#eddie munson × reader

[dragonfryed]

this is so him btw

[forourpoets]

Eddie my beloved i love you so much<3

[munsonhoneybaby]

Beginning Traditions | Eddie Munson X F!Reader

Summary: It’s your first Christmas in your new home with Eddie and the two of you are ready to explore the next steps you’ll take together as you form your own Christmas traditions.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, just some heavy making out honestly nothing bad in this one

A/N: takes place in december of ‘94. bit more of a blurb/drabble. this was originally gonna be some super sweet extensive thing with a lil breeding kink and some sex by the fireplace but uh- the month really got away from me. i’ll try and make it up to y’all with whatever i post next <3

The bluesy cadence of Elvis’s voice floated quietly through the main rooms of your home, the old holiday records your family had passed down having been dusted off in the name of the season. It was certainly a change of pace from the rock and metal cassettes you typically had playing. The golden twinkle of the Christmas lights worked hand in hand with the flickering fireplace to fill the room with a warm glow.

Four inches of snow blanketed the ground outside and, according to the weather report, the elements wouldn’t be letting up anytime soon. Inside, however, Eddie had turned up the heat and started the fire while you had made two mugs of hot chocolate ‘with all the fixins’. The Christmas tree was fully decorated, including multiple ornaments the two of you had made together. The only thing missing was the star on top, which was what led you to balance precariously at the top of your step stool, stretching to reach the top of the eight-foot tree.

Warm palms met your exposed skin as your boyfriend of eight years grasped your hips to steady you. “You gotta be more careful, pretty girl. Gonna gimme a heart attack.”

“Eds, babe, the ladder’s like two feet tall. If anything, I’m worried about takin’ the tree down with me.” You fidgeted with the fake branches, “Is the star sitting straight?”

“Looks perfect, honey.” He held a hand out to help you step down, tugging you a few steps back to take a look.

You hummed in agreement as he kissed your temple, your back pressing into his chest. “It’s pretty. You did a good job on the lights.”

He smiled at you before glancing out the window where the wind howled and the tree branches shook. “Thank God I put up the lights outside yesterday. Who knows when this storm’s gonna let up.”

Hip bumping his, you gave him a suppressed smirk. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll find ways to keep busy. I just hope we don’t lose power, even with the heat going I’m still freezing.”

“If we can find ways to keep busy, we can definitely find a way to keep warm. Don’t you worry, honey baby.”

A ding from the oven drew you to the kitchen as Eddie put away the step stool. Grabbing the bag he’d stowed away in the guest room, he met you in the kitchen where you were swapping out the freshly baked sugar cookies for unbaked cookie dough. “Hey, I’ve got somethin’ for us to do tonight.”

“When did you go to Family Video?” You frowned in confusion at the bag in his hands.

Ignoring your question, he asked, “Remember that one kids’ Christmas movie you liked that came out last year? The Tim Burton one?”

“The Nightmare Before Christmas?” The smile spreading on your face had him pulling the brand-new VHS from the bag. With a little squeal, you took it from him to inspect it. He’d even gotten one with a plastic hardcover instead of a paper one. Your arms wound around his neck with a tight squeeze, “Thank you, Eddie!”

Squeezing your waist right back, he chuckled. “‘Course, pretty girl. Why don’t you go turn the movie on and I’ll make us some popcorn, hm?”

Less than a year until he’d turn thirty, and even after so many years with you he still stood in the doorway to watch you bend over and put the VHS in– only then did your boyfriend attend to his task of making popcorn. The hot bag burned his fingers as he dumped the microwaved popcorn into a big bowl. He joined you on the couch after pressing play for you, the festive pattern of your matching pajama pants blending together as your legs curled against his.

Eddie eyed your content expression as you watched the movie with a small smile. It had been a philosophy of yours to try and maintain the spirit of the holiday season for as long as Eddie had known you. Even when he’d still lived with Wayne, you’d insist on coming over to help decorate the trailer. He still remembers asking you about it on your first Christmas together as a couple. My family doesn’t really get along, you’d explained with an expression of shame that made his chest hurt. Not a lot of people show up to celebrate, and there’s always a fight when they do. I guess I just wanna try and enjoy what I have around times like this, y’know? Bring people together. He looked over at the two stockings hanging from the mantle of the fireplace and imagined more hanging beside them. “So, are you gonna leave cookies and milk out for Santa this year?”

Meeting his eyes out of the corner of yours, you smiled and popped a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “I s’pose I could if Santa actually wants to sneak in the living room at midnight to put the presents under the tree.”

“Well, I think he’s going to. He’s gonna need the practice if he’s gonna have a little one or two to deliver presents to in the Christmases to come.” He tried to keep a lightheartedly teasing expression on his face, but part of him tried to gauge how you would react to that.

“Little ones, huh?”

“Doesn’t have to be by next Christmas,” He reassured with a little smile. “All this’s just makin’ me think about it.”

“Yeah?” Your hand soothed over his clothed chest before slipping beneath his shirt to do the same to his skin. “Eddie Munson’s really thinkin’ about kids?”

His face flushed, head tilting down as his eyes darted around. “I don’t know, it’s just…we’re in such a good place– and I wanna stay like this for a while longer, I do, ‘cause this is perfect, y’know? I just think we’re getting there, I guess. Like maybe it’s time to start talking about parenting stuff a little more and preparing together?”

Cupping his cheek, you met his gaze with a small smile. You couldn’t help but kiss him, fingers winding into the loose messy bun that was falling out at the base of his neck. “We’ll talk about it, Eds. I promise.” You could feel his smile against your lips as they molded to his again, his arms surrounding you to draw you into his lap. “Eddie, the movie,” You pouted half-heartedly into the kiss.

“We’ve got it on VHS now, babe. We can watch it anytime,” He argued as his mouth found its way to your neck. Head rolling back to give him more room, you pulled your borrowed scrunchie from his hair. His hands wandered from your hips over your waist and up your back, mapping out each curve as though he didn’t already have them all memorized.

Pulling back slightly, your thumb stroked over his jaw. “You’re gonna be such a good dad.”

“You really think so?” He asked, a little nervousness seeping into his tone.

“I know so, baby. You’re gonna be amazing.”

He pulled you down into another ravenous kiss, mumbling against your lips. “I love you.”

On Christmas that year, he got down on one knee and gave you a ring.

The next year, you bit your nail as you watched Eddie unwrap his final Christmas gift from you– the first of several positive pregnancy tests.

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[r-anela]

A ring for happiness and eternity E.M×Female!Reader

Summary: this Easter is very special for you and Eddie, he has a big surprise for you ❤️

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff!

Thank you to @sleepy-wyvern for proofreading!💚

Eddie planned it for months, he wanted to do it on a special day, but not on New Year's Eve or Valentine's Day because that is totally predictable and a cliché.

He finally decided on Easter because it was close to your anniversary and he didn't want to do it then either because that's also stereotypical. This way he could already be calling you his fiancée on your 5th anniversary and Easter is the feast of the resurrection, so basically the celebration of a zombie. You can't get more metal than that!

Actually, you two never wanted to marry. You had agreed that it is much more metal and against society if you live together without getting married. But when he heard how the old neighbor always called you Mrs. Munson and you always blushed slightly, he knew for himself that he really wanted to make you Mrs. Munson.

His idea was to make a kind of scavenger hunt at Easter instead of the usual egg hunt. And since it should not be obvious that you would have a special search, he had thought that there would be three different treasure hunts. One for you, because you were his girlfriend. Then one for the Hellfire guys to find out about the new campaign, and finally one for Steve, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, Max and Eleven, because they didn't know much about D&D, they would get a classic scavenger hunt.

As a starting point he had chosen Steve's garden, there would be the first clue for each group, hidden under normal Easter eggs and sweets. After that each group would do a little tour through Hawkins, with the goal to arrive at the end together at Lovers Lake where an Easter fire was planned and you would find your last Easter egg with the clue.

The others knew about it and had also taken on a role or two in the whole affair. Jonathan would take pictures of you after and before you found your last clue, Steve had the ring stored at his house and would slip it to Eddie in the morning. Nancy, Max and Eleven had been given the task of making you look extra pretty and the Hellfire boys were to distract you as their paths would cross yours often to take your mind off the situation.

