#thefreakymunson
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How about catching Eddie masturbating about his best friend,who's a quiet bookworm? She's a virgin,btw.
Thanks in advance😊
T/W: Oral (Eddie receiving) sex, cum swallowing, general perv!Eddie, mentions of...food fellatio? (idk what to call that one, tbh)...thats all I can think of rn....Just pure, pure smut.
Minors, DNI!!!! 18+ ONLY!
Having been best friends with Eddie for years now, it wasn’t uncommon for you to let yourself into the trailer when you didn’t see his uncles car out front. You’d slip the key from its hiding spot, unlock the door, and then put it back before you made your way into Eddie’s bedroom. Most of the time, he had music playing too loudly for anyone to hear anyway.
You were only here to pick up your hoodie anyway.
However, as you made your way back to the bedroom, the trailer was pretty quiet. His radio wasn’t even playing and you started to think maybe Eddie wasn’t here until you heard labored breathing coming from the other side of the door. Something was wrong by the sounds of it and your mind immediately started racing. Had he overdosed? Was he using again? What was happening to him?
You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and cracked the door open – ready to see the worst sight imaginable. What what you saw...was unlike anything you had ever seen before. It sent a jolt right down to your core and you had to nearly pick your jaw up from the floor.
Eddie was stretched out on the bed, jeans and boxers around his knees as he jerked off. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was sticking to his face, his quiet moans and grunts muffled by his shirt which was pulled up and held by his teeth but what shocked you the most was what he had pressed against his face.
Your hoodie.
You tried to close the door but as you shuffled forward, you accidentally kicked it, forcing the door open just a bit more. Eddie let out a surprised gasp as he fumbled to cover himself up but it was too late – you had already seen him. He just didn’t know that...hopefully.
Red cheeks burned even redder as he looked over at you, shocked and maybe even slightly embarrassed.
“I – I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked,” you covered your eyes with one hand and blindly reached for the door, “I’ll – I’ll come back, yeah? You just...let me know when you’re finished, yeah? I just came for my…uh…”
“...hoodie,” he groaned and laid back in the bed, covering his face with the pillow next to him, the blanket giving him a bit of modesty, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Fuck. I forgot you were coming over tod-”
“Eddie?”
“...yes?”
“Can I...help?”
He looked at you standing in the door way, eyes wide and curious as to what you had just walked in on. And who was he to ever tell you no?
“Y-yeah,” he said softly as if he was unsure that you had just really asked that, “You don’t have to. I – I’m not some perv, I swear I-”
“Eddie?” You looked up at him as you walked closer to the bed.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.” You gave him a small smile, “I know you’re not.”
You weren’t sure where this newfound confidence was coming from but you found an extra ounce in the way he looked at you as you sat down on the bed beside of him. This wasn't anything you'd ever imagine doing. You were the quiet kid in school - a goodie two shoes some might even say.
Your hands hesitantly reached for the covers but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist, his eyes staring into yours.
“This isn’t going to like...make it weird, huh?” He sighed.
“Why does it have to be weird?” You shrugged, “I can leave if you’re not comfortable.”
“No,” he said, a bit of panic in his voice, “I just...know you’re a virgin and I don’t want you to think that you have to.”
“I know I don’t,” you said, your eyes drifting over to the hoodie beside of him on the bed, “But...I think maybe you want this too, yeah?”
If you only knew he thought to himself.
He hesitantly let go of your wrists, taking a deep breath as he watched you pull the covers down. His thick cock was jutting against his lower stomach, tip red from stimulation. He watched as you gripped the base of his cock with one hand and wrapped your palm around his dick.
“Have you-”
“No,” you said with a soft sigh, “Even virgins watch porn, Eddie.”
You mimicked the motion he was using when you walked in on him, slow languid strokes. Your palm came up, stroking the tip, before moving completely back down to the base. He was thick and warm in your hands and you felt your mouth watering as you watched yet another bead of slick leak from his tip your hand coming up to smear it back down around him. He was a slew of breathy moans and quiet explecitives, not wanting to scare you away.
"Eddie?" Your asked, your eyes locking up on his.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Can I use my mouth?" You whispered, your cheeks tinging red in embarrassment, "Can you...teach me?"
"Jesus fuckin' christ," he breathed out. Your innocence just pushed him further.
“Yeah,” he panted, “I can do that...fuck.”
You slowed your movements as you leaned forward, the musky scent of his arousal only causing your mouth to water more. You watched as he sat up a bit, his legs spreading a bit wider. He jerked himself off as you got comfortable, his tip brushing against your soft lips. You looked up just a bit further, seeing his eyes darkened over with...need? Lust? You weren’t sure but Eddie Munson had never looked at you like he was currently.
“Open – open your mouth...and stick your tongue out,” he panted, his hand stopping as he watched you do as he said.
Your eyes locked on his as he gripped the back of your head, his free hand guiding his hard cock in past your lips. He was quiet for a moment, jaw slacked open, and his brow furrowed as your lips closed around his throbbing cock. He was gentle, moving to sit up a bit more as he felt the warmth of your mouth engrossing him.
“Fuck,” he moaned, a sheen of sweat coating his face as he watched you, “Oh my fuckin’ god, Y/N.”
His fingers threaded a bit tighter in your hair, setting the pace as he used your mouth as his own personal toy. He thrust his hips up just a bit off the bed, sending his cock further down your throat, feeling you gag around him, squeezing him even tighter.
“Shit,” Eddie panted, letting go of your hair as you pulled away from him, gasping for air, “Sorry – sorry.”
And like a the champ you were, he watched as you wiped your messy mouth on the back of your hand and went back to it, having learned quickly he liked being in control of the pace. His fingers wound back in your hair but this time, you started bobbing your head before he had the chance to move you.
“Such a pretty little mouth,” he panted, watching as your lips stretched to accommodate his size, “Dreamed about fuckin’ that pretty little quiet mouth of yours for years now, Y/N.”
And whether it was something you had seen in the porno’s or his words just affected you that deeply, you couldn’t stop the soft moan that vibrated down his cock. He threw his head back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment as he fought to regain his composure. He wanted nothing more than to pin your head down to the bed and fuck that smart little mouth straight through his mattress but he knew better – he didn’t want to push any boundaries. But fuck...it was hard to constrain himself when you were giving him the sexiest look – mouth all stretched out and red as you sucked him off, tears welled up in your eyes from the gagging, your hair already a mess from his hands.
HE held off as long as he could, not wanting to let this end so quickly but desperately needing the release.
“Fuck, I’m close.” He panted, his free hand white knuckling the bed sheets as the other gripped your hair even tighter, “Gonna fuckin’ fill that pretty little mouth up, baby…”
His grip on your hair stilled your movements, his moans echoing off the walls of the small room. Thank god no one else was home. Salty warmth filled your mouth, rope after rope, as the guttural groans left his chest. You tried to swallow everything, but you knew you made a mess in the process. It wasn’t as if you could stop the mess he made of your mouth.
You looked up at him, watching as his chest rose and fell rapidly, struggling to catch his breath. Red cheeks, sweaty forehead, and parted lips. He looked beautiful like this. His thumb meshed over the corners of your mouth, wiping his cum off. He watched as your tongue stuck out of your mouth and he pressed his thumb against it, dragging it down towards the tip before bringing his own thumb up to his mouth and sucking it clean.
“There’s no way that was your first blowjob,” he panted after a few quiet seconds.
“Why do you say that?” You laughed.
“You have...no experience at all?”
“Umm...well, okay.” Your cheeks blushed, “I might have practiced on a few things...learned a few things from porn...you know...I’m not some complete angel all the time, Eddie.”
“Practiced?” He quirked an eyebrow down at you, moving to fix his jeans and boxers back on his hips, “How if you’ve never given a blowjob?”
And now it was time for you to lay it all out on the line. He didn’t need to be the only one embarrassed here today.
“Cucumbers...or maybe a banana...but can I be honest?”
“Of course,” he said softly, the image of you and a cucumber filling his perverted mind immediately.
“I always imagined that it was...you,” you chewed on your bottom lip nervously as you seen him tense up.
And fuck he was hard...all over again.
#Smut#Eddie Munson smut#Eddie Munson x you#Eddie Munson x reader#Stranger Things#Stranger things fanfic#thefreakymunson#smut
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Eddie Munson FanFiction Stories Recommendation List
Only Now @icallhimjoey Completed✨️
Disjointed @boomhauer In progress...
Take Me On @softmetalhead In progress.....
The 'Yes' Policy @pinkrelish On hold✋️
Cruel Little Vixen @honey-flustered On hold✋️
Attempt at a one night stand @whoahoney In progress...
Glassy Eyes, Hazy afternoons @whoahoney In progress.....
Crayons and Cassettes @comfort-writing On hold✋️
Junebaby @luveline On hold✋️
Anywhere But Here @thefreakymunson Completed✨️
Meet The Munsons @mypoisonedvine Completed✨️
Hoping I'll Find A Glimpse Of Us @inknopewetrust Completed✨️
Burn One @loveshotzz Completed✨️
Hit Dice @saffloure Completed✨️
Too Long In The Midnight Sea @morninglesss In progress.....
to know your mine @blue-mossbird Completed✨️
Ruin me @cicimunson Completed✨️
Seeing Stars @boogiewrites Completed✨️
Love Will Tear Us Apart @andvys Completed✨️
Bound for the floor @kissmyacdc In progress.....
Begin again @abibliophobiaa Completed✨️
'And She Was' @bitchpudding2024 Completed✨️
As You Wish @corroded-hellfire In progress.....
'Girl Crush' by @eddiemunsons80sbaby Completed✨️ (I read on Ao3, all 3 books.. might be my favorite series, but shhh dont tell anyone.🤫)
'The Shire is Burning' by @ghost-proofbaby (I read on Ao3 and I believe that's their tumblr.) 352k words of pure goodness. Completed✨️
Not Wholly Evil @uglypastels (Pirate!Eddie) In progress.....
On The Outside @lesservillain Completed✨️
Sugar Cloud @hellowhisperingstars In progress.....
Trapped Under Ice @munson-blurbs Go read this dad!Eddie fic. Now. In progress....
Worlds Apart @munsons-maiden This was one of the very first fics I ever read. (Not to mention the first to make me cry.) I can not believe I forgot to put it on this list. Completed✨️
Honey, I'm Home @trashmouth-richie I really didn't think this was going to be a heart wrencher.. but boy, was I wrong. Completed✨️
Newest Editions🔥:
Dreaming of you @boomhauer I'm a sucker for virgin!eddie. He said "take it!" (Hoping for a part two! I can even picture a mini series).♡
The Sweetness @lonelysatellites as the title suggests. 🥲
List in progress...
Wattpad recommendations:
Home to Hawkins by moonflowerwrites
Two Steps Behind by eddiesgirl80sbaby
Best friends, and THAT'S all... ♡Eddie Munson♡ by TheintrovertedFairyx
You Wish by _hall0w33n_
Cloaked Heart - Eddie Munson by 3ddie86
Bad Habit - {Eddie Munson x y/n} by all4eddie
List in progress...
Recommendations of your own are always welcome♡ (Needed actually, they keep me alive & happy.)
Direct links added!
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson series#recommendation list#direct link
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some fic writers to read who aren't me
there's so many amazing writers on here who ultimately made me want to contribute to the eddie thirst and it's just nice to have more series to follow and binge so these are all my absolute faves and you should follow and read and drown the writers in praise!
these are just my all time faves but i always reblog what i like so check that out too!
ps: I will make another list of this but exclusively just slutty eddie reads, pure filth
✹ @andvys love will tear us apart series this is absolutely phenomenal, i am addicted! i honestly check multiple times a day for new parts. there's prequels as well to feed my cravings as well
✹ @pxrxcxa opposite ends top tier enemies to lovers fic! dustin's sister is one of my favourite tropes and they do it so well. perfect slow burn
✹ @thefreakymunson anywhere but here i couldn't not give you a rockstar eddie fic and this is one of the best! it's a really unique take on it and just fun, hot and angsty
✹ @nyxoz follow the oz writes eddie munson tag my go to for eddie smut because it's always so fucking hot but there's also some gorgeous fluff bits like i just love their eddie! just check the tag there's so much
✹ @kissitbttr eddie x mean cheerleader but also all the other eddie fics because their fem readers are all loud mouth slightly terrifying girls and i am a true believer that this is eddie's type to the core, they're the perfect match. as a scary loud girl, her characters speak to me
✹ @chaseadrian live wire another novel worthy series that's so original and just stunning! angsty and sexy as hell
✹ @ambrossart dancing with myself this one i hold dear to my heart. i love the concept so much and so much work went into it. i love love the backstory of eddie and reader and the way the characters are portrayed is amazing. a 10/10 chrissy portrayal
✹ @munsonquinns forbidden fruit total unapologetic delicious filth. this is so sexy but also a really sweet storyline and take on eddie?
