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Prettiest Bitch

Description: you and Eddie have a special way of showing each other you care.

A/N: this is a real life fucking story of me and my partner lmao. Please like and reblog if you enjoy it sweetheart. 

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, mean Eddie and mean reader but it's just fun and games, reader is AFAB, female oral receiving.

Masterlist

900 words

Laying on Eddie's sofa, you bask in the warm glow of being near him. Your legs were draped over his as you rifled through a book that you were barely paying attention to. Eddie's hand is up your loose pyjama pants, tracing soft circles on the  bare skin of your calf. 

"Eddie?" 

"Yeah sweets?" 

"You've always got to be touching me, don't you." 

"Suppose so."

You smirk, pulling his hand out of your pants. He whines like a child that just got his favourite toy confiscated. 

"Why?" 

"Dunno, I just want your skin."

Laughing loudly, you scoot closer on your knees, just shy of climbing onto his lap. 

"You want my skin? That sounds so fuckin' weird." 

Eddie drops his voice into an odd gravelly gasp, the one he reserves for goblin NPCs when he's DM. 

"Eddie wants it! Give Eddie your skin!" 

Before you can react he's pulling you onto his lap, hands wandering up your top and stroking hard at the exposed flesh. 

"You dumbass that tickles! Stop!" 

"Never!" He doubles down his efforts, lifting your t-shirt and blowing a wet raspberry on your stomach. You try to lean away but he has you trapped. 

Finally wiggling from his grasp in a fit of breathless giggles, your rump bumps heavily on the floor. 

"You're an idiot, Munson." 

"Yeah? Well you like me, so who's the idiot now?" 

"Still you!" You flip him the bird and he pokes his tongue out at you at the same time. 

Now eye level with the coffee table, a leaflet catches your eye. 

"What's this? Hawkins County fair?" 

Leafing through it, you hear Eddie's chuckle. 

"Yeah, just a bunch of farmers showing off the size of their pumpkins and shit, it's so stupid."

"But look!" You wave the ad in his face as he rolls his eyes. 

"Dog show Eddie! Dogs! Look, they've got categories and everything." 

He goes to steal it out of your hands but you hold firmly on, reeling off some of the different categories. 

"Senior dogs… there's one for puppies that's cute… oh haha look, prettiest bitch! I should enter." You nod at him and his gaze softens, sinking down to join you on the floor.

"Oh sweetheart" his thumb brushes your cheek as you melt under his gaze. 

"You're not pretty." 

Gasping, your eyes snap back open to see Eddie rolling on the floor gasping with fits of laughter. 

"Edward James Munson! Gonna make you regret that!" 

You straddle him, fingers digging bruises into his sides, trying desperately to find ticklish spots. 

"It was a joke! Come on sweets, you know I'm not ticklish there." 

Grinning devilishly, you straddle him backwards, clinging onto his legs like a koala.

"Nope, but you are here!" 

Your fingers tickle at his socked feet as he writhes beneath you. 

"Fuck, no fair! Stop!" 

"Never!" Your relentless onslaught continues.

"I will kick you in the head!" 

"Say I'm pretty!" 

"Fine! You're pretty, stop, stop!" 

You finally relinquish your hold and clamber off him still giggling triumphantly. 

"Am I forgiven?" 

"Nope. That was really mean Edward." You huff dramatically, folding your arms over your chest. 

"Kiss it better?" 

You both use that phrase. It started off with kissing your knee when you fell, then you used it to comfort him once when some jocks had been particularly mean to him, then it just melded into your day to day life. 

"OK." 

His smile is wicked as he pushes you to your back, fingers hooking into your pyjama pants. 

"The fuck are you doing?" Gazing down at him, he smiles sinfully as he pulls your pants down in one smooth motion. 

"Didn't say where, sweets." 

His tongue runs the full length of your pussy and runs around your clit in a smooth circle. 

"Fuck, Eddie!" Hands make their way into his unruly curls as he continues his apology, suckling at your clit. 

Thick fingers probe your entrance, gliding in to curl in that spot just like you like it. 

"Sweetheart, you're the prettiest girl in this trailer." 

Not giving in that easily, you pull his hair. 

"I'm the only girl in this trailer!" 

He laughs and sucks your clit again hard, making your back arch off the floor. 

"OK," he practically breathes into your cunt, "the prettiest girl in Hawkins?" 

"Better." 

