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What It's Like to Spend a Rainy Day with Eddie Munson
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 272
You and Eddie are snuggled up on your couch
You with your body wedged in the right corner of the sofa, your feet propped up on an ottoman
Eddie, with his head in your lap, his brown curls fanned out across your thighs
You have a book in one hand as your other hand lazily twines a curl of Eddie’s around your finger before letting it go and doing it again to another one
Led Zeppelin’s album Led Zeppelin III turns on the record player
The dulcet tones of “Since I’ve Been Loving You” has Eddie closing his eyes and softly bopping his head along
When the chorus hits, Eddie starts to sing along
A smile curves your lips, and you mark your place in your book as you glance down at him
His eyes open, and make direct eye contact with you as he serenades you with his raspy singing voice
When the guitar solo starts, he gently grabs your left arm and pretends it's his guitar
His fingers dance along your skin, matching chords and melodies
A slow-warming feeling starts in your core as you gaze lovingly at him
Everything from the freckles across his nose, and the curve of his plush lips, along with his touch, are turning you on
You clench your thighs together to get some friction
As the song comes to an end, Eddie stands up from the couch and extends a hand out to you, a knowing smirk on his mouth
You clasp his hand with yours as he pulls down the hallway into your bedroom to show you all the ways he loves you
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Guilty as Sin
Pairing: Reader x Eddie Munson
Word Count: 1460
Prompt: Guilty as Sin by Taylor Swift
Summary: As the new girl in town, you’ve been warned to stay away from Eddie Munson, the school freak, but the fantasy of being with him consumes your thoughts until you can't tell what’s real and what isn’t.
Warnings: Intense fantasy and obsession, emotional confusion and guilt, unsolicited warnings and social judgment.
You’ve heard it all before. The whispers, the sideways glances, the unsolicited warnings.
"Eddie Munson? Seriously?" they say, with raised eyebrows and skeptical smirks, as if the very idea of him being more than the school freak is incomprehensible. They don’t know him, not really. They only see what they want to see—wild hair, heavy metal shirts, and those infamous D&D campaigns he holds in the Hellfire Club. To them, he’s the guy who didn’t fit, who refuses to blend into the mundane.
But you... you've seen something different.
It’s a fantasy, isn't it? Or maybe it’s more than that. Either way, you can’t shake the thoughts—the ones that creep into your mind late at night when the world is quiet, and you’re alone with only your imagination to keep you company. That’s when Eddie Munson becomes more than just a distant figure at the back of the classroom. In those moments, he’s yours.
You can see it so clearly, sometimes too clearly. It feels real, almost as if your mind is playing tricks on you. The way he’d hold your hand under the table, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. The way his voice would drop when he talks to you, low and rough, as if every word is a secret shared just between the two of you. His laughter—God, his laughter—ringing in your ears, free and genuine, breaking through the walls you’ve built around yourself.
You can imagine what they would say if they knew. The judgment, the disbelief. They’ve already told you who Eddie is supposed to be—a troublemaker, a loser, not boyfriend material. But they don’t know him. They don’t know the way his eyes soften when he thinks no one’s looking or how he’s always watching out for the ones who are as out of place as he is. You’ve seen it—those moments where the mask slips and the real Eddie shines through.
Sometimes, you think you’re losing it. The lines blur between what’s real and what’s imagined, and you can’t help but wonder... are these just fantasies, or are they memories? Did you really feel his lips brush against yours one day, soft and hesitant, or was that just another one of your wild daydreams? You remember the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the way your heart raced when he whispered your name, but no... that couldn’t have happened. Could it?
It’s all in your mind. You’re drowning in the fantasy of him, and you let yourself sink deeper because reality—without him—is too dull, too empty. You picture him standing in front of you, sending a shiver down your spine as he leans in close, his breath warm against your skin. You’ve never kissed him, not really, but you imagine it every time you close your eyes. Messy top lip kiss. How you long for it, crave it, even though you’ve never felt it for real. But it doesn’t matter, does it? Because in your head, you’ve already done it all.
They don’t understand. The guilt you feel, the way your heart aches every time someone tells you to forget him. But how can you forget someone who’s carved himself so deeply into your thoughts, into your very being? How can you be guilty as sin for something that’s never happened yet feels more real than anything else?
There’s a constant tug-of-war between what you want and what you’re allowed to have. Every day feels like you’re standing at the edge, staring down at the abyss, wondering if you should take that leap. But then you think of him—Eddie—and you know you’d jump, without hesitation, if it meant being with him. Even if it’s just in your mind.