✹ @inknopewetrust hoping i'll find (a glimpse of us) if you want a one shot, this is it. wanna cry? this is it. it's like a whole short story. i have reread this multiple times and each time i do it's all i think about for the rest of the day
✹ @riotkayla finding the truth this was the first eddie series i read and i adore it. it's just such a good concept and got me hooked on dad eddie
✹ @luveline june baby and eddie and roan (single dad eddie) i feel like if you on stranger things fanfic tumblr then you know them, they've never made a bad fic but these are my favourites. june baby is like a novel, so carefully considered and written. prepare for your heart to swell twice its size
#enam3l x eddie#Eddie munson#Eddie munson fanfic#fic rec#eddie munson smut#Eddie munson fluff#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson x y/n#Eddie munson x reader
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Eddie Munson Fic Recs
𝗻𝗼𝗻�� 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲! 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 *𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗳𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀* 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 <𝟯
𝗵𝗲𝘆! 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀!
𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝟭 𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝟮 𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝟯
come to bed - @br0ck-eddie
is this safe? - @celestialula
older eddie wakes you up - @cinemabean
next time, just call - @custardcrazy
painting eddie’s nails (req) - @ddejavvu
my two favorite girls - @djarintreble
bro this !!! - @eddiemunsons-missingnipple
seriously - @eddiemunsonswhxre
“do you think i’ll be okay?” - @eddies-ashtray
eddie x nightmares - @ediewentmissing
eddie with “gently wipes your tears away” (req) - @familyvideostevie
drunk!chrissy - @fathershia
are you leaving? (req) - @fluffansmut
blurbs about drunk or high eddie (req) - @indouloureux
dirty magazines (req) - @inklore
father eddie teaches the innocent!babysitter!reader of his kids how to swim - @lilambs
rude boy - @loveshotzz
dark matter - @luveline
hurt/comfort, what about boyfriend!eddie x clutz!reader (req) - @luveline
i missed you (req) - @luveline
shy reader x eddie (req) - @luveline
eddie likes making smart girls dumb - @manicpixiedreamcurl
eddie having to fish his ring out of your coochie (req) - @mrvlbimbo
“his mothers dead. and his father is in prison for putting her in the ground.” (req) - @muertawrites
eddie/hospital/morphine button (req) - @munson-blurbs
just thinking about how eddie doesn’t want to let go of you in the morning - @munsondjarin
eddie sneaks into y/n’s room - @munsonsprettygirl
still of the night - @mypoisonedvine
so damn into you - @peterthepark
calling eddie ‘daddy’ teasingly for the first time (req) - @poppy-metal
eddie fucking his partner stupid (req) - @poppy-metal
perv!eddie, innocent!fem!reader - @prettybabybaby
no eddie really is a boob guy - @purplehazed-h
“go to bed, y/n” - @rainylana
menace - @retrobutterflies
no one lives forever - @reysorigins
time after time - @stranger-nightmare
“you were made to be kissed, often and well.” (req) @thefreakymunson
“do you want some head?” - @voyeurmunson
#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#joseph quinn#fic recs#fic rec
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Oops time for another episode of Smash thinks she can write 👀 Inspired by a post about Eddie being your roommate and the walls in your apartment are VERY thin…
Summary: you’re working out some pent up frustrations from the week but get a little carried away
CW: smut. There’s no plot here, just gratuitous smut. 18+ only, MINORS DNI. PIV/unprotected, masturbation (m & f), oral (f receiving)
Also shoutout to @thefreakymunson for making this mood board, it’s perfect as is she 😌
Anyway, smut after the cut.
“Oh, fuck” I thought as I pressed the wand against myself even harder, breath catching in my throat. It had been one hell of a week and my god, I just needed some relief. I moaned quietly to myself as I clicked the button to kick it up one, two, three levels. The buzzing on my clit had me starting to writhe and before I knew it my thoughts started to wander to my roommate Eddie…aside from splitting bills I wasn’t sure he even knew I existed but my god, the way he walks around in those grey sweats, it’s obvious there’s nothing underneath them. I clicked the wand up another level, losing all inhibition, one hand cupping my breast and teasing my nipple as the other pressed the wand harder into my clit, completely lost in my thoughts…”Eddie please, right there, god Eds don’t stop, please…” I pressed the wand deeper into myself, all self control leaving my body. “Oh fuck, Eds I’m gonna cum…”
Eddie was laying there in his bed, gently playing his guitar, working out the finger placements for a new song he’d been working on. The walls in your apartment were thin, so thin. He was putting every ounce of his concentration into this chord progression and he almost had it, he would’ve if it wasn’t for those sweet whimpers coming from the other side of the wall.
Eddie was nothing if not a gentleman, he was fully prepared to ignore those sounds coming from the opposite of his bedroom walls. But still, he was only human and as he heard your heavy breathing and the faint slick of you abusing your walls, he couldn’t help but take himself into his hand. He leaned back against his headboard, slowly fisting himself as he listened to you take full advantage of yourself from across the wall.
“Ohh fuck Eds please, so fucking close” I whimpered to myself, voice trembling with anticipation. I closed my eyes momentarily and upon opening them saw him with a gorgeous look on his face, lips quirked into a silent smile.
“OH FUCK, EDDIE!!” I fumbled with my vibrator, face beet red as I scrambled to turn it off and cover myself with my sheets. “What the fuck are you doing here??”
“Walls are thin, princess. Couldn’t help but hear ya…” he said while crossing his arms and leaning against my doorway. “Sounds like you could maybe use some help?”
“I was doing just fine on my own,” I huffed, still trying to decide if I was angry or thankful for the intrusion.
“Oh I don’t doubt it, sweetheart. I’m sure you’re more than capable. But still…if you need a hand…?” he said, holding his up and wiggling his fingers in the most irritating yet endearing way.
“You wanna help, big boy?” I moved the sheets aside, so flustered that I was calling his bluff. “Come on then, let’s fuckin’ go.”
“Oh fuuuck baby,” he breathed as he crossed the room in two quick strides. Before I knew what had hit me, his lips crashed into mine, the kiss furious and frenzied, his tongue immediately begging entrance into my mouth which I gladly granted him. My hand came up to fist in his hair and as I pulled he let out a soft moan before attaching his lips to my neck, sucking bruises into that tender flesh. With a moan I flipped us so he was flat against my mattress as I straddled his hips, grinding my core against him, the thin cotton of my panties and his sweats being the only thing separating us.
“You been listening to me long, you little perv?”
“Mmm not long, only as long as we’ve been living together. And besides, you’re the one moaning MY name, you little perv…”
“EDDIE!!” I gasped as I smacked his shoulder. “What the fuck??”
“Don’t you what the fuck me princess, you’re the one soaking wet for me” he said as he ran his hand over my core.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I whispered as my breath caught in my throat…”I’ve never thought about you a day in my life…”
“Is that so, baby?” he whispered in my ear.
“Mhm, never not onc—“ I managed to get out before he was yanking my panties down over my thighs, tucking them into his back pocket unceremoniously. A tiny gasp escaped me and my grip in his hair tightened as he flipped me back over and settled between my thighs.
“Mhm, that’s what I thought, princess” he smirked just before wrapping his lips around my clit.
“Fuck, Eddie please…” I whimpered as he sucked even harder.
“Needy tonight, are we princess?” he breathed as he ghosted over me and then licked a broad stripe from my soaking entrance up to my clit.
“Eddie…fuck, daddy please…” I was about to explode, every flick of his tongue pushing me closer to the edge.
“Yeah baby? I’ve only just started, you want your daddy that bad?”
His tone made my walls clench around his tongue, the deeper he thrust the more I lost myself.
“FUCK, daddy…” I all but whimpered as my eyes rolled back into my head,
“Ohhh no princess, you’re gonna look at me while you cum” he growled. My release was already beginning to tear through me but I managed to wrench my eyes open and as I met his gaze, that coil behind my belly snapped and I was lost to him again, a string of curses fell from my mouth as I used his hair to pull him even closer.
“Fuck, Eddie…”
“That’s the idea, darling…” he whispered as I came undone beneath him.
I was still coming back down to earth as he kissed his way up my body, sucking bruises into my flesh, making me keen beneath him. He reached my mouth, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled one of my legs up to lock around his hips.
“Fuck, Eddie please…” I moaned as the tip of his cock flirted with my opening, he was dragging it from my entrance up to my clit, my breath catching with every pass.
“Please what, sweetheart? Use your words…”
“Need you baby, need your cock…”
“Say less, darling” he said with a twisted smirk on his lips, driving himself into me with one thrust.
“Oh FUCK, Eddie…” I moaned as his tip kissed my cervix. I wrapped my other leg around his hips, pulling him closer to me as my lips fell open in a silent scream. I dragged my nails up his back leaving marks that would last for days as he buried his face into my neck.
“Fuck baby, so fucking tight…not gonna last long” he breathed as he nipped at the shell of my ear.
“S’fine baby, I’m so close…” I gasped between thrusts and with that he threw my other leg over his shoulders, practically bending me in half as he drove himself into me relentlessly.
“Yeah baby? You’re close? Good, I want you to cum with me” he said as he reached a hand between our bodies, reaching down to rub relentless circles into my clit.
My hips bucked and I wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him down into a frenzied kiss. “Fuck, daddy please, gonna cum” I whimpered against his lips. He swallowed my moans as his hips and his fingers kept up their unforgiving rhythm and before I knew it I was seeing stars, my body left the earth and all I knew was him and this feeling, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.
I felt his hips start to stutter and I knew he was close. “Come with me baby, let go” I whispered in his ear, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist as I felt his hot release painting my walls. He pressed his forehead against mine, both of us breathing as if we’d just run a 10k.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby” he said, out of breath. “Shut the fuck up, Eds” I laughed as I pulled him even closer. He moved to grab his previously discarded shirt and I whined at the slight loss of contact.
“We gotta clean up eventually darlin’” he said.
“Eventually. Not now.”
“Okay. Not now,” he said as he nestled his face into the crook of my neck.
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November fic rec list
Better late than never? Lol. I never made a fic rec list for November and it’s always bothered me. So here it is.
Some of my fav fics for Eddie Munson, JQ’s other roles, and potentially some other ST characters.
