#he's my real life eddie 😂🖤

[munsons-maiden]

Yes um hi, question: why does your hubby look like young David Tenant? And where can I get one of these?

If a delightfully unhinged geeky extrovert tries to adopt you, let him ☝🏻😂

#he's my real life eddie 😂🖤 #we went to the same school and met because he wanted to prank a friend but it went wrong and he almost broke my nose #and then a few weeks after graduation we met again because we were working at the same summer's job #and there was a coworker night-out (obligatory) #and he stared at me so i just stared back because i was wondering why he kept staring at me so we kinda did this staring contest #afterwards when we were dating he told me he couldn't stop thinking about me because he's never seen such a belligerent stare before 😂 #apart from the almost nose-break we never talked to each other; he's a few years older so we never had any classes together #kiki answers

[bidisasterevankinard]

Oh man, I wanted to request every single one tbh 😂 but if it sparks joy will you write 21 for buddie please? 🖤

Hi, Dj 💙💙💙💙😘😘😘You can ask about as much as you can🫂🫂🫂

Here is Eddie insecure about his scars (btw I have idea for Buck's one. Want to be tagged if I will write it?) My hand is slipped so it's like really angsty, but don't worry Buck takes care about Eddie

…on a place of insecurity. From kiss prompts

show me your scars (so i can love them too)

(oh what it is ? another title I made myself?)

buddie / T / 1085 words

Eddie never was insecure about the way he looks. He knew he was attractive. He knew people would find him hot. Shannon always made comments about how he could easily make a career in modeling or acting just because of his look. The thing that he liked to work out helped too. 

He also had pretty much a lot of things to be insecure about, more meaningful like being a bad son, not mature enough, not masculine enough, not a good husband, awful dad, and so on. So Eddie never felt insecure about his body.  

Until one day, a month after he was shot on the street in LA, he looks in the mirror and sees two very similar scars on the shoulders from bullets. And he knows on his back he had another two. It makes him run away from the mirror and throw up everything that Buck made him eat in the morning. He looks awful, disgusting, but most importantly weak. He’s just so weak. Can't even protect himself, let alone protect his family. By a miracle, Buck was not injured that day.

Eddie doesn't understand how Buck can still be around, and look at him as before, when Eddie literally wears evidence of his worthlessness on his skin. All the things his parents told him. He drags Chris and Buck with him into the darkness. 

Eddie continues to sit by the toilet, trying to calm his breathing, beginning to doubt that it is knocked down only because of vomiting. He doesn't hear Buck coming home and going into the room looking for him, but he hears Buck coming through the door, which he left open when brushing his teeth in front of the mirror.

“Hey, are you Ok? You need something?” the gentle but very worried voice of his boyfriend comes to Eddie and he tries to stop the tears, but loses the fight and feels like tracks of tears are rushing down his cheeks, and there are real oceans in his eyes. 

He sits down leaning into the bathroom, pulling his knees up his chest, and trying to hide. He wants to run away so far to hide all the pain and self-hatred that is in him from the best person in his life. A man who loves him, but Eddie doesn't want Buck to see him like this, he doesn't want Buck to be disappointed in him and leave.

But Buck just sits with him and lets him cry as much as he can, hugging him tight. They sit like that in silence, Eddie cries his eyes out, and Buck hugs him. When Eddie is done, he gets to his feet and washes his face with cold water, feeling the look of Buck, who also got up and stands behind him, but he is afraid to approach, touch, to do something wrong. Eddie hates himself a little for upsetting Buck.

“Will you tell me now what’s wrong? Is that something with your shoulder? Your doctors called you? Something is wrong?” Buck plies him with questions as soon as Eddie turns to face him.

“Nothing is wrong, Buck,” Eddie hopes that's enough. He can't and won't tell the truth, the truth will push Buck away, show how much he deserves more than Eddie, and Eddie egotistically wants Buck to be only his.

“People don't have breakdowns in bathrooms when nothing is wrong,” Buck says and Eddie puts up with the fact that he won't back down. After all, it's Buck. He never gives up. That's why Eddie loves him, but now he really hates this trait of his partner a little. 

“Please, Eds, tell me what’s wrong. We had a good morning together, all three of us. I took Chris to school and when I came back home you were crying near the toilet. It makes me scared, babe, please,” Eddie sees how blue eyes are getting red and wet and breaks.

“I saw my scars. From Afghanistan and from the sniper. They are almost identical. Four scars from two bullets which makes me feel sick because I was so fucking weak. I look weak. I’m weak. And look disgusting.”

