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#eddie munson x reader blurb
luveline · 2 years
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Hiii I literally love you and your writing especially your Eddie writing!!! Anywaysss, could I request a shy!reader where they and Eddie are dating but they kinda kept it on the down low but reader was having a bad day and was being all clingy and like everyone found out and the hellfire club was just like 😮
hi i love u ty for ur request! hope this okay ♥️ shy!fem!reader | 1k words
You know you shouldn’t go to his club. It’s not fair of you. Hellfire is one of his sacred nerd rituals. As soon as he sees you like this he’ll put it on pause, and you also know – one of the only things you do know about Dungeons and Dragons — that stopping in the middle of a game interrupts the flow.
Still. You’re feeling a little selfish and a lot strung out. Today has sucked and all you’ve done is wish he was there to make you feel better, so you walk down the hallway to the club room and stand at the door, trying to summon the courage to open it.
On the other side, Mike Wheeler catches a flash of your clothes through the small glass panel and frowns. He jabs Dustin Henderson hard in the side, earning a, “What the fuck, dude?” that Mike quickly shushes.
“There’s a girl outside,” he says.
Girls are… uncommon, at Hellfire.
Dustin leans forward to look around Mike’s torso and forgets to whisper. “Is she crying?”
Eddie looks up, annoyed at being interrupted by the newbies and about to delve into a speech on respecting your dungeon master when his gaze slides past them. He spots your torso, your hands pulled up to your chest, and he knows it’s you. From the curve of your arm alone.
He’s half standing when you knock.
The rest of the group gawp as he stands. Usually, Eddie would either ignore whoever it is or have someone else answer, and his sudden willingness is downright shocking.
He cracks the door open. He’s barely had time to take in your tear stained cheeks when you’re whispering apologies. “I’m really sorry,” you say quickly, pulling the sleeves of your soft cardigan down over your hands. “I needed to see you.”
“What happened?” he asks, trying for hushed like you but missing the mark.
Mike and Dustin make incredulous faces at each other, eyes squinted in confusion.
“Who the fuck is that?” Mike asks.
Lucas Sinclair grins from across the table. “Who do you think?”
“You know her?” Dustin questions. He sounds pissed to have been kept out of the loop.
“Nope,” Lucas says, elbows sliding over the crinkling paper of his character sheet as he pulls in his chair. “I’ve never seen her before in my life. But that’s definitely his girlfriend.”
A handful of laughs from around the table. “Yeah, right,” Gareth says.
Lucas leans in even closer, practically conspiratorial as he points to Eddie’s dirty-white sneakers. “Look, see how close they’re standing?” When nobody looks convinced, Lucas glares. “I know what I’m talking about!”
He really does. The toes of your shoes are a hair's-width from Eddie’s, face to the ground as you scrub your wet cheeks. Telling him about your bad day has made it somehow feel better and worse, and your breathing comes shallow.
“I’m sorry,” you say again. “I know you’re playing your- um, your game.”
Eddie glances over his shoulder. The large majority of the group whip their faces back to their sheets, caught. He shoots a scowl at them all, though any annoyance slips away when he turns back to you. You look so sad.
Eddie doesn’t really think about it. He steps out into the hall and lets the door close behind him, arms wrapping around you placatingly. “Hey, it’s okay.”
“It’s been a really shitty day,” you say hoarsely.
“I know,” he murmurs, rubbing your back. Your shoulders tremble under his palm. “You should’ve found me earlier.”
“I didn’t want to ruin your game.”
“You haven’t. They’re on break,” he promises.
It’s a total lie but he couldn't care less about the campaign, not when you’ve come unraveled. You nod into his chest and worm your shaking hand around his waist, squeezing so tightly it aches. His head tucks over yours like it was made to and he wills some stillness into you, perturbed by your shuddering. He hates when you get like this. You're so wound up you can’t calm yourself down.
Inside the club room, there’s a riot of whispering, some quieter than others.
Lucas sits back in his chair smugly. “Dude, you have a girlfriend. You shouldn’t be so surprised,” he says to Mike.
Mike peers through the glass door with a mild disgust. “Me and my girlfriend don’t do that.”
“That is not true.”
“We don’t-“
“No, they really don’t,” Dustin agrees. “They’re too busy trying to swallow each other.
Anyone who’d been listening starts to laugh, worse when Mike’s cheeks flare red and he flips them all the bird. The laughter quickly dies when the door opens and Eddie returns, his sad maybe-girlfriend trailing behind him.
“Someone get a chair for Y/N,” is all he says.
You look like you might burst into flames on the spot. Everyone’s eyes are on you. You hate it.
“Thank you,” you say, though you aren’t sure who you’re thanking as somebody passes you a chair. Eddie sits back in his ‘throne’ and you sit beside him, cheeks dry but eyes still red and face downtrodden.
Eddie leans back and rolls his eyes at the silence. “She’s my assistant for today's session,” he says concisely, before any of them think they have the right to ask.
Eddie can’t hold your hand and you don’t think you could survive it in front of so many people, but when the game starts back up and everyone is distracted he pushes his foot behind your calf and pulls your leg toward him. There’s a smile on his face as he orchestrates the next dungeon, his pen scratching down notes you don’t understand.
He rips a page from his notebook and passes it to you covertly.
You take it and let it lie against your thighs. When you read it, you struggle to suppress a giddy smile.
Prettiest assistant ever. Think she'll let me take her out tonight?
He likes his chances.
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corrodedhawkins · 2 years
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eddie fucking reader in his trailer’s kitchen and wayne comes in and they’re like sooooooooo loud
“Fuck, Eddie”, you wail as he slams into you, hands gripping the backs of your thighs as he pulls you to the edge of the counter.
You yelp as he fucks into you harder, bringing one leg up to rest around his waist.
He slides even deeper with your leg propped up, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust.
Wayne walks through the door of the trailer, jacket and lunchbox in hand as he slams the door shut. When his eyes land on you and Eddie, he sputters, dropping his lunchbox as he averts his eyes to the floor.
Neither of you hear, too wrapped up in each other to notice he’s home early. You’re both being loud, Eddie groaning in your ear as you throw your head back and whimper.
“Ahem!”, Wayne clears his throat loudly.
“Oh my god”, Eddie’s the first to react, grabbing you and shuffling you behind the counter, hiding you both from the waist down. “I thought you had work!”
Your face is buried into Eddie’s chest, cheeks burning with embarrassment. If you could crawl into a hole and die right now, you would.
Wayne stands facing away from you, looking anywhere but your direction. “Yeah, well. There’s a power outage at the plant. So, I’m home.”
“I see that”, Eddie huffs. “Can you, like”, he gestures between you two, “go for a sec?”
Wayne snaps into action, putting his hand up to block his view of you as he walks down the hallway. “I’m going to shower. Please be dressed when I get out.” He gestures to the rollaway bed folded up in the corner, “you’re kind of in my bedroom.”
When the bathroom door closes, Eddie drags you down the hallway to his room to get dressed.
“—has the goddamn bedroom, why can’t he just fuck in there?”, you hear Wayne grumble behind the closed door.
When Eddie comes home from school the next day, he finds a value pack of condoms on the kitchen counter with a sticky note attacked that reads, “as much as I love you, I’m not raising another kid that’s not mine. Wrap it up.”
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fuckmymunson · 1 year
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Can you do a story about Eddie having sex with the reader on her period then taking care of her!!!!
❥ a/n: Yes I can and sorry for answering this like a hundred years later—
❥ TW: 18+ smut!!! Period sex! Soft dom!Eddie, aftercare. Please give me some comfort I need it. Also, I get incredibly horny before I get my period so this is a bit self indulgent. Cozy ending because I'm a bit tipsy and so love starved 😁.
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Eddie's calloused hands are practically bruising your waist with his tight grip, his heavy breathings from behind you and the rather animalistic growls he exhales every now and then only make the coil in your belly (and pussy) even tighter and bigger and— oh fuck when he yanks your hair…
But he stops. Suddenly.
Abruptly.
Violently.
Making you whine in discomfort and annoyance.
"What the hell, Eddie?" You manage to ask, looking over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend whose eyes are big as plates— his brown eyes are fixated on your pussy, and all you can read in them is panic and nervousness. "Eddie?"
"Babe" He gulps but his gaze remains glued to his dick and your cunt. "Baby" Eddie exhales, visibly shaking.
"Eddie what's wrong?" You ask, resting your weight in your forearms. "You are scaring me"
"Y—You…" His eyes drift from your pussy to your face, and you witness firsthand how the color is drained from his face. "You are b—bleeding"
"I'm what?" You ask frowning, confused.
Then it hits.
The snarky replies at school, the uncomfortable feeling all day, the nausea, the stomach pain, the moody comments, and the unforgiving urge to fuck Eddie until his cock breaks in half—
"Shit, shit— shit" You curse and ran towards the trailer's bathroom, thanking God in his heaven that Uncle Wayne's at work.
You stumble around the trailer with uncoordinated steps as your wobbly legs make you look like a newborn deer. Locking the door behind you, you grab the box that you keep inside the mirror's cabinet, where your feminine products (as Eddie likes to call them) are kept.
Eddie follows you, naked as well. He knocks on the door holding back a laugh after he hears you fumbling with the pad's wrap.
He opens the door inviting himself in after the third knock. "Baby." He calls you, almost amused. "Did you just had your period while fucking?"
"Ugh, shut up" You throw him a death glare and he holds his hands up in defeat.
"I don't mind, sweetheart. It's— you know, your natural body uh, things. Yeah" He means good, but poor baby isn't good with words. "Although, now I can say I literally murder that pussy—"
"Edward, seriously. Shut up."
"Uh-Oh, first name calling. Yes ma'am" He nods and and knocks the teasing off.
"I'm sorry" You sigh, resting your hands on the sink.
"Why are you apologizing for?" Eddie frowns and tilts his head, a few curls falling over his face. "I literally don't care, princess. It's something completely natural"
"You don't think it's gross?" You ask with a pout.
"Sweetheart, nothing about you is gross" He chuckles and kisses your head, lovingly. "Well except when you eat with your mouth open, that is fucking disgusting"
"Thanks for ruining the moment, Munson" You roll your eyes. His hands caress your sides, stopping at your hips as he silently placed himself behind you in the bathroom mirror, towering behind your still naked form. "Eddie? What are you doing?"
"Nothing…" He says looking away, pretending to not be responsible or conscious of his hand sliding in between your legs, quickly finding your clit and circling it. "You know… I've heard that period sex helps with cramps and mood swings"
"Oh yeah, where?" You try to remain calm, but then he slides a finger between your folds, slick with a mixture of your wetness and blood. "Fuck— Eddie"
"Doesn't matter" He kisses your shoulder, locking eyes with yours through the mirror. "What matter is that, now that I know you are fine… we can continue…"
"Eddie, it's gonna be messy—" You try to protest, but when he sinks two fingers so easily...
"I like it messy"
He curls his long fingers making your wet pussy clench around them, you moan his name in a needy manner, making his cock twitch.
"Now, let's return this fat cock exactly where it belongs… fuck— that's it" He thrusts without warning, his dick slides even easier than before. Eddie moans at this new sensation, it's so warm, so wet, so good. "Good girl, always so sweet and precious, you really know how to please me"
Eddie wastes no time, resuming his unforgiving pace. His balls slap against your clit in the most delicious way, making you whine and moan and cry and fucking gush around him. He looks down again, this time completely and utterly hard as a damn rock at the sight of your sweet pussy clenching around him. He doesn't care at all about the blood, he feels so fucking amazing that you trust him enough to do this.
His right hand releases your waist and yanks your hair again, forcing you to look in the mirror.
"Look, princess. Look at yourself, being fucked like a naughty girl. Spread your legs a bit more yeah— oh that's it, good girl." He gives your ass a few playful spanks, enough to send sparks to your pussy. "Shit— can feel that little messy cunt clenching around me, you gonna cum, bunny?"
You nod desperately, mumbling. "Yes, yes, please. Let me cum Eddie" Not only begging with your words, you beg with your eyes, half lidded, glossy and breathtaking. "Please baby, lemme cum, need it so bad"
"Cum, cum for me sweetheart" He slaps your ass harder this time, the pain sending you over the edge. "Fuck yeah. What. A. Good. Little. Whore." Every word is punctuated with a snap of his hips, prolonging your orgasm.