🔥smut 🗡angst ☁️fluff 🕷️dark
MULTI PART FICS
Weedman (Part 1 | Part 2) ☁️ by @bewilderedbunny
Rumours (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 )(older!eddie) by @msgexymunson
Too cool to admit it(Sadist!Eddie x Masochist!reader) by @carolmunson
Sorry I missed you(friends to lovers) by @mantorokk-writes
June baby by @luveline
Camera shy(camboy!eddie x reader) (Part 1 | Part 2) by @pedgito
You’re being mean(mean!dom!eddie) by @pxrxcxa
Cruel little vixen(rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader) by @honey-flustered
Anywhere but here(rockstar!eddie x band manager!reader) by @thefreakymunson
Things that go bump in the night (Part 1 | Part 2) 🕷️ by @sadboyeddie
Summoning(Demon!Eddie) by @lokis-army-77
Daddy and pricess by @quinnsmunson
ONE SHOTS
Shy boy, my boy(shy!Eddie) ☁️ by @usedtobecooler
Calling Eddie baby cow eyes by ☁️ @pedgito
First snow (friends to lovers) ☁️🔥 by /gatheredmoss
First frost (friends to lovers)☁️ by /gatheredmoss
Make it big 🔥 by @corrodedhawkins
I hear you knocking 🔥 by @heavenbarnes
Kitten licks ☁️ by @corroded-hellfire
Mean!Eddie(hatefucking) 🔥 by @pedgito
Mommy issues 🗡☁️ by @corroded-hellfire
Time can’t stop me(quite like you did) 🗡 /gatheredmoss
Sleepover 🔥 by @ladyfogg
Eddie bumps into his long-time crush 🔥☁️ by @munson-blurbs
Embarrasing:Eddie’s mistake(virgin!eddie x emerson!reader) 🔥☁️ by @boomhauer
Simple rules(Dad!Eddie x teacher!reader) ☁️ by @pedgito
Green is the color(Jealous!Eddie) ☁️ by @punk-in-docs
Older!professor!reader x student!eddie 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine
Dangerous encounter by 🕷️🔥 @jazzycurls
Meant to be🕷️🔥 @jazzycurls
Dark!violent!protective!Eddie 🕷️🔥 by @ceriseheaven
CNC with knife play 🕷️🔥by @corrodedhawkins
DRABBLES/BLURBS/ETC
Eddie in tiny basketball shorts ☁️🔥 by @pedgito
Sleepy morning sex with Eddie 🔥 by @chainsawmunson
Truth or dare 🔥 by @pinkrelish
Watch you(eddie x autistic!reader) 🔥 by @mantorokk-writes
Sucking Eddie’s cock 🔥 by @wndalovebot
Kidnapper!Eddie 🕷️ by @elliewlums
Perv!Eddie x Perv!Steve x reader x readers friend ☁️ by @newlips
Reader thinks Eddie stands them up 🗡☁️ by @munson-blurbs
Like real people do 🔥☁️ by @augustslippedavvay
Perv!Eddie(thigh fucking) 🔥 by @newlips
Free use 🔥 by @elliewlums
Unforgiving(ghostface!Eddie) 🕷️🔥 by @the-queen-of-hell-666
Rockstar!Eddie thots (piss kink mention) 🔥 by @mouthfullofmunson
Wayne seeing he raise eddie right(eddie x reader) ☁️ by @munson-blurbs
Eddie comes home from a gig ☁️ by @pullhisteeth
You call Eddie husband as a joke ☁️ by @marianita195
Dacryphilia 🔥 by @pedgito
Eddie plays a new song ☁️ by @eddies-ashtray
Can’t you see that you’re hurting me? 🗡☁️ by @sweetpeamunson
Perv!eddie x innocent!reader 🕷️🔥 by @quinnsmunson
Rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader(rivals) by @luveline
Trapped head inside a small, tin box 🔥by @chaseadrian
Rockstar!kindasubby?!Eddie x anxious!jealous!reader 🔥🗡 by @hard-candy-writing
Gross!perv!eddie 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine
Phone sex/video sex with modern!Eddie 🔥by @poppy-metal
Kate 🔥by @deadboyfriendd
NON EDDIE FICS
Long hot summer (ralph penbury x reader) 🔥 by @usedtobecooler
Billy knight x reader 🔥 by @usedtobecooler
Billy knight x roommate!reader 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine
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Eddie Munson fic recs 🌱
Other Fic Recs 🌱
Masterlist 🧚🏻♀️
Works by @iliaclwrites
Everybody’s talking up a storm
If you’d taken an arrow and run it through me
Works by @inknopewetrust
The hideout
Oh baby part 2 part 3
Works by @luveline
Steve’s little sister going on a date w eddie
June baby (series)
Love bites
Other works by amazing writers
Not Wholly evil (series, pirate au) by @uglypastels
You calling me a liar? By @sailortongue
Eddie x Henderson!reader by @eddie-munsons-girlfriend
The end of a nightmare by @scarlet-star-witch
Prom queen by @eddie-van-munson
You betted on us? by @eddiemunsons-girl
M’y two favorite girls by @djarintreble
Damn prejudice by @itsoutrageouss
Domestic Bliss by @ddejavvu
Clingy by @h4rring1on
Parallels by @thefreakymunson
Go your own way by @seidenbros
Nothing Else Matters by @munsons-maiden
Just friends by @fanatictypist
Steve’s ex by @sunflowergirl522
Eat me by @rip-quizilla
Inked by @corroded-hellfire
Too much in common by @munsonhoneybaby
Teach me by @urfavstargirl1
Celebrity skin (series) by @cacoetheswriting
Wildflowers @m0llygunn
Gareth’s sister!reader part 2 by @lovebugism
#Eddie Munson fic recs#eddie munson#Eddie Munson x reader#Eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x y/n#jopseh quinn#eddie munson x you
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⚡️ SHARP FIC PICKS ⚡️
EDDIE x READER (PART I)
WARNING: there’s smut all over this so you NEED to be 18+ (minors DNI!!!) and even then proceed only if you’re comfortable with filth.
⚡️ All fics involve sex between/among consenting adults (18+).
I’m running out of tags for the Eddie x Reader smut recs, so I’m going to start a new list as of today and will keep updating that on my pinned post, while linking out to older lists as needed. As a refresher, below the cut are my very faves to date -- with many more to come. Thank you to all of the incredibly talented writers out there for crafting new stories and even worlds for our favorite comfort character.
I’m also putting together a fic rec list of non-smut fics -- yes, that’s how much I love this man -- and I’ll be posting that soon.
EDDIE x READER (PART I)
Sick Body, Sick Mind (fem!reader) by @luveline
Sick Sounds (fem!reader) by @luveline
Bruise of the Year (fem!reader) by @luveline
Stairway to Heaven (fem!reader) by @peachesworld96
Eddie + Reader in the stolen camper (fem!reader) by @honeyedmrvel
Steve walks in on you and Eddie having sex but Eddie keeps on fucking you (fem!reader) by @honeyedmrvel
Eddie trying to keep it in his pants while reader sucks on a lollipop during Hellfire (fem!reader) by @thefreakymunson
The Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To Is When I’m Alone With You (fem!reader) by @eddiemunsonssoulmate
Strange Love (fem!reader) Part I and Part II by @eddiemunsonssoulmate
A Game of Gods and Monsters (fem!reader) [fix-it fic to mend all Vol 2 wounds] by @munsons-maiden
The Stars at Lover’s Lake (fem!reader) by @stranger-nightmare
Save a Prayer (‘Til the Morning After) (fem!reader) by @stranger-nightmare
I’ll Make It Up to You (fem! reader) [another amazing fix-it after Vol 2 killed my soul] Part I and Part II by @stranger-nightmare
So Damn Into You (fem!reader) by @peterthepark
Little Witch (fem!reader) by @peterthepark
Bad Idea! (fem!reader) by @peterthepark
Body Electric (fem!reader) by @starlightsearches
Something Extra (fem!reader) by @luveline
Good Boy (fem!reader) by @peterthepark
Eddie Munson Survives and Lives Happily Ever After series (fem!reader and one of my *very* favorite Vol. 2 fix-it fics thus far): I Can’t Carry It For You, But I Can Carry You and it’s smut-tastic sequel Tell Me We’ll Never Get Used To It by @the-wild-wolves-around-you
Hold On To My Heart (fem!reader) by @mypoisonedvine
Scandals & Handcuffs; Burning Altars (fem!reader) by @indouloureux
That’s A Strong Word (fem!reader) by @uglypastels
Stoned In Love (fem!reader) by @peachesworld96
Of Incense and Intimacy (fem!reader) by @muertawrites
Good Going, Munson (fem!reader) by @xdirtyx
In My Darkest Hour (fem!reader) by @peachesworld96
Sex on Fire (fem!reader) by @eddiemslvt
You’re All I Want (fem!reader) by @eddiemslvt
Eddie Teasing Reader Under Table (fem!reader) by @eddiemslvt
Stargirl (fem!reader) by @eddiemslvt
Nothing Else Matters (fem!reader) by @munsons-maiden
Tequila Sunrise (fem!reader) by @muertawrites
Body Heat (fem!reader) by @muertawrites
P*rn Star Eddie x P*rn Star Reader (fem!reader) by @prettyboyeddiemunson
When It’s Raining (fem!reader) by @starlightsearches
Payback (fem!reader) by @starlightsearches
Sex Pollen Fic!!! (fem!reader) by @mrvlbimbo
Jason Doesn’t Know (fem!reader) by @mrvlbimbo
Hysteria (fem!reader) by @starlightsearches
Make Up Sex w/Eddie (fem!reader) by @indouloureux
Want to Do Something Wild? (fem!reader) by @damon-loves-pie
Vandalism in the Closet (fem!reader) by @chaseadrian
Keep it Warm (fem!reader) by @theold-ultraviolence
Rock You Like a Hurricane (fem!reader) by @theold-ultraviolence
Master of Puppets I’m Pulling Your Strings (fem!reader) by @eddiemunsonssoulmate
#eddie munson smut#eddie x reader smut#eddie x reader#eddie x you#eddie x you smut#sharpficpicks#eddie fucking munson#eddie x y/n#eddie munson fanfic
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Golden Hour
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson
Summary: Inspired by this fanart by @divine-draws - a lazy, sleepy morning for Steve and Eddie
CW/TW: n/a, this is pure fluff
Word Count: 1K
Author's Note: requested by @thefreakymunson <3
Light shone through the blinds that Steve had neglected to close the night before bathing his room in the soft glow of the early morning light. As he slowly came to, he was made aware of the arm wrapped around him. He had gone to sleep with Eddie snuggled up to him as the little spoon, but at some point in the middle of the night, the metalhead had rolled over and buried his face in his chest. Not that Steve was complaining about it. He’d never complain about being close to Eddie.
If you had told King Steve that one day he’d be falling for the freak of Hawkins High, he would have told you that you were crazy. Then again, he would have said the same thing if you’d told him that the Upside Down existed, and yet, both things were true.
After the “earthquake,” Steve’s parents had decided that they were moving out of Hawkins for good. They left the house for Steve only because they knew they’d lose money trying to sell it. He didn’t exactly love the house. It had always felt so empty and lonely to him. But, they’d needed a place to hide Eddie during his recovery while he was waiting for them to find a way to clear his name. Steve’s big, empty house seemed like the perfect place, and Eddie’s presence made the house seem a little less lonely.
Somewhere between helping to nurse Eddie back to health and the government pinning the murders on Victor Creel, their harmless flirting had grown into actual feelings and self-discovery, and even when it was safe for Eddie to move out, neither of them wanted it to happen.
They still kept seperate bedrooms for the moments where they wanted some privacy, but they spent most nights together. Sometimes, it was for more carnal desires, but other nights like the night before were for comfort. Just knowing that there was someone else there made sleeping easier, and Steve had far fewer nightmares when he was holding Eddie in his arms.
Steve had slept through the night without a single nightmare, so he was in a particularly good mood that morning. He tightened his grip and pulled Eddie a little closer as he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. This was his favorite place. Outside of his house, he couldn’t be as affectionate with Eddie as he wanted to be. He couldn’t put a label on whatever it was they were or show him off the way he would have with any of the girls he’d dated in the past. But safe within the four walls of his bedroom, he could show Eddie just how much he truly meant to him with the single soothing motion of his fingers gently tracing up and down his back.
“Too early,” Eddie groaned as he snuggled deeper into Steve’s chest. “Go back to sleep.”
“You say that every morning.”
“And every morning, I’m right.”
This was the game they played most days. Eddie complained about being woken up to see just how much affection he could weasel out of Steve, and Steve was happy to give it. They had both been so touch-starved before their relationship started that every lingering touch left them reeling. Now, it took a little bit more to get each other worked up, and each touch was more meaningful. Steve could show that he loved Eddie without having to say the words that he was so afraid to put out there.
“Do you really want to go back to sleep?” Steve asked. The hand that was rubbing Eddie’s back moved upwards to tangle into his hair as he started to massage the back of his head. “Because I think you’d much rather stay awake with me.”
Where Steve hated anyone touching his hair, Eddie was the exact opposite. All Steve had to do was wrap one of Eddie’s curls around his finger, and the man was putty in his hands. When Steve was feeling especially nice like he was that morning, he’d thread his fingers through Eddie’s hair and take his time gently scratching at his scalp. It was pure bliss, and Steve relished in the look that always graced Eddie’s face at the touch.
“You sure about that?” Eddie replied with a contented sigh. “Because you know how relaxing I find this. I could fall back asleep at any moment.”
“Maybe I just think you deserve a little extra affection.”
“Maybe I’ll let you give it to me.”
Eddie adjusted the way that he was laying against Steve so that he could rest his chin on the other man’s chest and look up at him.
“You’re too far away,” Steve pouted as he circled his arms around Eddie.
“I am quite literally laying on top of you. I couldn’t be closer if I tried.”
“I can’t reach your lips from there.”
“Why should I kiss you? You won’t let me sleep,” Eddie teased. He was only prolonging the inevitable. He couldn’t resist when Steve got needy. Partially because there were times where he found it hard to believe that any of this was real. Times where he couldn’t fathom that he was actually in Steve’s bed or that he was wanted there. Needed even. So his wandering hands and kisses kept him physically in the moment. Helped him to believe that the affection was real and wasn’t disappearing anytime soon.