“Don’t say that,” Eddie tries to stop Buck and his attempt to calm him down. “No, shut up, it’s my turn to talk. Your scars are not disgusting. They don’t show your weakness. They show what …” Buck is crying and his breathing is erratic, but he continues.

“They show that you two times were so close to dying because people are awful and like violence. They show a little boy who was too young to be in the army but he tried his best to support his family and a still young man who cared about the little boy he met once too much to come to rescue him. They show that you were so fucking strong and two times fight death to come back to life. This one,” Buck points to his shoulder, which still has a fresh scar from a sniper's bullet, a scar that Buck saw how was inflicted, “this one shows that you fought to come back home to me. And that I was fast enough to save you. Don’t say they are disgusting,” Buck walks up to him and looking into his eye leaves an insanely tender kiss right on the scar. 

“Don’t call yourself disgusting,” another kiss. “Or weak,” another kiss. “Because you’re not. You’re not. Please believe me you’re not,” more kisses around his scar.

Buck then joins their foreheads and gives Eddie the right to decide what he wants to do next. Eddie hugs him tight and tries to convince himself that Buck's words are true. Maybe he needs help. Hell, he probably needs therapy, but he's willing to do it if it lets him one day see his scars the same way Buck sees them.

A year later, sitting on the beach on their honeymoon, Eddie takes off a T-shirt that hides his shoulders. He is proud to know that he has scars from the time when he fought for his family as best he could. But he feels even more proud of the scratches from Buck's nails all over his back. He wants them all to be seen and envied. And well, Buck blushes so sweetly every time he looks up to look at them. Eddie can't wait to get back to the room. In the end, you can sunbathe in LA. That's not what he's on his honeymoon for.

#it will be on ao3 as soon as it works #my fics #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #911 #911 abc

[ghost-proofbaby]

Congrats on 1k!! 🖤 Absolutely adore your writing!

Request: 💚 Eddie Munson and

I almost picked catastrophic blues but then I remember the heartbreak that was Maroon and I chickened out. 😂

thank you so much!!! <3 my apologies for maroon because that one... whew. also, my apologies because this one did turn out just a little angsty! but it's more of a brief glimpse of hurt/comfort!! i swear!!!! i just wanna hold eddie munson real tight after all the shit he went through.

warnings: mention of eddie's time in the upside down/events of season 4, and vague description his ptsd from it all.

1k celebration - come party with me!

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He promised to always be by your side, and he had meant it. 

It had been a week from Hell. A whirlwind of emotions, of rumors, of terrifying monsters and of grand sacrifice. And when it all came to a head, when he was gripping that make-shift rope of sheets and staring up at a bouncing Dustin Henderson, screaming for him to come on, all he could think about was you.

For a moment, he almost let go of the sheets. He almost made the most damning decision of his life. It would have surely gotten him killed, to have tried to buy more time that, as it turns out, they didn’t need. He probably would have been torn apart, limb by limb, and left to die the unsung hero. 

But then he thought about you. 

He thought about you, the best damn thing to ever happen to him. The person he swore to always come home to. His Sunday mornings, his Tuesday afternoons. His summer fling and winter love. The one person he promised to always be there for. 

He couldn’t do that to you. He just couldn’t. His knuckles had turned white enough to match the filthy sheets, and one brutal tug at a time, he’d lurched himself through the gate, tumbling back into the normal world, a world that had you. 

He’d come home to you. A soldier half his weight now, mind muddled with trauma and memories of monsters he can’t seem to erase, but he’d done it – he’d come home to you. 

The nights were always the worst, when it was all said and done. Terrors would tear him from his sleep. Dreams in which he didn’t climb the rope, in which he’d tried to be a hero despite Harrington’s warning and it had backfired upon him. He saw the haunting image of Chrissy’s face, he saw Patrick’s body floating over the lake. He saw Max, barely hanging on by a thread in her hospital bed, having gotten out of the mess alive by the skin of her teeth. But then he’d wake up, and your face was always the first one he saw in his sudden consciousness. You were always there, ready to hold him and console him for as long as it would take before the sobs trailed off and the trembling finally reduced to a small shake in his hands. 

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he mumbles one night in particular, after a fairly bad nightmare. He felt guilty these days, waking you up in his sweat and panic. He’d tried to convince you to go home, to maybe even let him sleep on the couch whenever Wayne was off at work (because, as it turns out, the world nearly ending doesn’t call for the plant shutting down). 

You would never allow it. Each night, you dragged him to his bed, and you curled up beside him, a glowing warmth against his side that served as a reminder that it’s okay. He survived, the evil was defeated, and he came back to you. 

“Don’t apologize,” you murmur, letting his head rest against your chest, fingertips scratching against his scalp in soothing motions, “I don’t mind. I’ve got you, I’ll keep you safe here with me.” 

