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loserforeddie · 2 years

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Worlds Apart

(Yes the title is based on Separate Ways by Journey)

Summary: You and Eddie Munson had decided to keep your relationship a secret, but still, it was hard to keep his hands to himself when you wore your cheer uniform.

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader

warning: a lil jealousy, moaning, neck kissing, lowkey nsfw? thigh grabbing, secret relationship.

It’s kinda short lol sorry

Word count: 1527

Enjoy!

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As you jumped up and down, your skirt flowing around your thighs as your pom-poms shaked in your hands as you smiled at the crowd.

It was just practice, but your outside practices always gathered a crowd, and you couldn’t say you minded. It was nice to see people getting excited to see you and your friends perform.

All the eyes being on you, watching with such intent. It made your heartbeat a little faster. More excited. You loved the cheering and praise you all got from the crowd, loving the way other little girls would try hard to follow your moves.

And yet, your eye’s searched for one person and one person only. Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip out of nervousness, your eyes searching the crowd desperately.

And then, there he was. A bit behind the bleachers, but his eyes locked on you.

His eyes were only on you, only on your body, as if his eyes physically couldn’t look away.

You smiled at him, winking before you went into a heel stretch, your skirt flying up revealing your skin-tight shorts.

You knew exactly how much he loved your cheer skirt. For someone who hated the popular crowd, he sure did love your cheer uniform.

You saw him smile at you, his eyes traveling down your legs. He may have been trying to hid himself away from the crowd, but he stuck out like a sore thumb, and you loved it.

You and Eddie had been dating for over seven months now. And you still couldn’t believe it, the freak and the cheerleader, who would have thought? Certainly not you two, that's for sure. But, here you both were, dating and madly in love with each other.

You loved how dorky Eddie was, his nerdy and charismatic personality winning you over. Besides, you never liked jocks anyway.

And Eddie was so sweet to you. Always up for anything you wanted to do, always buying you anything your eyes would even glimpse at. He would always have a hand on you, on your thigh, your hand, your hair. He just loved touching you. Anything you wanted in this whole world, Eddie wouldn’t think twice before giving it to you.

God, Eddie Munson was going to be the death of you.

The one thing about your relationship was that it was secret. No one knew, no one.

Well, besides Eddie’s uncle.

You two had decided early on into the relationship that you two wanted to keep things only between you two. Not having it out in the open made you two feel safe and better about your relationship.

But now, now you wished so bad that you could show him off. Call him yours. Kiss him deeply in public. Feels his hands on you during class, oh how you would probably die if he felt you up during class-

“Y/N!” Chrissy Cunningham squealed excitedly, “That was a good practice! You did really good.”

You smiled at Chrissy, nodding your head, “Yeah totally! Oh my god Chriss you did so well!”

As you and Chrissy talked, you felt a hand on your shoulder, “Look at you two! You both did so well!”

Your shoulders couldn’t help but cringe as you felt Jasons' hands on you, but you smiled. “Thanks, Jason!”

Chrissy smiled at him as he snaked an arm around her, “So, what are you guys up to tonight? Patrick is throwing a party tonight. Y/N you should totally come! In fact, I know Patrick has had his eye on you for a while,” Jason winked at you as you mentally threw up.

“O-oh…um no. Sorry, I promised I’d uh- help my mom today. But you guys have fun!”

You Quickly avoided any other questions that Jason had for you. making your way over to the bleachers.

But he was nowhere to be seen, as you checked the other side, you realized that your long-haired boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

“Damn it,” you sighed.

The sight of Jason must have scared him off, must have brought him back to reality, and made him realize that you two couldn’t be seen together.

Your body shivered at the thought. Maybe it was weird, to be turned on by the prospect of how taboo your relationship was. About how no one, besides you two, knew about what you were doing.

But your body felt electric, electric at the thought of having him all to yourself. Leading a double life, as a goody-two-shoes cheerleader, and as Eddie Munson's lover.

But in times like this, you did wish that you could be open. Open about your relationship, to tell your friends that you weren't going to help your mom with some chores, but instead we're going to go and see your boyfriend. Watch a stupid horror movie, cuddle up on the couch as you held his hand, knowing your lips would somehow find his by the end of the night.

You wanted desperately to tell everyone that they were wrong about Eddie Munson, that he was a sweet, gentle, and caring person. That he was the kindest and most considerate man you’ve ever met. That he was so handsome, sometimes you could barely look away from his face.

And it pissed you off, how wrong they were, how they didn’t understand him like you did.

You kicked a rock away from your foot, needing to get your frustration out.

As you made your way over to the changing rooms, still frustrated and still upset about the fact that Eddie had left due to your friends, you felt a hand tug at your skirt.

You whipped around, preparing to slap whoever hand it was away. But only two see to shining deep brown eyes staring back at you

“Eddie!” you scolded, “What are you-”

Before you could say anything else, his hands grabbed yours, tugging you away.

And you let him, his hand intertwined in yours, as you let him lead you away to the nearby forest, watching as his face remained composed but the light in his eyes never faded.

You swallowed thickly, sometimes it was hard to know what he was thinking. Those deep brown eyes never betrayed any emotion that he truly felt. Sometimes you wish desperately to reach into his mind, to know exactly what he was planning.

But maybe that was another thing to love about him, his mystery.

“Eddie, what is this,” you asked.

When Eddie was sure that no one could see you too, he pursues his lips and turned to you. “Sorry,” he said, “ I just needed you to get away from those guys. I just… I wanted to talk to you.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “Talk about what?”

Eddie sighed, looking away from you. “Well for one,” he took a step closer to you, “I really like the skirt.”

You felt a hand come over your exposed thigh, his cold rings making you flinch with the contrast of his warm hands.

He now had you pinned up against a tree, his face dangerously close to yours. So close- in face- you could hear his breathing. And by god, did you want to kiss him.

“And for two,” he said, his voice in your ear, “who the fuck is Patrick?”

You sighed. Eddie wasn’t the jealous type, he truly wasn’t. But considering how your relationship was known by only you two, he had a problem getting a little more protective.

“Some jock guy. Friends of Jasons. He…he asked me out a few days ago.”

Eddie shot back, his hand leaving your thigh as if you burned him.

“What? And you didn’t think to tell me?”

You gave him a quizzical look. He normally was very chill, he was normally the more sensible one in your relationship. Although some may find that hard to believe.

“I didn’t because I didn’t think it mattered. Eddie, I love you. And I’ve never even thought about anyone else, much less Patrick.”

