#eddieandbird asks

[eddieandbird]

Eddie's waiting for the right time to ask you out

he's writing to Dustin who totally smacks him in the head after reading this bullshit

[keeponquinning]

me: when i play with the AI I get obsessed and I stay up too late and I'm gonna do it on my days off.

also me: okay but i'm a weak bitch and been thinking of this all day.

@eddieandbird, this is for you. because i am THAT weak bitch currently wearing her own hellfire shirt and pretending it's Eddie's bc..... I need to feel joy, okay.

[seatnights]

Who are some of your favorite fan fiction writers?

i spent hours to collect usernames of authors i enjoyed reading from, and i’m sure i missed some, but i tried.

are u ready for this?

authors you SHOULD support:

oneforthemunny / icallhimjoey / jamdoughnutmagician / rosebudsgarden / willowsgri / joequinnisgod / eddiemunsons80sbaby / chrrymunson / eddiemunsonswhxre / lonelysatellites / loveshotzz / usedtobecooler / carolmunson / upsidedownwithsteve / sherifftillman / spicysix / emsgoodthinkin / retrobutterflies / tiannasfanfic / athena-writes-i-guess / shesinchargeareyoukidding / cooliestghouliest / singularattitudeofasafetypin / babybluebex / quinnyfairy / moonchildquinn / i-me-mine / luveline / myosotisa / silent-stories / blueywrites / steviesbicrisis / munson-blurbs / ficsbypix / lovejosephquinn / eddieschains / prettyboyeddiemunson / eddieandbird /pleasantlycrazyworld / corroded-hellfire / trashmouth-richie / justmeinadaze / mopeymopeymouse / munsonslilbunnie / keeponquinning / gatorstillman / allthingsjoeq / jadeylovesmarvelxo / mysticmunson / sugarsblurbs / taintedcigs / gag-me-munson / gravedigginbbydoll / ratskcoreddie / andvys / manicpixiedreamcurl / thruheavenandhighwater / joejoequinnquinn / munsonsreputation / upsidedownmvnson / hellfiresmaster / elightysixbaby / eddiessluttywaist / littledemondani / choke-me-eddie / eddiemunsonsmum / eddiemunsonfuxks / pinkrelish / hllfireclb / indulgence-be-thy-name / wheels-of-despair / hellfiremunsonn / filthyjoetini / ghost-proofbaby / havecourage-darling / forever-rogue / queenimmadolla / josephfakingquinn / roanniom / bimbobaggins69 / songforeddiemunson / munsons-hellfire / honey-flustered / eddie-van-munson / storiesbyrhi / lovebugism / neonghostlights / harrywavycurly / chestylarouxx / courtingchaos / galaxy-siren / harringtons-cupid / hard-candy-writing / wroteclassicaly / raccoonboywrites / dr-aculaaa / palomahasenteredthechat / palomahasenteredthechat / forevermoreharrington / corrodedcorpses / strangerquinns / sunnythevampireslayer / lesservillain / stevenose / eddiesxangel / stveharringtn / spookysteddie / keeksandgigz / darlingsfandom / her-power / idkidknemore / francisquinn / inkluvs / ashwhowrites / hellfire--cult / succubusmunson / v8mpstamp / stevieswhore / munsons-maiden / rustboxstarr / corrodedseraphine / reidsbtch / lexlec / katiemcrae / the-unforgivenn / keerysfolklore / appocalipse / familyvideowithsteve / tiannamortis / joekeeryswife / bettyfrommars / cinemamunson / munson-mjstan / teddyeyeseddie / lofaewrites / mediocredreams / leasstories

OK SO

here we have 137 authors, i didn’t tag anyone cuz i would probably have disturbed half of the fandom, sorry if it’s more difficult this way, but i hope i could help you a bit.

obviously, there’s no order of preference of any kind, and i tried to put as many authors as i could but i know i’ve missed someone. if i did, i’m deeply sorry, it wasn’t on purpose and i have nothing against you! if you wish you can message me or slide in my ask and ill add you immediately!

now, i’m a bit tired after all of this, and my hand hurts but:

DON’T FORGET TO SUPPORT THE AUTHORS!!!

they put their works for free!!! everyone can enjoy media and content for free thanks to them! and it cost you nothing to reblog and share their work.

thank you for every creators / writers/ artist out there to make every single works of yours and sharing them with the world. all of you deserve so much, and thanks to you for so many people the day gets better, it’s like having a sweet little treat, like taking care of yourself, like finding a place where you are understood. so, thank you infinitely. keep it up cause you’re doing amazing!

-🤍🌻🌱

[becca-alexa]

Phone Call from Eddie

Eddie Writes About His Growing Feelings for You

[↑ original text post by: @eddieandbird]

Eddie Tells You About a New Band

Eddie Gets Caught Stealing

You're Quite Blushy This Morning, Aren't You Baby?

[↑ original text post by: @eddieandbird]

Eddie Has a Rough Day

Eddie Encouraging You

You Can't Just Be Friends // What Can I Do? // Are We Just Friends?

Eddie Confesses to You // Eddie Rejected

Pride and Prejudice Eddie // Lord of the Rings Eddie

Fuck, Stop Looking At Me Like That, Princess

[↑ original text post by: @eddieandbird]

Eddie Being Romantic // Eddie Trying to Apologize

Eddie Being Heartbroken and Dramatic

Eddie Being Theatrical

Eddie Calling You Sweetheart

You Wanna Grab Something...? // I Really Like You... // She's Behind Me, Isn't She?

Hey, Baby~

Steve Asks You a Question // Steve Tells Off Dustin // Steve and Robin

Don't Be Knockin' the Pie // Jonathan...? // THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO

[scarletttries]

Candy Cane Kisses (Eddie Munson One Shot)

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit Smut

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: My little Christmas offering of fluffy smut for all the Eddie fans keeping up with my series, but wishing I would write some smut for him too! <3 Thank you for all the support on all my Eddie posts, and feel free to send in new requests any time! (heart) Also I couldn't possibly write a fic about Eddie leaving the reader a note and not recommend everyone go check out the amazing and adorable notes by Eddie and Bird (@eddieandbird) this is definitely inspired by some of their great work :)

Candy Cane Kisses (part of my Christmas List)

"And I heard on the radio on the way to school this morning, it's supposed to snow on Christmas day!" Lucas practically buzzed with excitement talking through his Christmas plans, finally in the last week of school before the Christmas break.

"It never snows in Hawkins." Eddie quickly shot down, focus not shifting from the scrappy piece of paper he clutched in his lap, scratching out line after carefully worded line, unsatisfied with every letter he scrawled messily on the page.

"Who pissed in your eggnog?" Mike snapped at him, leaning across the table to try and see what had his dungeon master so fixated.

"(Y/n)" Dustin sighed, feigning infatuation to the amusement of the others.

"He wishes." Gareth added, another round of raucous laughter sweeping across the table and finally lifting Eddie's eyes from his lap,

"That doesn't even make sense." He rolled his eyes at the smug looks around the table at his attempted protests, before getting entirely distracted by the small group of students walking by the table, in the centre of which floated you. You who made Eddie's stomach feel like he'd only eaten sugar for a week, but in a way he didn't mind. You who could make him feel at home for the length of a class in a town that otherwise despised him. You who looked up and gave him a smile as your group swanned past, his heart fluttering in his chest as he returned the gesture with the smallest wave, setting off the chorus of laughter from his group again. Eddie had it bad.

"So you're sending them a candy cane right?" Dustin probed, much to Eddie's annoyance.

"I don't know, stay out of it Henderson." Eddie retorted, sighing in defeat as he scrunched up the piece of paper in his lap to a fist sized ball, "I wouldn't even know what to say."

"Dude, the first day we had Hellfire after you sat next to (y/n) you opened with 'Fellas, I'm in love.' Maybe just try that?" Lucas offered helpfully, his optimism and honestly slightly overshadowed by Mike's sarcasm,

"Only if you want to scare them off, play it cool, keep it short. How about 'you're probably the only reason I'm getting a B in Biology'." He advised confidently, making Eddie wonder how he'd ended up taking romantic advice from freshman, and how they all actually had girlfriends.