The day he had found you after the dreadful events, explaining it all in overwhelming detail as every word spilled from his mouth before he could stop it, you’d clung to him tightly. You’d held him so tightly that for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. 

He’d never needed a hug like that more. He would have let you suffocate him if you wanted to. It would have been worth it, to survive and not die the unsung hero only to go out as a whisper wrapped in your arms. 

The world is quiet outside his bedroom window as you continue to soothe him. Soft traces across his cheeks, lingering kisses pressed into the crown of his head, steady breathing patterns syncing up. The weight of him presses heavy between your legs as he relaxes, and you find your palm smoothing out over his spine, shirt still a bit damp with sweat. 

“Thank you,” he whispers into the darkness. For the first time in a long time, it doesn’t strike fear in him. 

“For what?” 

“For being here. For loving me.” 

He doesn’t see the soft smile that tugs at your lips, curling gently with gratefulness. But he feels the way you hold him a bit closer. 

“Always. I’ll always be here, and I’ll always love you.” 

He may have been the one to make the decision to come home to you, but you were the one to make the decision to stand at his side, sturdy and unmoving as you braved the stormy weather with him. 

A promise to always be by his side, and you meant it.

#1k celebration #thank u ily <3 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson comfort

[trashmouth-richie]

HIH10

Eddie jokes, moving your shoulders into the perfect position he sees fit. “Alright b—Tooty, open your eyes.” 🥹😭🧡

‘Soul on fire and the barricade around his heart completely down, grass growing where they lay now, he is enamored by you. The smell of your hair, how tight you are squeezing him around the back of his neck. Your thighs clutching him. He’s a mess. Melting more than Frosty did on the warmest day of the year.’

He’s never been so hungry for affection in his entire life, and you were feeding him crumbs. Couldn’t you see he was on his knees begging, pleading for more?

‘What the hell would he want to do with you if there were so many other women, better looking, and definitely sexier— ready to be his flavor for the night? Being with Eddie was a joke and you were the punch line— why would a guy like him settle down with someone as vanilla as you?’ TOOTY! NO YOU’RE PERFECT.

He runs a hand through his hair and points back at the door to Benny’s, “I— I’ve never given a shit about any girl I’ve been with.” Okay Mr. Suave, chill.😂😂😂

Eddie had never been jealous of silverware before but he would give his left nut and his guitar away to be that lucky heated spoon for just one minute.

‘Eddie is gripping the counter tighter than an old woman gripping her life alert as she tumbles to the ground.’ LMAOOO NOT A LIFE ALERT LADY!!

Every line is memorized, the color is painted more beautifully than that asshole on tv painting sceneries of birds and rivers. NOT YOU COMING AT BOB😂😭

Placing the cinnamon rolls into the center of the warmed oven, you turn to find him behind you, silver Christmas ornament bulbs hanging from his nipple rings. “Think Walt would hire me to dance on stage for Christmas?” If Walt won’t the coven will.😂🤣

Eddie & Tooty & Wayne celebrating Christmas together? Our beloveds🥹

‘fingers clutching to the silky wrapped handles of the gift bag with Santa’s fat white ass climbing up into a chimney on the front.‘ 🤣🤣

The necklace is heavy, something weighing it down but you can’t be sure what it is, it’s not until you glance at his hands that you notice one of his rings is missing, the chunkiest of them all, the pig head is no longer on his middle finger, but around your neck instead. “There,” he announces in finality, his eyes dip to your lips, the necklace and back to your eyes, “aren’t you just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” <- screaming, rolling on the floor kicking my feet up in the air….. I’m fine. 🥲

Thrashing on his guitar, Eddie starts the tinny opening to Metallica’s Wherever I May Roam, followed by Gareth beating into his drums. One of my all time favorite songs. 🖤

‘the bride is getting a piggyback ride from a balding man you recognize to be wait what? Wayne Munson, reliving his glory days and having the time of his life as her white veil is worn around his head, cigarette hung limply from his thin lips.’ OKAY WAYNE I SEE YOU 👏🏼

“this next one is for the biggest brat, pain in my ass, absolutely the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever known, we haven’t played this song in years, but I know it’s her favorite.” 😍😍😍

*The twins show up* Me: “These bitches…”

“this next one is for the biggest brat, pain in my ass, absolutely the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever known, we haven’t played this song in years, but I know it’s her favorite.” BITCH!!! MAN UP AND ASK HER!

Floating higher to the galaxy he swore he would take you to, tank full of gas, dancing you around in his arms on Saturn’s rings, diving head first into Jupiter’s springs. <- ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!!

