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deathbecomesthem · 22 days

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Rockstar!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Partner!Reader

Series Setting: 1999 Los Angeles - No Upside Down AU

Chapter Summary - An escape into the woods, and some time spent with an old friend.

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The swing is nothing special, it’s weather worn and beginning to splinter. The cushions are sun bleached from after so many mountain summers. It’s not special, not really, but it’s one of the best places you know. Especially when you sit on it with Nancy. The swing on the front porch of her cabin is just like her, sturdy and comforting. It’s peaceful and quiet.

It’s been too long since you’ve sat on Nancy’s swing. You only have yourself to blame, but you try not to. It would be so easy for Eddie to find you here, and a part of you wonders if this is why you chose this spot for your escape. You try not to consider your motivation too hard, try to not let this be a secret test of Eddie’s knowledge of you. You try not to think about what it would mean if he doesn’t even try. It’s not about him, even if it is. It’s about you. If only you knew how to cut him away and see yourself without his shadow looming. You want the sun to shine on your face, even if it’s just for a moment.

This place is one of your homes. One of the places where you can look in the mirror and not be afraid of who might be looking back. It’s just you, isn’t it? Older, but still the same skin you wore the last time you saw your reflection. There are lines where the skin used to be smooth, and so much more gray than you remember. But, oh - that’s your face. You’re thankful to be in this place, where seeing the image of yourself doesn’t seem quite so scary.

“Oolong,” her soft voice brings you out of your reverie, and you accept the tea cup with a smile. “I would have had Darjeeling if I’d known you were coming.”

“Oolong is nice enough, especially if it means I can see you.” Nancy curls up into your side like a cat, and you sit in the cool New England fall evening. The combined force of your bodies begin to rock the old swing gently. “I’m sorry it’s been so long. Too long.”

Nancy sighs and takes a long sip before she answers. You can practically hear the cogs turning in her brain. She’s being cautious, more gentle with her words than her nature normally allows.

“Yes, it’s been too long. You know you can stay here anytime. It’s not like the old days when we couldn’t scrape together enough cash to rub two coins together for fuck’s sake.” She huffs a breath through her nose, “Sorry. I just miss seeing you. I miss Eddie. What the fuck happened?”

The question hangs between you. You don’t know how to answer it, so you don’t. You drink your tea and look out at the old mountains beyond the front yard of your oldest friend’s home and think about what tomorrow might bring.

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10 minutes before, inside Nancy’s kitchen:

The ringing phone startles Nancy. She almost drops the kettle on her foot. It’s not that she doesn’t get calls from her friends and family when she’s out in the Vermont mountains, but they are few and far between. It’s her writing place, away from the hustle and bustle of her everyday existence. She knows you thought you’d be pulling in and finding the old place empty this time of year, that you didn’t know Nancy would be on a sabbatical. A well deserved break for a full semester in her quiet home away from home. Just her and the old Olympia typewriter that speaks to her like an old friend when her fingers press down on the keys. She loves to make it chatter to her, but right now she’s more interested in the conversation you keep pushing away from. She wants to know why you’re here. Why you look the way you do - bone achingly tired. She wants to know why she’s seeing things in the tabloids about Eddie and some model that looks like she’s barely out of high school.

She grabs the avocado green plastic receiver from its cradle on the wall, peeking towards the front door. No signs of movement, you’re still sitting on the swing waiting for her.

“Hello?” As Nancy says the usual greeting, she realizes she knows exactly who the voice on the other side will belong to. She should have let it ring.

“Nance. Hey, uh, it’s Ed.” His voice is strained. She can hear the pain in it, and she wishes she could reach through the line to wrap her arms around him. Old habits die hard.

“Hey, Eddie. It’s been a long time,” Nancy peeks back around the corner and then leans her head against the wall, satisfied that you’re not going to come through the door to find her talking to your husband. The enemy. “Listen, I can’t really talk right now, can I call you back -”

Eddie doesn’t let her finish. He’s strung tight and doesn’t have the capacity for the bullshit required to pretend he’s calling for any other reason. “Put Sugar on, please. I need to talk to her.”

“Sugar? How is she? I haven’t talked to her in ages.” Nancy keeps her tone friendly, the biting undertone is something that can be chalked up to paranoia if Eddie calls it out.

“I know she’s there Nancy, there’s no where she would go. I know her.” Nancy can hear the wet quality of his voice, and she stands up straighter. She can let him break her resolve, not now. Not while you’re already in pieces and needing her protection.

“Listen Eddie. I love you, you know that, but I can’t do this right now.” Nancy can hear him gearing up for a fight, and it’s the push she needs. Over the edge she goes, ready to let him know what she really thinks, “What did you think would happen, Ed? I might be out in the boonies, but I don’t live under a rock. I’m not playing favorites here, I’m just picking up the pieces of your fucking mess.”

“Please. Please. I’m sorry,” Nancy can hear him take in a hiccuping breath, “I just need to tell her I’m sorry. I need her.”

“Yeah, Ed, you need her. What does she need?” Nancy hangs up the phone before he can say anything more, and then leaves the receiver hanging down to the ground. No more interruptions, he can fly his ass across the country if he wants, but he won’t get through with a simple dial of the phone.

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Eddie sits on the corner of his bed. Your bed. The bed you share. Used to share. He doesn’t know. He’s in the house. Your house? His house? He loved this house. He thought you loved it too. But you left. And you won’t talk to him. The anger he felt after you abandoned him, just like everyone does, has dissipated. He doesn’t think about you being with someone else anymore, he doesn’t think that’s true. He can recognize that idea as a lie his mind told him. All he knows is that you’ve decided you don’t want him. Don’t need him.

“Yeah, Ed, you need her. What does she need?” Nancy’s words have been playing in a loop inside his mind. A nauseating wave of realization rolled over him like a tsunami when she said them, because how stupid could he be? How fucking blind?

Eddie moves through the house, looking at everything with new eyes. He looks with your eyes. He thinks about the small apartment the two of you shared in those early days. There were always flowers, he remembered. He looks in the room at the end of the hall and sees his guitars lined up in a neat row against the back wall. He closes his eyes and thinks about the way your fingers moved along the keys of the old upright piano you used to have.

When did you decide to get rid of the piano? He can’t remember. He can’t remember the last time you picked up a guitar either. Eddie is standing in the room where all of his musical memories are kept, and he wonders what happened to yours. He closes his eyes tightly again, and tries to remember the last time he heard you sing. He thinks about you and Jeff sitting together in the old apartment, you strumming the guitar and Jeff taking notes. That was the night all of you started to write Promise Me. That’s not quite right, he realizes now. You wrote it.

Eddie closes his eyes tightly. He pictures you at 20. He pictures you now. He thinks he can almost smell your shampoo if he concentrates, he can almost hear your voice. When was the last time he saw you smile? When was the last time you told him anything important? When was the last time you two had a conversation that wasn’t about him. Eddie shakes his head and opens his eyes to the empty room.

You held his feet to the fire time and time again. You held his hand through everything. He needed you, but what did you need? Shit.

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It’s what you need. The place and the company. The sound of Nancy’s fingers dancing across the keys of her typewriter is the soundtrack to your inspiration. It’s what you’ll remember the most when you think back to the time when the story flowed the easiest to the page. A safe place to say the things you need to say. To remember. Even in the verdant green of the forest, the waves still pound at the timber of your frame. Your sense of self splinters under the continuous assault, but it’s easier to dream at Nancy’s house. Dreams are where you find the things that seem real - realer than what you see under the morning’s harsh sunlight.

It’s easier to remember the before days. Easier to remember that joyful time in the past. In that trailer bedroom with the perpetual haze of weed smoke. With your boy. It was simpler then, head full of dizzying hormones and the fire of new love - there was no time to dwell on the thoughts you had been battling for ages. The otherness. You realize now that you’re back with Nancy that you’ve avoided the mirror that is her company. It puts everything into a context you could not have expected. You find your eyes full of tears when you write about memories you once held as happy. There is a half told story hiding there. How have you missed it for so long?

It takes a solid week for you to find the words you’ve been hiding yourself from since you arrived on the cabin’s doorstep. Truly, though, you’ve been hiding from them for years. Afraid of how it makes you feel to read them. To say them. To think about them in the privacy of your own mind, even there it feels too vulnerable. Alone in your mind, they bang and clatter. They echo around until they are meaningless. It’s a week into your time with Nancy when you decide to let that shit go. You tear a piece of paper from the pad at your side and write them down. You fold it, and set it down on the desk next to Nancy’s cup of coffee. And then you walk out of the cabin and into the woods, leaving the weight of the words behind you.

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“I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw that paparazzi photo of Eddie and that piece of trash,” loose lips Nancy officially entered the conversation after her third glass of pinot noir. The two of you are sitting on the wooden porch swing listening to the night sounds of the surrounding woods. You know she read your note earlier, but neither of you have brought it up. An unspoken understanding lives between the two of you now, and any concerns about discomfort are gone while the weight of her head rests on your shoulder.

“That’s not very nice, Nancy. She’s just a girl that’s trying to fuck a rock star. Can’t blame her for that. She’s certainly not the first one.” You drain your glass and reach for the bottle sitting on the railing. It’s nearly empty. You’ll have to get another one in a minute, but you’re not ready to feel the move away from Nancy.

“Eddie’s an idiot.” Her words are said with finality. No room for argument, and you’re not inclined to offer one.

“Yeah. Too bad I love him so much.”

Nancy gulps back a mouthful of wine, liquid courage for the question she’s been holding onto for the better part of 12 hours. She’s been trying to find a way to ask, to broach the subject of the note you left for her.

“Ok. You love him. I love him too. Everyone loves Eddie. How could you not? But you’re - you know.” Nancy whispers the last two words, and gestures with her empty hand in a little wave.

“See, I don’t actually know, Nancy. That’s the problem. I know what I said, but it’s not quite right. I think there’s something really wrong with me. Like my skin doesn’t fit right. I look in the mirror and wonder who it is that’s looking back. I don’t know that person. I think about all the times I made love with Eddie, and it was so good. But also…” you trail off, unable to finish your thought. Unable to use words to explain the way you’ve been thinking about yourself in your own head.

“But also, you think you’re gay. Right? That’s what you said in your note. Bisexual? That’s in right now. It’s the 90s, Sugar.” Nancy heaves herself up off the swing and starts to head towards the front door, “Stay. I’m getting another bottle of wine.”

You watch her go and think about what she said. It’s a relief to have the words spoken out into the open air. They feel even lighter now. You think you may be able to bear the weight of them with Nancy sharing the load of them. She’s right, of course, but she’s also wrong. It is the 90s, and you don’t know if you’re gay. You don’t know if you're bisexual. You only know that you’re not just the wife of Eddie Munson. You think you don’t want to be a wife at all anymore. You never really did in the first place.

Nancy’s return brings you out of your reverie. It’s not until she’s sat back down on the swing next to you that you realize she doesn’t have a second bottle of wine. Instead, it’s a bottle of tequila.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Wheeler?” You ask her, helping yourself to a mouthful straight from the bottle, not waiting for an answer.

“A more serious drink to fit the more serious conversation. Question number 1, and it’s an important one so I need an honest answer,” she points her finger at you before taking the bottle back for herself. “Have you ever been with a woman? And if so, do I know her?”

You cough on the burning liquor, caught off guard by the question. “I haven’t. Unless you count all the women I’ve slept with by proxy after being married to Eddie for so long.”

“That doesn’t count, and you know it. Why should he get to have all the fun?”

“I don’t actually think he’s having fun anymore. You know what I want more than anything in the world? More than any man or any woman?” You turn to look at your friend and see her wide eyes rapt with attention.

“What do you want? Tell me, and we’ll go get it for you. Tomorrow morning, we’ll wake up and find a way.” Nancy insists, in the way that she does.

“I want to have the time and space to think and feel without having to think and feel about him. I want to think about myself.”

“That’s easy,” she tells you, handing you back the bottle of tequila, “all you need to do is take it, Sugar. It already belongs to you.”

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eddiesxangel · 3 months

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Me and You? Together? | Eddie Munson x Best friend Reader

Eddie Munson + You = BFFLS that’s all you’ll ever be… unless?

Cw: Angst? Small fluff, Queer!Eddie, reader uses she/her pronouns, open ending? One mention of the upside down (ikr who am I?)