You keep recalling things you never did. The stolen glances across the room, the way he’d smile at you when no one else was watching. The way you feel his hands on your waist, his lips against your ear, even though he’s never touched you. How can you be so sure it hasn’t happened? Because every time you think of him, it feels like you’re slipping, falling back into that fantasy, deeper and deeper until you can’t tell where it ends.
Maybe that’s why it feels so dangerous. You imagine the world finding out, the judgment that would rain down on you. They’d crucify you for loving him, for daring to dream of something different, something real. What if he’s written 'mine' on my upper thigh, only in my mind? The thought makes you shiver because it feels true. It feels like something only you know, something sacred, even if it exists only in the corners of your mind.
And yet, you can’t stop. You won’t stop. Even if it’s all make-believe, it’s the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that feels right. You’ve chosen him, Eddie Munson, even if the rest of the world thinks you’re insane. You’ve screamed his name in the dead of night, whispered his secrets into the darkness, and you’ve built a world where it’s just the two of you.
So what if it’s not real? It’s real enough. Without ever touching his skin, you know what it’s like to be his. You’ve built your desires, your longings, into something that feels like a vow, a promise neither of you will ever break. You don’t need to touch him to know what it would be like. You already know.
And then it happens. You’re standing at your locker, spinning the dial absentmindedly, lost in your thoughts of him again. It’s the same fantasy as always—you imagine him walking up to you, leaning against the lockers with that lazy grin that makes your knees weak. You picture him teasing you, something playful in his voice as he inches closer until his lips are just inches from yours. It’s a scene you’ve replayed a hundred times in your head.
This is where it always happens. Where you lose yourself in the daydream, where the fantasy becomes so vivid you almost forget it isn’t real. You can practically feel his presence beside you, smell the faint scent of cigarettes and leather, his warmth cutting through the cold, distant reality of the school hallways.
And then, there’s a voice.
“Hey, new girl,” he says, voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.
Your heart skips, the sensation so real it almost startles you. You blink, forcing yourself to remember that this is just another dream, just another figment of your imagination. You’ve been here before, conjuring him up in the quiet spaces of your mind, letting yourself believe, if only for a moment, that he’s really standing in front of you. But this time, it’s different. There’s something about the way his eyes lock onto yours, intense and knowing. Something about the smirk that curls at the edge of his lips.
It’s just your mind playing tricks on you. It has to be.
But when he leans in closer, your breath hitches. You feel the warmth of his body, the soft brush of his lips as he whispers something you can’t quite hear. The world around you blurs, and for a second, you forget what’s real and what isn’t.
And before you can stop yourself, you close the distance between you. Your lips press against his—tentative, soft at first, almost like you’re testing the boundary between reality and fantasy. But he’s warm, solid. You feel the way he kisses you back, his hand brushing against your cheek, pulling you deeper into the moment.
The bell rings, a sharp sound cutting through the haze, and you pull back, breathless. Your heart pounds in your chest, and for a split second, you look into his eyes, waiting for the illusion to shatter, for the fantasy to slip away as it always does.
But he doesn’t fade. He stands there, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.
“Took you long enough,” he says, his voice teasing, but there’s something deeper in his tone, something that sends another shiver down your spine.
You let out a shaky laugh, stepping back, still half-convinced that the world will snap back into focus and you’ll be standing alone, as you always are. You turn, walking away as your heart continues to race, the kiss still tingling on your lips. You tell yourself it wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been real.
But then, from across the hall, Eddie watches you go, his smile still lingering on his lips. He touches his mouth like he’s savoring the kiss, shaking his head slightly as if he can’t believe it just happened, either.
And as you disappear into the crowd, the truth lingers in the air—this time, it wasn’t a fantasy.
This time, it was real.
And I love it here 😌🥰🥰 I had to share this omg 😂😂
eddie: [nudging steve awake at 4am] do you love me?
steve: i married you for fuck’s sake, of course i love you
eddie: yes, but did you marry me as a friend, or like, a significant other? it’s not very clear
Cheerleading Worth It? - Eddie Munson
Eddie x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 905
Summary: Your a cheerleader because of your bestfriend Chrissy. But you hate how the jock’s and cheerleaders treat others. Will spending time with Eddie “The Freak” Munson finally get you to do what you’ve been thinking of doing for awhile?
Authors Note: Happy New Year Everyone!!!