“How about this? You come up here and give me a real kiss, and we can sleep for at least another hour,” Steve suggested.
“Two hours?”
“Okay. Two hours.”
“That I can agree to.”
Eddie shuffled his way up to capture Steve’s lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away almost too quickly before rolling Steve over slightly to be his little spoon.
“Such a tease,” Steve laughed. “That was barely a kiss.”
Eddie playfully bit Steve’s shoulder as he draped his arm over Steve’s waist, their legs tangling together instantly.
“There’s plenty more where that came from,” Eddie promised. “In two hours. After I sleep.”
“I’m holding you to that.”
“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”
And so the two fell back asleep wrapped up in each other’s embrace feeling the love between them even without having to say the words.
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Changing Room
Anonymous Requested: Eddie Munson, a thigh guy, going feral over new lingerie.
Eddie wasn’t sure how he had gotten drug into the mall with the small female friend group you had. At first, you had just asked him for a ride to the shopping center. Next thing he knows, he’s walking behind you carrying all of your bags as you weaved in and out of the stores.
You stopped outside of your original target store once all the girls had sort of dispersed into their own section of the mall – something Eddie regretted letting happen. It’d only mean that you’d have to go around and find them later.
Victoria's Secret. Eddie didn't have a clue what he was stepping into when he followed you, but the bright pinks and vivid other colors nearly blinded him as he followed you through the racks of bras and panties.
A few minutes later, you were standing in the changing room in a potentially new nightie. It covered your tits and a small piece of fabric tied underneath your bust created a flowy cape-like draping affect around your waist. It was a dark red color and you knew Eddie would love it, but you wanted to test the waters first.
“Eds?” You called from the changing room but he didn’t hear you.
You poked your head out to see him standing with another guy who he was in deep conversation with and you decided to toy with him. You fixed your purple panties, making sure nothing was showing as you walked out of the dressing room.
“Eddie, what do you think?” you asked, getting not only his attention, but the other guys as well.
His eyes nearly doubled in size as he looked down at you – taking in the sight of you standing nearly in the center of the store in the skimpiest outfit he’d ever seen. He stepped in front of you, blocking the other guys view as he walked you backwards into the stalls again, his face calm and reserved.
“Are you insane?” Eddie asked once the door was closed, “Thinking no other guy just checked you out right now?”
“And if they did?” You shrugged.
“And if they did?” he mocked you, turning you around to face the mirror, “Think you can just go around showing off what’s mine, Y/N?”
You heard the clink of his belt on the floor as he stood behind you and you went to push your panties down but he stopped you.
“No. Absolutely not. You don’t pull a stunt like that and get fucked,” Eddie shook his head, his voice low in your ear as he moved your hands and tugged the back of your panties up in between your ass cheeks. Embarrassment tinted your cheeks but you knew better than to ask him to stop. You didn’t want him to, either.
You watched in the mirror as he spat into his hand and slathered it over his cock, his eyes never leaving yours in the reflection.
You were thankful it was an enclosed changing room, giving you a decent amount of privacy but the walls were still thin. Eddie’s hand clamped around your mouth tighter as he thrust his hips into you, his cock sliding deliciously up against your still clothed clit through the small gap between your thighs. You clenched your thighs together, watching in the mirror as his cock thrust in and out of the small hole.
“You wanna tease me, baby girl?” Eddie panted into your ear, “Wanna walk out and show off your slutty little lingerie to everyone in the store when it’s for my eyes only?”
You clenched your thighs tighter, earning a soft groan from him as he thrust his hips a bit faster, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing off the walls in the otherwise quiet changing area.
“Gonna cum all over your pretty little panties,” he mumbled into your ear, “That what you want, hm? Walk around the mall for the rest of the day covered in my cum like the little whore you are, Y/N?”
You panted against his hand as you braced your arms against the wall, so close to coming already it was embarrassing. You gasped into his palm as he gripped the back of your panties tighter and pulled them up between your ass cheeks, simultaneously giving you the most uncomfortable wedgie while also creating the most delicious friction on your clit each time he thrust his cock between your thighs.
You were a mix of mewls and whines into his palm as his thrusts sped up. You weren’t even sure if he had done it on purpose and the look on his face as you came, groaning into his clutching hand, confirmed your suspicions.
He pinned you against the wall, looking down at wet spot on your panties as he chuckled. It wasn’t a hearty laugh – there was nothing funny. It was a laugh that reminded you just how pathetic you were for him – a reminder that he knew it.
His hand left your mouth and you caught a deep breath of air, your lipstick smeared completely now. You watched as he spat in his hand and began fisting his cock, pulling your thigh up over his. Your eyes flicked between his face and his hand, the sight of him jerking off in front of you was almost too much.
You spit into your own hand and gently brushed his own hand away from his cock, replacing it with yours as you felt him pulse and throb in your hand. He was close – his cock pulsing and throbbing in your small hands as you jerked him off quickly.
He thrust into your grip, biting his bottom lip to keep from groaning as his cum shot out in thick ropes, landing on your pretty purple panties. He watched with a slack jaw as your fingers smeared it into the cotton fabric and then brought the same digits up to your mouth, sucking each one clean with a wet “pop” sound.
He pinned you against the wall harder this time, pressing his entire body against yours as he kissed you – tongue tasting himself on you, before stepping back and fixing his jeans.
“And to answer your question,” Eddie mumbled against your lips, “I don’t just like this nightie…I love it.”
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1979
Eddie Munson x afab!reader
Warnings: mentions of (but no description) torture, being shot, birth, pregnancy, death, and human experimentation. Overuse of the word “smile”. I’m sorry for making Eddie sad.
Wordcount: 11k ish but worth it (I hope)
Reader note: gender-neutral pronouns used, but mentions of you being pregnant and having a daughter. Use of “mother” and related terms as well. If someone has gender neutral terms for mom/dad they would like to tell me about I would appreciate it. Reader is also explicitly mentioned to be a part of some sort of experiment at Hawkins Lab and taken in by Dr. Owens, but no mention of precisely what that experiment was. No physical description except for one mention of hair, but it’s just hair - not type or length or color.
Summary: Just over 10 years ago, you vanished without explanation, right as Vecna began to enact his plan. Now everyone has moved on from Hawkins, built lives away from that nightmare. Except for Eddie, who can’t because moving on means moving on from you. He’s slowly become bitter, hating the world around him. Until he is shown there is a reason to love it again.
Authors Note: this is a modified version of a possible ending to my Dani California fic that I “threw out” pretty early on (I tend to write the start and finish and then figure out everything else and modify the end as I go). Upon seeing this fic by @thefreakymunson and noticing people liked the reverse, I decided to alter it as a reader insert one shot. I’m really bad at one-shots.
Eddie hates how he isn’t able to move on.
Everyone else left, got the hell out the second the last of them, Erica, graduated and have only come back once or twice. No more visits during summer or winter or spring break. No more visits during the holidays or for birthdays. No more yearly reunions at the Wheeler’s or Steve’s. They put the nightmare called Vecna as far away as they could.
Eddie just couldn’t do it. He pretends it’s because he can’t. Financially or whatever.
But the reality is he can’t move on because then that would mean moving on from you.
He hates how never got a good explanation for why you vanished sometime on Saturday, though he didn’t know that at first because he hadn’t planned to see you until Saturday night and didn’t get to see you Friday because you were working. He never got a good explanation for why nothing was gone or out of place. Your car was still parked in the lot of the complex, the door was locked, your wallet was still on the counter where you always left it, and your keys still were still hanging on the hook by the door. Your boots were missing, alongside your jacket and what you were likely wearing that day. The teddy bear he won you at the Fourth of July festival last year and a polaroid of him you keep in your wallet were the only two things that seemed weird to be missing.
But it was as if you vanished.
He never got a good explanation for how you ended up in Nevada, apparently.
What he did get was some girl he never fucking met, Mike, who he is close to strangling half the time, and both Byers, only one of whom he met, in his room while he was healing from a fucking demonic bat attack telling him that you had died after the military or something invaded the secret lab you had been in with this girl he never met.
Oh, and your father? The one whom you said adopted you after you got out of a bad situation (which you refused to speak about)? Apparently, one of the doctors in charge of this secret lab superpowered girl was in.
As if the situation could get any more confusing, right?
But to not worry, because they also didn’t see you die, so you could be alive.
And, of course, he lost his mind at that. Why didn’t they go back in? If this super-powered girl was close enough to you for you to also end up in some basement lab in the middle of the desert, then why didn’t she try to save you?
Then when he was able to go home, living with Steve, of all people, since his trailer was kind of ruined regardless of their day-saving and Wayne decided maybe it was time to find somewhere new, and Steve’s parents also decided to just ditch Hawkins more permanently without actually giving up their much cheaper residence, the agent who had practically interrogated him at the hospital multiple times showed up with a box.
Just a simple cardboard box.
“What is this?” He remembers asking cautiously.
“They’re dead. Confirmed it. This is what we were able to bring back.”
That’s all she said. Not your name, not how you died, just “they’re dead”.
“Not a body?” His voice had cracked. He was suspicious enough to wonder, no matter how much his gut twisted.
“With the number of gunshot wounds they had, there wasn’t much of a body left to bring back.”
There wasn’t much of a body to bring back.
And she had just left him there on Steve’s doorstep holding a box of whatever they could bring back of you.
He had opened it right there in the open doorway.
On top was a teddy bear. The one he had been searching for months now. The only you cheekily called your ‘Teddie Bear’ (“T plus Eddie. Teddie. Get it?”), and whenever you weren’t with him, you slept with it cuddled in your arms. Hell, even sometimes with him, you still fell asleep with it cuddled in your arms.
But it was no longer golden brown and fuzzy and kind of misshapen. There were tears and holes all throughout it, spots of dark brown where blood must have once been, stuffing missing. And it was wearing your necklace. The dog tag one with a series of letters and numbers he never could decode that you wore every day that you added the guitar pick to when he made you a matching one.
With his breath held to stop him from crying, he went lower in the box.
Your jacket. The jacket you wear nearly every day. The one he loved to tease you about because it was a faded army green military style jacket instead of the black leather like a true freak wears.
But it was also decorated in holes and stained with blood. He held it up and saw it was barely a jacket anymore.
The last thing was a small note placed on top of an envelope. He reached for the message.
‘This letter was supposed to get to you soon after they left. It didn’t for obvious reasons and was accidentally kept’.
He hates how Steve had found him hours later, still in the doorway, hunched over without any tears left.
He hates how Steve held him and then went and called everyone when he thought Eddie was asleep. How he broke the news that you were confirmed dead with such little emotion.
Yeah, he barely knew you, but that doesn’t change the fact that you still died.
Eddie hates the letter you left him.
It barely makes any fucking sense, and when he tried to beg El for more information, she admitted she didn’t really know much. It was a separate program held at the same lab. There was no interaction. She only knew you were also in the Hawkins Lab because Dr. Brenner, that man in charge of her experimentation, had told her you were, and that’s why you were also in Nevada. And then you had explained that when Henry - Vecna tried to escape - it made it possible for you to as well.
Which is apparently why Hawkins Middle got a very odd new student in the middle of the school year in ‘79.
He hates how the letter is basically a goodbye like you knew you wouldn’t make it back. How it somehow intertwines the truth within its apologies and farewells and practical breakup message.
He hates that he’ll never actually get to know the truth. Pieces of it he knew before and knows now. Like he knew you were adopted but didn’t know it was the only doctor left in charge of the program after everyone else was killed that adopted you. That you had actually escaped, and he had to choose between killing you and bringing you back and instead fought to have you live a normal life.
But what was the experiment? Not psionic powers, clearly. But something worth killing a kid over and then kidnapping them years later. Or coercing them. He still isn’t clear how willing you were to leave.
Eddie hates how they had to bury a fucking jacket.
Eddie hates how at the funeral, everyone seemed to act like they all knew something he didn’t. The letter barely made any fucking sense, after all. So maybe they did.
Absolutely hates how the only person who stuck around with him as he struggled to keep his shit together after was Steve. Even Dustin could barely look him in the eye.
Steve tried to explain later. It had nothing to do with knowing something after Eddie had accused them all in a fit of frustration one day. Despite everything, all the risks, everyone made it except you. That guilt ate them differently, especially since most didn’t even know you. Many didn’t know what to do or how to feel.