GAH DAAAAAMN. I’m screamin’…. Knocked this chapter out of the park! So much fluff followed by a tiny bit of angst and just a smidge of spice 😮‍💨🔥…. When those bimbos showed up 😤 BUT ANYWAY, I’m so excited for next chapter! Our idiots deserve the absolute best! I can’t wait for Eddie to show her how a real man treats his woman. 😍 Obsessed with this story and you!!🧡

B I love you.

HIH 9

I was dying laughing writing Wayne giving the bride a piggyback ride 🤣

#honey im home #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #fic recs #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #stranger things

[hellfire--cult]

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SOOO LONG!! BUT THIS IS SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!! I fucking love Do I Wanna Know?. Got me takes forever to finish it but worth it! You can skip all the way down to bottom 😂

Part one: OH MY GOD. Steve is masterpiece, I would kiss all over his body fuck me. I am sooooo jealous of Barb got a touch lips by Billy! I do wish they could be date together because they’ll be so cute 😭 I DIE IF EDDIE DID TO ME AND, YEAH, I WOULD FAINT TOO!

Part two: Reader is so adorable. I wish Eddie could help me too, I’m not great around guys either. (Panic panic panic) I did laugh when reader yell “I’m sorry” and made Eddie jump, spill coffee. Reader and Robin are perfect best friend, it’s so cute when she told her that she was talking to Eddie, a stripper. JASON? LIKE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT JASON CARVER A STRIPPER?!?! I need to know how Jason end up. I did little mad at Eddie because of Harry Potter, I was like how dare him?! 😂 but it cute that he already knew to make her to look at him. Nice one Eddie. You made me look up to see if black is colour, turn out it wasn’t, I am so mad but Black is my favourite COLOUR!!! I’m going to stick with that 😤🖤.

Part three: i love how eddie help her out at the mall (I wish he was there with her) to help pick out the dress (omg beautiful dress) I can see that Robin and Eddie are going to be great friend. First time to see reader dress took Eddie breath, oh yeah he’s going to falling in love with her. “I like spicy.” Eddie held in the smirk at your words, closing his eyes to not make a dirty joke out of it. had me giggling. I like how Steve and Billy gentler with her and helping her too, I like them. Billy… Billy… that goddamn blue eyes. (Hand fan) I had to look up what is Anchovy pizza look likes and ew. Haha there no way I’m going to eat them, I’m on Steve side.

Part four: I am sooooo proud of reader that she did it! Meet the other guys in eyes and didn’t even stutter! Ah so proud. I love how Robin yelled “Holy shit! GOD BLESS STRIPPERS!” got me laugh. I, Lucille, want taste Steve foods, I definitely want to call him my sexy chief. The touch! The TOUCH!! Billy AND Steve kissed?! I must need to see that! I’m sad that Billy is straight 😂 I kinda want Steve and Billy together. Why is so sexy that Billy help Steve, Eddie helped Billy and Steve helped Eddie that I can imagine them, kiss, touch skin and sexy dancing, my god 🫠 And the kiss!! The Kiss!! THE KISS!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! Had me MELTING. I’m speechless. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 Reader got second kisses from two men in one night! Why can’t that be meeeeee?????? 😭😭

Part five: Austin, oooohhhhh, he likes Harry Potter books, aaahhhhh. I do love Harry Potter, so obsessed and I do have tattoo! (Picture in bottom) Steve spit cheerios out had me laugh, poor Steve! But Poor Eddie. I love Robin taught her to cross her arm and make chest pop. I wish Robin’s my best friend or a real person. And she’s doing a stripper dancing for R! I. Am. So. Jealous. Steve dance for r? My god. BILLY dance for r? OH my god! “Angel” had me sweating and couldn’t breather either. Eddie- Eddie- Eddie- you kill me, you already kill me and I’m dead. I’m going sue you for that. He can take my dollar, no, hundred dollar. “I’ll help you shut your mind off. So… please- please let me make you feel good” o-oh Eddie, please make me feel good. Again… THE KISSING!! (Me: Gif ⬇️) “Feel me” WHY CAN I FEEL THAT?! I NEVER BEEN THAT HORNIEST IN MY LIFE!! I want to give you a handshake for thankfully because that was amazing I ever read. My husband give me the weird look, he asked “why are you so squirming so much?” I actually answered this, “well… Eddie is fingering me” 🤣 I cannot believe you choose Austin Butler and you got that right, I’m going to sue you. I can’t believe you didn’t pick Jamie/Henry! 🤪

