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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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morning newspapers & fresh coffee

summary: as Hawkins and the Upside Down begins to merge into one, Eddie runs to you and places a ring on your left hand. "The moment we beat this fucking demon, I'm marrying you." And he does - trading weapons for morning newspapers and the scent of blood for fresh coffee for each morning.

tags: Eddie x gn!reader (no pronouns/descriptions), pure domestic fluff, blissful married life, 1% angst 99% fluff, happy ending for everyone sue me, obviously off-canon in many respects, oneshot

☆ word count: 4.2K+ ☆

a/n: i think we all need this. plz enjoy happy husband!Eddie and pure domestic bliss! uwu

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Sometimes you still get nightmares of that day.

The pavement beneath you rumbling, cracks of cement burning with hot lava bubbling underneath, the trees in the road falling one by one like dominoes. Crushed cars with their headlights still on, shattered glass crunching beneath your boots as you force one foot in front of the other.

The taste of iron blood and the smell of putrid smoke, burning flesh wafting from every direction as you step over a rotting demonic bat carcass, kicking over its limp body with your left foot. The action is futile - you're exhausted, dehydrated and above all, scared.

The only thing keeping you going is the promise Eddie murmured against your lips before splitting to run off with Dustin and his bunch, whilst you are to stay with the other kids under 'Max babysitting' duty.

"As soon as this shit is over. Our hideout spot, Lover's Lake, the-" he'd frantically whispered into the night, hands cradling your face gently. You were suppressing your tears the best you can, fear churning in your stomach.

"The rock overlooking the cove, the first place we ever kissed." you finished for him, voice breaking towards the end. Damn it, you cursed yourself. You had to be brave for the kids as you forced yourself to stand up straight. Eddie just smiled at that, but it didn't reach his eyes - it was cautious, slightly worried and forced.

"Meet me there, okay? As soon as you hear over this walkie talkie-" he squeezed the black object in your left hand. "Code green, we meet there."

You nodded quickly, relishing the warmth of his hand in yours before he planted a short, swift kiss to your chapped lips.

"I'll see you there, okay? Don't flake out on me, because I have a very important question to ask you."

Dustin was pulling on the sleeves of Eddie's jackets before you could question the metalhead further, and you were left standing there alone. Left hand grasping and ungrasping the walkie talkie with unease.

You didn't know why you bothered to drag yourself to the lake. Even as the battle had seemingly already been lost, the alternate universe bleeding into the mortal, the barrier separating the two worlds gone. Max was unresponsive. The line on the walkie talkie had gone dead half an hour ago. Last status update from Dustin?

A code yellow.

Not great, but not bad.

But you'd made a promise to your boyfriend. And if the world was going to end tonight, you might as well have it end with him by your side, his lanky arms tightly wrapped around your shoulder.

You're not sure how long you sit on the wet rocks overlooking the cove, legs anxiously swinging back and forth as the sun turns blood red. Specks of grey ash fall onto your hair and clothes, making you frustratedly wipe away the carnage every few seconds. Seconds bleed into minutes in agony and you find yourself looking back every two seconds, hand clenching around your metal baseball bat.

After all, it's the only weapon you've chosen to bring with you as you dragged your limp body to the lake.

The physical pain feels nothing compared to the excruciating agony of the wait, the constant "what ifs" and worst case scenarios flooding your overactive mind. You're scared for your friends. You're scared for this town. And you're terrified for Eddie.

Just as your hope begins to slip, however, the sound of a car screeching to a halt on the road nearby grabs your attention. It's accompanied by a masculine voice cursing and staggered footsteps, leaves crunching underneath boots, and then a broken voice calling your name.

You nearly slip with how fast you rise from your spot, throwing yourself into Eddie's arms as he drops his guitar on the floor and opens up for an embrace. His face is caked in dirt, hair matted underneath his blood soaked bandana and large gashes decorating his abdomen and legs. He looks worse for wear, to say the least.

But he's alive.

He's fucking alive, heart beating underneath his ripped band t-shirt and leather jacket, scarred hands circling around your waist.

"I-I thought you weren't coming back to me." you confess into his chest, the tears falling involuntarily. It's spilling out all at once, the heightened anxiety, the impending doom befalling you and your friends, the rush of nightmares you've been experiencing ever since the walkie talkie went offline. Silent tears leak from his tired eyes at that confession, calloused fingers rubbing circles into your back as he quickly places a kiss onto your forehead.

"I had to make it back to you, sunshine. I had to ask you that important question, remember?" he breathlessly adds, voice tainted with fear.

"What is it?" you question, as the ground beneath the two of you rumbles. Eddie pulls away for half a second, quickly reaching for one of his metal rings before pulling it off his scarred finger with a pained hiss. You chastise him immediately, warning him not to hurt himself, but all protests die in your mouth when he then suddenly gets on one knee.

"Angel, you are without a doubt the best thing to have ever happened to me. And as soon as we stop this Upside Down bullshit from completely overtaking Hawkins, I want to make you mine forever. Would you... be willing to be mine... forever?"

He presents the ring to you dramatically, hands and voice both shaking. The world's ending and Eddie Munson is proposing to you.

"Yes, yes, a thousand percent yes!" you scream before crashing into him. It's a bundle of limbs, arms and legs wrapping around his chest, causing both of you to fall onto the dirt floor. But neither of you care - it's nothing compared to the grime you two are already covered in, and it's especially nothing compare to the pure, unbridled joy filling your hearts as he slides the accessory onto your ring finger.

"The moment we beat this fucking demon, I'm marrying you." he grins, winking at you. And you laugh, genuinely, for the first time in months.

It's been five years since that day and you still get nightmares.

It's what causes your body to tremble in your sleep now, the slow whines escaping your lips waking Eddie immediately before he's gently shaking you awake.

"Babe. Babe. (Y/n)-"

At the mention of your name your eyes fly open, harsh breaths leaving your lungs in scattered gasps as you frantically sit up and survey the room. You're still in panic mode, sensing danger everywhere as you tense up and stare at Eddie wide-eyed. At this point, he already knows what you've dreamt about without you even having to say it.

"It's fine, you're fine. Everyone's fine." he mutters gently and you choke on a sob, feeling both relieved and embarrassed. "Aw, come here."

He quickly shifts to sit you on his lap, hands coming up to caress your cheeks as you cry silent tears in his embrace, body still shaking from the vivid terrors.

"I-it feels so real each time-" you choke out, scrunching your eyes shut, wishing those memories away. He's nothing but understanding as he holds you, cooing gentle lullabies under his breath as he rocks you lightly back and forth. Your blurry eyes focus in on the contents of your shared bedroom with Eddie, it slowly beginning to set in that you're no longer in that version of Hawkins.

His oversized hellfire shirt draped over a half-done pile of laundry. His guitar hanging by the potted sunflowers you planted last June. The stack of polaroids strung up over your bedside table, candid photos of you and Eddie doing mundane things - cooking, checking the news, carrying a bag of groceries. It'd started as an inside joke the first month after the wedding, your fingers snapping a photo as Eddie lazily read the side of a cereal box one morning. A joke which had now extended into several years of marriage and countless photographs decorating the pastel walls of your master bedroom.

"Can you say your affirmations for me?" Eddie lightly questions, making you swallow nervously.

"We've been married for five years. We're in our apartment on the upper east side of Hawkins. The portal to the Upside Down has been closed. All threats have been eliminated. Everyone is safe and alive."

It's a simple set of statements but ones which quickly ground you back to reality - it's been Eddie's idea to have you recite it when you wake up from a nightmare, sweat coating your forehead and heart beating a million miles per hour at the thought of landing back there in that hellhole.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Eds." you croak out. "I-I didn't mean to wake you."

He rolls his eyes playfully, squishing your cheeks and planting a swift kiss to your lips.

"Nah. Can't complain when the sight I wake up to is you, my forever partner."

"Even if that's the sight of me looking incredibly dehydrated and ugly from all the crying?" you tease, wincing when Eddie stands up and pulls the curtains to the side. It's a bright sunny day, clear blue skies and a harsh stream of sunlight glistening off of the windowsill as he looks back at you with a coy expression.

"Objection, your honor! You look hot all the time. Now come on-" he gently pats your butt, urging you to get out of bed. "We need to get a move on if we wanna make it to the market on time."

Pulling one of Eddie's many oversized shirts over your head, your bare legs brace the chilly morning temperatures as you pad out into the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee already filling the air. Eddie's humming a song underneath his breath as he mixes the pancake batter together in a glass bowl, doe brown eyes concentrated on the milky white mixture.

Sitting on the kitchen counter, you take the moment to admire how your husband looks right now. Shoulders relaxed, scarred fingers (still adorned with rings, mind you) grasping the wooden spoon, a gentle smile on his face as he dices bananas into the bowl with ease. When he stretches upwards to retrieve a couple of plates from the cupboard, his shirt rides up and you can still see the scars from the final battle - red, faded, huge wounds scattered across his lower stomach.

"Staring at my hot battle scars, babe?" he quips, using the same lame joke he's used at least a million times since the start of your marriage. You'd asked him once if he'd like to get them covered up with tattoos, but Eddie was insistent on keeping them.

"It's weird but having them on my body reminds me of what I managed to get through. They tell a story, I think, a story with an eventual happy ending." he'd said, brushing aside your worries with an assured grin. "You're real sweet for worrying bout me, angel, but I promise I'm fine. Besides, who doesn't love a scruffed up war hero?"

You'd shoved him lightly in the shoulder, leaning back against the car seat with a playful glare.

"War hero? Someone thinks highly of themselves." you tutted, waving your finger in disapproval. Eddie smirked at you sideways, hands tapping lightly against the dashboard of his van.

"Of course I would. I married you, didn't I?"

"Peanut butter or honey?" Eddie asks you as he scrapes off the pancakes from the pan with a spatula.

"Today I think... honey."

He raises his eyebrows at that, clicking his tongue.

"Honey for my honey, coming right up!"

You groan at that, but it's all for show. The wide puppy dog smile on his face as he shuffles around the kitchen, ducking under odd light fixtures and scrambling through the stack of cutlery for the "perfect" knife and fork to offer you, the sight of your husband preparing breakfast is one you'll never get tired of.

"Is it any good?" he questions as soon as you take a bite, your hair being ruffled from the light winds blowing in from the open window.

"It's amazing as always." you assure him, to which he bows dramatically.

"Thank you for the compliment, your highness."

He grabs his own plate of pancakes before reaching back up to the cupboard and groaning under his breath.

"Shit, did we forget to buy more honey the last time we went grocery shopping?"

"Maybe? I was in a rush back from the office so I thought you'd covered this week's list of groceries already." you note, frowning. Eddie sighs, closing the cabinet back up before sitting back down.

"Damn. Well, I guess it's peanut butter on pancakes for me this morning then."

You're quick to shove your plate towards him.

"Just have some of mine, babe, if you want honey."

His eyes light up at the suggestion, a wicked smirk on his face.

"That actually gives me a great idea."

"Wha-"

Before you can finish your sentence his lips are on yours, tongue teasing your lower lip, the sticky sweet taste of honey lingering afterwards as Eddie smacks his lips. He quickly cuts into his own food before popping the pancake into his mouth, letting out an exaggerated groan of satisfaction.

"Honey on pancakes. My favorite."

The conversation over breakfast is light and calm - perks of it being a Saturday morning in mid-September. He washes up as you hang the laundry by the front lawn. He's folding up the mess of clothes from last night as you water the lillies by the windowsill, admiring the water droplets falling from petal to petal.

"Love, do you prefer to listen to Duran Duran or Quiet Riot in the car today?!" he yells from the living room as you finish gathering the packages by the front porch, tucking the morning newspaper under your arm to see the metalhead holding up two cassette tapes.

"I don't mind either!" you shout back, making Eddie groan. He pouts like a little kid whose candy has been stolen.

"That response doesn't help, babe! How else am I supposed to pick between these two rock legends?" he dramatically whines, making you roll your eyes playfully.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out, you big baby."

Eddie simply sighs dramatically before pocketing the Duran Duran casette, his left hand reaching out to hold yours as his right hand carries the car keys.

"Ready to go?"

"One second." you say, hands flying to your tote bag to make sure you've got everything - keys, water bottle, extra bags, wallet, sunglasses... "All good."

The drive to the farmer's market is filled with Eddie's adorable singing, his dramatic re-enactments of the lyrics drawing odd stares from drivers passing by. Not that he cares, of course. He'd do it all over again just to see you doubled over in laughter, your gorgeous face scrunched up in a permanent grin. It's one of his most favorite sights to see.

His grip on your hand is tight, but still gentle, as you two navigate through the crowds of people, soles of your shoes shuffling against the dirt. You drag him from one booth to another, excitedly holding up different kinds of fruits and vegetables, asking him to hold your things as you run off to a jams and spreads stand.

"What'd you think about this one?" you excitedly ask, holding up a glass jar of raspberry jam to his face. Eddie blinks slowly at your question - he hasn't being paying attention to anything you've been saying at all, too entranced by the way the sunlight's been glistening in your hairline. The soft halo on your angelic features as your tongue delicately wet your lips in between sentences out of habit. It also doesn't help that you're wearing his favorite jeans, the ones that hug your thighs just right and drives him wild. "Eddie. Eddiiieeee-" you sing song, pulling the jar away from his face.

"Sorry, angel, what were you saying?" he blinks, trying to stay focused.

"The jam, Eddie! Raspberry or strawberry, what'd you think?"

He pretends to think about it for a moment.

"Strawberry, I guess."

Handing a crisp $5 to the elderly woman standing in front of you, you place the glass of jam into the bag Eddie's carrying (which at this point is bursting at the seams with all kinds of artisanal fruits, vegetables and breads) before you squeal and begin to tug at his sleeves in excitement.

"There's a waffle stand! Eddie, can we go, please?"

His arms are aching from the heavy load and his legs feel a bit sore from all the walking, but he can't find any space in his heart to refuse you when your sweet voice begs him like that. You have no idea the kind of power you have over him, he thinks. One flutter of your lashes and a slight whine and Eddie's a melted puddle on the floor, willing to bend to your every will.