While everyone was searching he would set up the Easter fire and anything else.

Once it hit 8:00 in the morning your alarm clock rang. You had been awake for half an hour and had gotten dressed, put on makeup and done your hair. Because today was the big Easter scavenger hunt from Eddie and he had specially noted that all who participated should dress nicely, for whatever reason was not clear to you, but it was Eddie, his game, his rules. Whether in D&D or elsewhere, if he was planning then everyone would have to follow his rules.

Robin, of course, was only semi-enthusiastic about the idea of making herself pretty, but Eddie had encouraged her that she could wear what she wanted, he and she being different in their own way and style technically in the minority. Robin had gone shopping with you, El and Max, but Nancy had no time that day, and promised to take you to the hairdresser and nail salon a few days later.

At the mall there was a beautiful dark green dress you picked out. And for Robin, a new blazer, while El and Max both picked up a new pair of shoes and some jewelry.

At the hairdresser you had your hair cut a little and at the nail salon you had your fingernails painted to match the new dress.

Looking at these dark green lacquered fingers, you now tightened the bow of your boots. Eddie had recommended comfortable shoes, you would have to walk a lot today.

A look at the alarm clock told you that you still had 40 min of time before you had to go, enough for breakfast.

Well fed and excited you arrived at Steve's, Robin and he were visibly discussing something you couldn't understand what they were talking about. Only that they were very much at odds about whatever it was about.

Less than ten minutes later you were all standing in Steve's backyard and Eddie was explaining in his Dungeon Master Narrator voice the rules and how it would all go down.".... Each group has been assigned a specific color, if one group encounters clues from another they are required to ignore the clue or help the other group find it. No direct transfer of clues is allowed. Also, an update is to be given via the walkie-talkie every half hour to hour regarding which clue you are on. So that no one gets lost on me here!"

"At the end of the search, everyone should meet again at the same point, this is where we will have an Easter fire and let the evening wrap up. If someone has difficulties, the walkie-talkie may also be used in an emergency. The first clues for each group are hidden here somewhere in the garden, after that you will go different paths, see you later! And with this, let the games begin!" a smile flitted across his face which immediately made you blush and spread warmth throughout your body.

He gave you a heartfelt kiss and a tight hug, after which he spoke in a lowered voice just to you, most of the others were already wandering across Steve's garden in search of the first egg. "Since I'm about to leave you alone, I've arranged your search so that you'll go to the same places as the others now and then. I just hope they do not act totally stupid and you really meet in between" at his last statement you had to laugh for a second. "Eds I'm an adult too, we're all not children anymore" and with that you gave him one last kiss on the cheek and walked briskly out into the garden.

Your plastic eggs were none other than green, of course. There were also yellow and red. All the other colors from the mix bag Eddie had hidden around the garden as well, but these would contain candy or snacks, you knew. You had actually helped him two days ago to fill the various colored eggs.

So far no one had found their clue, but they already had some other eggs. You had a suspicion where your clue might be. Whenever you are in Steve's backyard, you sit on the same chairs by the pool. Lo and behold, there was a green egg taped under the first chair.

Clue after clue led you through Hawkins, to all the different places Eddie connected you to. But you didn't know about that, because all those places were like a second home to all of you; Benny's Burgers, Family Video, a park bench by the library, and even at Hopper's. So far, you had met the others five times and should have only a few more clues ahead of you because in an hour the Easter Fire was supposed to start.

You found your last egg in your parents' front yard, you had moved out a few years ago, but you and Eddie came over regularly for dinner. Inside the egg was a small rock you had given Eddie two years ago when you were at Lovers Lake, it was shaped like a heart. Attached to it was a little note that said "Your last journey will take you to the place where you found me". So you knew right away where to go. After giving Eddie the update, you set off.

When you arrived at Lovers Lake you saw the Easter fire already set up and Eddie waiting for you and the others. Now that you had arrived at your destination, you expected no more than to just sit around the campfire and have a picnic.

Since the Hellfire boys were still missing, you helped Eddie light the campfire and told him how great you found his ideas and the whole scavenger hunt.

When the Hellfire Guys arrived, Eddie rounded up everyone and announced that there was one last egg for each group to find on the beach. What you couldn't guess was that Eddie had actually told the others that there was only one egg left for you to find and where it was hidden. But they should act as if they would search and then go to their designated places.

After what felt like 10 minutes of searching you finally discovered the egg, it was stuck in a tree stump. If you remember correctly, it was the tree stump you had been sitting on when Eddie asked you to be his girlfriend.

You held up the egg triumphantly and *click* Jonathan took your picture. Which was not unusual, he often took pictures of all of you. Today, too, he had taken photos of all of you at one time or another throughout the day.

When you opened the egg, there was a small box inside and in that box was a note. The note had read "a ring to promise you eternity, a ring to promise you happiness, in the dark as well as in the light and also in the land of Mordor, where the shadows threaten"...

And when you wanted to put the note aside with tears in your eyes, Eddie knelt in front of you, a ring in his hand and asked, "Would you be willing to marry me?

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

I have a request! Kinda loosely based on a experience I dealt with. Reader is super shy and deals with social anxiety. She is invited to a party by her friend and reader is trying her best to just go with the flow, relax. She notices eddie is there, who she’s been crushing on for some time and he sees her having a slight panic attack when football players start to tease her. Eddie steps in and takes her to a safe place for her to ground herself and Eddie is super sweet and caring and has a little crush on reader too. Maybe a lil smutty at the end? ❤️

Oh dear Anon, I very much feel with you 🌸💕

Thank you for this wonderful ask! I really hope I did it justice although I wasn't really feeling the smut in there ❤️

Your head was spinning by the time you stepped out of the front door and felt the fresh, nearly cold early spring air filling your nostrils. The situation inside had simply been way too much for you, so many people you barely ever seen on the school halls, the loud music that wasn’t exactly your taste plus those damned football team dudes who wouldn’t just stop with their stupid commentary.

“Oh, look, who finally crawled out into the open!”

“Hey, here’s the school cryptid!”

“See who left their nerd cave. Fucking geek!”

Although you really tried to enjoy this night your friend invited you out on, tried to play it cool in such a big crowd, the thoughts nagging from the far back of your head eventually got the better of you. They told you that you weren’t supposed to be here with all the popular kids, the footballers, the cheerleaders and right now it felt as if those thoughts were nothing but absolutely on point. 

As you were placing one foot in front of the other in small steps, with eyes closed shut to block out the pure physical and mental overstimulation, you let your hands wander for the next best surface to hold on to.

“Hey..hey, I’m here!” You heard a somewhat familiar voice talking to you before you felt a soft tug at the sleeve of your shirt.

“It’s okay, we’re outside now.” The voice reassured you as the grip on your shirt softly pulled you to the left.

“Uh, Eddie?” You mumbled under your breath.

“Yeah, that’s me!” He chuckled softly, guiding you a handful of steps further to a lone bench on the outskirts of the premises.

You couldn’t hold yourself from smiling a little knowing it was Eddie who helped you out and as soon as you had the old, frequently sat upon wood of the bench underneath your searching fingers, you dared to open your eyes again.

The loud noise from the party left behind as well as all those people you just couldn’t connect with even if you tried. And trying to you did so painfully hard. 

You expected to see calm trees in front of you, maybe even a dry, brown walking path but instead you unintentionally stared right into a pair of gentle, chestnut brown eyes. Eddie’s face was right in front of yours and you honestly couldn’t really tell what was more overwhelming: The party inside or the beautiful face right in front of you.

“Are you okay?” It spilled out of Eddie's soft, ridiculously plush, pink lips. 

You wanted to answer but the words felt like a dry, raspy lump in your throat.

“Hey there! Planet earth is sending signals!” Ed’s waved his hand in front of your dumbfounded face. 

“I’m good!” You eventually pressed out of yourself. 

Eddie let a deep sigh roll over his tongue.

“I was really worried about you in there.”, He confessed, “You just froze in there and it didn’t look right to me at all…”

For a few more sentences he rambled on about how he was watching you in there  for a while and saw how the football boys pestered you and how you grew more and more uncomfortable. 

“Thank you, Eddie.” ,The words rolled over your tongue, “Thank you for caring about me.” 

