. Thank you for reading and please feel free to share! Guidelines for requests will be linked on my pinned post! <3

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Nightmare - Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: you wake up from a nightmare to be comforted by your protective boyfriend, joe quinn

A/N: I initially didn't want to write RPF on this account but I wrote this as a way to cope with this really horrible dream I had last night. I understand that some people are not comfortable with RPF so please skip if you wish. Aside from that, I hope if you read, you enjoy and are able to find as much comfort in as I did. happy reading <3

Word Count: 1,167

Warnings: panic attack, anxiety, paranoia, nightmare, night terror

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You wake up suddenly, the nightmare only seeming to end just shy of a second ago, feeling so real, so terrifying. Your eyes feel groggy but on high alert, as you remain frozen in a panic-filled vibrating body. The pounding of your heart and the veil of the dream world seem to make the room feel hot and stuffy. Heat radiates off your body just as much as the fear does as you slowly lift your body into an upright position. 

The paranoia begins to seep into every one of your senses as your eyes dart around the dark room. You quickly remember that you had your window slightly open for the cool breeze to come in last night. The feeling that someone was waiting to come through it is amplified as the premise of the nightmare comes back to you. The remnants of your dream are rationalized in your frazzled mind that it was a warning of some kind and you need to close and lock it immediately. However, you are much too terrified to move.

Just as quickly as all your thoughts swirl around your head, you remember him. Joe was sleeping peacefully next to you, slightly hugging his pillow as soft snores left his open mouth. You slightly whimper at the fact that you are going to wake him up but the fear and panic you feel are all the more encompassing than the guilt for waking him.

You slowly reach out a shaky hand to rub his shoulder. His reaction is delayed as he's deep in rem sleep but he slowly comes to. His deep voice drips with exhaustion as he says, “Mmm, what is it, baby?” 

As the words fall out of his puffy lips, the tears began to flow. The tightening of your chest and muscles begins and is accompanied by the sound of your breath heightening. 

Your words come out much like a child’s, “I had a bad dream.” 

The breaking of your voice and hyperventilation quickly alerts Joe as he turns around on his side. He scoots up the bed and matches your position as he feels your hand squeeze furiously on his forearm. His mind registers that you're having a panic attack and goes straight into action to get you to calm down. 

“Hey hey hey, shhh, you’re alright, baby. I'm right here just breathe with me, ok, deep breaths.” His voice comes out much clearer and stern as he catches your wild eyes with his owlish ones. He then begins to get you to match your breathing with his. 

Inhaling and exhaling to get your lungs to open back up and ease the tension in your panicked-induced body. You try your best to focus on his chest as you find his eyes too hard to peer into. Your breaths came out shakily but begin to match the pace he had set. 

Joe then brings the hand that wasn't clutching your own to brush the apples of your cheeks. Trying his best to ground you and focus on him. It works as your breathing evens out. However, the dark room still does nothing to ease your nerves. 

Joe breaks the silence of your hushed breaths asking, “Are you alright, sweetheart?” You whimper again at the question. Only answering with a soft, “light.” Understanding you, he nods his head, reaching behind him, hand still holding yours, as he scoots to his bedside table to flick on the lamp. 

The soft golden hue of the lamp lights the room, giving you a better view of him and the familiarity of your bedroom. 

“How’s tha, love, better?” He asks, hopeful that the light eases you even more. You nod a solemn nod, still alert at the fact that your bedroom window is open and unlocked. Your eyes make their way past him, staring at the now ominous break in your safe space. Again, your small voice comes out in a broken ask. 

“C-can … can you lock the window… please?” 

Joe lets out a breathy, “Of course, love,” giving you a reassuring smile.

He gives your hand one last squeeze before parting from you and swinging his legs over the bed to lock the window. The rustling of the sheets and his soft footsteps on the carpet as he makes his way over seem amplified to your frightened state. However, you focus on your breathing as best you can. Your eyes follow his every movement, nerves still on edge from the disturbing images of your dream. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in as the soft click of the window sounds out and he turns back to you, making quick work of sliding back into bed with you.

Your watery eyes watch him attentively. He reaches out for you and you finally allow yourself to be held to his chest. A flood of security washes over you as you feel the thump of his soft heartbeat and arms wrap around your fragile form. His hands flit across your back and begin to gently play with the ends of your hair. The moment is filled with silence as Joe simply holds you. 

His eyes close as he curses your mind for making you so paranoid and scared. If he could, he would take away any ounce of pain in a second. The rumble of his hushed voice breaks the silence. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” The whisper of his voice bounces around the room. 

You nod no furiously against his chest as you feel it's much too soon and painful to talk about it just yet. Joe feels the movement against his chest and feels you clutch his frame even closer, almost as if you flinched at the mere idea of bringing it up. Sensing your discomfort, he immediately retracts the idea. 

“Ok, ok …” he mumbles. You can almost hear the gears turning as he thinks of what to say.

 As gently as possible, he pulls you from his chest, catching your chin with his forefinger and thumb, making sure you understand perfectly what he is about to say. He stares intensely into your eyes as he gives his speech. 

“I’ve got you, yeah? You’re safe with me, love. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you … I love you.“ He studies your face as you attempt to absorb his promise. You let out a watery smile but nod nonetheless. 

He then scooches the both of you down into the covers, still holding you close as he lulls you to sleep with some soft humming. He figures that whatever horrors your mind must have conjured up really got to you tonight, but he’s determined to alleviate it. 

As you hone in on the soft sounds of your boyfriend, you can’t help but fall asleep securely in the embrace of your love. He’s right, with him by your side, nothing could hurt you, no matter how hard your mind tries to convince you. 

Thank you for reading, Angel <3

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Melting - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Out on a picnic, you use the reflection in your boyfriend's, Eddie Munson, sunglasses to apply your lipgloss, leading to a heated, intimate moment.

A/N: I've been obsessed with Melting by Kali Uchis and it helped inspire me with this concept. I also experienced something similar to this the other night and knew I had to apply it to Eddie! Hope you enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1,191

Warnings: kissing, sexual tension

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It was another warm sunny day in Hawkins, Indiana. The dew in the air from last night still lingered heavily as the rays of sunshine caused sweat to glisten and stick to your and Eddie’s skin. Determined to have a good day, you and Eddie persevered. A cool breeze eventually worked to balance out the heat though, making it a nice day to be out. 

