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angel-munson · 2 months

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“Lean back against me.”

It had been a bad day, nothing happened or went wrong but you were still left feeling worn to the bone and not wanting to do much of anything.

Something you couldn’t explain, it just was.

After barely touching your dinner, Eddie made quick work cleaning everything up before taking your hand and leading you upstairs.

“Wait here a minute, sweetheart.” He coos as you sit on the bed, placing a kiss to the top of your head before setting the bathroom up.

A warm bubble bath always makes things feel a bit better.

Words you told him many times when he was the one needing a little extra loving. You always take such good care of him, he only hoped he made you feel even half as good as how you made him feel.

Eddie pours a capful of citrus and bergamot scented liquid into the warm water slowly filling the tub, bubbles instantly forming along the surface. Gray fluffy towels are put onto the counter and robes are hung on the back of the door for easy access. The light switch is flicked off as a few unscented candles burn, casting the room in a warm glow.

"Perfect." A proud smile lights up Eddie's face as he turns to get you.

He holds his hands out to you, palms up inviting you to reach out to him, his warm eyes and smile melting away some of the aching in your body.

The moment your hands touch his, he pulls you up with so much care and whispered words full of love, bringing tears to your eyes.

You step into the tub, immediately wrapped up in the water's comforting hug as you sink further below the surface. With elbows pressed on the porcelain side, your chin rests on top of your hands, watching as Eddie prepares to join you.

He catches your eye in the mirror as he throws his hair up into a messy bun on the top of his head, shooting you a smirk that sends your heart racing.

"Wanna scoot up a bit so I can join you?"

You lean back into his chest, his arms like vines holding you tight as if he was the only thing keeping you together right now.

"I've got ya, sweetheart." Soothing words whispered into your ear as his head leans against yours, rubbing his cheek along yours the way a pair of cats might.

Kisses pressed to your temple as Eddie hums along to the music playing softly from the radio sitting on the windowsill.

You sink into him as you finally let the tears fall, allowing yourself to let go in the safety of his arms.

“It’s my turn to take care of you, angel.”

Sometimes you just need someone you can lean on.

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angel-munson · 2 months

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the way Eddie welcomed Erica to Hellfire grinning like the Cheshire Cat after she handed him his ass like that

the way Dustin - smart ass, cautious, knows what it's like to be bullied-Dustin - yelled NO WAY YOU DON'T KNOW EDDIE LIKE I DO

the way Eddie handed Steve - dirty ass, bleeding Steve - his vest, probably the most cherished piece of clothing he owns without second thought while he had a leather jacket to spare

the way Eddie was jealous of Steve for his relationship with Dustin but so very uninterested in competing with him in any other situation, had no impulse to be the 'better man', like when Steve had his hairy tits out about to do some brave deeds

the way Eddie explained to Dustin and Mike that he didn't want to move Hellfire by explaining that his friends could miss out something that was very important to them if they postponed (subtext: what if we don't manage to find another time to get together?) and not just told them to fuck off

the way Jason had to put his foot on Gareth's fingers to the point the where cracking before Gareth gave away something

I'm sure there is more...

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angel-munson · 3 months

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Eddie, My Love! eddie munson x reader // valentine's day special series Day 2 Prompt: Chocolates 🍫 ~ 2,000 words Eddie's grumpy until he sees a familiar face in the candy aisle.

“This is a fake holiday,” mumbles Eddie as he pushes the cart past the pink and red aisle of Bradley’s Big Buy.

His uncle chuckles. “When you have someone to spend it with, you’ll feel differently.”

“Wayne,” Eddie deadpans, “this is just some bullshit that Hallmark made up so they could take more of our money.”

“I’m not sayin’ you need to go all commercial,” Wayne clarifies. “I just mean that when there’s someone special in your life, boy, you might be in a better mood during this month.”

Eddie’s mouth sets bitterly. He’d rather not get the ‘you’ll find someone someday’ talk right now — the last thing he needs is another reminder of how lonely he is.

Wayne senses his nephew’s reluctance to discuss the matter, and so bites his tongue. Instead, he points at a row of cans on the shelf beside them. “Do you need more tomato soup, or are you set for a while?”

Back at home, Eddie lays on the floor of his bedroom, staring at the ceiling. Yeah, okay, maybe Wayne had a point. Maybe he’d hate all this stupid cutesy shit less if he didn’t have to watch everyone around him enjoy it while he spent yet another Valentine’s Day alone in his uncle’s trailer, with no one to keep him company, save for a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon.

