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eddie munson rec masterlist - august 2022 (part 1)
“gauze” by @inklore 18+
untitled by @pluvialpoet
untitled by @muertawrites 18+
“one scoop for two” by @loveronlineee
“jealousy, jealousy” by @theoreticslut
“dark matter” by @luveline
“please don’t go” by @spiderrrling 18+
“contentment” by @hellfiremovieclub 18+
“damsel in destruction” by @/muertawrites
“cheaper by the dozen” by @/muertawrites
“i know what those stains are” by @/muertawrites
“untitled” by @/muertawrites
“small talk” by @/muertawrites
“tequlia sunrise” by @/muertawrites 18+
“of incense and intimacy” by @/muertawrites 18+
“nothing else matters” by @munsons-maiden 18+
untitled by @/muertawrites
“eddie munson and sex” by @/muertawrites 18+
untitled by @/muertawrites 18+
untitled by @/muertawrites 18+
untitled by @/muertawrites 18+
untitled by @/muertawrites 18+
“iced tea and lemonade” by @pupkou 18+
“hot and bothered” by @lilacletter 18+
untitled by @indouloureux 18+
untitled by @poppy-metal 18+
“eddie loves eating it from the back” by @hauntinghawkins 18+
untitled by @kingkatsuki 18+
“even as a shadow, even as a dream | part 2 | part 3” by @the-wild-wolves-around-you 18+
“i can’t carry it for you, but i can carry you” by @/the-wild-wolves-around-you
untitled by @/muertawrites 18+
“did you just fake that?” by @spiderrrling 18+
“with love, eddie munson | part 2” by @/spiderrrling
“eddie munson and the five love languages” by @alrightieaphroditie 18+
untitled by @/indouloureux 18+
“youth of america” by @ohcaptains 18+
untitled by @diaryofaprettyprincess 18+
untitled by @/diaryofaprettyprincess 18+
“glory” by @eratolasting 18+
“insatiable girl” by @peterthepark 18+
“pop” by @thelovebouquet 18+
“wildflower” by @/thelovebouquet 18+
“following the herd” by @uglypastels 18+
untitled by @eddies-ashtray 18+
“wrapped around your finger” by @/lilacletter 18+
“i can make you scream” by @corrodedcherry 18+
“tongue twister” by @queenofthefaceless
untitled by @/indouloureux 18+
“don’t tell steve” by @chaoticmunson 18+
“can i borrow your bed? | part 2” by @hard-candy-writing 18+
untitled by @princesssmimi 18+
“posters on the wall” by @mydearzero 18+
untitled by @/princesssmimi 18+
“the freakshow” by @/indouloureux 18+
“the guessing game” by deactivated account
(part 2)
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hate when a female character gets a lot of hate but I dont like her either. sorry queen I cant defend you
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Eddie Munson tapes his rings to make them smaller to fit his fingers. That’s it, that’s the post.
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DAVID HARBOUR AS JIM HOPPER.
Stranger Things, 01.05 — “The Flea and The Acrobat”
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Eddie Munson + Joseph Quinn’s improvisation
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hi rory!! i gotta know more about the scrunchies wip !!
Hey em!!!
The scrunchies wip has a little less than 200 words right now 💀 because I thought of an idea but then realized I needed something else to make it what I want
Eddie has long hair :) and I pictured pulling his hair up for him because he won’t stop bitching about being hot, then after that he just kind of keeps stealing scrunchies from you
#thanks for asking!!#it’s basic :) but I like that it’s like a snippet#sweet--em#wip#asks#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader
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I LOVE IT this is so adorable😭 him with cats???? Yes???? He seems like someone that is a cat person but also is like “never trust a cat, they have a mind of their own” while also trusting a cat with his life
Eddie vs cats!!!! Tell me more!!! (this is my main for @hellfiremovieclub 😭)
Hi Rory!!! Thank you for asking me about my WIP!
I mean Eddie + cats is one of my favorite things! And that comic from @self-indulgent-simp is so freaking good!! Like the little kitty biting Eddie and then just a hoard chasing him is such a cute imagery.
When I first saw it I was like I want more! I wanna read hours of this concept! And I couldn't find anything like it so I was like okay maybe I should just write it!
I have literally nothing in the doc except a link to the art. However, what I'm imagining is Eddie like busting into the trailer being like "I'm being chased!" and like reader being like oh shit what upside down creature is chasing my baby? and then it's like cats. and she's relieved but also like WTF? how? and why?
so it's gonna be a fluff crack fic for sure just gotta find time to write it!
Also thank you @/self-indulgent-simp for all your art! You give amazing inspo and content for all us Eddie craze to enjoy! I truly appreciate you!