Eddie bit his lip, “So what you’re saying is,” his hands coming back to your waist, “You’re all mine?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, Eddie,” your arms wrapped around his shoulders, “I’m all yours.”

Eddie gave you that dorky smile you loved so much, “Good, because I’m all yours sweetheart.”

His lips came crashing down on yours, and you couldn’t help but smirk as you felt his body against yours. His hands coming to squeeze your thighs before moving to your hips.

As you both deepend the kiss, you noticed just how exposed you both were, in the middle of the woods somewhere.

You pulled back, but Eddie just used that as an excuse to attack your neck.

“Eddie,” you hated how his name came out in a moan, “Eddie, we should go back to your house. Yeah? I can…” you let out another moan as he bit down on your neck.

You could feel Eddies smirk on your skin, “You can show me what, sweetheart?”

You bit you lip, hard, before saying, “I can show you a few new moves. But some I learned only for you.”

Eddie’s face shot back from your neck, looking into your eyes.

“God,” he said breathlessly, “I love you.

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A little short I know, but it’s my first story for this blog so I hope you like it :)

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overcaffeinated-underwhelmed · 3 months

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aight y’all…

i’m p crossed rn and had a thought as i mindlessly swipe thru tinder bc why not

and like what if i made my bio “nobody hot ever likes me… prove me wrong” and it seems so shallow but makes me giggly

and it feels so eddie!coded, but like reverse.

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after smoking w his bandmates after a gig, the group sits around, passing a bowl, and discussing the wonderful world of online dating. gareth raves about this super hot chick that matched with him on tinder, he's totally into her even though their conversation has simply consisted of him saying "hey!" and her replying "hi." jeff tells him he's being stupid, he doesn't even know the girl, let alone know if she's REAL.

eddie stays quiet. he has a tinder account, which he made a couple nights ago after band practice, after passing around a (fairly large) bowl. the guys all agreed to create tinder profiles. they all laughed about what they were going to put in their bio. gareth thought something (definitely inappropriately) funny was the way to go. jeff thought something (sickly) sweet and heartfelt was the only way to get matches. the two bickered back and forth like an old married couple for far too long.

eddie tuned their nonsense out. he thought to himself and decided something simple and straight to the point was enough. it's not like he even wanted to create this account, right? eddie built his profile, with photos of him and the band at the Hide Out, him shredding guitar at a band practice, and him and the hellfire guys joking around and laughing. he leaves his bio simple but (hopefully) a lil funny.

"eddie. lead singer. guitar. metallica. dio. ozzy. d&d.

nobody hot ever likes me... prove me wrong.”

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You had been drinking a lil bit tonight. You met some coworkers for drinks after work and had a few. However, when you got home, you decided you could go for another drink. You reached into the fridge and grabbed a cold beer. You cracked it open and took a big swig.

You realized you were still in your jeans, the buttons and waistband digging viciously into the skin of your stomach. You groaned slightly as the bottle swiftly made contact with the granite countertop beneath you. Letting go of your (much needed) drink, you unbuttoned your pants and made your way to your bedroom. You shuffle the tight denim down your legs as you cross the threshold into the bedroom. You quickly change into some loose sweats and an over-sized t-shirt, before making your way back to the kitchen to grab your drink.

You’re snuggled deep into the corner of the couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, knees almost against your chest, feet rested on the edge of the couch. You’re mindlessly opening, swiping through, and closing random apps on your phone, wrists rested on the top of your knees. Some reality tv show plays in the background as you come across the long-forgotten Tinder app on your phone. You subconsciously bite your lip before pressing the pink icon. What could a lil swiping hurt?? you think to yourself as you glance over the first profile that pops up.

You’ve been swiping left for what feels like forever, almost getting bored of the swiping. Just as you’re about to give up and close the app, a picture catches your eye. Your eyes fixate on a bright smile that meets the warm brown eyes of its owner. A weird feeling, almost like a… flitter?.. goes through your chest. You can’t even remember what you were about to do before seeing the picture of this incredibly attractive man on this godforsaken app. You drag your thumb along the screen of the phone to scroll through his profile. Some of his pictures are, undoubtedly, sexy as hell. I mean, who doesn’t find a musician sexy? You stop scrolling and read his bio.

"eddie. lead singer. guitar. metallica. dio. ozzy. d&d.

nobody hot ever likes me... prove me wrong.”

You giggle to yourself, thinking the second line is a flirty quip. Without giving a second thought, you swipe right on the profile. He was attractive, seems interesting and funny, what’s the harm?

A small gasp leaves your mouth as the screen displays an audacious celebration screen stating, “It’s a Match!”

After what feels like several minutes (but, in reality, was probably a few seconds), you press on the icon, obnoxiously displaying “Message Eddie Now!”

“there’s no way that’s true” you type back, pressing send without thinking.

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Eddie lightly gasps when he sees the notification pop up on his lock screen.

“Y/N messaged you!”

He quickly glances around the room, making sure no one noticed his reaction. The guys continued rambling on about the size of the crowd at their last show.

He swiftly presses the notification before it disappears, the screen quickly displaying your profile. Eddie takes a deep breath before opening the chat. He really did not expect to even match with someone, let alone be messaged by them first. He had haphazardly swiped through over a 100 girls that night he created the profile. He remembered how he swiped right on only a handful of girls, not many catching his attention.

The notification made his heart pound in his chest as he opened the chat log, reading your message. The insecure part of him was scared it was a mean joke, maybe you knew who he was and thought it’d be funny to humiliate him and make him think someone like you would actually swipe right on him. Eddie’s mind spins and heart thumps loudly, numbing his other senses.

“there’s no way that’s true” he reads.

He blankly blinks as he stares at the message, confusion clouding his brain. What? What’s not true? he wracks his brain. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize your message was a response to his bio. He initially tries to convince himself that you’re calling his bluff on being a musician, but he just knows that that’s not what you meant. His stomach churns violently as he re-reads your message and scrolls through your profile, over and over again.

