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ghost-proofbaby · 3 months

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a simple life (e.m.)

summary: you try to clean your depression room while eddie's over, but he keeps distracting you.

warnings: none except mentions of a dirty room and panties. also... a lot of nicknames. womp womp. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k+

a/n: just a little sweet something i wrote thinkin' about eddie while i took on the task of finally cleaning my depression room after a few months of putting it off. idk. this is boring. i'm sorry.

“Where did you even get this postcard?”

“Eddie.”

“Or what about this choker? Is that a bat? It’s a- oh my God, babe. Why don’t you ever wear this? This is hot.”

Originally, you had thought it was a good idea. Invite Eddie over, allow the body-doubling tactic to work its magic, and voila – you’d finally have the clean room you’d been talking about achieving for weeks now, within a few hours.

“Baby,” you scold, trying to reach across the bed to snatch the necklace he’d found out of his hands. It proves to be difficult, a small pile of laundry you’d been folding hindering you.

“Sweetheart,” he mimics right back, quick to hold the necklace out of your reach, as if you were anyone near from stealing it back from him.

“I asked you to come over to help me, not distract me,” you sigh, crossing your arms and trying to look as pitiful as possible. When you’d first invited him over, you’d assured him that he needn’t lift a single finger. You didn’t want him here to help by aiding in throwing away any of the trash that had begun to litter your desk or taking any dirty plates to the kitchen. No, the intention had been him helping with his mere presence – quiet presence. He was supposed to be working on a new campaign for Hellfire, not being so damn nosey and going through the few items you’d tossed onto the bed from the floor, “I just recently bought that necklace, I haven’t had a chance to wear it.”

His eyes light up mischievously, a small grin tugging at his lips, “Why not wear it now, then? Perfect opportunity, yeah?”

“I’m not fulfilling any slutty maid fantasies you have, Eddie.”

“What if I say please?”

You huff and decide to give up the fight about the necklace, returning back to the laundry before you. You were almost done. You were almost done after a full day of cleaning. If your adorably curious boyfriend would just stop picking at your belongings, you’d probably be able to finish within the hour.

He stands from the small space on your bed he had made for himself, a nest of sorts that he had taken from simply curling up into for a ‘nap’ (which never happened’ to sitting up as he had just been as he clearly grew more bored with each passing moment. “Want some help with folding?”

“You just want an excuse to get your grubby hands on my underwear,” you grumble, folding a shirt with slightly more vigor to emphasize your point.

You’re right, of course. The first article of clothing he grabs is a pair of lacy black panties.

“Guilty,” he coos jokingly, but to your surprise, he actually folds the lingerie. Neatly, at that. With careful hands, he folds it even nicer than you would have in your haste, going as far as walking to your dresser and putting it away into the correct drawer. And then, he takes it a step further, and begins to put away the other clothing you’d already neatly wrapped up, suddenly depleting the mountain of laundry by half, “You know, I don’t mind helping you clean.”

“I already told you, you’re helping by bein-” you start to protest, hands grabbing at a random jean leg but not quite yanking it from the pile.

He’s quick to interrupt you, taking that pair of jeans right from you, “I don’t want to just lay there while you do all the work, contrary to all the sources that say men enjoy that.”

His face isn’t quite as taunting as it had been moments before. Some of the joking has vanished, replaced by something more serious yet somehow softer. The jeans are slung over his arms, neatly halved twice before he sets them to the side and looks at you.

Your shame is palpable, though. You’d just gotten over the embarrassment of having him over when your room would get this filthy. Disastrous in the worst of ways. Dirty clothes strewn everywhere, plates left for days on any surface you could find in your laziness, coke cans and random trash littering the floor. It was embarrassing. You know he had promised to love you through the good and the ugly, but this was far uglier than he could have ever imagined signing up for.

It was bad enough to have him see it, let alone clean it.

“It’s embarrassing,” you finally say quietly. His head tilts, so adorable it tugs at all your heart strings, and you take it as your queue to continue in a near whisper, “It’s gross - I’m gross.”