The plan for the day included a picnic in a park, something more intimate as the days of the week had been so far filled with babysitting your favorite rambunctious tweens. You loved the kids but you needed some alone time with your Eddie. So here you were, legs and shoulders on display as you drank in the sun, an image straight out of a painting Eddie thought. 

Eddie’s cassette player lowly played a mixtape you had both worked on a couple of days before. The soft melodies floated through the sticky air as Eddie lay next to you, sunglasses on and strong arms folded behind his mane of unruly curls. His soft breathing is heard as your ear is keen to him despite the music. It seemed that you were tuned in to every single noise and movement of his nowadays after spending so much time together. It was comforting, grounding even. 

Soon after a couple of quiet moments, you run your tongue over your lips, feeling the heat begin to dry them out, chapping them in consequence. Grumbling slightly you look to see where you placed your purse to find a remedy. The disturbance in your position catches Eddie’s attention as he cranes his head to watch you. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asks, voice dripping in a sickening sweetness. 

“Yeah, just need to find my purse.” Your words come out spaced and distracted as you sift through the items of the picnic basket and snacks to look for your small purse. 

Eddie now sits up helping you search for the bag. Looking to his side, he sees it peeking out from under his back.

“Aha! It was right next to me the whole time.” He hands it over to you, fingers purposely brushing against your delicate ones. 

“Thank you, Teddy,” voice hushed, offering him a smile that comes across as both demure and seductive.

You search for the tiny tube of moisturizing lip gloss you had packed, finding it with ease. As you look for your compact mirror, you’re surprised to see it missing. A small pout begins to form on your face as you had thought you packed one. Eddie watches your expressions intently, mesmerized by your expressions. He couldn't believe that you were his, a goddess to a mere mortal.  

You lift your head up, eyes frantically scouring for where there was the slightest hint of a reflective surface. Your face suddenly shoots to look at Eddie, remembering the sunglasses perched on the bridge of his beautiful nose. Another smile, as damning as the one before, grows on your face as an idea settles in your head. 

Eddie mimics your staring as he catches your eyes, though his are hidden behind the barrier of his lenses. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” He asks, voice all teasing and poking at the playful aura you’ve now adopted. 

You slide closer to him now, your sundress slightly shifting further up, showing the expanse of your fleshy, sun-kissed thighs. 

“Edssss … can I use the reflection in your glasses to put on my lipgloss?” You really work up the charm as you say this, mascara-coated eyelashes batting furiously and chapped lips jutting out almost comically. 

“Of course, baby. You know I can never say no to you.” You know this to be true but still like to hear when he says it as it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. 

He leans forward, sticking his thickly veined neck out, one of your favorite features of his, to bring his face closer to yours. However, you’re quick to push his broad shoulders back as you hike your legs over his to straddle his thighs.

Your dress now pooled around your hips, leaving a glimpse of your panties to be exposed for his eyes only. The bare skin of his thighs meets yours, the sensation heightened by the rough jean material of his black cut-off shorts. 

A small gasp slips out of Eddie’s parted lips as you settle onto his lap. His metal-adorned hands instinctively find purchase on your hips, holding you securely. 

You bring up the small tube to extract the wand covered in gloss. Now that you are mere inches from his face, you can make out the shape of his eyes better now. 

The tube makes a soft clicking sound as you bring the wand up to your lips, half watching yourself apply the sticky substance, half gazing into those beautiful doe eyes of Eddie’s. They are usually curious and wide in general, but they seem almost like saucers now as he watches with a deep fascination. 

His senses are enhanced now as well, making him feel like one of the superheroes he read about in comics when he was younger. The waft of your perfume, the sight of your parted lips, the stickiness that has gathered at the connection of both of your thighs, the sun illuminating your hair from behind, everything comes at him at once. He can’t help to be silent and still in his place. Scared to interrupt the intimacy of the moment. 

Satisfied with your application, you nod your head slightly, sliding the wand back into the tube. You begin to move back in order to resume your sunbathing position. Eddie moves a second slower at your wiggling, delayed in reaction but manages to hold you tight to prevent the progression of your moments. 

You turn your head to meet his face again, knowing he wouldn’t let you get away that easy in the suggestive position you’ve placed the both of you in. Eddie’s quick to grab your chin with his forefinger and thumb, the cool ridges of his rings pressing into the heat of your chin as he plants a firm kiss on your glossed lips. 

Only now you both wear the gloss as the kiss has smeared the shine onto his full lips. You let out a giggle at the boy with flushed cheeks and pink-tinted lips. It’s almost criminal how pretty he looks with lipgloss on.

“Edsss … you messed up my lipgloss! I’m going to have to reapply it againnnn,” you whine, lip curling up into a smirk as your voice travels to a higher pitch towards the end of your sentence. 

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to stay here and fix it.” He says as if he hadn’t intended to keep you in his lap longer. A cheeky smile breaks out on his face, dimples and pearly whites on full display. You match him with your own radiant smile as you lean back in for a more passionate kiss.

Needless to say, your tube of lipgloss was nearly empty by the time you two ventured home. 

Thank you for reading, Angel <3

[memoiremunson]

hii, i saw your post about that dad!joe fic and i immediately thought of this one

idk if it's the one you're looking for but i hope it is <3

OMGGGG THIS IS IT !!!! THANK YOUUUUU SO MUCH <3333 BTW I LOVE YOUR WORKS !!!

[memoiremunson]

sorry this isn't an actual fic post but i have been searching for this specific dad!joseph quinn fic forever now and i'm getting desperate! I remember there was a line about how reader would breastfeed their baby and he felt a little sad about not being able to connect with the baby like that so he does a lot of skin on skin contact w baby. It was super soft and sweet and very well written and i can't seem to find it in my likes! if you could please help me find this fic i'd be forever grateful, thank you !!! <333

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Bejeweled - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your loving boyfriend, Eddie Munson, reveals the story behind the ring on his fourth finger and opens up to you about his mom.

A/N: I really love to read people's different interpretations about Eddie's mom and wanted to contribute my ideas! Hope you enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1,251

Warnings: death, grief, crying, angst, kissing

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You and Eddie were wrapped up in his bed, school clothes strewn across the messy floor of his room. The skin-on-skin contact was a warm welcome after the long, overstimulating day at Hawkins High. The air was filled with a comfortable silence as the two of you listened to the patter of rain on the metal roof. The rain worked as a soft lullaby, a soundtrack to the steady breaths and beating hearts the two of you emitted. 