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I think the story needs more pages, yes I've been in love with her for ages 🎶

"Oh, you two are just the cutest couple in here." the older waitress with the retro yellow diner dress and apron with a name tag that read Judy, fawned over you and Eddie. However, you were quick to correct her.

"Oh no, no, just best friends," you lightheartedly giggle.

This stung Eddie. Friends. Best Friends. Two decades worth of friendship, and it haunts Eddie. That is all you'll ever be... Best Friends.

Not once had you shown an ounce of interest in being anything more, but Eddie, on the other hand, fell in love with you in stages throughout his life.

When you were three years old, you moved to the trailer park where Eddie and his family lived. Being the only two kids, you were immediately drawn to one another. Eddie remembers that summer, the scorching summer sun beat down mercilessly on the trailer park as you both ran around in your underwear, laughing and shrieking, under the cool spray of the garden hose.

When you were both five, you had a "wedding" and promised one another vows. Eddie always remembered his promise to be your best friend and to always be your best friend. He told you he loved you, and you told him you loved him and sealed it with a small kiss and a slew of giggles. Your parents gushed about how adorable it was and how they couldn't wait for the real thing. Too bad Eddie's parents never would make it to the real thing.

As you both got a little older, around ten years old, you huddled together in your sleeping bags, whispering secrets and sharing stories that only best friends could tell. The sound of your laughter would fill the air, mingling with the chirping of the crickets and the rustling of the leaves. Your makeshift tent made out of bed sheets and sticks would only last so long as a barrier before you got scared of bats and earwigs, but Eddie promised to never let anything hurt you. He held your hand until you fell asleep.

When you and Eddie were twelve, and he struggled with his parents, you lent him your unwavering support and helped him weather the storm. You were his rock, his confidant, his best friend.

Eddie's world had begun to feel unfamiliar and uncertain during that period. Puberty had started to alter his body and yours, for that matter. Eddie saw the changes happening within you and within himself... He noticed how you got more attention from boys as your chest started blossoming and how he also longed for that attention. An ugly feeling would bloom in Eddie's gut and he hated it when the boys would stare at you or talk to you.

But you would never stray too far. Even with your first boyfriend, Eddie didn't understand why he hated the guy so much. He was a nice boy and never picked on Eddie like the others, but for the life of him, Eddie hated his guts. Especially when he would watch him hold your hand or kiss you on the cheek. He wanted that with you, but he also wanted to be you? He was so confused. He, too, wanted to hold your boyfriend’s hand and have him kiss him on the cheek, and that scared him.

Both your emotions lead to changes in the dynamics of your friendship, such as sleepovers. Previously, a fun and carefree activity had become different since it was now mandatory to sleep in separate rooms, a rule both your parents and Eddie's Uncle Wayne agreed upon. Yet, through the difficult times of teenage angst, you both powered through and came out stronger than ever.

When all the shit happened with the upsidedown a little over two years ago, you were at his bedside every day until the visiting hours were over, and the hospital had to physically kick you out; you would be back the second they started up again the next day. That was the last straw for Eddie. He could no longer deny his feelings for you anymore. He was in love with his best friend.

"Oh well, that's too bad; if you ever change your mind, invite me to the wedding, okay?" She smiles and takes your orders to the kitchen.

When the waitress left, Eddie saw his window of opportunity.

"Hey, uh, what if I took you out?" Eddie fiddles with the paper straw wrapper.

"We are out, Stupid." You laugh.

"No, no, I mean, can I take you for a drink?" Eddie was never this anxious around you, and you noticed. Like something in the air had shifted.

"Like a drink?" you raise your brows.

"Uh... yeah." You had never seen Eddie so nervous with you before. Where was this coming from?

"Oh God, I'll have to think... We're friends, Eddie, I don't know? It-it doesn't feel right." This had caught you so off guard.

"It's cool... no, yeah,- I-I was just messin'," he waves off, and your heart alleviates.

"God Eddie! You really had me there." you laugh and Eddie's heart sinks, and you can see him slouch back into the booth. His body language completely shifted.

Fuck, how he hated this; you were the only one who ever made him feel right. You were it for him.

No matter how hard he tried, his mind would always wander back to the same vision of a future with you. He saw the two of you building a beautiful life together in his dreams. He imagined the joy of raising children with you, cooking together in the kitchen, and sharing parenting responsibilities. He could picture himself changing their diapers while you watched with a warm smile.

Visions of you going to the Winter Fair, which was not the most exciting event; he envisioned you, him and your hypothetical child going there every year, enjoying the festivities and watching the colourful lights glow in your eyes. These thoughts filled him with happiness, and he couldn't wait for them to become a reality.

Unfortunately, you have shot down any possibility of being more than friends with Eddie, not to hurt him but because you only see him as a friend. Never once had it ever crossed your mind to see Eddie as anything more. Honestly, you questioned his sexuality over the years.

One memory, in particular, flashed in your brain as you pondered on the possibility of Eddie being serious or just taking the piss?

"Eddie, what are you doing?" You walked into your bedroom to see Eddie standing in the middle of your room, facing your full-length mirror.

"Oh, me? I liked your dress and wanted to see what it would look like on me? Kinda badass, no? Some may even say... metal?"

You can't help but laugh.

“Ed’s, you can’t even do it up; you’re going to rip it!”

“You’re being a hater… Imagine! Me on stage shredding to Ozzy in this?" He gestures to your floral church dress, which he’s paired with his black Converse all-stars. He’s always been flamboyant.

You can't help but roll your eyes. Your mom just bought you this dress.

“What, Sunshine?” He smirks.

“Ed’s, are you?-Is there something you want to tell me?” You bite your lip, not wanting him to freak out.

“You know me, sunshine! I’m just me,” he twirled and showed off his boxers.

“Okay, but if you ever wanna tell me anything, I’ll be here for you.”

“I know.” He smiled.

Sometimes, you wondered about Eddie... He never fully came out to you, and you never pressured him to do so because you loved him regardless. You wouldn’t ever have a chance with him; he’s your platonic soul mate. Sure, he’s handsome if you like that bad boy-leather-metalhead thing, but who’s to say you were even his type? You were a girl.

When Eddie asked you out just now, you had no idea how to take it? He’s him, and you are you… you’ve been attached at the hip forever, but never did you think you’d cross the threshold? Did he want to cross it? Did you want to cross it?

He was so nervous as he asked you. His hands wouldn’t stop fiddling, and he fumbled his words. His breath got all gaspy, like when he was trying to brush off something that bothered him. Maybe he was being serious?

“Ed’s?”

“Yea?” You saw a glimmer of hope behind his eyes.

“Don’t you like… boys? I’ve never seen you-“

“It’s okay- lots of people think I’m gay, but it’s cool, right? We’re friends! Why would it not be?”

“No, no, of course, but you’ve-you’ve never been with a girl or at least that I know of? So I never thought… Really? Me and you? Together?”

“No, you wouldn’t have thought.” He bit back bitterly. “I know, I’m queer; you know I’ve always been different.”

“Ed’s, I’m sorry I just- I never thought of you like that because I’m a girl…”

“Ask me, Sunshine.”

“Ask you what?”

“You know.”

“Do you like girls?” You spit out.

“No, sunshine, I like you.”

“But you-"

“I know how I am!” He raised his voice. He never raised his voice. Not at you. “I don’t like conformity and social norms, and sure, I like men, and sure, I like to dress up in your clothes and like to put on your makeup, but fuck, I especially like it because that stuff belongs to you, I do it because I love you.” There he said it, finally he felt like the 100lb weight had been lifted off of his chest.

“Ed’s-“

“No! I love you, and I do it because I like it and to be close to you because you’re my whole world, sunshine, and if I can’t have you, I don’t know what I will do.” He reached out for your hand across the table, and you let him take it. Your fingers intertwine.

It was quiet for a moment. You needed to process. Things between you won’t be the same after this.

“Talk to me, Sunshine?”

“I just never thought this was an option between us, Eddie. I need time.

“I’ll wait for you; I’ve waited this long.”

You only stay in silence for a moment before Judy comes back around.

“Okay, kiddos, 2 burgers and fries, enjoy.” The waitress smiles and places your meal in front of you.

“Excuse me, Judy?” you call out.

“Yes, darling?” She turns back with a smile

“Can we see the drink menu?” You chide

“Coming right up”

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mimixmunson · 3 months

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Controlling vibrator. Steddie x reader. Smut. Blurb.

🍒“Now listen up and listen good little girl, I’m gonna control that little toy that Steve very kindly put in its rightful place.” Eddie announced, a glimmer of excitement shining through his evil smirk. “But daddy... We have a dinner reservation.” You whispered anxiously, already knowing that that was the whole plan. Your boyfriends wanted to watch you suffer, publicly. “I know princess” Eddie practically letting out an almost comical evil laugh as Steve smiled softly and added “isn’t that so much fun? Especially for dirty little sluts like you who get off on embarrassment.” You felt your face flush, he wasn’t wrong. You were a woman of many kinks, some of which people had previously judged you for, but not Eddie and Steve. They were transfixed on the information when you told them, looking at each other and back at you with so much love and acceptance. Since that day, you’d been their toy. Every day they seemed to have a new way to torture you, your suffering was delicious to them.

Up until today, you’d been kept in a chastity belt for a month or so. Tormented by your boyfriends by them putting on a show for you every evening, palming each other's cocks, using your mouth for the only thing its good for and Eddie slamming into Steve with running commentary of how good it felt, how Steve got to experience pleasure because he wasn’t a needy little whore like you are.

And so, it began. Leading you into the restaurant, holding the door open for you and Eddie discreetly pinching your ass. It was brief but painful, you wince at the feeling for a second but immediately your demeanor changed. Stifling a moan as Steve winked at you before pressing the button on his phone that was Bluetooth connected to the toy nestled inside your pussy. The once familiar feeling of sexual pleasure hit you like a tidal wave, it was buzzing away, the rabbit-like shaped toy vibrating your g-spot and clit in earnest.

Your eyes desperately trying not to roll to the back of your head, you ponder whether granting them no reaction out of you would make them ease up on the public humiliation of making you so inappropriately horny in the establishment. Concluding that either way you were screwed, if you didn’t perform for them like a good little slut now, you’d only get punished more at home. You decided that embarrassing yourself here was the lesser of two evils.

Moaning your boyfriend’s names under your breath in-between sips of red wine, Eddie takes a few strands of your hand, interweaving them into his fingers and giving it a swift pull. You were beginning to see stars, the constant stimulation of the toy driving you crazy, Steve’s evil smirk as he stared at you muttering “So needy already, aren’t you? How long until you start to beg us to use your tight little holes right here?”

To which Eddie chuckled and snatched his boyfriend’s phone, changing the setting of the toy. You take a deep breath as the vibrations speed up and become more intense. Hiding your face in the crook of Eddie’s neck, “Daddy...” You sobbed in pleasure, your pussy leaking through your panties. “Whatever is the problem angel?” He teased, pulling Steve in for a passionate kiss, once again denying you of affection. “She’s gonna cum Eds, she’s got that look in her eye. Look at her babe, so fucking needy it's pathetic. Her brain is leaking out of her pussy.” He teased in unison with Eddie, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s curls. “She is, isn’t she? Wanna be our little fleshlight for the night? Who am I kidding, why am I asking you? Sweet little sluts like you don’t get a choice. You’re so pathetic you know that baby? Moaning the word daddy in this fine establishment? Steve and I here decided to treat you to a fancy meal and all you can do is beg us to go home? So, we can fill those needy little holes?”

His words were almost too much, you grip on to a thigh of each of your boyfriends. Your nails digging in as you feel the fire burning deep in the pit of your stomach growing. “Gonna cum sir, can’t take it anymore” You mutter to Steve, begging him with your eyes to allow you an orgasm. The feeling making you forget you were in a busy restaurant, beginning to sweat from need. “Ask Daddy princess.” He kisses your temple gently, finally gaining some mercy for you. “Daddy please, can’t hold it. Need it, need you, need you both.” You’re begging through your tears, your grip on them both tightening as you grow closer and closer to ecstasy. The wave growing every second that passes, your underwear now drenched and beginning to leak through, a wet patch visible on your little red dress.

Eddie signals a waiter over to the table and your breath hitches, greatly trying to gain any form of composure, mentally begging that he won’t see the ever-growing wet patch and both of your boyfriend’s now entirely visible bulges.

“Can we get these to go now please, we’ve had an emergency and now need to change our plans.” The waiter smiles, eyeballing only your talking partner and returns with three take out boxes handing them to Steve.