At that, Eddie paused for a moment. 

“Of course I did!”, He said as soon as he gathered his composure, “I like you.”

To be fair, at this point quite a few drinks were roaming around your system and at first you thought they would help you navigate this party but instead they had you spilling your personal truth at him. 

“I really like you, Eddie” It spilled from your lips and you felt your cheeks blushing.

“Like, really liking you…” 

For the blink of an eye Eddie held his breath. His gaze wandered from your eyes to your worn out Metallica T-Shirt that you were wearing for as long as possible before the washing machine had to claim it again.

“Uhm…” He cleared his throat and straightened his black leather jacket “I do like you too…that way…”

[vecnuthy]

The Snack's Snack

Watching Eddie eat grapes short circuits your brain

Pairing: Eddie x fem!reader

Rating: 18+ no minors

Warnings: smut, grinding, biting. Eating kink, I guess?? There's food swap in this, sorry.

Comments: eating grapes can be so personal. idk, I think Dionysus possessed me for this or something, but it wouldn't leave me alone, so I had to get it out.

Up until about five minutes ago you had been reading a book, enjoying the shared space and down time with your favorite person, but the book now lay splayed open in front of you, completely forgotten. The flicker of motion directly across from you had made you look up just in time to see Eddie, pencil in his one hand, surrounded by a D&D manual and notebooks, absentmindedly, and therefore slowly, insert a grape into his mouth and chew on it, lost in thought. Your eyes took in everything:

The parting of his plump lips that he brushed with his fingertips.

How the tip of his tongue met the grape's skin before his lips engulfed it.

How the shape of it bulged in his cheek.

The snap when bit into it.

The flex of his neck and jaw as he chewed.

The way his neck moved when he swallowed.

You tried to ignore him and the way your hair stood on end with every movement he made, but it was pointless. You were unraveling, absolutely enthralled. He was planning a campaign.

Eddie scribbled a few lines down, then his eyebrows furrowed again as he hit another problem to work out. He mused over it briefly before slipping his hand back into the bowl, but before he could bring the grape to his mouth, your hand flew over and grabbed his wrist, which startled him. His wide brown eyes met your fiery gaze as you, maintaining the grip on his wrist, stood up and came to a stop in front of him. The grape was now between your fingers.

Your hip pushed against the table to make space.

"Wha--?" Your pointer finger lifted up from the grape, a gesture that silenced him, and you smirked as you sat down and straddled his lap. His free hand came to rest on your upper thigh as he breathed out a confused chuckle, but your tightened grip on his wrist and the look in your eyes made his smile faulter, the color rise on his neck -- and your core throb.

You studied his face, taking a special interest in his full, flushed lips.

"You," you began slowly, dipping your head down to breathe into his ear, "have been driving me insane." His body shuddered under you as a chill rippled through him, but his brow was furrowed slightly when you came back up. He was definitely intrigued, but it wasn't clicking.

To make your point, you stared him down as you brought the grape to your lips, parting them just enough to slowly insert the fruit. His eyes were wide, and you could feel the pressure in his jeans grow under you. You bit into its crisp flesh, eyes closing as the cold, sweet juice exploded in your mouth. A moan hummed from your throat, savoring what he had been experiencing as you had watched him.

Eddie was dumbstruck, his eyebrows hidden behind his bangs. You felt him twitch under you, his hand tightening on your thigh. "Oh," he finally croaked, his pupils blown. He swallowed hard.

You peaked over your shoulder at the bowl.

Two left.

Trouble was written all over you twisted around and grabbed another grape. His now free hand gripped your other thigh, and his thumbs massaged deliciously into your skin, his breathing quicker as he watched you closely.

You were watching him, too, trying to keep from drowning in the glittering hungry look in his eyes. Anticipation was painted across his devious face, jaw clenched. Your hand brought up the next grape level to your chest and you rolled it between your fingertips.

It wasn't for you this time, though.

The smile that spread across your face was practically diabolical as you slowly brushed the fruit across his bottom lip. The sight made you bite your own bottom lip and the tiniest of whimpers slipped from your mouth when your eyes darted to his, dark and lusty.

"Open."

Eddie did what he was told and parted his lips slightly. His hands, firm on your thighs, rocked you slowly against his swollen jeans. You closed your eyes for a moment, your other hand pressed against his chest to steady you as you savored the slow friction against your throbbing core. But the sight of you slowly pressing the grape past his lips? Feeling the resistance as it passed between his teeth and met his tongue? What a combination.

A dark chuckle escaped from you as an enraptured grin spread across your face. Eddie looked so gorgeous like that -- something in his mouth suspended by his teeth, framed by those unfairly pert lips, his eyes blown and burning into yours, nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

Feral.

You pressed your thumb lightly against his bottom lip, pulling it down softly.

"Eat it."

There was a beat before Eddie's expression slowly morphed into a dark smirk that sent a delicious chill through you, and he shifted on the chair to give you more contact against his crotch. His haughty, blown eyes drank in the way yours flashed when his tongue visibly rolled the fruit into the side of his mouth and split it deliberately with his teeth. Your breathing hitched and your lips parted slightly, completely focused on the way his jaw clenched, the way his neck moved when he chewed. You traced the rises and falls of his neck as his thick anatomy worked, then wrapped your hand wrapped around his throat, providing enough pressure to feel everything as he swallowed the juice and the movement of his jaw when he slowly chewed the rest of it before swallowing again. He licked his lips slowly, still smirking.

"Jesus," you said, letting out the breath you didn't know you were holding in.

"Not quite," Eddie said with a dark twinkle in his eyes. They bore into yours as he removed his hot hand from your thigh to reach for the last grape, which he slid into your fingertips.

The choice was yours -- you or him?

His grip was rocking you slowly against him again as you contemplated. That glorious friction faultered slightly, though, when you opened your mouth and held the grape between your finger and thumb, the tip of your tongue barely lapping at it. Eddie's jaw was clenched, his nose flared again, obviously fighting to maintain control. God he was stunning when he was worked up. You couldn't help but crack a horrible grin as you brought the grape back out of your mouth, letting your lips contour against its shape and your fingers (a strained growl escaped the back of his throat), then you bit it in half, chewing it lazily as you slipped the other half into his mouth. He took it eagerly, but his teeth clamped down on the top joint of your index finger, making you gasp.

Neither you nor he expected you to like that very much, but here you were, back arched, thumb and free fingers pressed into the skin along his jaw, you grinding slow and hard against him. Your other hand found its way into his long hair, gathering a fistful of curls and pulling lightly. His eyes fluttered shut and he moaned softly, savoring the tension and the friction before he increased the pressure on your finger enough to draw a hiss from you. The tip of his tongue swirled around your imprisoned finger, an obscene smirk stretching across his face. You pulled his hair a little harder in response, making his chin tip up slightly as he sucked in a breath. His jaw sharp, thick neck flushed and stretched, and the way he looked at you were devastatingly erotic, almost too much for you to handle, especially with the way you were moving against him. He let your finger go, mouth agape for a beat, before he settled back into another haughty smirk, your sore finger pulling his bottom lip down as he bit into the other half of the grape that you had given him.

You couldn't stand it any longer.

Your lips crashed into his lips with a rough kiss, breathing him in before turning the kiss into all teeth and tongue as both of your hands ran through his curls, nails scratching across his scalp and neck. He whimpered into your mouth, his hands running up and down your back under you shirt, and pressing your body into his, not able to get you close enough. You were grinding against him with a purpose now, feeling the warm coil in your core build deliciously. You broke from his mouth to breathe and gripped his shoulders for leverage, his fingers scratching against your back as he watched you, breathing out a "goddamn" in awe and coaxing you along. You were so close.

So close.

There.

"Are you --?" Eddie chuckled incredulously. "Did you take that from me?"

Eddie just stared with a devilish grin, then said, "Holy shit, babe, that was hot" as you came down.

You gave a wide grin, taking a moment to catch your breath before you started chewing what you had stolen from his mouth, which he hadn't noticed until just then.

"Yeah," you laughed wearily, honestly proud of yourself, as you leaned back against the table ledge for support. "That," swallowing victoriously, "-- was a good snack." You were visibly satisfied.

