#Eddie munsen imagines

[eddie-van-munson]

Class Ring: Part Two (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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PART ONE PART THREE

Summary: Eddie and the Reader are Married and none of the Hellfire boys realized it. Originally based on this concept from @gayheadphones. Requested by @simpingoverfictionalppl and @eddiemunsonbabe

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff, Mentions of Fear of Infertility, Mike Makes a Joke Implying Eddie has a Mommy Kink, Reader Feels Sick at One Point, Reader has a Hickey at One Point, Mentions of Pregnancy/Trying,

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. Requests are OPEN! Thank you for all of the love on pt one!)

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Maybe you would've kept your marriage to Eddie a secret if you'd known it would have led to such incessant teasing. Then again, you were married to Eddie, so incessant teasing had never really bothered you.

It had taken the boys approximately five seconds to start referring to you as "Mrs. Munson", jokingly. You frowned each time, wrinkling your nose a little, which made Eddie giggle.

"What!?" Mike shrugged, as if his intentions had been purely innocent. "You married him! You are Mrs. Munson! I don't get why you don't like it!"

You put your hands on your hips, "Because he's still 'Eddie'. When you call him 'Eddie' and me 'Mrs. Munson', then it sounds like I'm his fucking mom."

"Oh come on, Y/N. We all knows he calls you Mommy." Mike shot back, resulting in a chorus of laughter from Hellfire.

"Damn right I do, Wheeler!"

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile as they continued with the campaign.

Later on that night, Eddie had you with your head in his lap while you read, stroking through your locks as he lazily held a joint to his lips. He blew the smoke away from you over his shoulder.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He hummed softly. You laid your book on your chest to see him fighting a smile.

"What?"

His eyes were red-rimmed, but you could hardly see it in the edges of his big brown eyes. They traced your features sleepily, his thumb grazing your lower lip. You smiled at the warmth of his touch against your pretty mouth, and you couldn't help put press a little kiss against it.

The smile finally won out, splitting his face. "I kinda like it when they call you Mrs. Munson."

You laughed softly, "I know you do."

He snorted, "What do you mean you know I do?"

You grinned, "Because you smile like an idiot anytime one of the little assholes says it!"

Eddie laughed brightly at the jab, grinning as if he's proud of it, and leaned his head back against the headboard. "Alright, you caught me."

"Mm-hm." You smiled knowingly, coaxing him down into a soft, slow kiss.

"What was that for?" He whispered, though he didn't bother to stop kissing you to say it. His hot breath fanned over your lips.

"Mhm..." You hummed, combing your fingers through his curls. "You've been staring at my lips for fifteen minutes, lover boy."

He blushed and exhaled a little laugh, pecking from your lips down to your jaw as he searched out a certain sensitive spot on your neck that he'd grown well acquainted with. You opened your mouth to say something, but your words were cut off with a sharp exhale as he found it below your ear, and he gave a proud, evil little laugh that made you grin.

He sucked and licked and kissed you there for a good while before ultimately getting too sleepy to continue his assault, opting instead to nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck. His wild curls tickled your cheek and nose as you kissed the top of his head.

"I do like it. Makes me daydream about all kinds of shit." He hummed after a bit, his words warming the delicate skin of your throat. He pressed one last kiss there before sitting up on one elbow so he could look at you. "We could get a house. Something with a yard and a fence. Maybe we could have a cat. I would find a better job so you could stay home with the baby if you wanted." 

"The baby, huh?" You grinned, heart thudding, and let your hand drift up to brush your thumb over his dimples, lovingly.

"Or babies. Plural."

You laughed sweetly, a Disney princess kind of laugh that made Eddie's chest go melty, and he couldn't help but pull you into another kiss, rolling onto his back to let you straddle his hips. His hands drifted to your thighs as he smiled up at you. You loved him so much like that, goofy and pretty and happy with his faint freckles on display.

"You better get to work then, Mr. Munson."

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"What the hell is that!?" Dustin yelled, pointing at you accusatorily.

"It's my wife, dude. We've been over this."

"No, on her neck!"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest non-chalantly, though both Steve and Eddie noticed you going pink around your ears.

 "I'll give you three guesses, Henderson." You sighed, rubbing your neck nervously.  Eddie felt a twinge of guilt at your fluster. Sure, he hadn't meant to leave love bites, but they'd never bothered you before. Hell, you usually showed them off.

"Jesus, man. You guys are like rabbits!" 

Steve cringed, knowing Dustin was completely oblivious to the fact that you were embarrassed. He piped up, "Well, Dustin. When a man loves a woman very much-"

"Eugh, Stop!"

You smiled a tiny smile.

Eddie grinned, realizing what Steve was up to. "Aw! It's nothing to be ashamed of, buddy! It's completely natural."

The curly haired boy groaned, "God, can we just play!?"

Eddie shot Steve a grateful look. Steve nodded, pleased with himself, and rolled the die.

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"Hey babe?"

"Mhm?" You were already starting to doze off, flat on your back with Eddie on his side, his guitar callused fingertip tracing swirls over your smooth skin. Across your forehead. Under your jaw. Down your neck. Past the small pink mark he'd left.

"You got a little embarrassed today, didn't you? When Dustin asked about your neck."

His voice was steady and calm, and it comforted you even as the question made your tummy flip. "Yeah. I-...I did." You can't quite meet his eyes.

"Ok..." He ran his thumb over your jawline, passively. "Well, I know in the past we said that marks were alright, but is that something we should change? Something you don't want anymore?"

"I don't know."

You'd always been a very PDA heavy couple, proud to show one another off. He scooped you up off of your back and let your arms wrap around his neck, turning over so you could lay on his chest. His hands slid to your back, working your achey muscles.

"You want to tell me what's rattling around in that pretty brain of yours?"

You can't help but smile at him as tears welled in your eyes. Of course he saw right through you. He knew you. He was your best friend.

"I um...well..." You focused on the warm weight of his hands, toying with the collar of the worn Black Sabbath shirt he had on. "I know we haven't been...really trying. Haven't been scheduling shit or anything. But I was just thinking about it the other day and..."

He hummed in acknowledgement, your attention turning to one of his curls now.

"It just feels like it should've happened already."  Your eyes smarted with tears.

"Oh, sweetheart..."

"I just...with what Dustin was saying. I mean, he's got a point. Our sex drive isn't exactly...low. And I've been off the pill for months but..." You shook your head, silently. Eddie brushed a tear from your cheek. "I guess I just got embarrassed because people know you love me up so well but I still haven't been able to get..." Your voice breaks and you give a breathy sob.

Eddie's heart broke. He sat up, holding you in his lap and rocking you. "Y/N hey..." You looked up at him with big eyes as he cradled your chin. "It's just not time yet, huh? It'll happen."

You nodded, sniffling.

"Babies take time. It's weird as hell in there." You sniffled, laughing softly as he poked your belly lightly. "Everything has to align just perfectly and sometimes you've gotta have sex in a lot of different weird ways to get there. It's just because all bodies are different. You've gotta go easy on yourself, babe." He brushed your hair out your eyes. "And hey...baby or no baby...I'm always gonna want to show off my girl, hm? Always want to tell everyone she's mine."

You squeeze him tight. "Eds?"

"Mhm?"

You hesitated, "Can we go ahead and get the cat now?"

Eddie laughed heartily, his head falling back against the headboard. "C'mere you."

Dustin came early and apologized to you the next week at Hellfire. That is, after a long, stern talking to from Steve on the way home the week before.

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"I'm telling you right now, Munson. You're going to piss your pants when you see the new game pieces Dustin has. His mom ordered them out of-"

"Wheeler!" Eddie spat through his teeth as he kneeled beside the old couch across from the game table. He pointed at you, fast asleep with your chest rising and falling steadily, and held a finger to his lips.

"What's wrong with her?" Lucas' voice was appropriately hushed as he sat his bag down. Dustin wandered in behind him, trailed by Steve.

"Not feeling well. I tried to get her to stay home and rest...told her I'd cancel if she needed."  Eddie frowned, looking concerned as he brushed your baby hairs back off of your forehead.

You squirmed a little, eyes fluttering. You hummed, seeing the boys, and tried to sit up a little.

"Easy tiger." Eddie cooed, gently guiding you to lay back again.

" 's time to play." You rubbed your eyes.

"It's time for you to go to bed, cowgirl." His fingers laced with yours. "What's hurting?"

"Jus' my head...stomach."

You reached up to rub the concerned furrow from his brow, making him give a soft smile. "Are you still nauseous?"

"A little."

He squeezed your hand, nodding. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart."

He turned to look at Hellfire. "Harrington, can you get things started until I get back? I've got to take her home."

"Nah, man." Steve shook his head. "Just go on. I'll take 'em to a movie or some shit."

"Oh shit! Would you really?"

The others piped up encouragingly. Dustin grinned, giving Eddie's shoulder a playful shove. "Hell yeah! We could all go see Short Circuit!"

"Take the van." Eddie offered, tossing Steve the keys. "Just keep them out of the glove compartment."

Steve tossed back his own keys, "Mines in the front lot. Come by later and we'll trade back."

"God, I owe you, dude."

The boys had already started arguing over shotgun by the time Steve was wandering out of the room.

"Hey Munson!" He called. Eddie looked over over his shoulder at him. "Not that it's any of my business, but uh...You might want to stop by drugstore. Have her take a test."

Eddie nodded, giving a grateful smile and a mock salute. Steve returned it.

Eddie could hear him yelling for the boys to "Cut that out" as he made his way out to the van.

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"Holy Shit! Holy Shit!!"

Eddie cradled your face, laughing as you grinned proudly up at him with tear brimmed eyes.

"Oh my god! Are you kidding!?? Holy Shit!!"

Eddie held the tests like they were magic, glancing at them every few seconds as if he'd somehow misread them twelve times.

"Jesus! No wonder you had a stomach ache! You were growing a whole ass kid!!" You squealed as he jumped onto the bed, gathering you up and scrunching his fingertips lightly over your belly to tickle you. You squirmed, laughing as you tried and failed to wiggle out of his reach. "C'mere Mrs. Munson."

He hooked his arms on your thighs, yanking you foward on the bed in a way that made you giggle. Happy tears rolled down your cheeks, and you grinned so big it hurt as he trailed kisses from your waistband, over your tummy and finally up to your lips.

"God, look at you." He moaned softly against you. "You...you....goddess of fertility. I don't know." You laughed as he struggled for words giving you one last chaste kiss before pecking your nose. "Are you feeling better now? No more headache?"

You nodded, preening for more kisses.

"Mhm, good news will do that huh?"

You went silent for a moment, just staring down at him. "Eddie..." you croaked, voice trembly as your eyes welled with tears again.

"What is it, baby?" His dimples were showing, and for a split second you found yourself hoping the little life in your tummy might have dimples someday, too. Your throat went tight.

"I'm so happy." You whimpered, voice breaking. His heart leaped.

"Me too." 

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Eddie was practically bouncing off the walls. It took a significant amount of convincing on your part for him to sit and have a bite to eat before the boys came, and even then, his foot tapped manically as he waited.

Finally, they started arriving. All of them could immediately feel in the air that something was up. Perhaps it was the giddy little grin splitting Eddie's face at the sight of them.

"Munsons!" Dustin cheered at the sight of you both, obviously well again. "You have got to go see Short Circut!"

Eddie gave him a playful shove, mussing his mop of curls, "Did you miss us?"

"You wish!" He gave a toothless grin, tossing his backpack to the ground and digging through it for his new game pieces.

Mike and Lucas arrived, all of you overlooking any sort of greeting to watch as Dustin laid a boy on the table, pulling off the lid to unveil 20 silver game characters.

"Shit, man!" Eddie hummed, leaning over the table to admire the figures little details.

"We can assign everyone a piece now!" Lucas held one of the figures, holding it up to the light to look at it.

Steve showed last, throwing Eddie a little wave as he took his seat. Eddie smiled back at him mischievously. "Men...I have news."

The boys groaned, knowing he must have a particularly evil campaign waiting for them.

"By the end of the night...our ranks will be differed...by one."

Their jaws dropped.

"What the hell, man!?"

"You're kicking someone out?

"Oh god, it's me." Mike groaned. "It's definitely me."

You snorted, earning you a little nudge from Eddie's boot.

"We shall begin." He announced, grinning mischievously as he sat at his throne, peering at them from behind "the book".