You and the duo stand and make your way to the door, waving down the nearest cab. Shuffling into the back seats, sandwiched in-between your sadists. Eddie whispers into your ear once more as Steve plants gentle kisses on the other side of your neck, playfully nipping at the skin. “Let go princess, cum.” 🍒

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queers-gambit · 8 months

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Stranger Things masterlist

requesting rules and masterlist

requests are CLOSED where to watch: Netflix

general dating HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie.

🔥 NSFW 🙊 general language and content warning 🥰 romance 💛 proceed with maturity

read part one here read part two here

Stoner!Girlfriend HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie and stoner!girlfriend.

🔥 NSFW 🚬 illicit material mention / use / description 🥰 romance 💛 proceed with maturity

read here

mad or frustrated HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie being mad or frustrated.

🙊 general language and content warning 🎭 drama 💔 angst 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

read here

All I've Ever Wanted

Eddie's her dealer and decides he can't sell to her anymore because she's all he's ever wanted.

word count: 2.3k

🚬 illicit substance 🙊 general language and content warning ⏳ slight AU timeline 🥰 romance 😵‍💫 wonky brain go a little wonky

read here

Angel is the Centerfold

insecurity runs deep when Eddie's secret lady-love finds the worn pages of a centerfold - marked on a woman who looks nothing like her.

word count: 2.7k

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 small angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🎭 drama 🥰 romance

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Don't You (Forget About Me)

Eddie confronts his mother to bargain for custody of his little brother, Teddy.

word count: 8.9k

🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🎭 drama 🥰 romance 🐍 toxic family / family angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💉 depiction of illicit drug use 🥊 mild depiction of physical violence and / or aggression ⏳ AU timeline 🔏 barely edited

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Cherry Blossom Colored Kisses

when Eddie tells his best friend he wants to ask Chrissy Cunningham to prom, she begins to cough out flower petals.

word count: 8.8k

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 🎭 drama 🥰 romance 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon

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Tears in the Rain

feelings are confessed and a decision is made; only thing left to do is heal and be okay.

word count: 8.4K

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🙊 general language and content warnings 🎭 drama ❤️‍🩹 hurt, s o m e comfort 💔 angst 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

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Gone with the Sin

he loves another, and your fate is sealed.

word count: 8.9k

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🙊 general language and content warnings 🎭 drama 🥺 hurt 🚫 NO comfort 💔 angst ☠️ character death 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

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traveling HC

headcanons about traveling with boyfriend!Eddie.

🔥 small NSFW 🙊 general language and content warnings 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance

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Happy Little Accident

something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt.

word count: 2.4k+

🙊 general language and content warnings 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance

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How to be a Problem Solver

bestie!Eddie and reader have to say goodbye; he gives you one of his rings to remember him by. you send him care packages, and inside: polaroid photos of your college adventures - with his ring on a chain around your neck.

word count: 4.7k+

🙊 general language and content warnings 💔 angst 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🔏 barely edited

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Birthday Baby Blues

fearing your friends had forgotten your birthday, you show up at your boyfriend's to the surprise of a lifetime.

word count: 5k+

❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🎭 small drama 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance 🐍 toxic family / family angst

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discontinued and deleted: Up In Smoke

general dating HCs

headcanons about dating Robin Buckley.

🙊 general language and content warnings 🔥 small NSFW 🥰 romance

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The Bathroom Scene, Act One

after being drugged by Russians, you, Steve, and Robin share confessions in the bathroom.

word count: 3.8k

🙊 general language and content warnings 🤮 symptoms of physical illness 🥰 romance ❤️‍🩹 small hurt and comfort

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Dating Billy HC

headcanons about dating Billy Hargrove.

🙊 general language and content warnings 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🍄 toxic relationship 🔥 small NSFW 💛 proceed with maturity

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Up and Out

Billy protects reader from his father when Neil comes home early one evening.

word count: 4.1k

🙊 general language and content warnings 🐍 toxic family / family angst 💔 angst 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression 💛 proceed with maturity

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Up and Out [ part two ]

( requested ) Neil returns home unexpectedly when Billy's girl is alone, and it's up to her to defuse her boyfriend's anger when he finds out.

word count: 4.8k

🔏 barely edited 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression

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Do As You're Told

getting into a fight with Billy at a party; he needs you to do as you're told.

word count: 4.1k

🔥 NSFW 🙊 general language and content warning 🧃 underage drinking 💛 proceed with maturity

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Bobby Flay or Billy Flayed?

Eleven and Max come to Billy's girlfriend for aid, and she learns about her boyfriend's mind control the hard way.

word count: 7.5k

🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 🤮🥊 depictions of physical illness and violence 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort ⚠️⏳ season three spoilers and AU timeline

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Make a Grown Man Cry

she's Queen Bee and everyone knows not to fuck with her unless they wanted a bruised ego - or bruised cheekbone when Billy finds out.

word count: 3.6k

🙊 general language and content warning 🐍 possible depiction of family angst 🧃 underage drinking 🥊 depiction of physical violence / aggression

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Cheating Billy HC

headcanons about Billy cheating on his lover, and then trying to fix it.

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Mom's Pot Roast

could you maybe write something about billy trying to self-sabotage/start a fight with the reader out of insecurity and she doesn't play along and comforts him?

word count: 1.8k+

🙊 general language and content warning ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort

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Mommy Issues

billy getting together with his s/o right before his "date" with mrs.wheeler. and while she's relieved that he didn't show up to the date she's also a really salty that Billy's giving someone else attention and not her.

word count: 3.1k+

🙊 general language and content warning ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🍄🐍 depiction of romantic and familial angst

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The Weight of Words

about Billy with an insecure reader? like just concerning her body and stuff.

word count: 3.0k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🐍 toxic family 💛 requires maturity and caution

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Natural Instinct

after a fight, Billy leaves you at a gas station; and your savior arrives in a maroon BMW.

word count: 3.4k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 is this hurt and comfort ?

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Bottom of the Barrel

reader and Billy get in a fight, Billy cheats, reader finds out, and breaks up with him. months go by and Billy’s ready to win reader back, but reader’s moved on and is doing better.

word count: 2.4k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🥺 hurt, 🚫 NO (real) comfort 🍄 toxic relationship 🔏 barely edited

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hiiii, if u have time can you do billy and reader running away back to california together after high school, maybe the reader decides to go to college there?? reader isn’t from there but they both just want to escape to somewhere.

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When The World Seems So Cruel

Billy knows something's bothering his girl, so, he follows his instincts and checks on her - family, friends, and slutty cheerleaders in bikinis be damned.

word count: 5.1k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💦 smut 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and SMALL comfort 🐍 toxic family 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression (background, but still)

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What Goes Around, Comes Around

Billy's known for his temper and being obsessed with his pretty little girlfriend - which gets her severely injured by his past transgressions.

word count: 6.7k+

🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 HURT and small comfort 💣 relationship angst 💍 established relationship 🙊 general language and content warning 🍄 toxic relationship 🥊 depiction of physical violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of injury and blood 🥂 alcohol consumption 💛 requires extreme maturity and caution 🔏 barely edited

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Talk Shit, Get Hit

your high school bully picks the wrong day to taunt you and it's up to an equally hotheaded Billy to calm you down. call it irony.

word count: 5.4k+

🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💍 established relationship 🐝 stand-alone / oneshot 🙊 general language and content warning 🚬 brief illicit material use 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🥊 depiction of violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of injury and blood

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Max Dating a Girly!girlfriend HCs

headcanons about Max dating a sweet, girly girl.

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Unrequited Love

little lady loves her bestie!Max, but fears telling the truth.

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In This World, It's Just Us

dialogue prompts #95, #102, and #103.

word count: 1.3k+

💔 angst 🌈 internalized homophobia

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sweet, silly drunk Reader with Steve, Eddie, and Billy

sweetness about the boys with their lover being drunk.

🧃 underaged drinking 🧸 cutie fluff 🐑 cutie filler

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requesting rules and masterlist

#stranger things #st #stranger things netflix #netflix #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #masterlist #stranger things masterlist #billy hargrove x reader #eddie munson x reader #max mayfield x reader #robin buckley x reader #Steve Harrington x reader #requests open #queers-gambit

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moonyswritinq · 1 year

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If you're still taking request and if it's okay could you do smth small ( the format you're more comfortable/in the mood for ) for a male reader in a queerplatonic relationship with Eddie ? Love your writing and thank you !

eddie munson in a queer platonic relationship

❝ HEY, HANDSOME ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ Headcanons for Eddie Munson in a queer platonic relationship with you.

PAIRING ➢ eddie munson x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ swearing, fluff, mentions of weed and alcohol

WORD COUNT ➢ 1.1 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ thank you so much for the compliment and for the request, i hope i made it justice! this is written with a male reader in mind, but it can be imagined as gender neutral, as well.

MASTERLIST

You and Eddie first met in class in high school, bumping into each other.

You had noticed him before, with his eccentric persona and unique style of clothing, but had never dared approach him until now. He immediately recognised you, as you stood out from the rest of your peers with a queerness equal to his.

The two of you got to talking and quickly realised you got on well together. You could match his level of quirkiness, retorting quickly with wit and cleverness.

When you went your separate ways, Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about you. He realised he needed to get to know you better.

And so your friendship began, similar to of the falling headfirst into a deep pit without being able to get back out.

You were immediately close to each other, and there was no turning back.

It’s no secret Eddie sucks at the subjects in school and that his grades are all very low, so he’d often beg for your help and tutoring with those puppy eyes of his. You stood no chance of denying him.

Eddie’s an open person and would allow you into all parts of himself — just sort of dumping all of him onto you.

He introduced you to all of his interests at once; his favourite artists and songs; the wonder of D&D roleplaying; him and his bandmates’ band; even teaching you a few things on his guitar.

If you play D&D, you’d sit right next to him at every session, even helping with some campaigns. He loves playing with you. If you don’t play, he’d insist to have you there, still, just to be near you. And if you played any instruments, he’d want you to join his band.

In turn, he will listen to you talking about all your interests with equal enthusiasm, and wanting to be shown all of them.

Eddie will try to remember everything you tell about yourself, storing the information to be able to surprise you with it later. Although his memory would fail him sometimes, the effort was still endearing to you.

The two of you didn’t really define you relationship, making it into something that was not quite romantic but still not strictly friend-like. You enjoyed each other’s company and were happy to leave it at that.

He likes to keep you especially close, just having some sort of physical contact at all possible times. He’s touch deprived, aright?

In public, Eddie will mostly settle for just an arm around you or to lean against you. In private, though, he is much more demanding; wanting to hold your hand, interlock your fingers, almost to the point of cuddling, and tracing his fingers across any tattoos you might have.

When he’s under some sort of influence this is increased tenfold and he would just dump his whole body on you like a weighted blanket, the weight of him a bit suffocating but also comforting.

If he’s too revved up to stay still beside you, he would play-punch you, hopping on light feet, and which would eventually lead to a play-fight. Who’d win depended on how irritated you’d be with him, and if you’d let him win or not.

Eddie likes to argument about things, but in a banter-kind-of-way. Whether it be music, which he’s especially passionate about, or the best ways to get high or drunk. You’d call each other things like fucker, prick, idiot, and twat, but in an endearing way.

He’s a cheeky motherfucker — and he knows you love it though.

Eddie’s favourite thing to spend time with you is to put on some of his favourite music and sing along to it, having a karaoke party all by your own; or to spend a day out, either walking around the woods or driving around in his van; or to get high and just laugh at stupid shit together.

Let’s be honest, everything he does with you is Eddie’s favourite thing. He’s happy to spend any time with you, no matter what you do together.

Eddie would always drag you to his concerts (if you weren’t already part of the band) and you loved to see him perform.

You’d often help with getting him ready, both with preparing his equipment and his outfits.

You introduced him to eyeliner and he’s been obsessed with it ever since. He always gets you to do it for him, straddling his hips to gingerly hold his face as you applied the makeup. He loves the intimacy and how beautiful you make him look.

Your conversations are always interesting, ranging from the silliest things, such as how melons are considered berries, to the important and big things in life, like future plans. Sometimes you’re just quipping back and forth petty retorts, sarcastic and witty with your banter. You’re always entertained in each other’s company.

With how much time the two of you spend together and how you clung to each other, people would often assume you were a couple. You’d just deny them, saying you two are friends, which the rest of your friends rightfully doubted. Or, if they seemed to be having a problem with it, Eddie and you would fuck with them and be even more affectionate with each other.