Eddie lay between your legs, large hands finding purchase on the expanse of your back as he wrapped his arms loosely around your frame. Your bare chest cushioned the sleepy boy’s head, allowing him to nuzzle into your sweet aroma. His soft breath against your skin would often be interrupted by the gentle press of his lips. 

Meanwhile, your hands worked to thread the knots in his black curls from the course of the school day, ever so slightly grazing your nails over his scalp. You break the stillness of the atmosphere by humming the song that had been stuck in your head all day. 

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?

Eddie is able to feel the soft vibrations you emit from your throat at the level of your chest. He imagines the sound rattling around furiously in the cages of your lungs. 

“My mom used to love that song.”

You instantly still. You almost missed the words as you brought your humming to a stop. Despite being together for a couple of months, Eddie had never really brought up his mom. It seemed to still be a very sore spot in that tender heart of his. 

Wanting to proceed cautiously, you try to think of what to say. 

“It’s been stuck in my head all day.” As you say this, you resume your tending to his mane. 

He hums in acknowledgment, letting out a sigh. 

He then breaks his calm embrace, lifting his head and moving his right hand up to ghost over your face. His knuckles brush the apples of your cheek as his eyes dance across the features of your face before settling on your eyes. 

“I love you.” Those three words had terrified him before he met you but here he was opening the wounds he tried so desperately to tie off and conceal. 

“I love you, Eds. so much.” You then brought your hand to hover over his. 

Eddie then breaks the intense eye contact to press a gentle but firm kiss to yours. It acts as a seal of his deep love for you, a love he felt deep in his bones, sometimes, he felt them physically ache as he watched you laugh or throw him a smile. 

You’re the first to break away as your lungs run out of air. Bringing your foreheads together, you rest to fully breathe in the moment. Your fingers then delicately feel the ring that almost never seemed to leave his fourth finger on his hand. He gently pulls his head back to meet the movement of your fiddling with his ring.

He watches, almost transfixed, by the way you run your fingertips over the jewel placed in the middle of the band. His eyes glaze over slightly as he reminisces about the scarce memories he has of his mother. 

He parts his swollen lips to speak.

“It used to be hers.” His lip slightly wobbles as his voice goes weak. 

“She - uh - it was a family heirloom … reminded her of home … before she ran off with my dad.” You listen intently as he recalls his past. 

“Wayne gave it to me … after the funeral. He said that she w-would’ve-uh-” A tear slips out of his eye but you’re quick to catch it, “she would’ve wanted me to have it.” 

You can’t help but begin to feel your throat constrict as you watch your 20 year old boyfriend turn into the little boy that was left on the doorstep of Wayne's trailer.  

“It’s a beautiful ring, baby.” 

He lets out a wet laugh. “Yeah, it is.” 

“That song, she uh- used to play it all the time on our record player, she played it until it jumped, and even then she wouldn't stop playing it.” His eyes shine as he recalls the way his mother would laugh and sing and smile at her beautiful baby boy while Elvis’s voice played. 

You smile at him, absorbing every detail you could about the wonderful person that brought your Eddie to this world. 

His face turns serious again. 

“I think that’s … that’s what I miss most about her. Her love for music.”

This revelation slightly surprised you as you had always assumed he got his affinity for musicality from Wayne teaching him guitar when he was younger as a way to bond when he first moved in with him. But this was new, better almost. 

“She seemed like a romantic. Like someone else I know.” You poke slight fun at the boy, earning you a smile that showed off his adorable dimples.  

You had always suspected that Eddie got his romanticism from a lack of love in his past as a form of trauma. But now, you had realized that it stemmed from his mother. She was the one who had instilled the heart of gold in her son. 

Gone too soon, with so much love left to give. Eddie was now able to carry her love on. The thought brings tears to drop down your starry eyes. You feel lucky that you are able to experience the love her son had offered you, now knowing the root of where it came from. 

“She would’ve loved you, sweetheart.” This makes your heart drop in the best way possible. It was only so tragic that she wouldn’t be able to tell you herself, but her son’s words would do. 

“Oh, Eddie.” Your heart gushes, overwhelmed with how vulnerable he’s being with you and at the sadness of it all. 

“Yeah … she definitely would’ve loved you.” You feel your eyes begin to let out more tears before he chuckles lightly, interrupting your flow. 

“Ok, ok, enough being sad now,” he said with a lighter air to his tone as he let out a breathy laugh and shook his head, curls bouncing a little, “can you keep playing with my hair and singing?” He asked you with those puppy dog eyes that made you crumble every time, only this time his eyes were red-rimmed and glassy.

“Of course, Eds. Lay back down.”

He got situated back into your arms and laid his head atop your breasts again.

“Thank you for telling me about your mom.” 

The swell of his heart began to grow again as he said, “I’m glad I can tell you about her.”

You let the silence drift over the both of you for a moment before resuming your previous activities. 

And at that moment, he knew you were the one. Simultaneously, you silently vowed to protect the boy you held so lovingly in your arms. You would fight a million demobats or Jason Carver types before they could touch him. Call it maternal instinct or teenage hormones, but one thing you knew for sure is that you loved Eddie Munson with every inch of your soul and no one could take his precious soul away from you. 

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

[memoiremunson]

Lace - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Nancy Wheeler x Platonic!Reader

Summary: You call Nancy for her advice before going all the way with your boyfriend, Eddie Munson. Of course, Eddie comforts you.

A/N: I'm not sure if I love this but I wanted to put it out. Hope you enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1,716

Warnings: mention of virginity, sex, pubic hair, hair grooming, kissing

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You and Eddie had been going out for a couple of months, and things were going really well. He was your first real boyfriend and relationship and Eddie treated you like you were a goddess among mortals. Yet, there was still caution tape around the idea of being physical. Sure you had kissed and made out, once even making out with both of your shirts off, but that was the furthest you had gone. Eddie was sure to assure you that there was no rush and that you could set the pace as you were a virgin. This had eased your nerves surrounding the topic but not entirely. 

You were still so shy to ask Eddie questions regarding sex so you went to the only person you knew who had some experience in the area and understood what boys liked as she was sought after consistently, Nancy Wheeler. 