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You feel oddly nervous after sending that message. You’re usually pretty relaxed when messaging guys on these apps, it’s not like you expect to find anything even remotely real this way. The intense, new feelings are overwhelming, which makes this entire moment overwhelming. The seconds pass by, feeling like hours, as you wait for a reply. Several minutes pass by without a response. You feel a sense of sadness deep within you as you stare at the dark screen of your phone. You’re being ridiculous. This is just an APP, your mind screams to you, trying to fight those feelings of rejection, loneliness, and sadness filling your chest. Who’s to say he’s even REAL? your brain screams within you.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to push those thoughts as far away from your mind as possible, subconsciously dropping your phone to your side. You feel some of the tension fading from your shoulders and upper back, taking a deep breath in and letting it out after a few seconds. Your body and mind are slowly relaxing, limbs beginning to feel heavy and you focus on your breathing. You can feel that familiar sense of sleepiness beginning to blanket your body, slowly creeping up your body, starting at your toes. As the feeling begins to reach your abdomen, a ding matched with a sharp buzz comes from beside you. You’re pulled out of your trance, hands immediately searching the surface of the couch beside you. Your fingers grasp your phone, fogginess starting to clear, but as your brain fully wakes up, you feel your heart speed up. You raise your phone to your face, unlocking the screen and reading the message that appeared.

“what’s not true? i promise i only speak the truth”

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After he hit send, Eddie’s stomach dropped and he regretted his entire life thus far. Why the fuck did I say THAT? That was the stupidest response he could possibly think of. He continues spiraling silently while the guys around him yell and shout about who knows what. Eddie feels so stupid and like it’s the end of the freaking world. He has literally never felt like this before. He thinks he’s going crazy. Like, what else could it be?

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You read his reply and feel a sudden wave of confidence, all the alcohol you’ve consumed tonight lowering your inhibitions.

“well, if you only speak the truth, then consider me proving you wrong”

You bite your lip as you hit send without a thought. You quickly lock your phone and toss it to the other side of the couch.

Once you actually start thinking about your reply, your stomach drops and you slowly start panicking. Why would you say something like that… What if he doesn’t think you’re hot? What if he accidentally swiped right? What if…? your mind just kept going. You started regretting even opening the app on your phone, regretting drinking at all tonight, regretting pretty much every decision you’ve ever made in your life.

As the seconds ticked by, slowly becoming minutes, you felt that sense of rejection and loneliness begin to consume you again. Shit. You fucked up again. This is why you don’t fucking go on these apps. Your despair suddenly turns to frustration. Why are you like this? How do people flirt? What the hell am I even doing? Your mind keeps reeling. After several seconds of deep breathing, you think to yourself, “At least you don’t ever have to meet him if you don’t want…” which gives you some comfort, but not enough. You spend the next several minutes talking yourself down, bringing yourself back to reality.

Ding!

Your eyes snap to the phone discarded at the other end of the couch. You’re scared to touch it, like it might burn you. You’re terrified. Of what, exactly? You’re not sure… You’re absolutely terrified of rejection. But you’re also incredibly anxious about the thought of him flirting back.

“proving…me wrong…? i don’t understand… I’m sorry”

You giggle to yourself, once again holding the phone in your hands. His cluelessness is almost endearing. You start to wonder if he doesn’t spend much time on this app… or maybe he’s playing you… maybe he…

Stop. You think to yourself, before taking a deep breath. You pause for a second before pushing all thoughts away and just acting.

“well, you said nobody hot ever likes you… and… i’m here to prove that wrong.”

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Eddie chokes on literal air as he reads your reply. Luckily, his bandmates are now arguing about the last campaign and no one noticed.

Eddie literally feels like he could piss himself out of sheer panic. His mind was full of static, his tongue felt dry, his body didn’t even feel like it was a part of him anymore.

His fingers start acting on their own accord, Eddie’s brain still full of fuzz.

“and what makes you think i think you’re hot?”

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You actually laugh out loud as you read his response. You immediately start typing up a response.

“Well, 1) we matched and 2) you’re still talking to me”

A warm feeling goes through your body, giving you the confidence to tack on “also, i think you’re hot”

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Eddie reads and re-reads your texts. He can’t believe what is happening right now. A sudden unfamiliar feeling rushes through him, almost making him feel like a teenager again. The feeling overtakes all of his senses. He can feel it deep within him.

This is real. I can’t fuck this up. A voice he doesn’t recognize whisper to him. The voice was familiar but held a certain level of confidence and determination in it, which he certainly did not hold himself. The voice continued whispering all around him. Reply. Don’t mess this up. This is special. Don’t fuck this up. Don’t think. Just do.

Before he could really think, his fingers started typing up a reply.

“well, i guess if you think i’m hot and i think you’re hot, we should probably do something about that.”

Eddie pressed send before he could second-guess it.

Ding! You had replied faster than he had expected.

“we probably should. sooner rather than later.”

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h4rringt0nswife · 1 year

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What happens in the dark..

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．.・゜゜・　

Pairing: Eddie Munson x afab reader

Summary: What happens when Eddie the freak Munson becomes friends with the ditsy innocent girl? What happens when he catches this so called saint of a woman, on her bed, with his name rolling sinfully off her tongue?

Warnings: perv!Eddie Munson, fem!reader, Established Friendship, Innocent!reader, secret feelings, Swearing, Voyeurism, brief mentions of weed, Bimbo reader, reader is 18, probably word errors.

Word Count: 1.2k words

A/N: This will be very brief. But anyways enjoy the inside of my mind :D

Maybe it was the way you smiled at him. Bright eyed and sparkly lips- that made him love you. The way you'd stutter every few words when you'd speak too quickly. Or was it was the way your little touches would set his heart aflame?

Maybe it was the way your hips would sway when you walked, your small skirt riding up to expose more of your thigh with each step. The way you would press up against him innocently while intertwined together in your silk white sheets that made him want you more than just friends.

Eddie was prepared to give you any and everything. You were his perfect girl. Beautiful, sweet, and innocent. You were his own personal flower, he's willing to crush you into sheets of a book and take you everywhere with him. But he was afraid you'd crumble in the pages.

And that's what made it all so exciting for him, tip-toeing around you, knowing that in a second he could ruin you. It made his jeans tighten just thinking about it.

But nothing. And I mean nothing could have prepared him to see you like this. Sprawled out over your bed. Shallow breaths, and small sighs. Your sheer bed curtain, that he'd always loved, draped over your tousled sheets making the scene before him all too pure.

Was this a dream?

That night started off normally.

He had been thinking about you the whole day at school, considering that you hadn't shown up. That morning in Ms. Odonald's class he glanced over at your regular seat to see that you were missing. That was out of the norm for you; your perfect attendance being there to back him.

She must be sick or something.

He'd convinced himself to shake the unnerving feeling he'd had. He put it in his mind that he'd pop by your house to check in on you, and bring some weed to make you feel better. Since that's what always made him feel better.