They played for hours, each one of the boys determined to not be the one that was to be "banished". Finally, Eddie stood, closing the book. Each player had chosen one of Dustin's pieces now, displayed proudly in front of them. Eddie circled the table like a Lion stalking his prey, teasing them.

"Ah...noble Harrington..." Steve chuckled, shaking his head. "Safe."

There was a sigh of relief.

"Daring Wheeler!" He stopped behind Mike, giving him a stern look. "Safe."

His boots echoed in the quiet room as they whispered to one another.

"Wise Sinclair....Safe." He gave Lucas a playful nudge on the shoulder.

He came to you, now, where you sat beside his throne, "Beautiful Lady Munson..."

The boys eyes widened.

He turned to look across the table, "Safe."

One of the boys gasped, whispers dancing from player to player. Eddie shot you a wink.

He continued this, saving each player until he reached the last at the table.

"Loyal, Loyal Henderson..." He shook his head, staring at Dustin, who was reading a mixture of horror and betrayal. "Safe!"

"What the hell man!!" The table erupted in a chorus of angry teenage complaints. Eddie grinned, enjoying the chaos. "Who's banished!?"

"And hence, no one was banished on this night." Eddie finally reassured, standing at the head of the table, his throne behind him.

"You said someone was getting banished!"

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, boys. What I said, was that this night, our ranks will differ by one. And that they will."

Mike frowned, "Differ...you mean we're adding someone new, then?"

Eddie grinned, "Indeed, Wheeler. Tonight we welcome a new player to trial by Hellfire." He circled the table again, plucking one small silver piece from the collection of unused figures that sat in the center of the table. Again, he stood at his throne.

On the table before him sat the piece the team had chosen to represent the Dungeon Master. Beside it, sat the piece you'd chosen for yourself. "An addition..." Eddie presented the third piece he'd drawn, a small, silver fawn, and placed it between the other two. "To the house of Munson."

There was a silence, the boys staring and glancing at one another, until suddenly, the whole group seemed to work the riddle out at once, and an eruption of yells unleashed.

"No way!"

"Are you kidding!?"

"Holy shit man!"

"Best campaign ever, Munson!"

"Is she really? Are you really?"

"Oh my god!"

The boys swarmed the two of you, each one of them giving Eddie a congratulatory slap on the back or tug of his curls. Dustin pulled you into a big hug.

"I'm really happy for you guys-" He yelled over the others. "But I've got to be honest." He pulled back to look you in the eyes, "I'm more happy that I'm not banished."

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[meatballdonut]

Let's Go Home: Eddie Munson X Shy! Reader

Summary: the reader never really spoke and tried not to bring attention to herself, but when Dustin says something stupid at lunch she managed to bring unwanted attention her way.

Warnings: Social Anxiety, Panic attack, Low self-esteem, tiny little bit of violence, brief mention of decapitation, I think that's it.

Pairing: Eddie Munson X reader

Word count: 1,620

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You and Eddie have been friends since middle school, and like Eddie, school is not your strong suit. You never really cared though, because as long as you had Eddie with you school was bearable.

When you and Eddie first met, you were placed in the same music class in 7th grade. You never talked to anyone and you tried to avoid being noticed. Despite your efforts, Eddie did notice you. He would talk to you every day without actually getting a response from you as you tried to ignore him and focus on the assignments given. As time went on, he got more and more comfortable with your "talking" arrangement. He knew you were incredibly shy and got anxious when there was too much interaction between you and other people. He would leave notes in your instrument case just to get a smile out of you. Your favorite being "toot toot goes the floot" even though he knew damn well you didn't play the flute. You keep that note with you every day, along with some others that you kept at home.

You would eventually begin speaking small words and phrases to Eddie, which made him flash you the biggest smile you'd ever seen. He was happy you were starting to be comfortable talking to him, even if it was small.

It is now your senior year in high school, and you've developed the biggest crush you could imagine on the "freak" of Hawkins. Of course, you didn't tell him that, opting to keep the safety of keeping things the way they were. Things had changed drastically between the two of you compared to how things were when you first met. Sometimes you can't help but find yourself babbling on and on about things that you don't even know interest Eddie. This led Eddie to fall even more for you, not just because you were okay with being seen with him despite his reputation, but because he was one of the only people with who you were comfortable talking for long periods of time.

You sat with the Hellfire group at lunch listening to them talk about their campaign, things relating to DND, and other nonsensical things. Your favorite topic of today is the life-threating animal that would surely bring fear into everyone's hearts - a goose. You could help but snort at the accusation thrown out by Dustin. which led to everyone's eyes landing on you. this wasn't the first time everyone's focus had been placed on you so it wasnt too out of the ordinary, but lucky you, Jason happened to be walking nearby and heard you laugh.

"Didn't know you liked to hang out with barn animals freak" You hunched over trying to move the focus to anyone other than yourself. . Eddie being Eddie noticed your immediate discomfort but didn't know how to diffuse the situation. "Oh, so the piggy and the freak can't speak?" You weren't big, but you had a poor self-image and the comment went straight to your head. You could feel the tears start to build up in your eyes and your heart rate slightly began to increase. you didn't notice the insults being thrown back and forth between Eddie and Jason until Eddie called him the freak, which for some reason struck a nerve with Jason, which quickly led to them yelling loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to give the argument all of their attention.

You tried to walk away, which everyone at the Hellfire table understood but Jason and his goons couldn't understand why you were walking away and decided to go after you while Jason and Eddie had their cat fight. "Oink Oink-where ya' going freak lover - Oink Oink" "Awwww piggy going back to the farm" As you made your way to the door two of the basketball players stood in front of the doors to block your escape. "P-please move" Your voice came out quiet and small. when you spoke you didn't dare look at them, knowing they would see your distressed state and that would only add fuel to the fire. "sorry we couldn't hear you, you're gonna have to repeat yourself" you tried to re-create your previous request, but you couldn't muster up the courage to get any words out. As you stood there, you could feel their eyes drilling holes into you, making it even more difficult to speak or move. After a few seconds they got bored of the silence, and the little effort you made to try and get passed them.

Suddenly, with a forceful shove, you were on the ground looking up at them. Tears streaming down your face from the comments that didn't stop coming, the argument happening between Jason and Eddie, and the confrontation happening between you and the two basketball players whose names you'd never bothered to learn. When you landed on the ground, that seemed to be what finally got Eddie's attention back on you. He could see your demeanor, how you slowly sat back up, avoiding anyone's gaze, and your breathing begins to quicken. He knew what was about to happen before you did. He quickly walked away from Jason, leaving him confused at the abrupt end of their argument about social status, and made his way over to you. Shoving anyone in the way and glaring at anyone who tried to stop him. He helped you up, grabbed your books, and began to lead you out of the cafeteria not noticing the two jocks standing in front of the door with mischievous grins on their faces. "Move" His voice coming out the complete opposite of yours, strong and unwavering. Your anxiety growing, and Eddies form protecting yours he quickly pushed pasted the two men and led you out. What seemed to be the end of the entire ordeal finally led to your break. You couldn't seem to catch your breath, your heart was beating out of your chest to a different unknown location, and your thoughts going a million miles an hour but at the same time they were blank.

Eddie pulled you into a tight embrace to try and distract you from the previous events. He was well versed with your anxiety, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it. " you gotta breathe sweetheart" his words were in direct contrast to how he had spoken to the men, he was quiet and relaxed. Your breathing had gotten no slower, you couldn't get enough air in. "shhh I've got ya, I'm right here" He started rocking the two of you back and forth in an attempt of shifting your focus to your movement which almost worked but not enough to bring you out of your head. You started to feel dizzy from the lack of air going into your body, and as if he was psychic, he could sense that you we starting to feel that way.

"Baby please breathe, match my breathing if you have to just please breathe" He had never called you baby before, the small comment was just enough to bring you out of your headspace and match his breathing just like he had said. slowly but surely, you had managed to get your breathing back under control. "good job sweetheart, good job" As you looked up in the attempt to say thank you you couldn't get the words out, exhausted from the ordeal, all you could do was lay your head back on Eddie's chest and sigh. He knew you were grateful but he never expected a thank you. To be completely honest, he liked being the one there for you, he liked being the only person you would let hold you like this. We started rubbing small circles on your back to let you know that he understood what you were trying to communicate.

You both sat there in silence for a bit, neither one wanting to let go, but soon enough the lunch bell rang signaling that everyone who was in the cafeteria was soon to be rushing out the doors. Eddie stood you and himself up and began to walk out towards the doors of the school "Let's go home sweetheart" Eddie knew you weren't one for skipping school, but the fact the he was leading you out by your hand left little room for protest.

The ride home was quiet, the only noise was the quiet hum of his van and the music that was almost silent in the background. You sat there thinking about how he was there for you- just like he always was. You thought about how he called you baby and how right it sounded when it was directed towards you. you were so engulfed by your thoughts you didn't even realize you had made it back to Eddie's trailer.

He led you in and gave you comfortable clothes to wear, including one of his favorite band shirts. "I vote we watch horror movies for the rest of the day and every time someone dies, we pretend it's Jason," He said with a shit-eating grin on his face. you let out a subtle laugh.

"Eddie, I love you" the second half of your statement seemed to get lost but Eddie always heard you no matter how small your voice was.

"I love you too princess, I love you too"

for the rest of the night, you and Eddie did pretend that everyone who died was Jason, which was even funnier when a character was decapitated and their head was thrown into a literal laundry basket, leaving the both of you a hysterical mess. This is how you wanted the rest of your life to be. An Eddie felt the same

[wayward-mikaelson]

Nothing Last Forever

About: Eddie confesses that he wants to marry you 

Trigger/Warnings: Parental divorce and Death

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Stranger Things Masterlist

This was going to be your year!

Deep down you just knew that it was going to be your year. You worked your ass off for it. You canceled many get-togethers to walk the floor of that old, creaky high school gym. You wanted to grab that rolled up piece of paper that said you graduated and turn around and give all those fucking teachers the middle finger and yell “fuck you.” The thought of this, it made you smile inside. It was your boyfriend's plan really, but he wanted you to do it as well. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?” The loud voice of your boyfriend pulled you from your thoughts and back to that thing that is called reality. You had a love hate relationship with reality. You looked up to find that your boyfriend was standing on the cafeteria tabletop, his arms were spread out with a huge smile plastered on his face. There was a shine in his eyes you'd never seen before. You were going to ask what he was up to when he looked around the cafeteria. "AND SHE'S BACK!" 

"What–"

Eddie knelt down in front of you, that big grin still on his face. You were dying to know what happened to make him smile that big. He took his hand and placed it under your chin. His fingertips were calloused from the hours of playing his guitar the last few weeks. He wanted to make sure he got that song just right. You smiled and melted right into his touch. If only Eddie knew about the small things he did to you. 

You and Eddie have known each other since grade school. You moved from the hot desert of Tucson, Arizona to Hawkins, Indiana after your parents divorced. Your father wanted nothing to do with you since his mistress got pregnant. So your mother packed you up with what little stuff the two of you owned and drove until she saw a “For Rent” sign on the side of the road. 

It was a small three bedroom double wide trailer with wood flooring and ugly green carpet. Green carpet that was still there years later. But the two of you managed to make it home. A few days after moving in and getting settled in, you were greeted by a boy with long, dark hair and a huge smile on this face. You were outside playing with a few dolls you had and this boy asked to play with you. You were so confused because no one ever wanted to play with you. So you said yes.

Since then, you and Eddie, the two of you, were inseparable. The two of you did almost everything together. You stood up to Eddie's bullies which would get you suspended from school. Was always worth it for you. Eddie would run to the corner store to get you menstrual products and chocolate if your mom couldn’t. At night, when the two of you would hang out late, Eddie would make sure you made it safely home and made sure your house was safe too. 

Two peas in a pod, your mother had called you guys. 

By the time high school came around, you realized that you had developed feelings for your best friend. You spent all of freshman year and half of sophomore year avoiding those feelings because you knew that if you were to share them with Eddie and he didn’t feel the same, your friendship would be over. 

It wasn’t until an argument at a stupid Christman party that you accidentally let it slip about your feelings for him. That night you shared your first kiss with him under the moon wrapped in his jacket. Your first date was at the movies, which just happened to be ruined by Jason Carver. You repaid the favor by throwing a punch at him a few days later when you saw him walk out of the movie store. A punch that got you in trouble with Jim Hopper.

Still a well deserved punch as you thought about that day.