It didn’t help people’s assumptions either that Eddie loved nicknames. He’d go around addressing you with hot stuff, handsome, good looking, and his favourite, pretty boy.

He’d be in the middle of a band practice, pausing to call to you:

“Hey, handsome, would you kindly turn the speaker up? Can’t even hear my guitar over the drums.”

You’d just nod and comply without a second thought, while the other bandmates stared at the two of you.

“What?” Eddie asked.

“You just called y/n handsome. Is anything going on between you?”

“No? I just stated a fact. Don’t you consider him good looking?”

“Didn’t say that.”

“Yeah? Then there you have it.”

“Stop bullying them, Eddie.”

“What’d you say, hot stuff?”

He’s a prick, and he knows it, by the cheeky grin he always sent you. He loved fucking with people like that, and implying things that weren’t happening, almost like it was a hobby of his. You admired the commitment though.

Sometimes you’d retort with your own flirty nicknames, turning the conversation into a competition of who could out-flirt the other.

At the end of the day, Eddie is glad to have you in his life, always looking forward to the next time you’d see each other.

And he’d often want to go to sleep with you beside him, cuddling or not. Just your mere presence calmed him and allowed him to sleep peacefully without the help of weed or alcohol.

All in all, you are happy in each other’s company and had a deep connection, something that extended the normal restrictions of friendships and relationships. It doesn’t matter what you labeled it as, as long as Eddie and you were happy.

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thewordswewrite · 2 years

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My Knight In Shining Converse

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary | You turned to see Eddie holding his hands behind his back and rocking on his heels. “So,” He starts, “I suppose thanks are in order.” He bows extravagantly, a grin on his face. “My knight in shining…converse?”

You roll your eyes, nodding your head, “Sure thing, Munson. Just keep your societal declarations to a minimum during lunch, yeah?”

Or five times you unknowingly stand up for Eddie Munson and one time he knowingly stands up for you.

Warnings | derogatory language, violence, explicit smut, abusive parents

W/C | 6,820

A/N | It’s official I’m hopping on the Eddie train!! Here’s a little bit of fluff and smut to tide you over until vol. 2 -smoe<33

Donations | Link

Your thoughts are consumed by the book grasped in your hands, the words of your friends being drowned out by the unfortunate life of Danny Torrance. Despite the loud bustling of the cafeteria, you were able to keep your focus on the unfolding story of the Overlook Hotel. Johnny axed down the door keeping him from Wendy-

Behind you, Eddie Munson stomped up onto his lunch table and began to rant. “As long as you’re into band or science or…parties,” his volume suddenly increased drastically as he formed a cone around his mouth with his hands. “Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!”

“You want something, freak?” Jason yelled from across the room, angrily pushing back his seat.

No one knew much about Eddie other than the fact that he ran the Hellfire Club and occasionally sold you, and the majority of Hawkins High’s student body, drugs, especially now since Reefer Rick’s departure to the state prison. Jason, on the other hand, was the school’s golden boy: goes to church on Sundays, dated the captain of the cheer squad, and was an adamant opposer of one Eddie Munson. You didn’t know either of the boys exceedingly well but you were more partial to Eddie considering your ‘arrangement’.

You sighed knowing that, depending on Eddie’s response to Jason, things would either die down or escalate immeasurably. How you managed to have the same lunch period as the two most attention-seeking boys at your school, you’d never know but you wanted nothing more than to spend your thirty minutes of free time reading your book and their daily fight was hindering that.

“It’s forced conformity…that what’s killing the kids!” Eddie yelled, jumping from his table to the floor directly in front of Jason, eyeing him up. Worst case, Jason would deck Eddie, leading to a full-on brawl but best case, they would devolve into a screaming match. Neither was something you wanted to deal with.

You angrily snapped your book shut, a napkin marking your spot, and stood from your seat. During freshman year, you wouldn’t even think about doing what you were about to do but as a Senior you couldn’t help but not give a fuck anymore. It also helped that you knew just about anyone who’s ever struggled academically as a result of your tutoring business. Being top of your class wasn’t a coveted spot but if you were going to escape Hawkins, Indiana, it needed to be yours, as well as any money you could scrounge up along the way.

As you reach the two boys, you grabbed Eddie’s upper arm and pulled him behind you. “Whoah, whatcha doin there?” Eddie laughed but you keep your eyes on Jason.

You trained your face into blank indifference and pointed your finger into the middle of his chest. “Listen to me, Jason, I get thirty minutes of peace a day and I don’t want to spend it listening to you,” You lowered your voice so that only the two of you could hear. “I already spent two fucking hours explaining basic calculus to you after school yesterday, so trust me, I’ve had my fill.” Jason blinked and looked away before he scoffed, pushing past you and Eddie alike but thoroughly knocking you into him on his way out. Eddie’s hands came to your waist to steady you but quickly pulled back.

You turned to see Eddie holding his hands behind his back and rocking on his heels. “So,” He starts, “I suppose thanks are in order.” He bows extravagantly, a grin on his face. “My knight in shining…converse?”

You roll your eyes, nodding your head, “Sure thing, Munson. Just keep your societal declarations to a minimum during lunch, yeah?” You don’t wait for a response as you walk past him back to your table, your forgotten book awaiting you.

“Anything for the great protector!”

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It had been a week since the altercation between Eddie and Jason and surprisingly, since then, Eddie had kept to his word and stayed out of trouble, or at least any trouble during lunch. The week had been taxing, leaving you with little time to relax and no weed left in your stash. The days went on as you tried to last without a restock but your inability to relax before sleep left you drained and irritable.

When lunch finally rolled around, you had tried to sleep through the period, your head rested in your crossed arms but the noise from around you seeped into your brain. You felt the beginnings of tears prink your eyes at your exhaustion and forced yourself to swallow them. You needed to sleep tonight and if it was weed that you needed, you were just going to have to get it.

You stayed in your sleeping position until the bell rang where you shot up and immediately made your way to Eddie with one goal in mind. “Yo, Munson!” You called stopping him and the rest of Hellfire in their tracks.

“Well, if it isn't my knight!” Eddie grinned, while the boys around him stared. “What can I do for you?”

“Meet me after school in our usual spot,” You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your palm. “You know what I want.” The other Hellfire boys either whooped in congratulations for their leader or were in complete denial about you even speaking to him. Either way, you didn’t care as long as he got you the drugs. You needed to sleep.

“I’ll be there!” He always seemed to be calling after you.

_ _ _

You sat waiting for Eddie at the picnic table in the woods, having other places to be. You laid down across the bench of the table, your backpack acting as an impromptu pillow but lending little comfort.

“Sorry I’m late, had to talk to the boys about our session this week,” Eddie excused, scratching his head. “I brought the goods though!”

You ignored his antics and took out your wallet. “How much?”

Eddie fidgeted with the bag of weed in his hands as you stared him down. “Let’s go…fifteen for a half?” He asks looking away

“Fifteen?” You ask incredulously. Eddie smiled and stood from his seat, walking around aimlessly. You cautiously removed the money from your wallet and placed it on the table, trading it for the drugs. “Reefer Rick normally charges at least sixty…” You trail off.

“Yeah, well consider it a thank you for the other day.”

“The other…? Oh! Well, that was more for me than you anyway,” You huffed out a small laugh. “I was just trying to read.”

Eddie looked almost intrigued at your admission. “Read what?”

“The Shining,” You replied with a shrug. “I heard he was coming out with a new book and it made me want to read his others again.”

He nodded enthusiastically, snapping his fingers. “Um, um, Stephen King, right?”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to know him.” You rested your head in your hand, elbow now propped on the table.

“Why, cause I’m the idiot stoner who can barely pass a class?” He scoffed, bringing his hand to his heart as if he’d been shot. “I’m shocked. I thought you would’ve been more open-minded than that.”

“No, 'cause you’re the idiot stoner who plays a fantasy game,” You tut. “Stephen King writes horror.”

“What can I say, I’m a man of many interests,” Eddie reaches into his back pocket and sticks a cigarette in his mouth before lighting it. You stand and heave on your backpack, stuffing the weed in your jacket pocket.

“Sure,” You make your way over to him and pluck the cigarette from between his lips. “These kill ya’ know.” Still holding it between your index and your thumb, you take a long drag from the cigarette before placing it back in Eddie’s mouth. You hold the smoke as long as you can stand before blowing it out softly, directly into his suddenly nearing face.

“Good thing too,” Eddie basically whispers. His eyes stare into yours almost unable to look away. Once again he forces you to produce a small huff of laughter and you back away, breaking the trance.

“You’re not an idiot ya know,” You defend. “At least I don’t think you are. Well, your business practices prove otherwise but trust me, you’re definitely not the dumbest kid at Hawkins High.”

He laughs disbelievingly. “Oh yeah? That's high praise coming from you, number one”

“Yeah well, I did tutor Steve Harrington my sophomore year. And trust me Jason is no wiz anywhere but the court,” You smile and begin to walk away. Already at least five strides away from him you call behind you. “Don’t go dying on me now, Eddie!”

“Why not?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Where else would I get these types of deals?”

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It had been a long day. Between an English Lit and Calculus test, on top of three hours of tutoring after school, you were exhausted. To top it all off, you now had to move onto your Friday night shift. Your dad’s friend, Ray, happened to lose a bartender just as you turned eighteen, leaving a spot open for you to fill her place. Fuck Indiana and their liquor laws. Unfortunately for you, that meant long night shifts filled with creepy flirting from old drunks and shitty music by even shittier bands.

Your dad wasn’t the worst person but more often than not he was one of those old drunks hitting on younger women. When he was in better spirits, he was fun and giggly but on bad nights he could be cruel. You tried to say away from home as much as possible and your job, although far from pleasant, offered such an escape.

You had just finished shift change with the morning bartender and started to wipe off the bar when two boys entered through the door. You recognized them from school and immediately shook your head.

“No, you guys gotta leave! I know you’re not twenty-one,” You called from behind the bar. If the police decided to show up to drink, like they did more often than not, and saw you serving underage kids, you’d be arrested, which was something you could not afford.

“We’re here to play,” The taller boy yelled back. “We’re the band for tonight.”

“Fucking Christ,” You muttered pinching the bridge of your nose. Normally it was just the jukebox with the same twenty songs all night but now this? “Fine. You can set up over there, I guess. Ray isn’t here so…” You gesture to an empty corner of the bar. “Is it just the two of you?”

“Nah, our guitarist is parking.”

You nod aimlessly and begin taking orders from the small group of patrons. Coors here, rum and Coke there. Nothing was ever too complicated but the stares and comments for you to “smile” wore on you faster than any manual labor ever could. Suddenly, the door slammed open and in walked Eddie Munson with a guitar wrapped securely around himself.

“You. Are. Joking,” Eddie exclaims as he sees you. “Now what is our very own number one student doing here of all places?”

You sigh, struggling to put on a happy face. “Working. Six nights a week until I can get outta here.”

“Six nights? From when to when?” Eddie looked mildly concerned.

You internally cringed at the reality. “Six to two. Three-thirty-five an hour, oh, plus tips.”

Eddie’s face scrunched up into a frown. “That’s like a full-time job, though?”

“Ding, ding, ding.” You twirled your finger mockingly.

“Jesus, I guess you did need that weed,” He mouthed the word ‘weed’ and slapped his hand on the bar. “So what can I get?”

“You can have water, a Coke…club soda?” You offered with a tight-lipped smile and dead eyes.

Eddie looked down at you with pity. “You really are miserable aren’t you?”

“Wow, you’re just full of keen observations tonight aren’t you?” You mocked surprise, sarcasm dripping off every word. “See, I told you you were smart!”

“Ha, ha. Club soda, then? Grenadine too if you’ve got it,” He requested, sniffing and looking away.

You began his drink when your hand stopped mid-scooping ice and your mind caught up. “A Shirly Temple? Really?” You placed his drink on the bar laughing. “That’ll be two dollars.”

Eddie just grabbed his drink and walked away with an exaggerated sway of his hips. “Keep my tab open!”

_ _ _

The night had been steady and you found yourself surprisingly enjoying Eddie’s band. They stuck to rock but it was all well known and sounded great. Not that you’d ever admit it to his face but you found that Eddie’s playing was far above what you expected. Some of the men that sat around drinking had been there since before you arrived and were close to blackout drunk. You had cut many off hours ago but they stuck around to talk, mingle and cause a general ruckus.