It was a late afternoon after school and you had decided to call Nancy. Usually, you would hang out with Eddie after school but convinced him to drop you off at your house as you said you needed to really focus and study for your upcoming exam. You felt bad for slightly lying to him but you needed Nance’s advice and wanted to do it in private. He, of course, respected your wishes but insisted on a quick make-out sesh for compensation. 

That was only two hours ago but already felt like yesterday. 

Hesitantly, you pick up your phone placed on your nightstand and push the numbers in. You twirl the cord between your fingers suddenly focused in on your chipped nail polish as you wait for the dial tone to turn into a familiar voice. 

The crackle of the phone then turns into a voice. Slightly perking up, you hear Nance say, “Hello, this is Nancy!”’

“H-hey Nance, it’s Y/N!” You manage to stutter out, nerves seemingly coming through. 

“Oh, Y/N, hi, how are you?” She replies sweetly.

“Good…good, how are you?” You reply, feeling awkward about not knowing how to bring up the question on your mind without seeming too blunt about it. 

“I’m good!.” Her chipper tone is underlined with a bit of confusion. 

A silence falls between the two of you. 

You break that silence with a soft clearing of your throat before speaking. 

“So, I was actually calling about … um…” You pause trying to find the right words. 

Nancy waits patiently on the other end, her curiosity peaked. 

“Well, actually I had a bit of a … um … well, frankly, personal question for you.”

“Oh!” Her reply came out quick and sharp. 

“Yeah, it’s just … things are going well with Eddie and me, and I needed your advice about something.” 

“Okayyy. You know you can come to me about anything, right Y/N?” Nancy notices your hesitation in asking as you dance around the question. Her voice comes out in a soothing, nurturing manner, one you’ve become all too familiar with as she was the older girl. 

“Of course, that’s why I came to you about this!” You reply, once again, feeling reassured that she would not judge you and that you were safe to ask away. You squeeze your eyes shut, clutching the phone, and begin to spill your thoughts. 

“Sooo … Eddie and I haven't been um ‘intimate’ together yet and I finally feel ready to take that next step when the opportunity comes up but I’m not sure what I should do about my grooming … down there. And I know that you've been intimate with a guy before so I was wondering what I should do because I feel a bit lost on the topic and not sure what Eddie would prefer. Like, I definitely think he would love me regardless but I still want to…,” you suddenly feel lost for words, “I don’t know… impress him maybe. I’m not sure. I just want to feel confident and not embarrass myself.” Finishing your long rant, you feel out of breath as the words tumble out of your mouth quickly. 

Before Nancy has the chance to speak you quickly cut her off. 

“Before you say anything, I also don’t want it to seem like I’m insinuating you're promiscuous or anything but-” 

Now Nancy is quick to cut you off.

“No, no no I definitely didn’t take it like that. I get it … I do.” Nancy takes the moment to reminisce on wishing she had an older friend when she and Barb were younger. Recovering from the bittersweet moment, she works to console you.

“Look, in all honesty, I did shave when I first got intimate with…,” She pauses as she bites her lip, not entirely wanting to remember the past but doing so anyways, “Steve because I thought that he would want that and sort of expect but we never really talked about it.” 

Your soft breathing is heard by Nancy as you take in what she’s saying. 

“It wasn’t until Jonathon, really, that he assured me he didn't mind if I shaved or not.” Her voice is gentle as she reveals this deeply personal information. 

You take a minute to ponder all she's said. Brain trying to compute the words.

There is a beat of silence before Nancy speaks again. 

“Does that help at all or…” She trails off unsure of your next response. 

“Yeah, it does! Sorry. I was just … thinking.” You bite your lip as the words slip out of your mouth, gears still working in your head. 

“Y/N…”

“Yeah?”

“Just don’t get too in your head about it, ok? I’m sure whatever you end up doing, you’ll be fine and like you said, Eddie will appreciate whatever you choose to do.” 

Finally feeling the tension ease in your shoulders, you let out a soft sigh and allow your eyes to close. 

Nodding your head despite her not being able to see you say, “Thanks Nance, I think I just … needed to talk it out. I really appreciate you.” 

“Of course, Y/N… I mean we’ve been in the upside down together I think we can handle the mystery of boys.” She says with a peek of sarcasm and humor creeping through. 

You let out a laugh, Nancy copying you across the line.

“You’re so right. How could I EVER forget.” 

Your giggles eventually die down as you realize you should probably get back to your studying. 

“Alright, Nance, well I’ll let you go now as I have to get back to studying but really, thank you!”

“It’s no problem, really! I’ll see you at school tomorrow. Bye!” 

“Bye!”

As the line clicks, you feel much more comfortable with what you want to do. Heat rushes to your cheeks at the prospect of finally going all the way with your metalhead boyfriend. Before more thoughts can invade your mind, you shake your head, heading back over to your desk to focus on your notes. 

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Eddie’s hand begins to drift down your body, soft touches and caresses leaving a hot streak in their wake. He pulls back from your swollen lips as his calloused fingertips brush the band of your underwear. 

“Are you still sure about this, sweetheart?” He whispers as his voice drips in lust yet still gentle. 

You nod excitedly, “Yes, Eds. I’m sure.” 

The thought of him touching your freshly shaved mound crosses your mind briefly as he stares at you with those doe eyes of his. 

“Alright, I’m just going to prep you before we actually do anything else, ok?” Eyes holding you in an intense gaze filled with lust and devout love. “I’ll be gentle,” he mumbles softly in assurance to you.  

“Ok, baby.” You breathe out, closing your eyes as he leans back in to meet your lips and his hand travels down past the barrier of your underwear band. 

You didn't want to ruin the moment but your curiosity had begun to speak for you before you could process it. 

“Do you like it?” 

“Do I like what, baby?” His voice came out in a much more hushed tone but laced with confusion and slight concern. 

Your eyes now opened to meet his curious gaze. However, you quickly averted them as you begin to speak. 

“H-how it feels … like … down there?” 

His eyes bore into your face. 

It takes him a second to process what you’re actually asking him. 

His face softens even more than it already had as he feels a small smile tug at his lips, amused at the idea of you being so shy and wanting his approval. 

“Baby, look at me, please?” He asks as he brings his forefinger and thumb to your chin, directing your eyes to meet his owlish ones. 

He’s careful in his approach to providing you with a response. 

“If you want to shave or not, it wouldn't really matter to me, sweetheart. It’s your body and you can do what you want with it. I’ll always love you.” The hand that held your chin now moves delicately to caress your temple and ghosts over your cheek. 