“That’s my princess,” Eddie whispered only for you to hear. It made your heart flutter and you had to muster enough self control to NOT jump up and slam your lips against his. You didn't want to make a scene in front of the whole school. But for now, you settled for the soft but eager look in his eyes. 

Eddie stood up and began to walk the table again. “ALRIGHT EVERYONE!” Eddie shouted. “I HAVE A VERY, VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!” 

The cafeteria slowly quieted down. All eyes were on Eddie, who slowly stepped off the table. He turned to you, that huge smile still on his face. The softness in his eyes now had a slight bit of shine in them.

"Nobody cares what you have to say, Freak?" 

Jason's voice interrupted Eddie as he was about to speak. You felt your face turn red. Everyone in all of Hawkins knew you disliked, not hated, Jason. He came from a good family, but he was a total dick. He felt entitled to just about anything he touched. Which was why he actually hated you. He couldn’t have you because you didn’t want to go on a date with him. Which was also the reason why he messed up yours and Eddie's first date.

Before anyone like Mike or Dustin could grab you and hold you back, you stood on the table. You, anything but gracefully, made your way towards the edge of the table. You slipped a few times but the people at your table steadied you. You knelt down on one knee and stared directly into Jason’s bright blue eyes.

“Are you sure about that, Carver?” Your voice was calm, but you wore a smirk on our face. “You always, always care what Eddie says. Especially when it concerns me.”

Jason shifted around on his feet. He threw a nervous smile towards his teammates and looked right back at you. You can see he’s trying to be all macho about the whole encounter. “No I don’t,” Jason had scoffed and crossed his arms. 

“Says the boy who’s been obsessed with me since grade school,” You flashed him a wicked smile. “Like dude, get over it already.”

Jason shook his head and you knew that you won. “Whatever, just go fuck yourself.” And with that, Jason motioned for his group of ball freaks to follow him out of the cafeteria. 

You stood up and turned to face Eddie who was looking at you with a bigger smile on his face and  brighter look in his eyes. “You may continue,” you gestured your arms open and smiled at Eddie.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. “AS SOON AS WE GRADUATED,” He resorted back to yelling, which caused you to chuckle as well. “AM GOING TO MARRY THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU Y/N Y/L/N!” Eddie moved over to you and pulled you down off the table and held you in his arms bridal style. “Only if you still want me.” His voice dropped as he brought his lips to your ear. 

“Of course I’ll still want you, Munsen.” You pulled his face to yours and pressed your lips to his. There are some small groans as the two of you kiss. The table you guys sat at for four years clapped and cheered. All you wanted was to stay in this moment forever. To stay in the firm grip of Eddie that had made you feel safe after all these years. 

And that's what you tried to do.

Your back was pressed against the wall of the school cafeteria. Your heart raced and the tears streamed down your face. You had nowhere else to run. There was nowhere else for you to hide. No matter where you ran or where you hid, he found you. 

What’s taking them so long? You wondered to yourself. 

You waited for what felt like eternity for that song. The one song that you knew would pull you out of this nightmare. But the faint music that Max had described never came.

The air turned cold around you and you knew that he found you. Again. You felt yourself grow small as you watched Vecna stalk towards you. His body looked like he was born from cursed vines. But you knew that was wrong. Vecna used to be human. This place, the Upside Down, made him what he was now.

Vecna walked towards you with his clawed hand stretched out. The tears that rolled down your cheeks only rolled down faster. Your body was frozen in place as you muttered the word “No” over and over again. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t. 

“It’s time Y/N,” Vecna’s voice sent chills down your spine. “Time for you to join me.”

“No,” you cried. “Please, no.”

Vecna stopped about a foot in front of you. His clouded, blue eyes stared down at you. You felt more tears roll down your cheeks as you shook your head. Vecna raised his hand up to your cheek and wiped the tear from your cheek. At that moment you let out a cry that you knew no one was ever going to hear. 

“There, there,” Vecna said. “It’ll all be over soon.”

You closed your eyes and whispered one last “I love you” for Eddie.

***

Eddie couldn’t move at all, let alone take his eyes off your tarp covered body. It was the only thing that was laying around and Steve used it to cover you. Eddie had already done the crying and the screaming and the yelling. Now, he just sat there. Frozen. Numb. He couldn’t feel anything anymore but the giant hole that ripped his chest open. 

“We failed,” the words came out in a quiet whisper. 

“What?” Dustin asked. He, too, had been crying. You were like a big sister to him.

“We fucking, failed Henderson,” Eddie said louder, causing Dustin to flinch. Dustin has never seen Eddie pissed off like this. Tears of his own started to spill down his face for his friend. “We couldn’t FUCKING SAVE HER!” 

“I know,” Dustin whispered. 

There it was again. The rage. 

Eddie spent over a decade loving you. He knew it from the very first moment he saw you playing in the front of your house. Eddie knew you would be the one thing that tethered him to this planet. Eddie remembered telling his uncle that night, after you had gone inside, that he was going to marry you one day. His uncle laughed and tousled his hair before telling him to get ready for bed. 

Eddie watched you grow into such a beautiful young woman. You were smart and liked to dress up every now and then. But what made you the most comfortable was the jeans and t-shirts. You either wore your hair up in a single hair band or falling around your shoulders. But the one thing that he had loved the most about was that you stood up for him countless times. 

He couldn’t fucking save you. 

But Eddie could still get sweet old revenge.

[longlivefanfic-net]

Banished&Bloody: Eddie the Banished

Fic Summary: Post-Volume II. Eddie Munson wasn't dead when he was left in the Upside Down; well, he wasn't dead anymore. Steve Harrington has spent the days since they came back to Hawkins haunted by the idea that he could have saved Eddie--or at least died in his place. It quickly becomes clear that the Hawkin's group has to go back to the Upside Down and, when they do, they find an unfamiliar face. Vampire!Eddie Munson, Grieving Steve Harrington.

Chapter Summary/Content: Chapter 1 of 8. Eddie wakes up in the Upside Down and realizes he has to get back to Hawkins. Mentions of blood, grief, brief suicide mention. Extra angsty.

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Listen. Listen. I want Vampire! Eddie so fucking bad. But I am also absolutely terrified of him. Also, writing this made me tear up bc this baby boy just deserved nice, happy things and instead he gets?? this?? This fic is going to be 8 chapters (I think), alternating Eddie/Steve POVs, and (should be) smut free (it just doesn't fit!!! idk! maybe I can work something in). I am also planning on still writing a few little smut pieces in between chapters (I have a Steve/Reader and Reader/Robin fic that I'm just waiting on my beta reader's response for before I post it)!!

Chapter One: Eddie the Banished

When Eddie’s eyes opened, the skies above him were black. He thought it was night, at first, then cloudy when he realized he couldn’t see any stars. When he saw the sky roiling overhead, he felt momentarily reassured. This wasn’t the first time he had gone on a bender and ended up waking outside, flat on his back in the woods or on a hill. But when streaks of lightning flashed the wrong way across the clouds, going straight across the throbbing mass of darkness instead of straight down, he recognized that he wasn’t in Hawkins–not the Hawkins he knew. He was somehow still in the other Hawkins, the one Dustin had called the “Upside Down,” like it was part of Hellfire nights instead of…this, this other, terrifying place Henderson and Wheeler and their friends had brought him to. Once he understood where he was, Eddie sat straight up, searching the darkness around him for his newfound group of friends. Surely, if he was here, the rest of them must be too; at least, Harrington or Buckley or Wheeler, the “adults” of the group he had so reluctantly joined, would still be here with him.

He was in the road of his trailer park, the Upside Down version of it, and–as he looked around him–he realized he was surrounded by a circle of demobats. None of them were moving. He sat, breath bated, watching for one of them to twitch, for the whole flock to suddenly jump up and swarm him, but they stayed where they were. He reached out, slowly, and gingerly poked the one closest to him. When it didn’t move, he looked, quickly, his eyes jumping from corpse to corpse, at the limp bodies surrounding him. Surely this was a sign of Vecna’s fall, a sign that Harrington had made good on his promise and made him pay, a sign that they were all safe. But no one else appeared. It seemed like he was alone. Eddie couldn’t understand it–if he was there, in this Upside Down Hawkins, where was everyone else? Had he been taken, grabbed like Harrington in the lake and dragged through a gate? He wracked his memory, still lying on the cool ground while he kept a careful ear out for any hints of approaching bats–or the other creatures Henderson had mentioned, the demogorgons, or dogs, or any of the other crazy shit he had thought only existed in tabletop games two weeks ago. The last thing he could remember–barely, the memory dark and fuzzy around the edges–was Henderson’s face hovering over his, tears running down over his nose to splatter on Eddie’s face. 

It was an odd memory. Eddie couldn’t place it, couldn’t link it to anything else. Why would Dustin have been crying? Why did he remember Dustin holding him up, trying to pull him to standing, and oh God, why did he remember a ripping pain through his side when Dustin pulled at his skin? What the fuck was that, that memory of agony splitting through his body as he choked on hot liquid pooling in his mouth? Eddie carefully, slowly, reached his fingers down to his torso and brushed them over his skin, searching out an answer for the question this blurry half-memory created. He found nothing. There were ragged holes in his shirt, sure, but the skin underneath it felt fine, almost hard to his touch. The strange memory must be some Vecna thing, one of those false creations Red–Max, he corrected himself–had tried to explain to him: his skin was fine, his body still whole under his probing hands. He was not choking, his body was not in pieces, he wasn’t being held by Dustin while he promised to look after the kids in Hawkins who were a little too much like the two of them, a little too weird to fly under the radar. Whatever had created that memory of splitting pain through his skin, the fear and pain were gone now. In fact, Eddie almost couldn’t believe how good he felt as he sat in the deserted road. To have woken up here in the Upside Down with no memory of how he got there he would have assumed something was wrong, but his body felt fine–hell, maybe even better than when he first crossed the gate in his ceiling, exhausted and starving from running for his life from Chrissy’s body, from the cops, from Jason and his friends, from bats and creatures he couldn’t even envision. He felt rested, his muscles light under his skin, and his mind was working faster than it seemed like it ever had before, even when he had tried that shit that Rick had promised would help him finally focus on one specific thing long enough to get to graduation. He had been surviving on nothing but the cheap beer and junk food Harrington had brought him for too long, and his body had felt close to giving up even before he had flipped, head over heels, into the Upside Down. 

On the thought of his previous days of starving, he did feel a slow sensation building in his core. A hunger was gnawing at his sides, but it was different, not like his normal hunger. Hunger was far from being a completely unknown feeling to Eddie Munson: he had felt hunger when he had still been living with his dad, just a kid who had gone too many days without a real meal; he had felt hunger when he smoked some of the weed he was supposed to be selling, a deep gnawing need for whatever comfort food he could get his hands on. This hunger was different: it was more of a slinking feeling, a physical need accompanied by an emotional sensation he couldn’t put words to. It reminded him of how he felt when he thought about Corroded Coffin breaking out of Hawkins, making a name for themselves with a rush and flush of skin; it reminded him of that sinking pit in his stomach that opened within him every time another test he hadn’t studied for ended up on the desk in front of him and he thought to himself that he should be able to turn in his D&D quests for his writing projects instead of these damn analysis essays; it reminded him of how longing for another person would slide it’s way into his heart late at night sometimes and soak through his frame, filling his head with images of someone wrapping their arms around his neck or brushing his hair smooth against his head. This ache in his stomach, this hunger, made his throat constrict too, made his nostrils flare as he acknowledged it. Mixtures of sadness, of desire, of longing, met with a need through his whole body and, suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the sharp, metallic stink of blood. Eddie suddenly remembered where he was. The smell of blood could be anything, could be a creeping monster coming nearer to finish him off after dragging him here in the first place. Nervous, he slowly, gingerly put his feet under himself and stood up. 

Eddie’s body felt different–he felt stronger, lighter on his feet. As he looked around himself in the cool, dark constant night of the Upside Down, he swallowed against the tightness in his throat. The smell of blood seemed to be coming from the slick stains on the ground around him. Patches of darkness spilled over the road, and some of it–closer to savaged remains of demobats–was darker, thicker. Eddie looked down at himself, noting the bright red smears over his clothes and drying along his arms. Hurriedly, he tried to wipe the gore from his slick palms, patting his jeans and ragged shirt but his hands only came away damper, more blood coming from his clothes. It must have been because he was laying in it, Eddie thought, trying to find a single part of him that would clean his hands. In his frantic search, an unbidden thought came to him: that play he had to read his second Senior year, where the wife (or was she a Queen? Whatever) had dreamed about blood on her hands. She had scrubbed her hands in water, yelling “Out, out damned spot!” He remembered because it was the first time he’d ever heard a teacher swear in class, and everyone had giggled. He felt like her now, madly cleaning his hands. “Out,” he hissed between his teeth, finally rubbing his hands on the inside of his jeans pockets. This seemed to work–his hands felt cleaner, at least. Whoever’s blood he was soaked in–his stomach curdled at the thought–had covered him so thoroughly he didn’t know if they would have lived. 