The music from the band had died off for the last five minutes or so and you watched them talk and relax for a bit in between songs. Eddie had asked for some water for the three of them and sat down at the end of the bar. You noticed some of the drunker men start to get antsy at the lack of music taking to periodically glancing over and shooting dirty looks at Eddie.

“Hey, queer! You gonna keep playing or sit there and twiddle your thumbs the whole night?” A red-faced man sputtered, laughing with his buddy.

Eddie opened his mouth to retort but you beat him to it. “Hey! You can shut the fuck up with that kind of talk you hear me?” You slammed your hand on the bar, making everyone in the bar jump and stop talking.

“So, what? This fairy belong to you or something?” The man tried again.

“That’s it. Get the fuck out. Now!” Your voice was booming and hard as steel as you pointed to the door.

“What are you gonna do to make me, bitch?”

You angrily threw down the towel that had been resting on your shoulder and rounded the bar, practically stomping as you went. When you reach the man, you shove him, full strength, off the bar stool. The man toppled over and his friend stood at attention.

“Either of you lay a hand on me and you’re gonna be banned and arrested,” You threatened. “Now get out!” The men finally gave in to your yelling and threats, spitting on the ground as they left.

“Woah there,” Eddie chuckled nervously. “Thanks and all but you didn’t have to do that.” He said, clearly embarrassed. He was fidgeting with his rings, twisting and sliding them on and off.

“Yeah well, they were pissing me off anyway.” You tried to reason.

“Still though.”

You headed back around the bar towards the cash register and began to ring up his tab. “Not to kick you out too but I think it’d be best if you leave for the night,” You smiled sincerely and handed him his receipt. “I don’t put up with that bullshit though, ever. You coulda been anyone.”

Eddie chuckled. “I guess you’re right. I am me, though.”

“Yeah you are, a real shit-starter,” You flicked his shoulder and he feigned injury. “You guys did sound good tonight, though. I was especially surprised by you.”

His eyes lit up at your admission and you softened slightly seeing a light blush cover his cheeks. “Little old me?”

“Yeah, yeah. Go home Munson,” You pathetically shoved him in the direction of the door. Eddie smiled and gave you another bow on his way out while his bandmates teased him. You got back to the bar and saw his paid tab and an extra twenty lying there and marked as ‘tip’ on the receipt.

You smiled and pocket the cash.

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For once your school day was a step above shitty. Lunch was quiet and thankfully you hadn’t had any tests that day. The only problem now was that it was pouring rain and twenty minutes since school ended and your dad was nowhere to be seen. You purposely hadn’t scheduled any tutoring sessions that day so you could finally take some time for yourself but, as the minutes ticked by, you became less and less confident that you would have any time at all before work. With a sigh, you pulled up the hood of your jacket and started walking in the direction of your house.

Most days you walked home, you could honestly say you enjoyed it. The peace of the woods surrounding most of Hawkins was one you appreciated and despite the weird deaths that had frequented the town in the past few years, the locale wasn’t what you hated about the place. More than anything you hated the people. They sucked the life out of anything and everything they could get their hands on. You knew if you didn’t get out after high school you’d never get out. Sure, for some people a life of suburbia was perfectly fine but you didn’t think you could do it, seeing as it drove away your mother and enslaved your father to the drink.

You squeezed your eyes shut and decided to succumb to the rain, pulling down your hood which did nothing more than soak up water atop your head. Gripping the straps of your backpack, you trudged on down the road, paying little attention to the world around you until you caught sight of a car on the side of the road.

“Munson?” You questioned warily. His hair stuck to the sides of his face, much like your own, you guessed. He was drenched through and stared down at his open car hood.

“The one and only,” he chuckled darkly, slapping his hand on the side of the car. “Now, I know what I’m doing standing in the rain but what are you doing?”

Your mouth opened and closed as you looked around confused. “Walking?”

“Oh, really? I wasn't sure considering the…” His voice was littered with disbelieving laughs as he motioned wildly with his hands to the rain falling around you.

“Exactly, it’s perfect weather for a stroll,” You deadpanned. “My dad is supposed to pick me up when it rains but he didn’t show, so here I am.” You considered leaving it at that but quickly figured, if you could get a ride out of him, stopping would be worth it. “How bout you? What’s going on with your car?”

“See the thing is that, although I may be an expert DM, I happen to know nothing about cars,” His smile was self-deprecating but something about him kept him from embarrassment. Whether it was the false confidence or his leather jacket, he was pretty good at hiding his true feelings.

“Well…I could take a look? My dad is the mechanic so I do know a bit.” You took off your backpack and boldly opened his back seat to drop it inside.

“Oh, yes please, by all means,” Eddie threw his hand up in surrender and stepped away from the vehicle.

“What happened when it stopped working? Any noises or anything?”

Eddie scratched his head and was clearly trying to feign nonchalance. “Well, it sounded like hissing and clearly, I didn’t make it very far before it just stopped.”

“Hissing?” You asked, an idea immediately popping into your head. You shut the hood of the car and made your way around to the back before crouching down and hesitantly looking inside the exhaust. Eddie had followed curiously and was now squatting down next to you. “Your exhaust is blocked,” Quickly tapping the side of the pipe to make sure it wasn’t hot, you then forced your hand inside to reveal the blockage. “It looks like a gym shirt or something?” Your eyebrows drew together in confusion. “Lucky nothing caught on fire.”

Eddie laughed darkly, taking the shirt from you and unfolding it to expose the ‘Hellfire Club’ logo and a crudely written ‘LOSER’ onto the front. He balled up the shirt and threw it to the ground and roughly kicked it away.

“Well, since you’re good to go now, you mind giving me a ride home?” You asked, trying to break the tension while still securing a ride.

“I guess I owe you again, don’t I?” Eddie smiled and rounded to the passenger side to open the door for you. You smiled at him and sat down, letting him close the door. “So, where to?”

“Umm, Forest Hills…the trailer park.” You sank into your seat at the admission.

“No kidding? Guess we’re neighbors, then,” Eddie side-eyed you but his growing smile stayed firmly on his face. The car ride stayed silent for a while until Eddie’s jitters must’ve won out and forced him to open his mouth. “So, how’s life been for Hawkins High’s top student?”

“Better now that I’m not walking in the rain,” You started, “It’s been fine I guess, nothing new. You?”

“Ah, you know me, getting my way to a D+ in Ms. O'donnell’s,” He shrugged looking at you.

“I could help you, ya know? Of course, it’ll cost you but I’m sure we could get you to a solid C,” You joked.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie laughed.

“I keep telling you that you’re not stupid. I don’t tend to lie for no reason and why would I fuel your ego anymore than it already is?” You crossed your arms behind your head and leaned back, closing your eyes and focusing on the sound of rain pattering on the window.

“Ok, fine. Not stupid, but still Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson.” He mocked.

“Fuck off with that,” You rolled your eyes. “If you seriously take any stock at all in what those idiots say at school, you might as well give up now cause it doesn’t get any easier.”

“Ouch! That’s a little harsh ‘number one,’” Eddie tried to joke but you saw how his previously lax hold on the steering wheel had tightened.

You didn’t want to make him upset, so you tried to neutralize the situation. “I’m just saying if I had listened to all the shit people have called me in my life, I would have lost it by now. I already feel like I'm losing my mind, I don't think I could take it if I cared,” You knocked your shoulder into his, startling him at the contact.

“Well, that makes two of us. Losing our minds that is.”

Eddie pulled into the trailer park and you pointed out your home. The goodbyes were swift as you ran for cover from the rain but as you went to open your door Eddie rolled down his window.

“Keep it moving, Munson!” You yelled trying to stop whatever he was about to say.

Eddie simply laughed and jerked his arm out the window, pointing accusingly at you. “Be careful, I know where you live now!”

You watched as he drove off and smiled softly to yourself. Shaking your head, you stepped inside.

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The whole student body had been electric with energy in anticipation for the championship basketball game. The event was a town-wide ordeal, making Ray close the bar for the night and no one to book any tutoring. It meant that you had nowhere to be, no one to see, and more importantly, nowhere to go. Sure, the game was an option, but that type of stuff was never really your scene and the loud screaming from the crowd as well as the general touching involved within the packed gym didn't sound all that appealing either. The idea of going home was the worst thing you could think of but what choice did you have?

“Hey, what are you guys doing after school today?” You asked hopeful for one of your friends to want to stay in.

“Going to the game. What are you doing?” Your friend Margaret scoffed.

“Well, I was hoping-” You were quickly cut off by the snickering around you and turned to look where the group discretely pointed to.

You watched as Eddie went around to people, trying and failing to engage them in conversation. It was a stomach-dropping sight because you knew what it was like to be on the receiving end. His charisma may have entertained you but to many, he was nothing more than a ‘freak’. Your throat knotted as you watched him walk up to your group, a sinking feeling rooting itself inside you.

“Ladies!” He clapped his hands, looking around expectantly, gaze landing on you last. “Number one,” He smiled, before returning his attention to the rest of the group. “Would any of you care to join Hellfire for a night of excitement and the amazing storytelling skills of yours truly?” Eddie held out his arms, presenting the opportunity.

“Yeah, right, freak!” Margaret called from behind you. “He’s not serious, is he?” She whispered in your ear.

You looked up to see that Eddie's smile hadn’t dropped completely but had dimmed, turning tight and insincere. Your mouth opened and closed, at a loss for words. You could feel your friend’s stares on you as you matched Eddie’s gaze. Mind finally made up, you turned to your friends whilst taking a step back towards Eddie. “I’m not going to the game, guys. See you Monday?”

Your friends looked scandalized but nodded nonetheless. They might not talk to Eddie, but you’d been by each other’s sides since Freshman year; they weren't going anywhere. You felt a hand touch your shoulder and you spun around to see Eddie flashing you the brightest grin you’ve ever gotten from him.

“Not going to the game?” He asked, excited.

“I wasn’t going anyway. Plus, I’m not trying to go home until my dad passes out drunk. This is for me, not you.” You replied, hand in his face as you walked past him. The Hellfire Club was never on your list of things to join for college apps but, now that the opportunity presented itself, you found that you were mildly excited to be thrust into the world of Eddie Munson.

“I totally believe every word you’re saying,” Eddie laughed.

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The session was fun. You didn’t want to admit it but when you watched Erica Sinclair roll that nat twenty and everyone burst into cheers, your heart swelled. Even Eddie clapped, despite the group beating his campaign. Despite him being friends with way too many children, in your opinion, you found it sweet how he guided them through the game in order for the most fun to be had. The game had ended no longer than five minutes ago but you were already overcome with yawns as the adrenaline of the game wore down.

“So, how was your first D&D session?” Eddie walked up and stood shoulder to shoulder with you as the others packed up.

“It beats sitting at home and being around my dad,” You sighed with false boredom.

Eddie tsked and looked away, his arms crossed. “Alright, sure.”

“You do owe me a ride now, Munson,” You said, leaning into him from where you stood. “I’m not walking home this late.”

Eddie gasps in disgust. “Why, I would never leave a lady to walk home in the dark! Your chariot awaits,” He bent at the waist bowing for you. He held the door, forcing you to walk under his arm to exit the room, and smiled down at you as you went. You walked slightly in front of him, while he hung back, letting you take the lead towards his car.

“Did you ever catch who stuffed that t-shirt in your exhaust?” You wondered.

“What do you mean ‘catch’? There’s literally only one person it could be.”

“Jason Carver?” You called out, mocking his unsaid accusation.

He took an extra few steps and spun on his heel so he was walking backward, facing you. “Who else?”

“You act like he’s got it out for you or something,” You smirked at him. “Or are you just obsessed?”

“No! If anything he’s obsessed with me.”

You laughed and opened the passenger side door of his car to take a seat. You watched as Eddie leaned over to look through the back windshield, pulling out of the parking lot. You watched the muscles in his neck pull taught and flex as he navigated behind you. Shaking your head, you turn back towards your bag and pretend to look through it for your keys. What the fuck?

The journey is made in comfortable silence and accompanied by the passing of a joint, the smoke flying through the open windows and into the night air. It wasn’t long until the familiar sight of Forest Hills came into view and you knew the peace was over. Eddie drove up to the front of your house, just like the last time he drove you home a couple of weeks ago. This time, you walked around to the driver's side and rested your hand on the roof of the car, leaning down to talk to Eddie.