The only one who may be suffering more from guilt was El. Who Eddie thought was incredibly suspicious. But really, she just kept wondering if she could have stopped some of the bullets, reached out for you somehow.
What he hates most is how your mother - not mother - was there. Your father - captor? - was also confirmed dead, but what was left of him was apparently buried in an old family plot out of state. But he doesn’t hate that she came. She raised you for five years. He hates that when he pressed her for something, anything about the past, she simply told him she didn’t know. That she was left mostly in the dark about what happened in that lab. And that what she knew of you was only that her husband was told to kill you or bring you back, and instead, he fought for a normal life. So she ended up with a terrified young teen in her home whom she raised, cared for, and loved like they were hers.
But surely she must know more?
So he hates how she must be lying.
He doesn’t hate any of his bandmates for moving on. Corroded Coffin fell apart pretty fast after the ‘unprecedented earthquake’. Gareth’s family moved away. Jeff’s family stayed, but only so he could finish school. Grant was due to graduate in the spring, just like him, and as soon as he did, he chose to go to college.
He just hates that they have no idea. The cards he gets during holidays from the others always include notes about he should come to visit. How nice New York or Chicago or some random town in Florida or California or Washington is this time of year. How their house is always open, no questions asked. It’s annoying, frustrating, but he appreciates it.
The ones from his school friends are just reminders that some people have no idea. Smiling wishes and cheerful reminders that it was just some freak disaster that was able to be kind of fixed. You died. They knew that. But they didn’t know how or why. They, like everyone else, were just told it had been due to the earthquake.
Eddie hates how he hears your voice and sees your smile and spots the way you stand, of all things. Strangers will come in, and they will just have something that is just so like you, and it breaks his heart.
For the first few years, he would hear someone with a similar voice and hope it may be you, only to look and see someone he has never met.
(Hawkins got a lot larger after everything was cleaned up because although the gates only partially opened and were able to be shut, lots of people moved out because of everything that kept happening, leaving lots of cheap housing available to people who just no longer wanted to live in cities or suburbs.)
Eddie hates how it has been ten years, and he is still in Hawkins, still working as a mechanic, and still cuddles a poorly stitched teddy bear every night like someone who can’t get rid of their baby blanket.
He hates how he can’t listen to half the music he used to love because he reminds him of you. He hates that he had to shove most of his clothes in a box and store them away and borrow clothes from Steve fucking Harrington for a while because you had worn almost everything of his before.
He hates how he stares at the shitty ring he got you that he knows you would have just loved. How he never got the run like hell off that stage finally to you and ask you to marry him because fuck it. Who cares about being kind of young? He’s known it was you since you quietly thanked him back in 8th grade after he helped you pick up everything that spilled out of your backpack after some kid purposefully knocked into you a week into your being in Hawkins Middle. He hadn’t heard you speak a single word before then and at most only saw you look up to see the board.
He hates that the photo your mother - or experimenter’s wife, he supposes - took when you convinced him to go with you to Snowball is fading. You both look so out of place in slightly more formal clothes, but it’s still his favorite because it’s the first photo he has with you.
He wishes he knew you never went to any school dance before because you used to go to sleep in a locked room no larger than his bathroom and were never provided such an opportunity. He would have been less stubborn about it, less of an asshole the whole night. Maybe he would have taken up on your ask to dance instead of letting you get taken by some guy who only ended up making fun of you later because you still struggled to speak in public and could barely make eye contact.
He wishes he knew about your life before you met. More than just “it was hard”. He poured his trauma out to you, and you couldn’t do the same? He doesn’t hate you for not doing so. In fact, he hates himself that you weren’t comfortable being honest.
He hates that your clothes are all still tucked beneath his bed in an airtight container he never opens. He’s too scared to. They could lose their scent if he does. And he doesn’t want to lose any part of you. Your favorite comic, though, comics, Uncanny X-Men #129 - #138, sit on one of his bedside tables. The one that would be yours, on the right side of the bed. He hasn’t touched them beyond taking them from your place and moving them there. But he spent every year since they came out watching you read them nearly every day. So he looks at them every day.
“What’s so great about Jean Grey and her Phoenix persona?” He asked one day.
“I just… I feel like I relate. It sounds silly, I know.”
He hates that he still doesn’t fully get it but does at least appreciate that it doesn’t sound quite as silly anymore. He never felt it was ridiculous to be relating to an X-Men character. He understood that. It was the way you would linger on her change, her persona, her eventual sacrifice. Like that was what you related to.
Like that was what you planned to do, now that he thinks back.
He kind of hates that he began calling you Phoenix at the time and never stopped. You never seemed to dislike it, but he wonders if maybe he did something wrong by clearly poking fun at what was some sort of comfort for you.
And he really hates how empty his apartment still looks.
Despite all his attempts, he hasn’t drawn in years, and everything you ever made is tucked away in a different box that he can’t even look at. They aren’t decorating his walls as they should be. The painting you did for his 18th that wouldn’t fit well anywhere in his trailer would be perfect above his bed, but he just leaves it in the closet, carefully wrapped and boxed up.
Band posters are tucked away somewhere too.
It’s devoid of you. But it’s also devoid of him.��
Eddie hates how he still gets looks from people who remember ten years ago. Hawkins has changed dramatically over the past decade, but those that stayed and keep staying still look at him with worry.
Jason Carver went to jail for assault and attempted murder and murder for the shit he did to Lucas (and Max, and they just connected him to the rest of them because he was already going to jail). Yet, he, who never even spent a day in police custody (except a few times in his teen years) and was immediately taken off the suspect list as soon as the super secret government people could, would sometimes be side-eyed like he might start stabbing someone for fun in the middle of the road.
He is tempted to stab some customers occasionally. But that’s just how working is.
Eddie also hates how he lost a bet and has to close the garage by himself on a Friday. It’s a stupid thing to hate in comparison, but he hates it nonetheless. He rather be at home. Rather be just sleeping off the day.
It’s nearing 11 PM, and he’s almost done. A few more things to do, and then he can lock up and leave and thankfully take tomorrow off.
Of course, those assholes placed a nice pile of grease on tools that shouldn’t be quite that greasy. So he sighs and gets to work on wiping the table and tools down.
He’s not even done with the second wrench, the first on the floor next to him, when a voice calls out to him over the music. It’s loud, blasting out Black Hole Sun from the only station that will occasionally play rock and metal. It also plays the newer genres like grunge, which he likes, and alternative, which he is still unsure about.
You’d tell him they're just natural derivatives of one another, so he should stop being so uptight about it.
“Excuse me?”
That voice.
It sounds just like yours.
Eddie just keeps wiping down the tools that need to be cleared. He has been through this game enough times. He can’t keep doing it. He can’t keep putting himself through the cycle of hope and pain.
“We’re closed. If you need something, come back tomorrow.”
There’s a pause.
Eddie assumes whomever it is has walked away. The music is too loud to really tell.
Then there is a pause, the host quickly reminding everyone that the last song was Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden.
“And up next —”
“I don’t think this can wait until tomorrow, Eds."
Eddie stills.
Eds.
No one calls him Eds.
A few have tried, but he put an end to it because it isn’t the same as how those letters fall off your lips. It has never had the same love, the same bite when it needs to.
He turns.
There stands you.
Under the shitty lights of the garage, hands tucked in your pockets, is you standing in front of him for the first time in over ten years.
The wrench in his hand falls to the ground.
You’re skinnier than he remembers you being, face gaunt and eyes sunk. Your hair is drastically different, too. The clothes you are wearing don’t look quite right on you either, a little too big and not quite your style. Definitely ‘90s, though.
It’s your eyes that give you away.
He has stared into those eyes enough to know exactly what they look like under any circumstance.
He whispers out your name. Partially in hope, partially in fear. Maybe he has finally fucking lost it. Maybe he is just seeing your ghost wandering around instead of just pretending it’s you when he falls asleep or when he needs to tell someone a really bad joke.
You give a little half-wave, hand still in your pocket. “Hi.”
Eddie is running to you and pulling you into a hug, spinning you around before you can even notice him moving. He’s transferring dirt and grime all over you, but you don’t care. You can’t find it in yourself to. The last time you saw him was 7:37 AM on March 22, 1986, when he left for school, and it is now 11:01 PM on June 9, 1996.
It’s been over ten years.
He sets you down and just holds your face for a moment, grease smearing all over.
But you let him. Let him squeeze your cheek and run a thumb along your chin just to make sure it really is you standing in front of him, even though you can feel the slick of oil and grease wetting your face. Let him dig his fingers near your jaw and up into your hairline. Just to ensure you are real and not some hallucination.
Your hands gently rest on his shoulders as he does so. You know he’s real. It took you a whole month to even convince yourself to even come here. But touching him is still terrifying. Like if you touch him wrong, he’ll walk away. He’ll realize that you’ve changed and that he has as well and he can’t be with you. That he isn’t compatible with you anymore.
He kisses you.
You let him, despite the splotches of dirt and grime covering his lips.
He tastes like cigarettes and beer and weed and that cinnamon gum he likes. Only oil and grease have been added. It’s familiar, even if it is new too.
It’s all the kisses he left along your forehead and cheeks long before and after you began dating, leaving a lingering of his scent.
It’s the soft first kiss that led to his panic run when your father opened the door, even though he wasn’t mad. Just wondering why a flower pot had knocked over.
It’s making out at Lover’s Lake high as hell and giggling into each other’s lips like it’s the funniest shit in the world.
It’s the last kiss you gave him before you left, not knowing it would be your last for so long, pressed to his lips with a promise to see him Saturday.
It’s home.
It’s him.
But you’re different. Something is different about you, and he hates it. It’s your mouth, your tongue and your weird lemon chapstick he always thought was ridiculous but was also always distinctly you, but nothing else about you tastes right.
He can’t taste all the kisses you have peppered him with or the first kiss he ever had that was with you or the make-out sessions at Lover’s Lake or the way your lips would kiss away his tears when he got overly frustrated or sad or the last kiss you ever gave him that he replays over and over and over in his head every night wondering if something went wrong at that moment that he was too him to realize.
He pulls away fast, too fast, only to yank you hard against him again and cry. A body-shuddering, face-weeping cry.
And you do too. You just cry.
And cry.
And cry.
And cry.
Hands are gripping the other's so tight, confirming the other is real. Eddie especially is practically digging his hands into your skin and muscles so hard he’s squeezing your bones and organs. You don’t care. He could snap you in half, stab you, do anything, and you wouldn’t care. He’s here in your arms again.
Neither of you knows how long you’re crying for, you just know both of your shirts are soaked by the time either of you has the ability to speak again.
“You’re alive,” he barely musters out, voice broken from the tears. “You’re fucking alive, and your hair is…”
You chuckle through the tears you still have left. “Yeah. Though you’re one to talk. It’s… short.”
That wasn’t a change he wanted to make. But it just got to be too much. You were the one who encouraged him to grow it in the first place, too.
He rubs the back of his head nervously. “Yeah. Look bad?”
“No.” You smile, fingers threading through some of the short curls. “Looks amazing.”
His head leans into your familiar touch. Touch he has only dreamed of, felt like a ghost along his scalp. Nothing like the real thing.
“We had a funeral,” he says, interrupting the silence that had fallen. “We… you were dead. They said you were shot.”
“I know. I know. I am so sorry. I have so much to explain. I was shot but not shot to death.” Your eyes land on the scarring on his cheeks. “And you…”
Your fingers ghost over the healed scars on his face, trailing along and down to his neck.
“I know.” Eddie grabs your hand to stop you. “They’re… ugly.”
“Hot. I was going to say hot. Rugged. Handsome.” Your eyes return to his. His stupid, baby cow-like brown eyes that you fell in love with that are full of tears and love and hurt right now. “But what happened?”
“Nearly got killed by some demonic bats. Henderson and Harrington, though.” He chuckles. “They saved my ass.”
You tilt your head. “Steve Harrington?”
“Yeah. Steve Harrington.”
“I’ll have to thank them.” Your hands drop, and his follow. It feels silly, stupid even, to be holding hands and facing each other like this again. It feels childish almost.
But you like it.
Eddie fucking loves it.
“Finish closing. Because we have a lot to talk about.”
Eddie looks over his shoulder at what is left to do. Not that he even cares at this point. He could have everything left and it wouldn’t even matter.
“Fuck that. My girlfriend just came back from the dead. I’m leaving now.”