He took stock of the carnage around him, trying to put the pieces together to explain the sheer amount of blood under his feet. Fuck, he hoped it wasn’t from any of his friends. If it was Dustin– He couldn’t even finish the thought. He refused to lose that kid. Eddie looked around, searching for even the slightest hint of proof that someone else was still out there with him. When he couldn’t find it, he decided they must have taken whoever was injured–more injured than him, since he was just passed out–back to safety. They must be back at the trailer, he thought. He should get to the trailer. Stepping around the dark, fallen corpses of the bats on the ground, he made his way down the road, keeping to the shadows of the other trailers. He would make it back to the trailer and find his friends, he was sure of it, and then they would go back to Hawkins–the real Hawkins–and he could clear his name, tell the police he hadn’t even been around when Nancy’s friend got killed, and he and his uncle would buy a new trailer and be safe. He could graduate. He could finally leave Hawkins and move on with his life. He felt renewed, a sense of vigor coursing through his bloodstream as he snuck trailer to trailer up to his own. 

When he swung the door open, he half expected to see the lights on, his friends in a circle around his stained mattress on the floor, all cheering for him like the Hellfire club had when they finished his most recent campaign. His heart thudded against his chest painfully when he saw no one inside. The mattress was gone–he vaguely remembered moving it himself, trying to keep Henderson from following him as he went back to buy Steve, Nancy, and Robin safety for a little while longer. The half of the rope he remembered cutting was still on the floor, one of the old chairs he and his uncle ate dinner in replacing it in the middle of the room. But when he looked up at the ceiling, the undulating vines had been–boarded over? That wasn’t possible. Scraps of wood–wood that looked suspiciously like pieces of Eddie’s uncle’s furniture, his dining table and maybe the end table he kept his alarm clock on–had been thrown over the opening on the right side of Hawkins. His eyebrows furrowed, trying to understand how the chunks of loose furniture could be above him, knowing they would have to be nailed or screwed or supported against the ceiling in the real Hawkins. Eddie stood on the chair, placing his hands against the wood, and shoved. It barely shifted. His body groaned, the unusual tightness in his throat burning again, and he shoved again, bracing his feet more soundly in the chair. However this shit was stuck to the ceiling, it should come loose easy enough but it didn’t move. Whatever had been piled against the wood, likely propping each piece in place in some sort of complicated manner only Nancy Wheeler and Dustin Henderson could dream up, it was there firmly. 

Eddie climbed off the chair and looked around the room. If this blockage was in place, keeping anything from the Upside Down from getting back into his world, what did that mean for him? His stomach tightened into knots. Why would they leave him here? His friends were gone–that much was clear–but they had left him behind and, more than that, they had locked him out. How was he supposed to get back to them? Was he expected to get all the way back to the dry field of what was supposed to be Lover’s Lake and swim his way through a gate again? He had never been a strong swimmer, and he felt certain he wouldn’t make it through the watergate a second time without Robin pulling him along. And why were all of his friends gone? Did they–did they not want him to come back? Or…did they think he wouldn’t? Had they left him, passed out on the street, thinking he was dead? Oh God, oh fuck, if they thought he was dead they wouldn’t come back for him. They would go back to Hawkins and tell everyone he was dead; it would be just like when Nancy’s boyfriend’s kid brother had disappeared, the school making everyone going to an assembly to honor his life right before he had suddenly shown up again. His uncle Wayne’s face flashed in his mind, a memory from when Eddie was a little kid and had seen him sitting in the dark at the kitchen table, draining a beer, glimmering tear tracks running down his face and leaving giant, wet splotches along his work shirt. One of his friends, an old buddy, had died that night, had walked in front of a fucking train, but Eddie hadn’t known that then. He had stood in the doorframe between the hallway and the kitchen and watched his uncle sit at that table, lit only by the passing headlights that cut through the wide windows intermittently. Eddie had listened to him sob, had listened to muffled cries turn into heart wrenching choking sounds, and he had felt his own stomach curdle. It had been a relief when his uncle had finally put his head down on his arms, his sobs turning to gentle breathing as he fell asleep. Eddie never knew if his uncle had known that Eddie had watched him that night; he didn’t know if his uncle knew that every time Eddie really, really started to screw up he pulled back at the last second, thinking about his uncle making those sounds over him. 

And now that’s all Eddie could imagine. Somewhere, back in the Right Side of Hawkins, was his uncle sleeping on a kitchen table strewn with empty beer cans? Was he choking on his own sadness as it broke through his mouth, the way Eddie suddenly felt like he might? Or did Uncle Wayne think he was just missing, maybe on a bender with some of his friends like he had been before? The last time Eddie had disappeared for a week, Wayne had sat him down in the living room–the same room Eddie was in now, but it was warm and softly lit with lamps and tense with awkward silence–and told him that he was allowed to disappear for a while (“Hell,” uncle Wayne had said, “You’re practically grown now.”) but that he had to check in every three days. He hadn’t seen his uncle since Chrissy died–also in this same room, he remembered with a painful shudder forcing it’s way up his spine–but he had known that Wayne would understand that; would be waiting for him, but would let him do what he needed to keep the both of them safe. Was that what Eddie was doing now? Keeping himself and others safe by leaving those scraps of wood in place where Chrissy had died, keeping himself here? Eddie wasn’t sure. Part of him couldn’t make sense of it anyway–how could they board this up? How could they think he was dead when he was right here?

The memory of Dustin crying over him flashed through his head again. He, Eddie, had thought he was dying then. But surely he was wrong because look at him–he’s alive, right now. He held a hand up in front of his face, pinching the smooth pale skin below his rings. No, not dreaming. This was real, whatever it was. This had to be some weird sort of Upside Down thing; maybe you couldn’t die in the Upside Down. That had to be it, Eddie thought. He should have died but he didn’t, probably because he wasn’t from the Upside Down, he wasn’t like all of those other things out there, rattling in the dark as they searched for their next meal, so he couldn’t die here. An unwelcome thought occurred to him: maybe he had died but he had come back as a ghost. Sure, Eddie had assumed that ghosts wouldn’t be bothered by things like pieces of broken wood over a transdimensional crossing, but it’s not like he knew how that shit would work. He’d ask Henderson, if he could, but he imagined Dustin would roll his eyes and sigh, condescendingly explaining that ghosts aren't real (but, Eddie reasoned, none of this shit should be real. Didn’t stop it from being real, didn’t stop him from being here). Desperate to prove to himself that he really was alive, Eddie wrapped his fingers around his wrist, his grip so tight that the rational part of his mind told him to expect bruises. Nothing. He slid his hands around his cool skin, trying to find the dull beat that he could always feel tingling through his extremities when he had smoked a little too much, but there was nothing there. His hand came up to his chest, groping around over his thin t-shirt. Where the fuck was his heartbeat? He was alive, he knew he was alive, he could feel himself moving and breathing and thinking, he had to be alive. There–in his throat–he had found his pulse. Just barely, the softest, lightest thrum against his fingers. The beat was too slow, but it was there. 

He wasn’t sure why his heartbeat was so slow, why his blood felt thick and morose under his skin. He also wasn’t sure why he had been left behind. Shit, Eddie Munson was slowly coming to terms with the fact that there was a lot he didn’t–and never would–know. But, Eddie thought to himself, he had been left behind, and that’s what really mattered right now. He didn’t think of Dustin’s friends as his own–Harrington, Wheeler, and Buckley had all been nice enough but that didn’t mean he expected them to be a band of best friends after this. He had expected them to fight for him; it had been clear from the moment he lowered the broken bottle he had held against Steve’s throat that whatever this was, they were in it together. But they weren’t anymore, were they? Abandoned. Eddie had been abandoned by his temporary friends. Eddie the Banished, really and truly banished, left to rot alongside the vines and the demobats and Vecna. He didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to do. Maybe he could find a way around this–he could go back to Wheeler’s house and touch the lights and tap out SOS on every damn surface in this town until someone put two and two together and brought him back. That would work, he thought, that had to work. A small voice rang out in the back of his head: what if they’re not at Wheeler’s house? What if they just think the wiring’s gone bad? What if they don’t want you back bad enough to risk opening the gate again? Eddie shook his head, dispelling the thoughts that threatened to take over, and sniffed, once. 

He looked around the dark, empty trailer. Eddie knew it wasn’t really safe to stay here too long–Vecna’s monsters would probably come back here, they could probably scent or sense or whatever they did, the fucking creeps, that he was there already. Dustin’s spear was leaning up against the wall, one of their homemade shields made of a garbage can lid and long nails still stuck to the ceiling. He stood on a chair, prying the shield loose from where he had stabbed it, and took Dustin’s spear in his other hand. It wasn’t much–probably not enough to keep him alive–but it would have to be enough to get him around town. He’d stick to the shadows, take back roads he was already too familiar with in case those fucking monsters preferred sidewalks or some shit, and he’d ruin the electrical grid of the whole damn town of Hawkins, Indiana if that’s what it took to get him home. He was going home, dammit, and not this home, a backwards, Upside Down version of his house. Eddie steeled his courage at the door of his trailer. Taking one last look over his shoulder, he regarded the space that was so similar to the one he had lived in for so long. His guitar was leaning up against the wall where he had discarded it before fighting the bats with Dustin, and there were die with too-many sides scattered over countertops. He couldn’t take it with him; he couldn’t take the memories, the longing for that part of his life again, either. When he swung the door open, stepping out into the darkness, the sky lit up overhead. The roiling flashes of red lighting cast a bloody glow over Eddie’s face as he stared up, blinking slowly. Shouldering his spear, makeshift shield in his other hand, he began the slow walk towards Wheeler’s house. 

Chapter two here!

[linenquinn]

photos that would be in your camera roll if you were dating joseph <3

[sl-ut]

nsfw alphabet

EDDIE MUNSON

abc’s of eddie and y/n’s sex life

A = Aftercare

Eddie is a cuddler. Immediately after both parties have finished, he likes to maybe clean up a bit and allow y/n to take a trip to the bathroom before trapping her in his grasp in his bed for the next few hours. Sometimes he’ll wanna talk, sometimes he’ll wanna lay in silence, and sometimes he’ll just wanna doze off in his post orgasmic bliss. 

B = Body part (their favourite body part of their and also their partner’s)

Eddie, as confident as he acts, isn't entirely secure with his own appearance. He does really like his hair; How wild it was, how it challenged social norms, how you grasped and pulled at it while he was fucking you…

But he also likes his hands, because you like his hands. He loves how you shiver as he runs them over your thighs, or how you like to hold and fidget with his fingers and rings when he’s sitting next to you.

On you, though, Eddie worships literally everything. He genuinely believes that he’s the luckiest guy on earth to have ‘bagged a chick like you,’ but nothing got him going quite like your lips. He loved watching you nibble and lick your own lips, the taste of them against his own, how they look when they’re wrapped around his– 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Eddie, our himbo king, loves to both be covered and to cover you in cum. He’s willing to finish inside of you if you happen to have a condom on hand, but loves being able to see his mess on your stomach or lower back afterwards. He also loves being able to kiss you after going down on you, forcing you to taste yourself off of him. 

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Say it with me now: Eddie Munson is a freak, both socially and in the sack. 

People mocked him when the two of you first got together, telling him that it was temporary and you were just going through a rebellious stage. Because of this, Eddie loves to mark you up and let you mark him, anything to show off the fact that you’re not only together, but you’re also going at it like rabbits. 

He also likes to steal little things of yours, whether it be scrunchies, pictures of you, panties… They help him out when he has to deal with himself, and he tends to carry one of these items with him at all times (especially the panties).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Eddie’s a confident guy, and he may know a lot about sex, but there aren’t exactly girls lining up to go out with “Eddie the Freak.” He knows the basics plus some, but he takes notes from you each time, asking you to show him what you like, as well as cues when he happens to nip at a particularly sensitive place. 