"Just be honest okay, whatever that means." Dustin concluded, leaving Eddie back where he started, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and desperately trying to find the words he'd spent months hoping to say to your face.

---

It was the end of the final period, on the last day of school before the holidays, and everyone watched the clock anxiously, desperate to run outside to see if any candy canes had been left stuck to their lockers.

"That's the reading you need to do over the next two weeks, and before you ask, yes there will be a quiz on it. Have a great break everyone, you are dismissed." Your teacher droned out in a single monotone sentence, not bothering to muster a smile as students poured out of her door with their well-wishes. You let most of the crowd rush ahead, confident your locker would be stood undecorated, focused solely on keeping up with your friends and your grades now that you were in your senior year. You almost didn't bother to check before you headed off for the break, but one small spark of hope made you walk the length of the hallway just in case. And to your surprise there a single candy cane sat, fixed to your locker handle with a curl of red ribbon, a physical token of affection from someone in your life.

You paused for a moment before you dared to read it, revelling in the moment of possibility; any number of friends might have just sent it as a festive gesture and nothing more, but that didn't stop your heart beating a little faster as you finally flicked open the little card,

"Hey sweetheart, I just wanted you to know that you're kind of my favourite person. And i'm going to miss you over Christmas break. I hope that's okay. Love, Eddie (Munson) (from Biology)"

You wanted to laugh at his detailed signature, but what caught your eye most was the little underline he'd scrawled under 'love'. Like he'd chosen to sign his card like that intentionally, more than just a throw away greeting. You let out a small chuckle to yourself as you walked away from your locker, feeling the corners of your mouth lift up into a smile, glad you didn't have anything planned for that afternoon.

---

Eddie had skipped final period in its entirety, a black hole opening up inside his stomach at the thought you reading his far-from-perfect note, sucking up any optimism he'd had for the gesture. He sat on the edge of his bed, growing more and more frustrated at his inability to play along to even a simple song on his guitar, mind entirely clouded in thick, dark fog - until two headlights pulling up outside seemed to cut right through the haze.

You'd never been to Eddie's trailer before, and on the drive over you started to wonder why. You and Eddie only really saw each other at school, occasionally seeing each other on the weekends in a wider group of friends, Eddie always taking the opportunity to find the seat next to you, willing himself to ask you to slip away, and soaking up every second he got to spend in your company. You'd never really had a moment alone together, not without a crowd of students or friends spread out around you, and that realisation gave this whole situation a atmosphere of anticipation as you knocked on the trailer door, Eddie opening it almost as soon as your knuckles made contact, unable to make himself wait a moment longer to see you.

"Hi Eddie, can I come in?" Your voice had a slight nervous shake to it as you spoke, the air in the room feeling a little thin as he opened the door with a nod, pointing down to the small corridor to his bedroom. Staring at the walls covered in dark posters, and metal covers, and occult imagery you couldn't help but smile at just how 'Eddie' his room was, wishing you had been invited in sooner and feeling like you got to know him a little better just by being here. Eddie immediately returned to the same spot on his bed, hunching over slightly in self-preservation as you took small steps, exploring the space.

"Good last day?" Eddie questioned, like small talk could keep him from having to explain himself to you, or experience whatever disappointing conclusion his infatuation with you was about to reach.

"Yeah it was. I got a candy cane." You said softly, pulling the little card from Eddie out of your pocket. Eddie didn't look up from his lap, knowing exactly why you were here in his mind, and bracing himself to spend the rest of the school year skipping biology. "Did you really mean what you wrote?"

He nodded his head softly, taking a deep breath before he dared to speak, desperate to hold himself together at least until you left, "Being your friend has made this year a lot better than the last few, and I love it, but honestly I want to be more than that. And I wanted you to know." He stared down at his hands, twisting a skull shaped ring over and over, as if not looking at you would keep him safe from whatever you were about to say. You walked around to stand just in front of him, the feel of your soft hands taking his enough to pull his focus up towards you, brown eyes glistening as they stared up at you hopelessly.

You moved slowly, first separating his interlocked hands, then bringing each of them purposefully to your waist. He didn't smile as your left his hands there, settling yours around his neck as you gradually sank down to straddle his lap, Eddie's grip tightening slightly as you settled onto his thighs. Brushing a strand of his thick hair away from his cheek bone, you smiled and whispered,

"Thanks for the candy cane." Before leaning in, slowly, carefully until the warmth of his lips melted the coldness on yours. You only held it for a second, testing the waters, Eddie's expression still unreadable as you watched the gears in his head turning. And then he was back on you, diving forward to feel your lips, encompassing you in his arms as he kissed you like the soft peppermint taste of you might be the only thing he ever wanted to experience again. You smiled as you let your fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him let out a blissful hum that only parted his lips further, letting him make more hungry swallows of your lips, your head swimming with the obvious devotion in the way he chased your kiss. You pulled him back slightly to get a better look at his face, finally beginning to grow a smile that his romantic gesture had paid off, and that he now knew your lips were even sweeter than he'd been picturing.

"I'm really glad we're going to just protect our friendship." You said matter-of-factly, watching Eddie's face fall back into despair before you erupted into laugh, a matching grin returning to his face as he poked you in the side for your mischief.

"Oh that was cruel! You can't mess with a guy while you're on his lap!" He bellowed through his laughter, lips planting a constellation of kisses across your face, drawn to you now they had the option to be.

"I'm sorry, I'll be sure to get off your lap before I laugh at you next time." You teased, happy the dramatic tension in the air had shifted to the kind of laid back joking you loved about Eddie.

"Don't you dare" He rebuffed, squeezing you tightly against his chest to make sure you weren't going to leave his lap for any reason. As his grip shifted you higher on his thighs you could feel yourself brush over his crotch, a growing bulge starting to strain against the denim of his jeans. You rocked your hips again, capturing the involuntary moan from Eddie with a kiss, the vibrations from it running all the way down your spine. Eddie wasn't sure whether to apologise profusely or pretend he wasn't hard between your thighs, wishing he had just an ounce of self-control when it came to you. And then you rocked your hips against him again, intentional in your movements, devilish smile on your face as he broke the kiss to hold in a moan, and Eddie knew he was a goner.

One hand trailing down to your ass to support you, Eddie shifted himself backwards on the bed until he could lay on a pillow, keeping your chest pressed against his as he moved. His breath stilled in his lungs as he felt your weight shifting on top of him, the brushes over his jeans only that much more intense at this angle, his eyes clenching shut as he forced himself to take a deep breath.

"We can stop Eddie?" You reassured, a little concerned as he struggled to reopen his eyes to respond.

"I really don't want to stop! I'm just, uh, really not used to having a pretty girl on my bed. Or on my lap. So I'm just very excited." You smiled at his honesty and the slightly pained grin on his face as he looked up at you, leaning over him with his arms wrapped around you, a best case scenario for today that he wouldn't have even dared to dream about.

"You're very sweet. And I'm very excited too." You flirted, watching Eddie's eyes almost roll back in his head with a sigh at your words, before pulling himself together enough to roll you on to your back, rising up on his knees to undo the button on your jeans.

"You're going to be the death of me sweetheart, I already know it." He laughed, almost to himself, as he eased the denim down your legs, until only your panties remained, a sight Eddie had imagined on his cold, lonely nights more than once.

"Fuck." He sighed out as let his lips began to mark a trail up your leg, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs and drinking every twitch and giggle the action drew from you. As his fingers reached the edge of your underwear, everything he wanted now in his reach, he raised his head slightly, solemn look in his eye as he spoke,

"Are you sure you want this? With me?" Your heart practically burst with affection as you stared down at him, full of desire and want and need, for him.

"I want this, and I want you Eddie." The words almost came out in a whine as you felt yourself getting wetter waiting for his touch, the smile on his face as your confirmation the most confident he'd looked since you walked into his room.