"Of course we can, angel."

Lunch is thus a mess of sugar and honeyed stickiness - you sitting on Eddie's lap on a nearby bench as he feeds you spoonfuls of waffles drizzled in whipped cream and strawberries. When you later complain that you've got whipped cream all over your mouth, hands flying to your back pocket to pull out a pack of tissues, Eddie just rolls his eyes and kisses away the remnants instead.

"There. Much easier." he declares, proud smirk on his face. "Ready to go home?"

You nod, satisfied, head delirious from the sugar rush and the gaze of uninhibited adoration on his face.

"Yeah."

As the sun begins to set over the horizon, you glance over at Eddie on the drive back, admiring how well he's aged in the past five years. His hair's been cut slightly shorter, but his curls have been maintained. There are a few fine lines carving his cheekbones now when he smiles, a slight discoloration on his left hand from the burns sustained years ago. But it only makes him all the more beautiful, you think.

"What're you thinking so hard about?" he questions you, noticing that you've been rather silent for a while.

"Nothing." you respond, content. "Just... how gorgeous you are."

He lightly blushes at the compliment, and it never fails to amuse you how after everything - five whole years of marriage - he still gets flustered when you call him beautiful.

"Right back at you." he says, throwing you a quick wink in the rearview mirror.

Exhaustion hits in full force as the sun sets and you two are now back home, with Eddie shuffling through the contents of your fridge to make space for the new groceries as you thumb through the morning paper on the sofa. The only sounds in the room is the light rain beginning to drizzle outside, droplets hitting against glass in repetitive rhythm as you quickly abandon reading before hugging your husband from behind.

"I'm bored." you complain into his back, face squished against his body. His entire body reverberates with a laugh, one hand coming to pat your head affectionately.

"We were just out, angel."

"I know, but the rain always makes me sleepy and bored, you know that."

"Indeed I do. Hey-" he pulls away from you briefly. "How about we have a little date night then?"

You frown, confused.

"S-sure, but it's raining and I'm not sure if we can get a reservation so late-"

He chuckles, brushing stray hairs away from your eyes.

"No, silly. I meant like a date night inside."

That piques your interest, making you cock your head sideways.

"What'd you mean?"

Turns out, his idea of a 'inside date night' is both silly and romantic. First, he tells you to dress up as if you two were actually going out. Style your hair, put on your best clothes, spritz your perfume. He doesn't even let you leave your shared closet before he pretends to knock and presents you with a bouquet of hastily pulled out lillies, a boyish smile on his face.

"For you, my perfect date."

He's dressed up slightly too, collared blue shirt tucked into black linen pants, a sight which makes your heart skip a little faster.

"Thank you, dear husband."

He refuses to let you help in the kitchen as he prepares your favorite meal, sitting you down on the counter and asking you random questions to keep you preoccupied.

"We've been married for five years, Eddie. What could you possibly not know about me?" you question, amused. He laughs at that, crouching by the kitchen oven as he speaks.

"Not those kind of questions, silly. There's plenty of other things I could ask about like... I don't know, would you rather... fight a mermaid or a polar bear?" he finishes cautiously.

"What? What kind of question is that?" you splutter through bursts of giggles, making Eddie throw his hands up in mock surrender.

"I don't know! I'm just trying to keep this marriage fresh. Now answer, babe." he sends you a warning glare, but the ghost of a smile on his face gives him away. It makes you lean forward in interest, head resting on your propped up arms.

"A polar bear."

He gasps at that.

"What? No. You'd been mutilated in an instant! I'd choose the mermaid, you can probably just gut them like a fish and be done with it." he retorts, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Or they could drown you by dragging you to the bottom of the ocean." you counter, raising your eyebrows.

"Oh, and a polar bear wouldn't cut you down with its claws and feed on your flesh?"

The two of you stare at each other in silence before bursting into a fit of laughter, you burying your head into your hands as Eddie doubles over, body folded in half.

"God, why did you ever marry me?" he questions, slightly out of breath as he leans against the counter across from you. You stand up ever so slightly, nose brushing against his, response muttered against his lips.

"Probably because you're the most handsome, kind, funny and charismatic person I've ever met. And you give good head."

He kisses you hungrily at that admission, counter top digging into his stomach as he leans in closer, hands grasping at your neck and pulling you practically right up against him. Your mind is still dizzy from the kiss when he leans back down, tongue licking his lips, chasing the after taste of your chapstick.

"I fucking love you, (Y/n) Munson."

The smell of burning food - accompanied by the sudden loud blaring of the smoke alarm - cuts into the tender moment, making you jump off of your seat to grab a fire extinguisher as Eddie hastily opens up the oven to see the oven tray on fire. Once the fire's extinguished and the smoke has cleared, Eddie's standing by you with a sheepish smile on his face, already reaching for the house telephone.

"Maybe we should just order i-"

"Yeah."

Eddie still makes the best of the night though: draping a blanket over the living room floor and setting down a few lit candles around the edges. He's pouring you a bottle of wine as you answer the door to accept the delivery, his gaze aflame with infatuation as you sit back down across from him.

In between inside jokes and conversation about the kids - "Max called yesterday. She and Lucas were wondering if they could swing by tomorrow for lunch?" "Of course they can! At this point, I'm offended they'd even ask us for permission." "Eddie, I think they're trying to avoid a Dustin-esque incident like last Thanksgiving. Remember? We nearly called the cops because someone kept on banging on our door at three in the morning?" - the food is devoured quickly. And once the dishwasher's been filled, the blankets re-folded and the lights turned off for the night, Eddie's waiting for you in bed, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts.

"All good?" he asks you. You nod.

"All good."

It's automatic and natural the way your body fits against his as the final light in the house - the lamp on the bedside table next to Eddie - goes out. His strong arms wrap around your shoulder, pulling you against his chest, his musky cologne overwhelming your senses as he lays a sloppy kiss onto your bare shoulder.

"I love you so much, angel." he whispers against your skin, hot breath tickling your neck. It makes your heart flutter no matter how many times you hear his love being confessed (which is basically every night).

"I love you too, Eddie." you respond, squeezing his hands comfortingly. You turn around carefully in his grasp, being able to somewhat make out the outlines of his face in the dark. "I'm so glad I get to spend every day with you."

He chuckles at that, fabric rustling underneath him as he shifts closer.

"I'd hope so, babe. Cause you're stuck with me for the rest of your life."

You peer open one of your eyes at that.

"Unless I divorce you for Steve."

He gasps dramatically, body immediately straightening up.

"You wouldn't."

You hum mockingly, pretending to actually give it a think, before bursting into a fit of soft giggles that shakes against Eddie's chest.

"You're right, I wouldn't. You're my forever, Eddie Munson." you whisper, right on the precipice of sleep. The last thing you feel is Eddie's calloused fingers stroking your back tenderly, and Eddie's soft response being whispered against your ears.

"Thank you for being my forever, love."

a/n: pure domestic brainrot I want to live here plz

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bakeryblood · 2 years

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MILF

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Explicit Language/Descriptions, Slurs

@alexs-playground

“You smell that boys?” Jason Carver, Hawkins resident star athlete, the number one runner for prom king was making his rounds of the lunch room and had settled in behind the table that held the hellfire club with his team of lackies standing on either side of him.

“Smells like faggot, right? Or am I imagining things..” He stood there in his letterman jacket, arms crossed as his friends laughed. Egging him on to continue as the younger members of the DnD club kept their eyes down. Y/N had listened to them talk about their current for weeks now as he worked at the closest Academy store a few towns over that the school had contracted with to provide new equipment and uniforms, shoes and so on. Your manager had decided who better to make the trips back and forth to make the deliveries than their employee who also went to school there.

So every shift you worked you loaded up a couple boxes into your boyfriends van and the next day you’d have to brave the mens locker room and get the coaches signature letting your boss know the school had actually received what they paid for. Eddie despised it.

Even if nothing had happened to you, and you never told him what you heard Jason and the others talking about it was like he just knew. Chrissy and Eddie this, Eddie and Chrissy that. Carver must have been the most insecure man in the school, hell it was your boyfriend he was insinuating things about. Not that he would actually put his own girlfriends reputation down by saying he was worried they were fucking but why else would he be so hung up on the topic.

Y/N squeezed Eddie’s hand that he had been holding under the table before brushing their hands against his pants, motioning for him to break his grip. Eddie shot him a look and looked over their expression. You’d gotten an idea.

Clearing your throat you slowly stood up and the jocks took a couple steps away, you were very similar to Eddie in that you had to repeat the school year several times but the difference was that you were actually intentionally intimidating. Not just because you hung out with freaks but because you had no problems with getting into a fight to defend one, it was one of the main reasons Eddie had fallen for you in the first place, you didn’t run.

“I don’t know Carver, I think you must be mistaken.” Y/N turns around with a smirk as the blonde before him gave a huff and uncrossed his arms.

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Oh, well..You know a couple of days ago when your mom called the house and you picked up?” Y/N had to use all his restraint to not laugh at the way Jason’s facial expression changed to that of confusion. You’d overheard him talking about him and Chrissy hanging out and watching a movie when his mother called the house telling him she wouldn’t be home until late. At the time he had been all for it, excited even that he might get more time to attempt to put the moves on his girl.

“How do you even…get to the fucking point—“

You took a couple steps forward in a pretend attempt to make it seem like you were trying to keep the conversation hush-hush, “You know that really nice restaurant, yeah? Pretty close to your house, the Italian place.” You licked your lips as if you were reminiscing about the night, clasping your hands together as you relayed the story. “I figured since your dad is outta town why the hell not go for it right?”

“How the fuck do you even know that my dad is—“

You held up your hand to cut him off, you weren’t even close to the climax of your story. “I’m getting there, patience Jason. Anyway, I took her out to a really amazing seafood dinner.” Jason’s friends brains seemed to be catching on a lot faster than his own, which was understandable. His mother was the wife of a Deacon, well liked and affluent in the community. It was like his brain had skipped a beat while trying to process what you were saying as you said it.

“And I mean, I treated her real good, like a goddamn princess. I know that’s probably what she’s used to and all but she deserves it having a piece of shit like you for a kid.” The entire lunchroom was now hyper focused on the one sided conversation taking place. You were now mentally thanking yourself for taking those three years of drama.

“You better..” Jason took a step forward and held his finger out towards you as he lowered his voice, looking to the side and noticing how many people were listening. “You better shut the fuck up right now L/N..” You chuckled lightly an turned on your heel before taking a step onto the plastic chair you had been sitting in earlier and then taking a stand on the table.

“You gotta hear the best part though Jason. So then after we were done, I took her back to my place and fucked the absolute shit outta your mom and she fuckin’ loved it!” You bent over as you raised your voice, finishing out the end of the sentence, you then imitated the movement with your hands in front of your lap as if you were gripping onto someone’s hips.

Jason was red in face as the room broke out into howling laughs, ‘oohs and ahhs’ echoing as his eyes never left your form standing in the table. Eddie looked up at you after turning away from Jason whose chest was rising and falling with heavy angry breaths. “Run.”

As he rushed to lunge at your legs and pull you off the table you quickly made your way off the other side, kicking Dustin’s tray off as you did so much to his dismay.

“Damn Jason! Selfish much? Did you think those tits were only for you to suck on?” You yelled as you stared him down from across the table. When he made his move to start running around one side you faked to the other end. Maybe if Andy and Chance hadn’t been so busy laughing their asses off they could have helped him out in blocking your route of escape.

Eddie was smacking the table with his fist as he had long since joined the others in laughing, you were pretty damn convincing in your performance. If he hadn’t made sure almost all of either of yours’ free time was spent fucking each other or doing literally anything else he might have actually believed that you’d gotten it on with Carvers mother.

“What? Don’t like the idea of me pounding away into her while you and Chrissy were snuggled up on the couch?” Jason might’ve had the upper hand in that he could continuously give chase, his stamina was unrivaled, but you felt decently confident that even if he did catch you and beat your ass that it would be one hundred percent worth it.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Honor thy father AND thy mother Jason! You don’t wanna make god angry right? Taking away her side piece and killing me seems like it would definitely send you straight to hell!” You cackled as you weaves back and forth through the lines of tables until you saw the double doors quickly approaching.

“Get think about that next time it’s past your bedtime and you’re all snuggled up in bed, she’s moaning my fuckin’ name in mine!” You kicked bricks out of there fast as hell, bumping into the basketball coach right as he was on his way into the cafeteria, not stopping for even a second to apologize to him.

Y/N was confident that he’d stop Jason in his tracks, and when that inevitable call of his name rang over the intercom asking them to report to the office he would already be long gone. His boyfriend wiped his hot face, the tears from his exuberant laughing smearing as he did. God he loved you. He loved you so fucking much, even if you’d finally decided to listen to him for once and run.

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nykie-love-anime · 5 months

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Funeral Party

Y/N: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited Eddie: - looking at his boyfriend with a curious look on his face - Eddie: If? Robin: - grinning while jokingly exclaiming - Robin: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die

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#reader #y/n #incorrect quotes #male reader #male!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male!reader #stranger things #stranger things incorrect quotes #robin buckley #eddie x reader

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tomurderornottomurder · 2 years

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any other way; eddie munson

pair. eddie munson x ftm reader

summ. strangers to friends to lovers w/ eddie munson n ftm reader.

gen. fluff mostly, angst

tw. swearing, dated language regarding lgbt topics (it's not much), reader refers to self as a woman once, internalized transphobia, implied homophobia, reader implied to be stealth

wc. 2.5k

note. i love this greasy little freak

- if you're not already into the music he's into, he will introduce you to it. if you are though he's like "you're so cool, babe." even before you start dating

- you're both big ol nerds but while you're quiet he's quite the loud mouth

- aka he, the extrovert, adopts you, the introvert, kind of

- he sees you sitting alone at lunch and practically swoops you up. he comes over and introduces himself with the offer of his hand before coming to your side and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. he invites you over to his table before leading you over.