F = Favourite position

I feel like Eddie’s a fan of the simplicity and primal feeling he gets when you two are going at it missionary style. It’s also very intimate, and it makes it feel like much more than just a hookup to Eddie, even after you’ve been dating for a while, and he really likes the reassurance that it brings. 

On lazier occasions, however, I can see Eddie taking you from the side. After barely waking up on a Saturday morning, feeling his morning wood pressing into you, both of you are too groggy to do anything spectacular, so he’ll push your panties to the side, lift your leg up and back over his hip and rut into you until you’ve both finished.

G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment? are they goofy?)

Eddie is always in a silly goofy mood. He likes to make you chuckle in the moment, teasing and giggling at you for being so needy or begging, and never taking any of it too seriously. Sex is supposed to be fun, and Eddie doesn’t see the fun in being so seriously or degrading one another.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Our king has pubes. Sorry if that’s not your thing, but have you not seen the mop on his head? Not to mention that he does not care much for physical appearances, and probably just can’t be bothered to trim or shave. Carpet definitely matches the drapes. 

Because of this, he doesn’t really care about your hair situation. He can’t blame you for having a bush when he has one himself, can he? In fact, I think that Eddie would prefer a bit of hair, but would overall not be too picky.

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in bed?)

Eddie likes to make sure that you’re feeling comfortable and cherished. He may not be the most romantic guy on paper, but he knows how to make you feel loved while he’s rocking your world. He uses pet names, babygirl, beautiful, precious while he caresses your skin like you were made of porcelain. 

On the other hand, he likes to drop the occasional dirty talk. 

Look at you, beautiful. Covered in my cum, begging for more. You’re insatiable, aren’t you, my little nympho? 

It’s all a part of his silly nature, never wanting to be too mushy or too gruff with you. He likes to keep it a happy medium where he was able to make you blush either way.

J = Jack off (how often do they masturbate)

Eddie jerks off quite a bit. I feel like he’s almost always ready to go, so if you aren’t around or just aren’t in the mood, he has no issue excusing himself to the bathroom for a few minutes to relieve himself (maybe with the help of the panties he snagged from your drawer).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Eddie likes to fuck you in places where you won’t, but definitely could get caught. The picnic table in the woods where he does his deals, in the back of his van after band practice, in the Hellfire room… He likes the risk factor, but would never wanna put you in the position of actually being caught.

He also loves both praising you and being praised. When you’re going down on him or if you’re squeezing him just right, his voice will come out breathy and overexerted, but he gets his message across; Right there, pretty girl. Oh, you’re doing so good, making me feel so good baby. This pussy was made for me, huh?

And when he’s going down on you, hearing you tell him how good he makes you feel makes him go feral. All caution or grace goes out the window, and he’s eating you out like a starved man. 

L = Location (favourite place to do the do)

Eddie’s favourite place to fuck you, while it may be incredibly vanilla sounding, is his bedroom. He’s not a high maintenance guy, and he’s not the type to cater to someone who is high maintenance. He likes being able to finish one round, roll over to catch his breath, and then get himself revved up to go once again. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Our man is a druggie, that’s no secret. He gets super horny when he’s high or drinking, literally hands all over you and making lewd comments, even if you’re in front of his friends. 

He also really likes seeing you in his Corroded Coffin t-shirt. He gifted the very first print to you, getting it a few sizes too big, knowing that it meant that he would get to see you in the shirt and literally nothing else. 

N = No (something they won’t do, turn offs)

Eddie isn’t into sharing you. He’s struggling with insecurities surrounding your relationship to begin with, so he definitely wouldn’t deal well with the thought of somebody else fucking you better than he can (which isn’t very likely).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Eddie could live between your thighs. There have been countless mornings where he’s woken you up that way, days after school when he rushed you into his room to do so, kneeling down to pleasure you while you’re “saving water” in the shower. 

He also definitely enjoys when you slide down between his thighs, too. Like I said, Eddie really likes the look of your lips doing literally anything, so the sight of you sucking him off and leaving a wet trail of spit afterwards is heaven to him. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual)

Eddie's go-to pace is a strange medium between fast and slow. He likes the speed of going a bit faster, but isn’t all about being super rough with you. Perhaps he might be down to spank you or choke you lightly, but overall he doesn’t wanna do anything to hurt you, let alone do anything that might leave permanent marks that would make others believe that he was hurting you for sacrificial purposes, as many people probably already thought. He’s not looking to fuel the fire.

Q = Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, etc)

Eddie doesn’t mind quickies, but they’re definitely not his favourite. He prefers to take his time with you, making you fall over the edge time and time again before he finally calls it quits. You would only have them in the mornings before you both had to leave the house, or just before Hellfire. Otherwise, he likes to splay you out and tease you with playful nips and licks before finally giving you what you want.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

When it comes to your sex life, Eddie’s a big risk taker. He’ll try anything once, and knowing him, he’ll enjoy anything that obviously brings you a lot of pleasure, even if it’s not doing much for him. He’s only hesitant when it comes to anything super hardcore, as he doesn’t wanna cause any lasting pain for you, but like I said, would definitely try it if you asked him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

Eddie can go one round at a time, but he makes that round last. He gets you off a few times before he finally fucks you, but he puts all of his effort into that one round so he needs a little while to recouperate afterward. Of course, if you’re still awake and down to go again in an hour, so is he.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on their partners or themselves?)

Eddie might be down to using toys that you own, but it seems a little too high maintenance for him to own any, and let’s remember that he isn’t exactly well off; There are much more important things for him to be spending his money on. He’s a simple guy, and he might genuinely prefer making you cum with his tongue or fingers, though he wouldn't argue if you asked him to use a vibrator on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Eddie’s a tease. He’ll tub your inner thighs in public, whisper dirty things to you in front of your friends, and poke fun at how needy you are. He loves seeing you desperate for him, and he loves how much more responsive you are after he’s been teasing you all day.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

I feel like Eddie can hold his noises in if he really tried, because they really aren’t that loud. However, when he starts to get closer to his peak, he lets out little grunts and whimpers that signal that he’s not gonna last much longer. Otherwise, he likes to disguise his moans by talking dirty or praising you.

W = Wild card (random headcanon)

Eddie is the type of guy to love how heightened sex feels when he’s high. He definitely wouldn’t encourage you to do the same unless you brought it up first, but he thinks it would just be so good for both parties if you smoked just a tiny bit of weed. 

X = X-ray (what’s going on down there?)

Eddie Munson is packing something long in skinny,similar to his stature. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eddie’s got it bad. If you’re in the room, he’s in the mood. If you’re on the phone, he’s in the mood. If he just happened to meet you in the hallway for a split second, he’s in the mood. Literally nothing could make him not want to fuck you at any given moment. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Eddie might fall asleep afterwards. He does like to talk or just cuddle with you, but like I said, he’ll need a little bit of recovery time before round two, so you both may as well just catch some z’s.

stranger things tags: @milkiane

[needsomehargrovelovin]

Imagine Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munsen had a rivalry for your affection

Billy: Back off freak, Y/N is mine. Kings come before jesters.

Eddie: Just because you're self proclaimed king doesn't mean everyone has to bow to you, Y/N is mine.

[eddie-van-munson]

The Showerhead (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: When you tell your roommate Eddie about how tense you've been lately, he shows you a new way to relax with a little help from your showerhead.

Warnings: Smut (Innocent!Reader, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Masturbation, Talk of Toys, Fingering), Cursing...Can't think of anything else?

A/N: This is loosely based on a blurb I read a few weeks ago, but I can't find it! Please let me know if you can, so I can credit the inspiration!

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"What's wrong with you?" 

You breathed a laugh as Eddie gave you a playful shove with his foot. "What're you talking about?" 

"You're stiff as a board, babe. Tense as hell." He took another handful of dry cereal from the box, eating it straight. "You having muscle aches or some shit?" 

"Nah. It's just school, I guess." You rubbed your shoulder, neither of your eyes leaving the movie you'd put on. The couch was a mess. Eddie was getting crumbs everywhere, and your legs were sprawled out over top of one another lazily. 

He shot you a look, "Don't lie to me." 

You sighed, cheeks burning. Of course he saw right through you. "I'm just...wound up." 

"Ah..." He hummed, eating another fistful of dry cereal as he realized what you were getting at. "Why don't you just get yourself off then?  Rub one out?" 

"Eddie…" You groaned, hiding your face. He giggled at your embarrassment. 

"I'm serious!" 

You couldn't look him in the eye as you sighed, "I've tried. Hasn't happened." 

"Why not?" 

You shrugged in response. Eddie had always been ridiculously relaxed in regards to intimate things, even before you were roommates. There weren't many conversations that were off limits, to him. 

He glanced at you, "When's the last time you came, then?"

"It's been a while."

Eddie frowned, thinking. "Are you rubbing? Or putting fingers in?"

You wanted to curl up into a ball and roll away. Your ears were red hot. "B-Both. Normally I'd just rub, but I'm pretty desperate." You reach over into the box, and the conversation went quiet for a minute as he thought to himself.

Eddie was your best friend, and for as long as you'd known him, the two of you had an odd sort of relationship where nothing was off limits. He told you everything. No conversation was too taboo. That's how it'd always been. To be honest, you really appreciated it most of the time. 

Sex and…well, your body as a whole…were never really discussed in your house, growing up. It was "dirty", and you always ended up feeling ashamed if you had questions for your parents. 

On the other hand, Eddie was the best Sex-Ed teacher you'd ever had. Who else would dutifully remind you to give yourself a monthly self breast exam every time he happened to see a PSA? Who else would offer to help you when you complain about how hard it is to shave your pubes without getting razor burn? Who else would clip Tampax coupons for you when he found them in the paper?

Your friend shrugged, "Have you tried the shower head?" 

"What?" You watched as he picked a corn pop out of his hair, tossing it in his mouth. 

"Have you ever tried using the shower head?" 

"To get off?"

He chuckled, "Yeah! You've never heard of that?" His brows quirked with surprise. 

You shook your head.

He looked shocked, "Jesus. I forget you're still pretty new at this. I thought everyone had tried that at least once." 

There was a long silence. He could practically hear your brain working a mile a minute. Finally, he broke the silence again, pausing the movie. 

 "I know you've got a million questions, sweetheart. You might as well ask them. You don't have to be scared of me. You know that, right?" 

You frowned, "I know. It just-…It feels dirty." 

Eddie gave you an empathetic smile, "I know it does. They made you feel real shitty about it, didn't they?" He took your hand, giving it a squeeze, "Touching yourself isn't dirty, baby. It's just something your body needs. Same as eating and sleeping." 

You swallowed thickly, grateful for his gentleness. "How do you….do it? With the shower?" 

He tried to explain it. He really did. He tried to act it out with a hair brush and walk you through it verbally, but you were hardly used to using your fingers, much less a home appliance. Eventually, he gave up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from the couch. 

"Where are we going?" You squeaked as Eddie guided you to the bathroom. 

"I'll just show you. It'll be easier." He sounded so nonchalant that you could have laughed.

You were blushing down to your belly, now. An odd mixture of nervousness and embarrassment churned in you, but for some reason, when you looked into Eddie's pretty brown eyes, your curiosity overwhelmed everything else. Was this really happening? 

Eddie sat across from you on the floor beside the tub, keeping his eyes on the plugged drain like a gentleman as you stripped down to your undies. Your legs trembled as you climbed over him to sit in the bath water. 

"Is that too warm? You don't wanna burn yourself." Eddie took your hand, moving to  hold it under the faucet.  

"Feels good." You nod, nerves still building in your stomach. 

"Tell me if I need to change it, ok?" You nodded as he pulled the tab on the spout, the stream of water redirecting up and out of the shower head. He adjusted the pressure, glancing up at you. "Ready?" 

You fought the blush that warmed your cheeks, taking the shower head when he passed it to you. "So I just-???" 

"Yep." He nodded encouragingly, going to stand up. You hadn't thought about Eddie leaving you in there on your own. Though, you probably should have… You didn't want him to go.

"Wait! I..." You trailed off, embarrassed. "If it's alright with you...um...Can you stay?" 

Eddie paused to think, a smug look creeping to his face after a moment, and sunk back down onto the floor beside the tub. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, placing one between his teeth. "Fine by me, sweetheart." 

Your cheeks went bright pink as you clocked the hint of amusement in his voice. You swallowed thickly, "And I hold it between my legs?"

He smirked, nodding. "Just gotta pull those panties off and go to town, babe."  