"Fine, the prettiest girl in the fucking world." 

"OK, oh shit, oh you're forgiven!" Moans replace words as he fucks you hard with his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to release.

"Don't stop, don't stop, I'm gonna come, Eddie!" 

He presses the flat of his tongue against your clit hard as you ride his face into a searing wash of ecstasy. 

Releasing in a broken scream, you melt into a puddle. Moments later, a very smug Eddie hovers over you. 

"You are the prettiest bitch" He says, pressing a soft kiss to your nose. 

Too fucked out to argue, you pull him close and hold him. You'll get him back later. 

@munson-blurbs @roanniom @eddiesprincess86

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THE STAINS || EDDIE MUNSON X READER

Based on that scene in 04x07 with Eddie's mattress 🤭

"Those stains are, uh..." Eddie bit the inside of his cheeks. Nancy and Robin looking at him with their eyebrows arched, not quite sure if they wanted to know. Steve kept staring at the mattress, disgusted and certainly not wanting to know.

"Oh god..." Your hand covered your face, ashamed of what was in front of you. Your cheeks burning after watching your friends' faces.

Eddie's fingers were knuckles deep inside you, his mouth working on your clit as your fingers were knotting into his hair and you begged for more. "Cum for me, sweetheart." He let go of your clit with a pop sound just to go back and suck it even harder. Your back arching as your mouth and throat were dry from all the moaning and crying, your grip on his hair becoming tighter. You let out one loud moan, your legs shaking and squeezing Eddie's head between them. Eddie continued fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you squirted all over the bed, soaking his face and his fingers. "Well done." Eddie praised you as he licked your juices from his lips.

He was sitting behind you, your legs wide open as he fucked you with your dildo. His other hand holding one of your thighs to keep them open. The toy had this part that vibrated against your clit constantly. Your hand went to the back of his head as you rolled your hips against the toy, wanting him to go faster. Your clit throbbed and your walls clenched around the plastic toy, Eddie continued pumping inside you. "I'm gonna- Eddie, I can't hold it." You cried out, wet sounds filling the room. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." You whimpered, Eddie took the toy out of you, enjoying the view of you cumming all over the bed as he hugged you against his body and murmured soothing words into your ear.

"Come on, baby. Cum for me, yeah?" Eddie groaned as he slammed his hips against you. Your legs were on his shoulders so his dick could go deeper inside you, brushing with his tip that sweet spot of you. His lips were on yours, kissing you and swallowing all your sounds. Your back arching and your hands gripping the sheets. "That's it, yeah. Good girl." Eddie said proudly while rubbing your clit nonstop, you soaking his abdomen, his happy trail, his fingers and the sheets with your squirt.

"I don't know what those stains are."

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eddie makes you a mix tape labeled:

“songs i masturbated to before you agreed to go out with me”

…

“Vol. 1”

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i've been wanting to read something like this for ages, i'm in love<3

Evil Woman Sees (Big) Red Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Remember in I Touched Banana Bubblicious For You, when Evil Woman had to get gum out of Eddie's hair? Again? Well… what if she found the person responsible? Contains: A rage blackout, emotions, tears, violence, protecting Eddie Munson at all costs, consequences that are totally worth it. Words: 1k

No male teacher has ever denied a bathroom pass to a female student after she says two magic words: "Lady Problems."

You'd used this bit of witchcraft on Mr. Williams a few minutes ago, and decided to use your untimed break to check on a certain crazy-haired metalhead who meant the world to you.

You leaned against the lockers across the hall from Eddie's classroom and angled yourself so you could see him through the thin pane of glass in the door. He'd been stressing about this test all week, but by the look of him, he was doing just fine. He was so focused, he didn't even notice you were there. He was fully in the zone; eyes darting from test to scantron sheet with purpose, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth while he filled in the bubbles with the freshly sharpened #2 pencil you'd presented him with this morning. You know he's got this one.

A movement behind him catches your eye. It's Kimmy Little, reaching across the aisle to pass a note. One of those girls who had everything: popularity, good grades, new car, the body and style every magazine told teenage girls they should aspire to. She's practically perfect in every way. And she makes you sick.

No, not a note. A piece of gum. How thrilling. She unwraps it and pops it in her glossy little mouth and chews with her whole jaw. Like a cow chewing her cud. Wonder what Tiger Beat would say about this?