The wetness in between your legs mixed with the blood runs down your thighs, but the sight of it makes him swallow so hard and cum so hard inside you. Eddie groans and slams his cock all the way in, painting your walls with his sticky load.
Between pants and giggles, Eddie kisses your shoulders, grinning like an idiot.
"I love you so much, sweetheart" He murmurs with pure adoration, helping you take a seat at the edge of the plastic tub of the trailer. "Lemme take care of you okay? I can wash your hair and all"
"Eddie, you don't have to" You say, blinking slowly as the sleep starts to possess your body. "And I love you too, darling, I really do"
He is a man of word, after all. Eddie scrubs your hair, massaging your scalp, kissing your neck, your shoulders. Rubbing your bodywash all over your soft body, caressing every inch of your skin, worshipping it and not only bathing you with your favorite products but with adoration.
"Night, princess" He kisses your nose, now safely wrapped in two blankets.
"Night, my love" You whisper kissing his lips and resting your face on his chest, listening to his heartbeat rocking you to sleep.
God, this is true love ♡.
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thepastdied · 11 months
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Laughter is the Best Medicine
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TW: panic attack.
eddie munson × reader fluff
warning: cuteness
Eddie cheers you up after a panic attack.
Yes, I know Hellfire isn't in the auditorium. Shhh.
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Your breathing got faster as you slid your body down the cement wall of the auditorium, throat tightening and your insides twisting around painfully.
Your teacher had called you out in front of the entire class an hour ago, and you'd been holding in your nerves since then. It was agonizing.
Your palms were sweating, face hot, head fuzzy, and you were overwhelmed with nausea.
You huffed out a sob, your shaky hand covering your mouth as you muffled your cries.
You hated yourself for being so sensitive. But waking up and coming to this hell hole was such a chore. Every. Day. You felt like you wanted to throw up every morning, your stomach turning from the moment your eyes snapped open to the loud ringing of your alarm clock. Even worse when you would smell the fresh breakfast your mom made before you slipped out the front door.
Getting to school was one of the hardest parts of your day. The short drive gave you little to no time to prepare yourself for the crowd of students flocking into the school and through the hallways.
The moment you got to class, it was like a sigh of relief. You'd talk with a couple of classmates, and that was all. You didn't feel as anxious anymore and actually felt safe to be sitting down in a room with familiar faces rather than pushing through a crowd.
But here you were, a pathetic mess on the floor of the auditorium. All because a teacher snapped at you for laughing at one of Eddie's jokes.
"What's the stinkiest planet?" Eddie turned around and leaned over your desk, his eyebrows raising in anticipation, eyes sparkling as his full lips pulled into a smirk.
You cringed at him, shaking your head.
"Poopiter." He leaned back and laughed at his own joke. You following suit and got your own ass handed to you for it.
You felt stupid, but it was so embarrassing. More so because it was in front of Eddie, who you were totally crushing on. He was always so sweet to you. The entire class looked at you, scowling and rolling their eyes. You don't know how you'd be able to set foot in that classroom again. You have never gotten yelled at by a teacher.
Your vision blurred as tears poured down your face, ears hot and ringing, body shivering. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you hyperventilated. It hurt.
Your nimble fingers picked at the frayed thread of your ripped jeans, tears rolling down the bridge of your nose and landing on your thigh as your head bowed down. Your lips quivered before you sobbed again, your hands covering your red face as your throat gurgled from the saliva building in your mouth.
Your head snapped up, the hard push on the auditorium door handle echoing loudly throughout the room.
"Doopy doo dee daaaa.." Eddie quickly passed you as he galloped down the long slope walkway toward the stage. His torn backpack hung loosly on one shoulder and flopped roughly against his back.
You shrunk into yourself, your whole body going hot in embarrassment as you quickly wiped the tears from your face and covered your eyes with your still shaky hands, the knot in your throat growing bigger. You swallowed and took the deepest breath you could before slowly letting it out. And then again. And again.
A sudden smack made you perk your head up, the back of your hand wiping under your nose.
"Shit.." Eddie abruptly stopped and turned around to pick up the pencil case that fell out of his backpack. "Need a new backpack."
You involuntarily sniffled, your eyes going wide as his head shot up in your direction.
"Hey!" He grinned, eyes cheerful as he reached one arm up high and waved his arm as if he were flagging down a ship.
You meekly raised your hand, still paralyzed from your panic attack.
He stared at you for a moment, hand frozen in mid-air before he let it fall to his side, tilting his head quizzically.
"Hey, you okay?" He called across the room.
Your stomach twisted again and your eyes started to burn again. I hate when people ask if you're okay when you are NOT okay.
You chomped down on your lip as it began to quiver, a single tear escaping down your cheek.
"No no no no, don't.. shit shit why did I ask that.. uh-" Eddie cursed as he spun in a circle, frantically looking around and panicking.
He held his breath for a moment as he paused, standing still before shrugging his backpack off his shoulder and letting it fall to the floor.
Eddie slowly walked back up the aisle, hands clasped behind him as he leaned forward to get a better look at you- like he was observing a scared cat.
He stood upright as he saw what a mess you were. Your hair stuck to your wet, red, and puffy face, your sad eyes meeting his soft brown ones.
His ringed hand came up to scratch at his chin, his lips sticking at as he looked around awkwardly. You put your head back down to rest on your knees that you'd been hugging and sniffled again as a tear fell onto your sleeve.
He carefully walked in front of you, his dirty white reeboks almost touching your just as dirty converse. You opened your eyes when you heard him groan as he sat down in front of you, his back leaning against one of the many chairs that covered the room.
Your eyes stayed on his sneakers. You wanted to speak, but you couldn't. The only sounds coming out were sniffles.
Eddie skidded his foot forward, the top of his shoe knocking on the side of yours. You didn't move.
He did it again, but with his other foot. And then started to tap them back and forth to whatever song he was playing in his head.
You momentarily furrowed your eyebrows as you watched his feet and shifted your focus to his arms when he started to fiddle with an imaginary guitar.
You wiped your cheek on your shoulder and huffed out a laugh as he began to rock his head back and forth, eyes closed.
"Wish you could hear this. I'm totally shredding it." He peeked one eye open as he began to hum.
You covered your mouth to cover your giggle, his movements pausing at your reaction and feet remaining on either side of your own.
"Maybe someday?" He placed his hands on the floor and leaned forward in question.
You licked your tear stained lips and used the sleeve of your sweater to wipe both of your eyes, your tears finally stopping.
"At the Hideout?" You croaked, cringing at how hoarse your voice was.
He smiled at you, his eyes big and the corners of his mouth turning downwards in the way that they do.
"Every Tuesday, hun." He winked at you, eyes dazzling.
Your breath caught in your throat and you broke eye contact. Eddie internally panicked for a second until you looked back up and nodded with a weak smile.
His eyes left yours and danced across your face until they trailed down to your hair. He reached forward and ran his fingers along the small braid you had behind your ear.
"Cool." He muttered. "Wanna do mine?" He quirked one eyebrow and grinned as he grabbed a lock of his curls and wiggled it back and forth.
Your throat went dry as you wordlessly nodded.
Fuck.
Eddie excitedly did a little dance and slid his body so your thighs were touching. He held his arm out toward you, a black hair tie snug on his wrist.
Your fingers brushed his skin as you pulled it over his hand and placed it on your lap.
His fingers nervously drummed against his thighs as you raked your hand through his hair, which was surprisingly not as knotted as you thought.
Keyword, as. It was still pretty knotted.
The back of your hand brushed his neck as you began to separate three sections of his hair behind his ear, the same area where yours was. He shivered before coughing and sitting up straighter.
He hummed a bit, and soon his head started to lightly bob back and forth as he did before.
"Eddie! You made me mess up." You pouted as his soft curls slipped from your fingers and the braid quickly unraveled.
He laughed, shoulders shaking as he held his hands up and apologized.
You scoffed and shook your head before starting over again, still struggling to keep a grip on his impossibly soft hair.
"Can you talk to me about it?" He whispered after a long moment of silence.
You paused just for a second. You didn't feel that anxiety creep back up, but you didn't want to cry again.
"Want you to tell me what's wrong, sweetheart."
You sighed. So you told him why you were upset.
"Jesus.. I totally forgot about that." He looked down at the floor in deep thought before placing his hand on your ankle.
"You know that the whole class probably forgot, too. Ya know? Tomorrow it will be just like any other day. Mrs. O'Donnell won't even remember either, probably. She yells at me all the time. Would probably confuse that whole situation with me, honestly." His big stupidly pretty eyes bored into yours, sincerity written all over his face.
"If she ever brings it up - which she won't by the way, I'll tell her that it was me. She won't think twice about it." He shrugged.
You released his hair and put your hands on your lap, wringing your fingers together before you began to pick at your nails. You felt that sting in your eyes again, but you held it this time. You were still embarrassed because it was in front of him. His eyes flicked down before he pursed his lips and shook his head, bangs swiping his forehand.
"Don't do that.." He muttered as he moved his hand from your ankle to your wrist, thumb rubbing circles into the soft skin there.
He trailed his index finger up your palm slowly, way too slowly, before intertwining his fingers with yours. A small blush creeped across his cheeks when your fingers tightened around his.
"For the record," He paused for a moment when your eyes met his through your eyelashes. He bit onto his top lip, bottom lip sticking out as he bashfully placed his face against his shoulder to itch his jaw. "You're still pretty even when you cry."
"Oh my god.." You laughed as you covered your face when the hand he wasn't holding.
His timid smile quickly disappeared into a dopey grin.
"I got another joke, sweetheart." He pulled your hand onto his lap as he sat up straighter and shook the stray curls from his face.
You nodded for him to continue, your hand now covering your mouth as you chewed your lip shyly.
"Do you want to hear a joke about pizza?" His face went serious.
You both were quiet for a few heartbeats before a laugh bubbled in his throat. He strained his mouth, jaw tensing as he tried to conceal his laugh.
"What is it?" You smiled as you nudged him with your shoe.
"Never mind, it's too cheesy." He burst out laughing, letting all the laughter he held for the last minute into the auditorium as he threw his head back.
It was the stupidest joke, and that's why you laughed, your hand shoving his shoulder as he hunched forward and knocked into you.
"That is so stupid." You sputtered, mainly giggling at his overreaction.
He nodded his head, wiping a non existent tear dramatically from under his eye.
"Wheeeew. That was a knee slapper." He chuckled again, shaking his head at the absurdity.
His stray laughs came to a steady stop as he looked at your hand still clasped around his, your thumb playing with one of his rings.
"Seeing how you like my jokes, I was thinking.. maybe we could uh-.. I mean, if you are on the same page as me- like we could -" He stumbled with his words before the door swung open and a group of boys and one girl slid into the room.
The both of you scrambled away from eachother before they could see the close proximity you'd been in.
Eddie clumsily made his way to his feet as you did and rubbed his sweaty hands on the rough denim covering his thighs.
"Go out with me. Pizza. Tonight." Eddie blurted out, his voice cracking.
You blinked a few times and shifted on your feet.
"U-uh.. yeah, sure!" You mentally slapped yourself.
He slowly nodded and jumped on the balls of his feet as his eyes flicked between you and the boys that made their way to the stage.
He stepped forward, his hands frantically moving around in his pockets before he pulled out a piece of candy. He wrinkled his nose at the flavor before placing it in your hand and closing your fingers tightly around it.
"So you don't forget. You'll see it and be like 'Oh! Eddie! Sweet, sweet Eddie!' and then you'll remember our date. Tonight." He placed one hand on the wall and coolly leaned against it. "You got a number, sweets?"
You sheepishly nodded before pulling a pen out of your jacket pocket, rolling his sleeve up to write your phone number across his wrist.
His wild curls covered his eyes, but you can see his shit eating grin as he, what you assumed, watched as you wrote on his skin.
You clicked the pen closed before he quickly grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, placing a good smacker on the back of your hand.
You giggled as he stepped away from you, still holding your hand as your arms stretched out.
"See you later, darlin'." He winked at you as he made a clicking sound with his mouth before he trotted back down the aisle toward his friends, swooping his backpack up in the process.
You sighed dreamily as you watched him climb the stairs and flop down on the chair that looked like a throne.
Fuck, you were lucky.