As you look into his eyes, there’s a flood of genuineness and love. Lust and his adoration for you swirl in the pools of his black irises. It’s a look that makes you shiver under the intense gaze. He breaks the silence of the moment as his full lips part to speak. 

“I mean, I do like how I can see every inch of you like this but I'm not scared of a little hair. I’m a man.” He gives you a goofy smile as he finishes his sentence, knowing you’d tease him for his statement.

Your laughs fill the space of the cozy room, both of you feeling much more at ease. 

“You’re it for me, Eds.” Your voice oozes love, sealing the intimacy of how close your bodies are. 

He lets out a deep hum in acknowledgment. 

“Sweetheart, there was no one else but you.” 

You smile as he leans in to capture you in a kiss that leaves you breathless. It seemed that for the rest of the night you were trying to capture air, only to love the feeling of being on cloud nine with your metalhead boyfriend by your side. 

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

[memoiremunson]

Mother Nature Strikes - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: With your head a bit in the clouds, Eddie saves the day when you bleed through your pants at school.

A/N: This is a pretty specific self-indulgent fic that I don't know why it came to me but it did. I don't know if you can tell but I really love comfort!eddie and being coddled. Like, all feminism leaves my body when I think about this man, LOL! Anyways, I hope you're still able to enjoy this one! <3

Word Count: 1,010

Warnings: period, blood, protective Eddie, fluff, cursing, pills, mentions of female genitalia

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The worst possible case scenario, the worst nightmare you could possibly conjure up in your mind had actually happened. Of course, it had to happen to you. And yet, Eddie Munson, your shining knight with luscious ringlets of black hair had come to your rescue. 

The day had started as any other, with a groan and a mental middle finger to mother nature as you popped some medicine for your cramps. Your period was here and present but you had done what every other person with a vagina did, grit your teeth and carry on. 

You greeted your metalhead boyfriend when he came to pick you up for school and felt the tension slowly dissolve from your body. Throughout the morning, increments of your stress began to ease as the pain in your lower abdomen did.

Seeing Eddie’s bright puppy eyes and hearing the low reverb of his voice in your ears certainly aided the process but it wasn't until lunch that things would take a turn for the worse. 

Granted, popping four ibuprofen maybe wasn't the best idea but hey, you needed the pain gone. Given this fact, your mind had actually clouded a bit due to the heavier dosage.

The smile on your face after Eddie made you laugh faded from your face slower than normal, paired with the slightly glossy eyes, your attentive boyfriend definitely picked up on the sense that you were feeling off. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you feeling alright?” He asked in a hushed voice as he sat next to you at the Hellfire table while the other boys rambled amongst themselves. 

“Mmhmm” The soft vibration being the only thing you could muster up. 

“Are you sure, honey? I don’t like when you don't tell me the truth.” He worded his question carefully as he didn't necessarily want to call you a liar, but it seemed that he really wasn't buying what you were trying to sell him. 

“Yeah, Eds, I’m-'m cool.” You responded, a dopey smile crossing your features as you hoped your words would soothe the curiousness in your boyfriend's voice. 

You then realized you should probably head to the restroom. 

As you stood, Eddie’s hand was quick to reach out to hold yours. 

“I’m jus' goin' to the bathroom, Eds.” You said delicately as you rubbed your thumb over his knuckle before gently dropping his hand. 

Turning away, you made your way toward the bathrooms outside the cafeteria. From his seat at the table, Eddie couldn't help but to watch your form as you walked away. As his eyes scanned over your backside, his brown doe eyes widened as he spotted a blood stain on the back of your light-wash jeans. 

You hadn’t felt it as the pills made your head feel lighter than usual. 

Eddie was quick to scramble out of his chair and walk toward your oblivious form. 

Suddenly, you felt the warmth of Eddie’s forearms embrace you in a hug from behind, the massive expanse of his larger frame over your shorter one working to shield the accident. Confusion filled you as the two of you weren't big into pda at school, especially in the cafeteria for everyone to see. 

“Whoa, sweetheart, hey how about you put my jacket on, yeah?” 

You felt his breath near your ear but craned to look at his face. The confusion written all over your face led him to offer you a pained smile. 

His eyes looked to your lips, breaking eye contact as he felt you would grow highly embarrassed of what he was about to say. 

“You … um … bled through your pants, sweetheart.” 

Suddenly it felt as though cold water had been poured down your back. The relaxation you had gotten from the pain vanished as your veins turned cold and embarrassment washed over you. Eddie watched the way your face fell instantly. 

“A-are you serious?” Your voice came out weak and small.

“Unfortunately I am, sweetheart, but look,” he slightly stepped back for a moment, rescinding his arms as he took his jacket off as fast as he could to put over your shoulders, covering your backside, “you can’t see it if you have my jacket on.” His arms rubbed your shoulders, attempting to soothe your nerves. 

“Ok, thanks, baby.” You gripped the jacket closer to your chest, the scent of green apples, old spice deodorant, cheap cologne, and cigarettes filled your hormone-induced sensitive nose. Smells usually overwhelmed you but this one comforted you as it felt like home. 

“Alright, now let’s head to the bathroom and, then after we ditch this hellhole and watch movies at my place? How does that sound?” Eddie asked as his hands held firmly around your shoulders, protectively guiding you out of the cafeteria to your initial destination. 

You let out a small moan as the idea seemed perfect. 

“Sounds like heaven, Eds.”

Eddie let out a small smile as both of you continued walking. 

Finally, reaching the bathroom, you realized you had actually forgotten to bring one of the products you used with you. 

You sharply turned to face Eddie as you bring your body to a complete stop, just short of a few steps in front of the bathroom door. 

“Shit, I forgot to get what I need. Would you mind getting it from the little pocket in my backpack please?” Eddie watched as your lips formed a soft pout and your eyes shone as you pleaded. 

“Of course, baby. I’ll be right back,” giving your forehead a chaste kiss before speeding off to grab what you needed from your backpack. 

As you stood outside the bathroom door, frame drowning in black leather and the aroma Eddie held, somehow all you could think about was how much you loved your sweet doting boyfriend. Your hormonal mind then wanders to how it would be to be celebrating a missed period instead of dealing with one that made you leak through your jeans. A shy giggle bubbles from your throat as you daydream about your future with the lovable metalhead. 