You laughed out "Eddie?!" as you trailed behind him down the hall, struggling to keep up with him before he whipped you around, your back bouncing against the top of the mattress. His voice was dark and husky when he came into view over you and growled through a wicked grin.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded for a moment, impressed, but he startled you when he pushed you off of his lap and grabbed you by the hand, practically dragging you to his room.

"My turn."

[axailslink]

KasEddie Munson Hc's Pt2

Eddie became a complete slut when he turned like my man is only wearing crop tops that show off his happy trail

he admits he talked shit about steve's hairy chest but he is almost no different this man is hairy all over

bites you randomly because he likes the way your body halts and you grab onto his shoulders for stability

when kissing he bites your bottom lip just to draw a bit of blood and make the kiss taste of iron

develops a blood play kink so whenever you're having sex completely out of it just getting your shit broken down and ravaged to add to all of the feelings he kisses down your jaw then bites deep into your neck or shoulder

this man loves leaving bruises on you at first he was scared by the newfound strength but he got used to it

this man associates his biting with sex so even if he's not horny somehow it ends in something sexual whether he's eating you out or fingering you

this man has been upgraded he can eat you out for hours until your legs are shaking and you're a crying mess and honey you love it

more wholesome kas eddie stuff now:

this man hangs on to you like a koala he loves cuddling and kissing on you

loves being a bit stronger because this means no matter how small or big you are he's picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of fucking potatoes

Eddie tends to any bite wounds that you have from him he cleans them and patches them up

you have these dizzy spells after he feeds on you so you usually take a nap afterward and when you wake up he's there with this bowl of soup each time just waiting

when you get a dizzy spell you sort of get weak in the knees so he helps you walk to your room or couch.

this man called you his little "ketchup packet" as a joke and it kind of stuck

"awn my little ketchup packet need some help?" "Eddie if I could stand on my own I would hit you upside your head"

licks over past bite marks that have healed when he's kissing over your skin

loves a good bruise on your skin the morning after he'll make you look at them in the mirror and shower you in praises

recently kas/vampie Eddie has taken over my mind once again

[rottingflowrs]

꒰🎞୭̥ ﹒₊˚ The Other Woman

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pairing: Eddie Munson × the other woman!fem!reader, reader × Chrissy Cunningham (platonic) , Eddie Munson × Chrissy Cunningham

warnings / contains: angst, cheating ( Eddie cheats w/ reader ), non-mutual pining, unrequited love, hurt no comfort, no happy ending, out of character!Eddie, Mean!Eddie, Asshole!Eddie, Reader is a bad friend, My writing lmao

a/n: after a long break because of finals I'm trying to get back on the flow of writing because nothing I write satisfies me anymore tbh. So I thought I could get in the flow by writing one-shots and drabbles and then get into continuing my series.

Eddie wasn't there for you. He was there for himself. He was there to fulfill his fantasies, the ones he couldn't do with his girlfriend. You were perfect where she failed. He was there because he was selfish. You were there whenever he called. In fact, you waited for his calls. You never told him no. You let him do what he wanted and Eddie liked you for that but he didn't love you. He never would love you because you weren't her.

When viewed through a further lens, people would blame you. Women were usually blamed in situations like this. But you wouldn't blame them. What kind of friend were you?

The first time it was a mistake, you got swept up in the moment. At least that's what you like to tell yourself. But what about the other times?

You should have stopped it before it even began. You should've ignored all the flirty oneliners. You should have shut him down. But you didn't. Who could ever resist the Munson charm?

Eddie knew what he was doing. He knew you were easy. Everyone in high school did, and he used it to his advantage. He knew exactly what to say and when to say it.

What would you tell Chrissy? Sweet Chrissy. Chrissy, who wouldn't hurt a fly, Chrissy, who gave you a home when your parents kicked you out for failing another test. She was your friend since you were in diapers. She would never do this to you. So why did you do this to her?

Eddie didn't like seeing your face. He always fucked you from behind. Maybe he was guilty too. He pushed your face further into the pillow as he reached his high. He was feeling generous and let you finish this time.

Most of the time, he zipped up and left as soon as he was done. He wasn't this way with Chrissy. With her, he was sweet. He would hold her hand as they walked to class. He held her books for her. He laughed with her. He smiled for her. He talked to her. He loved her.

Perhaps he was with you for that. So he could be selfish. He got high off the feeling of you telling him that you loved him and him not having to say it back. He wouldn't fuck Chrissy like this. He would do it gently. He would make sure she came before he did, but with you, he didn't care. He never had to. He only had to worry about himself.

All your interactions were purely for his benefit because he wanted something. because he selfishly needed something more. because he had to let go of his pent-up frustrations.

He might come to you in the night, but you would never be what Chrissy is to him. He would never hold you like he held her. He would never kiss you like he kissed her.

"You're not spending the night?" You asked, quickly getting up, not bothering to cover yourself up with the covers.

He would never stay, and you knew that, but he usually spent the night and left in the morning before you woke up. Even this little thing gave you some sick feeling of domesticity. It was like he was yours, even if it was just for a few hours.

He shook his head, not even sparing her a second glance as he left your bedroom, leaving you in a dishevelled state with his cum leaking onto your thighs, your cheeks soaked in tears, your mascara running down your face. You know, he liked seeing you like this. Completely ruined by him

As he left, more tears streamed down.

you lay your head down on your pillow, This was the last time. You say this to yourself every time. This was the last time you would betray Chrissy. This was the last time you would hurt yourself.

But Eddie knew how to keep you around. How to get you to not quit your little late-night rendezvous As you turned, you saw a vinyl on your nightstand. You quickly picked it up and looked at it.

Eddie must have left it there for you. As you inspected it you realized it was pretty rare, so he must care for you. in his own way that is.

Your lips twitched into a small smile. You buried her nose in your pillow. The smell of him would linger on your sheets until the next time he returned. until the next time, he needed you.

You entered that delusional mindset again. You liked to feed yourself white lies to keep yourself from the bitter truth that you were the other woman, and you were a secret, and you were just a body to fuck. You would never have his love to keep and you would spend your life alone.

[dragonfryed]

I Eat Boys: #2

part 1

summary: Much to your dismay, you find yourself at a house party, encountering the curly haired boy from the record store...

note: thx for liking the first one, sorry it was so disorganized, this one's far better !!! reblogs r appreciated + enjoy ofc <3 !!!

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You had not thought about that curly haired boy from the record store since it happened, which was only a day ago, but you hadn't thought about it nonetheless. Except when you find yourself remembering how cool his shirt was or thinking about what his hands looked like grabbing the cassette. But you didn't think about it. Just occasionally got pissed off by the fact that he had one of those faces that would just never leave your head.

Robin Buckley and you had been attached at the hip since you met in art class last year. Robin had told you at lunch about a party she was going to, asking if you wanted to go, saying "C'mon, you never go anywhere. Let go of your societal hatred for once and let loose a little!" to which you had replied, "Really? It's just a bunch of shithead jocks drinking beer to the tune of shitty music" Robin gave you a look. One that you recognized, "...You want to go so you can talk to Vickie don't you?" She shrugged at you and once again gave you a look, "Just remember that you love me" She said, grabbing your shoulders, and then rushing to the lunch line.

While Robin was off getting her daily dose of shitty cafeteria food and chocolate milk, you were reading. And peacefully so until she returned, slamming her lunch tray down on the table unnecessarily hard. "So, will you go with me?" She said, looking at you sort of eagerly. You sigh and reply reluctantly, "Ugh, ok fine. But next time you're on your own. I refuse to be a pawn in your game, Buckley" She nods happily, taking a gulp of chocolate milk.

Soon the time had come for you to entertain robins lady crush, and you still didn't want to go. However, you figured that helping robin was more important than your distaste for socialization. Your black tube top and too baggy cargos seemed to do the job as for clothes, the metal of the dragonfly pendant you were wearing was cool against your skin as you pulled your shoes on. Soon enough, robin honked her car horn and you hopped up off the couch and walked out the door.

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As you got to the house, the shitty pop music spilled out into the streets and nearly half the school grouped inside like sardines. Robin pulled you through the crowd, and into the kitchen, where Vickie was standing and talking to some band kids. She promptly bid you adieu to go talk to Vickie, leaving you to fend for yourself. You moved to the other end of the kitchen, drinking a coke and searching around for anyone you could possibly know, trying not to breathe in the cigarette smoke. Clearly someone with status had just entered, considering the entire group at the front had parted down the middle. And, oh, there's that blonde dickhead again.