- all the hellfire kids are super welcoming and though you're quiet, they don't mind. they joke around with you like you've always been one of them :')

- plus eddie has you sit by him to check on you

- adding on to that, after you guys are more comfortable he touches you a lot like squeezing your shoulder and stuff to make sure you're good and just cause he needs to touch you all the time

- very touchy feely dude

- anyway back to the plot ish,, he really wants you to join hellfire. he brings it up whenever he can. he really likes you and he loves DnD so naturally he wants his fav person to like his favorite thing

- when u finally give in he's so happy!! like dancing around n shit like he was when chrissy recognized him :)) god he's so cute

- he'll even twirl u around n shit he's fucking adorable

- so, now that he's convinced you, you guys meet after school to fill out character sheets, come up with ur character, and for him to shamelessly flirt (not that he doesn't do that all the time already)

- dude is so fucking hyped and he really enjoys explaining everything to you, he gets a real kick out of it

- every question you have is answered and in probably more detail than you need tbh

- honestly, besides him just being fixated on DnD, he wants to spend more time with you so he goes on and on

- then you're late and he's like you wanna ride back? 👀

- you take him up on his offer and he tries not to be too obvious about it but he plays his favorite songs and is watching you to gauge your reaction

- man nearly crashes but he's good (?) at being distracted while driving

- you make it home in one piece and eddie bids you farewell, watching you to make sure you get inside safe before driving back the lonely drive to his house

- this man loves to shred on his guitar for you, does it to impress you too. it's really cute, he'll get all hyped up and be on his knees, leaning back as he does a solo or honestly just to make you laugh

- your laugh is his favorite thing in the world <3

- he LOVES making you laugh, man. he will go out of his way to get you to laugh because everyone at school already thinks he's a freak so what's the harm? (especially if it charms you)

- dude is a sucker for your approval which isn't like him when it comes to anyone else

- he's always trying to learn more about you, especially since you're quiet

- randomly asks about your interests all the time

- okay so you've joined hellfire, right? and have spent some time with eddie and on your own creating your character and familiarizing yourself with everything

- well guess what happens now,, you get the hellfire t-shirt!!!

- it does something to eddie everytime he sees you wearing it 👀

- he's a little upset though that you usually wear layers over it :( but when you see him on a DnD night as you walk into school or something, you'll pull up the rest of your layers to show it to him and he just cheeses so hard

- god, if you've never seen heart eyes irl before when you do that you have

- also he notices how you're always dressed in layers even if it's ninety degrees but he just attributes it to keeping with your style cause he'll do the same

- once while hanging out with him after hellfire, he notices you're actually talking and kind of a lot or at least more than usual

- it clicks in his head after about the third time you do this alone with him, that you're comfortable with him

- man literally almost weeps

- one time you're actually joking around with him and tell him he has stubby fingers. he looks so shocked and can't even come up with a comeback. he enjoys this side of you.

- also makes him wonder why you'd even notice that 👀 but he never says anything

- okay so whether you smoke or not he'll invite you to smoke sessions but also!! will not pressure you to go if you don't wanna :)

- "it's cool, man. you don't wanna smoke, you don't wanna smoke." he shrugs nonchalantly.

- he runs into you a lot while you're out walking your dog. eddie loves animals but he's also a bit terrified of them. so when your dog barks at him he's like it's not gonna kill me, right?

- you laugh at him and introduce him to your dog and his rocker-boy attitude instantly melts away. he's talking in a high pitch baby voice and everything.

- he often joins you on your walks. you talk about everything and nothing. he also notices that you're not dressed in so many layers and you're constantly fidgeting with your shirt.

- you two start talking a lot and hanging out a whole lot. after some time, you guys just kinda get together. like it literally just happens

- but a couple weeks in it hits you that you still haven't told him yet and it wasn't that you didn't want to, no, it's just so fucking hard. you don't wanna lose eddie.

- you try to ignore it for a while n pretend you're cis and everything is fine but it's not and eddie can tell. he doesn't know how to broach the subject and hopes you'll bring it up first

- when you do get the courage up to tell him, he comes home to find you sitting anxiously on his couch. you ask him to talk and he of course says yes.

- "eddie, please remember i love you,"

- it sounds like you're going to break up with him and eddie starts to feel sick.

- "so please," you practically beg as you look at him with soft eyes, "don't hate me after i tell you this."

- eddie can't stop the churning in his stomach, are you really about to break up with him?

- "i'm a transsexual."

- well that's not what he was expecting to hear

- "i was born a woman but i'm a man. and i love you, eddie," you feel like you have to add that in since you're dealing such a big blow. "i hope this doesn't change things between us," you continue on shakily, playing with your hands as well. "i still wanna be with you but i thought you should know." you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment expecting him to maybe hit you or something but all that hits you are his words

- "i love you, too, y/n, no matter what."

- that's like a jolt of electricity to your heart. you jump up and wrap your arms around eddie in a tight hug, head resting against his chest, and eyes squeezed closed. tears spill silently as you hold onto eddie for dear life.

- eddie wraps his arms back around you and kisses your head. "i could never hate you, sweetheart. never," he finalizes with another kiss to the top of your head.

- it's the 80s and trans ppl especially ftm ppl aren't really known about or are grouped together with gay ppl so you'll have to explain a bit further to eddie but he's very understanding and supportive

- (i personally, headcanon him as trans but anyway)

- he becomes a bit more gentle with you after this, not because you're trans or anything he just doesn't want to make you uncomfortable :')

- much like steve with robin, he keeps the fact that you're trans to himself (as he should). he knows it's your right to tell people and not his, plus he would never want to risk your safety.

- he's always careful with you at school and in public because as much as he likes showing you off, he wants to keep you safe. but if you're alright with it, he's practically got you hanging off his arm

- y'all are like the power couple of hellfire lmao and they're equally annoyed and supportive :) they'll fake gag when you kiss n shit but they're happy for y'all

- you two mainly hang out at eddie's trailer, random nature trails, or just out in the woods. besides just being with each other, y'all's favorite thing to do is bug steve n robin at family video. robin loves u two but also is constantly like i hate you guys lol

- oh my god, remember how i said he's touchy feely?? dude LOVES to cuddle. he lives for it.

- your head on his chest while he combs his fingers through your hair? yes, please!

- he loves it when you guys just hold each other, laying in his bed n watching whatever's on tv or a horror flick robin or steve recommended. he's also a little spoon big time idc what anyone says, man loves to be held but spooning isn't his main thing

- his favorite is when you lay on him whether it's your whole body or just your head on his chest or in his lap

- you have got to play with his hair while you're cuddling, laying, or sleeping together. honestly, even if you're just sitting around, any time really. with your hands in his hair, he's putty in your hands. literally moaned one time when you did it, hair pulling kink much?

- another perk of being eddie's bf is coming along to his shows. his bandmates love you but they always make fun of eddie when he's being all love dovey with u. several of them ask why the hell you're with eddie n will jokingly flirt and are met with smacks to the shoulder by eddie but it's all in good fun

- mmm eddie loves holding your hand. at first he's kinda self conscious cause he gets sweaty hands around you cause he gets nervous n shit but at a certain point, he doesn't care and he knows you don't either

- please hug this man

- he understands that you don't always want to with your chest and all but god when you do? he's in heaven. he loves bear hugs, squeeze him til he's paste and he'll be satisfied

- man is touch starved that's why he savors it so much and just like you, he'll be randomly averse to touch. you guys are great at checking in with each other about it (steve thinks it's so cute, he saw y'all doing it once outside family video then robin caught him being soft about it and she hasn't stopped teasing him since)

- when your dysphoria hits hard, eddie's almost always on top of it. he knows you well and you two are harmoniously connected, so he's very aware of your discomfort. still there are times where you've got to tell him because he won't realize

- mans will wrap you up in blankets to make you comfortable and also because he loves being wrapped in blankets.

- if you're not already in his clothes - he's noticed it's something you do when dysphoric- he'll go through his drawers asking u which u want to wear and literally dresses you himself unless you're uncomfortable. but it's nice to have someone take care of you so you don't have to think about it :')

- if you're okay with it, he'll cuddle you and this is like the one time he's big spoon lol. or he'll have you face him so you can bury your face against him and he runs his hands through your hair and to kiss your head :'))

- dude, whatever and i mean anything that you need, eddie's gonna get it for you. heat pack? no problem. obscene amount of your favorite snack? he's on it! playing that song you love that he hates? only for you, baby ;)

- such a fucking dad. very attentive n great at bad jokes.

- may not be able to cook the greatest but he will do his very best for you, results are mixed.

- back to clothes sharing. he loves sharing clothes!! literally one of his love languages (cough cough, giving his vest to steve, cough cough). he adores you in his clothes and he finds it funny when he catches you taking his clothes. like he'll be strolling into his room and you look like a raccoon in trash before you stand frozen with an armful of clothes

- "what're you doing?" he asks playfully.

- "nothing," you respond before poorly hiding the clothes behind yourself.

- he just laughs and walks over to give you a kiss.

- don't think you're exempt from him stealing your clothes cause he will. and honestly you feel like he pulls them off better than you.

- at some point, you don't know which clothes are yours or his and neither does he

- omg he'll let you wear his rings and stuff and he LOVES it. he's smiling so big like a lovesick teen :))

- also if some of the rings are too big he's gonna laugh at you hehe or if they're too small and get stuck lol

- one day you two are just lying around on his bed. you're both quiet, doing your own things but together. he strums on his guitar lazily while you absentmindedly sew a patch onto the knee of a pair of his jeans which allows your mind to wander. your dog also lies with you two at the foot of eddie's bed.

- your thoughts wander from yourself to eddie and how he sees you and how he's with you. "hey, eddie," you look over at him.

- he turns and looks at you lazily but full of love. he can't help smiling just looking at you. "need somethin', sweetheart?"

- "just wondering," you look at him quickly before looking down at your hands. "why're you with me, ed?"

- he looks genuinely surprised you'd ever ask him that. he even chuckles out of disbelief, "what?" he looks you straight in the eye as he leans over a little bit. "why wouldn't i wanna be with you?" he takes your hands, squeezing them.

- you shrug, pouting your lip, and tears pricking your eyes. "i don't know. just maybe if i was cis-"

- "hey," he says sternly, squeezing your hands again to bring you back to him. "i can't imagine you any other way. and i wouldn't want to."

#murder writes #headcanons #eddie munson x ftm reader #eddie munson x trans reader #eddie munson x transman reader #eddie munson x transmasc reader #eddie munson x m!reader #eddie munson x m reader #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x ftm!reader #i love u eddie munson

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emsgoodthinkin · 1 year

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Thinking about Modern!Eddie secretly watching his plus size partner dance in the mirror with a shrunk lavender t-shirt and panties to “say so” while doing Doja Cats moves, admiring your free spirited unbothered self.

he spooks you, and you get all embarrassed thinking what he saw was probably gross; you get insecure from your curves but he love-struckingly asks you:

“Damn, babe can you dance to that song thats goes “spank me, choke me, bite me or something like that?🤤” oddly surprised he knew that song too

Reblogs appreciated:>

#eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson brainrot #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #doja cat #eddie munson fluff #perv!eddie munson #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson blurb #joe quinn imagine #modern!eddie munson

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zodiyack · 2 years

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PDA (The Fic)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, Eddie Munson

Words: 278

Request: request idea: Eddie and reader making people uncomfortable with their PDA in public but they don’t care cause love🥹❤️

PDA (The Headcannons)

Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @simonsbluee, @sebby-staan, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @darling-i-read-it, @sebby-staan, @tubble-wubble

“No seriously, please stop, everyone’s staring.” Steve’s face was blank, and he was starting to sweat.

“Not our problem.” Eddie smiled, his arms around Y/N’s waist and lips pressing on their cheek, then drifting down to their neck. “Let them stare, they’re just lonely and sad if they have nothing better to do.”

“What makes you think that?” Steve himself was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with the showy display of affection.

Y/N’s arm came up to grip some of Eddie’s hair, causing him to smile devilishly against their skin. “Well, I love Y/N, so what should stop me from expressing that love?”

“Publicity?”

One of Eddie’s eyes opened, his motions stopping momentarily, “You think I’m embarrassed of my love for Y/N?”

“I never said that” Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes.

This time, Y/N spoke up, “We have nothing to hide, is what Eddie’s saying. If people have a problem with him showing his love for me, they likely don’t receive that love and therefore are lonely and sad.”

“That’s a bit harsh.” Steve totally wasn’t feeling called out by the couple’s point. He rubbed the back of his neck. Totally.

“So is the world, Harrington, so is the fucking world.” Eddie droned off as his lips moved up and proceeded to explore Y/N’s, even eliciting a slight moan from them with the ferocity of the kiss.

Some people around them grimaced. Others turned back in their seats, beat red, and hurriedly finished their food. Steve, on the other hand, dwelled on the remark Eddie and Y/N seemed to live by. He was going to prove he wasn’t lonely and sad, even if it took forever.

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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Step bro Eddie finding out that male reader is still a virgin and making sure to change that ahhh

"sh," he coos, "it only hurts the first time, sh."

you tremble, hands reaching for anything to hold on to as he rolls his hips, moaning at the feel of you. you shake your head, "no, no more. hurts too bad."

"well i can't pull out now," you can sense the roll of his eyes. "m'hard because of you. you're so ungrateful, y'know. i'm trying to help you."

"it's not like you'd let me anyway with the way you're squeezing me."

#tw dubcon #s male!reader monday i guess #belle’s mail !#eddie munson (belle’s version)#stepbro!eddie #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson x reader #male!reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things eddie #stranger things #eddie munson

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sweet-demiboi · 1 year

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Trans!Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Warnings: smut, but like eating Eddie out/giving him a blowjob, also fingering him, and him having a praise-kink, you get horny from pleasuring him (is better than it sounds here, I PROMISE) and you have a dick (amab), steamy make-out sessions, kinda sexy times in public, Billy being your supportive bestie, can be read by poc ig, asexuals (basically all people on the ace spectrum) - idk if you're comfortable with eating out somebody else, but if you are, you can read this (also: Eddie is M!Reader's boyfriend already, maybe that makes you more comfortable), m!reader is kinda dominant (but not really top/bottom, I mean he just gives a blowjob)

Summary: You take Eddie out on a date at Hawkin's public pool at night. It quickly becomes quite steamy.