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

[memoiremunson]

Dungeon Master - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: your boyfriend Eddie has invited you to join in on a DnD sesh for the first time and you innocently call him master.

A/N: This is a shorter work but I thought it'd be such a cute, funny, hot scenario. I also don't play DnD but I tried my best so I'm sorry if it isn't accurate to how the game is actually played! I hope you enjoy! <3

Word Count: 657

Warnings: sexual tension, "master" pet name, fluff

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You and Eddie were fresh in your relationship and Eddie thought it’d be the perfect time to finally let you join in on one of Hellfire’s DnD sessions. Now, you hadn’t a clue about the mystical fantasy game your boyfriend would ramble for hours about. You had only known that there were monsters and that your Eddie was the designated “Dungeon Master.” So here you were, all dolled up sitting next to Eddie’s throne under the candle-lit drama room, hoping you’d not embarrass yourself too much in front of the club.

With one final theatrical sentence, Eddie had finished a summary of where the club was headed next in the campaign. Eddie now turned to you, eyes anticipating your reaction to his imaginary world and words on the tip of his tongue. 

“Since this is your first time, Princess Y/C/N….” he said in his lower register, “I believe you have first roll and call to action.” 

His hand delicately slipped an odd-shaped dice in your hand, fingers grazing lightly. You felt the eyes of each member watch yours closely as you closed your palm around the dice. 

Your eyes lifted to meet Eddie’s. You were met with a look of one that held pride and curiosity, a look you were often met with throughout your relationship.

Letting out a soft sigh, you closed your eyes and shook the dice in your hand, releasing it when you felt the time was right. All of you peered towards the middle of the table, waiting to see what fate would be revealed for you and the campaign.

Thankfully, you scored a high number. All hesitation leaving the room and being replaced with small cheers and congratulations. A gentle pat on your shoulder from Dustin guided a large smile to your face. 

You looked to Eddie as he helped explain to you what the high number on the dice meant. As you listened intently, you couldn't help the love-stricken look on your face. Eddie tried to remain cool and collected but he was failing miserably as he stuttered his way through the rest of the explanation. 

He finished with a, “I’m so proud of you, Princess.” 

To which you responded, “Thank you, Master.” 

Suddenly, Eddie froze. 

The rest of Hellfire froze as the remnants of your sweet voice lingered in the air. 

Eddie’s mouth went dry as he fluttered his lashes. 

You had noticed the awkward shift in the air, confused at the complete silence. 

“Did I say something wrong?” You asked, hoping to end the endless staring. 

“N-no it’s just…” Eddie was at a loss for words as he suddenly felt his pants restricting and body temperature heating up. 

Then it clicked. 

“Oh, am I-wait, aren’t we all supposed to address you as “Master” since you’re the 'Dungeon Master?” Innocence seeped from your words but were no match for how the group of teen boys in the room interpreted it.

Eddie chuckled a breathy laugh, his now sweaty hands rubbing the side of his ripped black jeans. 

“No, you don’t have to, sweetheart. I me-mean you could … if you wanted to but-...” The words felt clunky as they tumbled out of his mouth.

A look of surprise crossed your face. “Oh, ok. Sorry, I just thought-”

Eddie was quick to cut you off. 

“It’s completely fine, sweetheart. You didn’t know.” He offered a sincere smile. 

You reciprocated the action before continuing the game with Dustin taking the next turn. 

The moment had left Eddie hot and bothered for the rest of the session. The sound of you calling him “Master” rattles around in his brain like a bat in a cage. The way you looked and sounded so innocent, so pure in intention, not knowing what dirty concoctions it would muster up in his head. He was deeply enamored with you and couldn’t wait for what was to come in the future of your relationship.

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

[memoiremunson]

Casual Dominance - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: various instances where your bf Eddie Munson demonstrates dominant behaviors in your relationship.

A/N: I wrote this pretty quickly as all these scenarios of Eddie being soft/dominant came to me all at once. I am such a sucker for casual dominance like this with Eddie in other fics and had to divulge and write some of my own. I must admit I did draw inspo from a writer on here who I can't remember (sorry!) where they wrote something about Eddie pulling the reader's skirt down. Ever since I read that, it has lived in my brain rent free and thus this was created. So, thank you to that writer whoever you are! Also, the format of this fic is a bit wonky but I hope you're still able to enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1,467

Warnings: smoking, creepy men, drinking, protective Eddie, kissing, defensive Eddie, drugs, fluff

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Eddie is definitely the type to display various ways of casual dominance. He would never be overbearing but I feel like he’d be very protective of you, wanting to ensure the absolute best for you. He had never loved someone so deeply as love in his own life was scarce. A true romantic at heart, Eddie would vow to protect those who he loves dearly, and my oh my if you were his significant other, you would be at the top of his list. 

Sometimes when you’d come home drunk after seeing Corroded Coffin perform at The Hideout, he’d take off your makeup for you, knowing you’d regret it if you didn't because every single time your eyes burned as soon as you cracked them open in the morning. He’d lead your stumbling figure over to sit on the toilet before getting your makeup wipes that he had stashed away in his room. 

“Sit, sweetheart.” 

“Come on, Edsss,” you drawled out, “ ‘m tired,” punctuating your sentence with a huff and a slight pout to your drawn lips. 

He chuckled as he ran his thumb softly over your extended bottom lip, he found you so endearing when you were like this. 

“I know, honey, but we got to get your makeup off.” He spoke in a hushed voice despite the trailer being only the two of you as Wayne was working his shift at the plant. 

You mumbled incoherently with a slight whine to your now higher-pitched voice. 

Eddie had now kneeled to be eye level with you, one of his large jeweled hands expanding over your exposed knee. His warmth seeping into your already heated body. 

His other hand worked to wipe at your darkened eyes gently. His face contorted in concentration as he worked. His dark eyebrows pulled in towards each other as his pink tongue made its way to the corner of his lip. The room suddenly grew quiet with only the hum of the overhead fan going and the soft breaths of yours and Eddie’s filled the air. 

Finally finishing your eyes, Eddie made haste in wiping off the color on your stained lips. You hummed at this, knowing he’d be finished soon. As that peaceful look came across your face, he couldn't help but stare with pure love and adoration in his eyes. His large brown doe eyes sparkled under the rather dull bathroom light but all could see the adoration that pooled in his eyes.

He could no longer resist before pressing his lips to yours in a soft gentle kiss. You reciprocated it despite not being able to really feel it as the alcohol still coursed heavy through your veins.