You decided you would move to the backyard so as to not get into anything, no matter how appealing making him cry sounded. But before you could make it through the hallway, one of Carvers goons cornered you into a wall. You rolled your eyes as you scowled at the basketball player. You didn't know his name, and you didn't care. You just wanted him out of your face. The stench of entitlement coming off of him like cologne.

"If it isn't the notorious man-eater. You really shouldn't be here, freak, " He said, inching towards you. "Oh, trust me. There are so many places I would rather be, " you said, patting him on the shoulder and continuing on your route. He quickly stopped you, cornering you again, his arms on either side of you. You pushed him off of you quickly, his back hitting the wall as you walked off.

You pushed your way through the tightly packed room, but not before you walked into someone. Hard. You looked up at the guy you had just hit, a scowl painting your face. Not recognizing him, you say sternly, "Look, if this is another drunk idiots attempt to have me, I would sooner kill myself than ever sleep with you" The guy looked at you for a moment, a confused expression seemed to be appearing on it. "Not very keen, are we?" he said, his hands in his pockets as he looked at you. You squeezed your temple, a headache growing from your previous collision. You felt light-headed. "Hey, are you ok?" he said, putting a hand on your arm. "Yeah-Yeah, I'm ok." You said, pulling your arm away from his. "You sure?" he said "I think you need some fresh air, you look sick or something, c'mon" He grabbed your arm again you tried to wriggle your way out of it but you were too dizzy to have any strength.

He walked you out to the front yard and up the hill to a pair of swings. "I don't need your help. I'm ok." You said, almost falling off the swing you sat on. "yeeah I- woah.." He said, catching you and sitting you back up straight. There was a beat of silence before either of you spoke.

"Why are you doing this?" You say, looking over at him, a look of annoyance on your face. "I was not about to let you fall over in a room full of assholes who don't care if you live or die. They might've stepped on you if I hadn't brought you out. " He gives you a sarcastic smile, or - at least what you thought was a sarcastic smile. All that secondhand smoke was really getting to you, you thought.

"I doubt you care if I live or die," you say, squeezing your temple from the headache again. "Sure, I do," He said, another what you think is a sarcastic smile painting his face as he holds the swing steady from behind. "I still don't want your help," you say, turning your head to look at him. He catches you from falling again before saying, "Well, you're getting it." You sigh in annoyance, looking at him again. You noticed something familiar in his face. You think for a moment. His hair. He's record store boy. "You're the guy from the record store." You say, rubbing your head thinking it may help the ache go away. "I'm still jealous of your shirt, by the way," you added, still looking at him. His eyes had kind of a sparkle to them all of a sudden, you noticed as he looked back at you. "Is that so?" he said, helping you up. You take a deep breath, silence washing over the both of you before he says, "Eddie. That-Thats my name, by the way."

You perk up a little, and give him a small smile before telling him yours. His eyes light up at hearing your name, replaying it in his head a couple of times. "I will say, i'm kind of impressed that you scared Carver away so easily," he says, holding you steady still. "Well, he's gullible. And he thinks my outright feminism means I kill people, so that helps." You reply. He laughed at your reply. Eddie looked nice, you thought. Too nice. The secondhand smoke was really getting to you, you think to yourself, again. Usually, you looked at guys like him and would rather die than kiss them. But right now, you found yourself contradicting that opinion. Your eyes flicked to his lips for a split second, and his eyes went sort of big, noticing the action.

"Hey, do you have a ride home? You should probably go get some rest, " He said, looking stressed or maybe nervous, you couldn't tell. You think for a moment, gathering your thoughts, "My friend Robin is here somewhere." You say, remembering she was here and talking Vickies ear off probably. "I can just walk home and call her later," you add, pulling yourself up, but soon the dizziness came rushing back. He looks at you, running a hand through his wild hair, and looking at you like you just said the dumbest shit ever. "What?" You say, your brows furrowing. "You are not walking home." You raise an eyebrow this time, "yes I am." The look stays on his face, "no you aren't. not at night. c'mon" he says to you, helping you up from the swing and softly taking an arm to walk you to his car, "I have free will, you know," you say as you walk with your arm in his hand, "nothings stopping me from running away right now" He raises both eyebrows, "that's true. but it doesn't really seem like you want to run, so," he says, giving you another possibly sarcastic smile. "I hate that you're right" You reply, scoffing.

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The drive was silent, with the exception of sabbath playing faintly in the background. As he was turning onto your street, you looked over at him, propping your head up with your hand, "I did not need your help, but I guess I appreciate you helping me." You say, leaning over to give him a pat on the shoulder. You go to pat his shoulder, and pause, a beat of silence washing over. Your eyes flicked back and forth from his lips, but quickly you blink and seemingly snap back into reality.

You get out of his car, and stand outside the door for a moment before leaving, "have a good night" He says, swallowing hard. You gave him an awkward smile, stupidly mad he didn't catch the hint and kiss you as you walked to your front door.

He was most definitely going to ruin your life. In a good way. You had a feeling.

[enam3l]

the godparents (rockstar eddie x reader)

a follow up to baby fever!

4.4k words / PG friendly / fluff / angst /

CW: pregnancy/fertility and it's downsides, if pregnancy is a sensitive topic for you, i'd skip this one!

you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola

Eddie doesn't have a clue what you're saying. Your mouth is moving but all he hears is blood rushing past his ear canal. That's basically the only thing he's been able to hear for the past two months. Only vaguely observing his surroundings as he stays stuck in his own head, raging with thoughts and questions. Stuck this way ever since his best friend, Steve Harrington and his partner Marissa had their firstborn. The moment he held Rob Harrington, he was screwed. As Steve had put it 'Eddie Munson has baby fever.' 

Actually, Eddie had caught the fever the moment he first saw you interact with a child. A desire to have children awoken but only with you. He'd managed to sit on this secret for a few years now but ever since the gang's latest addition, the fever has raged. Ultimately, he knows now he has to confess to you about what plagues him. Really, Eddie knows he should've mentioned it somewhere between realising he wanted kids and asking you to marry him. But, in his defence, you've never mentioned them and it wasn't worth the risk of losing you. 

Each day the secret burns harsher. Now, Eddie sits, on the edge of the bed in his Hawkin's home with a gormless look on his face as he watches you. You're flittering around the bedroom in a pretty, expensive dress, worrying about today. Today was Rob Harrington's Christening. Today Eddie became a godfather and you became a godmother. Subtract one word and his dreams would be coming true. 

It's a tug round his neck that brings him back down to earth. You're stood between his legs, tying his tie carefully. Only you know how to do it right, nice and loose, stopping him from feeling like he's choking or looking like a real adult. You tuck the curtain of hair he's trying to hide under, behind his ears. 

'You okay, baby? You've been real quiet,' you hum with concern. 

He blinks, totally dazed by you. The way your pretty face looks at him all wide eyed and full of love. Oh god, he hopes your kids look like you. He wants to be endlessly tormented by an army of your mini clones. 

'Yeah, yeah, sweet, I'm good, I'm...' good lord, Munson, think of an excuse, 'just nervous about today.' 

You sit on his lap and kiss the round tip of his nose. He could stay sat like this, being loved on by you forever. 

'Oh god, did you have the dream where the priest dropped Rob in the water again because I promise that won't hap-' 

Eddie cuts you off with a shake of his curls, although, that dream had been bothering him. 

'S'just a big day, isn't it,' he shrugs. 

You nod in agreement, thumbs soothing over his freckled cheeks. 

'Mhmm, we're gonna be godparents. That's like being appointed to be an aunt and uncle by God... or something?'

Eddie chuckles and softly kisses your lips. Neither of you were exactly religious. Honestly, neither were Steve and Marissa but it just felt like one of those things you're supposed to do. After everything the boys had seen and been through, putting a good word in with the Big Man (or whatever exists) felt like a good precaution. 

After speckling his face in a few more gentle kisses, you hopped off Eddie's back and returned to fretting. The Christening present, you had now wrapped and unwrapped several times, was back in your hands. 