The worst part of it is — and Eddie would rather die than admit this — that deep down, he thinks he really could be…romantic.

Sure, he’s rough around the edges. He tends to be prickly, wary of others’ intentions, but it’s necessary in order for him to survive in Hawkins. The Munson name was already notorious, and his reputation preceded him; the incident with poor Chrissy Cunningham three years prior, despite his innocence, had sealed his fate as the town pariah.

But if someone could just give him a chance, a real chance, he thinks that he could make that person really happy.

He’d help around the house. Cleaning, laundry, anything you — whoever you are — needed a hand with. He’d learn to cook better so he could keep you eatin’ good. He’d plan fun dates. He’d play your favorite songs on guitar, maybe write you new ones, if he was feeling inspired…anytime you needed him, he’d be there. He’d be the most reliable, affectionate, loving —

“Ed?” There’s a light knock on his door.

“Come in,” he calls back.

Wayne pokes his head into the room. “I’ve got to head to the plant in a few,” he says. “While I’m gone, can you do me a favor?”

Eddie sits halfway up, propped on his elbows. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Wayne fidgets, looking apologetic. “I know we were just there, but d’you mind going back to the Big Buy to pick up some candy? It’s Mrs. Johnson’s first Valentine’s Day since her husband passed, and I meant to get her something sweet, but I forgot.”

Eddie hauls himself up off the floor. “No problem. Want anything specific?”

Wayne shakes his head. “Don’t need nothin’ fancy, just get whatever’s cheapest that still looks nice.”

“That’s the Munson way,” Eddie muses, smiling in spite of himself.

Eddie reluctantly makes a turn down the seasonal aisle he had so pointedly avoided earlier, feeling depressed. Cherubs and teddy bears seem to mock him from where they sit, and he heaves a dramatic sigh.

His eyes roam the line of cards, plush toys, endless boxes of chocolates and candies, when they finally land on you, also perusing the rows of heart-shaped packages.

Recognition flickers instantly. Eddie suddenly finds that his heart is beating very quickly in his chest.

You.

You had still been a year behind him when he finally graduated, and though he didn’t really know you-know you, he was friends with people who did. You weren’t bullied like he and the guys were, but you weren’t exactly popular, either — and so more often than not, you ran in similar circles. Gareth and Harry used to swear up and down that you were the nicest girl in Hawkins.

Because of them, he had spent brief moments with you from time to time. He thought you had been very pretty, in your own unique way, but you were also rather shy. Your exchanges were always polite and charming, even if they never broke deeper than surface-level; overall, he’d found you incredibly endearing.

He never kept in touch, but as the years went by, he had often wondered about you.

Back then, it was hard to see past his own preoccupations: he was so focused on not failing his classes, Corroded Coffin, Hellfire, his dealing gig with Rick. But in retrospect, it always seemed to him like he had missed out on something special in not taking the time to properly befriend you.

Now, against all odds, you’re right here in front of him. And he had found you attractive back then, but now? Holy shit. You’re striking to look at.

As he studies your side profile, he thinks, it’s not that your appearance has really changed much, but rather the way you seem to be holding yourself.

You used to walk quickly through the hallways with your shoulders hunched and your head down, like you were trying to make yourself as small as possible. But now your posture is relaxed, your stance casual; your head is held high and a slight smile turns up the corners of your lips. And your clothes seem different too, like maybe you’d finally found your personal style, and were dressing in the way that you truly liked.

Is this what they call kismet? Fate, destiny, whatever, maybe Eddie’s fantasy-oriented brain was jumping to conclusions, but he thinks of the floor-misery he’d been wallowing in not even an hour ago — had his internal bitching been an unintentional prayer, which was now being answered?

He takes a few cautious steps forward, trying to act natural.

You glance at him when he comes nearer and offer him a quick smile before turning back to the sweet assortment before you.

Eddie stands next to you awkwardly, pretending to browse, hoping to see you make some gesture of familiarity, any confirmation that you might remember him as well as he remembers you.

But nothing. The seconds tick by.

You reach for a box of chocolates and Eddie’s overwhelmed with a sense of impending doom. He starts sweating. Any second now, you would pluck a shiny, ribbon-adorned package and twirl away from him, vanishing into thin air, and the moment would be gone. His opportunity would be over, and he’d never, ever see you again.