“I love you so much, sweetheart, you know that?” 

You now opened your eyes to see the face that you were always meant to love. 

“Yes, Eds. I love you too.” 

The two of you stared, taking the moment to truly let the words sink in. You interrupted the serene moment as the weight of your limbs came back from the floaty feeling Eddie’s love gave you just a moment before.

”Can I cuddle with my Eddie Teddy now?” You asked as your lips pouted again and your eyes turned to puppy ones. 

Eddie’s laugh ricocheted off the plastic walls as your smile grew into a giggle. 

“Of course, sweetheart, let’s go.” 

Another instance would be when you’d be talking energetically about something and he would adjust your clothing or hair. Once you were talking enthusiastically about how great the new song was to the hellfire boys at a band session when the neckline of your shirt began to slip lower. Eddie was quick to spot the top of your bra and moved to smooth out your shirt. 

He placed his large hand on your back and slightly tugged the shirt back into place. All the while, the boys made sure to keep direct eye contact with you as they respected Eddie way too much to be disrespecting him in front of him. His eyes met yours briefly as you continued to talk and he gave you an encouraging smile as you continued expressing your excited feelings. 

Another time, you both were at a party playing a stupid drinking game that he can’t seem to ever remember where you were standing up and sitting down again. With your constant movement of going up and down, your skirt had begun to ride up. He noticed some of the guys taking quick glances at your receding skirt line and exposed thighs. Eddie would quickly shut down their wandering eyes by yelling a “Hey! Watch it, man,” putting on that intimidating, hard exterior that had been cultivated from years of being the town freak.

It worked every single time as the guys would quickly look away and not dare to spare another curious glance. His large hand would then gently tug down the material of your skirt, all while admiring your beautiful smile and knowing only he could get to see that much of your exposed skin. Thus, tying into my idea of Eddie being a “my girl can wear what she wants, I can fight” kind of guy.  

Eddie would constantly carry your purse, backpack, shopping bags, anything. He’d refuse to let you carry things as he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible and enjoy whatever you were doing wholeheartedly. He would often look silly with your frilly, soft-toned purses against his hard, studded outfits of metal band t-shirts, signature leather jacket, battle vest, and ripped jeans. Yet, he never hesitated and always felt pride with you by his side. 

One thing he’d always make sure to do was be the driver when you'd two hang out or go to school. He felt a sense of control when he was behind the wheel, knowing he’d be cautious in protecting his beautiful passenger princess.

When he’d catch you trying to smoke one of his cigarettes, he’d give you a stern warning that often led into a lecture on how he does not want a pretty thing like you to get addicted. When you’d ask him why he could do it but not you, he'd reply with a simple, “I’ve got a reputation to maintain, sweetheart.” The response always left you huffing and puffing while he gave you a signature Munson smirk and inhaled the delicious smoke. 

He would also put you behind him if someone got in his face or a client would unexpectedly walk up to him. Sometimes when things got a little rowdy at The Hideout, he’d shield you away from the brashness of heightened testosterone and alcohol levels. Whether it’d be someone in the audience or a member from the other acts wanting to pick a fight, he’d slowly put his arm out and guide you behind his tall figure, puffing his chest out and making his stature stoic and hard. You couldn't complain though, as the view of his broad shoulders and stiff back had you swooning and wanting to run your hands over the expanse of his sexy back profile. 

Or when you’d be out and about around town, enjoying yourselves and a client would interrupt the two of you. You knew he dealt and was fine with it but he did not want those two aspects of his life crossing. Thus, when a client who was seemingly desperate for goods came up to you and Eddie in the middle of a date, he’d immediately shield you from their sight. He’d tell them that now was not the time in that lower register of his that you’d never hear directed at you. 

The client would try and argue with Eddie but he never backed down. Meanwhile, you’d just brush your thumb across his knuckles as he held your hand behind him, assuring him of your calming presence. Once the agitated client left, Eddie would relax his body and apologize softly. You’d always forgive him but the incident would still leave him upset for a while. That is until the next time he spoke to said client and it would be understood that that would never happen again. 

Even when he was not around, he had told the boys to look out for you as the target on his back easily transferred to yours. The hellfire boys all agreed as you’d quickly become one of their own. So in the rare moments when he wasn’t with you and one of the boys was there when someone decided to shoot off a mean remark, they’d be ready to defend you. 

So yeah, even though this isn’t an ask or really a fic, more like a really long blurb???, I definitely feel like Eddie would be casually dominant with you out of sheer love. Now, in the bedroom, this would transfer in mind-blowing ways that plenty of people here on this site have written about and you should go read!

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

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Authentic Self - Eddie Munson x Bisexual!Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Bisexual!Fem!Reader

Summary: you finally come out to your boyfriend Eddie as bisexual and he comforts you.

A/N: I meant to post this on the last day of September as a gift for Bisexuality Visibility Month but I forgot! Sorry! However, I wrote this from a deeply personal place and hope someone can find comfort in it as I did. Writing is so powerful and such a great tool to find comfort. Also, Eddie Munson means so much to me and I'll never be truly able to explain it but this is a love that will never change. Anyways, cheers to my fellow bi people and I hope you enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1,565

Warnings: crying, homophobia, protective Eddie, angst

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The sobs ricochet throughout your body. Your shoulders ache as they tremble and rattle. The tears continue to flow in a steady stream down your cheeks. Your breaths are uneven as your lungs grasp for more air. You were headed to the only place you felt safe. A place where you felt truly loved and cared for. Eddie’s trailer. 

The walk to his trailer was a far and dangerous one, especially at night. You were bound to get an earful when you arrived from him, but this simply couldn't wait. You could have called ahead and asked him to pick you up but you had hoped the clear, cool night air would calm you, to which it did to a certain degree. The pocketknife that Eddie gifted you for your birthday shifts slightly in your pocket, reminding you of its power if need be. Thankfully, you make it unscathed and not needing to pull out the blade. 

Finally nearing the dirt road that leads to his trailer, your breath mellows out. The racketeering of sobs evolves to a tearful whimper and sniffle. You know the moment you see him everything will come rushing back but for now, you find an eye in the storm. As you glance up from watching your shoes, you notice the lights that illuminate the Munson’s front porch. You smile lightly at the calm ambiance it emanates. 