Part six: 22.4K? Sweetheart. Darling. Roe. Whyyyyyyyyyyy?????? I have to make that plan to read them on weekend (my only day off) and it wasn’t easy not to read them! he whispered into his ear the same question he asked you before. "Did you have fun last night?" had me screaming! Reader shaved again and the black laced lingerie set? Oooohhhh I can feel spicy coming 🌶️ the date seem went well but then Dustin called. That little shit. 😅 I hope they meet one day and play game together! He make my cheeks hurt so bad from smiling. I love dustin so much! The smut! THE SMUUUUUUUUUT!!!!!! OH MY GOD I WOULD GIVE YOU THE BEST AWARD!! (Me; gif ⬇️) 🏆🏆 my husband gave me the weird look again 🤣

Part seven: ahh it made me so happier for Eddie and reader (love sight). But………. HOW DARE EDDIE?!?! No wait… HOW DARE YOU?!?! How could you do this to meeeeeeee?? 💔 not the purple dress! I’m so scared for her, I don’t want her to come back in shy again 😭 I hope Eddie better explain that

That’s all folks! Wow! This is incredible I ever read. And yeah, I read them each parts while write the reviews. I never done that before 😂 I’m so sad that your taglist is full but I am super looking forward for more and I cannot wait to read more!

My tattoo 💚

Oh wow LOOK AT HOW MUCH YOU WROTE I CANNOT BELIEVE IT

I love all of your feelings throughout the parts, it does make me feel like i did something right 😭❤

Can't believe you wrote your thoughts and feelings for each part, I am still in awe from reading it all! I am really happy that you liked them so much that YOU WROTE THIS MUCH AND YOU MADE ME SMILE SO WIDE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA

LOL YOUR HUSBAND, I had many people tell me that their partners were looking at them weirdly when reading the smut part or the cute parts of them all, AND I DONT BLAME THEM, NOR YOU, BECAUSE EVEN I THE WRITER WAS KICKING MY FEET WHILE WRITING IT

I AM A FAN OF HARRY POTTER MYSELF, and I lovE YOUR TATOO OMG. THE CUP!? THE DEATHLY HALLOWS?! AND THE FUCKING FLOWERS .S.FS.SE.FS

I love it so much and thank you again for this amazing response, it truly brings a smile to my face to know that I am making people feel these things just by my mere writing 💕💕

#roe answers #anD I AM SO HAPPY #DIWK #Do I wanna know

[munson-blurbs]

TUI 13

Ahh the squabbling of children arguing about who is taller, been there many times in my profession. 😂

Sweetheart & Will admiring baby boys art work 🥰 (I was gonna throw hands with Marion if it wasn’t up this time.)

CAROL PERKINS SIT YO ASS DOWN. 😤

He was so excited for his promotion 🥲 Bettering himself for Harris & Mrs. Sweetheart

“It’s pretty damn obvious that you two care for each other. Dare I say, you lo—” “Wayne!” 😏

Carol and Billy, kindly fuck off. 😌

Store manager buggin’ because he accidentally took the flowers. I’ll fight the entire town, line em up. 😂🤣

“the way that anyone could walk by and see you on top of him. Could see you choosing him. The teacher choosing the Freak.”🖤

“You said that we can’t have people seeing that I knocked you up. Why…why wouldn’t you want people knowing that I…?” 😩 No self conscious Eddie, no!!!

“Like, I didn’t give a damn what they said about me back in high school, but now, as an adult, I do?” He takes a deep breath through his mouth. “And I realized…it’s because I never cared about what they thought of me. Not really. But, fuck, I care about what you think of me.” He swallows before stroking your cheek. “I want to be enough for you.” 🥲

“We make each other happy. And if anyone tries to fuck with that, we’ll just…sic Harris on them.”

(Knowing damn well Carol is a character in your story and not real at all) I’ve had it up to HERE with everyone treating our mans like he’s some kind of freak, we’re over high school Carol! Move on! 🤣 Making Eddie AND Sweetheart question their worth?? Nah bitch….. but I love this chapter 😄 Missed our boy Harris, but I’m glad they finally see that neither of them are ashamed of the other and they can move forward with their lives.🖤 (also, sneaking in bkd!eddie?? excited at the thought of having a baby with Sweetheart asap??? you’re killing me Bug 🥲)

B! You know I had to add a ridiculous argument between the kids to keep things realistic.

I wanted this chapter to be angsty, but I didn't want to cause a giant rift between Eddie and Ms. Sweetheart.

Carol is that stereotypical high school bully who never grew up. Her life sucks, so she takes it out on everyone else. Now that Eddie and Ms. Sweetheart know that the other loves cares about them and isn't ashamed of people seeing, it opens up a new layer of vulnerability.