“Did you really have a good time?” He asked, face barely an inch from yours.

Your head was fuzzy with warmth and you stared into his eyes. Recklessly, you decided to coast your lips along from where they were nearing his mouth to rest at his cheek. You planted a soft kiss on him and pulled back slowly. His eyes stayed locked on yours and followed you as you turned away and walked up the steps to your trailer.

“Yeah, Eddie, I did.”

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Today was the day. You had applied to tons of schools across Indiana but only one out-of-state and this one was the one you had been waiting for: Penn State. All you could wish for was an acceptance letter and a hefty scholarship to go along with it or you could kiss your escape goodbye. You bounded up the steps to your mailbox and practically ripped the top open in search of your letter but found it empty. The mail is always there by the time you get home, there’s no way you could’ve missed it.

Your chest began to heave as you opened the screen door; your nightmares came true as you saw an envelope gripped in the hand of your father. You didn’t even put down your backpack before he began to raise his voice. “You tryna leave? Like your…mother?” He slurred out.

“No..no I-I was just curious to see if I could get in,” You rambled, eyes downcast.

Your father’s hand came across your face hot and fast forcing tears to spring to your eyes. “Don’t you lie to me,” He took a long gulp of beer and threw the empty glass down, shattering it at your feet. “You want to leave just like your whore mother!” He roared.

You had begun to back up towards the door, trying to make your escape until he could sleep off the liquor. “No, I promise. I would never!”

As your hand reached the doorknob and you began to turn it, your father's fingers seized a fistful of your hair. His sweaty fingers gripped hard and thrust you back through the door. The step down caused you to lose your balance and his fingers released you to fall down the steps into the dirt. You could see your neighbors look on through their windows but do nothing to help as tears streaked down your throbbing face.

Your father shook his fistful of your letter and threw it down next to you. “Don’t you ever come back to this house again, you hear?” He yelled. “You wanna leave? Leave!” He slammed the door behind him and you looked over to the envelope next to you.

Despite the crinkled paper, your eyes reached the one word you hoped for: ‘Congratulations’. Handprints firmly etched into your cheek, scrapes on your knees and you still smiled, sobs wracked your body, not from sadness, but from relief.

With a single location in mind, you picked yourself up and held the letter to your chest, wanting to share the moment with one person. His house was only a five-minute walk away but you suddenly found yourself nervous to be standing at his front door. Steeling yourself, you sucked in a ragged breath through your nose and wiped your tears before pounding your hand against the door.

“Hold on!” You heard Eddie’s voice from inside and your grip on the letter tightened.

Suddenly, the door was yanked open and an annoyed Eddie was staring down at you. His expression shifted rapidly as his eyes scanned you from top to bottom before landing back on the handprint on your face. He sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled your name in concern. Eddie held out his arms in offering and finally, unable to hold it together, a sob escaped your lips and you leaned into his outstretched arms, burying your face in his shoulder.

The crying quickly turned into wet laughter, “I got in,” you heaved. He pulled back but still held your arms as he stared at you. “I got into Penn State and they’re covering seventy-five percent tuition.”

Eddie smiled warily but his hand ghosted up to your cheek before moving back down and settling near your neck. “That’s amazing but…who did this to you?”

“My dad, he kicked me out…but it doesn't matter cause I have all my money in the bank and I got in!” You waved the letter in his face, nearly hysterical. In excitement, you grabbed the sides of his head and kissed him hard on the mouth, your teeth knocking together, but you didn’t care, not at that moment.

“Wha-” Eddie pulled back and stared at your grinning face.

“You’re the only person I can think of that I would want to share this with right now,” You spoke softly.

Eddie searched your eyes and seemed to find what he was looking for when he surges forward and captures your lips with his own. The kiss was hot, wanting–no, needing. Eddie guided you into his trailer, lips never leaving yours. You let go of his face to drop your bag and shoved the letter inside before quickly returning to him.

You went to reach for his face but his hands found your hips and kept you at arm's length. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, his face serious.

“I’ve never been more sure.”

With your assurance, he pulled your body flush with his and wrapped himself around you. He dropped his face down to your throat, singing your praise and sinking his teeth in along your jaw. He kept mumbling into your skin but the words are lost under your flesh where you can feel them buzzing with anticipation. Your hips ground into his and you can feel him already hard through his jeans. When you guide your hand down to grope him through his pants, he melts like wax against you, hot and pliable.

His groans shape the fuzzy outline of words into your mouth and you suddenly felt your legs go weak. “Bedroom,” You gasped. “Now.”

He planted one last kiss on you and turned around, keeping a hold of your hand as he led you through the hallway to his room. Eddie pulled you through the door as you shut it behind you with your foot. The room was messy and smelled of weed, trash littered the floor, and ashtrays still smoked, but you smiled at the sight of his guitar delicately hung up on the wall.

Eddie smiled sheepishly and looked around. “Sorry, I wasn’t really expecting to bring any girls in here anytime soon.”

You only laughed and pushed him gently towards the bed. The backs of his legs hit the edge and he sat, spreading his legs so they rested on either side of your thighs and you leaned into his space. Your fingers traced up the back of his neck, dragging them through his hair. Eddie shivered, the vibration traveling down his shoulders to his toes. His bottom lip was trapped between your teeth and you pulled as you leaned back from him, before letting go.

You let your fingertips play at the hem of your shirt while Eddie watched entranced. Slowly you brought your shirt above your head, dropping it to the floor, and quickly moved to do the same to his. Still clad in his jeans, you loop your finger through the belt loop and kiss his pulse point. “I want these off.”

Eddie nodded and happily obliged, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off while you slid your hands along the hard planes of his stomach. You felt his fingers press into you, gripping at the softness of your chest as you got drunk off the smoothness of his skin. You both scrambled to claim new parts of one another with your touch. Soon you’re both stripped of clothing, bare before each other.

You ached to feel his hips pinned under your own and for the sounds you desperately wanted to hear be ripped from his throat in ecstasy. You continued your attack on his mouth and tugged sharply on his hair, forcing him to look at you.

He looked up at you then, eyes blown wide and panting. “I uhm” He swallows thickly. “I’ve never really done this before so, uh, go easy on me, alright?” He pleaded, gripping your waist. You looked at him confused as he continued. “C’mon, I run the D&D club and am literally nicknamed ‘the freak’.” He rubbed his nose into your neck and inhaled to hide the red embarrassment of his cheeks.

“I just don't get how you’ve been passed by this long,” You kneeled in front of him, taking his length into your hand. “You’re so pretty.” With your words, you kissed your way along his erection before wrapping your lips around him and hollowing your cheeks. As you sucked, you heard Eddie draw in a gasp of air and immediately grip the sheets, trying to find some solace from the cloud of pleasure that you forced over him. He gasped in slow writhe against the mattress, your actions drawing muttered curses from his throat. Before he could finish, you slid your mouth off with a resounding ‘pop’ and brought your head back up to his.

Eddie sucked his way down your chest, leaving purpling bites across your skin until he reached your nipple and took it in his mouth, sucking and biting, leaving you gasping atop of him. Your core almost hurt with need, you couldn’t take it anymore and you shoved Eddie back, straddling him and lining yourself up.

With no hesitation, you sunk down inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you, his face blissed out in awe. Slowly, you rocked your hips and groaned when Eddie’s fingers found your clit, keeping a steady pace as you chased pleasure. You moaned his name and he sat up, steadying himself with one arm on your waist and the other behind him so he could kiss you. As you sped up your movements, you could feel the rush of air that left his lungs stain your tongue and urge you faster.

Your own orgasm you could feel was building slowly, but you knew Eddie couldn’t last much longer, so you reached down between your legs and began to rub circles into the empty space Eddie’s fingers left after he sat up.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Eddie whined, as he came. But you weren't ready, you rode out his orgasm and then some as he squirmed under you, overstimulated. It wasn't until you felt your own climax crashing down around you that you stopped and stared at the fucked out man beneath you. “Jesus Christ.” He panted. You chuckled and slid off of him, taking the spot to his left and snuggling close as he wrapped his arm around you.

“I really like you, Eddie,” You mumbled, feeling suddenly embarrassed. “Like a lot.”

Eddie sputtered out a chuckle. “I like you too.”

You smiled and cuddled deeper into his chest. “Good.”

“You can stay here if you want. Since your dad kicked you out.” He rubbed your shoulder in comfort.

“You haven't even asked me out yet!” You accused jokingly.

“What, that not implied?” You huffed at his questioning. “Fine. Would you please do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” He asked, kissing your cheek lovingly.

You kiss him back and stare into his eyes. “Alright, I’ll be your girlfriend, Munson. And while you’re offering, I’d really appreciate staying with you.”

“Anything for my brave knight.”

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Trans!Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-yes"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"B-both, maybe?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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munson-memories · 9 months

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Eddie picture pack for fics and moodboards

#eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #hellfire club #eddie munson moodboard #stranger things moodboard #eddie munson x reader #bi eddie munson #queer eddie munson #gay eddie munson #eddie munson childhood au #eddie munson fluff #eddie core #eddie coded #~♡picture-packs♡~

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un-named-thing · 2 years

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This is the eddie one from the request.

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'Am I not good enough for him' eddie munson x male!reader

Summary: eddie jokingly flirts with steve and reader get jealous and insecure

Cw: reader being insecure, angst

There I was sitting in a random couples camper trying to save the word. Really didn't think this is how my day would go but alright then.

I was on already on edge. My damn boyfriend was a wanted man. Vecna/Henry/001.. what ever tf we where calling him. Max being cursed. Everything today was putting me on edge. And my boyfriend was already on that list and now he's... on that list agian..?

I was right behind his seat listening to him flirt with Steve. Was he being serious. Just because it was "the end of the world" he thought he could play around. I felt angry but I didn't say anything.

I don't think anyone wants to hear a petty argument right now. But still I was also damn upset.

I sat there, not making a noise, listening to them. If there weren't bigger problems at hand I would be in fucking tears.

The hell does steve have that I don't? Is it his perfect body or his hair that he cares for likes it's a damn child or is eddie seriously just into steve.

Is it that when he met steve he fell in love with him and simply didn't want to break up with me to 'not hurt my feelings' sooo he's just trying to make me break up with him.

Was that it. Did he just fall out of love with me or something? God dammit, why can't I be more like perfect little steve.

And for fuck sake if eddie seriously doesn't love he anymore why can't he just fucking say it.What's he so scared of? I don't get it.

I can hear them laugh behind me. Steve simply trying to laugh off Eddie's stupid little pick up lines.

Ya that must be it. Its the end of the damn world and eddie desids to have some fun an mess around and break my heart whiles he's at it. Really is this his way of having fun becuse if it is jesus I made a mistake.

Ofcourse it's always about perfect little fucking steve. Why can't I just be more like him dammit-

My train of thoughts was broken suddenly when I felt robin sitting next to me. "You good?" "Ya just abit on edge is all" she smiled as she pat me on the shoulder "Well don't worry we ain't dying tonight".

#stranger things #eddie munson #gay #eddie munson x reader #queer #x male reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x male reader

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deathbecomesthem · 6 months

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No Shelter 1

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Partner!Reader | 3.2K

Series Setting: 1999 Los Angeles - No Upside Down AU

Summary: You are Eddie Munson's partner of 12 years. You've been together through everything. You managed Corroded Coffin while they were establishing themselves. But who are you? When you look in the mirror, you only see yourself through Eddie's eyes.

This is a series about being lost in a relationship, and seeing if there's a way to find yourself without tearing it to pieces. This is also a story about being queer and very in the closet. (It's the 90s)

Warnings: Angst, drinking, breaking things in anger, secrets, Eddie will have sexual trysts in future installments that are not with the reader (not cheating), and allusions to smut in this chapter. (There will be more smut in future installments. I don't expect it to be overly explicit, but will use the appropriate warnings when I get to those parts.)

A/N: This is not your typical rockstar story, so be prepared to be disappointed if you're looking for immediate debauchery and cheating tropes. *This story has been posted on my other blog previously. I think it fits better in this space, so I'm moving it over to this corner. In short - I do what I want, and this is it.