The pebbles scratch underneath the soles of your shoes as you make a stop before the staircase. Taking a big breath, you walk up each creaking step. Despite how many times you've been up these familiar stairs, the creaks feel louder than ever before. 

You can hear the tv playing softly, meaning Eddie must be working on his campaign as he liked having the background noise when his music got to be too distracting. You rap three soft knocks at the door, each one feeling heavier than the one before. You focus in on your knuckles, feeling yourself begin to drift into your own mind. Before you venture too far, the hinge of the door opens, bringing you back as you gaze upon those beautiful, warm doe eyes. 

Immediately, he absorbs your appearance. Each emotion of shock, concern, and worry spread across his features. 

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Are you alright? What are you doing here so late and-wait, did you walk here by yourself?

Each question whirls past you, overwhelming you and simultaneously easing the ache in your bones just hearing his voice. 

You immediately bring him into a hug, nuzzling your cheek into the soft faded Dio shirt he opted to wear for the night. 

His body reacts faster than his brain as he expands his large hands over your back, protecting you from whatever seems to be bothering you. The rumble of his chest indicates he’s starting up his interrogation again. 

“Baby, you're scaring me. What’s going on?” His voice is laced with a gentle but firm tone. 

“I’m- I’m fine. I just, well-” His shirt slightly muffles your words but his attentive ear catches them. 

“Come on, let’s get you inside, yeah?”

 “Yeah, ok.” 

He slightly breaks your embrace to lead you into the familiar second home and guides you gently to the couch.

Still holding onto your shoulders, he seats you on the faded fabric. He leans his body towards yours, meeting your eyes as he ducks his head slightly. His eyes scan your face, the worry evident and unmoving. Yet, he waits for your words. 

“I-I don’t know where to start, Eds.” 

“That’s ok, just take a deep breath and tell me about now. Where’s that pretty little head of yours right now?” 

Right now? You were thinking about how gentle he is, how much of a rock he is in your life.

“I’m thinking about you ... a-and how gentle and loving you are to me.” The tears begin to silently fall down your face again, this time, his ring-adorned fingers being there to catch the delicate tears.

“I-I came over because I needed you, Eds. I needed my Eddie because I don't-” your breath catches in your throat as your words work to fight the lump in your throat, “I don’t have anyone else I can tell this to.” 

His hands now clutch onto both of yours. He nods along to what you say, absorbing every detail. 

“Ok, baby. You know I’m always here for you and I’m glad you trust me. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” 

“I know.” You say as you give him a watery smile. He waits for you to speak again, anticipating your every word. You take a deep breath and sigh. 

“I just couldn't handle the weight of this anymore, Eds.” 

“What weight, sweetheart?” He asks as he suddenly feels his heat begin to sink. 

“Me being …” You pause, the word catching on your tongue. This was it. The moment that had driven you mad, made you feel like a freak, the real reason you felt like an outcast. It was a truth you had been harboring for years. You had suppressed it, not realizing it until you got older and your brain became more developed. You had run from it but you couldn't take it any longer. The fear that held its grip on you from this would unclench now, with him. 

“I’m bi-bisexual, Eddie.” 

The words hang in the air. The world suddenly felt as though it zoomed in on the two of you.

“Oh, sweetheart… I’m so proud of you. I love you. Thank you for telling me.” 

“Oh Eddie, I love you too and I don't want you to think that I’m not committed to you or-” He cuts you off.

“No, shh, shh, shh, sweetheart. I wasn't thinking that.” 

“Ok,” you reply.

There's a beat as you both process what's been said. You decide to continue in your explanation of what led you to come out to him. 

“So I’ve been dealing with this for a long time and I- it's just - it’s been heavy on my mind lately and getting to be too much holding it in.” 

He nods slowly, acknowledging how vulnerable you are being with him right now. 

“And tonight it just …bubbled up and finally spilled over I guess.” He hangs onto your every word. 

“I snuck out of my window because my parents- they..,” You feel yourself begin to choke up as you think of their harsh words. 

“Breathe, sweetheart, it’s ok, you got it,” he comforts.

You swallow the lump and continue. 

“They said some really nasty things about gay people at dinner and I had to pretend like it didn't affect me but as soon as I got to my room, I just-I just couldn't stop thinking about their words and I lost it.” The tears tumble out of your eyes as your hands begin shaking out of pent-up anger, sadness, frustration, and pain. 

Eddie’s grip became harder, grounding you at the moment to remind you he was there for you and would always be there. He leaned his forehead to yours, brushing his beautiful nose against yours. 

“My beautiful girl, you are so strong and I am so sorry that your parents are dickheads.” 

“But that’s the thing, Eddie. you've met them. They’re not necessarily bad people but-” 

“But they’re dickhheads.”

“Yeah.. you're right…they are.” 

Eddie, now feeling even more protective, says, “How dare they make my sweet girl feel this way, huh.” He looks into your sad eyes. 

“You’re perfect to me. If being bi is who you are, then it’s who you are, sweetheart.” 

You give him a watery smile to which he reciprocates. You now notice how the soft lamps in his living room illuminate his face and the ringlets in his hair, giving him a soft glow. You were convinced he was an angel sent down to you. How divine it was that you had someone who loved you for you. 

“Thank you, Eddie. I love you.”

“Of course, baby. I love you too.” 

You each give each other a shy smile before he begins to lean in. 

“Is this alright?” He asks softly as he moves in closer, indicating he wants to kiss you. 

“Yeah,” You breathly say. 

His lips meet yours tantalizingly slow but you feel the passion and love poured into the kiss as it becomes all-encompassing. 

You gently kiss him back, following his lead as he caresses your lips. It’s a short kiss but it leaves you breathless. 

He pulls back, before motioning you into his arms. You lie against his chest as he brings his hand to caress your hair, the other brushing your forearm. 

You sigh in contentment. You’ve finally realized who you are. The road ahead of you is scary, but you have the warm embrace of someone who loves you so deeply. The pain won't go away immediately after admitting to yourself that you are bisexual but there's now a path towards healing and growth. You have much research to do and it all seems overwhelming but you know that Eddie is going to be there for you every step of the way. Maybe tomorrow you’ll tell him your bisexual awakening or reveal the hints that you had when you were younger but that's tomorrow's problem to deal with. Tonight, you were going to enjoy the heat that radiated off Eddie’s familiar embrace and focus on the soft humming from the long-haired metalhead boy that you were so in love with.��

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3