“I’m so sorry,” he blurts out. His face turns crimson, but he blunders on anyway. “I don’t wanna bother you, but did you graduate from Hawkins High in ‘87?”

You turn to him, eyebrows raised in surprise, one arm still outstretched. A breathy laugh escapes you. “Yeah, I did.” You give him the tiniest wave. “Hi, Eddie.”

He could almost cry in relief. You do remember him.

“Hi.” He returns your wave, dopey grin unfurling on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you just now. I didn’t think you would remember me,” you explain apologetically.

Forget you? Absurd. “Of course I remember you. How’ve you been?”

Your voice is bright, cheerful. “I’ve been good! Busy with school.”

College, of course. You had definitely been an honor roll kid. “If you’re in school, then you don’t still live in town, do you?”

“Nah, my university’s too far. I got a place near campus, but I come home every now and then.” You smile, and motion towards yourself. “Obviously.”

“Oh. Nice.” Eddie twiddles his thumbs nervously. “Are your classes going good?”

“For the most part. They’re stressful sometimes, but that’s to be expected, I guess.”

“Yeah, but you’re super smart. I’m sure you’re killin’ it up there.”

“I’m trying my best,” you reply with a modest shrug. “What about you? What have you been up to lately?” You look at him with genuine interest, like you’re truly eager to hear about how he’s doing.

Oh, what to say. He opts for simplicity. “Bartending. At the moment I’m between The Hideout and The Attic. Although, I’m thinkin’ about trying to get a job at the garage instead.”

“You should!” Your voice is sincere, full of warmth. “I bet you’d be great there — I know you did a lot of work on your van.”

A bolt of pleasure runs through him. You didn’t just remember his name and face, but you recalled some minor details about him as well. He stands a little taller. “Thank you. We’ll see if it works out, I suppose.”

There’s a brief pause. Eddie moistens his chapped lips with his tongue. “Listen…”

Do it, you coward. If she says no, she says no, and you’ll get over it. Eventually.

“Um, if you’re ever home for the weekend, would you maybe wanna hang out? Grab a coffee or something?”

You look taken aback, but not displeased. Eddie counts that as a win.

“Sure. That would be really fun.”

He flashes you a grin. “Sick.” Then it occurs to him: you came home for Valentine’s Day weekend. Surely you’re in Hawkins because you have a date lined up with some former classmate who swooped in and asked you out after he had gone, and that’s who you were buying candy for and —

“I’m assuming you’re busy this weekend, though?” You point at the treats in front of you. “‘Cause I see you’re here to pick up the goods,” you tease him cheerfully.

“Oh, n-not really,” he stammers. “Wayne asked me to pick up something for our neighbor. I’m just an errand boy.” He swallows. “Do you have any big plans?”

“Nope,” you reply casually, lips popping the p-sound. You pull the candy you’d be aiming for before he interrupted, a pack of Hershey’s cream-filled chocolate hearts. You nod at him sagely. “I am my own Valentine this year.”

You don’t need to be. I’ll volunteer.

Eddie musters up all his courage, rocking slightly on his feet. “Actually, if you don’t have plans…like, if you’re not seeing anybody…would you wanna go out on a date with me tomorrow?” Nerves get the better of him and he starts pouring out word-vomit, totally oblivious to the way your expression is getting softer and softer the longer he rambles. “I get that it’s Valentine’s Day, I don’t know if you think that’s really…weird for a first date, or…if you even wanna go on a date with me at all, which if you don’t, that’s totally fine and I understand —”

“I don’t think that would be weird at all,” you cut in, giving him a smile that could melt an iceberg. “Eddie, I would love to go on a date with you.”

He feels like he’s having a fever dream. This can’t be real. Is this what manifesting is?

From now on, when he wants something, he’s gonna go cry on his bedroom floor about it.

Painfully aware of how clumsy his proposition came out, Eddie tries to put at least one suave move on you. “Well, if we really have a date tomorrow,” he says, swiping the Hershey’s from you, “then there’s no reason for you to be buyin’ your own chocolates. Allow me.”

Ten minutes later, both of you armed with candies and a phone number apiece, Eddie escorts you across the icy parking lot to your car. You grip his arm tightly crossing over a slippery patch of asphalt, and his stomach flutters in a way it hasn’t in years.