Also: Fem!Readers - I'm not afraid to block you. Just don't interact with this/read it, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

"If my boss finds out about this I'm gonna kill you", Billy says when he hands you his keys to the public pool of Hawkins.

"Yeah, yeah, got it", you snatch them from him and smile sheepishly "Thank you for doing all of this, Bills. It really means a lot to me!"

He sighs "No problem. Just make sure you fuck that guy right, eh", he smirks when you shove him.

"No, seriously, thanks." He only nods while lighting a cigarette, non-verbally asking if you'd also like one.

You decline and get out of the camaro, walking up to your house because Billy had been kind enough to drive you there.

"Good luck, (Y/L/N)", he shouts after you before driving away with screetching tires.

You wave and then get inside - you have two hours for preparing yourself and the location for a date with your gorgeous boyfriend.

You decided to shower first, because hygiene. You put on some cologne and a shirt of 'Iron Maiden' which you might have lent from Eddie without him knowing. You are sure that he will love it on you though, like anytime you wear his clothes.

You snatch three bottles of beer from the fridge and get out of the house again, this time walking up to your own car.

You get in and the first thing you hear when you start the engine is metal. It must be one of Eddie's cassettes he left in here. You don't mind the music and drive to the pool unbothered.

You let yourself in through the entry for 'Employees only!' and put the beer in the fridge that stands in a lazily decorated room for staff.

You also get out the towels you brought and place them near the pool. Happy with the outcome you get back to the car to pick up Eddie from the trailerpark.

When you arrive there your metalhead is already waiting outside, waving at you eagerly. He wastes no time in climbing in your car and kissing you on the cheek as a greeting.

"Hello there", you chuckle "Hi", Eddie's eyes are beaming with joy, making your heart flutter.

"So, where are you taking me?", his curious nature is taking over, making you smile teasingly "Wouldn't be much of a surprise anymore if I told you"

"Buuut otherwise you are technically kidnapping me right now if you don't tell me where we're going"

"Honestly, I don't think you would be opposed to that idea"

"Nah, I wouldn't", Eddie agrees, then he starts commenting on your music: "Listening to pretty cool stuff, pretty boy"

"Mhm, your taste starts growing on me" You continue talking about music and Eddie rants a little about the fun-facts he knows of some bands and D&D as well.

You love listening to him speaking about the things he loves, so you don't bother interrupting him.

You are at the pool when Eddie's stories about magic come to an end and suddenly he looks at you excited.

"What are we doing here?", he asks with a grin spreading over his face.

"Billy gave me the keys. I figured you might like the privacy" You know that Eddie loves swimming but doesn't like all the people whispering about him, his tattoos and top-surgery scars (of which they don't know what caused them).

He leans over and kisses you on the lips this time. His own are soft and you can smell weed, cologne and the fresh tomatos Wayne grows in the small backyard on him. Eddie pulls you closer by the shoulder and you let it happen, let yourself sink into him.

"Been waiting for this", you smile against his lips "Actually, no, sorry, that sounds like I only want to do sexual things with you, which I want, but it's not the main reason of this date. Or our relationship, because I really love your personality and everything and kissing and stuff is just a bonus." Your cheeks go a little red at the rant, but Eddie just smiles.

"I love you too. It's cute when you do that", he kisses the tip of your nose and gets out of the car. You follow after him, a smile on your face.

"Also, that's my shirt!", he exclaims, you don't argue "You left it at mine and I... didn't bother bringing it back to you"

Eddie scoffs playfully at that "How naughty of you" You continue your banter while stripping down, already next to the pool, to your boxers then there is a moment of silence only filled by a grin sneaking on Eddie's face.

When you realise what he's about to do, you are already falling in the water, your boyfriend right behind you. Eddie's laugh is loud when you both are up again, you smack him lightly.

"Jerk" - "Aw, you're so right"

You're diving, make swimming races, battle each other in splashing-competitions and jump in the water from the poolside (Billy would be furious).

When you're both absolutely powered out you get the beer. Sitting next to each other and letting your legs hang in the water is really nice. You lean your head on Eddie's shoulder and basically feel him smile at you.

You take a gulp from your beer "How has your day been so far?"

"Far better since you are here", you smile at that "Dysphoria?" Eddie shruggs "A little" - "Why?"

"No particular reason", he replies "Just...", a sigh follows "My bottom.. like parts- I don't feel so great about them all the time, honestly."

You take his hand in yours in a hope to be comforting "Would you like some convincing of your body being awesome and masc and wonderful?", you ask, Eddie turns his head to you "Hell yeah, what do you have in mind?"

You only smirk at him mieschivously and kiss his lips. You know that he loves making out with you, so you go all out: Caressing his cheeks, touching his back and twisting his nipples. He groans at that.

Your smirk only deepens and you jump back in the water, now you are between his legs. Your feet find a hold on a little ledge under water, so your head is before his crotch.

At first you place your hands on either side of his legs and continue teasing his nipples while pressing yourself upwards with your arms.

Eddie's quiet moans are your reward, plus you love the feeling of his hands in your hair, pulling you towards him even closer.

You scatter his stomach with hickeys and kisses, while you look in his chocolate eyes gleaming from pleasure.

You are at his boxershorts now, two fingers already slipped under the material, still you ask for his permission: "Would you like to take these off so I can continue?"

Eddie nods frantically, making you chuckle. You have never seen him discard his underwear this fast before.

"Aw, are you a little desperate, baby?"

"Y-yes"

"Such a good boy for me, really", you smile, kissing his inner thighs. Eddie whines, edging you on.

"I know baby, you want it bad - just a little more patience and you'll get everything you want."

"Okay", he breathes out, visibly trying to keep his cool.

Your hands travel the sides of his body, graze over his tattoos and finally hold on to his middle "Jesus, I love your slutty little waist so much"

You start massaging his skin, lifting yourself out of the water a little to pepper kisses over his sides, adding a few little red marks.

Eddie is a mess at that point. Whining and moaning lowly the entire time, and you enjoy every sound that comes out of his mouth.

"Baby, you're being so good for me", you praise him "Such a good boy" You know he's actually a slut for being called this and being praised.

One of your hands sneaks down to his crotch and starts playing with his cute little dick, which is already slick with his arousal. Eddie's moanes become high-pitched at that and he looks at you with even more want in his eyes.

"Tell me what you want", you request "You earned it"

"Your tongue, please", his hands are shaking "Between my legs"

"Do you want me to eat you out or suck your dick?"

"B-both, maybe?"

"Both it is", you smile at him and then go down on his body again. You push your face between his legs and start expertantly licking his wet boypussy.

You already know the parts he likes to be taken care of the most, so you start there. For example the little head of his dick. You lick it, take it between your lips and let your fingers graze it, Eddie's a moaning mess either way.

"This feels so good", he whispers out "More, please"

You know what he meant by that, so you push two fingers inside him, which has him moaning so loud, he has to slap a hand over his mouth to not disturb anybody living near the pool.

Your middle- and ring-finger glide in and out of him with ease, hitting his special spot with every thrust. You can feel the little hard spot inside him when moving past his soft, wet walls.

Eddie's breathing now is completely out of control, letting you know that he's about to come. You do what he likes most: Pull your fingers out of him and finish him off with only your tongue inside him.

Your arms grip his thigs while you taste him on your tongue. It's more addictive than smoking to you, so you savor every drop of him, even your chin becomes wet from it.

"I-I'm gonna come!", Eddie almost screams out, not able to hold himself back. As if I didn't know, you think to yourself with a smirk. But your boy likes to let you know about everything concerning his orgasm as you might not let him experience it. You only do that rarely though.

He comes on your tongue with a very guttural moan, making your own dick jump a little. You love it when Eddie is being vocal.

He eventually comes down from his high, but stays lying on his back, trying to catch his breath. You sit down next to him, licking your lips smilingly.

"Did you enjoy it that much, pretty boy?", you ask, pleased with yourself.

"Fuck, yes, I did.", Eddie turns his head in your direction "You're always so good"

You lean down to kiss him again, knowing that he quite enjoys tasting himself on your tongue as well. You were not wrong as Eddie pulls you in, still very much aroused.

He is french-kissing you at a pool at night in a very much homophobic town. The world is perfect in that moment when only the stars are watching and the moon spends light. And you are holding the most precious boy on earth in your arms.

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custardcrazy · 2 years

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Next Time, Just Call

pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

warnings: nothing, except for clingy!eddie i guess lmao

summary: your boyfriend climbs up to your window at two in the morning.. to cuddle?

Hawkins was a small town, and thus there wasn’t much in the way of getting a good night’s rest. Besides the occasional car alarm going off, dog barking, or a raccoon having a go at the garbage can near your window. However, tonight, none of those things had happened so far, and it was peaceful. Quiet. A cool summer night.

You were in the middle of a nice, dreamless sleep.

That was, until a sharp rapping came at your window, jolting you awake.

At first, you dismissed it, just rolling over with a muffled grunt of annoyance. Probably was just your mind making up things.

Although, a few moments later, it happened again. And this time, a bit louder. You dug your face further into your pillow, silently willing for whatever was causing the noise to go away so you could fall back asleep. Though, you had to admit, now you were kind of curious; Yet you pushed it down, in favor of reason.

But, finally, the fourth time it occurred, and even louder this time -- you tabled your biological need to sleep, and reluctantly rolled out of bed with a small groan. Okay, maybe you’d humor whatever was pecking at your window. Give it a little attention, before promptly removing it.

Checking the clock sitting on your bedside drawer, it was two in the morning.

Walking over to the window, you opened the curtains with certain violence, only to reveal -

a veery familiar face, grinning at you.

“Eddie?!”

You had promptly forgotten that there was a layer of glass seperating you two, but even though he couldn’t hear your tone, it looked like he picked up on it. Taking into the account that his grin was replaced by a more sheepish look. He gestured upwards, as if asking for you to open the window.

Which you did. With a little effort, you unlocked it, pulling it open with the usual small squeak. He hauled himself into your room, almost unceremoniously toppling onto your carpet before managing to catch himself, somehow.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, maybe sounding a bit more irritable than you’d like to as he brushed what looked to be dried leaves off of his pants. He looked a bit rumpled, but adorably so. Did he climb up the drainage pipe?

“Wow, not even a hello?” Standing up straighter, he shut your window with a small thud. “And what d’ya mean, ‘what am I doing here?’ I can’t visit my better half?” The grin was back, and your annoyance quickly began to vanish. But you weren’t done interrogating him just yet.

“Yeah, lovely to see you, but it’s... like, two in the morning. Couldn’t you have just.. went through the front door-?” You gave into the urge to laugh as he began pressing soft kisses to your face, gently guiding you backwards to your bed. “Hey, don’t dodge the question--!”

Though you let him have his way, you were still persistent, even as he essentially deposited you onto the covers, and threw his denim jacket on top of your dresser. His shoes came off as well, but thankfully he took care as to not get dirt on your furniture. “Um, hello? Do you want something?” You repeated, before he approached the bed.

Eddie ignored you yet again, as he basically fell into your arms.

“Hold me,” he declared dramatically.

There was a beat of silence, before you obliged, and he nestled up against your chest. Though it was kind of an awkward point of view, you could see that he was smiling. His arms came to rest around your waist area, and through the somewhat thin material of the old T-shirt you were wearing, his hands were warm.

Even in the darkness, you could feel your face heat up just a little.

“Did you come to my window.. this early.. Just to cuddle?” You murmured, and he hummed an affirmative in response, slightly muffled from his position. It didn’t seem like he was in a big talking mood just now. “You know, you could have just called.”

Eddie moved a little, the sheets rustling as he kissed your neck, causing you to giggle again. “ ‘S boring,” he said, before moving his lips to your jawline. It was slow, unhurried, and as he drew away for a moment, you tilted your face down as to give him better access.

“Boring, and yet more practical,” you answered with a smile, as he leaned up to capture your mouth in his this time. Again, it was at a relaxed pace, and you both were content with it - for now.

When you parted, he gave you a look. “Practicality never did anybody any favors,” was all he said, before moving to kiss you again. You gladly responded in kind, and his hands drifted from your waist to your face.

Next time, you’d leave the window unlocked.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson #fluff #stranger things

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whiskeybeforesunset · 2 years

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A kiss, perhaps? | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1048

Synopsis: As of late, Reader has been “forgetting” things after Hellfire meetings to have some extra time with Eddie.

Warnings: Fluff but a little steamy, unnecessarily detailed description of D&D, Eddie’s a bit out of character, kissings, janitor cock block, no smut, reader is shorter than Eddie, very very small reference to Eddie being a sadist (blink and you’ll miss it)

Author’s Notes: This is actually my first fic so please feel free to message me with any critics or suggestions you may have <3

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“YEEESS!” Dustin screeches into your ear as the final battle of the final battle of the campaign closes with a victory. You silently wonder whether or not you will suffer permanent hearing loss. The freshmen members of Hellfire are easy to love, but their level of enthusiasm can be… challenging at some times.

Once Eddie finishes the epilogue, The Party begins packing up. Dice are returned to their bags and character sheets are slipped into binders for a final time. As the Dungeon Master, Eddie always takes the longest which means he’s usually left alone for a few minutes in the dimly lit room Hellfire plays in. Recently however, this has not been the case.

“Oh, damn.” You say, stopping abruptly past the set of doors leading out of Hawkins High.

“Let me guess,” Mike says in an annoyed tone. “You forgot something again?” Whether said tone was due to his character dying in the final battle or that this was your fifth week in a row ‘forgetting something,’ who’s to say?