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teddyeyeseddie · 3 months
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The Cherrywood Motel
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Starry Haze, Crystal Ball
rockstar!Eddie x housekeeper!reader
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(a/n: ITS BACKKKK AND SO AM I!! Enjoy my lovelies and visit my blog for some life updates!)
warnings: soft eddie, smut, minors dni, oral (fem rec), p in v, cream pie x 2, riding, showering together, a jump from last chapter.
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You lug all your clothes into the laundromat down the street, heaving the heavy bag onto the table before you once you’ve made your way inside. The smell of bleach and laundry detergent mixes in your nostrils as you sort your piles of dirties.
It’s early in the morning, the only person in the place being you and an elderly woman. You enjoy the quiet, only the soft whirring of the dryers breaking the silence.
You separate your lights from darks, throwing your first load in when a familiar voice resonates through the quaint room.
“Shit- fuck,” you look over to see Eddie struggling with a bag of laundry. You chuckle to yourself, your eyes meeting his. His face lights up when he sees you.
“Hey stranger,” he breathes out as he settles in at the table next to you.
“Hi Eddie,”
Ever since Eddie woke up in your bed, things had been different. Eddie seemed happier, his demeanor not so jittery. You talked more, Eddie revealing more about his life.
You learned he was really a dork. Knows a little too much about horror movies, still plans D&D campaigns for fun, and collects mugs from every new place he goes.
He’s become softer, more himself in the last few days. You found yourself getting closer to him, his magnetic force drawing you in with every little conversation.
His captivating personality had you expressing more things about yourself, like your favorite flower, how you got the scar on your shoulder, and all about your childhood cat, Mr. Snuffles.
Talking to Eddie when he was sober was easy, he didn’t go on unnecessary tangents, he wasn’t as flirty and he looked oh so pretty when he was healthy.
His usual red eyes now pure, no sign of distress in them. He even started taking care of his hair, his usual frizzy locks now smooth and curly. He was doing better. You were proud of him.
“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you today,” he says, pulling out all of his clothes and settling them into a pile. He gathers them all in his arms, walking towards a washer.
“Aren’t you gonna sort them?” you ask, chuckling to yourself as Eddie struggles with the large amount of clothes he has in his hands.
“I never do?” he says as if it's almost a question.
“Well, I’m sure you have some 200 dollar shirts in there that are begging to be sorted,”
“My uh- lady at home usually does it. This is how I used to do laundry when I was a kid,”
You roll your eyes, motioning for him to come back to the table.
You sort his dirty clothes for him, it feels pathetic but the smile he has on his face as you help him makes it somewhat worth it.
“You’ve gotta sort lights from darks. I’d suggest separating your whites too but I don’t want you to keel over,”
He chuckles, grabbing the pile of darks and carrying them to a washer. He puts in his quarters, handing you some so you can start the pile of lights.
“So what are you up to for the rest of the day?” he questions as he strolls back to the tables where your clothes still lay.
“Nothing really, apartment hunting for a little bit and then back to the motel,” you gather your pile of clothes, turning towards the washers and placing the items inside. Eddie swoops in front of you and puts quarters in for you, you playfully roll your eyes but smile up at him nonetheless.
“Oooh, that should be fun,” he scratches at the back of his neck, “I uh- owe you for bailing me out so just let me know what you need for the security deposit and I’ll write a check,”
“Thank you Eddie, but you don’t have to. I lost your jacket, I bailed you out, were even,”
Eddie shakes his head, curls flying in all directions at the erratic movement.
“Someone stole my jacket from you, you didn’t just leave it for anyone to take. Plus I can,so let me,” he states, eyes locking with yours in a stare.
“Just let me, it’s the least I can do-” you nod your head, allowing the man to help you pay your way into a new apartment.
A feat that was easier said than done, you had looked at 5 separate places with Christa, none of them being anything close to what you wanted or needed.
You finally decide to call it quits and return back to the hotel, smiling when you see Eddie waiting outside your door with a pizza box in his hand. Christa sends you a wink as you get out of the car, a soft “enjoy yourself” falling from her lips.
Eddie grins widely when he sees you step out of Christa’s car.
“Sorry- thought you were home from your hunting,” he motions towards your car that is parked a few spots down from your door.
“Kinda got stuck at our last place. Creepy landlord,” you straighten out the pleats of your skirt as Eddie sucks in a breath in through his teeth, wincing dramatically.
“At least you dodged that bullet,” he says as he leans against the doorframe waiting for you to open it, his slim shoulders doing a good job at boxing you in. The smell of his cologne makes your mind whir, gone are the days of dried puke and alcohol.
You unlock the door, Eddie’s hand pushing it open forcing you to duck underneath his arm. He lets the door close softly behind him once he is inside, being sure to lock the deadbolt.
He places the pizza box on the small table by the window. He draws the curtains, blocking out the rest of the world and turning the room into a space that was only for the two of you.
“Got your favorite,” he motions to the box with his thumb as he walks up behind you. You’re stepping out of your shoes when Eddie’s arm snakes around your front, under your arm and resting on your collarbone. He’s come over every night since the cleaning fiasco, you talk about the ten-day-whirlwind that the two of you have embarked on and get to know eachother even more.
Eddie spends most of his time apologizing when you recall anything from the short time of knowing him, ashamed of how much he had hurt you.
It’s been a week of take-out, today bringing you to day seventeen. Ten days of hell and seven of something in between a raging fire and a rumbling earthquake- scalding your skin and shaking off the dust settled deep in your soul.
His arm comes undone from you, his hand tracing down your tricep, over your elbow, ghosting down your forearm, finally grasping your hand as he draws you towards the radio sitting in the corner of the room.
Eddie liked to dance- he twirled to what he called your “teeny bopper” music, he swayed his hips to country music, he even danced to his own music when you forced him to listen to it one night.
Eddie danced with you tonight- his fingers fit perfectly through yours, his hand rested right in the dip of your waist, his lips looked pretty in this light.
“Are you thinking about kissing me, sweets?” He questions, a smile forming on his lips as he leans forward. You blush nervously, nodding your head. His smile gets even wider before he leans in, lips capturing yours.
Both his hands come to cup your face, cheeks tugging and eyes crinkled as he leans in further. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, pushing backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. You pull away, shifting from foot to foot as you wait for Eddie to take the reins. He chuckles softly before capturing your lips in another soft kiss before pulling away and plopping down onto the couch. He pulls you into his lap, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then down your neck, all the way to your shoulder.
His eyes meet yours, his hands fumbling with the edge of your sweater. A plea on the edge of his lips as he looks up at you. You nod, letting him remove the garment from your body. He audibly moans at the sight, your breasts bouncing freely only leaving you in your skirt.
“Please tell me you have panties on,” he mumbles, hand snaking down to your center. He bites his lips and groans when he’s met with your sticky folds.
“S’ laundry day,” you giggle.
His fingers trace through your slick, he has half a mind to shove the fingers in your face, make you lick yourself off of him. But When he glances over your face, your pouting lips and furrowed brow send his heart racing. He decides right then that you're an angel. He thinks there’s no way you're real, there is absolutely no way you’re here with him.
He wraps his arm around your waist, standing from his place on the couch. He walks you back to the bed as you kiss up the side of his neck. He lands you on the middle, arms caging you in as he leans down to kiss you. He’s much slower this time, desperate clashing of teeth melting to well thought out movements.
You pull away from him, hands coming to mess with the edge of his old band tee.
“You’re much too dressed for the occasion, Mr. Munson,” you giggle out. He smiles down at you, getting up to strip out of his clothes. You hold your breath when he pulls down his boxers, his cock springing out and slapping against his belly. It’s big and you’re sure he knows it.
He crawls back up the bed, kissing from your ankle to your neck. He splays kisses across your face, finally meeting your lips in a sweet kiss.
His eyes bore into yours as he pushes some hair from your face before kissing you again, but he pulls away much too quickly for your liking.
“M’ gonna eat you out now, kay’?” he mumbles against your lips, you nod, throwing your head back as Eddie begins to kiss back down your body. He stops at the waistband of your skirt, mumbling something to himself before hooking his fingers in the band and pulling the fabric over your bottom.
He moans at the sight of your center, leaning forward to press a kiss to your thighs before diving in completely. He licks from your hole, up to your clit, tongue dancing around the bundle of nerves. Your knuckles grip the white sheets, mind reeling as he works you up to an orgasm. He laps at your pussy, pulling away to spit on his fingers.
His ringed fingers come to push through the sticky mess the two of you have created, one finally pushing in, drawing a guttural moan from your lips. The cold metal of his rings bump against your skin every time he thrusts his fingers in and out. He works you up to three before pulling them out completely, mouth still assaulting your clit, causing you to squeal.
“You ready f’me?” he questions, mouth still between your legs. You tug on his hair, pulling him away from your center, nodding profusely with a smile on your face.
He pushes you further up the bed, settling in between your legs. His cock nudges at your hole, the tip catching inside, you mewl quietly when he pushes in. He leans down, arms settling on either side of your head, his hair tickling your nose as he looks down at you intently.
“So pretty,” You mumble, hand coming up to cup his cheek and draw him into a kiss. He smiles into it, pulling away and admiring the way your face contorts every time he punches that spongy spot inside you.
“S’ all you, sweets,” He moans, forehead pressing against yours as he drives into you. The pace he sets draws moan after moan from deep within you.
Your hand stays cupping his face, kissing him again, your lips barely brushing his when he pulls away.
“C’mon pretty girl, tell me what it is. Wanna know what I should be moaning while I ruin you.”
You shutter a breath out- your name falling off your lips and into the air.
“F-fuck..” he’s full on smiling, his eyes crinkling as he languidly thrusts inside you.
“Eds-Eddie. M’ close,”
“Shit-ok. Where do you want me?” He picks up his pace, cock nudging at all the right places.
“Inside- want you inside,” Your legs lock around his waist, forcing him to bury himself to the hilt as he spills inside of you.
He’s giggling when you finally release him, pulling his still hard cock from inside you and smearing around the mess that has formed between your legs.
“Look so good painted all pretty for me. Could take a picture and look at it all tour long. Would never haveta’ look anywhere else. Just me this little memory and my hand,” he’s pulling your ass cheeks apart, releasing them before his thumb hooks into your pussy as he rummages around on the side table- careful not to knock down the countless polaroids around the camera.
“Can I sweets? Take a pretty little polaroid of this pretty little pussy?” he thrusts his thumb in further, drawing more cum out of you. You giggle when you feel it run down your thighs as you give him a soft hum in response to his question.
He snaps a picture of your most bare area, the idea makes you blush but then there's the idea of Eddie- using it. That makes it feel alright.
“Just wanna take one more,” he says as his cock nudges at your hole again, the puffy skin wanting to scream no but the burn short circuiting your brain at the same time.
He snaps another picture once he’s half inside you, your hands covering your face as you giggle.
“Enough of that,” he says with a small chuckle as he tosses the camera back onto the bedside table. His hands grip your hips as he lazily thrusts into you.
After finally having enough of Eddie’s teasing, you push at Eddie’s belly, signaling him to stop. He flashes you a confused look as he pulls out but soon gets the idea once you scramble off the bed and begin pushing him towards the couch.
He flops down onto the cushions, legs spreading wide. Deft fingers wrapping around your hips as you sink down onto him, your arms snake around his neck and pull at the hair sitting at the nape.
Eddie looks up at you in awe, his eyes never leaving yours as you ride him. His lips are parted, soft breaths and moans tumbling from his mouth.
“Shit- baby I- I can’t last like this-” He groans as he tries to stop your movements. You grab his hand, raising it and placing it on your breast.
“C’mon sweets, come in me again,” He moans sweetly at his own pet name being used against him, his hips stilling once he is settled inside you. He buries his head in your neck as he comes, teeth biting in as he silences himself.
You let him stay inside you for a while, finally pulling off of him when Eddie begins to rub at the skin on your hips.
You’re up on wobbly legs, shooting Eddie a glare when he begins to chuckle.
He throws his hands up in defense and motions to the mess between his legs. Cum has dripped down his balls and pooled in his seat.
“Gonna need to spot clean this one miss housekeeper,” He winces as he gets up, collecting you in his arms and placing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Let’s shower, yeah?”
You nod, taking his hand as he guides you to the small porcelain tub. He turns on the water, testing it with his fingers before stepping in once it has warmed up. He extends his hand to you, thanking him quietly once you're standing before him in the tiny shower.