Okay, okay.

Maybe there is something to be said for this stupid, fake holiday.

thank you for reading!! xoxo Valentine's Day Special Masterlist

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angel-munson · 3 months

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IF EDDIE MUNSON CAN STAY IN SCHOOL FOR 3 YEARS DESPITE HIS PERPETUAL SHORTCOMINGS THEN I CAN DO THE HARD THING !!!!!!

LOOK AT HIM !!!!! HE BELIEVES IN YOU !!!!!!!!

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angel-munson · 8 months

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New/Old Image Of Joseph Quinn dressed as Eddie Munson in a Portrait shared by Tina Rowden

Photo shared via Tina Rowden

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angel-munson · 8 months

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i didn’t think tumblr would destroy the quality, but i tried! :’)

STEVE HARRINGTON X AFFECTION || BETWEEN FRIENDS

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angel-munson · 9 months

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angel-munson · 9 months

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i have a hard time believing that Eddie doesn’t act like a virgin every time you have sex

i mean…

just look at him!!

every time he sees you naked, wether it’s the 1st time or the 101st time, the only thing going on in his head is the computer dial up tone.

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angel-munson · 9 months

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THIS IS SO EDDIE AND I NEED HIM AND I LOVE HIM SOFUCKINGMUCH.

Headcanons for dating Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x reader

warnings: st4 spoilers (duh), uhhhh weed n stuff

a/n: avoided the main storyline of st4, saving them for a separate post!!

prompt: anonymous: “Could I please request headcanons for dating Eddie Munson, please? Thank you so much!!”

doooooooork. dork.

literally just the kookiest

“y/n, you and i are literally the hottest couple in hawkins” -eddie

you find it endearing when he makes a scene anywhere

“oh, he’s on the table again” -dustin

“shhhh, i’m trying to watch the show” -you

spectating his d&d games

“baby, would you?” -eddie, holding out his hand of dice

*you blowing on dice “for luck”*

“why, thank you, kind traveler. and might i say, the fairest i’ve seen?” -eddie, in character

always hanging out with his band

and even filling in from time to time

which drives eddie crazyyyyyy (his s/o playing alongside him? that’s hot)

him staring at you just…too much

“dude, come on” -donny

always hanging out at his house, much to his uncle’s dismay whenever he gets home

“eating all our food again?” -wayne

“what food?” -you

cuddling with eddie on the couch

“no, i’m not getting into your bed until you get new sheets. absolutely not, eddie!” -you

smoking a…decent bit

“you sure we’re not gonna get caught?” -you, sitting on the sink in the school bathroom

“definitely not” -eddie *hears talking outside the door* “put that out put it out right now”

*you rushing to clear the smoke from the bathroom*

sitting in the back of your classes with him

“i think the real reason you kept getting held back is to stay with me” -you

“totally not because im a burnout or anything” -eddie

“oh, definitely not” -you

fidgeting with his rings like, all the time

he doesn’t notice if much anymore

and obviouslyyyyyy you mess with his hair

specifically he’ll sit on the floor against the couch in between your legs and you’ll “pretty it up” (brush and braid it)

jason and the basketball team decided it’d be funny to stick gum in his hair once and my god, did eddie freak

“chill, chill, eddie. i’ll get it out, i promise” -you

“i swear to god, i’m gonna break his nose. and his perfect teeth. i’m so sick of them!” -eddie

he is a very passionate kisser

like grabs your face very firm and gives you a deep kiss and thats like his go-to

you end up wearing most of his clothing to school

“ooh, did you guys have another sleepover?” -dustin

“you know that when you call it a ‘sleepover’ you sound like a virgin?” -you

“you do see what table we’re sitting at, right?” -mike

but yeah no you be wearing his flannels and ROCKING them daily

if anyone gives you a hard time he will jump to your rescue

cheerleaders and basketball team, specifically

teachers are siiiiick of you guys

“eddie, be honest with me: did y/n do your homework?” -teacher

“no” -eddie

“this is clearly their handwriting” -teacher

“you be honest with me: do you really want to teach me for another year?” -eddie

hiding in his van on your off periods

or just to skip

or just cuz

i mean, it’s pretty comfy cozy if you know what i mean

attending drug deals

reefer rick’s bestie fr

“hey, i was wondering where you’ve been. missed you last time eddie was here” -rick