Driving down your street in his rattling van he'd noticed that your parents' car wasn't in its usual parking spot. He found that odd, due to the fact that your parents are real home-bodies. But he decided to think nothing of it.

Pulling the keys out of the ignition he made his way over to your window with a single pink camellia flower that he'd picked up prior to his ride there, with an ounce of weed stuffed in his back pocket along with his black bandanna.

He made his way over to your window to find that it was locked. Now this was very unusual for you to do. You had always kept the window unlocked for him because of his frequent unannounced visits. And not only was your window locked, you had also closed your curtains. Nothing was visible inside the room except the orangey glow from your small lamp on your nightstand, he knew your bedroom setup by heart.

No big deal.

He'd just go through the front door. The spare key had always been placed above your door-frame and to his avail, he'd been correct. He pushed the door open and looked around for any trace of your parents. Nothing, except for the open wine bottle on the island in the kitchen. All lights were off except for the dim glow emitting from a crack in your bedroom door.

He slowly crept to your room and decided to be quiet just in case you were sleeping and if you were he didn't want to disturb you. Just as he was two centimeters away from your door he heard hushed sounds. Almost inaudible. And heavy labored breathing.

He stopped in his tracks.

Peering through the small crack, he found you on your bed. Your body was faced away from his vision. But the full sized mirror propped up against your closet door showed everything.

Your fingers plunged in and out of your dripping womb while the other hand worked at your swollen clit. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air making your breasts jiggle from this movement.

This was all so obscene. You were exploring obscure places of your body and he was there...watching. He willed himself to look away, look at anything else. But his eyes stayed fixated on your hands. The way they moved simultaneously on your body.

This was disgusting for him to be there. But his heart and dick ached while he took in your sight for his sore eyes. He was happy it was him to be there watching and not some random wandering weirdo.

He screwed his eyes shut to force himself to look away. His mind screamed at him to leave but his legs didn't move. He felt like a dirty creep.

"Eddie..."

His eyes jolted open at the sound of his name.

His cock swelled as he suppressed a moan with his hand. His knees were jello. Barely able to stand on his own, he lowered his other hand to his crotch. Eddie's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he palmed himself.

Eddie imagined it was you, your small hand palming his clothed manhood. Your pink nails grazing it every so often.

“Oh, Eddie…feel ‘s good.”

Your inconsistent breathy moans sent the boy into frenzy. His jaw went slack as he prayed to god you wouldn’t look into the mirror in front of you. He could be caught any second, and yet he stayed. Like a pervert.

He'd gotten too sucked into the moment, gotten too comfortable. He had stepped back onto one of the creaky wooden boards. He quickly hurried towards the entrance door. Cock throbbing with each step.

"Hello?"

Your faint voice was shaky, and he almost felt bad. But at that moment he just had to get out. Anything to avoid being caught.

As he scurried to his car he had prayed to a god he didn't even think existed. He just prayed he had not been caught, and that nothing would change after this unplanned rendezvous.

You hurriedly pulled on your small pink robe and peeked out of your cracked door. Your heart thudded against your chest.

Had you been caught? Was someone in the house?

You checked all the locks before you started just in case your parents decided to cancel their little trip, as they usually did. You tip toed around your living room and kitchen to find nothing.

"Binx?" You called out for your small kitten but there she was. Asleep in her small princess bed. You sighed to yourself and began making your way back to your bedroom.

Your step came to a halt. Beside your bedroom door was a black cloth-like material. You squinted your eyes and the familiar fabric. You'd seen this before, obviously it didn't belong to you because it wasn't in your...taste. But you knew this cloth.

Picking the black bandanna up, you knew who this belonged to. You smelled his scent on it. Your heart raced as you realized,

Eddie had been here.

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contentconsumer · 2 years

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eddie munson is the boyfriend who sleeps peacefully between your legs, on his side with arms wrapped around your thigh - rings pressing into your skin and he rubs his thumb back and forth. head on your stomach, frequently snuggling his head into you & you brush his hair with your fingers as you read

#minx talks #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie #munson #munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things ship #stranger #stranger things x reader #stranger things masterlist #stranger things imagine #stranger things #going feral for this man #u kno he’s so soft for his partner

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movedtolilmouzee · 1 year

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Hey i love your fanficion i was wondering could u write about female best friend reader masterbating in her bedroom to the thought of eddie and moaning Eddie's name and shit but what she dosent realise is that eddie has just arrived at her house and is now standing at her bedroom doorway watching her eddie and the female best friend reader end up having sex you can add some of your own ideas in their to I don't mindddd

𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰, 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱?

𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘹 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴.

(𝙕𝙚𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚- 𝙎𝙤 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 <3)

"Alright, princess. You're home want me to walk you to the front door as well?" Eddie teased snickering when he heard that annoyed sigh and saw your eyes roll. Eddie loved teasing you, your reactions were always the best part, the way you'd either get annoyed or fluttered by his teasing was something eddie came to love.

Every reaction you had made eddie's heart beat so fast, he swears it could pop out of his chest. Now eddie will never admit this to anyone but hes had his eyes on you since Sophomore year. At first it was just to get into your pants but it turned into eddie enjoying your company and wanting your friendship, but now it's eddie wanting you to be his. He's never had the chance to make a single move unfortunately, well until now.

3 minutes after eddie had driven off from your house he spotted your backpack on the floorboard of the passenger seat. Eddie contemplated keeping it with him and making you beg to make him give it back but he decided to be nice and just give it to you. Making the drive back to your house eddie walked in, humming as he walks to your bedroom, stopping half way as he listens to your moans? Eddie thought he was hearing shit but the closer he got to your room, he knew he was hearing those sounds right.

What stunned eddie was that you were moaning his name and calling out for him like you knew he was there. Eddie felt like his heart was in his stomach as he peaked through the small crack in the door. Watching the way you pushed the dildo in and out of your pussy your free hand rubbing your clit, legs shaking while you moaned out eddies name, begging for more. As much as eddie loved this sight he couldn't leave his little lamb unsatisfied could he?

"If you wanted the real thing so badly, you could of asked" Eddie hummed, setting your backpack down as he sat on your bed. Watching your face get bright red, the way you scrambled to cover yourself and apologize went straight to eddies dick. "Who knew you were such a Pervert, Y/N" Eddie whispered as he slide his pants off, setting the dildo aside before climbing on top of you. "I don't mind giving you the real thing but I wanna hear you beg for it."