He takes a step back, moving out of the spray and allowing you to warm up under the water. You take turns getting your bodies warmed up, Eddie finally assuming his position behind you washing your hair.
“You mentioned tour,” you blush as you recall the memory from moments ago. Eddie’s stops scrubbing your scalp and sighs.
“I- I’m leaving,” he says in an almost whimper.
“Oh, when?”
“Two days,”
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f4irydaydreams · 2 years
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mike and dustin find out about eddies secret girlfriend
a/n oops it went longer than i thought it would. not proof read at all </3 kind of bad but a cute idea i had. we could all use a little fluff right now:) i also really wanna bake cookies soo
no one would’ve thought that eddie ‘the freak’ munson would be dating someone as sweet as y/n l/n.
she wasn’t popular like the crissy and the other cheerleaders but everyone knew her, since she was one of the nicest people at hawkins high. she wasn’t particularly outgoing or chatty but the minute she found someone she felt comfortable around, her thoughts would spill out of her mouth.
it wasn’t likely for her to cross paths with eddie munson. y/n always had an eye out for him. something about his big doe eyes and silly smile stood out to her from a distance. she was always too shy to approach him.
when eddie saw y/n walking home in the pouring rain one afternoon he couldnt just leave her there. one thing led to another and their unexpected friendship turned into secret romance. 
its not that she was embarrassed around him or that they went out of the way to hide things, he just wanted to keep her to himself for as long as he could. 
and he knew hellfire would lost their minds over someone like her.
y/n spent a lot of time in eddies trailer since his uncle was barely around and her parents werent exactly present. his place had changed a but since she was practically living there. everything was cleaner and so much more organized. 
a few of her little trinkets started to make their way into eddies room. of course he never noticed. bottle of pink nail polish standing out beside his black ones. a couple hair ribbons lying around. a small teddy that looked extremely out of place in eddies chaotic room. some stuff even made it’s way around the trailer, like a vase of tulips sitting by the front door.
just because eddie didnt pay mind to these things dosent mean it wasnt starting to become obvious that there was a girl in his life. 
dustin and mike felt something was off sitting on the living room couch in eddies trailer waiting for him to bring out a hellfire shirt, that mike accidentally burnt. the place was a little nicer that they last saw and the kitchen area smelled strongly of cookies.
they were too scared to question eddie who was already upset, considering this is the third time one of the these munchkins have ‘disrespected’ the hellfire shirt. 
“you two, dont move. dont snoop. and dont touch anything” 
mike an dustin gave each other the same look the minute eddie was out of sight. 
dustin breaks the silence, “are we sure this is eddies trailer?” 
before mike could get a word out he was interrupted by the sound of keys being jammed into the lock. the boys were ready to run out thinking mr munson was back home.
neither of them were prepared to see a pretty girl walk in wearing what seemed to be a pink hellfire shirt? their jaws were practically on the floor. 
“sorry i took so long my love, i think the cookies are almost— uhm wheres eddie?”
she froze in front of the two boys who looked like they had a hundred questions to ask. 
 “hes uh we were just” “eddies in his room”
the boys clearly stumbling over their words stared mindlessly. wondering why there was a girl in eddies trailer baking cookies out of everything. 
“eddie!”, the girls eyes lit up as he walked into the room to see his girl standing in front of two very puzzled teenage boys. 
“eddie who is this?” “why is she wearing a hellfire shirt?” “no why is she baking cookies for you?” “did you give her your keys?”
the boys panicked rambling was amusing to y/n who was now smiling at their outburst.
“alright can it dipshits!” he wrapped his arm around the her waist tugging her close to him. “this is my girlfriend, y/n. no i will not be answering any questions”
she shly waved at the boys and placed a small kiss on eddies cheek before going to the back to pull the cookies off the cooling rack. 
“here have some! i just baked them its a new recipe. you kids must be hungry and i know eddie dosent feed you at hellfire” she smiled brightly at the boys handing them the freshly backed, slightly crooked looking chocolate chip cookies. 
“uhm thank you. but first can i ask you something?” 
“sure! mike wheeler right? im friends with your sister”
“yeah uhm you’re dating eddie? i mean eddies great but youre so sweet and hes so.....you know”
eddie smacked the boys head lightly, “whats that supposed to mean?” 
y/n bit her lip to keep her from laughing, their little secret was out but they didn’t mind it at all.
“hes quite the charmer and secretly a big softie”, y/n pulled his face down and booped his nose giggling, “arent you baby”
eddie groaned at her cheesiness knowing she was messing with him in front of his friends.  
its safe to say his friends never saw eddie the same way again. he wanted to keep your sweet soul to himself for a bit longer but he loved that he could show everyone how much he loved you <33
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icu-now · 1 year
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18+ switch!eddie? but mostly sub!eddie x dom!reader, gn!reader
so ... eddie wears boxers, agreed? like he's such a boy ass boy wearing boxer shorts. he has ones with green and blue plaid; or red and navy gingham; and his fanciest pair he owns is plain denim blue (but all bought in value packs). and what you love about them more than getting to take them off heehe is how they peek out of his waistband when he reaches for something above the fridge. the shirt that already sits pretty at the edge of his belt loops with his arms down; lifts just that little bit, and the ruched cotton has you licking your lips at the tuft of hair it flattens. eddie chuckles before you can catch yourself and spill half a spoonful of cheerios and milk on the table.
okkkkk starting to scream now bc getting to take them off ... . . . you two have been making out on wayne's lazy boy for about half of a random def leppard album eddie got a boot leg of. cranked high in his room to hear it comfortably in the living room, you love it how the groans between each of his heavy breaths are amplified as you kiss down his neck. you make sure you've locked his eyes before sliding between his legs, steadying yourself on his quads. you've been palming at the denim around his thighs, hips, and crotch for about two and a half songs now and obviously for eddie that's been ages. he's whining into his shoulder and his knuckles are white clenching at the sides of his thighs wishing you'd touch him. and it's quite embarrassing how loud he gasps when you pop the button of his jeans with just your thumb and forefinger. you trail your fingers between elastic and skin until they meet at his tailbone. and u can feel how giddy he is when he does that little hip lift thing, only for you tug at his beltloops, loosening his jeans anchored by his body weight and leaving his boxers mostly on.
rightfully, you earn a, "babe--heh baby..." from eddie. kneeling between his lap, your hands meet at the crease of his hips, finally touching his hard bulge and you're smirking. you feel his thick cock heavy against his thigh and squeeze a little harder, enjoying how with each pulse of your fingers, eddie thrusts his hips into your chest.
he couldnt hold his hands at his sides anymore and tried palmed himself over your hands, but you tsk'ed them away before he could get any meaningful relief. "aw, honey, how do i know what you want if you don't use your words, huh?" you spit his own words he used on u just last night back at him, revelling in how it feels to be on the other side. eddie is so cute when he's flustered and can't think of anything he wants more than your hands under his boxers. "d'you want me to..." you cup at his balls with one hand, and bring your other to his waistband. "touch you..." you hook a finger under the elastic this time, "under here?" he can't come up with an answer for you other than a furious nod of his blushed face. you release the elastic you pulled taut and it dully snaps back onto the yummy path of hair on his lower stomach. god he's whining so loud and you fucking love how close to tears he is, you throw him a bone and sit up on your knees, kissing his jawline up to his lips. you slip a hand under his boxers as soon as your lips touch, and he almost screams. you massage at the base and slowly work your way up his shaft, preoccupying you, letting eddie slip his tounge past your lips. almost feeling bad about your cruelty, you let him kiss you sloppy as you start to spread his precum over the head of his cock. once you did that, he almost jerked you off of his lap, and that's when you've had enough. you take a step back from the lazy boy, admiring the pair of green and blue plaid he put on today, and yank the cotton clean off his hips to bunch at his knees with his jeans. you look at him through your lashes, biting a smile, and his giggles are delirious in response.
:・゚✧:・゚✧
not proofread! sorry wayne ill get u a new lazyboy!!
a/n hiiiiii this is the first fic ive written in years and my first smutty fic! ive been a long long long time reader and always wanted to write fics to bam first post heheeh ALSO im taking requests! if anyone is reading this lol here's my inbox :)
pls lmk if u liked this :*
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bpdtistic · 11 months
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it's the little things about eddie that make you fall in love with him, it's the way he's so passionate about his music, to the way his eyes soften and the color lightens when he looks at you.
there's one distinct thing that lets you know he's the one for you. you're cleaning up his room while he's doing a deal, when you find it. it's a scrapbook, you can tell hes saving it and you want to put it back, curiousity the only thing to stop you.
you open the book to find momentos from every date the two of you have been on. you find ticket stubs, tiny notes you'd wrote for him over time, and all the pictures from disposable cameras that you've been meaning to develop. as you swiping through the pages, tears fill your eyes.
you don't even notice eddie enter the room because you're bawling like a baby, eddie is almost immediately concerned until he sees the book in front of you. the freezes in his tracks when he sees it and your fingers just softly holding onto one of the vinyl pages. “i was tryna save it for our year," he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snoop, just was trying to clean out from under your bed," you giggled, a soft cry-laugh left you and he couldn't help but to kiss your forehead.
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sofiiel · 5 months
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Eddie would plan you a surprise party...
and then slowly make it not a surprise anymore because he keeps dropping unintended hints while just casually talking to you.
He tries to back track and cover it up without lying, though that look he "sneaks" at you which reads "did you buy that at all?" gives him away pretty quickly.
So when the "surprise" party arrives you have to pretend to be shocked. Which usually earns you a "so how long did you know?" From a sulking Eddie after he gets that great big thank you hug/kiss.
Oh well you still love him for the effort and the entire time leading up to the parties are fun. Eddie knows you still enjoy them so even though they usually fail to be surprises he still plans them. That smile of yours is totally worth it.
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lqveharrington · 2 years
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Inside the Munson Trailer:
Y/N: “I didn’t call you stupid.”
Eddie: “Yes, you did!”
Y/N: “Okay, but I didn’t mean too! … Just — I asked you to spell orange… and you asked me, “The fruit or the color?” It caught me off guard.”
Eddie: Blinks while holding an orange “This is the fruit, they’re two different things.”
Y/N: “What the fuck.”
Robin and Steve: Cackling in the background
Nancy: Shakes her head in disappointment
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lightvixxen · 1 year
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Hi im on my horny shit anyway tw: stepcest under the cut stepdad!steve x reader + dbf!eddie x reader (kinda) Eddie is Steves friend reminder that all parties are 18+ and consenting. Nothing is explicit just a precaution!
Thinking about stepdad!steve with an absolute brat of a stepdaughter, who can’t help but talk back, and blatantly disrespect him in his own home, it only got worse when you came back from college. And at the end of the day had the audacity to get on her knees at the end of the day and beg for forgiveness.
It works of course, Steve can’t help but give into the teary eyes you give him, promising to be on your best behavior tomorrow!! Which obviously, never comes. Cue Steve venting to his equally fucked up friend, who knows about your…relationship. Eddie, he knows a thing or two with dealing with brats. You just need a firmer hand to break you down.
Because Steve is soft, he doesn’t know how to handle a brat younger than him, Eddie on the other hand? It only takes an hour before your crumbling underneath him.
Just a Eddie teaching Steve’s stepdaughter a lesson in respect when it comes to her daddy!!!
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luveline · 1 year
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roan’s excitement and confusion when she finds reader in eddies bed the first morning reader stays over
dad!eddie would absolutely sneak you in cos he knows if roan wakes up and sees you she won't share (i don't this is necessarily the first time but its ok) fem!reader
It's nice to wake up next to Eddie. You haven't quite mastered sharing a bed with him, having started the night with your face in his chest where now he's on his side with your arm draped over his, your hand limp against his naked chest.
You sigh and stretch with an awful clicking sound. The bed creaks with your movements as you hug him properly and drop your face into the nape of his neck. Nose flat to his skin, you breathe in his smell, stroking the stretch of his chest with your hand.
He doesn't rouse. You don't want him to, content to be close to him and steal all of his body heat until he wakes. You're missing your jeans because denims not meant for sleeping but have otherwise retained your clothes. Everything aches and you're cold. Eddie's selfish with the blanket. Still, it's worth it to wake up next to him.
Eddie had called late and whispered down the line. "Hear me out," he'd said sheepishly. "Would you come over? I can't sleep, and I'm so tired it doesn't make sense. I- I miss you."