“yeah i guess eddie just hates me, won’t take me anywhere” -you

“y/n, will you please stop telling people i hate you? it’s making me look bad” -eddie

using eddie’s hair as a mustache when you’re bored

and tracing his tattoos w your fingers (it tickles sometimes)

backtracking to messing with his rings bc he lovessss when u do that

him getting you a denim jacket and gifting you (usually stolen) pins + patches

your initials are tattooed on his wrist

*walks into room, sniffs* “did you smoke without me?” -eddie

“no” -you, clearly high

“you see, this…this is a problem. i’m gonna remember this” -eddie, dramatically pointing at you

“what did you have for breakfast?” -you

“…shit” -eddie

being the only one allowed to touch his guitar (a/n: the warlock…i have the same guitar. different color but same guitar. it is a beauty)

you are also known as “freak” on campus for entertaining eddie’s antics

absolutely mirroring his crazy

telling old people you date a “devil worshipper” when they ask you about your love life

a real hit with your grandparents

he does get to be a bit much sometimes, you have to reign him in

like a child on a leash :,)

“eddie, tone it down, you’re scaring the freshmen” -you

“oh, they’ll be just fine. i’m the least of their worries” -eddie

mike, lucas, dustin, and pretty much any hellfires coming to you before eddie when there’s a problem

“just…can you tell him when he’s in a good mood? we don’t want to upset him, you know?” -mike

“so i’m supposed to upset him?” -you

“y/n, we all know it’s impossible for you to upset him. can you just do it?” -dustin

“jeez, ed’s right, you have an attitude problem” -you

DANCING

goofy asses

anywhere too and to any music (or none)

he can’t stay still okay?

at the beginning of your relationship he used to purposely jumpscare you and such

you’re very used to it now

flipping each other off is your “i love you”

him picking u up a lot

like grabbing from behind and lifting u while you scream for him to let you go

he’s a huge punk

(but will respect ur boundaries)

feeds u periodically

snacks in his bag and make sure u eat

DEFINITELY a face squeezer

learning how to play d&d to help w his campaigns

ANOTHER thing that drives him crazy in the good way

every once in a while he gets really deep and tells you how much he loves/appreciates you

“did you get high without me?” -you

“is it so hard to believe i might appreciate you while sober?” -eddie

being his trip sitter from time to time

“my face is all tingly” -eddie

“i bet, druggie” -you

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angel-munson · 9 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

(eddie munson x reader)

Summary: . . . In which you show Eddie's forehead some much deserved love.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫.

“Alright─”

“Baby, I—“

“What a way─”

Eddie broke off again, soft airy laughter escaping him as your kisses rained over his face in a frenzy.

You had him trapped (he was a willing participant) underneath you, thighs spread on either side of his waist as you bent over at yours, to deliver smooch after smooch to every inch of his skin from his cheeks, raised from how hard he was cheesing, to his jaw—soft save for the barest hints of stubble, his nose and the sides of it, his cupid’s bow, and his mouth (but that’s a given).

It wasn’t often you attacked him with affection and confined him to his bed, normally that was reserved for wednesdays and weekends, but when you’d walked back into his room after using the bathroom and saw him flipping through a Heavy Metal magazine, sporting a black tank top and some sweats, you’d decided plastering that beautiful face of his in kisses was more important than whatever mind boggling scene was being depicted on those glossy pages.

The approach had been a little aggressive, magazine pulled from his hands and tossed across the room as you settled in place. From the sparkle in his eyes, you could tell he had no qualms with it.

You pulled back, sitting up as you admired the flush in Eddie’s cheeks, skin slightly shiny due to his body’s sudden rise in temperature.

His breathing was a little labored despite the innocence of the occurrence, and he spoke after heaving a sigh, “Cover all of your bases?”

Your eyes scanned over his face, and while you weren’t wearing lipstick—meaning there was no obvious trail—you knew exactly what spots your lips had touched. Just about everywhere. Almost.

“Not yet.”

You reached a palm down to cover his eyes and Eddie squawked in surprise.

“Uhm, okay… we playing a game now or─”

“Shhh.”

“I’m just—“

“SHHH. Just let me do what I need to do.”

Eddie held his palms up in defeat, knuckles stroking over his bedsheets.

Your hand slowly trailed up, moving away from his eyes and lifting the brown curtain of bangs to reveal more skin.