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It’s been creeping up for a while now. Possibly forever. It’s quiet and sneaky, somewhere very deep inside. Somewhere you’ve hidden it away, kept it out of the sunlight. You keep it in the deep and dark places. You keep it secret and safe. It thrives in the shadows, it gobbles up the light and good things. It feasts on the happy times. When you see him again after months apart. When his arms wrap around your body and hold you close. Those are the things that used to be a comfort. Used to feel like home. But that thing inside – dissatisfaction - has twisted your comfort. Made you realize your home isn’t built on a firm foundation, but on the moving sands. The tide’s rolling in, and the stilts under the floor are sagging. It won’t take much more than a stray wave for them to buckle. A loose bolt threatens the whole structure. The strong grip of Eddie’s hands, his need for this home to stay upright, is not enough to keep the walls from falling.

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It’s Sunday night. Tomorrow he leaves again. This time for only 3 months. Only. There was a time when his absence for more than a couple of weeks would send you into a grief spiral. That was how it happened, how you became an essential member of the team. It was meant to keep you with the boys as much as possible, just some light personal assisting work. But then, it was suddenly so much more. You were the one that did the bookings. You were the one that made sure it was exactly how it should be, down to a case of Mountain Dew before the shows, and the case of PBR after, and every other detail in between. You hired costume designers. You talked to the lawyers. You made hotel reservations, and eating arrangements.

Hiring Terry last year was a nail in the coffin. The first nail. Eddie didn’t understand why, after this many years, you needed to step down. He didn’t understand why you couldn’t give him a reason, any reason, for abandoning the band. Your argument, if you could call it that, was that you weren’t abandoning them but you were putting them in the hands of a professional. Besides, you had your own project on the horizon. In the way that Eddie does things, he pouted and then accepted. He came to grudging terms, and then it was all fine suddenly. You knew why. He loves you, and he needs you, not as the band’s manager, but as his one and only. His paramour. His light. His life. His home. His everything. His.

You stand in the small bathroom that sits adjacent to the master bedroom of your modest home. Modest for a rock star, extravagant for a couple of kids from a trailer park in the middle of Indiana. You look at your face. It’s not the lines at your eyes and around your mouth that set you on edge. It’s not the way that your once firm skin looks a little looser than it did when Eddie first cupped your cheek and told you how beautiful you are. It’s the way you can’t see yourself in the reflection. The mirror reflects a face you do not know. It’s something behind the eyes. You think if you could get close enough to the glass, you might be able to see a different set of eyes peering out from the pupils that face you in this reflection. That’s not me, you say out loud, but inside your mind. You want to scream it. You want to throw your ornate metal hairbrush and watch the glass crack into a hundred pieces. You want to scatter that wrong face all over the basin in front of you.

You won’t scream, because Eddie is in the bedroom. He’s laying under the quilt that you had specially made for him by a seamstress in New York. It’s macabre and matches the drapes that have been dyed to appear to have blood stains splattered across them. It was fun at the time, but now the theme sets your teeth on edge. Eddie is completely satisfied in his space, his readers sit on the end of his nose. That nose that you’ve loved so well. You’ve kissed the tip of it thousands of times while gazing into his beautiful eyes. Those eyes that you’ve looked into while reaching the highest peaks of pleasure, and the deepest trenches of grief. You know him. Every piece of him, and you love him.

Why isn’t it enough anymore?

Dissatisfaction. It’s the word that swims in your mind when you wake in the morning and when you lay your head on the pillow to sleep at night. The soft silk fabric against your skin offers no real comfort. The big bed, the one you purchased after months of looking for the perfect one, does not hold you like it used to. The warmth of your man next to you, the low hum of his breathing, the whispers he sighs while his mind sleeps do not light you up. They do not make you feel held and safe. They make you feel trapped. They make you feel alone.

His arms used to be your comfort, but now they feel like a cage. Maybe they always have been. Maybe you’ve grown to resent the prison you placed yourself in all of those years ago. You resent the way he needs you. How can he need a thing that isn’t real? You touch the cool glass of the mirror and run the tip of a finger along the lines of your features. Who is she? Who is this person? Is she anything more than what she can offer to him? Has she ever been?

“Terry called while you were still in bed, told him you’d call him as soon as you got up.” You tell Eddie as his slow-moving form moves to your end of the kitchen. You’re pouring coffee into a travel mug, while his arms travel around your waist. His nose finds its favorite place, the crook of your neck. You feel the air move against your skin as he breathes you in. This is what he does every morning that you’re together, he holds you like this. In this moment, he is home. He is safe. He is loved.

“I don’t give a fuck about Terry right now. Where you goin’, sugar? You leavin’ me?” Eddie’s gravelly voice is spoken directly through the skin of your shoulder. He’s leaving again tomorrow for the second leg of the tour. You know that’s why he’s extra clingy, why he’s holding you too tight. Why his lips are traveling along your collarbone in that way that makes your knees buckle.

“I have an appointment, baby. I’m sorry. We’ll have dinner tonight, ok?” You keep your voice airy. You give his wrists a squeeze and a gentle rub of your thumb before working your way out of his hands. You turn your face to him, rest your forehead on his chest and search for any bit of comfort that can offer you. It’s hollow for you, but it means something to him.

“I can go with you, if you want.” Eddie’s voice has a hint of a plea, a need.

“No, you call Terry back. You’re leaving tomorrow. I’ll be home later, baby. I promise. I love you, Ed.” These words are true, and you reassure him by looking into his eyes. You place your hand on his cheek and let him rest there for a moment before pulling away and grabbing your bag and coffee. You leave Eddie, your baby boy, in the middle of the kitchen of your shared home as you walk out the front door.

You have no appointment today. The sun shines on you as you step into the day. It’s bright already and sweat begins to form in the crease of your elbows and knees before you even make it to the front door of your car. The Corvette was a Christmas gift, something that suits the weather of your current home any time of the year. If you were still in Indiana, it would be even more ridiculous than it already is to own something like this. The house is modest compared to the cars and bikes the two of you own, most of which sit in a garage outside of town that rarely gets visited. The Corvette is yours, and you think about how you’ll go about keeping it if – if what, exactly? If things change, maybe keeping the Corvette will be that last of your worries.

You let the fantasies run riot through your head while you let the tires spin through the hills, taking turns like a dream. Eddie decides to start fucking one of his groupies – no, that thought is like a shot through the heart. Eddie tells you he wants a break – best case scenario that will never happen. You tell him the truth – how can you tell him the truth when you don’t know what the truth is?

You think about sitting down with Eddie, your best friend and lover of over a decade, and telling him that you’ve started renting a studio apartment in the arts district. That when he’s on tour, you leave the big house, and never step foot in it again until he returns. That your skin looks wrong on your body. That his embrace brings no comfort anymore. That you, Eddie’s home, has an infestation of resentment, and it’s threatening to crumble at any moment.

It’s been worse lately, since Eddie and Terry have started fighting. Whispers between Eddie and Jeff about reinstating you as an interim manager if they fire Terry have put you right on the edge of a breakdown. You’ve done your time for them, and you love them all, but you’re done taking care of their shit. Except. Except that you’re not done taking care of their shit. That’s what you do, and it’s what you’ve done for so long. Saying no feels like abandonment. And that’s how he’ll see it, not Jeff, not Gareth, but Eddie. Eddie will feel abandoned. The others will understand. You’re not their home. They don’t need you in the same way Eddie does, as his shelter.

You pull your car into the parking garage attached to the building that butts against the studio. You park in your spot, $50 a month. You walk up to the elevator and make your way to the top floor. You use your key, the one you keep on the keychain in the zipper pocket of your purse and open the door of your place - $900 a month. You walk into the living room where a couch - $300 – sits next to a high-end stereo system - $1,200. You walk to the small desk in the corner facing the windows and turn on the iMac - $1,300. The rest of the space is empty. The couch is where you sleep when you stay here. The kitchen has a refrigerator and a microwave, no other appliances come with the unit. An oven is on your list of things to get, but it can wait. It’s not that you don’t have the money. The money hasn’t been an issue for a long time now.

Every purchase feels like a betrayal. The bank account, secretly opened months ago, is something that no one knows about. You know that you probably don’t even need a secret account with your maiden name attached to it, Eddie never looks at the finances. He trusts you completely. You take care of these things, and there’s more than enough to go around. You can have anything you want. Well. You can have anything that money can buy. He would say that to you, and he would mean it. But this - this is not something he would ever consider.

You sit on the couch. You pick up the remote control and turn on the stereo. You hit play on the CD player and listen to the discs shuffle before the sound of Chris Cornell’s ethereal voice sings out to you from the speakers positioned around the room. You close your eyes and let yourself be in that place for a few moments before you begin the work you can only do alone.

Eddie Munson, frontman of Corroded Coffin, Playgirl centerfold, and recently guest hosted an episode of MTV’s Loveline (where his monologue about cunnilingus was so censored, the station had to cut it completely) cannot stop staring at his telephone. Is he angry? He doesn’t know. Mostly, he’s fucking terrified, but that idea doesn’t reach him. How can he be so sure about something, someone, and it’s not real? How can you, the only thing in the world that he truly knows and trusts, be false. If you’re not real, if you’re sneaking like this, then who is he? What does it mean?

It brings him no satisfaction to pick up that bulky piece of plastic and throw it against the wall. To watch broken pieces of plastic spray across the fine Persian rug that you purchased 3 years ago for $5,000. The cost of it is the first thing that moves across his mind while he looks at the thing. And he wonders, has he not always given you everything you could have ever dreamed of? Has he not held you tightly in his arms and loved you with every piece of him? Has he not sung songs about your beauty in front of thousands of people for years and years and years?

Yes, he has. And yet, you do this. The pain is intense, and it twists inside of him. He can’t allow that pain to take over, he can’t let it touch him. Not now. Not when he should be packing his shit. Not when he should have you here with him right now. You should be letting him drink you in, love you, cherish these rare moments of being together. Instead, you hide. He looks at the paper where he’s scribbled down the address. Terry told him about the apartment after checking in on some odd financial reports. Terry even hired a PI that specializes in this kind of research. Terry is a fucking prick, but Eddie knows now. He can at least give him that.

Eddie’s mind is flooded with thoughts as he moves through the house. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, he just knows there’s something. There’s a clue somewhere. What did he miss? There’s a thought that keeps floating to the surface of his brain that threatens to make him crumble completely. He keeps pushing it back, avoiding it. It hurts too much to think about. It can’t be that.

Is there someone else?

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You stay in your apartment too long. The sun is hanging too low in the sky. The hands on your wrist watch tell you that it’s late enough, and your stomach growling tells you that you skipped both breakfast and lunch. Foolish. You consider calling in Chinese and snatching it up on the way home to share with Eddie, it’s his favorite, and you remember that the apartment doesn’t have a telephone hooked up yet. It’s one of the reasons you like it here so much - no one knows how to find you. You have a mobile in the glove box of the Corvette, but you never use it. Eddie has one too, but the both of you view the devices as obscene, only to be used in a severe emergency. Being a bad partner is not an emergency.

It’s so easy to get lost here. You moved all of your old things, your journals, your music, your letters, into the apartment the same week you signed the lease. The original idea was to have a space to dive into the past. Sophia had come to you with a proposal. She wants your memoir. A publisher is interested in the behind the scenes details of the life of Corroded Coffin’s former manager and current partner of Eddie Munson. They say they want your story. What they want, though, is the story of Eddie and the boys seen through the eyes of a bystander.

What you found when you dug into yourself, into your journals, your old songs, was a person you have forgotten. What you found was something you had well and truly lost along the way - yourself. There were things in those journals that show hopes and dreams that look nothing like the life you’re living. Your face in the mirror is a shade. A person living in the shadows of someone larger than life.

Eddie. Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Eddie Fingers. The man with the diamond tongue. Eddie Munson, who once spent a year in prison for murdering a cheerleader when he was 20 years old and a third year senior. His story is legendary. Your story is a thread within his finished piece.

Right now, you need to get back to him, because you said you would. Because he needs you. He’s leaving tomorrow. He’ll want to hold you close and tell you about how much he worships you. He wants to tell you that, without you, he’d be nothing. Less than nothing. He needs to let salty tears run down his cheeks while he’s inside of you, while he’s searching for his home. You’ll let him, and you’ll search that place between the two of you for some kind of comfort. You’ll tell him the truth, that you love him fiercely, that he’s everything, that no one in the world is like him.

And it will leave you feeling empty.

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You power down the iMac that sits at the tiny desk in the corner of your apartment before clicking off the lights. It’s almost dark now, and you’re cursing yourself under your breath. He will surely have questions, so you begin to formulate a story. Maybe you ran into someone downtown and decided to get coffee. Yes, that will have to do, even if it’s thin. Eddie might think it strange, but he trusts you. He won’t think it’s a lie.