And while you'd already turned your gaze to the hallway in search of your shoes, you'd messed with him. "I don't know, handsome. It's really late."
"Just to sleep," he'd promised.
So you'd only slept. Eddie had kissed you, sluggish and sloven and slow, his lips leaving warmth over every bit of skin he could reach as you'd laid out on his chest and mumbled about your day, and then he'd fallen asleep and left you to stare at him in the dim light.
He's a pretty sleeper, even the morning after.
You would stare at him for hours but you really need to use the bathroom. You sit up and try not to wake him, groaning as you curl in on yourself. Your back whinges.
You turn this way and that, trying to release the tightness that's latched between your shoulders when suddenly small footsteps sound from the wall adjoining Roan's. Her bedroom door opens, a quiet squeal made loud from the trailer's relative silence. She only has to take a few steps before she's outside Eddie's room.
You pull the sheets over your naked legs just as she pushes the door open.
"Daddy," she says, rubbing her tired eyes with both fists, "can we have breakfast?"
You smooth down your hair uselessly and smile, trying to hide your nerves at having been found here. You're not sure how she's going to react.
Roan drops her hands and blinks at you, slow as a cat.
"I can make you breakfast," you say softly. Trying to earn her favour.
She doesn't react at all, really. She steps around your discarded jeans and grabs the mattress in small hands, trying to pull herself up into the bed with not much success. You help her instinctively, hands under her armpits because you're terrified of hurting her arms. You're expecting her to let you go of you as soon as she's on the bed, but she doesn't. Roan climbs straight into your lap and looks at you.
"You're here," she says hoarsely.
"Yeah, baby." You can't work out her mood.
She starts laughing and huffing, finally exicted to see you. It's a relief — you'd worried she didn't want you here from her lack of reaction.
"I was lonely in my house," you tell her, laughing too.
She nods, and then turns to you in her young wisdom and says, "I get lonely without daddy too."
"You do?"
"'Cos I miss him."
"When do you miss him? When you're at daycare?"
"Yes," she says, the 's' sound dragging. She's still dragging it when she drops her head into your chest, arms curling around your sides. "I miss you but you're here."
It sounds very profound, but she's just lacking the language skills to express herself. Luckily, you know what she means. She misses you but she doesn't have to right now, because you're actually here. Which implies...
"Roan, you miss me when you don't see me?" you ask. You probably shouldn't ask her. You're feeling self-indulgent.
"Yes. Daddy says it's okay."
"It's okay," you second, turning to look at your sleeping boyfriend with wide eyes. This is something they've talked about.
Eddie's not the only Munson who misses you when you're not around.
You wrap your arms around Roan's back and tug her up until her messy curls are tickling your neck. You tame her flyaways with your hand gently, a smile tugging at your lips.
"I miss you when I don't see you, too."
Roan lifts her head. She looks so much like Eddie if Eddie had a lovely pert nose. They both have those puppy brown eyes, pretty pink lips. You try to wipe some of the sleep out of her lashes and she moves away.
"You have a sleepy in your eye," you explain.
"Oh," she says. She giggles and lets herself back into your reach.
Roan let's you scratch the sleep out of the corners of her eyes. You pretend to wipe them in Eddie's back, to her amusement, and then slouch down onto your own back with a sigh. You leave space for her to lay between you and her dad and pat it encouragingly. She ignores you and lies flat on your torso instead.
She yawns wide. You catch it and yawn yourself, turning your face so she can't see your open mouth. Neck bared, Roan takes it as an opportunity to push her head into the gap and nuzzle you with her face.
Your chest starts to feel weird in the best way. Content. You place your hand over her back and trace a line up and down the tiny suggestions of her spine.
"What did you want for breakfast, princess?" you ask quietly.
"Um... maybe waffles with the syrup."
"Yeah? Golden or maple?"
"I don't know," she says, like you're being ridiculous.
"What one does dad usually put on it?"
"Just syrup."
You laugh with your lips pressed together, a hum. Everytime you breathe in one of her flyaways gets sucked toward your face, tickling your nose.
"They make strawberry syrup. Have you tried that?"
Roan yawns again, hot against your neck. "No... Grape syrup?"
"I don't think they make grape syrup. Maybe you can have grape jelly."
She makes a thoughtful sound and then grows silent. Weirdly, you think she weighs more once she falls asleep again, limp and languid over your chest, little hands pressed loosely to your sides. You neaten up her matching pajamas and loll your head to look at Eddie. He doesn't seem like he's going to wake up anytime soon. You've effectively trapped yourself.
You still need to pee.
It's not the worst fate in the world. You let Roan use you as a mattress and think of helpful things, like the Sahara dessert. Eventually, you doze.
Eddie turns onto his back to find his two favourite girls cuddling. It's the worst thing that's ever happened to him because he doesn't have a camera and he's also absurdly jealous. He can imagine how the situation came to pass quite easily; you and Roan adore one another.
Though he's still surprised. After all, it's mid-afternoon. By now Roan would've dragged him out of bed for cereal and the morning cartoons.
He pokes your cheek. You don't look very peaceful, less when you wake.
"Hey," he murmurs.
You move your bleary gaze to him and seem as though you're looking straight through him.
"How'd you get her to sleep in?" he asks. "She never let's me."
"She loves me more," you mumble, deadpan. You scrunch your eyes closed and then force them open, a real struggle that makes him feel very sorry for you, until you say, "Oh my god, I need to pee so badly."
"Pass her over," Eddie says.
You look down at the 'her' in question. "She's the cutest thing ever."
"She'll still be cute in five minutes, swears. I kept expecting her to get less cute, but no such luck."
"Yeah, you're super unlucky."
"Sarcasm," — he kisses your temple — "is the lowest form of wit. Now give me the girl."
You pass her over. Eddie tucks her into his chest and pats her back very carefully to stop her from waking up though she absolutely should be awake by now. The mattress springs whine as you curl onto your side and stand, stretching tall.
He won't lie and say he doesn't watch you leave but when you walk blindly into the doorframe he pretends not to see it, averting his gaze to the sleeping girl in his arms instead.
Your sarcasm might've been well-founded. After all, he feels pretty lucky. It's not everyday you have two pretty girls sleeping in your bed.
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december, 1985
eddie munson x fem!mayfield!reader
part one | part two | part three
warnings: mentions of weed, cursing, rated m for mature
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Between work, Max, and the everyday going-ons of life, you don’t make much time for your friends-turning-aquaintences.
Steve and Robin have yet to give up, inviting you to movie marathons and home games. Nancy yielded after the first few tries, likely too busy with her own life and her job with the newspaper. You don’t hold it against her—you two weren’t the closest to begin with. Trauma just does that to people. Brings them closer to those who probably wouldn’t have even noticed you all that much to begin with.
You rarely feel up to socializing these days and that’s your problem, no one else’s. Regardless, you always thank Steve and Robin for keeping at it, but they’re likely on the verge of figuring you out. There’s only so many excuses you can use before they realize it’s a losing game—the bad habit of distancing yourself from the people you care about most.
Max gets it from you. You know she does and God do you hate it. It’s one of the last things you wanted her mirroring.
Space was natural and well deserved after the mall incident. You don’t push her to leave her room or go out with her band of nerds when they call. You’re both still mourning when summer break comes to an end, and it only makes sense to want to wallow, to stay shriveled up in your depressed little cocoon until you have the strength to re-emerge as something new. Someone better.
But that’s usually not the case for most people.
The first month after the mall incident—when your mother is in the throes of divorce with your stepfather—you remain by Max’s side. She doesn’t have to tell you what she needs and neither do you. There’s comfort in just existing next to each other.
By the third month, you all are moved into the trailer. Mom is struggling and you have to get off your ass and help because you care more about protecting your family than dwindling away in what ifs.
Max resumes her disconsolate headspace. She barely eats, sleeps in until noon. There’s no solace in skating empty parking lots or kicking it with friends.
You’re there to hold her when the nightmares begin to drag her up from the depths of sleep.
“We were right there,” she sobs quietly into your chest one night. “I was right there when I could’ve done something.”
“I wouldn’t have let you,” you tell her, cheek against her head. “I wasn’t losing you, too, Max.”
As much as you feel the guilt eating away at you in your moments of solitude, you know there isn’t anything you two could have done. Billy was too far gone. Even within those few minutes of control, he was still sick. There was no way of knowing if all of it would have vanished with the Mindflayer’s demise.
Still, you find yourself often wondering if you really could have changed things. The only difference is the timeline. The words you wanted to say one day and the ones that you let replace them the next.
Slowly, you’re accepting that the past is just that, and if you want to move forward, you have to stop looking back.
Now you’re here—four months since your car broke down on the way home from work. Winter break is around the corner for Max. She has yet to leave her cycle of detachment from her pals, but she’s seeking therapy soon with the school counselor. They’ll meet after winter break and hopefully Max can realize something by talking to her.
You know it’s a long shot. She barely talks to you about how she’s feeling these days. It’s better than doing nothing. If you just sat and watched any longer, the stress was going to eat away at you.
She’s fighting against whatever is weighing her down, you know she is. You’d even thought she was getting better at one point. She was still talking to her boys every once in a while, though she and Lucas remained separated.
Those little kids you’d remembered carting around were all growing up. Freshmen in high school along with your baby sis. Crazy how you had only graduated two years ago.
Even crazier how Munson has yet to graduate himself.
You don’t hold it against him. Schooling is hell no matter if you’re a senior in high school or college. Everyone learns at their own pace—has other things to focus on besides calculus or why an author chose to include a bird in one scene.
It’s not like you were a straight A student throughout your school career. No valedictorian with letters sent off for some fancy college.
You have responsibilities in Hawkins, cursed or not. There’s no room for college in that. It’s not like you were aching to go. Maybe you used to, when you wanted to escape this small town and never look back. When you had something to run towards.
Worries then are a far cry of your worries now. Newly deemed of legal drinking age, you’re only just now allowed to be a real bartender but thank God your boss didn’t give a rat’s ass about the little details.
As long as you could make him a damn good old fashioned, he was happy. Therefore you’ve been illegally serving spirits since the summer began to fade. But now that your birthday has passed, you’re being pushed to get a license. No timeframe as of yet, but it’s sneaking up on you, you’re sure if that.
For now, you’re still serving your mixed drinks and neat shots without any problem. You’re back to the usual schedule every week—Tuesdays being a part of it.
The first shift back, you had to hold in a laugh when he walked through the doors. It was like a deer in the headlights when he found you across the room. All too quickly it switched to that troublesome smirk he was known for.
Dumbass, you’d thought, fond enough to nod to him in greeting before taking another order from the local alcoholic at the end of the bar.
“Well, well, well,” he’d said, saddling over to you once you were free and wiping down glasses.
With an elbow perched on the dark wood, there he went batting those dark eyelashes again.
“Look who’s returned from her heroic quest. At last we meet again, California.”
“Heroic quest?”
He shrugs, thanking you as you toss him a chilled bottle of water.
“Filling in for a sick employee? Sounds pretty heroic to me.”
“I’m the only other bartender, Munson,” you scoffed. “It’s called logic.”
He sticks to his prime socializing after that. He gets so into it some nights your manager barks at him to get back on stage. He always winks in farewell, carrying himself back to his band of misfits.
It’s likely due to the whole distancing yourself from your only friends, but you grow soft on Munson in the passing months. He has a penchant of making you feel normal again. The days stop blurring together with his company, and you have more to look forward to than Max’s good days.
Under the strange comfort he brings, there’s a ticking reverberating through your skin.
Every once in a while you get a feeling in the back of your head, a whisper that you aren’t alone. PTSD probably. Just a new thing to get over.
The discomfort has been building steadily. You take to listening to your walkman frequently instead of the echoing silence. Max eyes it more often and you make a promise to yourself that by Christmas she’ll wake up to her favorite candy and a new walkman in her stocking—a better version than yours.
“I’ll give you a ride today,” you say when she’s brushing her teeth in the cramped bathroom.
She glances up at you in the mirror, seemingly caught off guard.
“The bus is about to be here,” she counters, thumb raising.
“I’m off today. I don’t mind.”
Since it’s so early you can grab her something to eat on the way. There’s a little cafe you and her used to frequent before money became tight. You have enough tips saved up from the last week to get her what she wants.
She sighs and spits the froth of toothpaste from her mouth but doesn’t reject the offer.