First Eddie Munson Imagine!
p.s - Its not going to be added to the holiday masterlist because its not a story based around or on a holiday just a story posted on one.
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Y/n honestly hated wearing the itchy Hawkins cheerleading uniform. But she enjoyed cheerleading but she mainly did it to hang out with her best friend Chrissy. The two had known eachother since they were in diapers.
But lately Y/n was getting fed up with how the other girls treated people worse and worse everyday. Not to mention the Jock’s being assholes 100% of the time.
Y/n was staying later at the school finishing her homework, she didn’t like bringing it home. Stressful school work shouldn’t be brought home, home should be a peaceful safe haven from school hell. Very few people were left at the school, mainly a few club’s. Once Y/n finished with her work she packed up and was ready to walk home.
Hellfire club had ended a few minutes ago and as Eddie watched as his club members left. But what really caught his interest was the cheerleading outfit that exited the school. He knew exactly who it was.
“Well, well, well do my eyes deceive me or is that Y/n Y/l/n.” Eddie spoke walking over to the Y/h/c-ed girl.
“Hello Eddie. Did Hellfire just get out?” Y/n laughed, she always found Eddie’s ways to be amusing.
“It did, but why are you here so late?” he answered but he was curious as to why she was still at school.
“Oh uh, homework. I don’t like doing it at home.” Y/n told him as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder.
“I get that. I mean I don’t really do my homework but I get it.” Eddie nodded along. Eddie justered to his van so they could sit down to talk.
“I wish I didn’t do mine.” Y/n let out an airy laugh.
“The great Y/n doesn’t want to do her work? Why’s that?” Eddie offered his arm. They walk to his car and he open’s the back so they can sit.
“I hate it. Homework I think is stupid. If they can’t teach it to us in school then we shouldn’t have to bring it home.” She tells him honestly, sitting down next to him.
“Then why do you do it?” He asked curious if she hated it so much why continue to do it.
Y/n shrugg’s. “Have to. If I want to stay on the cheerleading squad.”
“Is cheerleading really worth it?” Eddie knew what he said could be a sensitive subject but he had a point.
“You mean is being popular really worth it?” Y/n laughed at him with raised brows and a hint of teasing in her eye’s. But she also wanted to give him a serious answer so she shook her head as she answered. “I don’t do it for the popularity.” Y/n has never cared about being popular. She actually really hates it and hate’s how the popular kid’s treat everyone.
“Then why?” Now he was intrigued even more.
“For Chrissy. We’ve been best friends forever so when she wanted to join I encouraged her. Then she wanted me to do it with her, so I did.” Y/n sighed explaining it to him.
“But?...” Eddie could sense there was more, something she was leaving out.
“I hate, absolutely hate how the other cheerleaders treat people, how those stupid jock’s treat people! Not to mention the outfit is stupid and fucking itchy!” Y/n exclaimed raising her voice and waving her hands around for enphise.
“There she is! There’s the girl I remember!” Eddie jumped up clapping his hands with a huge smile on his face. He points at her. “I’ve missed her.”
“Me too.” Y/n gave him a smile, the two had been fairly close till high school.
“I get your her best friend and she’s yours but if you're this miserable then maybe you should quit. If Chrissy’s truly your best friend she’ll understand and not treat you any differently.” Eddie tries to give her advice.
“You're right.” Y/n nodded to his words, it is true what he’s saying and she’s thought of it before.
“Hey umm, do you want a ride?” Eddie offered, he doesn’t want their talk to end. It’s the first time they’ve talked in years. He didn’t want it to end yet.
“I’d love that.” Y/n smiled at him accepting his offer.
“Hey Eddie? Would you wanna hang out this weekend?” Y/n asked as the two moved around the van and got in the front seats. She was nervous he’d say no but she hoped he didn’t. Y/n had missed him. Sure there was an age difference between them but not enough to bother the other and were in the same grade now due to Eddie being held back.
“Uh, y-yeah. I-I’d love to.” Eddie was shocked but extremely happy that she wanted to spend more time together.
The two talked on the way to Y/n’s house, catching up and just enjoying the other's company.
“Great. See you tomorrow Eddie.” Y/n said as they pulled up to her house and she got out.
“See you tomorrow Y/n.” Eddie smiled, waving at her as she shut the passenger's side door.
Once Y/n was in her house Eddie let out an anxious breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. “Holy fucking shit.” He might have just got his best friend and crush back. What a night.