Harris will return in chapter 14, don't you worry! And if you thought Eddie's breeding kink is bad now, wait until future blurbs...

#answered

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Feel free to ignore this but I know you'd understand, so...my inbox is filling with anons making fun of me and calling me a freak for mourning Eddie's death and invalidating my grief which frankly is hilarious because they're definitely in their Jason Carver era without even realizing it 😂 I blocked them all but holy shit, the toxic people have found me at last...

Sorry for the mini-rant, as I said, feel free to ignore but I needed to get this off my chest somewhere where I knew I wouldn't start another round of screaming-and-waving-pitchforks-at-me for grieving 😅

Anyways, thank you for listening and I hope you're having a lovely day/evening🖤

Kiki !!!!

I'm.... oh, what the fuck????

First, let me give you a biiiiiiiiiiig one'a these from Eddie:

Your grief is real. Your grief is valid. Your grief is yours and NO ONE should EVER tell you that your emotions are anything BUT. If grief is the price of love, then with Eddie it's a very high cost, but it's so worth it. Eddie is worth it. He may not be 'real' but the love you feel for him is, the grief is. The people in their Jason Carver eras are insecure in themselves, jealous of you for being so free and open with your emotions. They're just too immature and/or too up their own asses to be able to do the same, and they see you being yourself as a threat to their own selves, which.... says more about them than it does about you.

I'm so sorry, Kiki. You don't at ALL deserve any of this and I'm genuinely very angry on your behalf. These people better NOT call themselves fans of Eddie because he would actively DESPISE them and he would stay as far away from them as he could. They're all a bunch of assholes but YOU are a ray of sunshine. You're always so loving and kind and gentle and open and raw in your emotions and it's honestly inspiring. I wouldn't have found the courage to watch Stranger Things at ALL, let alone meet Eddie, without YOU answering my questions and coaxing me into it. We all know I took my sweet time.😂

Please please vent and rant and scream and cry; I'm here to listen to you and to anyone else. Your love is valid and real, so is the grief, so is the pain and the loss. It's all real and valid; our brains see Eddie, see his death, and grieve just like it's real, because it is real. I'm so proud of you for blocking them! It's horrible that there's even been one person, let alone so many.💔I'm here if you want to talk! You can DM me or send an ask or anything at all! (Been wanting to befriend you since the Laszlo Kriezler days but I am a shy noodle)

Let yourself grieve and love and feel - Eddie would tell you to. He would tell you to feel everything as you want to, to let yourself have this time to process, to express it however it comes to you, and to feel NO shame in it. He never does and it goes beautifully for him to live life with his arms wide open to anyone brave enough to get close.🥺💖 I hope YOU'RE gonna have a better day/evening, KIki!! I'm here if you want a comfort fic (though I've written a few already and I have one coming out tonightttt ~ , they're all Eddie!comfort so it probably wouldn't hit as well as reader!comfort🥺)

Big hugs & Eddie kissies to you!

#kiki my beloved <3

[bibuckbuckley]

If it sparks joy, Buddie + “your hands are cold” 🖤

dj my beloved!! So sorry this is so late! I actually wrote another version of this but forgot to post it bc of real life but then when I gonna finally post this idea came to me and I wrote this little hing under 30 minutes so here we are 😂

Hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for 5x16

"Your hands are cold." 

They're sitting in Eddie's truck, Donato and the rest of the 118 took the trucks to the hospital where Bobby….

Since Eddie was going too, all he had to do was tilt his head toward the garage and Buck nodded. They're quiet the drive there, a comfortable silence wrapped around them like a warm blanket as the adrenaline of the day slowly wears off.

Sure he had been worried about May and Bobby, but he hadn't felt this good on a call in a long time. Not since Eddie left. Not since…well not since before the sniper. It felt so right having Eddie by his again, both of them working seamlessly together like nothing had ever changed. And it was so great seeing Eddie work so well out on the field after everything he went through. The high Buck had felt, felt like none other. 

But then Buck heard that MayDay from Lucy about Bobby and it all went crashing down. 

He still feels shaken from it, won't be able to breathe until he gets an official diagnosis from the doctors. His leg had been bouncing during the drive, but then Eddie placed a hand on his leg and he immediately calmed. Eddie didn't need to say anything, Buck didn't want him to say anything, but the comfort of his best friend’s hand was like an anchor, keeping him tethered. 

But then they parked in the hospital's parking lot, and Buck stared at the building, feeling himself start to drift away so he grabbed Eddie's hand that was on his lap to anchor him back. 

Your hands are cold. 

And now they're here, Buck squeezing Eddie's hand with both of his like his life depended on it and Eddie finally breaking the silence with a tentative whisper. 