God you hated how eddies words went straight to your core, before you could even think about protesting against his demand, the words slipped from your mouth. "Please, Eddie. I just want you to breed me." You whispered, watching Eddie smirk as he made quick work to remove his boxers, lining his cock with your pussy before sliding the tip on and out to tease you. Chuckling at your pout "Sorry, babe. Just wanted to tease" Eddie coo'd while sliding his cock inside, one hand grabbing onto your thigh while the other reached up to your neck.

Eddie felt like he could cum right then and there from how tightly you squeezed his cock, like you were made for him. The euphoria he felt was unreal for a moment. His hips stuttered before Eddie found his rhythm, starting off slow letting you stretch to fit his size before increasing his speed. Moans falling from eddies lips as his hand wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing not wanting to hurt you.

You're moans and whimpers encouraging eddie to thrust further, the tip of his cock brushing up against your cervix, forming a bulge in your tummy when he'd push himself back inside, eddie moaning about how good you felt squeezing his cock. "Fuck baby! G-gonna milk me dry, wa-wanna breed you and make you mine!" Is all eddie can muster before his cum is quickly covering your gummy walls, marking you as his.

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warnersister · 2 years

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All Of You

Eddie Munson x Reader Smut

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie is prepared to show his girl just how much he loves her, even if she doesn’t feel that way about herself. He loves each and every inch of you, even the broken parts.

Warnings: smut, fluff, pet names, scars, open heart surgery scars, self consciousness, self-doubt, mentions of past traumas, mentions of heart surgery. [READ AT YOUR OWN RISK / DISCRETION!]

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Eddie’s lips were hungrily on yours, tongues fighting but yours surrendering the minute he demanded dominance. Your eyes were shut, the only vision was that of hypnotising spirals dancing translucently into the pitch black darkness. Your back aches from the worn spring digging into it, but you didn’t care - too focused on the response you got when you tugged start the roots of Eddie’s hair.

His hands were situated either side of your head, one knee tucked between your legs and creating friction where you desired it most, the other supporting the majority of his weight. You both reluctantly pulled away in a desperate plea for oxygen, each of you entranced by the dazed look in the other’s eye, a glistening string of shared saliva connecting your lips and drooling onto your chin. He used his thumb to wipe the mess, licking it clean causing you to inaudibly gasp and arch your back slightly, although disallowed by the chest heaving above yours.

Eddie reconnected the two of your’s lips as he simultaneously unbuttoned the flannel, which he was wearing. You heard it fall to the floor, under the assumption that he had just carelessly disregarded it wherever was convenient.

You felt him lean back, as his arms travelled down to your sides, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt - thumbs daring the venture beneath and make contact with the skin of your hips. You groaned slightly, his touch creating a shocking heat through your stomach. His hands gradually found their way beneath the fabric, also, steadily daring to lift it up and over your head.

You caught his wrists, stopping him from continuing any further. This wasn’t the first time you had had sex with Eddie, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The other times, it was too dark to see one another, or you didn’t take your top off at all due to a quickie in a spare classroom at school, but this time it was different. The setting sun was allowing gorgeous orange rays through the cracks of his disheveled shutters, and a lamp in the corner illuminating the rack of vinyl records he had proudly displayed next to his guitar. The room was bright, and you weren’t in any rush.

“Baby, you okay? You need me to stop?” Your boyfriend immediately asked, pulling back and drawing his hands away in a consciences act of caution. “No, no I don’t want you to stop.” You whined slightly, desperate for his attention in that moment. “Then what’s the matter?” He cocked his head to the side, both hands coming up to cradle your face and caress your cheeks, thumbs stroking beneath your eyes in a comforting reassurance. “It’s nothing Ed’s, I promise.” You reassured, pulling him back into a kiss, to which he immediately responded and reciprocated.

His hands once again travelled to your waist, tugging at the sheer clothing preventing him from coming into contact with your torso. But once again, your hands own instinctively constricted his. “Okay darling you gotta tell me what’s up, I don’t wanna force you into anything you don’t wanna do. Just say the words and we’ll stop right now.” Eddie stated, promptly, eyes kind as they bore into yours. You shrugged slightly, almost ashamed to tell him the factual reason for your hesitance. “Well,” You began, but stopped and cut yourself off, hands moving to run over your face as you emitted an embarrassed groan.

“Come on honey, you can tell me. You know I won’t judge you, no matter what it is.” He offered a loving smile, and you could tell he wanted to crack a joke to lighten the mood of the now slightly-dampened situation, but could sense that this was not the time, nor the place, to do so. You inhaled deeply, finally preparing to admit your reasons for consciousness to him. “Well it’s just,”

You stopped again, evidently searching for the correct use of words. Eddie’s smile grew, patiently prompting and encouraging you to continue. “The other times we had sex were either from excitement or just being horny. But this time feels different.” He hummed in understanding, before continuing. “How so?” “This time doesn’t just feel like sex or a good fuck, this time feels special. Like it means a lot more, you know?” He nodded at you. “Yeah, I understand.” You mirrored his action. “Why won’t you let me take off your shirt then, baby?” You looked away from his eyes for a moment, border looking back into them to see an expression of pure question and almost perturb.

“It feels so special and passionate and intimate and attractive,” You began to ramble, reeling off emotions as Eddie allowed you to do so. “My scar is just so prominent and, well unattractive.” You eventually admitted. Eddie’s expression turned almost angry, but his voice contradicted it - a soft and calming tone flowing past his lips.

“Baby,” He ran his hand over your skin in a gentle comfort. You couldn’t meet his eyes. “I love you so so much. Every part of you. And your scar is apart of you. That scar is the reason I am lucky enough to call you my girl. You, Eddie Munson’s girl. (Y/n) Munson. The girl I’m gonna fucking marry some day.” That was the first time Eddie had ever mentioned marriage, you only predicting that he was disinterested by it and was willing to just stay exclusive in an act of avoiding a law-abiding clause.

“That scar saved your life.” He inhaled deeply. “But if that’s what you think, then no - I’m not gonna fuck you or have sex with you.” He shrugged, and you looked back to meet his eyes as he prepared to speak again. “I’m gonna make love to you.”

This time when he tried to lift your shirt, you let him. Cautiously and recurrently, but still - you let him. He undid your bra in the process, but seemed disinterested by your chest, and evidently appeared more than occupied by the large and loud pink line running down your torso. He pecked your lips softly, before leaning down to kiss every inch of your painstaking past, his lips opposing with the pain behind the memories that mark held.

He nipped, and bit, and sucked different areas of the skin he could see, bite-marks going onto form a large heart in an array of large, purple blotches. “I love you, so much.”