“You guys go on without me, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You respond as you walk back into the school. The motion sensor lights flicker back on revealing dingy linoleum tile and beat up yellow lockers. You’ve always found being in the school this late at night to be eerie. Something about the normally packed halls being empty is so… off putting.

When you re-enter the classroom, Eddie is leaning over the table organizing some papers. You nearly laugh at the way his hair cloaks his face and possessions on the table. He wouldn’t even need a DM screen if he kept this posture throughout the session.

“I think I forgot my bag in here,” you announce with a confused look on your face that was almost convincing. You fake search for your bag in a cabinet near the door.

“Mmhm, the one over your shoulder?” With his remark, you stop your pretend search to gasp and act shocked by the location of your bag. Walking around the table, you dramatically throw it onto one of the chairs.

Eddie looks up from his papers. “Y’know, they're gonna catch onto that eventually. There’s only so many times you can forget something before it becomes unconvincing.” He says, as he also walks along the border of the table, meeting you halfway.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you say coyly, briefly staring at his lips before looking back up at his deep brown eyes. “I am simply an incredibly forgetful person.” Taking the hint, Eddie circles his arm around your waist and pulls you in. He hovers his lips above yours, but right as you lean in to join them…

“Hell of a way to end a campaign, right?” He says leaning back with a poorly concealed grin on his face. You contemplate leaving the room entirely, you came in here to make out and all the man wants is for you to praise his campaigns.

“Ehh, it was alright.” You watch his grin fall slightly, before he rebuild his cocky facade as he rebuttals:

“You're just mad I didn’t let you use Harm to its full extent against the undead.”

“I could have saved Mike’s PC!” You exclaim. “The poor boy is heartbroken. Besides, I thought you might be a little more generous to your significant other but clearly I was wrong.” You cross your arms and turn away as though you are genuinely upset. However, you're the best Roleplayer in Hellfire club, so Eddie knows better than to take you seriously.

He steps forward and hugs you from behind. Turning his head toward your ear, he says “I’m sorry baby, how can I make it up to you?” in a soft voice. You turn in his arms and pretend to contemplate what he could possibly do.

“A kiss, perhaps?” You say, looking up at him.

“Well,” he pauses to consider your offer. “For the horrendous crime of being a good DM, I suppose a kiss is a simple punishment to carry out.” Eddie finishes dramatically. Your face scrunches up as you go to scold him for implying that a kiss with you would be an unpleasant thing to undergo, but before you can get anything out he captures your lips.

This isn’t the first time you kissed, far from it. Regardless, the man before you has a way of making everything seem magical, maybe it’s all that Tolkien he reads. One of his hands slowly moves from your lower back to cup the side of your face. His thumb keeps a consistent motion against your cheek as your lips shift against his. Your hands intertwine behind his head, lightly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He discreetly turns the both of you around before taking two steps forward. Resulting in you somewhat awkwardly running into the table and knocking over some miniatures Eddie used for the final battle. However, the battle map and any chance of damaging it had been long forgotten.

You slide onto the table and Eddie settles between your legs. He leans over you as his hand on your back snakes under your shirt, pressing into your bare skin to bring your bodies impossibly closer. He lightly swipes his tongue against your lips, silently asking for permission he already knows he has. At the same time, his hand curls to bring his nails to your back. You moan at this new sensation, allowing him to explore past your flushed lips.

Suddenly there’s a loud smack outside the door. Worried you’ve been caught, you separate from each other. When it becomes apparent the noise was a janitor dropping his mop, you both sigh and wait silently for the sound of the bucket and the man's footsteps to become more distant.

“Well,” you say, clearing your throat. Eddie and you laugh for a moment before you start helping him to get the rest of his stuff packed away.

“Can I, uh, drive you back home.” Eddie offers when you both finally gather your bags and begin the walk out to the parking lot.

“Sure, but only if I get to play my music.” You respond.

“Oh GOD, NO!” Eddie says as the doors to Hawkins High close behind you.

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xxhornyonmainxx · 2 years

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Dysphoria Hoodie Pt 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson X TransMasc!reader

Warnings: Blindfold, jerking off, nipple play, mild cum eating

AN: Sorry i totally forgot I was gonna write a part 2

His warm breathe on the back of your neck sends a shiver down your spine. The black bandanna temporarily blinds you, once tied, Eddie begins kissing along your cheek, down your neck. He lays behind you, legs spread, pillowing your head with his chest. His fingers rest under your chin, giving him the room he needs to mark your neck. He takes his other hand, playing with the hymn of your shirt, pulling it up, his fingernails lightly scratching your abdomen.

You squeak due to him pinching your hardened nipples. His head rest on your shoulder, as he moves the hand from you neck, to your belt, undoing it effortlessly. After zipping your jeans, he shoves his hand into your pants, immediately finding your whimpering nub.

“Mmm”, Eddie moans behind you, “I love your perfect cock, you know that?”,

He pauses his fingers causing you to groan, “Grind into them, c’mon”, you grind your hips in circles, being teased by his still fingertips, “I want you to cum like this”, he whispers into you ear. Eddie bites your collar bone over you shirt, bringing you closer to the edge.

After what felt like forever of grinding, hips sore, you ejaculate all over Eddie’s pale fingers. Both of his hands move to your waist, flipping you to straddle him. He fixed your pants, then brings his fingers to your lips. Once you clean your orgasm off of his fingers, he removes your blindfold.

“You’re such a good boy, did that feel good baby?”, you grips onto his belt, undoing the loops, “I wanna make you feel good”, Eddie’s smiles grabbing your wrist, “yeah?”, you nod.

He undies his pants, pulling down his jeans and boxers revealing his hard cock. You start by gathering pre-cum from his two then use it as lubricant, jerking his cock, your other hand moving to grope his balls. You lean forward, taking Eddie’s lips between your teeth, sneaking your tongue into his mouth.

You squeeze his member, increasing the pace of your pumping, his eyes squeezed shut, moaning into your mouth. Without warning, he burst, cum painting your shirt white.

“Shit”, Eddie curses, “my bad”,

“Do worry it’s fine”,

“Guess you’ll just have to wear one of mine?”, He smirks.

Taglist: @fanfictioniseverything

#stranger things smut #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x trans reader

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bakeryblood · 2 years

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vampire eddie, biting kink, some sort of handcuff usage. go nuts.

Take It Easy

Pt. 1

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Alcohol, Angst, Depression, Blood

Y/N shifted the van into park before pulling the keys out of the ignition. Starting out at the seemingly abandoned trailer home Wayne Munson and his Nephew used to reside in. Every time, every week you came it was always the same. The same melancholy mixed with existential dread washed over your body as you grabbed your bag and hopped out of the drivers seat, quickly heading up the short flight of stairs and creaking open the metal door.

No hats lined the walls anymore, no collection of mugs on display. Wayne had taken anything and everything of sentimental value out of the trailer when he left months ago. The day he finished packing and you’d come by as you always did he stopped filling the box and walked over to you.

“Y/N..please stop coming here…He’s not coming back.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing but as you watched the older gentleman’s resolve crumble and a tear fell from his eye you knew he was just tired of waiting and hoping that Eddie would burst through that door one night. He’d missed too much work and sleep in the last weeks and he just couldn’t stay there anymore.

You bit your lip as you looked up at the tear in the roof, insulation where the black vines used to fill the space. There were still marks on the ceiling that reminded you of burns, stretching out, making vein like patterns. Wayne took your hand and placed something small and cold into it tearing you from your thoughts as you looked down at the set of keys, quickly looking back at him and shaking your head.

“Wayne, I can’t.”

“You can and you will Y/N. Along with anything else in his room, take it. The apartment doesn’t even have enough room for most of my things..he’d rather you have it than..” He trailed off with a shuttered breath, unable to finish his thought process of taking his missing nephew’s belongings to a donation center. Y/N wanted to cry but it was as if they’d run out of tears as they felt their face get hot, going into his room was so painful he could understand Wayne preferring someone else handle the task.

Walking over to the dresser that had sheets with music and lyrics written on them, notebooks with his future campaign plans. You couldn’t read anymore. You didn’t want to continue to test your body’s ability to not break down again, but as you went and sat on the untouched bed still as messy as the last day he’d managed to pull himself out of it. You leant over and hid your face in your arms as you heard the loud noise of the box tape being stretched out and placed on the seam of the cardboard box.

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Dust flies into the air as the old Chevy van barreled down the dirt driveway of the trailer park, the couple sitting outside of their RV hollering at the driver to ‘slow the fuck down’, that there’s kids that live here despite it being close to midnight at that point.

As Y/N stepped out and slammed the car door he looked towards the flickering out of season Christmas lights and raised the hand that wasn’t holding a six-pack of beers connected at the top by rings of plastic and flipped them the bird before making his way up to the trailer, almost tripping up the steps and bursting through the door face first, thankfully catching himself before swinging it open after a moment of struggling to get it open. It always had a habit of sticking, Wayne or Eddie would usually spray the hinges and latch with WD-40 both to avoid forcing it and to keep from disturbing the other’s sleep schedule as they tended to sleep and come home at opposite times.

The old woman looked over at her husband as he tossed another old newspaper into the small fire they had in the pit in front of them. “Been a while since anyone lived there, should we ring the police?”

Her husband scoffed and shook his head. “You old bat, that’s Wayne’s place. Either it’s one of his boys friends or another shit bird coming to use it to smoke dope. Either way, it ain’t our business..” His wife glared at his insult before standing up and pulling her robe around herself in a comforting fashion. It was true that she’d forgotten, but seeing that van pull in like a bat out of hell did seem to jog her memory.

Three months. Y/N closed and locked the trailer door behind him as he walked in and assessed the condition of a place he used to spend so much time at. Taking his lighter out of his pocket he flicked it open and the small amount of light was enough to illuminate the space of the living room and some of kitchen. Dust particles along with what was likely airborne insulation floated around as he walked around looking at the graffiti littering the walls.

‘Hawkins Local Freak: Missing’

A debatably badly drawn pentagram in red spray paint. Y/N chuckled softly and shook his head as he went to the kitchen bar and placed his beer down before pulling one from the plastic. “Never were many people as creative as you where Eddie. Not here anyway..” Y/N popped the tab on the can and tossed it back, flicking his lighter closed as he felt it begin to heat up passed a point of comfortable holding as he slammed the first beer of that pack.

This wasn’t a regular hobby of his, racing as fast as he could towards getting black out drunk. In the last six months he’d only drank one other time over at Steve’s house and quickly excused himself to go sleep off the alcohol in their bed while he kept himself company. Tonight just seemed right for it. Since Wayne abandoned the place he spent a couple months visiting the home, spending time with what items of Eddie’s he’d left there. His guitar for one. Occasionally he would see that the curtain in the window had been moved to the side, bunched up slightly and he’d rush inside to find no signs anyone had really been there.

Eddie had been a big influence in Hawkins, both good and bad. The kids looked up to him so much and missed the head of hellfire dearly whilst others still considered it a good thing he had ‘skipped town’ after the cult leader accusations arose. Y/N knew he would have wanted him to do everything he could to look after Dustin, keep Steve from teachin’ him wrong. He knew he would have wanted you to take his campaign notes and keep hellfire alive.

But you failed. You gave up. You dropped out of school and slowly allowed yourself to drift away from the teens, unable to keep hearing their concerned voices as they asked you if you were okay almost every day. You could read them just as well as they could read you. They knew you weren’t okay and you knew they didn’t believe you when you said you were.

“I’m sorry Eddie..I miss you so fucking much..” Y/N leaned over on to the counter they had kept a hand on as to not get lost in the dark and they rocked. As unhealthy as it had been for him to continue to hold out hope, he felt so empty now. Like Eddie would have really let him have it if they saw him now. ‘Drinking is supposed to be fun you idiot.’

‘Wow, six months and you give up on me?’

Y/N wiped his eyes and felt for the wet, condensation covered cans of beer as he desperately held onto those thoughts. Their voice was still fresh in his mind. ‘Look on the bright side, at least you got to keep all my cool shit!’ Y/N grabbed his lighter after popping the top on the can and headed off for the bedroom, which was surprisingly in much better condition. Where the living room had been littered with cans, bottles and cigarette butts stomped out into the carpet Eddie’s room seemed untouched.

Considering how many of the people who detested him were all talk, more likely to be fearful of what might happen if they actually happened to run across the man who had been missing for the last six months, it wasn’t all that surprising. The bed was still as Y/N had left it on one of his many visits, making up the sheets. Besides his books, notes and stereo you had left everything else. Walking over to the rack of cassette tapes you set the open lighter on the tall dresser and left for your Walkman in your pocket before squinting to read the messily scribbled band names on the mixtapes.

‘1983-1986’ Pretty straight to the point for Eddie who tended to label his tapes with a silly name or label the vibe to them unless it was an actual bands tape he bought. Y/N stuck the cassette in his Walkman and slipped the headset off his neck and atop his head, listening as he looked over his shelves of things, cigar boxes he used for different little items. Movie ticket stubs, jewelry, the occasional banished DnD die or photograph.

Opening one that seemed to sit on top, first thing his eyes landed on was a tiny bag of white powder. Y/N’s head dropped as he sat the box down and picked the baggy up, rolling his thumb over the top of it. The light from his lighter disappeared as it fell over and Y/N stood up quickly from his crouched position next to the bookshelf, hands stretched out to feel his way until a faint red glow shown through the cracked bedroom door just enough for him to see his silver lighter laying on its side atop the dresser.

Y/N looked from it to the bedroom door and after pocketing it he slowly made his way over, stopping only for a moment to grab Eddie’s baseball bat from his very brief stent of little league that sat behind his door whenever it was open. Held at his side as he walked down the wall trepidation building more and more the brighter the red tint seemed to get. Like he had been transported into a photographers darkroom. It was the gate.

Y/N’s breath caught in his chest as he stared it down, part of him wanting to rush out and tell the others. So they could bring Eleven to close it. But the rest of him fought against those thought, what if he was still in there? Y/N felt the tears begin to bubble up in his eyes once again as he made his way to stand under it, gripping the metal beer can in his hand tightly before tossing it up through the portal as hard as he could as the track on the tape clicked to the next song, ‘Master of Puppets’. He couldn’t take this anymore.