And more skin.

And more, until you reached his hairline.

Jackpot.

“Eddie, do you know what having a big forehead means?” You asked, thumb stroking over the skin you rarely saw exposed.

His brows below furrowed, more so in amusement than offense, “That the moment is over because you killed it?”

“No.” You laughed with a shake of your head.

“That you’re insulting me by saying I have a big head?” Eddie tried again, the corners of his lips twitching as he tried to fight a smirk.

“Big foreheads don’t always equal a big head. Try again.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, one eye squeezing shut as he pretended to mull it over, “I’ve got a big brain.”

“No,” you started, laughing again when he let out an overtly affronted gasp before you continued, “It means I have more space to work with.”

You dove down once more, pressing a multitude of kisses along his forehead. There was no planned pattern, you just pecked and smooched wherever you could, over and over again, heart filling with love for him as his boisterous laughter boomed through the trailer.

His hands moved from their place on the bed to rest on your hips, basking and glowing under your attention.

Eddie still couldn’t believe you were real, that you cared for him enough to spend the majority of your free time with him, let alone be so clear and apparent with your feelings for him.

He was so very content with life. It had fucked him over for more than half of his times around the sun, but Eddie would go through it all over again if it meant he’d find himself in this exact position every time.

Eddie Munson was lovesick.

It was all over his face, swirling in those warm brown eyes as you pulled away to admire your work. You moved your palm away, though his bangs didn’t resettle over his forehead, they remained sticking up and in disarray.

You leaned down once more, this time bracketing his head in with your forearms, nose nudging against his, breath ghosting over his lips. Then you were brushing yours against his—just barely, only enough to have his neck working to chase the taste of you before you whispered into the charged sliver of space, “You do have a big head, though.”

“Oh, that’s it—you’re done.”

Eddie flipped you over, your back hitting the mattress as you let out a shriek mingled with surprised laughter.

He hovered over you, chuckling along as he waited for you to calm yourself. Once you did, you sank back into the mattress and reached a hand up to stroke up his jaw, towards his forehead so you could move his bangs out of the way, adoration clouding your eyes.

“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

When you looked at Eddie like that? He believed it.

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angel-munson · 9 months

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Getting ready for bed with Eddie <3

(CW: Could be read as gn reader, but Eddie calls reader 'princess' once). |1.1k|

♡*♡*♡

The bathroom is bathed in soft yellow light, slightly muted behind the chipped white sconces. From down the hall you can hear the faint clink of mugs and plates being placed in the sink by Eddie.

It’s half past 11 and you’re in your sleep shorts and a faded t-shirt as you brush your teeth. You’re about halfway done when Eddie enters the space, sliding in behind you with a gentle hand on your hip.

“Hey, princess,” Eddie purrs, placing a delicate kiss to your neck, just by your pulse point. You lean into him as he does so. Despite the fact that you’ve spent all day together and he just saw you less than five minutes ago, his greeting isn’t odd to you.

Eddie grabs his toothbrush from the cup beside the sink and squeezes a glob of bright green toothpaste onto the bristles.

You spit toothpaste in the sink before replying sweetly, “Hi, baby.”

When you straighten up again, Eddie bumps his hip gently against yours. You bump his right back. A foamy, close-lipped smile graces his lips around the toothbrush in his mouth and you poke the shallow dimple that pops into his cheek as a result. The divot remains for a few extra seconds in response.

Faintly, you can make out the chirping of crickets in the overgrown grass outside and the hum of cicadas in the trees, a summer symphony.

It’s simple moments like this that the novel domesticity of living with Eddie strikes you. You love brushing your teeth together, grocery shopping in the evenings, and cooking dinner with him (even if it is just microwave noodles or frozen pizza). As long as it’s with him.

You love the simplicity of it. That’s how you know you’re happy with Eddie; when there’s not a single thing you could do together that would bore you. He makes everything better, easier even.

Since Wayne works nights, you and Eddie get the trailer to yourselves most evenings. You like to imagine you’re living somewhere in the city, that this is your shared apartment.

You hope you get that with him someday. But for now, the trailer is just fine. You could be anywhere with Eddie and it would be just fine.

Grabbing your book from the side table, you slip into bed while Eddie finishes up in the bathroom. You won’t sink beneath the sheets and get all comfortable and cozy until he joins you.