“All of you.”

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sporadically-writing · 2 years

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Being Steve Harrington’s Sibling and Dating Eddie Munson Headcanons

A/N: This is the first one of these I’ve ever done so I am gonna try my best here!

Warnings: None, just some fluff

Gender Neutral

Let me know if you enjoy!

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Being a year or so younger than Steve, that slots you as being comfortably within Hawkins High’s ‘86 graduating class.

Having spent the last handful of years going through the same things your brother has, you’ve surprisingly been given quite a sense of freedom actually. You don’t go around fighting secret monsters two years in a row without some of the rules of society looking a little weird to you. There are much worse things to worry about than who you’re going to prom with or what group you sit with at lunch.

Besides, if your older brother taught you anything, high school kids kind of really suck. You may not necessarily be above any nastiness that may or may not come your way, but you shoulder it well considering that, in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t really matter. You’ve got a tight group of friends across multiple ages that you know have your back the same way you have theirs.

The point is, you hang out with Dustin a lot. He’s practically your nephew and now that you attend the same school (if only for a year), you two sort of fall naturally into spending time together.

It is you driving Dustin to and from said school, that led to your first meeting with the infamous Munson boy.

At the end of one fateful school day, Dustin approached you. You asked him if he was ready to head home and he informed you that actually, if it was okay, he was going to stay after for something called the Hellfire Club. You told him it was fine, you’d hang around doing some homework and get him when it was time.

About the time Hellfire was supposed to get out, you packed up your stuff and wandered towards the exit by the auditorium, where Dustin said the club would be. You got there in time to see Mike, Lucas and Dustin all being affectionately bullied by none other than Eddie Munson who looked up at you.

“Is this your ride Henderson? You didn’t tell me a Harrington was taking you home.”

Eddie would continue to make comments like these whenever you came to pick Dustin up, but you were used to people poking fun at your family name. It went on for a few weeks before you finally decided you would poke him back.

“What’s up Munson? You obsessed with me or something?”

Eddie was thrown off guard by the comment but smiled. “So the younger one fights back too.”

After that you and Eddie would continue the cat and mouse game of who could tease the other more. It drives Dustin crazy and that only encouraged the two of you further.

One day, at lunch, Eddie passed you in the hall to get a comment in early but you kept up with him, refusing to give him the upper hand in whatever game the two of you were playing, and you sat down at The Hellfire Table for the first time. From then on, that’s where you sat, it just felt right.

You got to know everyone else in Hellfire as well, surprisingly fitting in to the group well. You even used that hereditary Harrington fighting instinct to scare off anyone *cough cough* Jason *cough cough* who had anything “smart” to say to the group.

After about a month of this, Eddie showed up at your locker, something he had never really done before.

“Hey Harrington.” “Hi Eddie, need something?” “Well,” he said leaning more of his weight on the metal door, “I had something I wanted to ask you actually.” “Oh yeah?” This ought to be interesting.

Eddie shifted into Dungeon Master Mode, doing his best job impersonating a royal messenger, “I would like to cordially extend an invitation to you, [Y/N] Harrington, to join the esteemed table of The Hellfire Club.”

Smirking, you shut your locker and said, “I sit with you all everyday anyway, I think we’re well past invitations.”

Eddie’s shoulders dropped, “C’mon [Y/N], you know what I mean.” “Do I?” Whether he knew he was doing it or not, Eddie’s eyes took on a puppy dog quality and you caved somewhat.

“I don’t know the first thing about DND Eddie, I’d just slow the group down.” Eddie lit up just a little, “I could teach you! It’s really not that complicated!” Then he mumbled something else.

“What did you say?” Knowing he couldn’t weasel out of it, Eddie said, “Look, you’re really smart, and I think you’d be great at it.”

You smiled, “I’m flattered. And, for the record, you’re really smart too, school just isn’t for everyone.” Then you got an idea. “How about this. You can teach me how to play DND so I don’t feel like a total dingus at Hellfire and maybe I can help you with some of your subjects. We can tutor each other!”

And that is how you two ended up meeting every other week at his trailer or at your house. You would help him out with a concept he was struggling with and once that was done, you learned a thing or two about wizards, dragons and dice with twenty sides. Even after you had gotten the hang of the game, and showed up to the joy of the rest of the club, you would still meet back and forth to tutor Eddie. The progress had stalled a little bit after that however. Teaching you about DND had been part of the reward system for Eddie and without it, things were getting harder. However, it didn’t take long for you to (albeit accidentally) find a solution.

You two had been working really hard on the same concept for two weeks now. Something about it just refused to click for Eddie and you were having trouble teaching it a different way than the way you learned it. It looked hopeless.

That is until, after a bit of a break, Eddie stared at the paper for a moment and then timidly asked you a question, checking to see if he had gotten it right, and he had! He asked you again to be sure and you assured him that he had. After both of you working so hard to figure out a way for him to get this, you were just so incredibly proud that he had done it that without really thinking, you grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him.

To be fair to you, you had been vaguely aware that you had been slightly pinning for him for a little while, you just never really thought about it. But it looks like, you had been thinking about it more than you wanted to admit to yourself. You were both frozen for a moment, neither of your sure what to do.

“Harrington?” “Yeah?” “Did you just kiss me?” “Yes?” Eddie was quiet for a little again, staring at you. He pinched his arm and said, “Good.” And before you could blink he was kissing you again.

You two did very little to hide your relationship after that. Neither of you really cared what anyone thought. The Hellfire Club were happy for you both, Dustin most of all. He had been tired of the two of you dancing around each other. Everything was great, and then Steve found out.

Steve was happy that you found someone to make you happy. However, this was Eddie “the Freak” Munson and what older brother didn’t give the shovel talk. He even pulled Dustin in to do it with him.

Now listen, Dustin may love his Dungeon Master to pieces, but he knew you and Steve first. You were his “mom’s” sibling, his “cousin”, he had to at least say something.

As well intentioned as Steve was, he constantly forgets that his track record with fights of the less supernatural kind is less than stellar. So basically, for most of the talk, Eddie was the physical embodiment of the Knife Cat meme almost 30 years before it entered popular culture.

He assured the boys that he loved you more than his guitar (don’t tell her that) and that he wouldn’t even dream of hurting you.

“Aww, Eddie!” “How long have you been standing there, [Y/N]?!” “The whole time, hon. Nice speech boys, but if he ever hurt me, I’d be the one with the shovel.” “Noted” Eddie gulped.

It was nice to know that all your boys cared about you.