"Good girl." Was all he said as he hooked his fingers into your waistband and removed the final bit of fabric in his way. He started slowly, just running a finger softly over your slit, watching your every reaction closely, wanting to take his time to see exactly what you liked. Even these small touches had his finger coated in slick, and you watched him experimentally bring it to his lips, sucking it clean and humming happily as he did.

"I always knew you were sweet inside and out." He praised before burying his head between your thighs, tongue licking broad flat strokes over your centre, tasting every drop of your excitement and starting to draw louder pants and moans from you with every motion. Two of his fingers slipped inside you easily, the cold metal of his rings grazing your clit between licks and making your whole body flinch at the sensation. Eddie chuckled against you at the reaction, only stimulating your sensitive bud more,

"Eddie," you whimpered, "You feel so good." He moaned against you at the praise, free hand shifting your shirt up slightly so his broad palm could rest flat over your stomach, holding you in place and feeling you tense and shake as he worked.

"You're so good to me sweetheart, letting me taste you like this. Letting me hear you say my name like this is one of my wet dreams. Now whenever I wear my rings I'm just going to be thinking about how much you like them here." As if it prove his point he brought the cold metal to brush over your clit, soft strokes in time with plunging fingers, your thighs clenching around his head involuntary at the throbbing feeling growing inside you of,

"Fuck, you're killing me (y/n)." He groaned again at the movement, feeling his own hips rock against the bed as yours started to buck against his touch, following his every movement, the pressure tightening in your stomach as his tongue returned to your clit, worshipping every inch of your pussy with his fingers and mouth, holding you against the bed as you started to squirm at all tingly sensation spreading through you.

"Eddie," You cried out again as he curved his fingers to massage a new spot inside you, steady flicks of his tongue bringing you to the edge as he savoured every drop of you he tasted, "I'm gonna-" was all you got out as the tension inside you overflowed into release, your legs shaking around Eddie as he moaned happily against you, maintaining his steady rhythm as he felt the waves of pleasure ripple through your core, even the soft brush of his untamed hair on your inner thighs making you flinch with sensitivity.

You felt your head begin to clear as your rode out your orgasm, placing a hand under Eddie's chin to bring him up for a kiss, watching the slight glee in his eyes as he held his position a little too long, watching you squirm from the overstimulation of his continuous circles on your clit, knowing you were awakening something in him you'd be on the receiving end of for a long time to come.

He wiped his glistening face with the back of his hand as you brought his lips back to yours, feeling himself twitch in excitement at the combination of two new favourite tastes. He only leant up for air as you pulled his shirt over his head, letting your hands trace along each of his tattoos, noticing the slight gasp of breath he took when the tip of your finger brushed lightly over each of his nipples. Even with his whole body pressed to yours, your entrance still sensitive from his touch, you needed to feel more of him. Clearly hoping for the same thing, the second you started to unbutton his jeans, Eddie quickly stood up, kicking them off for you, watching in awe as you pulled off your shirt, and unclasped the bra underneath letting it fall forwards, watching Eddie's hard cock twitch as you discarded it.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Eddie said the words like a prayer, awestruck as he crawled back over your form, lips drawn to your now exposed chest. One hand followed cupping and kneading at the tender curves while his lips grazed over the other nipple, planting gentle kisses and tracing soft shapes with his tongue, sure nothing had ever compared to how good he felt right now.

He had the the exact same thought as your hand snaked between your bodies, taking hold of Eddie's throbbing length and starting firm, smooth strokes, your thumb rubbing the base in a way that made Eddie let out an earth-shattering moan. He was used to the feel of his own hand, supplemented by his vivid imagination, but feeling the touch of yours as his tip dipped into the soft, sticky skin of your thighs had Eddie finding nirvana and swearing allegiance to whichever dark force put you in his life. Losing the ability to do anything but pant and groan as you worked him in your hand, you eased Eddie on to his back bringing a leg over him to straddle his thighs once again. Eddie watched you through lidded eyes, his chest heaving up and down with every touch, his whole body jolting as you ran your tongue over his leaking tip, not sure how much more of this he was going to survive.

"(y/n)" he managed to moan out breathlessly, eyes widening as he watched you line him up between your dripping folds. .

"You still want this Eddie?" You sighed out, making sure to put extra emphasis on his name as you teasingly ran him over your slit.

"Fuck, yes, please, please." He begged, hips trying to buck up beneath you, desperate to feel you wrapped around him. His cock almost ached as you slowly sank down around him, feeling yourself stretched and filled completely by his perfect size. Eddie watched your eyes flutter shut as you took a few gentle bounces, your chest jumping with the rest of you in easily the hottest sight Eddie had ever seen. Needy for more of you, to feel you react to his touch again, Eddie sat himself up, keeping you wrapped around him as he pulled you into his lap.

"Good girl." He cooed as he brought his fingers to your throbbing clit, watching as you started to bounce more eagerly in response to his touch, your sensitivity addictive to Eddie, his mind already racing with all the fun he could have with it, driving you over the edge of pleasure again and again if you'd let him.

"Eddie," you moaned again as his fingers strummed over you, tongue lapping at your nipples as you rocked up and down, every part of you alight at his vigilant touch. He focused on your every noise and tremble, trying to memorise the look on your face as your hips started to stutter again, back arching your chest against his lips as your walls started clench down around him,

"That's my girl, cum for me, that's it." He praised, coaxing the orgasm out of you with frantic thrusts of his hips, making sure you were almost crying with ecstacy before he finally spilled his seed inside you, the feeling of releasing all over your walls something he knew he'd be chasing again and again, wanting to stay deep inside you forever.

You could feel the content smile washing over your face as you collapsed onto Eddie's chest, his back landing on the bed again as his hands worked soft warm circles over your skin.

"That was amazing." You signed out absentmindedly, Eddie humming happily in agreement as he kept you held close, enjoying the perfect moment of bliss before he worked up the nerve to ask you on a real date. He let his gaze fall to your satisfied face, before a glimpse of something shimmering caught his eye out the window - turns out it did snow in Hawkins sometimes.

[sweetsweetjellybean]

In the cold November rain

Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Steve Harrington/Fem!Reader Ao3

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end.*Be warned.* 18+ Eventually Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs Let me know if I miss any.

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime? 

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help. 

A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss. 

Part 1 /12? Masterlist

Sincerest & Eternal Thanks To @loveshotzz A magnificent writer & phenomenal human who sparked my Eddie love. I never would have posted this without her.

Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird

The bell tinkles as you enter Family Video, a girl with shoulder-length hair is behind the counter, flipping through a magazine. She barely looks up as you walk to the romance section. You've been looking forward to tonight for weeks. You have the perfect evening planned, you and John Huges alone in your parent's house. Microwave popcorn, teenage angst, and no thinking. Your workload is crushing this semester. With the deadline for three big projects looming, your stress level is at an all-time high, and Jake Ryan is sure to cure what ails you. Your parents tried to convince you to postpone your plans for another weekend. They were at the lake all week and didn't want to miss your short visit home. As much as you loved them, you planned it this way on purpose, wanting to be on your own for a while. You were scanning the shelves when a familiar voice interrupted.

"Can I…Oh! It's you." Steve Harrington is beside you, with his long hair pushed back from his face looking perfect and handsome in his green vest with his name pinned to it. "What are you doing here?" He asks, pulling you in for a friendly hug. He still smells the same, Irish Spring, Faberge shampoo, and all the other little things that make you think of home.

"I needed a movie." It's overwhelming having him so close again. "You work here?"

"Yeah. It's kind of depressing, right? This is actually a step up from my last job." It's not like him to be anything less than confident.

"There's nothing wrong with working here, Steve."

"You look so different. I almost didn't recognize you."

"Gee, thanks." You tease.

"You're beautiful. Just old. I mean, not old..older."

You laugh as he stumbles over his words. "That's what happens when you grow up."

You've known Steve Harrington all your life. Your parents are friends, and your dads do business together. When you were little, he used to run around naked in your backyard, and you spent many summer days swimming in his pool. There are albums full of photos of the two of you on family vacations and during the holidays.