Buck huffs out a laugh, but it comes out slightly hysterical. 

"Here, let me warm them up." 

Before Buck can ask what he means, Eddie puts his other hand on top of Buck's and rubs them in slow, soothing circles. 

Buck leans back in his seat and exhales, letting some of the stress from the last hour slowly dissipate. 

"Better?" Eddie asks after several blissful moments. 

Buck tilts his head and smiles at his best friend, the elation from earlier coming back a bit. "Better." 

Eddie smiles back at him and then lifts their intertwined hands to kiss Buck's hand.

He hitches a breath as his best friend eyes him for one charged moment. But then as if realizing what he's doing, Eddie disentangles his hands from Buck's and clears his throat. 

"So, uh, it felt good. Working with the 118 again, out on the field." He catches Buck's gaze once more. "Being by your side." 

Buck's smile returns. "Yeah, it felt great. The 118 hasn't been the same without you."

Eddie then scratches his head. "I know I shouldn't make any big decisions after such a long day, but I'm thinking that if Bobby allows it, I'm ready to go back to the 118. I'm ready to go back home."

His smile widens and the high of him and Eddie working together again returns. "Yeah?"

Eddie gives him a look, the certain fond look that always makes Buck weak at his knees. "Yeah." 

There's another charged moment between them. 

This time it's Buck who clears his throat. "We uh - should - uh." He stammers but pauses before continuing. "We should probably go inside."

At the mention of the hospital, the worry for Bobby returns tenfold. 

Eddie takes Buck's hand once more and squeezes it give comfort. 

It's in that moment that Buck knows that as long as he has Eddie by his side, on the field or not, then he’ll be okay. 

So he smiles at his best friend and squeezes back. 

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[munsons-maiden]

I'm sorry if you've talked about this before, but I truly love how honest and real your views on Eddie are, that I feel like you're the right person for me to ask this. I'll just go out and say that I haven't had the best experience with most men in my life (parental figures mainly) and that sometimes blocks me in seeing that others guys are not like that. Anyway so I wanted to ask, you wouldn't say Eddie has that "toxic masculinity" right? Like, with everything we know about him, he's such a gentleman and such a sweetheart that I really believe he'd be like that, say, as a lover too, even in the long run, even after time has passed and he's been with someone for a while, right? I really wanna believe he'd be the type of guy that's not afraid to be soft and show affection and be emotionally available, and always respectful too. 🥺

Thank you, dear, that's very sweet of you🖤

The short answer is: no, Eddie Munson doesn't have a single streak of toxic masculinity in him.

Now prepare for the long answer😂 To make sure I'm not getting blinded by my love for him, I always make sure to view him and his actions from the perspective of an anti as well when going into meta, and the thing is that that's basically impossible because while he has flaws like every other complex, well-written character, there are no flaws flaws. Eddie is a fictional character written and acted to be an absolute sweetheart. So, there's not a single scene that could be interpreted in a toxic masculine way and the entirety of Eddie's screen-time screams that he embodies the very opposite of toxic masculinity so I'll recount a few scenes where that gets very obvious:

The woods scene with Chrissy. Joe as well as the Duffers confirmed that Eddie had a crush on Chrissy and romantic interest in her - yet he never tried to hit on her. He flirted a little, invited her to see his band (in an absolutely non-creepy way that didn't put her in a position to reply, which was very thoughtful and sweet of him because he just left it to her to show up or not), but he was very careful not to cross any boundaries (just like before in the cafeteria with the girl he jump-scared and the cheerleaders he let pass) and to genuinely cheer her up.

The scene when he meets Erica. I'm working on an actual meta post on this one so in short for now: he never tests Erica because she's a girl and her gender is never a reason for his doubts of her being fit for the game, only her age. He's worried an eleven-years-old wouldn't take the game he worked hard and for a whole semester to make happen, the finale of his grand campaign, serious. But he puts her to the test to see if she's being serious, and she proves that she is. A eleven-years-old girl absolutely roasts his ass in front of all his friends and he LOVES her for it, and is genuinely happy to allow her not only to be a sub but make her part of Hellfire ("welcome to Hellfire"). No man with a single ounce of toxic masculinity would react that way.

When Robin takes away Eddie's cigarettes, he reacts with mild annoyance and nothing else, briefly flinching and looking a little confused but that's it. He doesn't even make a snide remark at her, je just lets it happen like a scolded puppy. And he has absolutely no problem with Nancy being in charge (quite the opposite, he's very happy to have kickass Nancy take charge).

And the final scene: he humbles himself in front of Steve, genuinely and unpromptedly admits his own shortcomings and jealousy, and genuinely tells Steve to fight for true love and get Nancy back.

