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Dealing Out Agony Within - E.M Short

Hurt/No Comfort - Any gender (I think)

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You held the aged envelope in your hands. Every year you looked at it with the intent to finally gather up the courage to open it. But you never did. Try as you might, the pain, like a lake, would whirlpool beneath you and drag you under. Until you put the letter back in the box. Back under your bed. Waiting for the same time next year. But this year it remained in your hold, your glossy eyes looking at the haphazardly scribbled letters of your name, slightly smudged, mostly worn.

The rain, the thunder, it seemed to claw and howl at your window just like it did back then. Perhaps a sign. Now was the time to summon up all that courage. That strength. See what Eddie had left you.

The letter had come after you heard of his death. It was bittersweet. A final gift. The last of a long collection of letters between you both. You were both so young. You were just nineteen then. 39 years later and you still sat there just as fragile as you had then.

You took a breath. You gently turned the envelope around and carefully, so carefully opened it. Taking your time. Bracing yourself. Once you had opened it, there was no going back, there was no undoing the last bit of Eddie you had been holding onto. As if he were still here. Unable to accept the truth.

As you pulled out the letter, you saw something else tucked within, but you turned your attention to the letter first. The bad handwriting, the scribbled doodles, the change in pen when clearly one had run out.

"OK. First off you're wrong about Critters. It was a cool movie and you don't give it enough credit. And I don't want to hear how I'm wrong and how it was, by your words, "an unconvincing comedy horror that could barely keep a kid entertained". - again. And I didn't just enjoy it because I have the humour of a child. I know that's what you would say and you're wrong."

You scoffed at his words but enjoyed them nevertheless. Seeing at the end of that section there was a drawing of a face with his tongue out. It wasn't a bad movie, you had just loved to wind him up and annoy him.

"Fun fact from Professor Munson-! The Longest length of sword able to be "swallowed" by a practiced exponent, after a heavy meal, is 27 inches". Or at least according to the Guinness book of world records from 1978. I found it at a yard sale. Now I have way more facts to give than you.

...and I could swallow more than 27 inches, I'm sure. wink wink."

He was always so immature but you found yourself cringing and laughing at the comment. You unfolded the last bit and noticed how he had changed his pen for a red ink.

"I know you probably thought I forgot but unfortunately, for you, I am still holding you to your promise. So pack your bags! Metallica Damage, Inc Tour; here we come! And only the legend himself. OZZY OSBOURNE is also playing. Keep hold of the tickets for me. Wayne doesn't know. Our secret!

Catch you next month for movie night

- your humble servant, the awesome, the one and only, Eddie Munson of the no.1 touring band in the world- Corroded Coffin!"

And in the envelope sat tickets. Two. For a show played 39 years ago. You didn't get to see it with Eddie. But you sure as hell know he was watching from above. And rocking out.

You had long left Hawkins behind but every year you felt a tug to go back. Perhaps you owed Eddie a trip. At least, one last time. Make amends for wasting those tickets.

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E.M - The One That Got Away. SHORT

Hurt/No Comfort.

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A/N: Not Proofread. Just wanted to write some hurt/no comfort angst. Asshole Big Shot Eddie. Not gendered (I think) and based around 1998. Eddie is in his thirties I believe.

Warnings/themes: Relationship ending, headache, accused cheating, strained relationship, long-term, neglect on Eddie's part, swearing.

Edit: I have made slight changes just so ik it's not gendered in Eddie's choices in partners. Making it gender neutral.

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"What do you want from me, Eddie? Seriously- what do you expect?"

Your voice was filled with frustration and pain, months worth. Years even. The only sound that accompanied your defeated tone was the padding of your pacing steps followed by a drawn out sigh turned almost growl coming from your fiancé.

"I dunno. A bit of- of understanding maybe? You think this hasn't been hard for me-"

Eddie tried to bite back but, in all honesty, it just made you angrier.

"Understanding? Understanding! Wow- that's all this takes? Who would have known! All I've ever given is understanding, Eddie! Years of it!"

Your voice cut his cleanly off. Louder now. Standing just a few steps from him. But you didn't give up quite yet.

"When your tour went on longer because you added on shows, all I said was; yes darling, I understand. When you wanted to go sight-see in the cities on the way back, all I said was; sure, go ahead! When I couldn't get ahold of you for a week, I convinced myself you were just travelling. Just didn't have signal. You were just tired. But we both know the truth. Don't we, Eddie? Huh? I have always given you the benefit of the doubt. Always!"