He was your best friend in Elementary School. You were shy and quiet, and he was confident and cool. Even back then, he was larger than life. He protected you from bullies and ensured you always had a seat next to him at lunch. You never had to make your own friends because it was just expected that his crowd would welcome you. In return, you took care of him. His parents were frequently gone, and he wasn't their top priority when they were home. Your mom always had an extra snack waiting for him and an extra place set in case he stayed for dinner. You think your dad had secretly wanted a boy. He spent hours with Steve playing catch in the backyard. He even coached one of his little league teams for a season. You were in awe of him. You'd play whatever game he chose and watch all his favorite cartoons. The only thing that mattered to you was being by his side. He would talk endlessly about sports, which you were never interested in, but you never missed a single one of his games.

Things start changing as you head into middle school. He grew taller and his features sharpened. Being a natural athlete gave him lean muscles that girls started whispering about. Your social status was elevated for just knowing him. The other girls told you how lucky you were that he spent time with you. And that's how you felt lucky and special. He was always one of the cool kids, but now he spent more time working at it. He liked the benefits of being popular, and so did you, so you never questioned him.

One afternoon you came from school, and your mother tearily told you your dog Pepper had been hit by a car. You ran to his house crying, throwing yourself into his arms. You expected him to cry with you or at least be sad. You wanted him to get you through it, make it okay like he always did. A few boys from his basketball team were hanging around when you arrived. They traded uncomfortable looks while you explained what happened. He held you at arm's length and told you that Pepper was just a dog and that you were embarrassing him. From that day forward, you understood that there are expectations that come along with standing by his side. So you became what he wanted. You wouldn't swear or gossip; you were a nice girl, a sweet girl. You always wore nice clothes, sweater sets, and preppy loafers. Your frizzy hair tamed into a high pony or a bun. You looked like you belonged with him. When you were alone, he'd act more like himself, playful and even a little goofy. Those moments made you fall in love with him, and you fell hard. He could make your whole day with only a smile or a kind word.

He started dating the summer before high school. That's when the first cracks appeared on your heart. He didn't see you anymore. You were just…there. An accessory. He still treated you kindly and made sure you had a seat close to him at the lunch table, just not next to him. Not anymore. That seat was for whoever had caught his eye. He climbed through your window late after practice or after a date to tell you about his day. More cracks came when the conversation would turn to his girlfriends, but if you could be what he needed, maybe he would come back to you. Someday he would realize that you were the one that truly cared about him. So you grew a thick skin and waited.

You picked all the same classes as him so you could help with his homework and have more time with him. You had a seat with the popular kids in every class. Steve's parents started going out of town more often. He threw parties while they were gone cementing his title as King Steve. You were always invited, and they were always fun. You would stay over and help him clean up so his parents wouldn't find out. You took your place at the top of the high school social hierarchy. You walked the halls beside him with your head high in the air. Everyone knew who you were, and you got used to being treated a certain way. He gave you everything, and you never earned any of it.

Part 2

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

hi! you reblog so many eddie fics i need to ask, do you have any fav writers? anyone underrated or anyone that just all their stuff is good? I’d love to know so i can read some new stuff 🥰

Aaaaaa I reblog everything I read! You could track my mornings & bedtimes if you paid attention to when I go on reblog binges! But honestly, everyone in this fandom is amazing!!! I haven't yet found someone whose characterisations of Eddie I didn't like.

People who spring to mind ARE IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER. @ddejavvu @indouloureux @sweetpeapod @sweet-villain @redrookrising @munsons-maiden @hawkinshighdropout @eddiemunsonsmum @sparks363 @magnoliabutters @gemstone-roses @seidenbros @spiderrrling @storiesbyrhi @so-mordor-itis @loveshotzz @basicallybats @whoahoney @eddieandbird @mypoisonedvine @cityofidek @lyssapayton @decadentpaperduck @hawkinsroyaloutcast @jadeylovesmarvelxo @maladaptive-day-dreams @runningmunson @wroteclassicaly @littledemondani @themastersofpuppets

and so, so many other people. I'm desperately hoping I haven't forgotten anyone I'm a fan of but really, that's everyone who writes Eddie content. These are just blogs off the very top of my head.

It can be overwhelming but I find fics by just going through the tags and reading one at a time, reblogging, reading another and another and - I could spend all day reading Eddie x readers if I was allowed to, but alas, real life always cruelly drags me away.💔

Everyone here is just incredible.

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Female OC

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 3,457

Inspired entirely by @eddieandbird and this lovely Eddie note. Thank you so much for allowing me to write this fic and letting me use your art for the header. I really hope I've done you and the note justice. All of my love 🥰

Part Two: Prom Night

Eddie Munson Masterlist Stranger Things Masterlist Series Masterlist

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"And, finally, your reminder for prom tickets. Next Friday at lunch is your last chance to buy tickets before the dance."

Principal Higgins' voice echoed through the empty hallways of Hawkins High. Students who were packed into classrooms began to exchange excited words under the too bright florescent lights.

Eddie Munson sat in his first period history class, shoulders hunched over the small desk. His ears perked at the mention of the prom. He had bought a ticket weeks ago. The cheerleader who was running the ticket table on that particular Wednesday morning seemed surprised to see him in line. He didn't blame her. He was surprised to find himself there. But a moment of Henderson fueled bravery had landed him there, standing between basketball jocks and science nerds.

She sat beside him suddenly. Her dark hair was teased extra high today. He loved the way it bounced just slightly as she sat down. She smiled at him, baring her perfect teeth as she offered him a friendly "Good morning." His lips drew into a tight line as he nodded quickly.

This had become something of a routine over the school year. She would greet him and he would try to hide his sweaty palms when he smiled back at her. She was one of the only people in school who looked at him as anything more than a scapegoat for unfounded anger.

She was sweet to him. Genuinely sweet. When she brought brownies to class for her birthday two months ago, she offered Eddie one first. She even asked if he wanted a corner piece. He didn't, he told her, opting for a middle cut. "The middle is the best part, anyway," she'd told him with a smile as she handed the brownie to him wrapped in a white napkin.

Eddie's crush on her was nothing new. Quite the opposite, if he was honest with himself. It had started in middle school. Sixth grade, to be exact. That was the year she came back from summer vacation six inches taller with a smile full of braces. She was breathtaking.

His crush only grew each year. He watched as she smiled to everyone in the halls. The way she so easily made friends impressed and scared him. She was so open, so giving with her energy. She drew people to her like a magnet and Eddie was no exception.

When Mrs. Ballard had assigned her the seat right next to him on the first day of school he'd initially been happy. One could have even called it excitement. But sitting next to her everyday proved difficult. He sat next to her and watched her, day after day.

He watched the way she smiled to herself when she got an answer right. He watched the way her styles changed with the seasons. Skirts and t-shirts in August gave way to snow boots and heavy sweaters in January. He always thought she looked incredible, no matter what she wore.

But what he loved watching the most was when she was focused. Like, really focused. She'd cross one knee over the other beneath her desk, her foot tapping against the metal leg of the desk. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. If she was really stumped on something she'd tap the eraser end of her pencil to her temple, like she was trying to dislodge the information she was looking for.

Eddie had spent the entirety of the school year fending off well meant advice from every member of the Hellfire Club. Dustin, specifically, had been trying to convince him to ask her out for months. As soon as the curly headed freshman caught wind of his crush he made his personal mission to get them together. Over the course of the past eight months Dustin Henderson had offered up no less than a dozen half baked ideas. And one that was actually pretty decent.

"Ask her to prom," Dustin had instructed one night as he helped Eddie clean up after a Hellfire campaign. The way the younger boy enunciated every word annoyed Eddie. "It's your last shot! You're really gonna let her get away without ever even trying?" He hated when the little shit was right.

So now here he sat. Two weeks to prom, a ticket sitting on his dresser, and no date. His fingers flexed and relaxed repeatedly in his lap. He wiped his sweaty palms on his knees before flipping to an empty page in his notebook.