Your focus returns to Eddie. Looks like he's done and double-checking his work. He hadn't cared enough to do that last year. Or the year before. You smile, knowing he's really trying this time, because he wants to graduate with you. He gathers his papers to take them to the teacher's desk, and you see Kimmy lean forward and extract a wad of red gum from her mouth. When Eddie gets up, she makes her move.

That's how they're doing it. They wait until he moves so he doesn't notice the sudden weight of the gum they've planted in his hair.

She and the girl next to her shake with silent giggles as Eddie walks to the front of the classroom to turn his test in.

With gum in his fucking hair.

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"HEY!"

A yell. Muffled. Ears ringing.

Something squeezing you. Arms?

The arms are dragging you backward.

Instinct tells you to fight it.

You twist. Kick. Boots leave black streaks on the white classroom floor. Your gaze follows the streaks until they turn into… is that blood?

You stop struggling.

Kimmy Little is curled into the fetal position on the floor. Her arms shield her face. Blood speckles the tile around her head and the white sleeves of her otherwise spotless sweater.

The arms aren't dragging you anymore. They push you forward. Help you stand. You're wobbly. Is there something wrong with your legs? You look down to check, and see red on your knuckles.

Oh, fuck.

All of the noise comes rushing at you at once. People are yelling. Kimmy is screaming. You look around the room. The desks near Kimmy are vacant; there's a huddle of students who'd vacated them in the back. People on the far side of the room are standing on chairs and desks for a better view. You try to turn, and the arms holding you give you enough slack to move, but not to be free.

You turn and stare into Eddie's wide eyes.

You feel the adrenaline drain from your body, and suddenly find it hard to breathe.

"OUT! NOW!" Eddie's teacher screams. She points to the door with her classroom phone. Probably calling for help. The cord bounces on the desk.

Eddie drags you from the room without a word. You stumble, but don't fight him. He pulls you into the bathroom around the corner and spins you around to face him.

His hands hold your shoulders. You stare at the Hellfire logo on his shirt and try to focus on breathing. Why is it so hard? Eddie's hands cup your face and lift your chin so you have to look at him.

"What the fuck just happened?" he asks. And then you remember.

A sob escapes from your throat, and he pulls you close. You wrap your arms around him and cry into his shirt. What have you done?

Eddie holds you and absentmindedly rubs your back for a while, until you're able to choke out: "It's not fair."

"What's not fair?"

"The way people fucking treat you."

"What do you mean?" he mumbles against your temple.

You look up through teary eyes and reach for his hair. You pull the matted pile containing gum outward and nod toward the mirror. He glances toward his reflection, and then back to you.

"You tried to kill a girl for putting gum in my hair?"

"I wasn't trying to kill her," you whisper. "Just wanted to smack her around a little… I think?"

Eddie snorts, and pulls you back into his chest.

"It's not fair," you repeat.

"I'm used to it," he says quietly, hands drifting up and down your back. You melt into him and sniffle.

"You shouldn't have to be."

He kisses the top of your head. He may have accepted his fate as the freak everyone loves to hate, but that doesn't mean you're done fighting for him.

"Bet those bitches'll think twice about sticking gum in your hair again," you mumble into his chest. Eddie chuckles, and you hold him tighter.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you, too."

You look up at him and wonder how anyone could be so cruel to someone like Eddie Munson. Why are you the only person who can see how amazing he is?

"YOU TWO."

You whirl around and see Principal Higgins standing in the doorway of the bathroom. You fight the urge to shrink into Eddie's side.

"My office. Now."

You scored a 5-day vacation and 2 weeks of detention.

But you never had to extract gum from Eddie Munson's hair ever again.

(Well, aside from the time he laughed so hard, he spat his own gum into his hair. He's so talented. Dreamy sigh.)

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I Touched Banana Bubblicious For You Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Some dickhead stuck a wad of gum in Eddie's hair, and you get the honor of removing it. Contains: The ol' gum-in-the-hair bit, Eddie in distress, Evil Woman making sure it ends in fluff. Words: 900ish

"Hey!" you announce your presence before stepping up next to Eddie, who's busy trying to prevent an avalanche among the mess in his locker. He doesn't like surprises at school, for obvious reasons.

"What's in your… oh."

"What?" he asks, looking down at you.

You give him a half-hearted smile. It's gum. Of course it's gum. Jocks are not exactly known for their creativity. You wonder who's responsible this time, and how long it's been in there.