Sitting on his couch with his left thigh flush to your right, what Eddie discovers he hates the most is how he is staring at a kid with eyes and hair identical to his and a smile brighter than yours, which he didn’t think was possible. He hates how he can no longer be excited about your return and is no longer full of questions about how you escaped. He hates how he can barely listen to your explanation about being shot and some army person taking you, and that guy whom he thought was your (adopted) father but was actually some scientist doctor to some secret black site and torturing you guys and…
“Where is she?”
You knew he wouldn’t be able to listen after whatever point you told him that he had a kid. So you practically led with it, knowing the idea that you had been pregnant and didn’t know would be a lot easier to swallow than CIA black sites and torture and the background of the experiments before you guys met.
“Safe. Healthy. Surprisingly well-adjusted and happy, all things considered.” You reach up to play with his hair. It’s so short now. “You can see her tomorrow if you’d like.”
“And she’s 10?”
You pull your hand away from the black waves beginning to form on his head. “Nearly.”
He hates that. He hates that a lot.
“I missed 10 years…”
You reach down to his hands, resting your left on top of his left and leaning further into him. He stares at the way your hand is covering his as he grips this photo of the daughter made of both of you. Made of you and him.
“10 years were stolen from you. It’s not your fault.”
He dryly laughs and grips the photo tighter. It bends - distorting the photo of the smiling girl.
“I still missed them, though.”
You can’t disagree with that. Whether through his own fault or not, he still missed 10 years of her life.
“What’s her name?”
“Veronica Andrea. They wouldn’t let me use your last name for her when she was born, but we got it changed last year.” You press a quick kiss to his shoulder, even if it is on his oil and grease-stained skin. “Call her Ronnie.”
He likes that. No. He loves that. Veronica to sound normal, Ronnie as a nickname. And Andrea for his mom.
“Why now, Phoenix?” He finally asks. “Why not 10 years ago?”
Your hand moves from his to his forearm, fingers dragging along his skin like you used to whenever he was overwhelmed. A way to ground him. “You really haven’t been listening, have you?”
Eddie glances over at you and offers an apologetic smile. “Is it really that obvious?”
“It’s fine. I get it. I’ll explain it all again when you are less distracted.”
“Can I see her now?”
He isn’t a big fan of the way you sit up and entirely withdraw your touch.
“No. She’s… she’s not in Hawkins. We’re going to need to drive a few hours.” You pause and sigh nervously. “A few states. So we should leave after we’ve slept.”
“A few states?”
Yeah. He fucking hates that too.
He hates how scared he is to sleep beside you for the first time in ten years. He hates how you are right there, feet away, and he can’t do anything but freeze. He hates that he ignores your sly offer of showering together, and he hates that he won’t let you touch him beyond his face and hands.
He lets you shower first, setting out some of your old clothes. His, technically, but you stole them so many times over that he considers them yours. The second he opens that airtight box, his eyes well up because it still smells of you.
He hates that he is so afraid all of a sudden. Afraid to lose you again, mostly. That you’ll see the rest of his scars and decide he’s not attractive enough anymore. That coming back after all this time wasn’t worth it.
“Since when have you worn both a shirt and pants to bed?” You ask as the exits the bathroom. “It’s always a shirt and boxers or sweats and no shirt. Are you already that old?”
“Just more comfortable like this,” he mumbles, sitting down on the left side of the bed where he always sleeps, even after 10 years.
You’re close to the center, knees tucked up as you wait. But he stays facing away from you, sitting as far to the edge without falling off as he can.
“No, you aren’t.” You shift to your knees, trying to reach out to him. “Eds…”
He flinches away from your touch.
Your heart drops.
He’s frightened and rightfully so.
But fuck, it took you a month to convince yourself to come here. You aren’t letting him shut down and shy away.
So with no hesitation, you pull off your own shirt and kick off your pants and yank the covers off.
“Eds, look at me.”
He grips the bed beneath him. He’s too frightened to turn around.
“Eddie.”
He closes his eyes. He can’t do it. He can’t lose you now.
“Edward Joseph Munson. Look at me right now.”
He does. Because when you pull out his legal name - full legal name at that - he knows you aren’t messing around.
And he can’t help but gasp.
There is scarring everywhere on you.
He hates that you’re scarred as well. You explain each kind. Gunshot wounds that were purposefully treated poorly, scars from various torture types, a slightly jagged line where the daughter he never met came into this world.
“They practically just ripped her out. I was pretty numb and barely conscious, though.”
His fingers touch each one, and you watch as his entire face morphs into a sadness you have never seen.
And afterward, he reluctantly pulls off his shirt and sweatpants.
The bats got most of his torso, a good portion of his left thigh, and the right side of his neck up to his face. He’s had 10 years of healing to get them in a better state, however, rather than the continuous disruption of the healing for yours. Still, the scars take up feet of his skin and still look painful.
“You’re okay. I’m okay. It’s going to be okay.”
“How are you so calm?” He asks shakily, head buried into your shoulder.
“I’m not.” You finally admit it to him. Outside you’re still, but inside you are trembling greater than any earthquake. “But I’ve spent years hiding parts of myself from you. From everyone. Hiding my fear comes naturally to me at this point.”
“Talk about being a phoenix, Phoenix,” he jokes.
There he is. There’s your Eddie.
You pull him down onto the bed with you then, foreheads touching.
He continues to gaze into your eyes like you’re both teens high on Lover’s Lake again. Only this time, there are no giggles shared because something is just too funny. Only light touches along each other’s scars occasionally and silence.
He hates driving from Indiana to Wisconsin in the middle of the fucking night.
He just couldn’t wait.
You begged him to wait until the morning as he suddenly stood up and started getting dressed, to drive when you’ve both had some sleep so you can properly explain things to him and guide him there. But he didn’t want to wait, so as you were falling asleep, you told him to wake you when you hit the border to Wisconsin on 94 (after mumbling some other directions about Chicago because you knew he could get there).
He does listen when you tell him you will not be buying him cigarettes when he stops to get gas because he knows you hate that shit and you are literally on the way to take him to meet his fucking kid. And he appreciates the way you reach across and press your hand into his forearm for as long as you can until you fall back asleep when he gets jittery.
(He buys cigarettes anyway when you are asleep the second time he has to stop).
(You throw them out the window when he isn’t looking when you spot them in the cupholder a few hours later).
He listens again when you guide him through miles and miles and miles of land in Wisconsin until he reaches a city larger than Hawkins but still relatively small along a series of lakes. Far north, too. Therefore cold most of the year.
Which, considering how often you complain when his cold hands touch any part of you, is surprising.
“Here,” you eventually tell him, pointing out a house amongst a neighborhood full of them.
An actual house.
“Here?”
Eddie is skeptical. A normal-looking two-story suburban house with a yard and a porch and a vibrant blue door and matching garage is where you’ve been hiding?
“I know. Point is to look normal. Like anybody and everybody else. Just park here.”
So he does, pulling his truck up along the curb in front of your house.
Your house.
Yours.
He’s just a stranger here.
Just a stranger in this new life you’ve built.
He doesn’t get out when you do.
He just sits, gripping the steering wheel, staring at the blue door and faded green shutters and kind of dirty off-white paint and yard with a bike in the middle that you frustratedly pick up and lean against the porch. And god, the house has a porch that looks weathered but stable and has flower pots on it and is screened-in and actual furniture instead of a worn-out couch that should have been tossed a decade ago.
It’s all he ever wanted for any kid he imagined and then some and he isn’t even part of it.
“Hey. Eddie. Are you coming or not?” You shout when you reach the said porch, breaking him from his reverie.
Fuck. He shouldn’t be so scared. But he is, and he hates it.
He gets out with a heavy exhale and makes his way toward you. His heart beats louder with every step, hands shaking so hard he has to grab his jeans to keep them steady.
You reach out and press your hand to his chest when he reaches you, trying to calm his shaking. “It’s going to be okay, Eddie.”
“What if she hates me?” Eddie asks, voice quivering. “Because I wasn’t here?”
“She knows it isn’t your fault.”
“And if I don’t live up to her expectations? I’ve changed.” He backs up from you, panic setting fully in. “I’m not who you remember and definitely not who you’ve romanticized in your stories to her, Phoenix. I’m just some guy who couldn’t move on from a town that wanted him dead and fucking ran from almost every fight he was in and is frankly a shitty person and a—”
“Eddie. Hey, Eddie.” He freezes his pacing and looks at you again. You, who is leaning up against the entrance of the opened porch door, hands tucked in pockets as you try to comfort him with your smile. The smile you didn’t even show him until over a month into knowing him. Your smile is so hard to pull from you, so seeing it like this - leaning up against your home to comfort him hits his heart differently. “She just wants to meet you finally. No matter what that means, okay? You can’t possibly disappoint her. Not after everything. Trust me.”
“But what if —”
“We will figure it out then. Okay? No matter what if.”
Just as you promised him. You’ll always figure it out with him. You promised him that so many times.
He nods.
You turn, pushing the screen door further open, so Eddie has time to grab it while you go and unlock the front door.
The first thing that greets him is not a kid, however. It’s a dog that weaves its way around your legs and straight to him, nudging its very wet snout into his hand.
“Quicks, inside.”
Before Eddie can even fully process the feeling of a wet, cold dog nose on his hand, the dog is retreating back through the door.
“You have a dog?” He asks, confused. The dog is trotting off far into the house before Eddie can take a good look at it.
It’s not that you hated dogs or cats, but you just never seemed fond of the idea of owning either.
You shrug as you finally step inside, gesturing for Eddie to follow. “Yeah. Hard to say no to your eyes, especially when they do the baby-cow thing.”
His heart drops a little at that. She must really have his eyes then.
But curiosity pulls him back. “Named… Quicks?”
“Named Quicksilver. Who Ronnie tried to nickname Quickie. But I, uh, shut that down pretty fast.”
Eddie smiles. Yeah. That’s his kid.
He shuffles all the way in so you can shut the door.
It looks so normal. A room to the left filled with what looks to be an office of some kind, a room to the right that looks to be part of just one big room on that side of the house. He steps on something as he moves to continue looking, and a soft snap causes both of you to freeze.
While you just look down, kicking his foot out of the way, Eddie can’t help but worry he broke something important. What a great way to introduce himself to his kid.
“I keep telling her to stop leaving her pencils everywhere,” you mutter, picking up the now cracked dark blue alongside the handful of others. “They keep snapping because they keep getting stepped on.”
It’s so parently. Has such an adult kick to it. He smiles at that. He kind of hates that he missed watching you change into that person, however. Ten years ago, you would have chucked a fucking baseball at his head for saying something stupid. Now you’re groaning in frustration as you gather up colored pencils and tell him to take off his boots.
“So, where is she?” He nervously asks as he follows you past the stairs and through a narrow hallway.
The hallway is covered in paintings and drawings instead of portraits like he’s seen at others’ houses. He knows some are yours for certain - knows your style - but others he can’t quite tell who they were done by.
“She has lacrosse practice right now,” you explain as you both enter the kitchen. Eddie can’t help but scrunch his nose. “I know. An athlete. She plays hockey too. But she’ll be back in a few minutes. It’s actually a good thing we got here when she was gone. Gives you time to breathe since you look like you’re about to pass out.”
Yeah. He is.
“Please tell me she isn’t just an athlete.”
You smile at that. Of all the things. “She’s also an artist if you couldn’t tell by the colored pencil fiasco. And she does play guitar. I think the sports thing is gonna get kicked soon. Mostly because she is gonna get kicked from them soon.” You pick up another few colored pencils from the counter and table, grumbling to yourself as you do so. “Hold on.”
You disappear into what Eddie assumes is the basement, leaving him to look around.
This definitely isn’t the way he would decorate a house. Nor would he think you would, either. But he could see your dad, that doctor, whoever, doing something like this. It’s just too clean, even though it is clearly lived in. Too pale blue and pale yellow too.
He can’t help but wander up to the fridge - the only place he’s seen actual photos so far.
On the fridge are a handful of photos. Mostly of Ronnie.
Mostly of Ronnie alone.
None of you and her when she’s a baby or a toddler or a young kid. Just alone. And with strange backgrounds. Just plain cement or what looks like military bases. If she is with people, it’s people he doesn’t recognize. Or she is with other kids. Except a few with that agent who handed him the box of your stuff. Those he does recognize.
Of course she knew.
But not even any with your dad, really.
The ones with you and your dad look recent. Look like they could have been taken on the same day as the one you handed to him.
And the few with the dog - a whippet, if Eddie remembers his breeds correctly. A gray whippet that, of course, was named Quicksilver. Because what else would a kid name a fast, silver dog?