The tears streamed now, your hands in fists as you let out all of the thoughts. Everything you had sworn to keep to yourself. But, in the moment that this argument had started, you realised you didn't need to keep it in. Not to protect him. Not to burden yourself.

"Everything. Everything, Eddie. I did for you! And all I ever asked for. Was for your love. For you to come home to me at the end of it all. To just be mine. And even that was too much to ask for..."

"I never- I swear I never even touched another woman-"

"Sure. Sure, Eddie. Let's say that's true. You Sure as hell looked though right? Or is it if you don't look it doesn't happen. So if you fucked those girls with your eyes closed, it didn't happen right? That's what you joked about with your band mates. Right?"

"Babe, it was just a joke- I would. I- I'd never. Please just- why do you always have to make things bigger than they actually are-"

You slipped the ring off your finger and practically launched it with murderous intent at his face before you walked away. And by the sound of it, you had made contact enough to hear a wince and hiss.

"Go marry one of those groupies. Then you can cheat on them and they wouldn't even care. Get out. You've got a show to do. Don't want to keep your fans waiting, Mr Big Shot. And don't ever call me again. A decade of my life wasted on you. I hope you rot Eddie Munson."

Your voice echoed in his mind that night, and years to follow. The years touring. The partners he had and pushed away all because he let the one he truly loved get away. All because he let it all get to his head. He had the fame. The fans. The world in his palm. But his world had slipped away. Fallen. Broken free. Rightfully so, but there wasn't a moment it didn't torment him to insanity.

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Looking at my drafts and realising I have SO MANY unfinished Eddie Munson fics and ideas from the archive's of 2022. 💀💀

Pretty sure one of them is a Vampire Eddie lmao

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Going to attempt some Eddie Fluff. Based in the early 90s. Eddie has moved to NYC to continue with his band.

Will be Fem reader, open to making alt versions if requested.

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I noticed you didn't have a pinned post nor a masterlist at least that I could see. I'm just starting to write and the best advice I got was to start a pinned post/masterlist/rules early on if possible since it gets harder once you really get going. If it's too many links to put it into just one post, maybe you could add a masterlist for each character you write for? However you find it easier to organize it, I think it will do you some good to order the chaos (or attempt to hehe) . As a reader, it would just be awesome to be able to find and read if we had a central place to access them than to have to scroll through and catch up, i guess? Feel free to ignore, just thought I'd suggest something I know helped me! ☺️ I am manifesting you getting the mojo back ❤️I'll be catching up on your work in the meantime.

Much love,

- T🌙

I do have a pinned post and that is the masterlist. And I'm pretty sure it's just Eddie on there. :) it need a bit of updating but most of the work is on there.

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Do people even want Eddie Munson fics anymore?

Please comment if you're still into Eddie munson stuff. Suggestions would help too! You can dm me if you're more comfortable with that than comments.

Idk if I should bother writing anymore. The last time I was actively writing for Eddie was back in 2022 - 2023. It's been a while. I just thought the hype might have died down and there wasn't a want for it.

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EVERYONE. BOOPS ARE BACK!!! GET BOOPING!!!!!

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Not exact but pls see my art for my stupid "dress-up Eddie"

Hiii, what about Eddie dressing up as a jock for Halloween? Covering up all his tattoos, finding a short brown wig, wearing jeans without any rips and a varsity jacket?

And when people ask about it, he just tells them "monsters are everyday people" or some shit like that.

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Here's to hoping Eddie Munson comes back. Because if he doesn't; I'm going to have a menty breaky.

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Me at uni eating my lunch within the 15 min break trying not to say f it and go home.

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Eddie Munson Fanfic readers!

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Hey so I know this might seem like a bit of a weird request but I just got done watching Grave of the Fireflies which, if you don’t know, is the most emotionally devastating movie to ever exist and I am in major need of Eddie fluff/comfort

Also in case ur not super familiar with the movie, it’s basically about two kids trying to survive in Japan during WWII. Uh, they don’t

Sorry I'm late! I forgot I have an ask box. I'll try for some comfort fluff though!