"Nothing. You coming over today?"

He shrugs. "You want me to?"

"Don't I always?"

He smirks, zips his backpack, and slams his locker.

"Let's roll."

He drapes an arm across your shoulders and heads toward the exit. You can hear people snickering at him as you pass, but pretend not to notice. No sense in pointing it out now; he'll just get mad and lash out at the first person who looks at him wrong. Better to just get him home and take care of it. You know the drill.

When you get to your house and dump your backpacks by the kitchen table, you ask, "hungry?"

"Always."

"What are you in the mood for?" Maybe a snack will distract him while you work your magic.

"You."

You roll your eyes, knowing you walked right into that one. First things first, then. You grab a glass and pop a few ice cubes into it, turning to him with an apologetic smile.

"What?" he asks… then he takes in the look on your face and the glass in your hand. His eyes narrow, his face begins to turn red, and he kicks his backpack across the kitchen floor. It slides into the hallway and hits the wall. "Every fucking week with this shit!"

"Eds, it's not that bad, I'll take care of it."

"You shouldn't fucking have to!"

"I know, baby," you say gently. "But I will. C'mon."

He stands there shaking for a moment, face redder than the tomatoes on the counter. You wait patiently, not wanting to push him. Finally, he loses the battle he's having inside and stomps off to your room. You usually take him in there to perform this little ritual in private. There's no one home today, but it's happened so many fucking times, it's become routine.

You follow slowly and find him sitting at the old vanity table you use as a desk, leaned back with his arms crossed, glaring at the papers scattered across it. You set down the glass of ice and begin gently separating the gummy spot from the rest of his hair without a word. You don't look at him until the ice is in place, freezing the glob of bubblegum and taking away its sticky power.

His rage has turned to misery. You wish you knew who kept doing this to him, because you'd happily give 'em an old-fashioned curb stomping. Have fun chewing gum with no teeth, asshole.

Pulling the ice away and testing the gum, you find that it's hardened enough to have lost its stickiness. You begin pulling the hair away, one strand at a time, trying your best not to cause him any more pain today.

The process takes less than ten minutes, and he only loses two strands of hair this time. A significant improvement over the first time you did this for him. You drop the gum into your wastebasket, wipe your hands on your jeans, and look at his reflection in the mirror. Your heart grows heavier at the sight of the anguish on his face.

You brush his hair off the side of his neck and bend over to place a gentle kiss on it. Sensing that your boy needs a little more lovin' today, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and rest your chin there before making eye contact in the mirror. If he wasn't so sad, this would make a great picture; you've lined each edge of the mirror with photographic evidence of the goofiness that usually dominates this relationship. You're literally framed by happy memories.

"I love you," you say softly.

"I love you too," he whispers back, hands coming up to grasp the arms you've wrapped around him. Your heart can't take the sadness in his eyes much longer.

"You better," you begin in a playful tone. "I touched banana Bubblicious for you." A grin begins to grow on his face.

You decide to help it along by turning your head and blowing a very wet raspberry on his neck. He yelps and scrunches his nose and tries to squirm away from you, but it's hopeless; you still have your arms around him. He's trapped. (It helps that he's not putting up much of a fight.)

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet!" You threaten with a laugh and go back in for another raspberry, but his hair has gone wild again during the escape attempt. You come up with a mouth full of Munson mane.

You dramatically try to blow the hair out of your mouth without releasing your hold on him, and he cackles. He leans back into you and laughs, watching you struggle with a mouth full of his hair in the mirror. All those happy photos seem to be laughing with you now.

You'd do anything for Eddie Munson. Even touch a rancid yellow glob of banana-flavored bubble gum.

Those douchebags really have no taste at all.

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thinking about the way Eddie scrunch his nose when he's angry

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The Breakfast Club Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: It's 1985, and it seems like the entirety of Hawkins High is obsessed with The Breakfast Club. Evil Woman drags Eddie to the theater to see what all the fuss is about. Contains: A movie date, a lot of mocking, consequences. Words: 400ish

Note: I don't really care for The Breakfast Club, but today's the 40th anniversary of The Saturday Detention, so I decided to do a rewatch… and instead of paying attention, this happened. Sorry/you're welcome.

"Let's go see The Breakfast Club," you'd said. "I wanna see what all the hype is about," you'd said. People at school would not stop talking about it. You felt like you were missing out on a cultural phenomenon or something. Why was this movie so special?