'Do you think it's okay? I mean will he like it? I know he's too young for it at the moment but when he is old enough?'

You'd chosen the present. With some plotting, Eddie had managed to swipe the signet ring Steve always wore with his initials inscribed. Then, you had it replicated with Rob's initials instead.  

'Yes! Sweetheart, it's perfect. More than perfect. It'll make Harrington cry like a baby!' 

The thought made you giggle. Steve had been a hormonal wreck ever since Marissa had gotten pregnant. It reached the point where his mood swings outdid the ones of his actually pregnant partner. Eddie knew his reassuring had worked once he saw your body relax. Now, you returned to ensuring not a hair was out of place. Your hair was pulled away from your perfect face that looked fresh with effortless make up. The straps of your dress tied in bows over your shoulders, revealing the expanse of the delicate skin that covered your collar bones. The only downside had been the ban imposed against Eddie marking you up. But, now he saw you stood there before him, it was clear his sacrifice was worth it. The structured silk bodice fitting you perfectly then flowing down just near your knees. It wasn't often he saw you in things so glamorous but soft; it made his heart fizz thinking this was almost a taste of how you'd look on the wedding day that was just a month away. 

The church was crammed with Steve and Marissa's loved ones who'd travelled from all over the country to celebrate baby Robert. Attending events like these made Eddie nervous ever since he was outcast kid however now he sticks out more so. He saw the way attendees eyes gazed at the boy of the hour, cradled in his parents arms. Then their eyes would flicker to Eddie - who stood beside them at the altar - and do that classic squint. The do-I-know-him-from-somewhere-oh-wait-is-that-the-one-from-that-noisy-band squint. It was something he never found flattering, always embarrassing. It was one of the first things he'd thought about when Steve had asked him to be godfather; the gawping and whispers taking away from the special day. But Steve and Marissa would have no such thing, aside from Robin and Marissa's oldest brother, there was no one more perfect for godparents. 

So Eddie stood at the altar as that became official. Forever grateful you were by his side and understanding his nerves without ever mentioning it. Soft hand gripping his, thumb rubbing calming circles onto his skin. The whole process of baptism was still a little baffling for him. For one, he was unsure why Rob had been forced into what looked like the wedding dress of a small Victorian ghost. Also, he'd kind of lost track of what was going on once he stepped inside the church - just thankful he hadn't gone up in flames. But luckily, he had you. Now, Eddie felt a small tug on his hand as you guided him to where the priest, Rob, Steve, Marissa, her brother and Robin all stood around a little bath of water. 

'Are they going to do the spell now?' Eddie whispered in your ear as the priest set up. 

His question had clearly been overheard by Robin who stifled a snort whilst you batted him for misbehaving. 

'It's not a spell, I explained this to you! You're such a heathen, Munson,' you mouthed back. Quite enough to not disturb the ceremony before you but loud enough that Eddie could hear the tone in your voice that said you better behave, Mister. 

Yet, despite his original confusion and gentle mockery, Eddie found himself getting transfixed by the ritual. The soothing recital of prayers by the priest as he dipped a thumb into some ointment and proceeded to mark a cross on Rob's head. Eddie smiled to himself watching as Rob looked around, wide amber eyes just like his dad's, a little confused but pleased to be surrounded by his favourite people.

Then, at the big moment when Rob's waft of hair was wetted, Eddie felt himself quietly gasp in awe with the rest of the room. Knowing the small action symbolised something big. When a small sob began to croak from Rob over the water, Eddie felt himself jerk forward - a built in reaction to protect his godson. Clearly, you felt his movements too as you tugged him back. Soothing Eddie with soft strokes to his arms, mirroring Marissa's to her own son. He felt himself calm as he watched you mouth along to the prayer. A smile on your face and a twinkle in your eye watching your now official godson be swaddled by his parents. Eddie followed your gaze, longingly wishing the pair of you were in Steve and Marissa's position with your own baby. He should've known today would've been more of a struggle than he previously thought. 

Finally, the priest announced Robert Harrington as an official mini member of the Church, protected by you and Eddie. The crowd clapping and sniffling at the momentous event. Quickly, the pair of you were shuffled closer with Rob, Steve, Marissa and your fellow godparents, for an array of photographs whilst in the church. A sense of pride filled Eddie as he looked at the beaming grin of his best friend, knowing he'd been part of this moment. 

As Rob's gummy little smile was directed at Eddie, he couldn't deny that he was proud of himself as well. Proud that despite everything, his own shambolic upbringing and opportunities to go off the rails, he had ended up being someone people would trust to care for their child. And Eddie couldn't deny that he was good at it and actually wanted to do it. Looking after Rob, hell, even the kids when they were still his little sheepies, gave him a sense of accomplishment unmatched by even being on stage. He couldn't hide it anymore, Eddie Munson knew he would be an amazing Dad and the secret could no longer be contained. 

'Let's get one of him with his favourite aunt and uncle!' Steve had cheered, earning an outraged cry from Robin.

A little wriggly Rob Harrington was placed in your arms as the photographer positioned you both. Your fiancé stood behind you, head resting against yours as little fat grabby hands reached up to the pair of you. 

'It's a big day for you, mister, huh? Are you excited to get spoilt rotten?' You cooed, slipping a finger into Rob's grasp. 

The other fist remained unsatisfied, still reaching out, desperate to grab a ringlet of Eddie's hair. A fascination he'd had since birth. 

'You wanna play with your uncle's hair again? We've got to take our pictures first, cutie. I know, I know, I love playing with his hair too,' you giggled.  

You looked back, searching for a response from Eddie. Expecting him to be pulling a ridiculous face at his godson but you were met by a blank, dazed look. Inside, Eddie was screaming. Watching you baby Rob so effortlessly. That sweet little voice that was reserved only for him. The way Rob looked so lovingly from you to him, to you again. Eddie wanted, no needed, his own little baby to gaze at you two like that. It had to happen, it was too perfect. Fate was tempting him, giving him a taster of what he could have. Torturing him by having you stood there before him, looking so heavenly in that damn dress, loving that little boy so much. A picture perfect new family but it wasn't Eddie's own... not yet. 

'Eds, baby, is everything alr-' 

The words fall out as fast as his heart beats. He can't stop himself. 

'I want us to have a baby!' Eddie blurts out. Your face drops but not a second passes before the photographer calls out

'Aaaand cheese!' 

The bright flash stuns you both but it doesn't erase the way your face dropped. It definitely dropped. It's etch-a-sketched into Eddie's brain for all eternity now. He's not only just ruined a perfectly nice photograph, he's probably just ruined his relationship with his soulmate. 

'So cute guys!' Marissa squeals as she approaches. Carefully lifting Rob out of your frozen arms. 

'So we're gonna start heading over to the house now to have the part-' Marissa's instructions are interrupted by you. 

'Uh, I've got to go. I'll be right back.' Suddenly you've reanimated and are fleeing down the aisles, dodging beloved great aunts and cousins and flying out the Church's exit. Eddie's heart sinks to the pits of his stomach. 

'Ok...' Marissa stares wide eyed, 'so I have never seen her move that fast before...' 

Now Steve appears beside a baffled Marissa and forlorn Eddie. 

'What the hell was that about? Did someone tell her about the weird shrimp thing that Marissa's mom made us put in the buffet?' He scoffs. Marissa shins him. 

'Don't say hell! You've just baptised your son! We're in a church, Steven!' 

As he rubs at his now aching shin, Steve sees a lost look on his best friend's face he's rarely seen since '86. 

'Eddie, man... what's going on?'

The frozen look on Eddie's face suddenly cracks and he crumbles before the couple. 

'I think I fucked up real bad,' he sobs. 

Marissa finds you back at the Harrington household, curled up in her en-suite. When you fled the church, you took Eddie's car and made your way to the house where the after party would be. You'd hoped maybe you could compose yourself by the time everyone had arrived - you were wrong. Sobs had racked through you non stop for the last half hour. The look you had worked so hard on this morning, now totally disheveled. The fabric of your dress littered with tear drops, stray hairs floating from burying your face in a towel. 

'Babe, it's Marissa,' she announces softly with a knock, 'can I come in?'

She takes the croak that comes out of you as a yes. 