You barely finish more than a page before Eddie dives into bed with you. And you mean that literally.

When Eddie enters the room, he has a running start of about three paces before diving on top of the duvet, landing on your legs which stretch out beneath the worn fabric. The bed jolts with the action and so do you. As a result, your book falls into your lap.

Eddie looks up at you from where he lays on his belly across your legs, propping his chin up against his hand innocently. He bats his long lashes at you like he hasn’t just caused the entire trailer to shake.

“Are you trying to break the bed?” You ask through giggles.

“No. But we can try,” Eddie remarks, winking and wiggling his eyebrows.

You scrunch your nose up in faux distaste. “You know, I don’t think I’m up for it now that you’ve broken both of my legs.”

Eddie laughs softly, eyes crinkling in the corners. And though it’s just a joke, he still apologizes.

“Sorry,” He says softly, still giggling lightly, before leaning down and placing a sweet kiss to your now exposed hip. He had forced the covers down a few inches with his landing. You push his hair back from his face in response, tucking curly strands gently behind his ears.

“Have you ever considered, I don’t know, just calmly entering a room and not jumping on innocent, unsuspecting people?”

Eddie looks at you like you have two heads. “Where’s the fun or flare in that?” And then awkwardly rolls over off your legs and onto his side of the bed. You scoff at his silliness, fingertips pressing against your forehead as you giggle at him.

He readjusts, pushing himself up and back so he’s sat next to you where your back is pressed up against the wall behind his bed.

Once he’s settled, you look over at him, and you’re hit with this feeling in your chest that grows and spreads. It takes you over; how much you love him.

So you lean over and you kiss his cheek, and after you do and he looks at you, he must see it in your eyes and understand. He must recognize it in himself because his eyes soften in the low lamplight of the room and he leans in again and kisses you properly. His lips are soft and taste vaguely of your strawberry chapstick.

When he pulls back slowly, you notice the light smudge of white on his skin and thumb at the small bit of dried toothpaste across his chin. The unshaven stubble there scrapes lightly against the pad of your thumb as you do so. Usually, he shaves every other evening, but he’s neglected his razor for the last bunch of days.

“Hm,” You hum, eyes tracing a path across the scruff lining his jaw.

“What?” He wonders softly.

“You haven’t shaved,” You reply, hand cupping his jaw and very lightly scratching his cheeks, which are dotted with stubble.

Instantly, Eddie suggests, “I could shave it right now if you wanted.”

You smile softly, huffing a soft laugh through your nose at his eagerness to do what pleases you. He even starts to get up from the bed before you stop him.

“Nuh-uh, you’re already in bed,” You say, not wanting him to leave. “And besides, I like it.”

Eddie smiles softly at that, grazing your cheek lovingly with the back of his index finger.

Then he settles down a bit, lays his head on your shoulder, and you rest yours against the top of his head.

The pair of you sit there for a short time, you reading your book and Eddie watching you read while fiddling with the fingers on your free hand.

After, you pull the duvet up to your chins and pull each other close. And you fall asleep just like that, wrapped up in each other just as much as you’re wrapped up in the covers.

There’s a certain ineffable safety that comes with falling asleep in someone’s arms. In Eddie’s, specifically. You always sleep well when you're next to him.

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no? i'm not crying??? ha??? definitely not???........

shy!reader wiggling her way into eddie lap bc she had a hard day 😫

You don’t know how to tell Eddie you miss him.

He’s sitting in bed right next to you, scribbling down notes in a worn composition notebook. You don’t even know why you miss him, only that the couple of inches separating you from him feels cavernous.

You don’t know what to say, so you sigh. A big, deep exhale that makes your chest deflate like a popped balloon. It’s sort of what you feel like, anyway.

Eddie’s chin brushes his shoulder as he turns to you, chocolate eyes wide beneath his clear-framed glasses.

He knows that certain sounds mean certain things, kind of like a baby’s cry. You don’t know what you want a lot of the time — you know less how to express that you don’t know what you want — so Eddie’s learned to read you like a book. Most of the time, he knows what’s going on in your head before you do.

But the grieving breath you let out now is too ambiguous for him to understand. It’s too soft to be one of frustration, too drawn out to be contentment. He decides to check the boxes.

“Are you hungry?” he murmurs.

You shake your head in response, focusing on the book in your hand but not any of the words.