He is always respectful, even with the girl he jump-scares (doesn't single her out, doesn't comment on her but just finishes his sentence with a loud voice thus not making it personal, keeping his distance, making himself smaller and keeping his hands behind his back and blinking and smiling to indicate he has no ill intent).

And the way Eddie opens up to Steve, admitting flaws he is ashamed of and being very self-aware with the goal of doing better (even at the beginning where he admits that having been held back was his own fault, "I was being full of shit") and advising him to fight for love, as well as him noticing straight away that Chrissy is bothered by something (I mean, he has no way to know about her abuse, her ed or Vecna, but he notices something is wrong) makes it obvious Eddie would be a very loving, emotionally open and available partner and/or friend. And about him showing affection? Look at how he shows his affection for Dustin. It's a familial/platonic love, but by that we can infer that it would be the exact same way with a romantic partner because that's who Eddie is.

With those canon facts settled, there is no way Eddie would/could ever act in any toxic way.

Eddie Munson is the polar opposite of toxic masculinity.

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[trashmouth-richie]

THE REAL HIH 10 😂😅

‘You’ve never been kissed like this in your life. Every cell in your body is on fire. Simmering low and bubbling hot for him. Robbed of never having experienced something as sweet and tender as this in twenty-one years, you are overwhelmed with emotions at how right, how good, and how fucking fantastic Eddie was making you feel.’ Tooty deserves it all🥹

No words are spoken and they don’t need to be. The high you’re on is pure euphoria, purple clouds and shimmery stars guide you as you pour your lust into Eddie’s hands and kiss him sugary sweet, your tongues interwoven like threads of yarn in a homemade set of mittens.

“tell me what you want Tooty.” *screams*

But his eyes never leave yours, a soldier to his own word, guarding your dignity with everything he had—

Eddie’s adam apple bobs in his throat like a gear shift slammed into third, eyes wide as he mutters, “Jesus Christ,” to himself.

It could be mistaken as an exorcism 🤣😂🤣

Tingling with butterflies drugged with cocaine in your core, throbbing for more of his touch. You are an addict for him. Eddie— your drug of choice.

heavenly moans surround him like a halo— held up by fire colored horns dipped in black

eight pinked lines marking where wings would be as you fly higher and higher together.

But this was new to him. Being so deeply in love with someone and sharing the most intimate sex he had ever had.

MY BELOVEDS😭 The sweetest chapter, our idiota in love. 💗 I love everything about this part.

B

you’re killing me with these— I die I love you. This is so sweet the way you dive into each chapter🖤

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[munsons-maiden]

They must have put some hallucinogenic attraction magic into Eddie because I have never been this attracted to someone, fictional or real, in my entire life

RIGHT?! I'm demi, I didn't think there would ever be love at first sight for me and then this guy starts jumping tables and has me falling head over heels right from the second he was introduced. And it doesn't stop. It never will. Whatever Joe infused Eddie with, it's enough to last a lifetime 😂🖤

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[munsons-maiden]

so we know peeta would win (which is the obvious and correct choice, who in their right mind would choose gale...?) over eddie and (i'm assuming) crowley... now where does your husband fit into all of this? i imagine him as the supreme being above them all, but maybe not...? (i hope this doesn't come off intrusive, i just find it interesting to hear about others fictional loves, and where their real life love(s) fit into it)

Yes, and yes you assumed correctly 😁

My husband's fine with it; Peeta was there long before him and apart from that, I'm a lucky girl because I married a real-life Peeta. As long as it's with a fictional man, he can share the #1 spot (and that automatically renders Eddie and Crowley non-threatening, too 😂). I think there can be two supreme beings, since one is real and the other is fictional and they're so similar 🤭 Which is funny because growing up, I resolutely refused to date anyone who wasn't Peeta Mellark (in hindsight, I don't know how it never occured to me sooner that I'm not allo 😂) and fast forward two years and this doe-eyed sweetheart surprises me with homemade birthday-cupcakes during my shift telling me the way I stared at him at the co-worker-dinner the other day was delightfully belligerent and he'd had a crush on me for ages 😂 (I have a resting bitch face, a la Wednesday Addams, and I did stare because he'd started staring and I didn't want to back down out of that staring match. It never occured to me that he just had a huge crush on me. And I never noticed him at my job before, or in school before that, so I didn't recognize him at first.)

He's happily beta-reading my stories and he's the one who encouraged me to share them, brainstorming with me whenever I hit a patch of writer's block, so he actually fits perfectly into it all. Or everything else fits perfectly with him. He's the boy with the cupcakes 🖤

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