And so you'd convinced Eddie to come with you a matinee showing. It was… not what you expected. You don't know if he'd expected anything at all, other than a little lovin' later on as payment for going to see a movie he had no interest in.

You sat there silently until the triumphant fist-in-the-air faded to black and the lights of the theater came back on.

Eddie held out his hand, palm-up, and you slid yours into it. Fingers interlocked. You each heaved a sigh and left the seats you'd been occupying for over an hour and a half.

You dumped your empty candy boxes in a nearby trash can and kept walking. You both raised your free hands to shield your eyes when you transitioned from the dark hallway to the bright lobby. You walked slowly and silently out of the theater, as if in a daze. Eddie unlocked your door and let you into the van, then crossed around the front to get in the driver's side.

He put the key in the ignition, but didn't start the engine.

You sat back in your seats and turned your heads toward each other at the same time, slow and unsure. He licked his lips, trying to find his words. You couldn't find yours either.

"What the fuck did we just watch?" he finally asked.

You both burst into laughter.

"But Eddie, we can all get along if we just dance together to inspiring pop music!" you said with mock-enthusiasm.

"Cheerleaders and burnouts are totally compatible!" Eddie cackled.

"You, too, can snag the boy of your dreams if you just change your entire appearance!" You pulled your collar aside to show a bit of skin. Eddie waggled his eyebrows.

"Can you do that lipstick thing?" he asked.

"Maybe," you winked. "Love how the nerd gets stuck doing the essay while everybody else is hooking up."

"Bender was kind of a badass though," Eddie argued… hesitantly.

"Would you share your doobage with the jocks?" you asked.

Eddie snorted and started the van.

"We're going to Family Video," he informed you. "We're gonna have to do an all-night monster-arathon to undo this damage. I'm picking the movies, and I don't want to hear any complaints. You've lost your movie-picking privileges for the rest of the month."

"Yes, dear," you laughed.

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Boys Are Idiots Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Evil Woman gets partnered up with Steve Harrington for a science project. Which means she has to TALK to him? And be NEAR him? Eddie Munson is NOT a fan. Contains: Jealous Eddie, Oblivious Steve, Annoyed Evil Woman, Terrified Hellfire. Words: 1.6k

"Alright, see ya," you say with an awkward smile, going the opposite direction of your new project partner outside the classroom door.

You head for your locker, spin the dial, and pop it open. A Polaroid of you and Eddie falls out. You scramble to pick it up off the floor before someone can step on it and ruin his pretty face. When you stand upright, the boy himself is in front of you… but he's not looking as happy as he is in the picture you've just rescued.

"Why were you talking to Steve Harrington?"

"And hello to you too, Edward," you say brightly. "Hold this." You hand him the picture and start searching your backpack for tape. "We're doing a science project together."

"Why?"

"Because he's smart and popular and I thought maybe some of his extreme coolness would rub off on me," you deadpan.

You take the picture from Eddie and tape it back where it belongs, on the inside of your locker door, and glance at him. He is not happy.

"Or because we got randomly paired up, take your pick."

Eddie crosses his arms and leans against the wall of lockers as you swap out books for your next class. You're not sure why this bothers him so much, but you see a storm brewing on his face.

"We're just partners in a high school science class, we're not engaged, calm down."

He rolls his eyes, and you slam the door.

"K, gotta go, see you at lunch," you say quickly while leaning over for a peck. Your lips meet his, and the issue is forgotten.

Until the next morning, in the parking lot where you always loiter by Eddie's van until the bell, when Steve Harrington gives you a little wave on his way inside. You return it - just a single wave and a half-hearted smile to your classmate and his girlfriend - and Eddie turns to see who you're waving at. His body tenses.

"Relax," you grumble, giving him a playful shove. It catches him off-guard, and he bounces against the side of his van before stabilizing himself.

"He's an asshole," he says simply.

"He's been nothing but nice to me," you counter.

"He's just another rich prick who thinks he's hot shit because he gets to drive Daddy's BMW around town."

"I'm sorry it's not as cool as your trash-filled van," you tease. Eddie's face turns red. That may not have been as funny as you intended. You wrap your arms around his waist and look up mischievously, in hopes of de-escalating your insult. "But I bet him and Wheeler couldn't achieve what we did in here last weekend, in that puny little thing."