Y/N ripped the Walkman from his pocket taking the headset with it and threw it against the wall of the trailer affectively smashing it to pieces as he screamed in anger. Crying was no longer enough for him to regulate his emotions, hell, it had never seemed to do much anyway. “Fuck you! Fuck you Eddie! You damn bastard! You always talked about being a coward, why couldn’t you just run!” Y/N held the sides of his head, the level of their own voice gave a headache the opportunity to start forming.

As he couched down holding himself he heard something that caused him to slowly pull his hands away from their face, uncovering their ears as they slowly turned their head in the direction of the kitchen. It had sounded like something or, someone, had opened and closed the fridge that sat currently inoperational given the trailer didn’t have electricity currently running to it. It was hard to make out anything for certain with the red cast over everything, shadows seemed darker.

“Well damn Y/N, tell me how you really feel.” Snapping their face forward at the voice coming from above them, they were finally ready to admit, they had lost it.

Eddie Munson, in all his glory, wasn’t just there in front of them. Being alive would have been enough to make them faint, but the fact that he had been levitating momentarily. You watched, shaking slightly as he slowly lowered to the floor. His black boots leaving soot and ash on the already filthy carpet as he stared down at you. “Y-You’re…alive?”

He attempted to suppress a smile as he tilted his head back and forth, his dirty hair, crunchy with dried blood swaying as he did. “I wouldn’t say that.” Y/N’s eyes scanned him over in more detail. Taking in his torn, blood stained hellfire shirt, he’d lost his outside layers they had left him there in, his bandana was tied around his neck and his injuries were healed from what you could tell.

Y/N scrambled up off the floor and leaned in closer to him causing Eddie to recoiled a few steps back as the young man made his advances. How fucking dare he. You didn’t care if this was a hallucination or what but this version of Eddie wasn’t going to just run away from you. “You— Piece of shit! Come here!” Y/N grabbed their arm and quickly pulled their hand away. He had heard the Byers youngest child talk about the upside down and how he felt like he never could quiet shake the cold it left him with.

But this was different. If you had ever once had the opportunity to feel a cadavers skin that’s what it must’ve felt like. Frozen. “Y/N..” You were now the one backing away from them. This wasn’t real.. And if it was, it wasn’t Eddie.

“You aren’t real..”

Eddie feigned a hurt expression and held up his arm, dirty with black marks. “You felt me, I’m here. I’m real.” Y/N shook his head as he felt his lower back press against the edge of the kitchen counter that separated one area from the other. “This is a sick joke my mind is playing on me. I’m..”

Eddie seemed to grow irritated at the notion that he was just a figment of your imagination. Three months alone in that hellscape and the first chance he got to escape this was his welcome home party? “I’m sorry I couldn’t do better for you Ed, I’m sorry I let them leave you there.”

In a split second he was on you, it almost was like the counter shook from the force of his hands coming into contact with it to stop himself. “Y/N, you’ve been my friend since middle school. I’m back now, so save the obituary, please.” He growled as your eyes were locked onto each others. That was true, you had been friends since middle school, and this was the first time Munson ever had made the hair on the back of your stand up.

You saw him give a hard swallow before pushing himself back off the counter and walking away from you again, he seemed like he wanted to keep a solid eight feet between you at all times. You just couldn’t do that, despite how filthy he was the moment your brain accepted the fact that he was truly there you rushed him, wrapping your arms around him as he threw his up in the air. “Y/N, stop. You need to get off of me.”

“Save it Munson, you can yell at me later.” You pressed your face against his neck and it was the same as his arm, though perhaps the shock in the moment made your senses exaggerate the feeling.

“Y/N…Why do you think that place suddenly let me leave like it did?” You lifted your shoulders in a shrug, letting them drop back to normal as he slowly let his hands creep up you, one resting on your lower back and the other coming up to rest between your shoulder blades. “It’s because it wanted me to..”

“I don’t care Eddie, that’s so far from being important right now. I don’t care how you made it out, you’re here now.” You we’re so scared if you pulled away he would just disappear. Proving to be a hallucination after all. The silence between you was so loud until Eddie finally spoke up again.

“Y/N..I’m sorry…” You lifted your head up to look at him before you felt the sharp pain of him biting into the crook of your neck, sharp teeth sinking into it you were the consistency of an apple. You grabbed a handful of his hair and surprisingly it was quite easy to pull him off of your neck, although not a comfortable feeling. Reaching up to guard the bleeding wound you stared at him in disbelief as he breathed heavily, standing there as if he was torn between making a break for it and leaping upon you like a wild animal.

“Y-you bit me!” You looked over at the front door before making a few long, quick strides for it. The wet, warm sensation of the blood slicking your hand as the man stayed where he was, licking his bottom lip as he watched you begin your attempt to leave.

“I told you to back off didn’t I?” As you pulled the handle a few times, cursing as you pulled your bloody hand off your neck to use both of them on the ‘stupid jammed piece of shit door’ until you felt him on you again, pressing himself against your back and your front against the cold metal trailer door. “Don’t make me force this, I don’t want it to hurt more than it has to—“

“Stop it! This is one of your horror comics Eddie, you don’t need—“ His hand went to the back of your head, pressing the side of your face it against the door roughly as he moved his face beside yours growling before speaking.

“Because you know what this feels like? To feel absolutely nothing for fuck knows how long and finally after getting back your skin begins to crawl.” He clenched his jaw as he nuzzled his head against yours. “Begging you to give in to your new instincts in exchange for saving you from death, you know that feeling?” He didn’t want to do it to you, out of anyone not you. But you were here. You were so warm. He could smell the remnants of cologne on your skin and the beer on your breath. He could taste the ethanol in your blood.

“Then..fucking doing it..” Perhaps under different circumstances, when his mind wasn’t overtaken by the need to feed, he would have hesitated. Lacing his fingers into your hair he gave your head a tug to the side to better expose the mark he had made earlier, giving you a small taste of payback for yanking him off of you the way you had.

As he took up the space again, mouth working over the wound you couldn’t help but allow yourself to feel a sense of hedonistic pleasure from it. Adrenaline fought the pain back while your touch starved skin was ravaged by him, once the first mark at clotted he bit down again. You only had yourself to blame being the one who stopped him earlier, now in no position to do so again. You groaned in pain as he pulled out of your flesh only for a moment to come back down, doing his best to suction as much blood from the wound before lapping at it.

It wasn’t most lucrative way for him to get what he wanted but between his animalistic urges and what he had known from his horror comics you’d mentioned, it was all he knew to do in the moment. And once he had gotten enough to finally push himself away from you the both of you realized the gate had again gone dormant leaving you in the pitch black darkness once again. He could see you perfectly fine as you turned around and looked around blindly holding your tender, painful neck.

He was truly disgusted with himself, the type of shame a young boy feels the first time they touch themselves. He felt like a monster, he knew he was a monster. He wasn’t the Eddie you knew anymore and he proved it. “Eddie..?”

You felt your pockets for the lighter you’d forgotten about until then and flicked it on, holding it up as you walked forward towards the figure leaning over with his arms against the wall of the trailer, his back facing you as he attempted to heave. Before you could get close enough to reach out and touch him he spoke up. “Get the fuck away from me Y/N!”

You scoffed lightly offended at his aggressive tone, you were past being scared of him. “You already ate, Dracula. I’m not leaving you here anyways.” You had wanted to tell him to calm down, that you were the one with multiple punctures in your neck right now, but the way he was looking at you like you were the deranged one in this scenario made you hold back.

“And what, I’ll just hide in your closet during the day?” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the kitchen bar, picking up the van keys and jingling them at him. “You don’t even know if you ‘can’t go out in the sun’ yet, But I do know that you fuckin’ smell.”

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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If you're not comfortable writing this that's completely okay

Can I request Eddie with an FTM Reader boyfriend who has really bad cramps and he's dysphoric because he's on his period, and Eddie tries his best to help?

This could go from cuddles to "sex helps with cramps right?" With a sprinkle of breeding kink?

Again if you're uncomfortable, I understand

Hi, thanks for the request and your patience. I feel really touched that you feel safe enough to come with me for this request! As a note, I am not a trans man and thus, my depiction of this event will not be fully accurate. If there is anything that I have portrayed inaccurately, please let me know and I’ll be happy to correct it and learn more. I am completing this request in the hopes to allow others to be seen and to create more space for trans people in the community.

Disclaimer: Some of what has been portrayed in this blurb is based off the interviews and research conducted in the article, “Queering Menstruation: Trans and Non-Binary Identity and Body Politics” by Sarah Frank. I recognize one article is not enough to get a full picture of an entire community. But I hope there is something that this fic gets right for folks and that it expands this conversation even just a tiny bit.

CW: This request does deal with periods and feelings of dysphoria. If that triggers you, please do not read. Seriously--don’t do it. There is a read more higher up than I usually do to accommodate.

Eddie Munson x Trans!Male Reader. Reader is 20.

Send me a request here! Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

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There is a cruelty to it all--you’re sure of it. As you’re curled up under the sheets, back of your hands wiping at your cheeks, you are sure that this has to fall under the stark definition of cruel and unusual punishment. The worst part of it all is that it’s not unusual. One week out of every month--it’s supposed to be natural and yet, something about it hangs like an anvil ready to take your head. Maybe it’s the language--what you grew up around. Maybe it’s more than that, maybe it will always be more than that. But the inescapable fact of your reality is that you are here--curled up under sheets.

To make matters worse, the cramps are horrible this time. So much so you puked at work and got sent up. It’s a reminder of a simple fact: this body isn’t really yours. Not yet anyway. This body is not doing everything you wish it wouldn’t. This body still doesn’t show who you really are. But you’re carrying it around, all 206 bones, all twenty feet of small intestines, fingers, toes, elbows, eyeballs. You’re carrying around a body that still mocks you for an entire week out of the month. Twelve weeks in a year. Much too long to suffer and too many times to feel like the butt of a cruel twisted joke.

“Baby?”

You turn your head, pulling it up off the pillow just enough to see Eddie’s head peeking in through the door. His eyes are still big, wet, and bright even in streaks of daylight behind the partially open curtains. “Hi,” you whisper. Your voice is thick and rough--probably from the lack of water.

“How-how can I help?”

It’s like Eddie knows. You rest your head back onto your pillows and let out a sigh. “I-” you start, and then stop hearing how your voice catches in your throat. When you blink, tears fall down your eyes, along the apple of your cheek down to your ears. “Don’t know,” you conclude.

Eddie’s careful and quiet as he approaches. The bed dips and you can hear him shucking off the layers. He doesn’t unravel you from your sheets. Instead, he curls one arm around your waist and rest his cheek against yours. There’s some scruff, no doubt from the couple of days that have lapsed since his last shave.

The thought lights your chest on fire. It’s a soothing tactile sensation. You wish you could bury it pores of your skin. You want turn, face Eddie better and when you go to plant your feet, a sharp zing of pain runs from your spine to your stomach. The movements are paused and you bury your head in your pillow before the shaky shout climbs out of your chest. The frustration--sadness and fear intertwined as well--bubble up and out of your lips into the pillow. Eddie’s arm squeezes around your waist. “Hey,” his voice is soft against your cheek. “Hey, I got you, sweet boy. It’s okay.”

He means well. You know he does. You try to focus on the soft and steady pass of Eddie’s palm over your stomach. It’s reassuring just a little. It lets you know you’re not physically alone.

“There’s gotta be something I can do. Tea? I think I can be trusted not to burn down a kitchen to fix some tea. Hot compress?” Eddie’s fingers find your chin, sliding up to your cheek. He wipes away some of the fresh tears that have fallen. “Please,” he whispers.

You can’t tell if he’s pleading with you or some unfathomable force of the universe. You hope whoever is out there listens.

“I don’t know if I can move right now,” you whisper out shakily. “I’m not even sure I’m thinking at all.”

“Greg said he had to send you home. Said you puked.”

You nod. “I did.”

“You take anything yet for the cramps?”

The words makes your skin crawl, and you try not to react physically to it. “I fell asleep once I got home. I think I got crackers and ginger ale down.”

The bed shifts again. Eddie’s warmth leaves your back and side with the shift. There’s a crinkle somewhere to the left of you. “If this is a fresh sleeve, you only got a couple down.”

“Sounds about right,” you hum.

“Did you keep it down?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Eddie’s hair greets you before he does, some wisps of the ends falling around your nose. “You stay here. Don’t move a muscle and I’ll be back in a minute okay?”

“Okay.” That much you can do.

You can only listen to the shuffle. The bathroom door cracks open, the medicine cabinet clicking open. There's a rattle and you're pretty positive that it’s Eddie grabbing some meds. There’s more clicking. The light from the hallway dims and then Eddie’s shadows pass along the walls. He’s further now from you, probably in the kitchen. You listen and listen and listen.

“Can you do me a solid?” Eddie asks.

You catch his body halfway hanging inside the room as he rests his weight against the wall and the door. “Depends.”

“Ah, there he is. But what’s your favorite mug?”

Your brows furrow at the question. “I-I don’t have a favorite mug.”

“Nonsense. You have to have that one mug or cup that if you drink something out of it it just tastes better. Now c’mon cough if up.”

You laugh--not that you really want to, but because the question is so ridiculously Eddie that you can’t help it. “Uh, there’s a mug from my trip to Arizona that I really like.”

“Got it, Arizona mug. Thank you, lovebug.” Eddie’s gone again, you watch him disappear this time.

“Arizona mug does have a nice ring to it,” you mutter to yourself. You blink your gaze over to the alarm clock to check the time. It’s just before 4. You got sent home from work around 11 this morning.

Eddie has a ritual--comes by your job after work and hang out until the end of your shift, usually around 4:30. You two usually head to someone’s place--his or yours. There’s some TV or a rental if you two didn’t get to it over the weekend. Usually you play a game with Eddie---he barters with you about helping with dinner and you tell him he has to complete at least two homework assignments. It always ends with you letting him do some of the prep if it’s more involved and then you taking over at the end.