Instantly, she's on her knees and wrapping her arms around you. Hands gently stroking your hair as you sniff against her shoulder. 

'What happened, Y/N? Are you okay?'

You cough, trying to clear your throat. 

'D-did he not tell you?' 

You felt awful leaving Eddie there, clueless. Sweet face dropped with eyes all wide and wet. But you couldn't process his words then and there, he'd blindsided you. 

Marissa sighs, 'yeah, he did but I wanna know how you're doing. What's going on in that head of yours?' 

Haphazardly, you shuffle away from Marissa's shoulder so the pair of you sit facing each other cross legged. Holding hands on the cool bathroom floor like you were back at a college house party. But you're not drunken college girls anymore, your friend is a mom and you're engaged. 

'We were just taking the picture and he said - he just said, out of no where, he wants one... wants a baby,' you gasp on another sob trying to erupt. 

Marissa nods waiting for you to continue. 

'I didn't expect it. He's never - we've never...' 

She squeezes your hand to stop you from falling into a fit of tears again. 

'Would it be so bad... having a baby? You're soulmates, you're getting married next month. You'd be great parents.'

Although she means well, Marissa's words make you break again because she's right - Eddie would be an amazing parent. Any kid would be lucky to have him as a dad and he deserves to have everything he wants. 

'No, no, it's just... god, I'm sorry, Marissa. I should speak to Eds first, god. Is he okay?' Your heart aches thinking of causing him distress, you know he'll be sick with worry. 

'He's just...' Marissa sighs, 'he just wants to make sure you're okay. What do you wanna do, girl?' 

You press your palms to your eyes. Inhale, exhale, repeat. Desperately trying to calm yourself. 

'I'm ruining your guys day. It's a happy day. I'm making it sad... I'm failing godmother duties already,' you chuckle mournfully, 'let's go and have a good time for Rob. Mine and Eddie's drama can wait.'

Marissa takes your face in her hands, swiping at your tear stains. 

'Are you sure, Y/N? We'd understand if you just want to go home?' 

'I'm sure.' 

The two of you pinky promise on the bathroom floor, maybe you were still slightly those college girls at heart. Marissa pulls you up onto your feet. 

'Okay, trouble,' she smiles, 'but before anything, let's fix your make up. Steve's aunt is such a nosy cow, if she sees those tear stains, she'll be prying all night.' 

When you come out of hiding and enter the bustling party, your eyes immediately scan for those big brown eyes. You find them gazing lovingly at baby Rob who Eddie is holding hostage outside on the decking. He looks so perfect like this, a baby in his arms. It's not making things easy for you. 

'Hi, Eds,' you announce yourself softly. 

He startles, eyes wide and cheeks flustered. 

'S-sweetheart, you're back? Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have -' 

You wave your hands in protest, trying to stop him before he gets lost rambling. 

'I'm fine, I'm fine. I just...' sighing, you take a seat next to him, nerves stopping you from just falling into his arms like you want to. 'Let's just have a nice time for Steve and Marissa and little Rob here... we'll talk about it later, yeah?' 

Eddie licks his lip nervously, a hesitant hand attempting to reach out to squeeze your knee. You take his hand in yours, his natural warmth taking over you. Really, you just want to curl up into him already. 

'Urm, yeah. Alright sweetheart, whatever you want...' 

Eddie's heart sinks throughout the day as he watches you put on a brave face. He knows when you're keeping your feelings locked up. It's impossible for him to ignore that not once does your smile reach your eyes. It eats him up inside that he's the reason you've shut down in a way he's never seen you do before. Repeatedly you find an excuse to slide your hand out of his, making up a reason to busy yourself. When the dance floor is filled, Eddie can't find you anywhere, not even for your favourite song. Even when it comes to the extravagant white frosted cake Marissa's mom made, it doesn't taste as sweet without you kissing off the frosting Eddie manages to smear over himself.

A part of him really thought his worst fears were just that life long self doubt toying with him. He didn't wholly believe the question of children would have you react like this. He's truly terrified he's done something he cannot take back. 

Eddie picks at the leather of the steering wheel throughout the silent car ride. From his peripheral vision, he sees how your gaze never leaves the window. By the time he pulls into the driveway of your home, the silence is gnawing away at him. The worst case scenarios crippling him. 

'Do you still want to marry me?' Eddie croaks. 

The question cracks all your resolve and the waterworks start again. 

'Eddie...' you gasp, 'of course! Nothing could stop me wanting you. I just don't know if I-' 

No longer can he hold it all in, Eddie just needs you to know what he was thinking. Needs you to know it's you before anything. 

'Sweetheart, I'm so sorry I just dropped it on you like that. I didn't mean to, it's just... I've been holding onto it for so long. Over the last two years, I never thought it but I want to be a dad but only with you! And we'd never discussed it so I never said anything. Then they had Rob and just seeing you with him. I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry it was just too much. But it's only with you. Only if you want it too. I don't need to be a dad...'

Hearing Eddie scramble over his words always tells you when he's distressed. You'd been clueless this whole time that he felt this way and you feel awful for never noticing.

'I don't think I can, Eddie,' you all but whisper.  

His face doesn't disguise how his heart clearly drops. She doesn't want kids. The clear disappointment on his face stings so much, you force yourself to look straight ahead through the window-screen. Straight at the home you have together, a home that would sound alive with the footsteps of little Munsons.

'I understand, I guess I should've asked sooner...' Eddie's sounds deflated. The enthusiasm that usually runs through his words, now completely drained away. 

'No, you don't understand,' you blurt, 'I don't think I can have kids.'

If it wasn't for the blood rushing past his ears, Eddie would've thought your words just stopped time. Words fail him and he's barely able to muster a croak. 

'Did you never notice how we've been together for five years and we've never even had a scare? Baby, we're not exactly safe... but you'd never mentioned kids so I just. I just pushed it away...' you mumble the last sentence, 'I told myself if you didn't want kids then there was no point stressing myself thinking about it.' 

You look at the man you love and you feel sick. Heartbreak evident in his tear filled eyes and fallen face. Heartbreak that's your fault. 

'Eddie, I'm so sorry. I should've said something. It's my -' 

Eddie stops you before you take the blame. Shaking his head profusely before jumping out the parked car and running round to your side. He opens your door, frees you from the seat and wraps you in his arms. The pair of you sniffling into each other's warmth. 

'Don't you dare apologise, sweetheart. Come on, please, let's go inside.'

 You find yourselves stripped out of the day's formal clothes, seeking comfort in well worn items. Curled up, facing each other on the bed. 

Eddie is the first to disturb the quiet. 

'So, you had thought about having kids?'

You nod softly. 

'Eddie Munson, I'd be stupid not to want to have your babies,' a sad laugh leaving you, 'I've seen how you are with people younger than you. Heard how you looked after Dustin and the gang. Seen how you are with little fans. Then when Rob came along... Eddie, how could I not? You'd be the most amazing dad. But you never mentioned it and with your own family... I just assumed it was an unspoken deal.' 

Regardless of the sad circumstances, Eddie can't help but smile. 

'You really wanted kids with me this whole time?' 

You nod, taking his hand and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. 

'And you wanted kids with me?' You return the question. 

Eddie mimics your actions on your knuckles this time. 

'Only with you,' he confesses, 'you're the only person in the world I could comprehend having a family with.' 

The two of you smile weakly at each other. The beauty of your confessions so overshadowed by the sadness. 

'I'd understand...' you begin, heart twinging at what you're about to say, 'if not being able to have kids was a deal breaker. You deserve to have everything you want, Eds.' 

Immediately his brow furrows as if you were speaking gibberish. 

'No!' He practically spits the words out, 'no, no, no! Never. No.'

Eddie pulls you into his arms, clutching your head into the crook of his neck. 

'There is no future without you, sweetheart, you understand? I thought I just had the music and that was a sweet deal until you. Then I found myself for the first time picturing a real future for myself. A future kids like me never thought we got. It's always you before anything, do you understand?'

You nod into his neck. Inhaling the smell of home, something you'd never known until you met Eddie. He presses a firm kiss to the side of your head. 

'We're gonna spend the rest of our lives together, regardless. Promise?'

'Promise,' you whisper into his skin, punctuating it with a kiss. 