He sat opposite you, deciding not to push your comfort with the situation by being close enough to see your lower half over the wall of the tub. You wiggled out of your underwear awkwardly, and he laughed as you daintily  draped the fabric, now soaked from the water, on the closed lid of the toilet. You held the shower head in your hand, your legs spreading until your knees rested against either side of the tub. 

You were a bit unsure of where to go next, and you were hit with a wave of anxiety until you glanced over into your best friend's chocolate eyes. He easily picked up on your slight change of expression, and he gestured towards you as he inhaled another breath of smoke. "You're ok. Just give it a try. If you don't like it, then you don't like it." 

His words relaxed your muscles a little, and you nodded as you took a deep breath. 

It felt...ok? You didn't quite understand what the hype was about yet. It was warm...that was kind of nice, but it felt more soothing than anything. You adjusted a little as Eddie watched you. 

"Lay back, sweetheart. Just relax." 

You rested your back against the tub, letting your eyes fall closed as you took a deep breath. 

Eddie admired the slopes and dips of your breasts. He'd seen you like this, before...It wasn't unheard of for you to change clothes in front of him or walk around in a sports bra...but this was different. The air between you was thicker, now. He didn't feel guilty about admiring your chest as it rose and fell with deep, steady breaths. In fact, you'd practically asked him to watch. 

"You feel anything?" Eddie exhaled a breath of smoke towards the ceiling. 

You bit your lip, eyes still fluttered shut as you searched out the pleasure you'd been promised. "Not yet." 

There was a long silence. Eddie swallowed thickly, "Touch yourself." 

"What?" 

His mouth went dry, "Touch yourself." 

Your eyes opened, "R-Really?" 

He nodded, "Yeah." 

You kept your eyes locked with his, relying on his encouraging looks for reassurance as you snuck a hand between your thighs. 

A shuddered breath fell from your lips as you spread yourself open a little more. You didn't even get a chance to rub your clit before you felt it, suddenly. "Oh..."

A wicked smirk split Eddie's face as your lips dropped open. "There it is." 

You groaned softly, head lulling all the way back against the tub with a small thump. "Ohhh." 

Eddie watched with dark eyes as you started to squirm ever so slightly against the shower head. He reached down to palm himself through his jeans, knowing you'd soon be too far gone to notice. "What's it feel like, baby?" 

Your brow furrowed as you chased the pressure of the water against you. "Feels...good." 

He chuckled softly, squeezing his length where it laid against his thigh. "Yeah?" 

You whined, "Yeah." Your breathing was shaky and labored. "It's an ache. A good ache." You cursed pitifully. 

Eddie reached over the wall of the tub to put out his cigarette in the water that had pooled around you. Discretely, he popped open the button on his pants, trying to relieve some pressure. " 's like scratching an itch, isn't it? An itch you didn't know you had." 

"Eddie..."

Your voice was pleading and weak. Begging, almost. And both of you knew what you were begging for. He gave a noise from his chest when he looked over to find you grinding on the shower head, desperately, rubbing it between your legs. 

"Fuck, Y/N, look at you..." He took your knee in his hand, gently coaxing your legs to spread so he could see where you were sensitive. He stroked his fingertips up and down your thighs, hushing you soothingly. "It's good, isn't it? Even better than fingers." 

Your eyes fluttered open, locking with his as you sobbed a timid moan, "Yeah..." 

He gave a wolfish grin, "Mhm...Maybe I can take you to the store next week, hm? Help you pick out a grown up toy all your own?" 

His dark eyes watched yours for any hesitance as he lifted the shower head just enough to see your slit.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart." 

You rolled your hips, searching for the pressure you'd lost when he lifted it. "Eddie..." You moaned, voice breaking over his name. 

"I've got you, baby." He squeezed your ankle, reassuringly.

You made the prettiest sound he'd ever heard as his fingertips lazily found your clit, rubbing slow, warm circles over the bundle of nerves. The showerhead fell from your hand, forgotten on the floor of the tub. 

"That's it. Pretty little pussy...she's greedy, isn't she?" Your eyes scrunched with pleasure, your head too far gone to reply. You could only cling to the feeling of his fingers and the sound of his voice through your lust filled haze. "She hasn't been touched nearly enough, huh? We need to find you a cute little vibrator. Something you can curl up with in bed..." 

He could see the muscles in your stomach starting to pull tighter and tighter as he rubbed you. His cock was fucking aching. 

"We can get you a decent sized one too...one you can push inside..." You whined, loudly and unabashedly, as his two middle fingers sunk inside you. His thumb kept its spot on your clit, working you through any ache you might be feeling at the stretch. 

"Oh...oh fuck...fuck, Eddie...please..." 

"Does that feel good, sweetheart? That's it...you can tell me what you need." You rode the slow movements of his fingers, jaw dropped as you teetered closer and closer to the edge. 

"Eddie I'm-..." 

He cooed to you, reaching up with his free hand to stroke your hair. You cried out as he curled his fingers, gently.  "I know, baby. Go ahead. I've got you." 

You sobbed, rocking against his hand as the rubber band inside you pulled ridgid and taught. 

His voice was like butter on your hot skin, "I love you so much, pretty. There you go...Cum on Eddie's fingers, sweetheart." 

The rubber band snapped, warm white pleasure buzzing in every nerve ending in your body. Your vision blurred as the muscles inside you flipped and fluttered and pulsed around Eddie's thick fingers.

He groaned as your walls throbbed, squeezing around him. He could feel your heartbeat. "Fuck...Jesus fucking Christ. Good girl..." 

Your eyes squeezed tight as your hips bucked, sloshing water against the sides of the tub as you rode out the waves of your orgasm. He kept the slow rhythm of his gentle thrusts until your muscles went limp. 

He pulled his fingers from you carefully, rubbing his palm up and down over the apex of your thighs as you came back down to earth. He pulled off his denim jacket, the arm of which was now soaked, and grabbed a towel from the rack.  Vaguely, you heard him turning off the faucet. 

You whimpered and shivered where you sat in the bath water, closing your legs protectively. Eddie only hushed you, wrapping your trembling form up in the towel and brushing your hair back out of your face as you sleepily realized your surroundings again. His voice was your only tether. "Hey...I've got you. I've got you. You did so well, bub. So well..." 

You held your arms out to him hazily after a moment, looking for him, and he happily gathered you up in his arms. You gasped softly as he lifted you out of the tub bridal style. Trembling, you snuggled your nose into his chest as he brought you to your room. 

The next thing you knew, Eddie was drying you off dotingly and grabbing a fresh pair of panties from your dresser. You didn't ask how he knew where your underwear drawer was. Instead, you lifted your hips silently to help him slide them up onto you. Your eyes were heavy as he unhooked your bra and slid a shirt on over your head. You couldn't help your happy sigh. 

"Eddie..." You cooed like a dove as he pulled you close to lay against his chest. 

"Mhm?" 

"Did you mean what you said? About the....the vibrator?" Your words were slurred against him with sleep. 

"Every word." He rubbed your back dotingly, giving your bottom a little squeeze. 

There was a long silence before you finally spoke again, "Can you show me how to use that, too?" 

"Oh baby." He beamed, "It'd be my pleasure."

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[eddie-van-munson]

Groupie (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Summary: A blurb about Eddie and his favorite groupie ;^)

Requested by @externalpanic

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Cursing, Drug Use (Weed), Alcohol Consumption, References to Bondage, Bisexual Eddie (if you squint), Reader has Vagina

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Every Friday night, there were new people waiting at the bar.

Of course, there were the band's regular groupies, as well. Ones that were on a first name basis with the boys.

Jeff was fond of a pair of sisters, Candy and Ronnie. They typically came by about once a month, all too innocent in appearance and demeanor. He made them take turns, sitting one outside his hotel room door to wait while he had his way with the other.

Brian, the bass player, preferred to pick out someone new with every gig. He liked to "peruse the menu", as Eddie liked to say. He did have a thing for Crystal, though. That is, when she wasn't with Gareth.

Gareth was, what Eddie called, "A Soup Kitchen". He never turned people away. If you wanted some lovin', you could have it. Why not? There's plenty to go around. As long as you don't mind sharing a bed with six or seven people, that is.

And then there was Eddie...

As much as you loved watching the boys play, the first-timers at the bar often put on enough of a show to keep you entertained all on their own. You sat in the same spot every Friday night, a knowing smirk tugging at your lips as you listened to what they said about him.

"I want him to play me like he plays that guitar."

"Dibs on the one with the tattoos..."

"I hear he likes to handcuff you to the bed."

"Aw, you guys are cute... I wouldn't bother, though."

You took a sip of your drink as you watched a girl with jet black hair push aside the tall, lanky boy that'd been blocking her view.

He'd been the one curious about the handcuff rumor. Ironically, you'd previously had the thought that he was the only one of the group that Eddie would have been halfway interested in, sexually.

The dark haired girl's heels clicked as she eyed Eddie up and down, hungrily. "He requested me by name, tonight. The bouncer said so."

You couldn't help but snort at her words. There was no chance. Even if she had been his type,  Eddie sawed logs on the dressing room couch like he was in a coma up until he went onstage, and it wasn't like he could make requests of the bouncer mid-song.

She flipped around, shooting you a venomous look. "What, you think that's funny?" She snapped at you, arms crossing over her chest

"Yeah, I do." You stirred your drink, unbothered.

All eyes turned to you. Crystal sent you a wink from across the bar where she watched the scene.

The dark haired girl stalked over to you, her false lashes framing her clear blue eyes. "Care to explain the joke?"

You smiled as you looked her up and down, "I just...I'm not sure you're not his type."

She scowled, "And what is his type? You?"

You laughed, shrugging. "I guess...To be honest, he probably wouldn't mind having his way with 'Handcuffs' over there, either."

The boy's eyes widened as you nodded in his direction. He really was pretty. A real Roger Taylor type if you ignored his height. He blushed, pointing to himself. "Me?"

You shot him a wink. The dark haired girl was fuming now. Her pale cheeks had gone completely red.

"You're funny." She growled the words, narrowing her eyes.

You immediately lost her attention as Eddie spoke into the microphone, "We're Corroded Coffin! You guys fuckin' rock! We'll see you next week!"

The crowded bar erupted in drunken cheers, glasses raised. Eddie lifted his guitar to them in return, sending another round of yells through the room.

He waved awkwardly at the dark haired girl as he bounded through the crowd to you, grinning. She came up behind him, calling his name, but he didn't even look over. You couldn't help but fight a smile. Poor thing. He wasn't being rude; Rather, he just hadn't heard her over the ringing that his music had left in his ears.

You feigned annoyance at his neediness as he held you tightly from behind, burying his face in the skin of your neck. You laughed through a whine, feeling his sweaty chest against your back, "Fuck, Eds, you're nasty. Go take a shower."

He beamed, as if you'd given him a badge of honor.  "Where were you last week?"

His voice was hushed, but it was more of a stage-whisper than he'd intended, unable to gauge volume quite yet.

"Who's asking?"

He groaned, "Someone who was very horny and very disappointed."

"Aw..." You cooed, pinching his flushed cheek playfully. "Poor baby had to fuck someone else for a change."

He shook his head, curls bouncing. "It wasn't even worth it. Just got all mopey and jerked off." You grinned, as he pecked your lips. "Did you clock the blonde?"

"Pretty isn't he?' You cooed as his kisses grew lazy. "I knew you'd like him. You want to ask him to join us?"

"Not tonight." He hummed, "Can we invite him for next week? Just want you all to myself, right now."

You made eye contact with the lanky boy as Eddie sucked your neck, your gaze dark. He blushed wildly when you smiled, crooking your finger to coax him over to you.

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"His face was priceless." Eddie giggled later as the two of you lounged in the back of his van. He took another hit from the joint, holding it for a moment before letting the smoke plume above his head.

The van was smokey and warm. The ugly, rough carpet had long since been covered by a rug, and he'd put down layers and layers of thick blankets to make a rather comfortable palette. The belly of the van had lights on the ceiling that he could click on, just like any normal car would, and they made for nice, dim lighting for hot boxing and drug fueled sex. He'd always joked that this was the Hideout, not the bar.

You grinned, admiring his big brown eyes as you plucked the joint from his fingers, "It was sweet!"

"Oh, It was fuckin' precious. He's gonna be real good for us. I can just tell. He looked like he would've dropped to his knees right there in the bar if we'd asked."