And it means today, Eddie went to your job, probably worried about the lack of your car being there and then came racing to your place once your boss let Eddie know you’d been sick at work. You hope it wasn’t too bad of a scare. There was no way for you to get the information to him while he was in school that wouldn’t cause him to skip. Maybe it’s selfish. But if you’re honest, you just couldn’t deal. You didn’t want to verbalize it. Thankfully, you hadn’t to fully.

You’re sure after the first two waves of this, Eddie can put the pieces together. You’re grateful that he’s giving you the grace. But you know you have to push yourself up soon. It’s going to suck. You hope you don’t vomit again when you do. If only could have a body that didn’t hate you.

You take a deep breathe--inhaling in through your nose and then pushing it all out through slightly parted lips. “Just to the bathroom. It’s okay.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to move a muscle?”

“I-it’s just I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Eddie nods, a hum leaving his throat. “Not before some meds.” You nod, taking the few pills from him and swallow it down without taking the cup of water. “Metal,” he snorts in return.

“I try to when I can. Can you help me up please?”

“Of course, yeah.” Eddie sets the mug, denoting the stop in Phoenix, Arizona, and scoops you up from your seated position.

“I am a full human being, you know, right? A grown man, thank you,” You huff, allowing Eddie to carry you to the bathroom. It’s a little shaky at first, but he gets you there.

“Just because you have a tax paying job does not mean you get to boast about it.”

“It’s not like I’m making the big bucks, or anything.”

“It’s something. A job someone has to do.”

“Riveting work it is to be a line cook,” you snort. The two of you cross the threshold into the bathroom then. Before Eddie sets you down, you bury your face in his shoulder. You want to tell yourself it’s okay. But it doesn’t feel okay. Nothing feels okay. “Just one more second.”

“Take all the seconds you need.”

You don’t need to tell Eddie that if you wait too long you’re probably bleed all over him. But you highly doubt he’d care. But it’s already awful enough dealing with the period by itself, you don’t think you’d have the mental capacity to handle ruining Eddie’s clothes and yours at the same time.

You inhale--the musk of Eddie’s cigarettes, cheap cologne, the slight twinge of sweat from P.E. no doubt and try to still the racing thoughts. Just a few more days. But that’s just for now. Then there will be a next time. “Fuck this!” you huff.

“I’ve got something else you can fuck that’s for sure,” Eddie snorts.

You huff a life, nothing serious, but it’s just enough. Eddie kisses your temple. You take another inhale and then nod. “I’m okay.”

It’s not without a grunt and the crack of a knee that Eddie sets you down. “Good God,” you tease. “You’re getting old.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie laughs.

“Yeah, I’m sure you have something I can fuck.”

Eddie’s touch on your cheek is tender. “I do. I always do, but only if you want it.”

“Such a gentleman,” you coo. You mean it to come out with some bite, but it comes out gooey like melting chocolate from your throat.

“Only when you deserve it,” Eddie snarks. “I save it for special occasions.”

“Like you don’t look at me like I’ve hung the stars when you have sex.”

“While that may be true!” Eddie huffs, cheeks turning red. “Fucking sue me for loving my boyfriend, okay? God. Now, I’m going to leave. And you only need to shout if you need me okay.”

You nod in response. “I love you too, Eds.”

Eddie’s grin lights up his whole face, like it always does. Watching him smile feels like you’re basking in a ray of the sun. It warms you top to bottom, and you’re never really able to stare him directly in the face, lest it blind you. He presses another kiss to your lips. “Now, all offers are still on the table once you’re done. I’ve read orgasms help with cramps.”

“Maybe once the meds dull some of this.”

“Sounds delicious. I await with bated breaths.” Eddie’s steps take him over the threshold, hands locked aroun the door handle. “But seriously, holler if you need me, okay?”

You nod, a soft affirmative falling from your lips. The door slips shut. You wait a beat, then two. You pop the doors to the under sink cabinet, grab what you need and then watch the door again. “Holler,” you state. Nothing louder than your usual volume and the door cracks open.

Eddie’s face peers around the crack. “Yes, baby?”

“Just missed you,” you return. That and you’re trying to ground yourself again, remind yourself you’re on Earth.

“Missing you too. You good?”

“Yeah, I’ll be done in a second.”

He nods, backs out of the crack and then shuts the door again. “I was thinking though, like, there’s a really cool mug in the cabinets you got. It’s a Scooby Doo mug. And I’m thinking there’s no way the Arizona mug is your favorite. I mean, Scooby Doo is right there.”

You’re still on Earth--and whatever that meant you weren’t sure. But you’re glad to be Earthside with Eddie. Poised with the pad in hand, you sigh. “Eddie, you cannot berate my mug choices while I’m sitting on the toilet. Didn’t Wayne tell you to never kick a man while he’s down?”

Eddie’s laughter floats in through the crack under the door.

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tomurderornottomurder · 2 years

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taking care; eddie munson

pair. eddie munson x male!reader

summ. (request) reader is sick but sent to school anyway and eddie finds out, insists on taking reader home, sees reader's shitty home, and takes him to his

gen. angst, fluff, sick hurt/comfort

tw. implied abuse, implied neglect, shitty awful parents, puking, dry heaving, allusions to physical abuse, use of "queer" as a slur, swearing

wc. 2.3k

note. i was planning on getting requests out earlier but i have actually been busy w/ friends n family and i'm going on a little trip tomorrow! anyway, hope u enjoy!! (also i feel like maybe eddie's dialogue is ooc so i apologize)

Your head spins and your stomach churns as you stumble out of your room, holding your hand against your forehead. You know it's a bad idea to even ask but you just feel so awful that you hope your mother would let you stay home. Your hand trembles as you reach out for your mother's bedroom door. You stand there for a solid ten minutes before you get the courage to turn the doorknob and carefully step into her room. "Mom?"

She stirs, head snapping in your direction. "What?" She spits.

"I- I don't feel good," Your voice wavers as you pathetically croak. "I can barely stand and I threw up twice already."

"And?" She looks at you expectantly, sitting up before setting her glasses on her nose.

"Could I... stay home?"

"No," She swings her legs over the bed. "Of course, not! I can't have you here!"

"B-but I'll stay in my room and it's serious, mom. I can't huuh-" You cover your mouth as you dry heave. You shoot your mom a look and she's unmoved.

She makes a shooing motion with her hands, giving you an icy glare as her answer.

"Okay," You put your hands up before covering your mouth again as bile travels up your throat.

---

Once you step foot into Hawkins High, you head to the bathroom to empty your guts. After you stop throwing up, you sit against the cold tile of the bathroom floor (that also happens to be pretty disgusting). You rest your head against the stall with your knees pulled up to your chest. You take a good few moments to breathe deeply and collect yourself. After you're at least pretty sure you won't throw up as soon as you move, you open your eyes. The bathroom isn't the greatest place for you to be breathing deeply but alas. You push on your knees as you stand and almost throw up again at the sight of the toilet before you flush it. You inhale sharply before throwing your bag over your shoulder and walking out of the stall.

With as minimal stumbling as you can manage, you make it to your class albeit late. The teacher doesn't even blink an eye at you as you wobble your way to your seat. It looks like a chunk of other students were missing or skipping out on class. You're surprised and relieved at the lack of a lecture.

---

Third period. With Eddie. There was no way he wouldn't be able to see through you. Nonetheless, you try your best to put up an act. It's a bit easier since you arrive before him and he can't stare you down as you walk on trembling legs. He takes his usual seat right in front of you, tossing his bag to the floor before he turns around to chat you up. You can't help smiling back at his beaming and beautiful face.

"How was your morning?" He asks casually, resting his arms on your desk.

"Greaaat,"

"Rough mornin', sweetheart?" He gives a slight chuckle, playful eyes staring back into yours.

"Yep," You pop the 'p' and nod your head.

"Well," Eddie drawls, "tell me about it."

"First of all huuh-" You slap your hand over your mouth as you start dry heaving. Your eyes blow wide and you scoot your chair back as you fold over, still holding your hands over your mouth like your life depends on it. The dry heaving doesn't stop and soon you begin to feel that unwanted guest creeping up your throat. Tears sting your eyes as you kick back your chair and make a run for the bathroom leaving Eddie in the dust.

You fall to your knees once you see a toilet and in the next moment you finally free your mouth and let it all out. You're too preoccupied with throwing up to notice or feel the bruises forming on your knees or the other person entering the bathroom. That is until you hear their voice ring out.

"Y/n?"

You really wish you would have locked the door behind you because in the next second Eddie Munson is squeezing into the stall with you. Thankfully (or not), he locks the stall behind him, crouches down, and rubs reassuring circles against your back. "Hey, it's okay," He whispers, brushing some hair from your face.

Once you're done, you feel empty. If Eddie wasn't there with you and so close -pressed up against you like a torturously fantastic dream- you would have looked pale and drained but your face was flushed and your stomach was whirling with butterflies. You sort of wiggle out of his grip as you get off your knees, turning to sit with your back against the stall like before and pulling your knees to your chest. Eddie does the same to give you what little space there was before his eyes fall on you, staring intently.

"Care to share what that was about?"

You glare at him, thinking it would be fairly obvious. "I'm sick, dumbass."

"No shit," Eddie retorts. "What're you doing at school then, huh?" He looks at you like you had a choice in the matter.

"Can't stay home."

"Bullshit."

"I'm fine," You settle for. "I'll make it through the day with a few quick bathroom breaks, no big deal."

"No big deal?" He looks at you incredulously. "Man, you're throwing your guts up, you look like a ghost, and your eyes are all..." He moves his fingers in a circular motion which doesn't help him explain nor make sense to you. He scoots the little bit there is closer and takes your arm gently, "And you're shaking."

He lets go of your arm and you shrug. "That sucks, I'll be fine." It was what your mother would say.

"No, fuck that!" He takes your hand and stands up. "C'mon, you're going home," He pulls you up, wrapping his arm around you.

"Eddie!" You whine.

"No arguments, big boy, c'mon!"

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You sigh as Eddie turns off the ignition, his van sitting in your driveway. "Eddie, this isn't a good idea,"

"Why? Because you need to go to school even though you're clearly dying?"

You roll your eyes at him, "No. Because who do you think sent me to school anyway?" You turn in your seat, looking sternly at him. "I do what I have to, okay?" Your gaze softens.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's just- Nothing. I don't mean anything by it." You shake your head a little. "Go," You motion him toward your door, "be my guest."

Eddie looks at you puzzled but persists nonetheless. He unbuckles and hops out of his van. You could almost laugh as he struts up to your door, it's too bad what he was about to see wouldn't be too funny nor prove whatever point he had. Eddie softly knocks at your door, holding his hands behind him and rocking on his heels. He jumps at the door opening and his eyes immediately scan over each and every bruise and mark littering the exposed skin of your mom's body.

"The hell do you want? Soliciting some magazine I ain't gonna read?"

Eddie doesn't really know what to say. His muscles tense up as a taller man joins your mother's presence. There are two large handprint-like marks on the man's neck like someone tried to strangle him.

"You here 'bout our son? He ain't lay hands on you, done he? Like yous a woman?" Your dad asks, leaning his hand on the doorframe.

Eddie still stays silent, unsure about how or even if there was a way for him to go about this.

Your dad slams his fist against the doorframe causing Eddie to jump. "Well?" He asks. "Fucking queer touch you or not?"

"I'm sorry," Eddie puts his hands up. "Wrong house," He squeaks out before turning tail and running back to the van.

You wish you could have just laughed at this because your parents really were something but they were more than that. You turn to look at Eddie. "First, are you okay?" He nods and you sigh. "Then second, I told you!" You almost want to curse him out but you're sure he got enough traumatization from your parents. "I fuckin' told you," You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

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You honestly expected Eddie just to take you back to school but now he was passing the building. "Eddie, where are we going?"

"My house," He answers nonchalantly.

"What do you mean 'your house'?"

"Well, trailer but still,"

"Eddie," You're practically boring a hole into the side of his face. "Eddie," You repeat. "Eddie!"

"What?!" He snaps his head toward you. His face quickly softens, "Sorry."

"Why are you taking me to your house?"

"Because you're sick!" He throws both of his hands up and off the steering wheel. In a calmer tone, he adds, "Besides, I'm not letting you go back to your house or the school. I'm taking care of you."

You're silent for a moment. You've never had anyone take care of you like this, at least not since you were really young. "You don't need to-"

"I don't need to do anything, I know! I want to! Okay?" He looks at you sincerely, his big baby browns staring back at you.

"Okay," You reply defeatedly.

---

With your arm over his shoulders and his over yours, Eddie practically carries you into his trailer and into his room. "Ugh, Eddie, you need to clean in here,"

"I know, I know." He puts his hands up defensively as he stands over you. He's a bit out of breath from carrying you around. "Okay, first things first," He picks up a small trashcan and empties its contents out onto his floor, "Puke bucket," He says, handing it to you.

"Why did you dump out all that trash? That's gross,"

"You know you're very judgemental for someone who I watched unload their guts not even an hour ago,"

It's your turn to puts your hands up, "Okay, okay."

"Besides, if I knew you were coming over, I would have cleaned up the place, dolled myself up, the works."

You shake your head and laugh at that. Eddie returns your smile.

"Your humor's intact, that's good." He points at you with a goofy smile. "And since we here at Munson Medical are so..." He motions his hand in circles as he tries to think of the word, "Fuck, I don't know. All I know is, you're resting," He points at you. "And I'm cleaning."

---

True to his word, after you passed out from meds he gave you, Eddie had cleaned his room and part of the trailer as well. He had been meaning to do that for his uncle for a while and it seemed like a good time. Then he watched you sleep for a bit, a little paranoid at first that you might have died, and then quickly reassured by you turning over in his bed. Which was strange to think about. You in his bed. He tried not to let it fry his brain too much and opted to distract himself with LOTR. As he stopped every so often while reading, he wondered if you had read any of the books or even heard of them. Maybe he could read to you if you hadn't. Or you could read to him. He couldn't decide which would be better.