Quick Eddie with his hair tied up painting
I think I want to draw him with different hairstyles feel free to suggest hairstyles if you want
Fill for @harringroveson-bingo
Square: C2 - Nipple stimulation
Drew this last year and completely forgot to post it so here’s a cosy Eddie Munson.
Murray looking at Eddie and Steve while they shamelessly flirt: Jesus Christ another one
steve and eddie in that one scene:
Eddie Munson does not and will not scoop out the pumpkin guts for you when carving pumpkins. It's just too icky for him and he shrieks when you try to get him to touch it.
I see that you are taking requests for Eddie. I am a total angsty girl. How about a drug deal that goes wrong with Eddie so the buyers decide to get back at him by hurting you. And I mean really angsty on this one. She can die or be hurt really bad. Kidnapped, whatever you feel is good.
I would really appreciate it. Thanks in advance if you want to do it. 😊🙄
@h-ness1944 , thanks for requesting! This took me two days to write, but I hope you enjoy this!
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Deal Gone Wrong - Eddie Munson
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Requested: yes
Word Count: 1,945
Warnings: heavy against, swearing, graphic depictions of kidnapping, violence, blood, broken/fractured bones, bounds, locked in confined spaces, exhaustion, drug dealing, drug use, alcohol use, gun violence, near-death, vomiting, stalking
Summary: After a drug deal, the buyers take revenge on Eddie Munson by taking something very important to her.
(A/N: I will not add rape or sexual abuse into any of my fics due to personal experiences. Thank you!)
PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
This fic includes stuff that some people may find unsettling.
"Haha, yes! Another one!" He exclaims, walking into the trailer.
You look up at him, smiling before looking back at her book, reading the rest of the page. He rushes over to the cabinet, searching around for the 'Special K' drug to give the dealers out front. Walking back out, he gives them a small amount of the drug before they flee the front door.
Eddie returns inside.
He walks towards the bathroom, telling you that he's gonna shower before bed as you nod and get off the couch when you feel that awful feeling of someone watching you. you look out the window, trying to see if there is someone near by as the gut feeling worsens. Taking a breath, closing the curtain then walking into the bedroom to change out of your current clothes.
Suddenly, you hear a window opening in the main room of the trailer, causing you to startle before grabbing a bat next to the chest of drawers, taking a step further into the living room. You look and see nothing as you sigh in relief before lowering your hands to your side. You're about to put the bat down when you feel something cold touch your back.
You knew it was a gun, somehow you just knew just from the way it felt on your clothed back. The male tells you to drop the bat as you obeyed, dropping the bat onto the floor as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. You try to stay calm as fear rises within your body, the male grabs your shoulder and forces you out of the trailer until you feel something hard hit your head, causing you to immediately black out. Meanwhile, Eddie hears the commotion from the shower but brushes it off and continues on with his shower.
One other male climbs out of the van, helping your lifeless body in before sitting down next to you as the other guy with the gun sits on the other side of your body. A third male that sits in the drivers seat begins to drive off as it catches Eddie's attention behind the closed doors.
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When Eddie exits the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, he makes way into the bedroom to get dressed as he decides to check in on his girlfriend. He becomes concerned as he rushes over to the phone and dials the number written on a piece of paper. It rings and rings and rings until someone picks up on the other end, saying hello as Eddie clears his throat.
"Hello?"
"Hey, is Y/N there?"
"Uh, no. I thought she was spending the night with you?"
"No, she is not here but I'll look around the trailer."
He sighs, hanging the phone up before searching the trailer. He sees no trace of her, the book she was reading lies on the coffee table untouched which kinda freaks him out. Something is giving him an eerie but saddened feeling. With no trace, he becomes worried as he looks outside and still nothing. He begins to worry before running back inside and calling the police, telling them that his girlfriend is no where to be found.
They send the chief out as Eddie sits and waits on the couch. Once the chief arrives, he begins asking Eddie a bunch of questions, fear plastered on his face as tears begin to spill from his eyes, showing the chief that he is terrified and didn't commit the crime of his girlfriend's disappearance.
They continue to ask questions as Eddie becomes too overwhelmed before they stop so he can take a few breathes, trying to calm himself down. They all take some time as Eddie wonders where you are, praying that you're okay.
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Once you begin to wake up, you look around the confined room and feels the pounding pain in the back of your head. You see a male in front of you, arms crossed as you stare at him. You try to scan his face so you can have a description for police, something she won't be able to do anytime soon. You feel his hand glide across your face, stinging before inhaling and exhaling. The man leaves you by yourself, closing and locking the door as you begin to yell.