“Sweetheart, have you even seen my room?” he scoffs. He’s quick to shove some of the clean clothes up into a pile just enough that he can take a seat at the corner of your bed, quickly reaching out to grab your hands and guide you between his spread legs, “Shit happens. Life gets stressful, work gets busy, sometimes we just don’t feel like cleaning up. Shit happens,” his thumb is sweeping soothingly over your knuckles, clearing the impending storm you hadn’t even been aware of. Maybe he hadn’t either – a naturally caring and comforting aura has always been his thing rather than yours, “Out of everyone in this world, I am the least qualified to judge you.”

You don’t really understand it. How he can sit there, looking up at you so dreamily when the two of you are situated in the middle of your still unkempt room, your neck still chilled with a layer of sweat and your hair tumbling out of the bun you hadn’t properly secured. But he is. He’s looking at you not as if he doesn’t see the mess, both of the room and of yourself, but as if he does and simply doesn’t care.

“Besides,” his lips are splitting with another grin, his hands squeezing your hands three times, “It’s kind of domestic. ‘M kind of into it.”

“Me? Doing laundry?” you snort, blinking away any fears that had crept up. It’s hard to feel inadequate with his eyes on you, spilling so many sweet nothings like it’s just another casual Tuesday conversation and not the fuel to your beating heart, “Didn’t you just say you don’t want to just sit and-”

“Us,” he cuts you off in correction, “Us doing laundry.”

“You… like the thought of doing laundry with me?” you say slowly, carefully, unsure of the words as they fall from your lips.

Doing laundry sounded like the least romantic thing the two of you could ever partake in.

“I like the thought of doing laundry with you,” he repeats with a nod, “I like the thought of doing laundry with you, of doing dishes together after we just made the world's most mediocre dinner ever, of you complaining when I won’t get up so you can make the bed on the weekend,” he tugs you even closer. You have no choice but to let a knee fall to each side of his hips, straddling his lap as he wraps his arms around you and he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to one of your collar bones, “Call me cheesy. I like the thought of a simple life, but only if it’s with you.”

Something warms inside of you. The thought of a life of simplicity, of lazy mornings and boring afternoons, all brightened up by the boy in front of you. A boy who creates magical worlds with his words on a weekly basis, a boy obsessed with fantasy novels and all things adventurous, who wants his greatest life adventure to just be a mundane lifetime with you.

You can imagine it would be anything but mundane with Eddie, but the tranquility still exists and blankets the two of you.

You lift a hand, carding it through his scalp, careful not to let your fingers snag on his messy curls, “Does this mean you’ll do your taxes with me next week?”

With a quick snort, he buries his face into your chest, shaking his head furiously, “Don’t push it, sweetheart.”

You know he will, though. He’ll help you fold the laundry, he’ll help you wash the dishes, and he’ll certainly sit through the dreadful hours of doing taxes if they’re spent with you.

A few beats of silence. His arms have wrapped just right so that his warm palm presses into your lower back, the other hand tracing a mindless circle over your shirt a few inches higher. Your breathing matches his, fingers rubbing a matching pattern into his scalp that has him humming periodically.

The laundry will get done eventually, but it can wait. For now, you just want to hold your boy, and let him hold you.

“It’s a date,” he finally gives in, voice muffled, making you smile widely, “I’ll light candles and everything, sweetheart.”

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#my writing #ghost's stories #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #this is so boring lmao my bad #i do believe he'd be such a lil nuisance if i was trying to clean with him in the room #this was written in under an hour and definitely not edited my bad #just wanted to stretch my legs with our favorite metalhead idk #look at me #finally writing and posting again #ooooooooo #i want a simple life with him please

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cieldunoir · 8 months

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“Metalheads aren’t hot. They’re scary and gross!”

I bet you feel pretty fucking stupid right now.

Photo 2 is Rory Culkin in Lords of Chaos. Photos 3-8 are Tobias Forge. Last photo is totalfkndeath on TikTok. I’m not sure about the others. 🤘

#tobias forge #ghost bc #ghost band #kopromancer #lords of chaos #rory culkin #euronymous #metal music #metalhead #metal #heavy metal #metalhead guys #mary goore #repugnant #mayhem #I don’t listen to mayhem but metalhead rory 😩#last guy looks like Kurt Cobain obvi #if you or someone you know looks like this…my dms are open

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dyinginafield · 6 months

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I created a metal version!