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justasimp1 · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x F! Reader

Fluff

Fable

You smiled, staring at Eddie's glistening brown eyes. "Don't be stupid, he and his minions would probably do something" Eddie clenched his jaw, chewing on popcorn. "It's just a date- And Danny promised it would just be me and him" You sighed, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

Eddie turned silent although you wished he could speak more about his thoughts on you hanging out with someone besides him. "Aw, are you jealous Eddie?" One of his friends chimed in, causing the others to oooo.

"Ew no! Y/N is basically like one of you guys just smarter" You had to dig your teeth into the sensitive flesh of your tongue to keep yourself from showing a reaction. "Stop acting like you two aren't soulmates" Dustin cooed, looking deeply into the TV screen.

"That's weird. She is not even my type" Eddie muttered, trying to keep the burning sensation on his skin away. Eddie glanced at you with a joking chuckle but you didn't return it. You slightly squeezed the pillow closer to you, fighting back the pricking swelling tears.

"I'm going to my room" You mumbled after feeling a bead of wetness coat your cheek. "Bring more candy" Dustin yawned. You sniffled, rushing down the hall, closing the door to your room.

You jumped on your bed, shoving the plethora of stuffed animals into your face. You've inhaled a shaky breath through your mouth. "I've liked him for over 4 years to not be his type" You pouted to one of the bears, mocking Eddie's voice.

You balled up your fist, curling up into your ruffled sheets. "I don't know what I expected" You sniffled, rubbing the salty dampness into your skin. A faint knock echoed from the door. "Y/N you're missing the party" Eddie hummed.

You could feel his stupid grin already plastered on his face. When Eddie saw that you weren't making a joke or moving, he inched forward.

"Y/N...you okay?" He gently closed the door. You bit your bottom lip, getting up from the comfort ball you were once in. "Eddie...I like you. Like really really like you- for a very long time" Everything just came out like a waterfall, you couldn't stop it even if you wanted to.

You cringed, watching Eddie's face and his lips staying still. "I'm sorry, I didn't know what I expected. Just forget it" You wanted to crawl out of your skin as you got off the bed. Embarrassment craved deep inside your expression.

You reached for the doorknob but Eddie adjusted his voice. You paused for a moment to look at him. He came closer and you prepared for a pity speech. His calloused hands cupped your face. His lips tasted like artificial strawberry candy.

Your heart exploded all at once. The pounding echoes through your ears. You squeezed his shirt for support and a grip on reality. "Fuck...you have no idea how crazy you make me feel" He whispered against your plump lips.

You lifted to kiss him again. This time it was more passionate. You ran a hand through his long hair, tangled strands coming undone. Eddie's hands trailed down to your midriff, playing with the short hem of the Hellfire shirt.

You both stopped to catch a breath. "I like you back if that wasn't clear" Eddie awkwardly chuckled. "It was clear" Heat rose to your cheeks, and you drooped your head to avoid his stare. "I'm sorry for what I said on the couch. It wasn't the truth- I just didn't want you getting uncomfortable with their jokes"

Eddie lifted your face by placing a hand underneath your chin. "You're so fucking perfect. Maybe even too good for me" Eddie laughed, emphasizing good. You smiled, kissing him again. Enjoying the gentle caressing of his fingers before hearing giggles and the door creaking.

You look over, the AC was pushing the door into a wider crack, and Dustin was crawling down the hall while whispering "I won the bet!"

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urcuteharrington · 2 years

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i was made for lovin’ you🕊

pairing- eddie munson x fem! reader

summary- eddies been practicing a certain song for you and you guys end up dancing in his bedroom

word count- 752

warnings- none!

a/n- i saw a tiktok about someone talking about this song and eddie and couldn’t help myself but write something cute with eddie. also i headcanon eddie as a total sweetheart<3

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I was laying in eddies bed as he strums his guitar practicing a few new songs he's been wanting to learn. he hums, trying to catch the rhythm and the beat. "whatcha learning eds?" i ask as i turn to face him. he stops for a second to answer me, "well it's a surprise sweetheart, what's the fun in telling you" he says while a smirk plastered on his face as he continues practicing. i sigh and continue to occupy my mind with whatever trinkets are around his room.

a few days go by and all day eddie has been hinting to me of a surprise he has for me, something that has taken him awhile to learn. hinting during class, during lunch, even during a deal he made in the woods. we walk to our 5th period, "can i at least have a hint eddie?" i beg looking up at him with innocent eyes. "that wont work with this one princess" he says as he opens the door for me.

after school, we have dnd club since it's friday, eddie and i walk hand in hand into the theater. "when will i know the suprise eds?" i ask squeezing his hand slightly. "you'll know when we get back to my trailer...now stop trying to ruin your suprise" he says laughing at my efforts to get him to spill.

as dnd club finishes we say buy to everyone and head over to eddie's van. "after you m'lady" he says opening my side helping my in. the car ride back home eddie just talk about dnd club. "i swear my campaign will shock all you guys..." he says laughing, "hey no spoilers i wanna be suprised!" i say as he quickly shoots me a look. "AHA you don't want spoilers right! you gotta be patient y/n" he says smirking. "did you seriously plan that out" i say rolling my eyes as he hums in response.

we get to his trailer and head into his room. "m'lady" he says as he guides me to the bed moitioning me to sit down. "are you ready for your suprise?" he says standing over me with my his hand holding my chin to look up at him. 'mhm' i say as he walks over to his guitar taking it off the wall. he pulls up a chair, getting in position.

"well sweetheart i know you've heard me practicing for the past few weeks and this was your surprise." he says as he adjusts all the cords giving it a test strum. "i know how you always call this 'our song' so i learned it for you" he says as he starts playing 'i was made for loving you by kiss'.

strumming his guitar he starts singing it while looking at me making me blush. i start singing along and i just watch his face light up and his cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. i stand up grabbing his favorite brush using it as a microphone. getting on top of his bed i start 'performing' while he continues playing his guitar and singing. he laughs quickly trying to focus on the cords.

during the electric guitar solo he gets into it, stumming the cords perfectly in time. as the song ends he puts his guitar to the side, standing up heading towards me. i 'run' over and he catches me, placing his arms around my lower back as i look down on him.