You can tell a bad mental day is looming as she mutters, “Sure, whatever.”
“Hey,” you keep your voice soft but not overly affectionate lest you scare her further into herself, “you wanna borrow my walkman today?”
Her shoulders scrunch up around her shoulders, hand curling over the sink counter as she stares down.
“Yeah,” she murmurs, “thanks.”
“I’ll go put your favorite tape in.”
After her favorite drink and a breakfast sandwich, she’s brighter that morning, Kate Bush on repeat in her ears as you drive with the windows down; it’s warmer out today. The AC is still busted, so no heat on chillier mornings, but your baby is driving like a dream after her hardships.
Munson’s uncle had refused any payment after rummaging around the engine, but he gladly accepted half of a dinner casserole later that evening.
He’s a kind man, just like his nephew.
Watching Max head into hellhole high for a day full of education and teen angst, you shift in your seat as someone calls your name.
Turning your head further back, you find Dustin waving feverishly from the sidewalk, Mike hoisting up a hand shortly beside him. The boy’s a beanstalk now and Dustin’s baby cheeks are almost kaput.
“Hey guys,” you call through the open window. “Have a good day at school!”
“Yeah, thanks, mom!” teases Dustin, him and Mike laughing as you smile and toss them a bird.
The duo goes off after that, falling into line with the throng of students filing inside. You’re glad to see them. They look happy enough.
Hovering your hand over your gear stick as the doors close behind the students, you nearly shit yourself as something bangs against the roof of the car.
Whipping your head left, you find a familiar sickening smile staring you in the face.
“Fucking hell, Munson!” you say sourly.
His hands fall from your roof to curling over the window sill, silver rings clinking against the material as he chuckles and apologizes.
“Are you trying to break my car again?”
He gives a dramatic back-of-the-throat scoff, expression offended.
“You ask like I broke it the first time.”
“Maybe you did.” You raise a brow at him, feigning suspicion. “You sabotaging my girl, neighbor?”
“Me?” he says all high-pitched and wide-eyed and laying a hand over his chest—another band t-shirt you’ve barely heard of. “Never. What do you take me for?”
“Trouble.”
You both grin at one another as the first bell of the day rattles in the background.
“Don’t you have class?” you ask when he has yet to move. He tosses his head back at the question, drumming against your car.
“Technically, yeah. But it’s almost winter break.”
“True, but you’re not quite there yet,” you detail. “Still a week out.”
He points at you, leaning down closer. The smell of aftershave and the slightest hint of cigarette wafts.
“Still close nonetheless.”
“Get to class, Munson,” you say, smiling as you put your car into drive. “I know you’re gunning to finally ditch this place once and for all so go earn that diploma. Maybe I’ll make you something special at the Hideout after graduation.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” His lips pull together, puckering as his head slowly sways to the right. He scratches idly at his nose as he stares somewhere off to the side. “You should…come by later.”
You pause your foot before it leaves the break, glancing up at him unimpressed.
“C’mon,” he says, cheeks wrinkling with how big his smile is. “You’re miss California—I know you’ve smoked before.”
A cool breeze whips through your windows. You shiver as it slips down the back of your neck.
“I have a sister to take care of, you know.”
“It’ll be later later. I have Hellfire today. Midnight at the earliest.”
Hellfire. His club rumored cult. It’s bound to be fun since Dustin and Mike are a part of it. Max will never admit it, but she’s peeked through the window a few times. Just to tell you how stupid it is, of course.
You bite the inside of your cheek, ruminating the proposal.
It had been a good while since you’d smoked, and if you’re being honest with yourself you did miss the high that comes with good company and weird subject matter. Eddie is all that and more. It’d be an interesting session for sure.
You’ll admit you’re scared of what his underlying offer is. If you’re willing to take that next step in this sort of blossoming friendship. Something that could easily turn into something else if you let it.
If you want it.
“What’s a little fun, huh?” A deep, knowing voice whispers in your ear.
Your gut wrenches as you grip the steering wheel. You look at your passenger seat, hopeful.
It’s empty.
A clock bellows once in the distance as you stare at the seat. You could have sworn the bell already rang, but this is too distorted. Too twisted.
“I mean, like, call it an early Christmas gift or whatever,” Eddie rattles on, staring over the car roof and completely missing the full body wince that blows through you as an eerie presence shifts through your head. “Just think it’d be better than getting glared at by your manager when I talk too long between song breaks. What’s up his ass anyway?”
He laughs and looks back at you. The smile wipes clean off his face as you stare blankly at the seat next to you.
“Hey, Mayfield, you good?”
“Huh?” you ask, head moving towards him. Your eyes don’t follow, staying put on the empty space. It’s the first time he’s ever seen you scared or something a few levels below that. It’s bordering on distressed, at least.
“Listen,” he starts, losing all the bravado as he takes his hands off the car. “I’m not forcing you or whatever. Just a friendly invite. No strings attached, but, like, I get it. Okay?”
Maybe he was looking too far into this. With you talking to him more and the increasing encounters…
He shakes his head, blowing lip bubbles as he waves a hand at you and starts off. He tries to be carefree, unbothered.
“Forget it. Don’t worry about it.”
Stupid, fuck! Of course she wouldn’t—
“Eddie.”
His heart stumbles, breath quivers.
Munson he’s used to—freak even more so. But not Eddie, especially from you.
He turns back, attempting to keep the hope off his face as he shoves his hands into his back pockets.
“Yeah?”
“As long as Max is asleep—and my mom—I’ll drop by,” you say, and that, yeah, that’s reasonable. He agrees with that. Better than the alternative.
“Sure. Cool, yeah. See you then,” he says, rounding the hood. He trips over a rock or some shit and he swears he hears you laugh, but when he glances over his shoulder your car is already going by. You wave.
He returns it, blowing out a long breath as he watches your car turn out of the school lot.
When you’re out of reach, he fist pumps and jumps clear of the ground.
He bounces with every step as he drags himself to class with what’s likely the biggest smile he’s ever worn when walking into English.
“What’re you grinning about, freak?”
He doesn’t pay the guy any attention, staring up at the stained ceiling panels with a racing heart as he leans back in his desk.
God, no one would ever believe him if he said he had a date with you. Not now and definitely not two years ago when you came rolling down the halls hot off the California dream.
He’s pretty sure the first thing that ran through his mind when you strutted into his first period is the exact same thing going through his head now.
I’m so fucked.
And he was. He still is. You’re the most beautiful thing to come to Hawkins (his guitar is obviously the second).
Maybe if he hadn’t been so much of a coward he would have tried to hang out with you sooner. He knew a good few who had tried in your school days, but once word spread of you being asked out the guy always showed up the next day with a black eye or a bruised lip. They never looked twice at you after that.
He knows it wasn’t you. For all your wildness and tough girl act, you’re not someone to beat down on a guy for asking for your number. He’s seen the softer sides—moments when you fed a stray kitten during a free period or stood up for a peer when shit started going down behind the teacher’s back.
Hell, you fed him and his uncle just to give something back for their good deeds. You still do every once in a while.
“Made too much” is your biggest excuse.
You’re one of the good ones. He’s always known that.
And, yeah, he’ll admit your looks drew him in first as well as your origins. But now that he’s really gotten the chance to share some time with you, he just can’t get enough. He wants to know more.
He wants to know you.
Hopefully, tonight, he’ll get the chance.
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Mom went straight to bed after eating leftovers from dinner. Max keeps you company in the living room, headphones on and eyes skirting over homework. She’s already dressed for bed after a shower, a massive t-shirt swallowing her whole.
You’re nursing a particularly bad headache, the TV on low as you lay back with a bag of frozen peas over your forehead. You’d taken some medicine for it, but the pills have yet to kick in.
Sighing, you glance down at your wristwatch. It’s getting close to midnight.
Max shuffles her papers into a binder and back into her bag on her left. As she gets to her feet, she throws the headphones down around her neck and looks at you.
“I’m heading to bed. You coming?”
“Nah. I’m gonna stay up a bit longer.” You stretch your legs and pull the defrosted peas from your head, rolling over onto your feet. “Sweet dreams.”
“Night.”
You make your way to the kitchen, shoving the vegetables back into the freezer. The sound of your bedroom door shutting echoes over the mumble and jumble of the current show on. Nerves start to claim you as the minutes tick down.
Grabbing a glass, you feel it with tap water and take a long sip, leaning against the kitchen counter. It groans at your weight and you stare down at the lousy flooring. Your sleep shorts come into view, leaving you iffy if it’s appropriate to show up in them and an old t-shirt. You’re not trying to impress anyone, fishing for comfort more than anything.
You’re beginning to wonder if it’s still a good idea getting closer to Eddie. He’s a good guy, bad business dealings aside, but do you have it in you to deal with that? You can’t afford to mess around. Max and your mom are under enough duress as is.
If he somehow drags you into a shitshow, you’re the one who’s going to have to suffer the consequences.
Don’t you deserve to live a little, though? You work almost everyday, never resting. Hell, you took the day off today because you didn’t feel all that well. Migraines have been a pain recently and Patricia was dying to take any of your shifts as you'd done for her.
It’s fine, you grip the glass in your hand, I’m allowed to have fun.
Finishing your water, you turn off all the lights save for one lamp and make for the door, grabbing your jacket off the wall hook.
Hesitating, you glance back at your closed bedroom door and sigh heading back to the kitchen to grab a paper and pen.
Scribbling down a note to Max or your mom, whoever finds it first, you give a bullshit excuse about going to Robin’s for a late night marathon. She’d bring you back before Max left for school.
With those footsteps covered, you open the front door quietly and close it with just as much caution.
You make yourself comfortable on the steps, staring across the lot where Eddie’s trailer lies alone in the dark. Crossing your arms, you watch your breath come out in white clouds.
You recall Munson’s uncle working night shifts somewhere, leaving your neighbor with no curfew and no supervision. You don’t have either—you’re a little too old for them—but parents still get worried. And uncles, you suppose.
It has you wondering if he knows about the whole drug dealing aspect of his nephew.
The rove of tires has you lifting your head from where it’d drifted into your hands. Spotting that chaotic van, it shreds down the driveway of the trailer park and into its usual parking space. You can hear the metal head music from where you’re sitting, unapologetically loud and bringing a smile to your lips.
The headlights turn off, engine going silent as Eddie kicks open his door and steps out with grace. Slamming it, you watch him expel his breath into the air and turn in your direction. You wave a hand. He spots you even in the dark.
A chuckle pops up your throat as he comes skipping over, stopping at the dirt road to exaggerate looking both directions before continuing on his merry way.
“Free from responsibility, Mayfield?” he teeters at the end of your small porch. You rise to meet him, catching his eyes as they drop to your legs. “Jesus, aren’t you cold?”
“You have me for an hour or two, Munson,” you tell him, ignoring the latter question. “I still work tomorrow.”
He nods, raising his hands in a yielding gesture before waving to his abode.
“Shall we?”
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You haven’t laughed like this in almost a year. It hurts to laugh this hard for this long but it feels good, freeing.
You about your piss yourself within all that freedom when Eddie flicks the lighter so hard it goes flying out of his hand.
“My hands are too sweaty for this shit,” he giggles, pushing off the couch he’s leaning against on the floor.
Setting his joint down on the nearby table where he’d rolled it fresh for the two of you, he twists to face the couch. You move a bit to give him room since you’re next to him on the floor, watching as he stoops lower to the carpet to find the tool. You do your best not to eye the red briefs peeking out of the back of his pants, a wave of heat hitting you.
That shouldn’t be attractive.
“The fuck? Did this little shit just mosey on into the ethereal plain?”
“Munson. Stop talking or I will die,” you huff, eyes burning from so many hits and so many tears. Wherever he’d gotten the stash, it was a hell of a strain. “What the fuck is an ethereal plain?”
“You want me to be quiet or answer your question—ah HA.”
He comes up from his crouched position next to you, lighter in hand and grin triumphant. His hair is an absolute mess around his face.
“Is it part of your club game?” you ask, only partly teasing as he gets comfortable again. He doesn’t lean against the couch this time, fine with just sitting there with one leg propped up and facing you.
He flicks the lighter up again, flame flickering as he grabs the half-burnt joint.
“That ‘club game’ is called Dungeons and Dragons, sweetheart.”