Who, in a holiday photo, has been shoved into the ugliest Christmas sweater he thinks he has ever seen. But Ronnie is smiling as she leans next to the patiently sitting pup, who somehow doesn’t look distressed, considering the situation he has been shoved in to.
Eddie feels the wet nose against his hand again.
“You must really love Ronnie, huh?” Quicks’ ears perk up. “Oh. Ronnie. You know her name. Well, you must really fucking love her then.”
“You have no idea.”
Eddie looks up. You’re holding a portfolio binder in your arms - a large one - and shutting the door behind you with your foot.
“He’s actually normally at practice with her. Just sits there, but still. Don’t know what he’s doing at home. He’s only here when she’s going somewhere he can’t be - which is school, really. Must’ve been worried about me.” You pause as you stop in front of Eddie. “Well, Ronnie was probably worried about me, so he got worried and wanted to wait.”
“What did you tell her you were doing?”
“I said I had a doctor’s appointment. I’ve had to go well out of town for a few, so it isn’t unbelievable. But she gets the gut feelings like I do. She had to know something was different.”
Eddie smiles. “Like parent like kid?”
You smile back. Such a simple thing for him to say, and your heart is skipping beats over it. “Something like that.”
“Why do all of these look so recent?” Eddie asks, nodding towards the fridge. “Like the ones with you?”
“Like I tried to explain, we’ve only been really living normal lives for like a year. The rest of the time, it’s been… well, for her, strange. But almost no more strange than what any military kid goes through. But for me.” You pause, and a sad, soft laugh leaves your lips. “And my dad, it’s been pretty fucking awful.”
Eddie doesn’t like the way your voice cracks at the end. More than that. He hates it.
Before he can ask more, however, you are thrusting the portfolio towards him.
“Here. Some of her art.”
He takes the portfolio from you. He’s seen enough of yours to know how meticulously you like to preserve certain pieces; how much care you put into placing them into archival protectors and sealing them shut (in ways that can be opened, of course).
“Some of my favorites she didn’t want hanging up anywhere.”
Eddie flips it open. It opens to a landscape. One he is quite familiar with.
Well, at least he is in his mind.
If he didn’t know better, he’d say it was some elaborate painting of some foreign, forested place in the mountains with a castle nestled within. Maybe a painting of some old fairytale.
But he does know better. It’s Rivendell.
The tiny illustrated label card in Elvish helps.
He can feel his heart swelling with love. She’s a goddamn nerd. Not just a comic book nerd, as evident by a gray whippet named Quicksilver, but a full-blown nerd.
“She’s amazing.”
“She had a lot of time to kill. Like I used to.”
Eddie tears his eyes away from the landscape he only ever fantasized of to find your eyes staring far off, despite them being right on him.
“What… what exactly happened to her? And you?”
Your focus returns to him, but it is still hazy. He can tell your mind is still somewhere else. Scratch that. Some time else.
“Do you think you could sit and listen to me for a few hours later tonight? I will explain everything. Beginning to end. You just need to listen.”
“I’ll try.”
You nod and head to the fridge.
He keeps going through the stack of drawings, one by one. Renditions of DnD monsters or characters, landscapes (both real and fantasy), portraits of you, of ‘grandpa’, that damn dog, and even one of him that he pauses on.
It’s from the polaroid of him you kept in your wallet. Your wallet was there in your apartment. This photo wasn’t.
It was on you. With you this whole time.
And your daughter took it and drew him from it in uncanny detail.
From a polaroid no more than a few inches by a few inches, she drew a nearly foot-and-a-half by two-foot portrait in full color. He wants to be impressed, but he also can’t help but think back to all the times you drew things from almost nothing. He showed you a photo of his mother once, the only one he had, and a week later, you handed him a painting of her and him when he was maybe five, despite him never showing you a photo of him that young. You had just muttered out that you guessed.
He’s starting to wonder what precisely those experiments were. He was told they weren’t psychic in any way, nothing like what Eleven went through, but what you created for him and what he is staring at requires some degree of psychic powers to achieve. To know a moment you were never in takes knowledge only a psychic would be able to obtain.
He is so absorbed in thought and wonder that he misses the sound of the front door opening, even when the distinct and loud thunk of Ronnie’s duffel bag can be heard seconds later.
It’s your voice that breaks him from his trance.
“How was practice, princess?”
Eddie looks up from the drawing of him.
From the shadows of the hall races the girl from the photo.
Only real.
“It was good!”
She stops dead in her tracks. Normally she’d be leaping to her spot at the counter, chugging the drink you or grandpa set out for her. The one she hates but you both insist is good for her. But instead, she just stares at the man leaning against the counter.
The photo didn’t do her justice.
Her hair is braided back, but lacrosse has brought some of the curls and frizz to the forefront, wild dark brown tufts of hair sticking out in strange directions. Wide, brown eyes are staring right back at Eddie as if he is looking at a mirror.
“Hard to say no to your eyes, especially when they do the baby-cow thing.”
Yeah. He’s inclined to agree even if they are technically his eyes. They are hard to say no to. And she isn’t asking anything of you.
She shares so much more with you, Eddie acknowledges, but if you simply showed up with her on his doorstep, he would know. He would know that she was his without a singular doubt in his mind. There is no mistaking his own eyes, his own hair.
“She broke a girl’s nose. On accident, of course,” Sam adds, shuffling around Ronnie so he can head outside before the realization really hits.
“Was it Kelly’s?” When your daughter doesn’t respond to tell you all about the nose she broke, you turn to see what’s going on.
And you smile.
Then, without holding back, she runs right to him and practically jumps onto him. She’s stared at that polaroid enough to know exactly what he looks like, even with his short hair.
Eddie is stunned as her arms fling around him. The first real hug he got in nearly five years was last night and from you. The second is right here, right now. Given to him by his daughter.
His.
His daughter.
He relaxes into her grip. He loves the feeling of this kid’s arms around him, squeezing him half to death. His kid’s arms around him. He could get used to this.
“Mommy said she was gonna bring us home one day. But she brought you home instead.”
His arms finally wrap around her, squeezing her just as tightly back.
It’s a strange feeling. One he only occasionally dreamed of years ago. One that would sometimes come to him when the would see parents with their kids at work or in the store, and he couldn’t help but wonder what life would be like if you had made it back and made it back alive. He wasn’t even sure you would even really want kids despite you saying so, given your even stronger reservation than him to bring up your childhood.
But it builds in his chest and heart first; slowly pouring out from there. It reaches his throat next, and his breath catches hard. A hiccup escapes his mouth. Tears are the next thing to come, falling faster than they did last night.
Fuck if he doesn’t love the feeling of crying, though.
“Yeah,” he chokes out, already borderline blubbering. “I’m here. ‘M here, princess.”
Ronnie doesn’t wait for him to cry it out. She doesn’t even cry. No. She leans back in his grip and immediately begins to talk faster than he ever has.
Eddie just keeps crying, brows stitching together in confusion and shock as she does.
She just doesn’t stop. Ceaselessly beginning to talk about everything and anything she can and slowly pulling out of the hug, but moving her right hand into his left as she does so. Even tugs a little like she might start bringing him somewhere.
He lets her.
He’d let her do anything she wants. She’s already got him wrapped around her finger.
“Ronnie, sweetheart,” you interrupt, and both of them turn to you. You’re smiling, happy as hell, but you know Eddie. And know how he is when he’s overwhelmed. Sure, he’s crying because he’s happy, but you can see the tremble of his system overloading. “How about you go get changed? He’ll still be here when you aren’t covered in grass and sweat.”
“But mom, he—”
“Veronica.”
“Mom, I have —”
“Veronica Andrea Munson. Go change.”
“I will be right back. Quicks, come on.”
Seems she too knows the threat of a full name from you.
She leaves with one last squeeze, the dog sticking close to her side.
Eddie is stiller than a statue as she goes because at least statues vibrate with the air and ground beneath them. He seems to be completely out of time and space. Eyes distant just as yours were earlier.
You reach out to him, hand barely grazing along the non-scared side of his face. “Eddie? Are you okay?”
“I love you,” he blurts out. “I love you. And I love her. She’s so amazing. I know it already. I just wish I was here and I —”
“I wish so too. I wish we were never apart. But that wasn’t up to either of us.” You grip his shoulders tight. He lets out a heavy breath, and his body relaxes. “I sometimes think about that day. Think about what would have happened if I hadn’t left. But I know I would have just been forced to leave instead of going voluntarily.” You press your forehead to his. “And you’re here now, yeah? She’s going to go get changed, and then you can listen to everything she has to say. Because it is… a lot. And she will not stop until she has said her peace.”
A lot is an understatement. He didn’t think anyone could talk so much for so long, and he was a DM for 6 years.
It begins with her dragging him to her room.
Which feels like someone took his room and let an Easter Bunny vomit all over it. The walls are a pastel green, a color he would never even think of painting a wall, but covered in band posters and drawings and photos. Her sheets are pale purple and pink and if it wasn’t his kid’s room, he knows he wouldn’t be able to stop the teasing about the color palette - completed by pale yellow curtains. There’s even a baby blue guitar hung up on the wall, out of reach from danger but low enough for Ronnie to still grab.
But if Ronnie sees his face of concern over her color choices, she ignores it and just drags him right to her bed so she can talk and show him all sorts of things.
He hangs onto every word, despite half of them not even making sense (which leads to a lot of ‘it will make sense later’s from you. A lot.).
She also divulges some… strange secrets, which have him raising his eyebrows. Like her admitting her birth certificate says she was born in Hawkins despite her never even having crossed into Indiana.
She shows off even more drawings and a trophy her hockey team won during the winter and her ‘best new player’ award and everything under the sun she can think of to show him in her room, including a tour of the band posters. Which he knows, of course, but listening to her explain Nirvana in disturbingly accurate detail and alongside her favorite songs is worth it.
“Mom said you play guitar too?” She eventually asks, grabbing her guitar from its spot.
Eddie looks down at the pale blue guitar she is holding. Then he glances to you, where you sit in some beanbag chair in the corner of the room, petting the dog.
“Yeah. I used to. I… I don’t really anymore.”
“Oh. Well, why not?”
"The last time I did it I almost got killed by demonic bats in an alternate dimension,” doesn’t seem like the best response. “Also, my guitar still fell victim to the quake there was, and I couldn’t bring myself to buy a new one.”
“Just didn’t have the time.”
“You should have plenty of time now, then!” She gleefully responds. “And I can help you remember anything you may have forgotten.
After that, she plays him some songs she’s learned.
Then she goes right back to talking.
She talks until dinner, through dinner, after dinner, during everything she does, up until she is almost too tired to do so. At which point you had put a stop to it, telling her she could finish all her storytelling for the next day. That it is time to shower and time to go to bed.
At which point she throws the most dramatic fit. Not a screaming and crying fit. But she groans and sighs and acts like you’ve sent her to her death and even turns to him for backup. Her eyes doing the baby-cow thing.
Which has him grinning and also feeling very, very weak. Day one, and she already wants dad to play good cop.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” you whisper.
He knows your threat is true. It doesn’t even need to be complete.
“I’ll be here in the morning, princess,” he chooses to respond. “You can finish all your stories then. And I will even share some of my own.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
She keeps her arms crossed as she considers his proposal. “Okay. But you also have to tell me a bedtime story.”
“I think we have a deal, princess.”
Your dad comes in first to say goodnight and tuck her in. Quicksilver is already curled up at her feet, a teddy bear near identical to the one he won you eleven years ago clutched in her arms. This one is not covered in blood stains and hand-stitched together after being shot, however.
Then you come in and wish her a goodnight, telling her to enjoy the story dad’s going to tell her.
Dad.
Yeah. Eddie’s heart flutters at you calling him dad.
“Don’t take too long. She needs to sleep,” you whisper on your way out, pausing to give him a quick peck.
“Will do, mama.”
You pause, trying to hold back your grin.
Eddie then enters his daughter’s room to see her patting a spot by her head, already half-asleep. He takes her silent direction and sits down, feeling his heart beat out of time as she leans to rest her head on his stomach.
“You comfortable there?”
He can feel her smile on his skin, which warms him more than just seeing it.
“Very.”
“Any requests, princess?”
“No.”
That surprises him. For spending hours talking and demanding, it’s weird seeing her so subdued suddenly. His eyes catch a far too familiar bottle of pills as they flick around for inspiration. He’s seen those on your bedside the entire time he’s known you and questions about them were always left unanswered.