You hummed darkly, sitting up and moving to straddle Eddie's hips. His hand snuck up your thigh lazily, only to find your hip bare of any waistband. No panties. His eyes locked with yours, mischief splitting his expression. "You're eager tonight."

You bit your lip teasingly as his big hand came around to squeeze your ass, giving it a slap.

"Guess whoever you replaced me with last week didn't fuck you as good, huh? Bet you've been waiting to get dicked down all week."

His eyes were hooded and red-rimmed as he stared up at you, his dark curls splayed beneath him on a throw pillow he'd snatched.

You lifted your skirt from between your legs, giving you better access to grind your clit against his belt buckle. You moaned softly. "Decided to stop in to see the Hellions. I haven't heard them play in ages." You admitted, rolling your hips.

He took another drag, his voice hungry. "And how were they?"

"Terrible. The guitarist could barely make me cum."

Eddie laughed boyishly, his tattoo peeking out from the collar of his t-shirt when he shifted, "Poor thing..." he cooed teasingly, sneaking his hand beneath your skirt to grant you some extra friction. "Gave him the ride of his life too, I bet."

You stilled a little, blushing. Eddie's brow quirked, "Didn't get that far."

"Oh?"

"Yeah..." You pushed up the hem of his shirt, tracing your fingers over the tattoo on his hip. "He fingered me backstage for like, thirty minutes, and then when I finally came I..." You trailed off, embarrassed.

You could see the realization hit him. His eyes went wide as he cackled, holding his stomach, "You moaned my name! You fuckin' moaned my name, didn't you?"

You nodded, ashamed, and he rubbed your thigh reassuringly. "He got so pissed, Eddie."

He grinned, his cheeks pink from laughter and weed. "Mhm...Serves the bastard right. You're fuckin' mine."

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[eddie-van-munson]

hi hi !

can i request some writing for eddie being surprised by his s/o wearing lingerie?? can it be at his trailer or the readers home, they just tell him to close his eyes and when he opens them, his s/o is there, in all their (shy) glory, trying to seduce him, maybe for a ocassion or something? ;)

Warnings: Mild Smut, Slight Innocence Kink, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Cursing

(I'll get a read-more cut on here asap! I'm still working on beating writer's block, and the wait-list is long, but requests are open!)

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"Just be patient!!" You giggle sweetly, your voice muffled behind the bathroom door.

"Come on, sweetheart. I'm getting lonely out here all by myself." Eddie flipped through a random edition of Teen Beat magazine he'd found in your room. "Goddamn it."

"What?"

Eddie sighed, "That little shit Macchio got 'Hunk of the Month', again."

He could hear your scoff, "Are you serious? Rob Lowe definitely should've had it."

"It's totally political." Eddie flipped through a few more pages, smiling to himself when he came across a quiz you'd filled out in gel pen. Who's your Hollywood Soulmate?

You'd gotten Michael J. Fox. This, halariously, made Eddie feel a tiny prick of jealousy in his chest, as if Michael J. Fox was actually going to come steal you away from him.

He'd just started skimming an article (You can be Popular- Make '86 Your Year!), an amused smirk on his face, when he heard you call his name, softly .

"Eddie..."

He hadn't noticed you come out of the the bathroom. You stood in the doorway of his room, now, still holding your elbow nervously as you struggled to meet his eyes.

Eddie had always had a thing for seeing you dressed up all rosy and lacy. It made you look so innocent. His sweet, precious little toy, ready to be corrupted...but this? This was like something out of his wildest dreams.

You were in baby pink, a pretty teddy with tiny silk ruffles around the edges. It was thin. He could see your nipples beneath the fabric, as well as the soft dips and slopes of your body. The panties sat low on your hips, gathering at the apex of your warm, gorgeous thighs.

"Happy Birthday, Eddie." You toyed with the lace shyly as you tried to read his expression. The two of you were silent for a long time as he took you in, raking over your body with his sweet brown eyes before finally finding your own again. "D-Do you like it?"

Eddie gave a breathy laugh, reaching down to squeeze himself through his jeans. "Come have a feel and you'll know just how much I fuckin' like it, sweetheart." 

You smile so sweetly at him that he could cry, bounding over to the bed and settling between his legs, happily. He laid back on his elbows, stroking your hair as you nuzzled his cock through his jeans. Your eyelashes fluttered, and he groaned as you pressed little kisses over the outline of his length.

"You pick that out special, baby? Just for me?" His voice was dark and breathy.

You nodded, crawling up further to peck his lips. He rubbed your back as you hugged him. "This isn't your present, though. I got your present this morning."

"This morning, hm? Did you forget about me?" He teased you, knowing you'd been more excited about his upcoming birthday than he had.

"No! I just didn't want you to see it!"

He hummed solemnly, as if this were a very serious matter indeed, and pulled you back in for another kiss. "Well, are you gonna let me see it now?"

You gave a nod, shivering at the feeling of his fingertips tracing your spine, and rolled over to lay flat on the bed. He squeezed your thighs reassuringly as kneeled in front of you, pulling them up to rest atop his. He could see the nervousness in your eyes.

"What's wrong, bub?"

"Nothing." You swallowed thickly. "I just hope you like it, is all."

Your hands trembled as you lifted the hem of your Teddy, revealing a small piece of cling wrap that was protecting a tattoo on your hip. Eddie's eyes widened when he saw the taped off spot. "Holy shit...what did you-?"

He carefully adjusted so he could see the tattoo. A small black bat on your hipbone to match the ones on his arm. Just beneath it were two small letters.

"E.M." He was breathless, a grin slowly splitting his face. "E.M."

You nodded, smiling. "Got your initials on me 'cause I'm all yours."

"Holy shit." He chuckled in amazement, "Holy shit! Did it hurt too bad? Were you ok? I can't believe you went all by yourself-"

"I was alright." You reassured, squeezing his hand. "It wasn't bad at all. It was like bee stings."

"Fuck..." Eddie leaned over you, peppering his lips ever so gently around the bandaged ink. You preened against his touch, trying to coax him back up for another kiss.

He smirked, letting you pull him in close as he wrapped your legs around his hips. "Mhm, you gettin' needy?"

"Getting c-cold. I'm hardly wearing any clothes." 

Your heart fluttered at his giggle. You could feel the heat of it against you when he tilted your head back.

"I'll warm you up, baby. Don't worry." You whined softly in protest to his teasing, and he nipped your throat in response. "I've got to get your initials on me, now. What are we thinking? Right over my heart?"

You laughed, and he couldn't help but croon upwards to kiss your smiling cheeks, "You're such a sap."

He beamed, happy and in love.

"Only for you."

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[eddie-van-munson]

eddie munson x fem reader, the reader gets hurt/has a injury but has a high pain tolerance and kinda has the attitude of it will be fine if that makes sense. Eddie sees it (maybe when she is buying off of him or something) and helps her take cafe off it cause its actually a bit worse than she though 🤷‍♀️

Warnings: Cuts and Bruises, Bullying, Cursing, Very Brief Mention of the Reader being Groped by a Bully, Drug-use (Weed).

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"Holy shit. What the hell happened to you?"

You sighed, your brows furrowed, "Hello to you, too."  

"You got fucked up." The leaves crunched beneath his feet as he slung his backpack onto the bench of the picnic table.

"I did. Are you going to sell me drugs or not?"

He toyed with one of his dark curls as he chuckled, looking you up and down. "You're actively bleeding all over yourself. Forgive me if I'm a little concerned."

You swiped your nose on the sleeve of your shirt, which only succeeded in smearing it across your cheek.

Eddie winced, "Who the hell messed you up so bad?"

You rolled your eyes, "Take a wild guess."

"Carver?" His face hardened, forehead creasing when you shrugged.

"One of his goons grabbed my ass in the parking lot after school, so I hit him."

Before you could protest, Eddie was wandering over to hold your face in both hands, tilting your chin up and down to study your various cuts and bruises. "Looks like he got a few hits in, himself."

You scoffed, "You think this is bad? I'm fine. Go find curly-top. I wouldn't be surprised if he's missing teeth."

Eddie gave a loud laugh as a smile tugged at your lips. It stung, and he easily noticed you fighting the urge to cringe at the feeling.

He gave a long exhale, thinking to himself, and shook his head. "I'll tell you what, Bruiser. You come back to my place and let me get you doctored up, and I'll give you a 50% discount, hm?"

You gave him a look, "What's in it for you?"

"Absolutely nothing. You're robbing me blind, you little shit." He mussed your hair, throwing his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his lunch box. "Now, c'mon."

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You hadn't realized Eddie lived right down the road from your trailer until now, but you really should've known. Your mom was always complaining about your neighbors being reckless drivers and playing their music too loud. Hell, that had Munson written all over it.

It was a cozy little home. Messy as hell...in the perfectly charming sort of way you'd expect Eddie's place to look.

"Do you live here alone?" You called to him as he searched the medicine cabinet. Your fingers traced the embroidered words etched across the front of a baseball cap, just one out of the large collection of them displayed across the walls. You couldn't remember ever seeing Eddie wear a baseball cap.

"No. My Uncle lives here too. He works late at the power plant." You glanced towards him at the sound of a box hitting the floor, turning just in time to see a handful of band aids fluttering around him in the air like confetti. He grabbed them up quickly and stuffed them back in the box as you giggled at the scene. He fought a smile, "Shut up and go sit on the counter."

You obeyed, jumping up and wiggling back to sit comfortably on the Formica. Eddie propped open the kit he'd found beside you, shuffling through it messily.

"Alright, Tiger. Let's get you cleaned up first so we can see just how bad you got your ass kicked." You rolled your eyes at him, giving him an incredulous look as he grabbed a clean washcloth from a drawer by the stove. He washed his hands first before soaking the cloth under warm water and wringing it out. His hands left little wet marks on your jeans as he pulled you towards him by the back of your knees, standing between your legs.

"I want you to tell me if it stings too bad ok? Red light system." You couldn't help but feel touched by the concern in his big brown eyes. You nodded, giving him a grateful smile.

Had you known letting Eddie Munson play nurse with you would make your heart go all achy with love, you might have decided the cheap weed wasn't worth it, but here you were, his hands cradling your face tenderly as his pretty features focused on you. You tried not to stare, but it'd been so long since you'd gotten personal attention like this. The only way you could manage to keep from ogling him was to let your eyes flutter shut entirely.

Eddie felt like he was on cloud nine. Even through the bruises and cuts, you looked perfect. So pretty and malleable for him as he cleaned you up. His pulse sped as you relaxed, eyes growing heavy under his touches.

"Eddie?" You cooed softly as he swiped a thin trail of blood from your neck.

"Hm?"

Your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, "Why're you taking care of me?"

He hummed, "Because I've gotten my face beat in at least twice by every member of Carver's immediate friend group."

"Yeah? You got someone patching you up too?"

He chuckled as he tossed the bloodied washcloth into the sink, blowing a cool stream of air over your face to dry your angry red skin. "Not exactly."

Your eyes opened, brows raising. "So you just give half-priced weed out to everyone with shiners?"

"Nah. I don't make a habit of that." He smiled, rifling through the red box for an alcohol swab. "I've just got a soft spot for you."

You blushed, though he couldn't see it behind the bruise on your cheekbone. "Why's that?"

There was a long pause as he finally found what he was looking for, tearing the package open. "You've got a pretty face, princess. Hate seeing it all wrecked."

You gave a soft laugh as Eddie showed you the alcohol pad as a warning, his brows raising with question. You gave him a nod and clenched your jaw as he held you still, carefully gliding it over your more open cuts. It stung, but you sat still for him just the same. Eddie cringed as your expression tightened with pain, quickly finishing his work so he could toss the swab and soothe the burning.

"That's it. Hard part's over." He dragged his thumb up and down over your jaw soothingly, fanning your skin with his free hand. "You alright? I know that hurts like shit."

"I'm pretty tough."

Eddie laughed sweetly, "Hell yeah, you are." He wandered over to the fridge, grabbing an ice pack for the bruises as he spoke. "Wayne used to spray me with Bactine when I'd scrape my knees. I lost my shit every time. I cried like a baby." 

"Oh my god." You gave an amused smile at the thought of Eddie as a child, even more crazy and energetic than he was now. You kicked him lightly. "I bet you were a nightmare as a kid."

He gave you innocent doe eyes, "Why do you say that?"

"Because you're a nightmare now." He kicked  you back, giggling at your good natured teasing. You sighed, "I bet were a cute kid too, though. Too cute for your own good."

He smiled as he wrapped the ice pack in a clean dish towel. "And what makes you say that?"