You smooth a hand over your stomach when it flutters, curl your fingers in the aftermath—a stinging tracing down the seams of your heart. The term of endearment is a familiar one as well as the sight of nice lips blowing out a thick cloud of smoke. You watch as he tugs another into his lungs.
“DnD for the real ones,” he breathes, white spiraling away into wisps.
“Are you a real one?” you hum, deflecting the jittery feeling climbing up your spine.
“Baby, I’m the DM,” he flaunts, wagging his hand like the old gossiping girls at fourth period lunch. “You don’t get as real as me.”
“Wow,” you shake your head, “where does all that ego go? Is it the hair? Is that why it’s so long?”
“Oh, the ladies dig the hair.”
“Do they?”
He wrinkles his nose at you, a thin smile as he whispers, “Kills ‘em.”
“Choking hazard for sure.”
It sounds like he pops a lung with his next laugh and you groan at the cramps in your abdomen as you chuckle along with him.
“I’m gonna have abs by the end of this. Jesus Christ.”
“Ooh, that’s a nice image.”
You eye him from the side, terribly interested.
“You like a woman with abs, Munson?”
Eyes wide and lips quirked up, he falls to his back with his bent knees facing you. Wild, dark strands of hair spread behind him as his arms come up to give his head some cushioning. His eyes close and yours are more open than ever.
You're just now realizing he’s taken off his signature jacket. His arms are bare, sleeves short on his t-shirt, it’s even riding up a bit, showcasing a small trail of hair leading up to his belly button. He has a few freckles here and there, some on his arms, one on his lower waist.
“Badass women are a weakness, I must admit.”
You blink out of whatever observation tunnel you’re going down, looking away and trying to get back on the subject.
“Shit, better stay away from Wheeler then,” you say, nearly stuttering in your haste to respond.
“You mean Nancy Wheeler?” he cackles, tilting his head down a bit to look up at you. “In what world is the head writer of the school newspaper a badass?”
You roll your eyes, secrets bubbling in your cheeks as you smile through the ache.
“Oh, if only you knew.”
“Did she—what—like, save you from a stick up?” You snort as he flings himself up, hands holding onto his covered calves. His rings flash in the light. “Come on, I’ve gotta hear this.”
“She just knows how to handle herself. And she looked after my sister a few times.”
“Oh, yes.” He nods, those brown eyes swallowing you in. “The baddest of all asses.”
Both of you take all of a second looking at each other before erupting into another fit of laughter.
“That was completely—I didn’t think it’d sound like that when I said it.”
“I’m gonna hyperventilate, oh my god,” you wheeze, combing your hair back as heat works up your neck. The distraction presents itself and you take to pulling it out of your face, using a stray hairband on your wrist to put it up.
When silence breathes into the room, you eye Munson. From what it looks like, he’s been eying you, too, chin on his knees as his gaze flits from your neck to your face.
“Too stuffy for you, California?” he murmurs. “I can open a vent.”
“Aren’t you hot? You have more hair than I do.”
“Ehh, I handle my hotness quite well, actually.”
Your scoff enters the air as Munson takes another hit. When he offers, your fingers rub over his as you accept.
“So how is it?”
You twiddle the joint, leaning back against the couch as you take a few puffs.
“How’s what?” you sigh, white clouding your vision. “The weed?”
“Yeah.”
“Smooth,” you hum, “very strong. Probably one of the best highs I’ve had since California.”
“Good because my guy got another guy to get this special little stash from there.”
Your jaw drops as you look at him.
“No shit?”
“I shit you not,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “Only the best for the oh so marvelous Mayfield.” He waves an open palm at you, half bowing.
“You trying to rope me into being your next client?”
His brow furrows, a wry little smile tugging at the corner of his lips like the strings do on his inked arm puppet. It’s a dangerous look.
“Who says I’m wanting you as a client?”
The way he says it, the way he words it, you know this is where things change or things end.
You’re not blind—you know Eddie is attracted to you, though, you can’t know for sure how far that goes. If he’s just wanting a fling, a fuck buddy, or more.
You don’t even know what you want half the time.
But as he’s sitting there, elbow propped over one knee as the other falls open to reveal more of those skinny ripped jeans and waist chains, dark bracelets adorning his wrist and those damn rings.
Maybe you don’t really know where you’re aiming to go with him, but you can just want him and figure out the rest later. Something tells you he’ll be patient, that he’ll take what you give for now.
After all, what guy waits four months chatting you up without leveling you with the big, bad question?
You take the bait he’s giving—decide what the hell, you can play along for tonight and from the few reactions you get out of teasing him, he makes it too fun not too.
Honestly, you don’t think you mind seeing where this goes. Your life has been stagnant the last few months since the latest and greatest Upside Down shit. For all of it you’ve felt like some coma patient, listening, existing but not being.
Maybe he’ll change that. He already has in some ways.
“You know what you’re getting into, right?” you warn, pressing your palm into the ground to support you as you lean closer towards him.
You watch his lips part to suck in a quiet breath, eyes zeroing in on your lips.
“This might not end the way you want it to,” you whisper. “I have more on my plate than you know.”
“Then hand me a slice,” he mutters, gaze meeting yours. You never knew how pretty brown could be, having always been caught up in blue. “I’m willing to risk it, Mayfield.”
He leans in.
“You just gotta let me in.”
Your head lowers, gaze roving to your wrist watch. It’s halfway to three in the morning, you have work at one. You have to be back before Max wakes up, if she hasn’t already.
Stop being responsible for two seconds. This is about you and what you want.
You blink as a finger tip nudges between your eyes and smile at Munson’s crinkle-eyed grin.
“What’re you thinking about?”
“Trying to not think, for once,” you huff.
“Oh,” he hums, all sultry-like as his brows bounce. “Anything I can do to help with that?”
“Alright,” you say, focus lowering to his mouth. “Just remember you asked for it, Munson.”
He goes to give a no doubt smart ass remark, but your hand is quick to wrap around the back of his neck and yank him the inch or to forward to bring his lips against yours.
It’s been so long, too long since you’ve had a mouth to laugh against and warm hands to roam.
All of it being during the best high of your life keeps things elevated, heightened. One of his hands digs into your hair, leaving your spine quivering. The other grabs your waist, grip strong and steady.
He drags you closer, straightening his legs until you're climbing into his lap. You groan as the hand on your waist slips under your shirt. A giggle slips between the kiss when he grabs a bit too tightly and from there he’s pulling back to give you an open mouth smile.
“Are you ticklish?”
“I will kill you,” you growl, still smiling. You wince in his lap when he goes to grab you again.
“Okay, okay,” he chuckles, going for your lips. You’ve barely brushed his when he begins the assault, breaking you into a screeching fit as you twist and try to escape his wiggling fingers.
“Stop-stop!” you laugh, one of his arms wrapping around you as you turn to go. He tosses you back onto him without any trouble, flexing your weak sides as he laughs into your ear.
“You’re just too fucking perfect,” he murmurs, attack ceasing.
You’re catching your breath as he kisses your cheek, hands holding onto the arm resting over your stomach. You’d already been burning up before, but now you’re on fire with him behind you—under you.
“Now I’m really gonna have to kill you,” you sigh, looking over your shoulder. He hums, resting his cheek against it. You almost hate how much you like feeling him breathe against your back.
“Make it quick?” he asks softly.
“Slow and painful.”
“God, don’t tease me like this,” he groans dramatically, toppling back onto the ground and nearly bringing you with him.
You take the newly gained freedom to twist around and straddle him, sitting right above his waist. He rests his hand over your hips while you dip a finger into his shirt collar, trailing against the flushed skin beneath it.
A shaky exhale has you leaning over Munson, smiling down at him as he grins toothily up at you.
“Listen, I know it’s a long shot,” he starts, voice edging into a rough territory near the back of his throat. It has your thighs clenching on either side of him. “But depending on how far we go or don’t go, stay the night? Please?”
You shake your head, sighing.
“I’ll set an alarm,” he bargains, sitting up onto his elbows, enough to get his face close, tempting you. “They’ll never know you were gone.”
“Eddie,” you sigh, screwing your eyes shut. You only open them when his hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb wiping under the softest part of your eye.
“You know,” he chuckles, mirthless, “every time I hear you say my name, it—”
He shakes his head like he can’t find the words.
“Use it,” he says, blinking up at you. “Use it as much as you want. I love hearing it.”
The expression he wears looks yearnful, begging. You move in, barely a centimeter and he inhales, wets his bottom lip as he glances off to the side.
You feel like strangling him because the longer you stare at him, the more he’s dragging you under.
You want him, you know that.
Now you’re scared of how much you do.
“Can I tell you something?” he whispers, the hand cupping your face having moved to trail down your arm.
You swallow and nod.
“It’s gonna sound generic as hell, but I’ve been trying to work up the courage to talk to you before you even graduated.”
Your eyes widen. You whisper, “Really?”
“Yeah,” he smiles, leaning closer as if to tell you another secret, “you know the whole school was crushing on you, right?”
You roll your eyes and scoff but he interrupts you.
“No, seriously. Every guy, I swear to God or whatever the hell is up there, but, like”—he shrugs, almost breathless as he continues—“you just walked into that school and pierced every heart then and there.”
“Even yours?”
A puff of air escapes him.
“Especially mine. I thought I was hallucinating when I woke up one morning and saw you across the street, getting into your car for work or something. My uncle l thought I was having a stroke.”
You laugh full heartedly at that, tugging at his collar because you have no idea what to do with your hands right now.
“Not sure what you’re wanting from me,” he murmurs, “but I’ll try to give you whatever you want. If you wanna be kiss buddies—”
“Kiss buddies?” you chuff.
“If you’re just looking for company, I’ll be that,” he finishes. “I like you, Mayfield. Don’t let that change your mind about whatever this,” he gestured between the two of you, “is. Hell, I’m just stoked you let me help you out when old Bessy died.”
“Please, do not call her Bessy,” you snort. “She's old, but she isn’t a cow.”
He lets out something weaker than a giggle, nudges his forehead against yours.
“Stay,” he pleads. “I like having you around. You’re like this piece of the world I don’t get to see in Hawkins.”
He hums, his nose grazing yours.
“My own little California.”
You feel like you just swallowed your heart whole, as if it’s sliding down, trying to get back to its cavity and choking you with its rampant pulse.
“Okay.” The word manages to squirm out of your lodged throat.
“Okay?” he breathes, more than hopeful.
You nod.
“I’ll stay, but I need to get up at five. Mom gets up at six.”
“Whatever you want.”
You take a deep breath, moving your head to bury it into his neck.
“Tired?”
You’re not sure why, but the question has your eyes watering. You shut them as tightly as you can, “mm-hmm”ing against him.
“C’mon, I have a pillow with your name on it.”
The sheets smell fresh when you climb into his bed, the pillow, too. Since it’s your first time in his room, you take all the decorations in, the warm light of his lamp lighting the space while he changes in the background. You do your best not to stare at his bare back, but you only really look away when you hear his fly unzip.
Turning onto your back, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
“Munson, are those handcuffs?”
There’s some shuffling for a moment before he jumps onto the mattress next to you, making your body hop up with his weight. You squeak at the surprise, letting that laugh escape as he beams down at you. The new t-shirt is a band you recognize—KISS. Jeans replaced for soft plaid.
“Why?” he asks mischievously. “You wanna test drive them?”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Oh, they’re unused?”
He winks, settling into the bed beside you and turning to fiddle with the alarm clock next to his bed.
“Believe it or not, a cop managed to drop them during this huge scene in the school parking lot. I snagged ‘em.”
“What happened in the parking lot?”
“Just another stupid fight over a girl. You know how it is.”
When the lamp light goes off, you just barely make out his face in the weak light of the moon peeking in through the curtains as he faces you.
“Comfy?” he questions.
You shimmy closer and grab his arm to wrap around your side.
“Now I am.”
You hum happily as he kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck.
“Munson,” you warn.
“Just kissing you goodnight, Mayfield,” he returns. You’re too tired to argue. It feels nice anyway.
“Night,” he murmurs, pulling back.
You move your head up and under his chin, taking in his heavy scent before you whisper, “Sweet dreams.”
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Waking up is total and utter hell. Your head feels stuffed full of cotton, eyes stinging when you open them. You almost think you’re sick before you recognize the exhaustion drowning you.
Yeah, only a couple hours of sleep will do that to a person.