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hot-boy-autumn · 7 months

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Paranormal investigator aesthetic

#paranormal investigator #paranormal aesthetic #ghost hunting #metalhead ghost Hunter #paranormal investigator aesthetic #ghost hunting aesthetic #cryptid academia #goth ghost Hunter #alternative guy #goth guy #aesthetic blog #aesthetic blogs #my posts #goth #Eddie munson vibes

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buns0fst33l · 2 months

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Cod Men Headcanons

König

- Likes country music

- Only child. He didn’t have a bad home life, but his parents were not particularly involved in his life and a bit harsh. Probably one of those kids with much older parents than his peers.

- Does not come from a particularly tall family and König being so massive has always been a mystery.

- His mother proudly scolds any speculation, informing everyone within earshot that it’s surely her superior motherhood and ability to provide proper care and nutrients that made him so big and strong.

- Likes to read, probably enjoys philosophy and deeper “thinking” books.

- I see you Auburn-Haired-König lovelies and I respect you and I see your vision. 💋 however, I disagree and I personally think that it’s just past his shoulders, very dark brown/black, thick, and naturally pin-straight.

- When things aren’t going the way he planned, he’s fucking obnoxious about it.

- Cocky and boisterous on the field, an enigma otherwise. If he can avoid talking to people, he does. Does not attend work functions that aren’t mandatory, and is a wallflower at the ones that are.

- Likes beer. Not huge on liquor.

- and a bit cringey and awkward from social anxiety and underdeveloped social skills caused by self-isolation and a history of being bullied.

- Olfactory fixation. Loves scents. Food, fresh laundry, cut grass, new territory, pretty perfumes, gunpowder, smoke, and blood, fruit, dirt, rain, the ocean, the quilts in his childhood home, sawdust, etc. He has a profound appreciation for his sense of smell.

- Likes to challenge authority and take risks. Part of why he couldn’t be a sniper, part of why he’s colonel. It used to get him into more trouble when he was too young to know how to choose his battles properly. (Still doesn’t really but he’s better at it)

- Actually has good fashion sense. I imagine a lot of slacks and sweaters. Goth Grandpa vibes. Or….…- #metalhead!König. ohhhh boy do I love that one.

#cod headcanons #cod mw2 #könig #headcanons #simon ghost riley #john price #soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #metalhead!könig #Konig #konig headcanons #codmenheadcanons

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thedevilsoftruth · 21 days

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GHOSTS I-IV !!!!!!! 🎊🥳

Happy 17th birthday to the first instrumental album by NIN!! I feel like a lot of people think anything by NIN that came after With Teeth is a failure. But I have never heard anyone talk shit about any of the other albums more than i have this one or just the Ghosts album's in general. The most I've heard of people talking shit about this album has been, " the track list is too long, nobody's gonna know the goddamn names of these songs, this album makes me uneasy, this isn't even anything peaceful " Mf, you're missing the point. The point of these albums isn't just yk--something peaceful that you can sleep too. The point is that it's music. It's art. Whether it makes you feel peaceful or not.

I get it. Instrumental albums aren't always everyone's thing. But the least you can do is appreciate it for what it is. Instrumental music is just the same as music with words in it. In fact, the best thing about instrumental music is that it doesn't have words. It tells its own story through instruments.

I've heard people say this is where Trent fell off as an artist. But no, honey. He's still up on that mountain, and he ain't coming down. In fact, I think this kind of music is just what he was born to do. Whether you enjoy it or not, he has a natural born talent for creating this kind of music. And what he gives us in the process is truly... beautiful.

I did miss the birthday for the other ghosts albums, so I want to briefly touch on that because I didn't get to talk about it.

Ghosts: together is possibly the most beautiful thing Trent has ever released. The first time I heard this album, I cried. I cried a lot. And that was because, to me, the album represents grief. I lost my mother about a year and a half ago, and listening to that album and knowing the song titles tore me apart. Locusts and I-IV didn't cut as deep as Together did for me, but nonetheless, they're still great albums. Off topic but I sleep to the Together album....most nights... because it's so peaceful.

Trent's instrumental work means a lot to me. All of his work means a lot to me. But if you're one of those people who have only seen the track list to Ghosts I-IV and tell yourself that you're not going to listen to it because you " don't like instrumental music " like mama once said, don't knock it till you try it. you might be missing out on something great.

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