Hey

Was that too simple? Was it stupid? How the fuck is he supposed to ask the most wonderful person he'd ever met to a stupid school dance? It felt wrong. The idea of passing the scribbled note to her, if one word could even be called a note, made his stomach hurt.

So he didn't. He closed his notebook and tried to ignore the way her perfume smelled for the rest of class. He nearly lept to the other side of the classroom when the bell rang.

"In a hurry?" She asked with a smile as she shoved her books into her purple backpack. He could only offer a shy, tight-lipped smile, a single breath from his nose by way of a laugh. His notebook burned in his fingers as he gripped it tightly. He watched as she walked away through a row of desks. "Have a good one, Eddie." She said, waving before walking out of the door.

Lunch that day was almost unbearable for Eddie. He knew the guys would ask him about her. They always did. Her name was more often than not the first word spoken as Eddie took his seat at the head of their table.

"You're fucking with me right now," Henderson groaned, his face landing in his open palm.

"Prom is in two weeks!" Jeff told him, as if the date had mysteriously slipped Eddie's mind.

Eddie rolled his eyes as he pulled an open snack bag from his black metal lunch box. He knew when the prom was. He knew he was running out of time. What he didn't know was how she would react. And the fear of not knowing was holding Eddie in place.

"She's gonna say no anyway," he told them quietly.

"You don't know that," Mike commented from his seat. He poked at the school lunch slop on his tray blindly, his eyes trained on Eddie.

"The answer is always gonna be no if you don't ask." He had to admit that he hated how often Henderson was right. "I'm giving you until Friday," he said, dropping his fork to his tray. A muted metallic clang echoed from in front of him. "If you haven't asked her yet I'm doing it for you. I can- we can't sit around and watch this anymore. Right, boys?" He asked the table, earning a round of slightly louder than necessary agreements from the club members around him.

Eddie's appetite left in a hurry. He knew that his friends meant well. They wanted what they thought was best for him. But the nagging voice in his head that told him not to try was getting louder and harder to ignore.

His uncle, the man who Eddie thought he got his perceptiveness from, was more gentle in his approach as Eddie's love guide. When Eddie had told him that he bought a prom ticket he didn't seem surprised. At least, not the same kind of surprised that everyone else was.

"Who's the lucky girl?" He asked, ashing his cigarette into the coffee can turned ashtray that sat between them.

Eddie's smile was so wide he had to duck his head, his chin hitting his chest as his dark curls forged a curtain around his cheeks. Wayne saw it anyway. He always saw Eddie, even when the younger man would have rather stayed hidden.

Wayne listened intently and his nephew gushed about the girl who sat beside him in history. He felt like he already knew her. He'd watched Eddie's feelings develop and change over the years. He knew how special this girl was to him before he even asked the question. There was a moment of silence shared between the two as they passed an old Zippo between each other, one last cigarette before bed.

"'m afraid to ask her," Eddie admitted as he exhaled a cloud of smoke into the night air.

"Why's'at?"

Eddie sighed, the long, thoughtful kind of sigh that only came before a moment of unfiltered honesty. "What if she says no?"

Wayne was quiet. His thumb toyed idly with the butt of his cigarette as he chose his next words carefully. "That's part'a life, son." He finally said before bringing the cigarette to his lips. "But that don't mean you shouldn't try."

Eddie thought back to that conversation as he sat silently amongst his friends. They were right. Uncle Wayne was right. He knew that he was the only thing standing in his own way of finding out once and for all.

The following three days were torturous for Eddie. Tuesday she'd shown up to class in a new dress. The simple pink fabric made infinitely more beautiful once she put it on. He couldn't ask her today, he decided. She looked too good and she'd definitely say no. Wednesday, she greeted him like normal and he felt his stomach twist itself into knots at her smile. She seemed extra happy. No reason for him to ruin it by asking her to prom.

And today, Thursday… was the worst. This morning she was late for class. She showed up fifteen minutes into Mrs. Ballards lesson with a tardy slip from the office, rambling out an excuse as she handed it to their teacher.

"My car wouldn't start and I- I had to call my dad and-"

"Just take your seat," she was cut off by their teacher.

She nodded and walked quickly to her seat. Eddie watched as she rifled through her backpack, her shoulders tense. She set the bag down with a defeated huff. She hadn't found what she was looking for.

Without thinking Eddie's hand breached the invisible wall he'd erected between them. The end is his pencil tapped lightly to her elbow as she stared at the chalkboard like a lost deer in headlights.

She jumped, startled at the intrusion. But her shock melted to gratuity as her eyes landed on the stubby eraser at the end of his pencil. She took it from him with the hand opposite the arm that he'd tapped. Her pinky and ring finger wrapped around his hand as she mouthed a silent thanks. His cheeks flushed with warmth at her touch. It was electrifying.

His leg bounced under his desk for the rest of class. It was now or never, he thought. Tomorrow was the deadline that Henderson had imposed on him. And there was a part of him that really believed his underling would follow through. He wouldn't give him the chance.

Glancing at the clock at the front of the classroom he realized that he only had a few minutes left before she'd be gone. He flipped to the page in his notebook that he'd scribbled a single word on Monday morning.

Hey

He ripped the page from the book, careful to be as silent as possible. His fingers vibrated as he folded the paper in half three times. He looked to the clock once more. Two minutes, Munson.

His eyes stayed firmly planted on the chalkboard as he silently set the folded paper on her desk. His heart slammed against his ribcage when she took the paper, opening it slowly. She flattened it against her desk before writing her reply.

Hello :)

The smiley face that accompanied the word pulled an equally cheesy smile from Eddie. He quickly added his own words below hers.

You going to that dance next weekend?

He handed it back, eyeing the clock. He watched the second hand tick. He swore he could feel every movement of the tiny black line as she wrote him back.

The prom?

Seeing the word written in her exquisite penmanship suddenly made everything feel too real. His palms began to sweat. His nerves almost taking over before he shut them down.

Yes

He saw her smile out of the corner of his eye. His heart skipped a beat as she quickly answered his question before sliding the paper onto his desk once more.

Yeah, I'm going. Why?

Everything in Eddie's body and mind told him to end the conversation here. To crumple up the paper and throw it away. Or burn it outside. Leave no evidence of the leap he was about to take.

Would you want to go with me?

He set the paper on her desk just as the second hand on that god forsaken clock crossed the threshold of 8:45. The bell rang loudly above them. The sound echoed in Eddie's ears, reverberating in his chest as she stood up from her seat beside him.

She tucked the paper into the back pocket of her jeans before putting her books into her backpack. She turned to him, pencil extended. Her smile could have brought Eddie to his knees if he'd been standing.

"Keep it," he told her. "You'll need it for your other classes."

She nodded and tucked it behind her ear. "I'll keep it safe for you." She told him as she turned to leave.

As he expected, the first words out of Dustin's mouth when he sat down at lunch were the age old question. "Did you ask her?" Eddie took a deep breath as he tried to think of what to say. He held it in his lungs like the first hit of a fresh smoke.

"Kinda," was what he settled on.

"Kinda?" Jeff asked, clarifying before taking a drink of his Coke.

"Kinda," Eddie repeated.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Dustin and, his tone annoyed as he stared down the older boy.

"It means I kinda asked her," Eddie shrugged, his gaze dropping to his hands in his lap.

"So do I need to ask her for you or not?"

Eddie looked up to Dustin with a shy smirk. "No," he answered. "I definitely got the question out, but I didn't get an answer."

He spent the next few minutes relaying the events of his first period class to the club members. They hung on his every word as he detailed everything from her tardiness to his panic as she slipped the folded note into her pocket.

"She didn't even have a second to read it," Eddie finished, sounding defeated.

"Exactly," Mike chimed in over a mouthful of food. "She could still say yes."

"She could still say no."

"Give the poor girl a chance to answer before you start feeling bad for yourself," Dustin told him, effectively shutting down any argument he could come up with.

The rest of the school day passed in a blur. He would be marked present in class but his mind was elsewhere. Try as he might, he couldn't pull his mind away from her. Or her answer.