For a while you just hold each other, clinging to your whole world. Then, Eddie clears his throat. 

'Do you know, like officially? Has a doctor said something or... are you sure you can't have kids? I mean, it could be me.'

You retract from your hiding place, to shuffle back and look at him. A hopeful glimmer sparkles deep in those brown eyes. 

'Well, no...' you confess, 'I was always too scared and because we never spoke about it, I decided ignorance was bliss.' 

Eddie hums in thought, nervously toying with the frayed hem of the t-shirt (of his) that you're wearing. 

'We can check, y'know... if you wanted to? If you really wanna do this.'  

His shyness makes you want to weep. Now it's clear as day how much he's been wanting this the entire time but never wanted to upset you. 

'Okay,' you murmur, 'we can check. I want to, I want us to have a family, Eds.' 

Finally, he looks up at you and a smile breaks across his face. 

'Really?' He marvels. 

'Really.' 

With your hand you signal just how much you mean it - cross my heart and hope to die. Eddie crushes a deep kiss to your lips, one that relaxes every muscle in your body. It's the first kiss since this morning. Never have you gone so long without kissing each other whilst being in each others company. It hurt to deprive yourself of it. Once you pull apart, you brave the question you dreaded. 

'What if the tests or whatever say we can't have kids?'

Eddie shrugs like it's the most casual thing in the world before brushing a strand of hair out of your face. 

'I think whatever happens, you're so caring, so full of love... I think we'll find a way to create our own family regardless.'

His words make you sniffle tears for the umpteenth time today. 

'The Munsons. Our own little family of misfits?' You smile. 

The Munsons. Those words alone leaving your lips instantly heal Eddie's heart in all the ways he's felt it shattered today. 

'God,' he groans, 'I can't wait for you to be a Munson, honey.'

His over dramatics make you giggle, your first real laugh all day. 

'Just one month left and it's official. Mrs Munson,' you kiss the tip of his nose. 

Your sweet affections are overshadowed by Eddie practically howling like a wolf. 

'Mrs Munson, Mrs Munson, Mrs Munson. You're killing me here, sweetheart!'

The following giggles are quickly swallowed up by your husband-to-be as he pulls you into a desperate, wet kiss. Your limbs tangle as you lose yourselves in it. Gasping for breath in between repeating Mrs Munson. Mr Munson. Over and over until you pull apart to catch yourselves. 

Looking at the man you love, all smitten and loved on, you agree with his earlier thought. 

'You're right though, Eddie. We'll do it, no matter how. We'll make the family neither of us ever got to have.' 

Just over a year later, you're both proven correct when a little stick shows a pink plus. One Sloane Munson was on her way. 

So guys... I guess a wedding is on the horizon?

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[forourpoets]

I am just thinking about Eddie during winter like when the night gets too cold and under that warm blanket and being sooo close to him that you can hear his heartbeat and his hair is all messy and his face is all warm and it's just soo peaceful and warm and for once in life you just feel happy content.

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HEAR ME OUT.

i used to write on wattpad for finn wolfhard- n i remembered a plot for a story- that i am going to redo, for Jo Jo or Ed’s- dunno who yet- BUT ITS GOOD YK

a little more context, reader is the daughter of a really important mafia leader, Joseph (who i feel like fits the role more) is also the son of a really important mafia leader who’s the readers fathers nemesis, reader is sent to kill joseph, because that’s what will determine if her father’s empire is left to her. that’s all ima say.

[r-anela]

Back Scratches

-Headcanon-

Eddie Munson loves it when you scratch his back 

He loves your long fingernails running over his back 

He has a favorite spot, when you scratch it he starts purring like a cat and wiggling his whole body like a satisfied dog. 

Sometimes he just comes up to you, turns around and you already know what is required. Back scratching 

He loves it when you lie next to him before sleeping, tell him about your day and absently run your fingernails up and down his back. 

He also loves it when you draw patterns on his back in the morning when you wake up before him.  

Sometimes you have to scratch his back quite aggressively until he is pleased. Only when his whole back is burning red, you are allowed to stop.

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

I’m not pretty sure how I will get depressive reader into smutty or dark but imagine Eddie praising depressive reader when they clean her apartment

She is slow, walking in circles but Eddie praises her regardless. He’s already done with the bathroom and kitchen but he’s praising her when she picks up another cup that isn’t supposed to be in her bedroom.

They eventually get the whole apartment clean by night and Eddie reward his girlfriend by a bubble bath

This is cute! Thank you for this wonderful ask, anon! 🌸💕

Content Warning: hurt with comfort, Eddie fluff, depressed!reader

The early spring sun already hung low in the sky as you let your eyes roam around your utterly messy bedroom.

Although you and your boyfriend came rather far with decluttering your depression-ridden flat, the sight in front of you wasn't exactly raising the spirits. Your entire nightstand was cramped with more or less empty coffee mugs, chocolate wrappers scattered in between. The bed messy from sleepless tossing and turning.

"Well, here we go.." You sighed under your breath, trying your best to remind yourself that this room posed the last lap to finish this race against yourself, against your last depressive episode that, without a doubt, hit hard.

With slow steps, you walked towards the edge of your bed. The crumpled sheets in front of your body emitting an unwelcoming, almost distressing atmosphere. While you were eyeing your twisted duvets, you remembered just how damn painful it was to simply get out of bed today. With each morning passing it gradually grew into more of a struggle over the past weeks and if it hadn't been for Ed's you were certain that you wouldn't have left it at all today.

With a stern knock on your door he not exactly forced you but lovingly pushed you to eventually get up. To wipe your tangled, admittedly greasy hair out of your sleep deprived, bloodshot eyes and stand up on your feet.

The feeling of the frizzy, grey carpet floor underneath your toes was almost overstimulating to your sore senses. Yet the two of you worked up to a squeaky clean bathroom and a tidy kitchen. Well, to be fair most of that had been Eddie, who rushed relentlessly between dirty dishes and the bin.

The two of you had been together for a while now and it certainly wasn't the first episode of yours he witnessed. Nonetheless, you felt guilty for having him help with your problems again. To you it felt like this shouldn't be his burden to carry, quite literally not his mess to clean up.

And yet you couldn't stand a chance to simply let him help.

Inhaling another deep breath, you grabbed the duvet, pulled the corners towards you and folded it , pressing the edge down nice and neatly. Next up the the pillows. Those two sad piles were in desperate need of a good shake.

After a faint rush of excitement over having your bed made for the first time in a good while, that gnarly voice from the far back of your head doubled down on you. Nagging you how none of that meant anything because it would be just another mess to sort out tomorrow again.

You felt it weighing you down physically and you couldn't help yourself but to sink down, losing your composure as you faced the still chaotic nightstand of yours. So many cups that would require more than one trip to the sink that Ed's had cleaned so eagerly hours ago.

"No, No, NO!" You tried to push the voice back to where it came from, reaching out to grab the first cup.

Your fingers enclosed it tightly and you quickly pulled it close to you as if it was about the slip from your grip if you didn't pay attention enough.

"I'm really proud of you, pumpkin."

Your eyes darted to your open bedroom door. You didn't even notice Eddie approaching you and even less him apparently watching you for a moment.

"Huh?" That's all that left your lips as you looked right at him, rather dumbfounded.

"I'm serious. You doing so good right now." He reciprocated.

'Good' wasn't exactly the word you would've described it with but you still felt a certain flush of warmth flood your chest.

"T-thank you." It rolled off your tongue as your other hand cupped the next cup.

"You know what? How about I pour you a nice, warm bath after we're done here? Do you feel like having one?" A wide grin adored Eddie's lips as he pitched the idea to you.

"Uh uhm...", Your tired thoughts tried to catch up with holding two cups and processing the idea of taking a bath later, "That..yeah, that would be really nice."

"Perfect!", He exclaimed, nodding towards the cups in your hands, "While you get those into the sink, I'll take care of the rest."

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I write for: Eddie x reader (all genders, races, abilities are welcomed) Steve x reader (all genders, races, abilities are welcomed), Steddie, Hellcheer, Ronance, Other suggestions!

I will write: Platonic Relationships, Smut, Fluff and Angst. Fics based on songs/shows, your head cannons if they’re detailed enough!

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