Oneshot, short, comfort, fem reader, boyfriend/Bestfriend Eddie

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Honestly, should you have watched it? You couldn't entirely answer that. Did Eddie warn you that you'd end up in tears? Yes. Multiple time in fact but you watched it anyway and all Eddie did was shrug half-assedly and walked away to work on project. Probably painting his little figurines for his campaign.

You sat through the movie, you tried to hold back your emotions but by the end of it you were sniffling and quietly sobbing. You heard Eddie's socked feet patter towards you.

"Hey Princess. I told you you'd cry" he chuckled as he maneuvered around the corner of the couch and plopped down next to you, pulling you into a hug.

He hushed you quietly as you whined a little at his remark.

"Okay okay. I get it. It's a good movie but you always pick the ones you know will make you cry. And before you ask, no we're not watching The Little Dinosaur. I don't need my sleeve being the victim of your snotty nose." He tried to cheer you up. You couldn't help but laugh a little through your sniffles.

His chin rested on the top of your head, you could feel as it moved off and was replaced by a kiss and some more shushing. He pulled you closer, you felt his heartbeat which soothed you into a sleepy state. His steady breathing and the quietness of the room didn't seem to help. The end credits were still quietly playing and you could hear the radio in the distance but nothing to halt you as you started to drift off. Eddie's hand slowly rubbed up and down the length of your back, almost as if he had gotten lost in the motion and in thought, moving on naturally reaction.

You heard him take a sharp breath and shift away from you enough to urge you to open your eyes. Wrapped in his warm, you were reluctant to move.

"No sleep for you, sweetheart. You promised to watch Childs Play with me. Though I don't see why they didn't release it for Halloween" Eddie grumbled as he pulled away, leaving you to pout as he grabbed some clothes out the dryer.

"Come on, they're still warm. I'll buy you some snacks for the movie if you hurry up. We're cutting it close."

As much as you loved going out with Eddie, you'd much prefer snuggling with him at home. But a promise is a promise.

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E.M Blurb - No.1 Fan

Sad, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort

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You were so excited to see Eddie again, wanting to support him during his first big tour, properly big. He had the funding and the fame and this was the first tour after he hit gold. Got famous.

Things had been a little busy between you both and you tried to keep in contact. You were so busy working that nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You had finally saved up enough to get a ticket at his biggest show, you could've just asked Eddie for a free ticket but you wanted to work and show your support by buying a ticket. Show him he was worth your time and money and be his biggest fan. Like you had always been. Surprise him at his show.

You arrived early and bought a shirt in your size before the crowd could buy all the stock, you were excited to bring home his first official merch too. Add it to the home-made collection you and Eddie had crafted for years. You were so happy for him. The show went great, of course it did. Eddie played his heart out like all those times in his tiny room with you watching, his one person audience.

You had even paid for a meet and greet but you were last, you wanted to be the last person he saw to perk him up before he'd have to hit the road. You neared the door, waiting to be shown in after the person before you finished up. You could hear how tired he was. He wanted to leave. He was half yelling about how he wanted to be done. But they told him it was just one person left and he reluctantly agreed.

You stepped into the room, the biggest smile on your face, a new patch from his favourite band in hand, the shirt you had bought hung over your other arm. Your eyes met but he didn't match your smile. You assumed it was just shock. That he'd smile any moment. But all you heard was his voice.

"What are you doing here?"

You didn't know that just five words could shatter your mood so easily. You heard him sigh. You watched him act as if your presence was an inconvenience.

"Don't you get it? Did you not listen to my voicemail? When I said I wanted to leave everything in Hawkins behind. I meant everything. You included. You didn't have to come and bring all your shit with you. Everything in Hawkins just dragged me down. I don't need you to bring it to me."

You could do nothing but stand there. While the rest of the band and the staff remained uncomfortably silent, especially given your shocked and hurt expression, realising you likely weren't there to cause trouble.

You watched as he moved to leave to head out, past you without a second look.

"Were not the same people anymore. Move on." You heard him say before he walked off.

That was a lonely drive back to your city, the shirt remained buried in the back of your car.

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Not Like Her - E.M [fem reader probably. Maybe neutral?]

Toxic bf Eddie Munson

Adult language. Angst. Hurt/slight comfort but not really. OK ending kinda.

"Why can you just be like-"

"Like what, Eddie? Like her?!"