By the time he got home he had convinced himself that maybe she never read his question after all. Maybe, in her rush to get to her next class the note had fallen out of her pocket. Maybe tomorrow in class she'd apologize, tell him that she lost it and ask why he wanted to know her plans for prom. Then, of course, he'd have to come up with an excuse. But he'd worry about that when the time came.

Eddie tossed and turned in bed that night. He couldn't get comfortable. And even if he were comfortable, every time he closed his eyes he saw her. That part wasn't wholly unusual. Having a six year long crush will naturally come with a few nights of thinking about the object of your affections. But tonight wasn't like those other nights. Tonight he was all over his small bed because he was afraid. He was afraid of what the morning held for him.

He considered skipping. He could call the school, put on his Uncle Wayne voice and excuse Eddie for the day. But then he'd have to answer to the uncle in question when he got home from work in a few hours. Wayne was the one person in the world Eddie could never lie to, and he didn't feel like having a heart to heart about his ill fated note today.

So he rose from his bed, sheets a mess on the floor after being kicked around all night. His morning routine was purely muscle memory. Pee, brush teeth, brush hair, get dressed, out the door. His mind wasn't in his actions at all. Instead focused on her and that stupid note.

The drive to school suddenly seemed about 60 miles too short as Eddie parked his van in the student section of the parking lot. His hands shook as he pulled his key from the ignition before wrapping his fingers tightly around the steering wheel. If he weren't afraid of Dustin making good on his promise, he might have just left.

He grabbed his notebook and a pen from his passenger seat before kicking open his door. His legs moved him slowly towards the building. His mind buzzed with anxiety as his fingers wrapped around the handle of the front door.

Walking to his classroom felt like the journey to end all journeys. Like walking into Mordor, if you will. His leg bounced beneath the desk as he took his seat. The chain on his wallet shook against the metal leg of the desk with each bounce. Eddie wrapped a fist tightly around the chain to silence it, not wanting to draw attention to his anxious habits.

And suddenly, like a springtime breeze or a rainbow after a summer storm, she was there. The breath seemed to leave Eddie's lungs the instant she passed through the doorway into the loud classroom. Friday mornings were always loud, students making and finalizing weekend plans before the chime of the first bell. He would be lying if he told you that he remembered how to breath immediately and that he didn't have to force himself to inhale.

She smiled at him, her hair bouncing as she stepped towards him. "Good morning, Eddie." She greeted him as she took her seat beside him. He tried to say something back, he really did. But any ability he had ever had to form any words in any language suddenly left him.

His heart raced in his chest as she leaned over, once again rummaging through her backpack. She pulled his pencil out, waving it proudly. "Told ya I'd keep it safe," she giggled. "You want it back?"

Eddie wiped his sweating palms over his thighs as he sat up straight at his desk. A chuckle fell from his lips, but he missed the way her own smile grew at the sound. "Nah," he told her. "All yours." He wanted so badly to be witty. To bust out the ol' Munson family sense of humor. But he just couldn't do it. Every clever thing he'd ever said or known or thought was suddenly gone.

She smiled at him once more before turning back to her bag. She retrieved her text book and notebook, opening both on top of her desk just as the bell rang.

"Okay, class, yesterday we left off…" Mrs. Ballard started her lesson.

He couldn't concentrate if his life depended on it. She hadn't said anything about the note. Maybe he was right. Maybe she dropped it. Or maybe he was right the first thousand times the guys had tried to talk him into asking her out. Maybe it was a no, and she was just too sweet to tell him. Maybe she was trying to figure out how to let him down gently.

The end of his blue ink pen tapped rhythmically on the page of his textbook. He was so deep in thought that he barely registered the hand on his desk. The nails manicured and painted a minty shade of green as they slipped away from the folded piece of paper that now sat beside his textbook.

His hands shook as he lifted the paper. He was slow to open it. Now, after six years of pining, he would have his answer. He wasn't sure he was ready. But it was now or never. He opened the final fold, revealing the back and forth correspondence between them from yesterday. He scanned down the bottom where, in her perfect cursive writing a single word had been added.

Absolutely.

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Feedback is always appreciated! Requests are open! Have a great weekend! 🥰 If you'd like to be tagged in my Stranger Things fics, please let me know. I also have individual tag lists for Steve, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and Steddie.

Tag List: @redwineanddnicotine

Eddie Tag List: @littlemiss-yeehaw @protecteddiemunson4vr @tayhar811

[eddieandbird]

Eddie finally admitted it 💖

[keeponquinning]

hey yve, now that summer is coming, do you ever think about eddie being annoyed by the hot weather? he has a rickety old fan blowing on him in his room. he’s in nothing but a tank top, lazily stroking himself. his ass sweat making a stain on his bed and his bangs slick to his forehead. he’s wanting nothing more to finish so he can stop stewing in it, but he’s having such a hard time without you there to help him

sorry about this mutuals. it’s demon hours and she asked for it

I didn't think about that, @eddieandbird

I'M THINKING ABOUT THAT NOW !!

I was thinking i wanted summer to come but now I have a whole ass different reason.

18+ !!!

Eddie would be so annoyed with the hot summer weather, the boy wasn't made for it, the fan helps, but not by much. what made it worse, funnily enough, is when he went to the mall with you earlier. because YOU love the summer, and looking forward to it, though you loved cuddling with your boyfriend in the cold, you loved the sun and that feeling of being free in loose fitting clothing made for the heat. you're amazed eddie still goes out with the layered clothing and jeans, already wearing some short shorts and a tank top for the shopping trip. he say you dress in cute summer dresses, so flow-y and cute as you twirled for him. then in more tank tops and jean shorts, showing off your hips and thighs — oh yeah, he really liked those. But the most torture for our favorite boyfriend? when you wanted to try some swimsuits. oh, he loved that the best. at first you tried out the one piece that showed off your curves and more of your thighs, hugging you in the right places, his fingers just itching to grab at you right there in the dressing room. but when you came out with the two piece? cherry red? hugging your breasts and showing off your tummy and your ass, your perfect ass?? He almost lost it. you were too perfect! you looked too good! he almost didn't want you to get that one in case any wandering eyes that were not his looked at the perfect vision of you.

but you did, anyway.

which led him to this sad state, practically melting in the heat, stroking his hard, fat cock, slick from his pre-cum and lube? or just sweat?? he wasn't sure, it made his hand glide up and down with ease, though, bringing him waves of pleasure as his cock throbbed and pulsed...thinking of you in the cherry red two piece bikini, knowing you'd taste so sweet on his tongue... but you were at home, probably sleeping like an angel, while his mind was filled with filth, imagining it's your hand stroking him instead. that helped a little, his tongue poking out between his lips as his hand went faster and faster, imagining you. imagining you begging for him to cum just for you... but every time he was close, something would distract him. some sound from outside the trailer, something that broke the fantasy of you being with him. he wanted to cum, needed to cum, but without you? he just didn't see the point.

"Baby?" he said into the phone when he was too needy. "Did I wake my princess?"

"Mmmhm," you sleepily respond, but he could tell you were smiling. "I don't mind, I was dreaming about you. Made my dream come true."

He grinned so happily at that, biting his bottom lip. "Wanna help me make my dream come true?"

You didn't think you did much, he was saying things much filthier than you were, but with your sweet voice in his ear, encouraging him, saying how much you loved him, he came all over his hand so quickly, so powerful it took the both of you by surprise. The sound of his laugh as he came made your heart beat louder and you grow wet. Repaying you the favor and talking you through your orgasm, his voice soft and deep doing things to you that you hadn't understood. After a moment it was just the two of you on the line, catching your breaths, laughing softly at the moment, how soft it was, how hot, how loving and yet how dirty.

"You know..." you started, swallowing hard. "If you had wanted to do something in the changing room... I would have wanted that, too."

"Shit... Really?"

"Mmhm. I... I would have wanted you to... I kind of...wanted you to touch me, the way you were looking at me with the two piece..."

He let out a sigh, "Shit... Wish I'd known that... I would have, Sweetheart... You looked..." Letting out a laugh, humming softly. "You looked perfect. If I see you wear it again, I... I don't think I'd be able to help myself, y'know?"