“Sleepy?” he asks. “‘Cause I, for one, could totally go for a nap right now, princess.”

You shake your head again, smiling a little this time at his word choice.

“Bored?”

Another head shake.

Eddie gives up. “A feeling neither of us can name because we don’t know what it is?”

You nod.

“I don’t think it even existed before now,” you mutter, half-joking.

The boy laughs. His pink lips match the apples of his cheek. You don’t know how to tell him you want to press your faces together until you’re made of the same vibrant colors he is.

“Is it cabin fever, you think? I’ve kept you hostage here for, like, two days now. Maybe you’re gettin’ sick of me.”

“You’re not holding me hostage. I asked to come over,” you remind him, giggling softly to yourself. “And I could never get sick of you, Eds. You know that.”

You lean over to nudge his shoulder with your own. Instead of sitting back up again, you linger just against him. You find you feel a lot better now, finally touching him. The gnawing feeling is less loud but still there.

Eddie smiles in silent understanding. “Wanna hug?”

A beat passes. You feel a little bit lame for wanting it so desperately. You nod anyway.

Eddie sighs as he sets his notebook on the mattress beside him. It’s not an unhappy one. It’s not an underwhelmed one, either. It’s just a breath, really — a clean, deep inhale-exhale he can finally take, knowing you’re about to be in his arms.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he ushers with his arms spread open. “My body’s always free real estate for you.”

“Ew,” you giggle at the unintentional connotation, sliding closer to him. You duck your burning face away from his in attempts to hide the wide smile on your mouth. Eddie sees it anyway and grins back.

He lazes against the headboard while you settle against his chest, one hand wedged between your bodies and the other curling around his side. You tuck your face into the curls at his neck. He smells like nicotine and floral shampoo and skunk weed. You don’t know how to tell him you need him to lay all his weight on top of you until his natural scent becomes your own.

His chin rests on the crown of your head. He smooths a hand up and down your back. “Is this what you wanted? Just needed my strong arms to feel better, huh? Is that it?”

You know he’s joking, but you don’t laugh. You shrug. “Kinda…”

“Kinda?” he echoes. His contorted face is audible. “Do you need something else?”

He’s not bothered by it, the fact that you want something more — just curious as to how he can make you feel better.

“I don’t know…” you murmur, wriggling against him like you can’t get comfortable. “It’s just… I need to be closer, I think.”

“Closer, huh?” Eddie muses, wrapping his arms more intently around you and squeezing you tight. He presses his lips to your hair. “Honestly, I don’t know if we can get any closer than this… Well. I mean, we could, but I have a feeling that’s not what you want…”

You shake your head against his chest at the implication. You need everything but the sex right now — the holding, the contact, the tangled limbs.

“No, I just… I think I just need to… I don’t know…” you mutter, almost inaudibly into his chest. You hold him tighter. “Would it be okay if I…”

Eddie’s brows raise beneath his bangs as you trail off. You’re getting better at it, at vocalizing when you need something, but the words are hard to form sometimes, and he gets it. He did fail senior year English two times, after all.

“You don’t have to ask for anything, you know?” he assures, practically cooing, punctuating his words with a kiss to the top of your head. “Whatever you want, you can just take it. It’s all good with me, babe.”

His words give you a minimal boost of confidence.

You part from him, lips pursed to the side of your mouth. Eddie eyes you attentively with slow and owlish blinks behind the thick lenses of his glasses. You don’t know how to tell him you want to swim in his chocolate syrup gaze or taste the stars that twinkle inside them.

“I just wanna, like…” you trail off. You never end up finishing your sentence, actually. Without words to describe the overwhelming, unnamed feeling, you just crawl into Eddie’s lap and wrap around him like a koala.

Your thighs settle on either side of his hips, arms curling around his neck as you tuck your face into his wild hair again, pressing your chest intently against his own.

Eddie sighs into your shoulder; it trembles like a faint laugh. His palm smooths over your back, pushing you further against him until the laws of physics prevent either of you from coming any closer.

You exhale slowly. For the first time, Eddie feels you relax against him.

“Is this better?” he mumbles into your cheek.

You nod into the side of his.

Your chests move together with each of your slow, even breaths — rising for a few seconds, stilling for a moment, then falling for a couple more. You think your hearts might be beating in the same rhythm, too.

That gnawing feeling behind your ribcage turns to sunlight.

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