The alarm blaring in the back of your head doesn’t sound right, but when you focus everything floods back when you find a pile of dark strands scattered across your chest.
Attached to them is a dozing Eddie, who snores lightly through the alarm.
Grinning, you scoot over a bit, struggling to reach the button and end the horrific screeches.
Eddie mumbles, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you in place. Luckily, your finger grazes the right button and silence settles over the space once more.
“Eddie I have to go,” you groan, trying to sit up. All of his weight keeps you pinned and his grumbling has you laughing. “Munson! Get your hands off me so I can leave.”
He lifts his head from your chest, eyes hazy with sleep as he opens them.
“No,” he says, dropping himself back down.
Scoffing, you get your legs out from under him and find some good footing before rolling him onto his back. He groans quietly, chuckling as you kneel over him. The sheets and blankets are tangled around the both of you.
“Damn. You’re stronger than I thought,” he puffs.
“I’m going,” you say, kissing his forehead and pushing off the mattress. You don’t get far because his hands come up to hold your face.
You growl his surname again before he covers your lips with his. It’s sweet, all lips and warm.
When he pulls away he stares up at you, still bleary-eyed but he looks so painfully happy it has your chest aching.
“Be seeing you, Miss California.”
God, he makes it hard to want to leave.
Wiping his hair out of his eyes, you give him one last forehead kiss before you untangle yourself from the covers and make for the door.
Closing it quietly behind you, you breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of his uncle’s door closed. You’re not sure if he’s home or not, yet, but it’s a better sight than none.
Running a hand through your hair, you step past the kitchen towards the front door. The smell of coffee has you pausing before you turn to find Mr. Munson leaning against the counter and staring at you over the rim of his mug.
You just watch, stock-still as he swallows and lowers the cup. Everything in your body grows tense.
“Glad it’s you,” he rumbles, nodding. “Any other girl and I’d be worried.”
Your shoulders relax as he offers you a cup of coffee. You decline but thank him. Maybe next time.
“Have a good day now,” he farewells, turning to the sink as you open the door and head out.
Awkward as hell, you’ll admit, but at least he seems to like you.
Back home, you find your letter in the same spot you left it. You take it as a good sign and crumble it up before tossing it in the trash.
Max is still asleep when you step into the room and just as you’re settling down into your own, cold bed, your mom’s alarm clock sounds off across the short hall.
You let yourself breathe easy and turn on your side to get some more sleep.
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heytherejulietx · 2 years
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Self indulgent because I'm still sick. Eddie taking care of reader who got sick but refuses to acknowledge it until they literally can't function because they've been up all night and not able to sleep because they feel so bad
thank you for the request my love! i’m sorry you’re still feeling so sick i hope you feel better soon :( ily lots xx
tw - mentions of sickness and medication , unedited
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“Babe, it’s not that I don’t want to see you or anything, but what the hell are you doing here?”
Eddie’s face was a perfect example of extreme worry. He was staring at her with wide eyes, the warm brown clouded with his concern. One of his hands hovered over her upper arm, like he was afraid that touching her would hurt her. It was almost sweet, how much he cared for her, if it wasn’t for the fact that she wanted him to wrap her up in his arms until she fell asleep with ease.
Her headache pulsed behind her already swollen eyes, and when she blinked it was sore heavy eyelids that made it hard to keep her eyes open.
“I always come over on Fridays.” She told him, frowning. Had he really forgotten?
Eddie just stood there in the doorway of his trailer, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Eventually he gave up on whatever he was going to say and just stepped aside to let her in, a warm hand against her lower back as she stepped through the door. “On the couch. There’s a blanket there. When was the last time you ate and drank something? Can you have some painkillers?”
She blinked at him tiredly as she collapsed into his sofa, legs curled underneath her thighs as she tipped her head back. “M’fine Eds, it’s just a headache.”
A headache that had her awake for the entire night with a pulsing headache that she felt throughout her entire head, which felt like it was completely filled with water. She was so tired and so irritated and in so much pain that she wanted nothing more than to curl up with Eddie and sleep off the headache sent from hell. She already felt much more relaxed in his trailer.
“Just a headache? Bullshit,” his hand was slightly cool against her forehead where he placed it, and she sighed softly as she relaxed into his touch. He pulled his hand from her forehead, though before she could frown he cupped the back of her neck instead, and it took all she had to not just completely melt there and then. “Angel?” Her eyes were heavy, so it took a bit of effort to look up at him. “I think you’re sick, okay?”
She frowned at him. “No, I just didn’t get much sleep,” she sighed, and couldn’t help it when her eyes shut again. “Just need to sleep it off.”
Eddie didn’t say anything for a moment, and instead he helped lower her head down against one of the couch cushions with the hand behind her neck, and once she had completely laid down he covered her with a blanket. Her eyes were so heavy, and she felt comfortable for the first time in days.
“Eddie?” He hummed, hand still behind her neck. It was cool against her skin and felt really nice. “I’m not in the way here? ‘Cos I can just go to your room.”
“No that’s alright sweetheart, just get some rest here, ‘kay?”
She nodded, and snuggled a little further into his hand. It took her minutes and she was asleep.
It was the same cool hand that woke her up, against her cheek where his thumb left kind strokes.
“C’mon angel, I’m sorry, I know you’re tired.”
She was terribly groggy by the time she managed to squint her eyes open, and through her blurred vision she could see that Eddie was knelt in front of the couch. Her head felt just as bad, and she couldn’t breathe through her nose. If it wasn’t for his hand that tucked the blanket higher up her body whilst his thumb stroked her cheekbone, she surely would have cried.
“You can go back to sleep in a moment, baby, I just need you to take these okay?” In his hand he held a small pot of pills, and she just nodded slightly with a slight smile.
One of his arms slotted around her to help her sit up slightly before he dropped two pills into her hand, and grabbed a bottle of water not a moment later. She pushed the pills past her lips and Eddie lifted the bottle to her mouth, ever so gentle. She sighed as she laid back down a moment later, exhausted.
“Once you’ve had some more sleep I can make you some soup, okay?“
She hummed, because that really did sound lovely, and gently pushed her fingers between his as he took her hand.
“I ran to the store when you were asleep to get anything you might need, so don’t be afraid to ask if you want something. I almost bought out the whole store.”
She smiled slightly as her eyes fell shut again, fingers still squeezed between his.
Eddie’s lips were pressed to her forehead a moment later, soft and completely loving. “I love you, angel.”
She smiled, already dozing off. “Love y’too.”
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teddyeyeseddie · 7 months
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Never Let It Drop
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★ Eddie x Reader
★ CW: Drug Use, Marijuana, the death of a cart, a funeral
★ A/N: I wrote this for my beloved @lofaewrites when she mentioned she needed a funeral for her cart preached by Eddie Munson. Thus ensued. I really hope you enjoy it my lovely darling lo, I love you to the moon and back <3)
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Eddie went through all the rules when he bought you your first pen, something he had gifted you when you complained of aches and pains that seemed to plague you on the daily. 
There weren’t many, just the basic “be careful” and “call me if you need me” sort of direction. But the one, golden rule Eddie really hammered home- never let it drop. 
“Yeah- Never let it drop- Carts are glass, it would be a real shame to drop one and send 40 dollars down the drain,”  he mumbles as he screws the cart into your new device. 
He takes a few puffs from it, testing it out before offering it to you. You inevitably cough, Eddie coaching you on how to hit it, finally giving up and hitting the pen himself. 
He leans over, lips ghosting yours as he exhales the smoke into your mouth. It’s easier to tolerate this way, the smoke not as hard on your throat and lungs. 
You eventually get the hang of it, confidently taking puffs on your own.
You felt a little like a baby stoner, watching Eddie power through a blunt and seem unfazed had your mind thoroughly fucked, the man was like a freight train.
A few hits off the pen? You were good for a good while. Eddie loved it though, loved how you giggled more and rambled about things important to you- and he loved how cheap it was to smoke you out. 
You’re in Eddie’s trailer one evening, waiting for him to get home from work, Wayne long gone as he went on a date Eddie had set him up on. 
You’re relaxed on his bed, notebook in hand as you finish up your English 2040 homework.. You’d had classes all morning so you hadn’t seen Eddie all day, so to say you were excited when you heard the front door open was an understatement. You hop up from your place on the bed, pencil and papers flying as you practically run to the front door.
You round the corner, peeking out the hallway and standing in the kitchen.
“Hi peaches,” he muses, smiling widely when he sees you.
“Kiss me like you miss me?” you mumble sweetly, shifting from foot to foot.
“Well c’mere,” he holds his arms out, you launching yourself into them, allowing yourself to be held by the man as he leans down to catch your lips in a sweet kiss. 
“You able to hold down the fort without me?” he questions as he makes his way past you and towards the kitchen- not before he places another soft kiss to your forehead. 
You nod sweetly, mouth turning upwards into a soft smile while you watch Eddie pull his tin lunch box in front of him. He looks over at you, playfully rolling his eyes when he realizes you’re stoned. 
“Been hittin’ the pen?” he questions as he transfers some bud into his grinder, looking back up at you with a cheeky smile on his face.
“Don’t make fun of me Eds, know how easy it is to get me high,” he gets up from his place at the kitchen table, pulling you into him and looking down at you.
“Baby- Peaches, I’d never,” he feigns the heartbreak, his hand on his chest as if you had actually wounded him.
“Go get out of your stinky clothes, I’ll start dinner,” you playfully smack his chest, he ignores it and leans down and kisses you anyways. 
He retreats to the bedroom, coveralls slung low on his hips as he makes his way into your shared bedroom. 
You hear Eddie suck in a breath through his teeth, a dramatic little thing he does when something not that serious happens. You roll your eyes as you turn to the cupboards to find something to cook Eddie. 
“Peaches- what did I tell you was the first rule of having a pen? I found this on the floor” he states, hands on his hip as he holds the now shattered cart and luckily okay pen in his hand. 
“Fuuuuuck- Eddie I am so sorry- I-I’ll buy us a new cart, I just got paid. I know you like to use it when we are out and you can't smoke real bud-” he cuts you off. 
“Babe- Baby it’s okay,” he rushes out, digging in his lunchbox and pulling out a fresh new cart. 
“Knew this was gonna happen- kept a spare for when it broke or ran out,” you smile up at him, a wave of relief washing over you when you realize he wasn’t mad at you for breaking something so expensive. 
“But first-” he fake sniffles, retreating to his bedroom and returning with a small matchbox, placing the cart inside and offering a salute as he places it on the table. 
“We must lay him to rest-” Eddie states matter of factly, “We had a good man die, we can’t just let him go to the trash,” 
You giggle, the weed coursing through your body making the whole thing that much funnier.
He marches to the front door, handing you one of his jackets as he heads outside with a spoon, a spoon. 
He digs in the dirt by the front door, luckily unthawed from the cold winter you had just had. He forms a perfect little hole to place the matchbox inside, setting it inside and wiping a fake tear from his eye before covering the box with the dirt he had just dug up. 
“Any words?” he questions as he gets up from his place on the ground, dirt covering his knees and palms of his hands. 
“You-You were good to me. Always got me high and gave me some of the most mind blowing sex-” 
“Heyyyyy-“ Eddie pouts, “I’m the one giving you mind blowing sex,” 
You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand in the process and tugging him back into the warm trailer.
“Come on, dinner isn’t gonna cook itself,” 
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f4irydaydreams · 2 years
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eddie munson giving you his ring
✿ the first thing you noticed about eddie were his ring decorated hands.
✿ when dustin and mike asked you to join hellfire for the night you certainly weren’t expecting to be in such close proximity with the eddie munson.
✿ you always admired him form after, you’ve even watched him play with his band once. more like gawked at his skilled fingers but still.
✿ every time he gestured while going through his campaign your eyes kept drifting towards his hands and then his smile.
✿ eddie of course noticed something was up
✿ he wouldn’t bring it up in front of everyone ofcouse. but he was delighted to see that the pretty girl the kids brought in to sub in seems to have an interest in him.
✿ cocky bastard
✿ “you seemed a little distracted today sweetheart”
✿ “i don’t know what you’re talking about eds”
✿ he slips one of his rings onto your hand. the ring is a little big and looks out of place on your smaller manicured hands but the action makes your heart flutter.
✿ “i know you like them princess”
✿ he winks, kisses you on the cheek and skips out leaving you a blushy mess. since when was eddie munson so smooth?
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