"Mmm... I was going to wear it tomorrow, when we're gonna go to the pool..."

"God... Yeah.... Yeah, do that... Gonna kill me, Sweetheart. You really are. But it's one hell of a way to go." He took a deep breath, "You know I hate the summer, right?"

You chuckled, "Uh-huh."

"Yeah, well... It's... It's not so bad, with you. As soon as I heard your voice? Heat didn't bother me once. You're my oasis. Thank you for that. Makes me think... This'll be my best summer yet, our best summer, I can feel it."

[munsonsreputation]

✰ 500 CELEBRATION ✰

NAVIGATION

five hundred followers...FIVE HUNDRED?!?!?! YOU GUYS THIS IS SO FREAKING COOL!!! the comments, replies, reblogs...EVERYTHING has been so SWEET to see and read. i want to thank you guys for caring about what i write and taking the time to give me feedback and send me cute little reaction pics to the stories which make me day ALL THE TIME!!!! 🥺💘

to celebrate this spectacular milestone, i'm opening my requests!!!! I'll be taking requests for all of the older stranger things characters (steve, eddie, robin, nancy, and jonathan). however im totally cool with adding the other characters into the writing ex: writing about steve and reader taking the kids to the fair, ect.

this is open to everyone and i hope all of you get to send me your requests!!! also multiple request are more than ok!!! don't be shy--im more than willing to write fluff, angst, and smut

#1 song fic 🎸 - send me any song or specific lyric you would like me to base an imagine off of with your character of choice.

#2 prompt 📄 - send me a sentence or phrase with your character of choice and i will write you a short imagine. here are a few prompts i've reblogged if you guys need some inspo

#3 wips 📎 - interested in knowing what i have in the works? send me a character and whether you would like to have a sentence or moodboard based on whatever wips i have coming soon!

#4 taylor x stranger things 🧣 - send me your character of choice and a taylor song and ill write a short imagine based on it!!!! (yes queen taylor gets her own prompt alright!!!! HAHAHAAH)

#5 funsies! 💫 - tag me or send me some fun tumblr games to play!! or just ask me questions or rant or literally ANYTHING...let's just have fun and be respectful!!

i really can't wait to go through all your requests but just please be patient with me as i don't want to rush any of your wonderful requests because you all deserve a nice written imagine ✨🫀🌙

once again, thank you so much for the love and support...everything and all of you mean the absolute world to me and i wouldn't be able to do this without you all...I FUCKING LOVE Y'ALL...my dear lovers MUAH!💘

🖨 no pressure mutual tags: @eddieandbird @wordsbymae @sodapop182 @chervbs @str4ngerthingshavehappenedhere @lilacletter @munsonswhore86 @sillypurplemurple @moonxxlight @hstoria @rvdsxmz @zariaskz @mapleransom-blog @eagerbby @mediocre-daydreams @maddipoof @new-romqntics @translatemunson @esme-viridian @tvserie-s-world @pbs-theundeadmaggot @sunflowerharrington @dukesmebby @softharrington @spideyharrington @newlips @sattlersquarry @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @taintedcigs @fleurfairie @rustedtelephones @l0ttiee @bestdressedfearless @bisexual-byers @evergreennwilloww @schoopsahoy @suncatcherss @moonpops @oogachakaooga @munsonsbait @vigilanteshit @swivel-swiftie @eddiesdoll @mirrorbaaall @kennedy-brooke @manda-panda-monium @givemeth @steveharringtonswife @fckthtgetmoney @loving-and-dreaming

[jennajaeger]

F/O asks for Eddie: 12, 32 & 48

12 - What is your F/O's favorite flavor? (sweet, sour, bitter, salty and umami (savory))

I'm mostly going off of the few examples we have in the actual show of foods Eddie likes/will eat, but also purely off of vibes XD That being said, I feel like he mostly goes for savory and salty foods, though I definitely think he has a bit of a sweet tooth too :P

32 - What’s something you see often that has little to no relation to your F/O but always reminds you of them?

Tangentially related to Eddie at least, I'm super into playing the video game Baldur's Gate 3; which for anyone who doesn't know is heavily based off of Dungeons & Dragons, and while playing I do sometimes find myself thinking about Eddie and how he would enjoy the game and like the characters if he were around in the modern day :3 Though I tend to think of him more when playing tabletop DND with my own group XD

48 - What’s some advice your F/O would tell you?

Eddie is definitely one of those characters that just feel like they would have a lot of comforting words and good advice to offer <3 He would especially make a really good hype man I think, like any time you're feeling particularly down on yourself he would just hype you up and tell you exactly what you need to hear, and definitely encourage you not to care too much what other people think of you :3 (I would also be remiss if I didn't plug the blog @eddieandbird which has pretty much everything you could ever want for Eddie-themed comfort and advice <3)

[sexybabystevie]

Be My Valentine! 💘

sexybabystevie's Valentine's Day celebration, in collaboration with @eddieandbird - find their part here! ❤️

THE TIMELINE FOR THIS EVENT HAS CLOSED.

Prompts

My Dream Date 🎀 - Send in a description, however long or short you want, of your dream date and your favorite character, and I'll write a ~1k word one-shot for you!

Let's Play MatchMaker 💝- Send in a description of yourself – can include physical features, hobbies, personality traits, sexuality, etc. – to be matched with a character by me!

A Rose? For Me? 🌹 - Mutuals: send me an ask with this prompt to be given a bouquet of flowers from me (including flower symbolism explanations)!

I know I've been a little MIA recently, but life has gotten hectic and a little hard to deal with, so I deeply apologize. I'm hoping that this event brings my blog back to life, and I'll be working on non-Valentine's Day related requests very soon! Thank you all for still being here and for still interacting!

-sexybabystevie

[sweetsweetjellybean]

In The Cold November Rain Part 11 *18+MDNI*

Eddie Munson/FemReader Steve Harrington/FemReader

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end.*Be warned.* 18+ Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs, Sad Smut. NSFW

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime? 

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help. 

A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss. 

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Thanks To the siren of sex @loveshotzz and her Daddy Eddie.

Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird 

Part 11/13 Masterlist AO3

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It poured rain all day Wednesday. It seemed fitting, given your dismal mood. Boxes packed full of your things were stacked around your room, where you sit cross-legged on your bed with your back against the wall. Listening to rain hit the roof. Watching the drops run down the glass of your window and just beyond the tree branches shaking side to side protesting the storm. Full of hope and at peace with your decision to stay in Hawkins, you meet with an advisor at Ivy Tech that morning. Given the late date, you'd have to wait until second semester to enroll, but if you took classes through the summer, you could catch up. By afternoon, that hope was crushed when admissions at Purdue informed you that withdrawing a week before class would mean your parents would lose the tuition money they had worked so hard to save. Could you disappoint them and put off a future you had been planning for as long as you could remember for more time with a boy? A boy that made no sense for you. A boy that hadn't asked you to be his. A boy that meant everything. You will be leaving at the end of the week.

The night before you left for college, you sat together, talking on Eddie's sofa. Both of you put on a brave face for the other, but you were clearly wrecked, knowing this was goodbye. 

"I'll call you whenever I can." You try reassuring him. 

"Long distance is expensive, Princess. Don't waste your money on me."

"It wouldn't be a waste, Eddie."

"I would drive out to see you, but the van would never make it," he says miserably.

"Maybe you can borrow the beetle. It will just be parked most of the time."

"Come on, I can picture your dad's face when I knock on the door asking for the keys. Thanks for the loaner, Dude. I'm off to fuck your daughter." His tone lightens the dark mood. "Have you ever told them about me?" He asks, getting serious. You sit with your knees pushed up to your chest, you're arms wrapped around them. Trying to protect yourself from what's coming. 

"I would have if I had known you wanted me to." You reach out your hand to tangle your fingers with his. 

"It's fine. It's not like I was your boyfriend." He swallows and looks away.

"Eddie," you say, squeezing his hand. You're grateful he cuts you off because you don't know what you would have said after that.