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i’m doing mine on a reblog but :) thanks for the tag!! the 5 and 1 wip seems so cute 😭 looking forward to it!!
Steve
untitled 1
depollute me
call it what you want
nothing new
sh5
satellite
Eddie
scrunchies
pip
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untitled 3
ed untitled 3
Steddie
the rust on your door
i tag @indouloureux @theowritesstuff @tiredfangirlsworld and anyone that would wanna do it :) share your ideas!!
WIP tag game
Tagged by: Irma! I love talking about WIPs thank you for tagging! @theold-ultraviolence
rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs
Damn I have a lot - i’m gonna section it like I do in my app I use (bc i’m organized okay)
Just as Sane AU
Movie night!
Face Painting
Loveless (damn okay emily)
Art Studio
Eddie Munson Week (I failed this :(((((( I was so busy I didn’t have any time to write I was so sad!!)
The 5 times wayne saw you and eddie fall deeper in the love, The 1 time you two actually admit it (i’m almost finished with this one)
Day four (August 18): matching tattoos/ rings or secret relationship AU
Day six (August 20): hero/ hiding or enemies to lovers/ rivals to lovers AU - this is my inspo
Eddie vs Cats (based on this art)
Almost forgot to tag! (no pressure of course) and no this isn’t a ploy for me to try and get sneak peaks! not at all!
@hellfiremovieclub @storiesbyrhi @havecourage-darling @intergalacticaquarium @munsons-maiden and anyone else who wants to do it!
#wip#there’s… a lot :)#i have a lot of ideas and little time/ambition to do them#but i love each idea#these are fun to do!!
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it’s not exactly a car, steve. and it’s not exactly mine, but, uh… it’ll do.
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I can’t do this without you. (insp)
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should i incorporate this into a oneshot
attention seeker | eddie munson
summary: Eddie is constantly trying to get your attention. Sometimes he succeeds, sometimes he doesn’t.
warnings: suggested smut (18+ only), it’s… super brief making out??
word count: no clue :) it’s just a short blurb (edit: turns out about 500)
a/n: i was going to write headcanons but then ended up with this randomly, hope you enjoy :)
-> masterlist
(Context since this is pulled from headcanons: Eddie snapping the reader’s bra to get her attention)
Eddie pulled out his doe eyes quickly, his smile showing that he was happy to pull your attention towards him. “I ask for forgiveness?”
“And I ask that you let me read for longer than five minutes.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his desperate attempt, luring an ornery look from him.
He sighed dramatically, throwing his head back against the couch. With the back of his hand resting on his forehead you would’ve though he was coming down with something, had his theatrics not been such a huge part of his personality.
“How am I to make it so long without you?” His other hand gripped his chest.
It was hopeless that night, or at least in that moment. You shut your book and sat it aside, catching Eddie’s eye peeping at you before he shut again. He was too roguish for his own good.
You turned yourself, finding your new spot in Eddie’s lap. This was quick to earn his approval, head lifting and hands finding their place at your waist in an instant. You chuckled at his eagerness.
So quick to think he’s won, you thought.
One of your arms curled around his neck, your free hand delicately brushing his hair out of his eyes. “You’re so pretty,” you murmured.
His eyes were soft again, though with a different intention than before. Eddie’s fingers skimmed beneath the strap of your tank top to find your bra strap again.
“Maybe… it wasn’t the most mature thing, to snap your strap like that.” He put two fingers beneath the strap, gently brushing them against your shoulder.
There was an excitement in his eyes that you noted.
He continued, “But, I mean, look at where it got me.”
His eyes glanced over your face, another smile forming on his lips as he leaned forward to shower you with kisses. This pulled another laugh from you, his soft lips leaving a tingling sensation behind. Eddie was a lot to handle, you could never deny that, but the payoff was always tender.
“You really are pretty, y’know?” You cupped his cheek, “I don’t know that I say it enough.”
A hint of red came across his cheeks. You had said it a hundred times in that week alone, and if you said it a hundred more that day it would’ve had the same effect.
“Will being pretty win me anything?” He finally spoke, licking his lips.
You nodded, “It’ll win you a lot of things.”
Eddie swallowed as he watched you more carefully. You adjusted yourself in his lap, pressing closer to him and moving your hands to the more sensitive skin under his shirt. Both of his hands were found back at your waist, gently squeezing to encourage you to carry on.
His eyes fluttered shut as you leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips. One. Two. The count got higher.
You felt Eddie’s tongue brush across your lip, and that’s when you decided to pull away. His head followed your momentarily, hoping to link yourselves together again.