After a handful of chapters, you start to stir and soon enough you're stretching out like a cat before you curl back up into a ball again, eyes lazily moving over the room, and finally landing on Eddie's. "How long have I been out?" You ask before yawning.

"Two-ish hours," He gets up from the floor, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Wow, it's clean in here. You really work wonders, Munson."

Eddie's nose scrunches up at the name. "Don't call me that," He insists. "Can I sit closer?"

"Hey, it's your funeral if you get sick," You warn but he doesn't seem to care, haphazardly jumping closer.

He kicks his shoes off before turning and laying down the length of his bed, carefully setting your head on his chest. With his head just barely propped up by his worn pillow, he looks down at you and strokes your hair.

"Hey," You pipe up. "'m sorry you had to see that. My parents, they-"

"They're assholes," He fills in. "Letting a pretty boy like you stick it out as sick as you are."

You can't help but agree maybe not on the pretty part but still. "Yeah..." You look down so as to not meet his eyes. "I should have been straight with you about them. It's just that- It's hard, you know?"

Eddie nods. He understands a little too well. He was glad he had Wayne now. Maybe you could have Wayne too.

"And I'm sorry for being an asshole the whole time. I just didn't want you to see.. to know..."

"I know, sweetheart," He strokes your cheek with his thumb. "You don't have to worry about anything with me, okay? You got that?"

You nod and cover his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers. You close your eyes as a wave of tiredness hits you. "You're too sweet to me, Eds."

"Could never be. Not for you." He watches your eyes close and does his best not to move too much as he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest, pretty boy."

BONUS:

"Eddie, how in the hell do you burn soup?!" Wayne's incredulous yell bounces throughout the trailer but you can tell it's not of anger and rather absolute confusion.

Eddie looks at you and then back at his door before gently climbing out of bed, giving you a peck on the cheek, and rushing out the door. "Sorry, Uncle Wayne!" He sounds like a little boy and you can't help but laugh.

"Oh, what I am going to do with you, Ed?" Wayne brings Eddie in by the back of his head for a hug.

"Show me how to make soup?" Eddie looks at him hopefully.

Wayne sighs, "What kind of uncle would I be if I didn't?"

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emsgoodthinkin · 1 year

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okurrrrrrrr buttttt,

y2k street dancer!Eddie with his sweaty curls in a low bun, white tank, joggers and DC’s, walking in to watch you dance by yourself in the studio after practice.

he can’t help but to stand with his arms crossed at the door frame, watching how your body moves, your footwork.. how your hips roll..

he sneaks up with his hands on your waist, watching yourselves in the mirrors

Smack That by Akon is now playing, the chorus “smack that all on the floor, smack that give me some more”—

it gives you the motivation to turn yourselves the side and ~bump and grind~ on each other, watchin one another’s sweaty and hot bodies

Reblogs appreciated:>

#street dancer!eddie munson #y2k!eddie munson #dancer!eddie munson #eddie munson #2000s era #hip hop dance #the mob #step up #dance movies #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #y2k style #smack that #akon #eddie munson headcanons

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luccfher · 2 years

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"But I'm a boy..." Pt. 2

Eddie Munson x Male!reader | pt. 1

N/A: First of all, I would like to thank all of you for your support of the story. 😭♡

+ If you liked the first part and this one, it would help me a lot to like or reblog (and follow me too 🧍). Anyway, bye bye! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

I think most of you already know BUT, cis women or fetishists please don't read.

Summary: after the misunderstanding between you and Eddie, you decide to fix things to at least remain good friends or may something else? we don't know, everything can be possible.

Warnings: explicit language, offensive words for some people, harassment?, etc.

If you are a minor (under 16) please read this at your own risk.

Before reading, I want to say that in some parts there are very sensitive topics and very detailed words. Also to say that not everything will be about Eddie and the "problem". I would like the reader to have more characterization and be more "real". I hope you can understand it, if you don't like this idea, you are totally free to stop reading it.

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It's been a week since you and Eddie last saw each other, it's weird since you even dropped out of The Hellfire but you're still wearing the t-shirt he gave you. Your stomach turned every time you saw him in the cafeteria and more because he was always looking for a way to talk to you or even hold your hand, any contact with you was enough to keep him calm.

You don't want to give so much importance to what his actions did, so you always gave him the same lifeless and ironic smile, since that day of the "big" fight between the two of you, you began to sitting in the "rejected" area, it was weird to feel the eyes of the whole group on you and of course, you were wearing a shirt that they consider "sacred". As expected, the few who were at the table ended up leaving. "Holy Shit" you thought. You closed your eyes and sighed, it was difficult to widen your social circle since you were only limited to the club and the couple of idiots who would pick you up after class (Robin and Steve). You took a walkman out of your pocket and put on a Queen record, you wanted to silence your surroundings and just dedicate yourself to eating.

— "Hey man! how long."

— "I know y-"

"Shit, shit, shit" was the only thing you thought when you could recognize his voice, your whole body froze and you even stopped the music. What more did he want from you? or maybe... Did he hear about my failed confess to Eddie? Whatever it was, you only noticed how he sat down next to you, handing you a small piece of paper which was for a sign-up form for his stupid basketball team.

— "look my little fagot, we need one more member to be able to reach the final and unfortunately the only person I know who is "good" at playing is you."

— "tell me it's a joke, you know perfectly well that I haven't played for years. Besides, I'm not interested in being part of your "team", if you consider a couple of gorillas as basketball partners."

One of his hands was about to be put on your hair and be able to pull it, thank goodness one of the "bouncers", Jason, was the fastest to intervene in the conversation. You hated that they always wanted to try to "change your mind", they thought they could save you from the "cult" and now more than ever they would take advantage of you not hanging out with them anymore. After about 10 minutes of fighting over whether or not to join, you got up from that table and went somewhere else that was away from Eddie and your ex. You restarted the music "i want to break free" by Queen, All the way from the cafeteria to your next class you were thinking about how to give Eddie's shirt back. maybe leaving it in his locker? after all you knew his password. For the next 3 hours you were being teased in every class you had to share with Munson, he constantly throwing you little notes that said "I miss you man" "talk to me please!!!" "Did you understand him? I didn't" "the club misses you" "we need our Kas back".

— "Edward Munson, stop already!"

— "(Y/N)! Do you want to share something with the class?"

You turned to look at the teacher, shaking your hands and head in a "no" way, my god, your cheeks were so red with embarrassment.

— "Then stop talking to young Munson and pay attention to my class. Do you want to repeat the year just like him?"

— "I...no. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

At the end of the school day, you were the first person to leave the classroom as quickly as possible, or that was your intention until someone took your arm, when you turned around, your surprise was that it was Chrissy.

What would she want from you?

your body tensed when you saw how the rest of the class came out from the room, you took the girl by the hand and ran with her towards the forest, when you saw the wooden bench you let out a great sighg.

— "What was all that?"

you heard Chrissy's little laugh and with a certain mocking tone.

— "Huh? Oh.. Uhm, let's say I have some "problems" with Eddie."

— "oh.. again? And now what did you guys fight about?"

— "Well... it's a somewhat complex issue-"

— "C'mon! I wasn't born yesterday, (Y/N)."

After a long, long, looong talk with Chrissy, she began to understand everything and there were even times when she really needed your help to continue the conversation. You knew that for her part there would be no risk of her telling someone about this, she was the first girl you spoke to as soon as you entered here and it was the same girl who helped you with the tour. Time went by so fast because both of them started talking about the past and as they were before, you really missed talking to this girl, her voice and expressions were so calm that even you could fall asleep listening to her speak.

You both came out of the forest laughing and playing little jokes with each other. For the first time in the week you feel good, you forgot about all the first world problems. When you said "bye!" to her you went to the parking lot to get your bike, you were about to leave when you felt someone yank on your shirt to which you obviously fell to the ground. "Now what the fuck did he want?" you said to yourself before feeling a big hit in the stomach.

Not again.. you didn't want to take any more hits from him, you'd had enough during that relationship. you tried to get into position to avoid further damage, that boy tried to pick you up and put you against some car. He did it, he fucking did it. You were scared, you were alone with that guy, there weren't many people outside and less where were you two. Before you could even catch your breath, you received several blows to your face. Why? now why? since you broke up they never had contact again. You kept begging him to stop, you just wanted to get home and maybe sleep, but he didn't stop until he heard a car alarm.

— "I get to see you're with Chrissy Cunningham again and you're dead, motherfucker. Stop pretending to be something you're not, you'll always be a dick-sucking fagot."

— "I wasn't doing anything wrong! She and I are just friends."

— "Whatever you say, slut. You are warned."

You took your bike the moment he left, you couldn't stop crying and with all reason, that damned thing had made you mush without any need. When you got home the first thing you did was lock all the doors and you never turned on the light; you were afraid that he would come to your house. You contacted Steve to see if he could let you sleep a few days at his house, you didn't want to tell him anything until you were sure everything went well.

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— "I swear I'll kill that son of bitch, how dare he do this to you?"

— "Steve, Calm down, everything is over, for now I must concentrate on something else. For example, I don't know how to give the shirt to Eddie.. or fix things with him."

— "look, I don't know anything about how to fix things in a situation like this, but from what I know to do with girls... it would be best if they talk in a quiet place and where those cavemen are not."

— "Sure... but how do I do that without the club looking at me strangely?"

— "you can tell dustin if he can help you, unless you have another id-.. Now you're the one ignoring me?! I know what you felt then."

— "Shut up!"

You jumped out of bed and downstairs to get to his home phone, you knew how desperate Eddie was to have some contact with you again. You started pressing numbers until you found the number of the trailer, luckily Wayne was still there, They had a little chat until you deigned to ask about Munson, Wayne yelled at him from the other line.

— "EDWARD, YOUR FRIEND IS CALLING!"

— "COMING!"

You laughed a little when you heard the screams.

As soon as wayn said, Eddie was already asking who the hell had marked him knowing that by now he was "practicing" on his guitar.

— "Ouh.. So I'd better hang up?"

— "(Y/N)! no no no no, It's not necessary, red, I was already bored. Anyway... what did you want to tell me?"

— "Ah? Oh, well... I was wondering if we could meet at the lovers lake? I would like to give you a better explanation and-"

— "See you in 10 minutes."

— "Hi?.. Hello?.. oh, he hang up."

After the brief and strange call, you asked Steve if he could take you there, to which he gladly agreed, but not before giving you the father lecture.

— "If he do anything to you, you'd better tell me and I'll make sure that freaky never speaks to you again."

— "Jesus, you act like my dad."

during the course of his house to the lake, you and he had a more in-depth conversation about what it is "to be gay". Mostly the talk was focused on the existential doubts that he had, you liked knowing that your best friend tried to understand beyond the stereotype that they had at that time about the people of the community. Steve wanted to ease the tension a bit with music from the radio, you were tapping gently your thighs to the rhythm of the music that was playing, you also did that to calm your nerves. You felt a foreign hand that caressed the palm of your hand as a way to reassure you. You don't know how to thank him and Robin so much for being such great friends with you, they even seem like brothers because of the relationship you have.

when they arrived he walked you to a certain point and messed up your hair a bit in the form of consolation, you knew everything would be fine but a "what if.." It kept going around your head, adding to the bruises you had on your face and body from the beating your ex had given you. just like that day, you took guts and courage and went to the meeting point. You saw him, he had his hands behind his back and he was spinning around a lot.

— "Hey... I know I owe you an apology f-"

— "(Y/N) sorry, I know you're probably hating me for what I told you at the time, but the truth is that I didn't know what to say or do, I don't want to victimize myself with that either. My plan was to be able to stop you and try to tell you something, but she came and-"

— "Don't worry, I understand that she went so they could fix their relationship, you shouldn't be stressed about that. I just wanted to tell you that yes, I like you and I'm in love with you, but obviously this is not something mutual or that's what I think.. THE POINT IS, I'm sorry for I for yelled at you and left you there for no reason. At least I would like us to be friends ag-... hey, hey hey, what are you doing?"

Eddie's hands were gentle positioned on your waist, causing both bodies and faces to be inches from each other. One of those hands went up to the height of your face and took one of the pieces of your hair and placed it behind your ear.

— "I think the one who doesn't understand now is you. I'm bi, (Y/N). And the fact that you pathetically proposed made the slight attraction I felt for you increase a little more."

— "oh... okay, wow..ah this is new."

You needed, longed, wanted me to kiss you or at least do something with you. Unconsciously you put your hands on his arms, caressing and squeezing them lightly. During his chatter you couldn't help but see his lips or his eyes, feel his cigarette breath and his perfume was something you've been imagining many times, but you had to wake up from that dream, what if the same thing as your first failed relationship was repeating itself?

— ".. It hurts?"

— "what?"

— "the bruises."

— "Oh, a little. Only when I touch them a little hard."

You felt Eddie's lips brush over each bruise, being careful that he didn't press so hard that you couldn't complain. You felt in heaven after living through hell hours before.

— "Eddie, I need an explanation about, you know."

— "She and I went out a couple of times, but to tell you the truth I hung out with her because she kind of reminded me of you. The way of laughing, dressing, listening to music and among other things. That's when I realized I was looking for the things I saw in you in a woman. and because? you will be wondering, because of the fear that if i told you what really I felt for you, would you leave me or tell the rest of the club or even someone els-

Eddie's last words were snatched away by a warm but needy kiss from you, after a few seconds of resistance on his part he couldn't hold back either.He gently placed his hands on your cheeks and your hands went behind his neck, you played with his hair slightly a few minutes before it all ended due to lack of air. They both brought their foreheads together and smiled in unison, you didn't want this moment to end, much less him. They stayed like that until Steve started down the small hill littered with leaves and branches. When he saw them very affectionate, he just stood still, it was more than clear that a smile had been drawn on his face from ear to ear, what he most longed for in this world is that his best friend could be happy.

— "I don't need an explanation, just get in the car, and I will leave them in the mall, you little bastards."

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