Eddie smirks at the memory. Saved by the--

The bell rings. You peck Eddie's cheek and drag him into the building, and that's that.

Until you're spotted talking to Steve on your way out of science class a few hours later. Eddie is waiting at your locker when you get there, glowering in Steve's direction.

You roll your eyes and spin the combination dial on your locker. This is getting old.

"Can you not be a dick, please?"

"How am I being a dick?"

"You know exactly how you're being a dick." You trade out your books with a little more force than necessary. "Now quit. It's not cute."

"It's not cute that Harrington's trying to make a move on somebody that doesn't belong to him."

You turn to him with raised eyebrows and bubbling rage.

"Oh, I belong to you now? Am I your property? Do you have papers confirming your alleged ownership?"

Eddie doesn't respond, so you slam your locker door and head to your next class without looking back.

He's still tense at lunch, but he didn't hide out in the woods to avoid you, so he must not be too upset.

Until you have to break it to him that you and Steve need to hit the library this evening.

"Wanna stop by Family Video on the way home?" Eddie asks, sliding his bag of pretzels toward you. A peace offering.

"Uh… can't today," you smile apologetically as you take a pretzel. "I have to go to the public library."

"Okay," he crunches… suspiciously. "Want me to drive you?"

The boys start to protest, because this change will surely impact their afternoon plans, but Eddie silences them with a wave of his hand and awaits your answer.

"Uh…" you nibble a side off the pretzel. "I'm going with Steve, actually."

His face hardens.

"Don't start," you ask of him. "It's just a stupid science project. I would much rather be watching movies with you, than scouring encyclopedias and cutting construction paper with him."

"I bet that's not what he wants," Eddie scoffs.

"Seriously?" you ask. Are you really doing this? Eddie fixes you with his best glare, and you instinctively match it. You're doing this. "He's with Nancy. I'm with you. And up until very recently, I was quite happy with that arrangement."

Eddie seethes. You finally break eye contact and turn back to your lunch, although you've lost your appetite. Is this about Steve making a move, or Eddie not trusting you?

"What are you even doing with him in the public library that can't be done here?" The way he says it makes you clench your fists.

"You caught me, Eddie. We're actually going to his house to test the effectiveness of various condom brands. Wanna come watch?"

A hush falls over the Hellfire table. You and Eddie glare at each other. And then, in the blink of an eye, he's out of his chair and storming through the cafeteria doors. You close your eyes and breathe out heavily, trying to calm yourself. When you open them again, the whole table is staring at you.

"Shut up," you snap at no one in particular, and begin cramming your - and Eddie's - stuff into your respective backpacks. He'd left everything behind; his lunchbox, his backpack, his jacket.

Loaded down with an overfilled backpack on each shoulder, you head toward the door without another word. You could've sworn you heard somebody mumble "I hate it when Mommy and Daddy fight" behind your back, but you don't have time to murder anyone today, so you decide to let it slide. For now.

You have a list of places you plan on looking for him, but he's at your first stop: the van, in its usual spot in the back parking lot. He's perched on the bumper, facing the road; cheeks red, arms crossed, glaring at the ground. You reach into the pocket of the jacket that he'd left behind.

"Forget something?" you tease, jingling his keys to get his attention.

"Fuck you," Eddie grumbles without even looking up.

You're not mad. You don't have a snarky response. You just want things to be okay. You wish you hadn't teased him about Steve Harrington. You wish you'd never been partnered up with him. You wish you didn't even know his stupid rich-boy name.

"I'm sorry."

He glances at you, then drops his gaze back to the ground.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," you clarify. You let the backpacks slide onto the pavement. "Not a fan of this jealousy thing, Eddie."

You put his keys back in his jacket pocket and hold it out to him, but he doesn't take it. You take a cautious step closer, drape it over his shoulders, and retreat.

"You've gotta stop acting like I'm gonna leave you for the first jock that learns my name."

"Everybody else would," he mumbles at the ground.

"Everybody else is a cunt."

He smirks a tiny smirk, and finally looks up at you.

"Really, though," you assure him as you take a step closer. "You've got nothing to worry about. With him, or with anybody." You take another step toward him, and he parts his legs so you can stand between them. You close the distance. You're so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body. You want desperately to wrap your arms around him, but you hold back. Not yet. "Why would I want a Steve Harrington when I've got an Eddie Munson?" You cup his face with your hands, and his eyes close.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. You have nothing to worry about. Say it with me." You squish his cheeks together.