“Unfortunately,” you spoke softly, “it’s not going to win you anything right now. Give me those soft eyes again in twenty minutes, we’ll see how things go.”
Eddie hadn’t really processed what you said, his hands following your waist as you climbed right back off of him.
“Now, wait a fucking minute.” Eddie shook his head, mouth open in disbelief.
“Twenty minutes! Let me read in peace, and then you can whine later.” You pressed a kiss into the corner of his lips, “Promise.”
it’s super short but 🤡
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Hey! I don't know if this counts as 🌽 but I wanted to request one with Steve based on you are in love by taylor swift, you can choose the phrase or just the song in general and anyway I've been binging your masterlist and I am in love with it <3
this totally counts my sweet thank you!! this song is so sweet like UGH! my favorite part of this song has always been "One night he wakes/Strange look on his face/Pauses, then says/You're my best friend". anyway, thank you for your kind words <3 i hope you like this! fem!reader and fluff
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"Shit."
You're woken up by a soft curse followed by a not-so-soft thud. The bedroom is dark and it feels like you've been asleep for mere minutes.
"Steve?" you whisper. You know it's him -- you're in his room, after all -- but it doesn't hurt to check.
"Yeah," he murmurs back. "Sorry for waking you. Can I turn on a light now?" You reach for your bedside table and find your lamp. The warm glow makes you squint and yawn, but at least now you can see him. He looks guilty but his expression is fond, his belt is undone and he holds his shirt in his hands like he was undressing in the dark. Which, you suppose, he was.
"Hi, handsome," you say. He flushes. "What time is it?"
"12:30. Just got back." You managed to fall asleep only an hour ago. Still, you're glad to see him. Just looking at him makes you feel warm and happy.
"Kinda early, Steve. Eddie's parties usually go till 2 or 3." He just shrugs and sheds his jeans before opening drawers in search of sleep pants.
"You still feeling sick?" You were both supposed to go tonight, but you got a headache before dinner that wouldn't leave you alone. You practically forced Steve to go without you, telling him you'd just sleep it off in his room.
"Not really." You yawn, closing your eyes and stretching like a cat in his bed. When you open them he's got his sweatpants on and he stands at the edge of the bed watching you. "What?" you ask.
"You're pretty," he says. You blow a raspberry at him for his flirting. He laughs at you and goes to brush his teeth. You opt to snuggle back into the covers and let him turn off the light.
He does and gets into bed beside you, bringing his face close to yours. The expression he wears isn't one you see on him very often -- it's like he doesn't know what to say.
"Why'd you come back so early, Steve?" You reach out to trace a line down his nose.
"Missed you," he says. "Wasn't as fun without you."
"Sorry," you frown. "I wish I had just come."
"No, that's not what I'm saying." He grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth to kiss your open palm. "I always miss you when you're not there. You're my best friend. Every room is better with you in it." A lump forms in your throat at his words. Steve calls you a lot of things -- his pretty girl, his sweetheart, his baby, his girlfriend. But he's never said this to you before.
"You're my best friend, too, Steve." He smiles softly and you scoot closer so you can kiss him. You're still a little sleepy so it's a clumsy, sloppy thing, but you just have to touch him. You want to say more, you want to tell him that you love him, but you think maybe you'll save that for another time.
When you pull away you can see it written on his face: he loves you too.
join the celebration!
#‘You reach out to trace a line down his nose.’#STOP IT THAT IS SO FUCKING CUTE I MELTEX#MELTED#fic rec#steve fic rec
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"you want to kiss me...in the rain?" with harrington please
you're literally a life saver with these <33
"can i get a kiss?" steve asks as he suddenly stops, his hand in yours.
"you want to kiss me...in the rain?" you question, confused, since you were running to get away from the rain mere seconds ago.
"yeah. we should have our own movie moment," he smiles, making you roll your eyes.
"only you can say stuff like that," you scoff, but moving closer anyway. "if i get a cold, just know that it's your fault, harrington." you say before kissing him passionatelly, forgetting about everything else momentarilly.
send in some dialogues please!! <33
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anyone have tasm!peter fic recs 🥸 or steve harrington 🥸 your works or others
#gonna search the tag#but please :) feel free to share#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#peter parker x reader#tasm!peter x reader
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THE THING ABOUT STEVE OPENING UP TO HIS PARENTS OMFG. him explaining how he comforted his mom when his dad was unfaithful, how lonely he gets without you. SOBS.
just wanna hold the poor little guy in my arms he needs a long, sensual hug
“I miss you a lot, you know.”
You can barely hear him with his face nuzzled into the back of your head, voice muffled in your hair.