Must be about those experiments or something.
“How about I tell you all about…”
By the time he is finished, only a half hour later, which is extremely short for him, he is surprised to find Ronnie not quite asleep. Getting there - evident by her breathing and loosening grip, but not quite there.
“You’re much better at storytelling than mommy,” Ronnie mumbles.
Eddie tilts his head to look down at his sleepy daughter, hand gently running along the braid it’s been put back in to. Just like you always told him to do for sleep. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Mommy is kinda boring.”
Eddie smiles. “Don’t tell them that.”
“They know. Apologizes for it. Says they wish they were like you.”
“Well, I’m here now to tell you all the stories you want.”
“‘Nother tomorrow?”
“Another every night, princess.”
He presses a kiss to her forehead. Quick and gentle, and over top her bangs, but still, a kiss nonetheless. The first kiss he has ever given his daughter in her nearly ten years of life.
He can’t stop the swell of sadness that fills his chest when he realizes that, and he hates it. Nearly ten years of her life went without him. He would have been here, after a mini heart attack anyway, if he had known.
Before he can break into tears, he gently moves her head to rest on her pillow rather than his chest and stands up. His legs carry him quickly to the door. He needs to get out before he starts sobbing again.
“Daddy?”
He freezes. “Yes, princess?”
“You did’n’ say night.”
“Oh.”
Ten years without a proper goodnight from him, too. Ten years. Like that doesn’t make his heart hurt more.
“’S okay. You didn’t know. Goes like this.”
Eddie hates the conversation you have with him after Ronnie has fallen asleep. The hours of explaining Hawkins Lab, the capture in Nevada, the torture, how they found out you were pregnant before you knew and used it against you, used Ronnie against you. He only found relief in knowing that she was left out of it all. She was still raised as normally as possible. They still let you have her and hold her and tell her stories and do normal parent things. But there was always this looming threat and this thought that you were speaking to her in code or that the stories had a double meaning and weeks when you would ‘be leaving to do something for work’.
And other terrible, terrible things. Things she has no idea about and hopefully never will.
He wonders why she never shuts up then, though, if she was raised in such a situation. It isn’t entirely genetic.
“Because they encouraged her. Hoping something would spill out. And now I have a child I have to pick up from school at least once a week because the CIA thought it would be a wonderful fucking idea to let her never shut the fuck up and teach her an attitude at the same time. And you, my dear.” You poke his chest. “You provided her with the perfect genetic blueprint to do so.”
He doesn’t love that she was basically raised by some of the scummiest people on the face of the earth. But he does appreciate that his child is more chaotic than him. And that you, sweet, nearly failed freshman English because it had a public speaking component you, now suffer through dealing with her.
He takes you up on the offer to shower together. He is hesitant about having sex, but he so badly wants to hold you, feel you again. You can tell, and without a single word assure him you too just want to feel him again.
So he gets under the warm water with you. Where he gets to really, truly look at you in all your scarred glory and you get to do the same to him. He can’t stop himself from touching the worst of the scars - the places where wounds were forced to not heal - and you simply let him.
Eddie’s touch is better than any other.
“Can you… can you wash my hair?” He nervously stutters out.
“Turn.”
He does.
He loves the feeling of your fingers gently massaging his scalp. He missed little things like this. The things that weren’t big or overly romantic or sexual. Just your fingers running through his hair with this near scentless shampoo is something he missed more than any sexual act he could possibly think of.
He doesn’t realize he’s crying until you ask if he’s okay.
“Yeah,” he chokes out. “Just… just really, really missed you. And this. Your touch. You know?”
“Yeah.” You press a kiss to his shoulder. “I do.”
He loves being able to wash you as well once you finish him. Gently running along your curves and planes. He may have done so not long ago, but that felt different. Methodical. The water and soap allows his fingers to glide over your skin however he pleases, digging into some spots and ghosting over others. He has missed this too.
“I’ve missed your touch too, Eds,” you mutter out when you stop his hand on the c-section scar. “And I wish I had you with me.”
He mimics your earlier action, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I wish you had me with you too.”
After the shower, you tell him to put his clothes in the laundry basket as you should have a few things that fit.
“These should fit. Unless you’ve suddenly grown or shrunk an insane amount.”
He takes the clothes from you - a fading shirt, new sweatpants and boxers - and cannot stop the heavy feeling in his chest.
“These will work.” He looks back to you. “Keeping someone else around?”
It’s half a joke, half not. He wants to be lighthearted in the event you have seen anyone else in your time apart. It would be reasonable, understandable. Being alone is hard. Still, he doesn’t really want to know.
“No.” You shift your weight back and forth. “I got them for if… when I finally got the courage to find you and speak to you.”
Eddie nods and rubs the worn Nirvana shirt between his fingers. Ronnie really, really likes Nirvana, he mentally scoffs. She’s not even ten.
A sniff alerts him back to you.
To you, already bordering sobbing on the bed.
“Phoenix. Hey. What’s wrong?”
“I just…” You play with the fraying bottom of your robe. “I was just so worried that I would come to you and you would be moved on. I wouldn’t have blamed you, and it’s what I would want you to do. But it still terrified me. Because I had spent years hoping, praying to anything that might exist that I could see you again one day and hug and kiss you and if you had moved on and I had just come back with a fucking kid and either ruined your new life or got rejected… either way…”
“Move on? From you? From the person who I shared everything with? From the person I loved first and last?” Eddie brushes his thumb along your cheek, brushing away a tear that has fallen. “Never. I could never.”
“If I was really dead, I hope you could.”
“Maybe. But receiving your jacket and no real answers wasn’t good enough. Couldn’t move on from that.”
You hum, leaning further into his touch.
Eddie loves crawling into bed with you for the first time in ten years and actually feeling comfortable with it. He loves the way you snuggle into his chest and press a kiss to his clavicle.
The way you whisper goodnight to him, assure him you’ll still be here when the sun comes up, still fit so perfectly with him. The way he falls asleep so easily for the first time since that night, dozing off with only minimal panic in his brain.
Eddie loves the way the morning light filters into the bedroom. It hits your face just right, highlighting your cheeks and nose and lips and all the things he has been missing.
The sun is also filtering onto Ronnie, who he didn’t notice coming in last night. The braid is almost entirely ruined - her hair being naturally unruly like his, despite it being taken care of better than his ever was. She apparently sleeps with her mouth slightly agape, like you swear he does (and even have picture proof of, but Eddie still denies it).
“You’re staring.”
He looks back to you to see your eyes now open, lips pulled into the tiniest of smiles.
“Can you blame me?”
You shake your head. “No. I’ve stared a few times in the night too.”
His thumb runs along your cheek. “I think that was the first time I actually slept through the night in a long time.”
“I still haven’t made it.” You adjust your head to be closer to Eddie without waking Ronnie. “But I’ll get there.”
“I could get used to this.”
That draws a soft laugh from you. “You better. I don’t plan on letting you go.”
Eddie smiles. He doesn’t plan on letting you go either. “But we’re not actually going to stay in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin, right?”
“Sh.” You close your eyes and pause. “Too early to think about that. But where would you want to go?”
“California seems nice. New York even.”
You reopen your eyes. The morning sun has moved just enough for it to hit them just right, their color sparkling in the golden sun. “California or New York, huh?”
“Yeah. But I’ll go anywhere with you, Phoenix. And Ronnie. But the dog…”
You roll your eyes. “California or New York sounds good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You stretch over the child sleeping between you two and press a kiss to his lips. “Mm. Morning breathe.”
His lips stay just barely pressed against yours. “You love it, don’t deny it.”
“I do.”
And you kiss him again.
Ronnie shifts in what you think is her sleep until she is literally shoving you and Eddie apart.
“Gross,” she sleepily mutters. “Didn’t want him just so you could smooch him over me.”
You laugh at her comment. “You jealous, princess? Cause I got plenty of smooches left for you.”
She tries to shield her face before your lips can reach her cheeks, but it’s too late. You’ve already begun assaulting her with pecks all over.
“Eddie, babe, you gotta help me out here!”
He just stares. With the goofiest and happiest grin you’ve ever seen him have, he just stares.
And though he’s already said it many times over the past day and some odd hours to both of you, he says it again.
“I love you. Both of you.”
You pause your attack and smile.
He means it wholeheartedly. He loves you and Ronnie and another thousand things he could spend days listing off.
So many things that maybe hating life while stuck in Hawkins for ten years was worth it.
No, not maybe.
Definitely.
Final note: Ack, anyway. Not sure how I feel about this.
#Eddie Munson x reader#dad!eddie munson#Eddie Munson x fem!reader#Eddie Munson x gender neutral! reader#Eddie Munson imagine#Eddie munson fic#Eddie Munson oneshot#Eddie Munson angst#Eddie Munson fluff#anyway sad Eddie Munson to happy Eddie Munson hours
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Dad!Eddie Munson Recommendations
Series
Baby parker series…by @dylanmunson
the munson’s series by @elliewlums
Beth | Dad!Eddie Munson series by @farfromharry
ozzie jo & co. by @honeybee-reverie
Masterlist of Dad!Eddie and Single!Dad Eddie by @honeystwiggypeach
Masterlist of Dad!Eddie by @ladyfluff
Rosie Series by @latenightsimping
Parent Trap Series by @skyfall8600
the pain of letting you go series by @strangermarvelss
Dad!Eddie Series by @sweetyyhippyy
One-shots
A-L and M-Z
little monster by @manicformunson
@rainylana’s works
"I'm gonna kill you Wheeler"
"Dumplin?"
baking a cake for eddie with your daughter by @redangelrosie
Beth by @redheadspark
Sweet Child O’Mine by @sav7689
Nicknames by @siempre-bucky
hellfire baby by @sushihousebread
eddie and the reader have been wanting a baby by @thefreakymunson
Baby Munson , part two by @webslinger-holland
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Have you got any recs for other blogs that write for stranger things? (They can be multifandom blogs or not, I don’t mind)
ooooh well i'm sure a lot of these authors are ones you've already found but here's a handful off the top of my head! this isn't near as many as i read and love, but i think i'd break tumblr if i tried to recommend every lovely author on here :')
@luveline @indouloureux @h4rring1on @appocalipse @eddiebaghetti @gettingrailedbyreid @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @thefreakymunson @munsonsprettygirl
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@thefreakymunson apparently! Isn’t that cuuute
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tag 10 people you want to get to know better!
tagged by @eddieeddiemunmun you’re amazing ily🖤
relationship status: happily married to an amazing man that i’m so lucky to have found
favorite color: black🖤
favorite food: french fries (really any type of potato)
song stuck in my head: Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N’ Roses
last thing you googled: “what is Schmidt’s first name on New Girl” lmao (it’s Winston btw. i was shocked)
time: 2:11 PM
dream trip: probably Ireland. don’t really think about it much because trips don’t really seem like they’re in the cards for us lol
last book you read: “bumpin’ The Modern Guide to Pregnancy” (yep i’m actually 7 months pregnant surprise)
last book you enjoyed reading: “Little Fires Everywhere” by Celeste Ng
last book you hated reading: hmmm in high school, I couldn’t bring myself to finish the “Scarlett Letter” but that was more because I was being forced to read it instead of choosing to do so myself
bonus!
favorite to cook/bake: i love to bake chocolate chip cookies with my husband
favorite craft to do in your free time: i used to consider myself a crafty person and now i have no hobbies :( but i love to dye my hair so i’m just gonna say that
most niche dislike: (really not sure if this is what it means) but i get so heated around overly religious people who try to force their beliefs down your throat. i want everyone to be entitled to their own views and i won’t start a problem with someone even though i’m fully against what they believe, i just don’t need them trying to tell me what i should think or that i’m going to “be punished” or i “should be ashamed” of my views. it’s all so ignorant to me.
opinion on circus(es): i love the whole aesthetic of it. i hope all circuses are treating the animals properly even though i know that’s unlikely. i really don’t like clowns though (except weirdly enough i can watch horror movie clowns no problem but real circus clowns are a no go)
do you have a sense of direction: nope not one bit. my husband has to drive me around anywhere and if i’m driving and am expected to turn, i need to be told about 20 times before it actually comes
tagging: @munsonsbbyg @eddies-guitar-pick @eddiemunsonssoulmate @eddiemunsn @welcome-to-hellfire @sophia-busch @eddie-munsson @stranger-nightmare @strangerthings64 @thefreakymunson
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