"i loved it eddie!" i say as i give him a soft deep kiss. "i knew you would sweetheart, learned it just for you." he says as he looks deeply into my eyes. "can you play it again" i say smiling ear to ear. he 'thinks about it', "why don't i just play the cassette and we can both dance to it?" he says picking me off the bed. i agree and he walks over putting the cassette in pressing play.

he puts a hand out for me as i place mine in his, he kisses my hand and we start singing along. prancing and dancing around his room we end up on his bed pointing at each other singing "i was made for lovin' you baby, you were made for lovin' me".

the song ends and he pulls me in whispering "i love you", kissing me. "i love you too eds, this was the best surprise" i say walking over to replay the tape. "this song...all night" i say making him laugh.

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t-horn-n · 1 year

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— puzzle pieces

PAIRINGS: eddie munson x reader (gender-neutral)

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

SUMMARY: the dorky little things that comprise the enigma of you and eddie.

Sometimes, Eddie returns to the trailer after a two hour band practise, the electric currents from the amps still racing through his veins and the rhythm of his song falling from his lips. Wayne is at work, but both the screen and inner doors are pulled tight against their frame, something he never does. He’s always flinging the doors on their hinges as he hurries out of the morning, perpetually late. Now he enters his home and sees a pair of legs peeking out from underneath his bed. He creeps closer and sees your lightened knees, dry from impending winter and lack of lotion. You lay half shrouded in the darkness Eddie’s bed offers. Your arms spread to their full wingspan, a walkman in one palm connected to the headphones atop your head. You can hear Eddie chuckle over the sound of Axl Rose’s voice and he kicks off his shoes. The soles are caked with dirt and the laces are tinted grey. He shimmies beside you and together you stare at the wooden slats of his bed frame.

You and Eddie ditch last period to sit on his picnic table in the woods. You’re tucked between his legs and one of his hands rests on your thigh, fingers drumming a ceaseless beat. Behind you, his head bobs to an unheard song. You’re fiddling with his rings, twisting them around and around his fingers. You’ve named all of them, some genuinely, others while you were just a little high. Mr Bones is the silver skull wrapped around his middle finger. Darlin’ is a thick band inlaid with minuscule moons, you have a matching one with suns stamped around the perimeter. You address the rings, praising their beauty and babbling about your day until Eddie gets jealous and pulls his hand away, sitting on it. “I’m going to stop wearing them since they steal all of your attention,” he murmurs into your ear. You laugh and peck his jaw.

At 3AM on Tuesday, you and Eddie are sitting on his bed with heavy metal blasting out of his record player so loudly that Wayne has told you to turn it down three times. The comforter and floor are covered in paper scraps, glitter, and cardboard. Precariously balanced on top of the assorted junk piled on Eddie’s desk is the remnants of a pizza. For the past five hours you have been making various props and decorations for his next D&D campaign on Thursday. False stalagmites, a canopy to hang over the table, lurking eyes made of paper. “Anything for your sheep,” you had said when Eddie asked you to help him in this endeavour. “Anything for our sheep,” he had corrected you. In the morning, Eddie woke up to find googly eyes glued to his face.

Eddie is like a crow. He finds things, little discarded trinkets, often shiny, and brings them back to you. You leave to go to the bathroom for five minutes and when you’re back there’s three mystery items on your desk. Frequently, its discarded change. A quarter, newly minted in the last half-decade; a dime from 1961; a dollar coin handled so many times the face is nearly rubbed off. Sometimes he folds gum wrappers into little cranes or a rose. You keep a jar of his treasures on your bedside table, and when it’s full you move it to your shelf and buy another jar.

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eddiesbirdie · 2 years

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Eddie would love his plus sized lover. He will shower you with affection and won’t let you talk bad about yourself in his presence. It’s not allowed.

He would try to help build your confidence as best as he can. He will definitely be using those brown puppy eyes to his advantage.

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miniowos · 2 years

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sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴀʏs ɪɴ sᴜɴɴʏ ᴊᴜɴᴇ. ᴇ ᴍᴜɴsᴏɴ.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 - 𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅'𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒. 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋?

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 - 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿,

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 - 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈! 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍!

You still remember his scent, seeing him in the halls only made you remember how he would hold you. The sweet nothings he would whisper into your ears forever engraved in your brain. His brown, cocoa eyes. And his lips, the way they were slightly chapped but still soft. It’s as if you could still feel them.

June would always be special to you, at least after this summer. Who would’ve thought Eddie “The Freak” Munson was such a sweetheart, he stole your heart and he’s just about everything you think about now. You and Eddie are from two whole different worlds, you were a cheerleader and he was known as a cult leader. Your lives were never supposed to intertwine.

It was a shame things ended like they did, if only you had the guts to talk to him, maybe clear things up, but he was far gone. “Y/n!” You caught yourself staring across the hall at Eddie, a sudden voice breaking the spell he had on you. “Hey, Chrissy.”

Chrissy was a bubbly airhead and she hung out with the wrong people, but who were you to judge? you did too. “Theres a party! Jason is probably going, maybe this is my chance. Hey! maybe we can hook you up with someone.” You laughed at her sudden words, “Thanks for inviting me, i don’t know if i’ll go though, i’ve got homework.”

You lied, you had planned to show up at Munson’s house, maybe clear things out, who knows how that’ll go. “Alright! Show up if you change your mind!” Chrissy giggled and walked away, lending you one last glance and a smile.

The rest of the day was horrible. You couldn’t focus and you kept thinking… about… well, him. Munson had that effect on you, he wouldn’t get off your mind even if you tried. You didn’t talk to many people that day, you’ve been noticing that if you dint start conversations, no one bothers talking to you. You didn’t even try.

Your feet shuffled their way to the gates of freedom, as Eddie would call them, getting on your bike and getting the hell out of there. You made your way to Munson’s house, yet you were scared, anxious and kind of hungry. You got to his trailer in about 25 minutes, your bike dropping down on the grass.

“Y/n?” You heard his voice through the front window, then hearing the door creak open. “Eddie.” The silence was awkward, you could cut the tension with a knife. “What are you doing here?” He had a pungent tone in his voice, this wasn’t the Eddie you knew in June.

“I wanted to talk about what happened in summer.” You were straightforward, direct, serious. He leaned on the doorframe, his head stared at his feet, then up at you. “I think we both know what happened, (L/n). You and me, we are from two different worlds.”

You were ashamed, you remember clearly why your summer fling stopped abruptly, “I’m sorry, Ed’s. I really mean it, let me make it up to you.” He smiled, it was bittersweet but still beautiful to you. “You ditched me for Steve. You can try but it’ll be difficult.” You stepped off his porch, running to your bike, screaming it as loud as you could, “I’m determined, Munson!” he saw you pedal away, a smile creeping on his face.

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