A laugh rips through you at his sappy confession.
“Steve, I’m literally in your arms right now.” You chuckle, hugging him closer as proof.
There’s a beat of silence. No cheeky reply or witty comeback. Your brows knit together as you twist in his lap, hoping to get a look at his face.
His tone sounded nonchalant, but his face suggests otherwise. Fussing with the belt loops on your pants, his face is screwed up a bit, troubled. Concern washes over you like a bucket of ice water as you grab his hands.
His head falls back a bit, accentuating his neck. Hair falls over his eyes and you quickly swipe it back, trying hard to soothe him wordlessly. He stares at you, perturbed, before dropping his gaze once again and mumbling.
“When you’re gone... I miss you when you’re gone.” You’d think he was being bashful if he wasn’t so visibly upset.
Your eyes soften at his vulnerable admission and you start to subconsciously massage his hands, soothe him. He looks off to the side, unable to meet your gaze, and your chest aches at his unintentional pout.
“Hey,” you lean down, hoping to meet his eyes. “I miss you too.”
A shaky breath rakes through him and he looks down to where his hands meet yours. His voice is so small, you almost miss the words completely.
“I miss you all the time. You’ll be gone for an hour and I can’t stand it… Can’t stand this empty house…”
You felt your heart shatter, squeezing his hands a little tighter.
“I hate being here, it… it has so many shitty memories…” He swallowed harshly, mustering his courage. “And when I’m alone… they all start flooding back.”
Hesitantly, he peaked up at you, afraid of what you might say, but your face speaks for you. It’s soft and patient and warm, prompting him to continue.
He sighs again, squeezing his eyes tight to ground himself.
“When I was really young, like maybe five or six or something, my dad was gonna…” He trailed off, eyes zoning out on the necklace around your neck.
You swipe a thumb over his hand — bring him back to himself. He looks up at you with a small smile. It doesn’t reach his eyes.
A sigh, then he starts again, still unable to meet your gaze. “When I was really young, my dad was gonna leave me and my mom. Leave the house, move outta Hawkins, the whole nine yards…”
He nibbles his lip a little, pensively.
His eyes glazed over again, recalling all his painful core memories – sitting at the top of the stairs, hearing his parents arguing in the kitchen, their shadows dancing across the wood panel floor as they spit poison at one another.
His eyelids flutter briefly as he comes back to himself with a little sniffle and a small shake of the head.
Stoic, unfeeling.
“My mom found out why he was spending so many late nights at the office.” He scoffed humorlessly, looking up at you with a callous expression. “He was screwing his secretary. How cliché is that?” He laughed again, looking back to his lap.
Silence took over the room for a few more moments before he started again, quieter.
“He stayed, obviously… but nothing’s really been the same since then. They stopped coming home as much and when they were home they weren’t really here and more often than not I would be left alone in this big house and…”
He trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.
You grab his neck, hugging him to your chest and resting your chin on the crown of his head.
There’s no tears, he’s too tired for that. All he can do is wrap his arms around you and pull you closer, gripping onto you to make sure you wouldn’t disintegrate in his grasp.
“I got you,” you say the words so soft, so soothing, not wanting to startle him.
You wish you could’ve been here, when he was young. You would do anything to help him, to change the past. But all you can do is be here with him now. Comfort him, hold him, remind him that someone cares.
He pulls away, eyes a little misty, but face hard.
“Sorry,” he gives you a reassuring squeeze on the wrist, then gently shimmies out from under you, standing abruptly and rubbing his hands up and down his thighs nervously. “Didn’t wanna be a mood killer…”
He turns to walk away, but you grab his arm instead, stopping him.
“Hey,” you call out softly. When he turns around, it takes everything in you not to pull him into another hug. “I love you, ok?”
His face is still crestfallen, but he shoots you a flicker of a smile to appease you.
“Yeah, love you, too.” He pulls away again, ready to move past it.
You grab his wrist a little tighter, turning him back to you, your expression serious.
“Like, a lot... Ok?” You give him a stern look.
“Right…” His eyes unfocus again, this time on your face.
He’s really never had anyone care this much about him. Usually it’s always the other way around.
You stroke his hand, reminding him you're still here. You’re not going anywhere.
He takes a quick step towards you, leaning down to plant a kiss right on your hairline, his nose bumping the top of your head and his hand resting against your ear. A soft hum vibrates against your skin before he’s stepping back, looking towards the kitchen.
He heads for the door and you find your heart dropping just a little. His parents really did a number on him.
He’s almost gone, his foot halfway out the door, when you hear him mumble back to you.
“I love you a lot, too.”
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