You slip your bare feet in the sandals you left by the big blue door at the entrance of your apartment. You check your bag, make sure you have the essentials, and unzip the inner pocket to bring out the secret apartment key. You unlatch the chain, you unbolt the lock, you turn the knob, and you see the world you know crumble apart.

“Eddie.” You manage to whisper out his name before the air is sucked out of your lungs. You can’t breathe. The smell of whiskey is coming off of him in waves, and you see dried blood on his knuckles. It’s a combination of sights and smells that you haven’t seen since that first year the two of you were together, and you feel your chest tightening.

The tide has finally reached its arms up into the sands of your beach, and you’ve been dragged under.

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skinnywalker · 1 year

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#stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #eddie munson x male reader #max mayfield x reader #argyle x reader #arthur havisham x reader #dean winchester smut #carl grimes x reader #sam winchester x reader #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes x reader #glenn rhee x reader #the lost boys x reader #morpheus x reader #jonathan byers is queer #jonathan byers x reader #jim hopper x reader

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beauty-in-the-brkdwn · 24 days

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URGENT URGENT URGENT

Hello! My name is Britt and you might’ve seen me around.

I planned a big speech in my head but to be quite honest, this has been an ongoing issue with zero assistance from anyone and I literally can’t formulate any thoughts at this point. I’m depleted, burnt out, and I started off with no options and now I especially have no options.

I am turning to mutual aid and crowdfunding to help me settle my April 2024 rent so that my cat and I won’t get evicted in 30 days. I’ve already spoken to my leasing office and property management group and my pleas have gone over their heads. So much so, that I was given this notice on a weekend day to where I have to wait 48 hours until Monday to try and work towards resolving it.

I will also attach the notice that I was given. My bank account is also overdrafted by $100 and I will need to account for that when raising funds. I never ask for help (I often don’t get it), so this is me. Begging. Not asking. Begging.

I need to raise $1300 within the next 48 hours so that this debt can be settled by Monday.

My breakdown is:

$1089 for rent

$100 towards resolving my account being in the negatives

The remaining $111 will go towards whichever bill that it can realistically cover without my account going into the negatives again OR I’ll use it for any fees assessed

I do want to make it known that I do begin a new job in 9 days, however I need to save April + May rent and catch up on every single one of my April bills. Realistically I can’t. I can’t. It’s not possible and unfortunately, I won’t be making 6 figures or else I wouldn’t worry about it. I won’t be able to get ahead or catch up without assistance. If I had immediate people in my life that helped and had help or support available then I’d lean on that but ultimately I don’t. I can’t describe how thankful I am for any help.

My pay information is below and please contact me if something weird happens. I am going to keep this isolated to either PayPal or Venmo so that I can keep all funds in one place. Thank you a thousand times over.

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resident-gay-bitch · 1 year

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We Are Boyfriends

ASK: "hi :) (if i’m bothering you pls do tell me) could you write so eddie x ftm reader fluff? thank you sm <3" - @ilovejquinn

pairing: eddie x ftm!reader

Summary: You and Eddie decide to tell Uncle Wayne about your relationship.

Warnings: i guess very subtle themes of transphobia but not really… like, reader’s just nervous he’s gonna get told to get out or whatever, and there is a mention of people giving him weird looks for wearing masculine clothes, but its not about that. it's period typical side themes of it basically.

You were sitting on Eddie’s couch. You were nervous. You and Eddie had been best friends since like… kindergarten, so naturally he was the first person you had ever told about those confusing feelings about your gender. You didn’t understand it yourself, but you had told him you preferred boys clothes, and having shorter hair, and that you were scared because people already gave you weird looks for dressing like a boy. He’d immediately taken you into his bathroom and cut your hair for you, it looked atrocious, he did not know how to cut hair. But it made you feel all the more better. He also made a promise to grow out his hair, to contrast yours, so you wouldn’t be the only one getting weird looks on the street.

That’s when your feelings for Eddie really kicked in. He admitted his feelings to your face about three months later, when you were getting ready for prom together and your mum wanted you to wear a dress, and you didn’t want to wear a dress and you called Eddie crying. And he came over with his suit and gave it to you to wear, he stole some slacks and a button up from Wayne for himself. You both snuck out the window and went to prom together. You got so many weird looks that night, but Eddie kept a smile on your face, especially when he told you you looked handsome. Not beautiful, not pretty, handsome. He kissed you at your doorstep when he dropped you home.

Over the month since prom, Eddie had helped you figure out that you were trans, and he’s been particularly brilliant and normal around it. As if it was nothing, not a big deal. It was perfect. You were still getting used to the compliments he’d give, and boy did he give them a lot. He’d act like you were a god or something, constantly praising the shit out of you. You loved it, because he was like, the one person who actually made you feel masculine with them. Not pretty, not dainty, handsome… beautiful was still thrown in there a lot, but you called him beautiful too.

Eddie was trotting around his room at the end of the hall, chucking his school shit back there and grabbing his campaign notebook. He wanted to bounce some ideas off you since he loved your opinion so goddamn much. He was like a puppy dog, honestly. A true golden retriever boyfriend. You were nervous, bouncing your leg with a racing heart, because Eddie wanted to tell Wayne. Today. He knew Wayne would be okay with it, Wayne was cool like that. He wasn’t bothered by queer looking people on the street and always scoffed when the papers would say some horrible shit about some gay celebrity, shaking his head before turning the page. He’d told Eddie a few times that love is love. But Eddie didn’t want to hide you from everyone anymore, and since you spent most of your time at the trailer, he wanted to tell his uncle so he didn’t have to keep sneaking you through the window or whatever. He’d promised you Wayne would be cool with it, but that didn’t stop the nerves.

“Heya, sweetheart.” Eddie bound through the trailer with a smile, plopping himself down beside you and leaning his head on your shoulder. Sweetheart always made your heart race, he was a sucker for those pet names, “How are you feeling?”

“Yeah…” You nodded slowly, “Okay.”

He looked at you and narrowed his eyes, “Don’t lie to me…” He smiled softly and smoothed a hand over your cheek, “How are you feeling?”

You locked eyes with him, “Terrified.”

He nodded, still smiling with such sweetness, “You say the word, and we’ll pull the pin on operation ‘meet the parents’, okay?”

You nodded slowly.

“Serious.” He tipped his head forward, eyes glaring up at you to show just how serious he really was, “At any point, it gets too much, we can make a run for it, yeah?”

You smiled softly, “Yeah.”

Satisfied, he turned back to his notebook, opening it up to his latest sketch. A gorey monster with bulging eyes and gross hairs sticking out of its back, “Rad, right?”

You looked at the page, and then at his dorky grin, “Looks like you.”

He dropped his jaw as he looked at you, staring in silence for a moment, “You little…�� he cut himself off by wrapping his arms around you and shoving you back down into the couch, “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenged, “How?”

“I’m gonna suffocate you now.” he grinned and leant over you, smothering your face with kisses.

You laughed, “It’s really working.”

“Are you not dead yet?” He laughed, “I thought you were being kissed by an angel-”

You groaned, “You’re so smug.”

He kissed the tip of your nose softly, “You make me smug. You have to stop telling me I’m beautiful, sweetheart. I’m starting to believe it.”

You giggled again and shoved his face away, bringing yourself to sit up again, “You are such a dork.”

“Mhm.” He smiled, grabbing the notebook again, “You love it.”

Your cheeks turned a little pink. You hadn’t said those words yet. You decided to keep quiet, allowing him to point out different parts of his monster, explaining what it was and what it did.

Wayne walked through the door.

“Hey Ed- oh, hey, haven’t seen you in a while, kiddo.” Wayne smiled, “Nice haircut.”

Your cheeks flushed pink, “Thanks.”

“Thought you and Ed got in a fight or somethin.” He shrugged, pulling off his jacket and hanging it by the door, “Good to have you back around.”

You looked over to Eddie, and he was smiling at you in awe, “Thanks.”

Eddie giggled, “Is that all you say… thanks?”

You shrugged.

“Well.” Wayne clapped his hands together, “I’m gonna hop in the shower before heading to work. You kids okay?”

Eddie looked at you expectantly, eyebrows raised as if to ask permission. You nodded slowly. He raised his eyebrows further, just to double check. You took a deep breath and nodded again. Eddie smiled, grabbed your hand and turned back to his uncle, “Actually, Wayne?”

He turned back around to face you both, “Yeah?”

“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about…” Eddie swallowed, now catching a case of your nerves, “Can you sit down?”

“Sure thing son.” Wayne smiled and pulled over one of their dining chairs, positioning it opposite you too. His eyes had already noticed Eddie’s hand holding yours, so he was pretty sure he already knew what was coming.

“Uhm.” Eddie cleared his throat, “I’m… were- were dating.”

Wayne nodded slowly, “Yeah…”

“B- well, I… you’re…” Eddie rubbed his face. He was never good with words.

“I’m a boy.” you looked at Wayne, and his expression didn’t change, “I’m… I’m a boy, and my name is Y/N, and Eddie and I are together because we’re… we, we just are.”

Wayne nodded slowly, “Okay.” he shrugged, “I thought so. S’why I called ya kiddo the past few years.” he leant forward to scuff up your hair.

Your cheeks turned pink, “Wh-”

He laughed, “I know everything that goes on in this trailer. You acted like more of a boy than Ed did half the time.”

Eddie stuck out his arms as if to say ‘hey, why?’. Wayne just laughed, “Good to see you both happy.” He stood up and clapped his hands together, “I’m gonna shower.”

You both just sat in silence, watching Wayne walk down to the bathroom and shut the door. You let out a deep breath. Eddie turned to you slowly with a soft smile growing, “See. What were you so scared about?”

You laughed and leaned in to hug Eddie.

“You feelin okay?” He rubbed your back softly.

“Yeah.” You nodded into his shoulder, “I’m feeling good.”

“Amazing!” Eddie said in a sing-songy voice, “How about we watch a movie, yeah? Rocky Horror?”

You rolled your eyes, pilling back from the hug, “We always watch Rocky Horror.”

“It’s a brilliant movie.” He scoffed, “Plus. I think it’s rather appropriate given the circumstances.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled, “Fine, put it on.”

He jumped up and fixed the movie before crawling back onto the couch beside you. You had taken the pleasure of laying back against the pillows, and Eddie laid himself on top of you, head on your chest as he pulled a blanket over you. You rested a hand in his hair, sifting through it softly, and the other stroking small circles on his cheek. He wrapped himself around you tightly, nuzzling the top of his head into the crevice of your neck, humming along to the opening title. He wound his ankle around your leg, his socked toes wiggling against your calf and it made you giggle. The sound vibrated through your chest and made his ear buzz. He looked up at you with a dorky smile and bright eyes,

“What?”

“That just tickled.” You smiled.

“Oh… like…” he moved a hand to your side and wiggled his fingers under the hem of your shirt, “this?”

You giggled some more, smirking and trying to pull his hand away. You slapped him on the back and he stopped, giving you a sly little smirk. He leant up to kiss your chin softly. You looked into his soft eyes, and the world seemed to disappear. He rested his chin on your chest, looking up at you as he lay there, hair crowding his face. You brushed some back out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ear.

“You’re so handsome, you know that?” he mumbled, eyes fixed intently on you, “I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend. Carved at the hands of greek gods or some shit.”

You laughed, “You flatter me.”

He shrugged, “Thank you for trusting me… and Wayne.”

You shook your head and smiled, dusting your fingers over his cheek. There was a moment before you spoke, choosing your words carefully, “It’s because I love you.”

His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed pink, all the way to the tips of his ears and the top of his chest. It was adorable. He poked his head up higher, getting a better look at you, staring down at your face to make sure you really had said what you had said, “Really?” He sounded so excited.

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah. I love you.”

He buried his face in your neck, letting out a strangled groan of relief before kissing his way up to your lips. He pulled back, soft eyes looking into yours, “I love you too.”

And then he kissed all over your face, over and over and over again, whispering those three words between every kiss. You giggled, trying to shove him away but you didn’t really want him to leave. He kissed the tip of your nose sweetly and looked into your eyes again.

“You are everything to me, sweetheart.” he smiled, kissed you once more for good luck, and laid his head back on your chest to watch the film.

You tangled your legs around his and held him close, kissing the top of his head, “You are my everything too, Ed’s.”

He smiled, cheeks flushing pink as he held you that little bit tighter.

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