"No- I didn't mean- I. Fuck-"

"I'm not, Eddie! I'm not her. And if you can't understand that then this isn't going to work! I'm sick of it. Sick of you comparing me to your ex. All the damn time!"

"Don't twist things. I don't compare you to her. Don't fucking lie!"

"Lie? Lie?! Do you remember what you said yesterday? You said that your ex wouldn't of made the cocktails like that. Wouldn't of made those kinds of drinks. Would've invited more people. Would've kept calm and composed when your ass of a friend broke MY t.v."

"Hey- OK-! That was a fuckin accident and I was just commenting. I was joking-!"

"Oh yeah. Haha. So fucking funny Eddie!"

"You want her soooo bad Eddie, why don't you sneak round her house again, huh? Go have a quick fuck and come back to me for seconds. You thought I wouldn't find out? Turns out your friends aren't as shitty of a person as you. Turns out they actually care about me. And MY fucking feelings."

You fell silent, waiting for whatever pathetic excuse was going to come from Eddie's mouth. Watching as his jaw hang slacked as he struggled to form some sort of lie. Some sort of coherent sentence to dig himself out of the grave. It almost gave you an ounce of satisfaction but the moment was short lived.

"It didn't mean anything- baby plea-"

"Just get out. Just get the fuck out Eddie. We're done. I'm done with your lies. Your games. Your sneaking out. I'm not here to just be used when it's convenient. Maybe I'll go for Steve. Maybe he'll be a better man than you ever were."

The suggestion clearly rose a jealous fire inside the taller man but you couldn't care less now. You would hurt his feelings if it got him to realise he had truly lost you and all chances he had before. He didn't leave right away. It took you calling Steve for him to storm past you, shoving you into the walla almost, and walk out the door. Slamming it. Another new door you needed to now fix.

"Hey...you free tonight? We can rent that movie you wanted to watch. Bill and Ted? I've got plenty of snacks" you offered, though you could tell Steve was already trying to pull on his shoes as he had been waiting for this moment. You told him you'd watch Bill and Ted when you dumped Eddie's pathetic ass. And now you had to keep your word.

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Please use this post as a suggestion box for EDDIE MUNSON related fanfiction.

Be it series, longer one shots or quick fics. Comment your ideas, preferred pairings or anything you'd like to see.

Especially if you're a follower and have something you'd like me to follow up on that I've previously posted.

You don't have to request here. Send me a message if you prefer and have a request. This is just for me to see if there's any idea I can write and explore.

I write minor friendly and spicy. Any genders. Most lengths.

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Monitor - E.M Oneshot

Gender neutral (pretty sure). No warnings. Fine for all.

Angst, sad, unresolved

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You didn't know where the hell they had pulled his body from. How he had ended up so bashed and bruised. The repetitive beeping would have usually annoyed you but now you clung to every steady beep, the silence between felt too long. You practically clung to the box of tissues. They said he had woken up once but due to his pain, they gave him medication for it but it made him drowsy.

You hadn't seen him in over a year. You had promised. He had made you promise him. That you wouldn't come back. Show your face. Remind him of all the shit you went through. But how could you not be there for him. He had been asleep since you arrived. The steady rise and fall of his chest was a comfort as you sat on the bed, moving to lay beside him like you had once before. When the days had been better. Kinder. To the both of you.

You were laying higher up than he was on the bed, your nose nestled in his hair, it was selfish to indulge in such a thing, you had no right, but for a moment. Just one moment; you could pretend...couldn't you? Your fingers gently untangling his curls. His hair needed to be washed but you could still smell the cigarette smoke and the incense he'd usually burn after a smoking session, it clung to his clothes and hair. You didn't realise how much you had missed it.

You wanted to cry at the deep pain that throbbed in your chest. How you wanted to go back to the good times. But you knew better. You knew Eddie had moved past that. Past you. And that was a harder pill to swallow than this. That you both had ended on a bad note and that was how it had to be. That couldn't change.

You sighed deeply and unwillingly pulled your away, planting a kiss on his forehead, your tears dampening his hair before you stood up.

"I still love you, Eddie Munson. Don't you give up just yet." You whispered to him, your hand lingering the longest as you walked away. Out of the room. Out of Eddie's life again without him ever knowing.

And Eddie made it out, you heard along the way he heard you in his dreams. That you had pulled him back. And he had made it clear he wished it had been anyone else.