There was a long silence, both of you daring one another to say when you both were thinking. Because you're cute now. Finally, you gave a shrug in response, which made Eddie laugh loudly.

He watched your expression as he carefully held the ice to the bruise that spread up to your temple. "How's that feeling? Any pain?"

You shook your head, biting your lower lip until the feeling slowly faded and your cheek numbed. The room was comfortable and quiet as he doted over you. He watched your face carefully for any sign of hurting, taking care of each purple mark until the swelling was gone and any remaining pain had dulled out.

"Alright. That should keep them from getting any darker."

You smile, fondly. "Thank you, Doctor Munson."

He snorted, "Don't say that. I'll get turned on." A loud laugh escaped you, head tilting back a little as Eddie's face split in a grin. "I've got a thing for damsels in distress."

You scoffed as he stuck a band aid down over the worst of your scuffs. "I am not a damsel in distress."

He frowned, looking up at the ceiling as if he was considering this. "You definitely are."

"I am not!" You crossed your arms indignantly.

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with letting a big strong man carry you off into the sunset and make it all better, sometimes." He wiggled his brows, teasingly. "You don't always have to slay the dragon."

"No. You know what, Munson? I think you're the princess in the tower!" His jaw dropped, as if you'd just smacked him across the face. "That's right! I'm the knight in shining armor, here!"

Eddie paused, thinking it over. "Wait...That's actually kind of hot! I like that! A lady knight?

"Mhm. Returning from battle so that a  beautiful healer can nurse me back to health with his gentle hands!" You gave him a proud look, your chin raised with ego, but Eddie only blushed.

"You think I'm beautiful? And I have gentle hands?" He glanced down at his ringed fingers, studying them

You shrugged, "Shit, absolutely. You've got really nice hands. And you're pretty as hell."

Eddie knew for a fact he was bright red. He scratched his neck, chuckling, "You know what? Why don't you take the half ounce for free."

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[eddie-van-munson]

Summary: A blurb in which Eddie takes care of you after you get your period in the middle of the night and bleed through the sheets.

Warnings: Blood, Reader has a Vagina (menstruating), Fluff.

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"Baby..." His voice is a warm hum against your forehead as he presses a kiss there. You whimper as you slowly wake up, rubbing your eyes. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Gonna get you right back to bed, I promise."

You squirm a little as he comes into hazy focus, wincing at an ache that tightens in your abdomen.

"Your belly hurts bad, huh? I've got you."

How did he know your....oh.

"Did I stain the sheets?" Your voice is still slurred from sleep. His hand sneaks under your shirt, and the warm weight of him rubbing your stomach is soothing to your cramped muscles.

"Don't worry about the sheets, babe. I'll just throw them in the wash. God knows they needed it anyways."

 " 'm sorry."

"Hey, what're you sorry for?" He pulls back, frowning.

"Made a mess..." Tears well in your eyes.

"Oh honey, it's a good thing. Your body is just doing what it's supposed to do. 's healthy." He pecks your lips, "No babies is a very good thing. For now, at least." He chuckles, voice raspy from sleep. "Do you want me to help clean you up or would you feel better if you showered off?"

You thought for a minute. Warm water might be good for the cramps, but god, it was the middle of the night, and you were so tired...

As if he read your mind, he chimed in. "Why don't you just let me take care of you and we can get you right back to bed, hm?"

You frown, "Are you sure?"

He nods, giving you a warm smile, "Of course, silly." He groans as he climbs up out of the bed, "Come on. Up and at 'em."

He gives you a hand, helping you up and gathering the sheets off the mattress. You cringe at the feeling of your sweatpants, wet between your legs.

"Go ahead and grab some new clothes from the dresser ok? I'll be right back."

When he returns, he's got a fresh set of sheets, some washcloths, and a pad.  He tosses the linens over the bed and gives them a haphazard tuck before kneeling in front of you.

"You ready?" You nod, helping him untie your waistband.

You're hit with a wave embarrassment when he pulls your pants and panties down off you, but he presses a reassuring kiss to your hipbone and lays the soiled clothes to the side. You give a little shiver as he drags a wet washcloth over your sticky inner thighs, cleaning any remaining blood from your skin.

"There we go." He coos, looking up into your sleepy eyes. "Almost done, baby. I know you're sleepy."

You hand him the fresh pair of underwear you'd chosen, and he smiles, seeing you've already prepped them with the pad. You put a hand on his shoulder as you step into the leg holes, and he pulls them up onto your hips with a playful kiss to your bellybutton.

"Alright. Let's get you cozy."

You curl up beside him on the freshly made bed and he's quick to pull you right in against his body, rubbing your belly as his lips graze over the back of your shoulder. 

"You want some Tylenol?" He mumbles warmly, your eyes already growing heavy again.

" 'm okay."

He tucks the blankets in around you. His breaths are soothing against the back of your neck, as if they're a lullaby. "You'll wake me up if it hurts, right?"

You make an unintelligible sound of agreement. "Eddie..."

"Hm?" His eyes have fluttered shut now too, your body warmth lulling him.

"Thank you for taking care of me."

He smiles, pulling you in even closer. "I'll always take care of you, sweetheart."

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

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@eddielives1986 @ruinedbythehobbit

[eddie-van-munson]

could you do a eddie x reader where the reader is like, rly into legos still? or something like that? they think it’s dumb but eddie thinks it’s the purest thing in the world seeing them flip the instruction book and get to work :D

Warnings: Gender-Neutral but Uses Pet Names (Babe, Angel, Sweetheart, Etc.), Cursing, One Sexual Innuendo, Fluff.

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-Ok! Legos in the 80s were not what they are today? But we're going to pretend they were!!!

-So, maybe you're feelin' sick today, right? You've had a little cold.

-You called Eddie before school and told him you'd be out so he wouldn't worry.

-You rest on the couch for a good while and drink a lot of fluids, but the only thing on TV during the day is Days of Our Lives, and while you find it surprisingly gripping, you do get bored after a while.

-Eddie gets your make up work from all of your teachers and walks over to your place. When he gets there, he doesn't want to wake you if you're resting, so he just let's himself in.

-You're not in the living room or anything so he goes to check your room. He knocks on the door softly, "Y/N? It's me. I'm coming in."

- "No!" He hears shuffling, "Just a minute!!!"

-He frowns, concerned. "Are you ok?!"

-"Yeah!! Yeah I'm just...I'm naked!!"

-"Naked?"

-"Yep."

-He smirks, "Well, shit. Don't threaten me with a good time, sweetheart..."

-He opens the door to find you disappointingly clothed, but you've got on little pajamas and your cute nose is all rubbed red from tissues, so he's willing to forgive this.

-You're sitting on your bedroom floor with an instruction book in your lap, surrounded by about a million Legos.

-You cover your pale face with your hands, embarrassed.

-He tosses his backpack to the side and plops down beside you, leaning against your bed as he snatches the book from your lap. He studies it curiously, flipping through its thin pages. "Whatcha got?"

-You bite your lip nervously, ears burning. "Legos."

-"Oh shit!" He gasps when he realizes what he's looking at, "Is this the Death Star!?"

-You nod, hesitant.

-"Oh man, how do we start it?"

-Your eyes go wide for a second and you stutter dumbly, reaching beneath your bed and pulling out piece of cardboard. Sitting on it is about 1/3rd of the Death Star, already perfectly assembled.

-His jaw drops, "Fuck, babe!"

-Your whole body relaxes a little when you realize he thinks it's cool.

-"Look!" You smile, holding up a piece. "I just finished the Superlaser Focus Lense!"

-He grins, carefully taking it from you to admire it.

-You show him all of your favorite details and what parts you're working on now

-Guys he's just so in love

-You're just so eager to show him this thing you like!! And that's so precious and special!

- Side note, Eddie hyper fixates on things really easily right?

- He can't count how many times he's rambled on about something that's really exciting to him...a new campaign he's written or a book he's just read...only to slowly realize that the person listening doesn't care.

-And that's the shittiest feeling in the world.

-So when people talk to Eddie, especially about things they're really jazzed about, sweet boy listens.

-Even with his attention span being absolute shit, he listens so actively. He nods and responds and asks questions. He shows people that he cares about the things that make them excited!!

- After the Death Star incident, he'll come over sometimes and find you working on building something new at your kitchen table.

-He LOVES watching you. You get so focused and your little tongue sticks out when you frown. Your brow always furrows when you're trying to work something out or find a missing piece.

-But the best is when you figure it out or connect a section, and your whole face lights up. God, he could just pinch your lil smiling cheeks bfdybnk

-Sometimes he sits with you and "helps".

-Mostly he just makes you endearingly wonky flowers out of the pieces you aren't actively using.

-You still get a little embarrassed about it sometimes? Maybe one night you ask Eddie if he'll stop and pick up a new set you've ordered because you don't like to be stared at :^/

-He frowns, "Stared at?"

-You shrug, frowning as you scratched your neck. "I mean...a lot of times people think it's weird. You know? 'Cause they're supposed to be for kids?"

-Eddie raises his brow, pointing at the box sitting in front of him on the table, "Babe, the box says 'six and up'!! You're up!!"

-You're not quite convinced.

-He croons down, "Hey...Look at me.”

-You obey, cheeks going pink.

-"Does your Super Wicked Lego Mastery hurt anyone?"

-You shake your head no.

-"Does it make you happy?"

-You shake your head yes.

-"Then fuck what anyone else thinks, babe! I love that you build with Legos! It's cute as shit!"

-"You really think so?"

-"Oh my god, sweetheart. I could watch you all day. It's fucking precious! You get so excited!"

-In the end, Eddie comes along with you to pick up the set you ordered, shooting protective glares at anyone who dares to look twice at you.

-He starts helping you find places to display your creations when you're done.

-And best of all? You're proud!!! You take pictures and bring them to school to show them off to the Hellfire boys (who always lose their shit because that's SO COOL).

- And you have to agree. It's very cool ;^)

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[eddie-van-munson]

I don't know how Eddie Munson manages to simultaneously give "adult virgin" energy, as well as "would finger you in a parking lot" energy, but he definitely does.

[eddie-van-munson]

I'm writing the most giggly, awkward, funny smut about Eddie and the reader being best friends and taking each other's virginity. I think it's my very favorite thing I've written, guys. Like this post or comment if you want to be tagged. I promise it is SO CUTE.

[eddie-van-munson]

-Young Dad!Eddie who has lost his high-school sweetheart to childbirth, and is now left all alone with his newborn baby girl.

-Young Dad!Eddie who's trying so desperately to ignore his grief that he barely even lets himself sleep for the first several weeks of his daughter's life.

-Young Dad!Eddie who struggles to accept help from Wayne or Robin and  Steve...anyone really...because he's trying so hard to do right by the love he's lost.

-Young Dad!Eddie that's determined to prove to himself that he's going to be able to take care of this angel that he's been left with.

-Young Dad!Eddie that owes everything to Wayne, who takes care of his little love all day long so that Eddie can work double, or even triple shifts to make ends meet.

-Young Dad!Eddie that lives to hold his baby girl. Who sits in bed alone with his newborn and giggles to himself as she clumsily tries to nurse the tip of his nose or the apple of his cheek.

-Young Dad!Eddie who carries a snapshot of his daughter's sweet, drooly, toothless grin in his wallet...right along side a well-loved, dog-earred one of her mom.

-Young Dad!Eddie that's so lonely, but can't stomach the idea of trying to meet someone new, despite his loved ones' encouragement

-Young Dad!Eddie who has a deeply buried streak of separation anxiety.

-Young Dad!Eddie who sometimes talks to the photo of his daughter's mother that sits on his beside table...mumbling to her about their baby girl as he drifts off at night.

-Young!Dad Eddie that feels his loneliness so deep in his stomach...like a painful knot.

-Young Dad!Eddie who can feel his body physically relax when he's finally able to scoop up his girl and kiss her chubby little cheeks at the end of his day. 

-Young Dad!Eddie that sings little songs and blows raspberries against his baby's bare tummy to hear her squeal and giggle so loudly.

-Young Dad!Eddie that holds his daughter's tiny foot up to his ear. Hello? Oh, it's for you, ma'am.

-Young Dad!Eddie who lets his angel yank his curls to her little heart's content

-Young Dad!Eddie who will often fall asleep with his daughter resting against his bare chest (even though he's technically not supposed to) because he needs her with him.

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I want to make this a fic so bad. What do you guys think?