"I've got nothing to worry about," he mumbles with you, through his squished cheeks.

"Good boy," you praise, leaning down to peck his still-puckered lips. When you stand, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold him close. He buries his face in your chest, but doesn't hug you back.

"You still mad?" you ask, stroking his hair. One day, you'd probably laugh about the condom comment. Today was not that day.

"Not at my girls," he mumbles into your breasts.

"What about the rest of me?"

He shrugs.

You reach for his hands and bring one to rest on each of your back pockets. "How 'bout now?"

"Hmmm…" he hums into your chest, thinking about it. He gives your ass a squeeze, then he lifts his hands and smacks you on both sides. "Yes."

"What can I do to make it up to you?" you smile, knowing he's almost over it.

"Tell me you want me," he mumbles.

"Of course I want you, you idiot."

He looks up at you and bats those beautiful eyelashes. "Only me?"

"Only you." You kiss the top of his head, then move to sit on the bumper beside him. "I don't want any of those idiots. You're my idiot, and I'm keeping you."

"What if you find someone who's not an idiot?" he asks quietly.

"Impossible," you grin. "All boys are idiots."

[witch-of-sadness]

another day, another laundromat blurb.

The way the sun is out, out but it’s not quite warm yet reminds you of softball practice when you were a kid. Not that you ever really wanted to be there, the texture of the pants and the way your throat constricted whenever you ran left much to be desired. You haven’t thought about softball since before high school, you wonder why you’re thinking about it now.

After an hour of crying and contemplation, you hoisted your laundry bag on your shoulder and made your way to the ever deteriorating Clean ‘N Suds a few blocks away. Your body feels as heavy as the laundry bag. Early Spring wasn’t supposed to make you so sad.

The steady drone of dryers rolling is almost a comfort, knowing you’ll be stuck here for at least an hour thirty you get comfortable in a plastic seat after loading in your colors and whites all in one go. The suds swish, swish, swish, and your eyes follow like they do in cartoons — round and round and round, lulling you into something calm. A world of difference from how you’ve been feeling for the past few weeks.

You see a flicking sparkle of silver in the dark outside of the windows and then the jingle of the door. No one looks up from what they’re doing but you, you know that silver. It’s the buckle on his leather jacket and the flash of the pins on his vest.

“Hey you,” he smiles, moseying his way over while he creaks into the plastic seat, denim knee touching yours.

“How’d you know I was here?” you ask, the weak and tired drawl of your voice clues him in on where you’re at. He offers his open hand.

“Well, I got home and there were no lights on and the laundry bag was gone,” he explains, squeezing your hand when you take the bait, “Figured if you were at the club or something you wouldn’t be taking my delicates.”

You crack a smile, a little laugh bubbling your chest, “You’re such a dweeb.”

Eddie pulls your hand to his lips, feather light kisses peppering the back of your hand. He wants to praise you for getting up and leaving the house, for doing laundry, taking care of something, feeling empowered to do it — but he doesn’t because he knows you don’t like that.

“I’ll carry the bag home,” he says, “Okay?”

You nod, sleepiness from the task already settling in. The feathered kisses travel from your hand to your temple, eyes fluttering shut while you lean into him and his leather and tobacco scent. You wish you could bottle it and turn it into detergent. But for now, it’ll just be next to you. It’ll just carry the bag home.

#im cryin

[witch-of-sadness]

as a theatre kid, i love this sm

modern(ish)!eddie? and theatre!reader

eddie in his third (and hopefully final) senior year, because this is gonna be his year he swears it. but there is one thing…he hasn’t done extracurriculars. like zero. and no eddie sorry hellfire doesn’t count because im your counselor and i said so.

so what does he do? join theatre. he can be a techie or something he remembers some stuff from when he did it back in middle school. and robin said they were doing this show..what was it again. hannah? holly? oh shit right, heathers.

but the minute he walks in the director instantly is fond of his look and how he should at least audition for JD because why not? you miss 100 percent of the shots you don’t take or some other corny bullshit.

so he auditions. and oh right, turns out he can sing too?? that’s a plus yep your casted. we got our leading man!

shit. but who’s veronica? no. not beautiful and talented and like insanely sweet and has never said a bad thing to him reader. she just loves to perform but she’s never gotten the leading role so yeah eddie she’s a little nervous. and yeah eddie she’ll totally accept your invite to run over lines together. and oh yeah eddie we can totally practice the dead girl walking scene and make out right now. might as well get the nerves out of the way for when we run it on stage. totally. that’s the only reason. not because eddie has a massive middle school level on his hands and knees crush on you. no definitely not. definitely yes.

so chaos ensues and at the end of the show after your final bow and you and eddie run off stage together. he finally builds up the courage to ask you out. on a proper date pretty girl, not just to run lines

okay i’m done.