"Come on, Princess. Let's go make each other feel good for a while." He pulls you up and tugs you down the hall toward his room.

"You cleaned," you're a little shocked. In all time you've known him, you haven't seen his room so tidy. His bed is made, and a basket of laundry is folded at the foot. Your eyes move over the surfaces of his furniture. There is still a lot of clutter, but it's more orderly than usual. When you see a little candle on his nightstand, your throat tightens.

"Yeah, well, I probably should have done it before our first time, but better late than never." He scoots around you to close the shades and light the candle. This is so much harder than you imagined; your chest is cracking open. You undress each other slowly, kissing and hands running over smooth skin, trying to commit every taste and touch to memory. He sits on the side of the bed, pulling you by your waist until he can wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your middle. His light stubble scratches against the soft skin of your belly. 

"How am I supposed to let you go? I know I was always your second choice, but you are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Tears burn behind your eyes as you push him back on the bed, kissing him frantically. If you start crying, you know you won't be able to stop, so you push it all down. "I only thought of you from the first time we kissed. You were my choice. The only one I wanted. Do you understand?"

He responded by kissing you deeper, holding you closer. Reaching behind yourself to position him at your entrance. As you sink down, taking him deep, he holds his hands up so you can intertwine your finger and use his arms for balance. He hits that special spot inside you but feels so far away. You fall to his chest, burying your face in his neck. 

"I don't love you." 

He flips you over, managing to stay inside you. He cages you in, and you push the hair back from his face. 

"I don't love you too."

The light from the candle reflects in his glossy eyes. Seeing him break is killing you. A hot wave of tears fills your eyes and runs down your cheeks. The pain is too much to swallow any longer. He clenches his jaw, trying not to slip into the sadness you can see in his eyes. He is trying to work himself up, trying to be angry. Anything to dull what he's feeling. His hips rock into you deeper, harder. The bed is scooting across the floor with his thrusts. You'll take anything he gives you. His cock throbs, you can tell he's close, and you're right there with him. The coil that had been tightening springs in your belly, and you pulse around him. Denying himself, he pulls out of you and moves down your body until his head is in between your legs and sucking your clit into his mouth. 

"What are you doing?"

"It can't be over that quick. I'll make this last forever if I can."

He licks and sucks and slides two fingers inside. He pumps them in and out. His rings fit themselves through your opening. His spit mixes with the moisture dripping down you. He uses another of those talented fingers to spread it on your ass, pushing gently into the tight hole. He lightly bites your clit, and you detonate. 

"Fuck…Eddie!" 

He flips you onto your stomach. Your muscles are still clenching on nothing when he lifts your hips and slams his cock inside you. "See, Sweetheart, you're pussy wants more. You're sucking me right in." He sets a brutal pace, driving into you almost violently. His fingers bruise your hips while his cum heavy balls slap against you. He reaches around to rub at your slick clit, and you beg.

"I can't, Eddie. I just want you to cum. Please, I can't."

Knowing your body better than yourself, he doesn't relent. "Yes, you fucking can, Princess." And he's right seconds later, you come with your cheek against the cool sheets, the mattress muffling your scream, inner muscles milking him. He slows and pulls out hissing. He rolls onto his back, breathing hard. His erection bobs towards his stomach, red and glistening with your cum. The cold air on your wet, over-sensitive pussy is enough to keep your body quaking. Carefully stretching your legs behind you, your hips drop to the mattress. He props himself up on his elbow, and his other hand pushes your shoulder, encouraging you to roll onto your back. The calloused fingers of his hand knead your breast, rolling and pinching your nipple while leaning over and sucking the other into his mouth. His teeth graze you before he increases the suction, leaving a mouth-shaped bruise behind. "I want you to see me all over your skin." A needy plea is his answer as your hands hold his head to your chest, pulling gently at his hair, running your nails over his scalp. He moves across your chest, marking you, claiming you. Impossibly, your arousal builds again, and more slick moisture coats your thighs. When he stops, he looks at you with soft eyes that reveal the emotions he is trying to hide. His full lips press against yours so sweetly and tenderly while smoothing a hand down your thigh, wrapping your leg around his hips as he slips inside you, rocking gently and so slowly. He gazes into your eyes, and he does make it feel like it's lasting forever. 

"It's so good," you say to him, dipping your tongue in his mouth.

"It always is with you." 

He drives you higher, and you tip over the edge together. You sleep wrapped around him, bodies tangled together. He wakes you with his mouth in the middle of the night, delivering orgasms that fleetingly chase away your goodbye. He's determined to leave your body aching, scared he'll slip from your memory when you walk out the door.

The sun creeps around the edges of the shades casting a golden glow over Eddie's sleeping body. The shadows change while you dress quickly and press a lipstick kiss on his mirror, adding a few x's and o's underneath. Picking up the flannel button-up Eddie wore last night, you press your nose into the collar making sure it smells like him before slipping your arms into sleeves. There will never be a possession you value more than that shirt. It keeps you company when you're lonely or sad or just missing him. Over the years, it becomes threadbare, and the buttons fall off, but on dark days it's what you reach for. The front door of the trailer squeaks softly as you ease it closed. Driving away, your red-rimmed eyes are trained on the rearview, watching the trailer get smaller before you turn the corner and it disappears completely, leaving him behind.

Part 12

Tag List @boomhauer @onlyangel-444 @breehumbles @myobmaya @arsenicred @kiki17483 @stolen-in-moonlight @sometimesamysometimesjo @ladybug0095 @sammararaven @tlclick73 @totally-bogus-timelady @katelyndestini95 @munsonswhore86 @kelsietilley-blog

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Sending more asks <3

🦇 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖏𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖊: Cym as beetlejuice characters?(bc im not creative)

aha, thank you for sending in another ask! creative or not these are always super fun lmao 🤍

@shyposttree as Lydia Deetz

@eddieandbird as Juno

@sunflowerharrington as Barbara Maitland

@soundofkazoo as Adam Maitland

@stranger-nightmare as Delia Deetz

@fujiihime as Miss Argentina

@ofherscarlettwitchways as Charles Deetz

i will not be offering any explanations 😊

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15 Questions, 15 People (I'll try and tag 15 anyway!)

Thank you for tagging me, @steph-speaks! <3

Nickname: This has always been just a variation of my given name, but there was a brief two weeks in college when I was dubbed the mom of the group because I brought a shit-ton of snacks on a class day trip.

Sign: Libra—which is fitting 'cause I'm as indecisive as it gets.

Height: "Phenomenal cosmic powers! Itty-bitty little living space."

Last Thing I Googled: What the past tense of "lean" is.

Song Stuck in My Head: "The Loneliest" by Måneskin

Number of Followers: 219 (That's crazy! Thank you for being here!)

Amount of Sleep: I need at least 7 hours to be a pleasant human being.

Dream Job: Author

Wearing: A ratty t-shirt I've had for probably 10 years, hand-me-down sweatpants from my mom, and two pairs of socks because I couldn't be bothered to remove the first pair.

Movies/Books That Summarize You: Much like Steph, I have no idea what to put here. I'm a fantasy lover at heart, but I also love thrillers. If you asked me what one of my favorite books is, I'd say The Testaments by Margaret Atwood. And one of my favorite movies is Stardust.

Favorite Song: "sorry i'm a downer" by Loveless

Favorite Instrument: I can play guitar, but I love when violins/orchestras are in songs.

Aesthetic: I feel like my blog page sums up my aesthetic—or at least what I want my aesthetic to be. Subtle and nature-y with a literature vibe.

Favorite Authors: Margaret Atwood, Carmen Maria Machado, Cassandra Clare, and Deborah Harkness to name a few.

Random Fun Fact: I would throw down for some pasta right now.

Tagging: @7-wonders, @jadeylovesmarvelxo, @fujiihime, @eddieandbird, @boomitsallie1, @mozzarella-stickz, @eviesaurusrex, @phenomenal-bird, @becauseicantthinkwritings, @saucyminxbrainspill, @moonlightfountain, @blessednotluckyme, @billysbabyy, @honeybeezgobzzzzz, @lathalea