[witch-of-sadness]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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seeing your CC art makes me want to request if you could also doodle some Jeff & Eddie? 👉👈 I think too many people overlook this friendship and I 100% they would do some shenanigans together

oh in my heart they are THE best friends, brothers from another mother, etc etc.

could talk about them all day, but instead have a little sketchpage of the boys <3<3

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I NEED THIS SO BAD

Okay but hear me out someone write an Eddie Munson x reader fanfic where the reader keeps seeing some girl keep flirting Eddie and the reader knows Eddie would never cheat so instead of the reader running off crying she drags the bitch by her cheap ass extensions and beats the shit out of the girl for trying to get with her man. Or maybe someone says some shit against Eddie and the reader drags them either way I want to see more of the reader fighting. Also please let the reader be a freak like him maybe she’s more on the goth side (I love preppy reader don’t get me wrong but I want to see more of alt reader 😭)

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Blatant Content/Art Theft

The other day I noticed that an account I had been following for a while @eddieswife7 had started to repost other people’s edits. They have replies and reblogs restricted, don’t have an askbox and only take messages from people they follow. As if that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know already.

I approached them and as politely as I could manage, asked for them to please stop reposting edits. This was their response:

Laugh emoji. Blocked.

Today I went back to their account to see if they had at least stopped posting new stolen edits and instead I find that they have not only posted more but included artwork stolen from me.

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They “credited” the wrong person. My watermark that was across the picture has been removed. Yet they were too silly to remove it from the modesty bar. Not to mention the secret one that only I can see because I hide them in every picture for this exact purpose.

Let’s be clear, edits are art. They take a long time and a lot of skill. I was annoyed enough at their audacity to repost instead of reblog edits that weren’t even mine. But my 3D art takes me hours and for them to post it spitefully after I asked them to stop for the sake of the other creators that were being disrespected.. Well again, I feel it tells you everything you need to know about this person’s gorgeous personality 🙄

But incase you needed more proof that they’re a piece of shit. I’ve spoken to sstrangeraudioss on instagram (@strangeraudios here) the person that was “credited” for my artwork alongside the edits they have had stolen.

Not only does sstrangeraudioss very clearly have “Do Not Repost” in their bio but they are very vocal about how reposting hurts them and isn’t a nice thing to do to creators.

Nearly an entire month ago they noticed that some of their edits had been posted by this blog. They replied to the post saying to take it down. It’s still up now. Along with many others of theirs.

They’ve also posted multiple stories on instagram about the reposting and removing of watermarks and how it troubles them and other artists.

The person that runs the eddieswife7 blog (clearly a follower of this insta) has this to say about it:

I’m sorry.. Jealous whore?? Stupid Bitch?? Do you mean THE CREATOR of the edits you’re stealing??? So not only are they super aware that what they’re doing is wrong and that it’s hurting others. But they are actively insulting the creators they’ve stolen from to boot.

Here’s another example of their awareness that they have been stealing and their lack of respect for creators in general.

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This time right?

This person is an asshole of the highest degree.

Incase people are not aware of fandom etiquette. I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again:

Don’t post things you find on Pinterest, they’ve already been stolen and reposted.

Don’t repost edits, gifs, videos, art etc even “with credit” unless expressly given permission from the original creator.

Especially don’t repost things you can reblog from the original creator.

“Credit to the Creator” is NOT credit.

Respect Creators or say Bye Bye to free content!

Here’s some other people they’ve stolen from:

@sofiiel @jqmunson @somnambulic-thing

Also myself again. Edits this time. There were several un-watermarked edits that have no doubt been stolen from creators on other sites.

TikTok’s they’ve stolen from:

Anddd many many more. Please block this person. Please do not continue to support people that blatantly disrespect creators.

Please don’t ignore a creator when they tell you that something you are doing is harmful to them or the fandom.

Thanks for reading. Have a nice night.