You knew you were somewhere where anyone can't hear you, stopping and sitting there. Sighing, you decide to try and fight, knocking yourself over and onto the floor, causing the cheap wooden chair to break as your restraints loosen around your ankles and wrists.
"Jesus, that hurt." You murmur before getting yourself free from the ropes.
For the next few hours, you sit in the confined room and trying to find a way out, something to free you from the hell. That never came when the the same male from earlier comes back, holding a plate of food as he opens the heavy door, seeing you on the floor not tied up. Anger pours over him, coming closer and grabbing your face, seeing your scared and tired complexion.
"You stupid bitch," He said, dropping the plate of food. "You fucking slut,"
He rushes towards you as he pushes you back as your head hits the wall behind you, feeling the pain come back again but stronger as you feel him punching at your upper body including your face and neck. He moves his legs, kicking you in the stomach three times before going back to putting your hands and feet in the restraints again. You feel your stomach churn as you begin to purge, coughing as you spit the rest of the ruminants out of your mouth.
You lean against the wall, feeling very fragile and weak as every bit of movement hurt you severely. You have a coughing fit, thinking of your boyfriend and wondering if he is out looking for you.
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Twenty four hours passed without realizing it as you continue to sit in your confined and lonely room, praying for something good to happen as the hope begins to die. She began to wonder if she'll ever make it out but can't seem to deal with that overwhelming feeling. She lays there, lifeless and numb.
Every other hour, you would get abused to the point where you're in pain, lifeless and hanging onto life. You had no one to talk to, no one to interact with, no TV, nor books as you feel your depression get worse.
You have had food, but it wasn't enough same as water. The men in the house didn't want your prints marked on their dishes, along with convincing you that you're gonna die and no one cares about you. You tried not to believe them, but your whole body got the best of you.
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Eddie though, hasn't stopped looking for you. He even gathered Steve and Robin to help look for you, eventually finding nothing as he begins to loose hope. Steve and Robin try their hardest to keep Eddie going, telling him they'll find you somewhere.
"I just... I wanna be able to hold her again, kiss her. A piece of my heart has been ripped out, and I don't know if I'll ever get that piece back. I miss her."
"I'm sorry, man." Steve apologizes, feeling upset as well as Robin who rests her hand on Eddie's arm.
Tears well up in Eddie's eyes, sniffling before wiping the tears. He tries to keep his emotions in but cries as Steve and Robin try their best to calm him down, knowing that nothing will at this point. He cries for a while before getting the courage to keep looking, wiping away his tears, fearing that something bad happened and she is unable to move or live. With being sleep deprived, Eddie begins to hallucinate when he thought he saw you nearby, walking away from him.
Steve breaks him out of the trance, telling Eddie to hurry up as he follows Steve. He pulls out a medium-sized bottle of alcohol before opening the cap and taking a sip.
"Woah, drinking in mid day? Isn't it too early?"
"No, man. It's not. I'm losing myself here and need something to keep me company."
The carry on, looking around even more before giving up and going home. Eddie lays on the couch, staring off into the distance as he continues to drink more alcohol, not caring anymore. The stress takes over him, consuming him and making it difficult to do anything at that point, so he stays in the trailer and becomes isolated.
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You sit on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom of your captor's room, trying to process everything at the same time as the male stands right outside the door waiting for you to hurry up. Is you didn't get out in time, he would shoot you dead. You quickly and tiredly put your hands on the walls around you including the shower and toilet.
You flush the toilet and walk over to the sink, washing your hands as you unlock the door. You turn the nob, opening the bathroom door and stand behind the male. He is no where to be seen as you see the gun lying on a table beside you.
You notice that its not your typical pistol, it is a silencer pistol knowing that it will make no noise.
"Perfect," You whisper.
You keep the gun with you as you make your half dressed self way down the hall, keeping all senses open before seeing movement nearby. You hold the gun close, getting scared of the male as you accidentally shoot the male, causing a wave of fear was through you. Dropping the gun, thinking it is fake, you see a huge blood puddle around the deceased male.
It scares you as you run away, making way towards the back part of the house, trying to pry open the window until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your body.
"Where do you think you're going?"
You shout so many words that they don't make sense, causing your anxiety to be set high. He takes you back to the small room when he sees his friend dead and bleeding out for a gunshot wound. It causes his grip to loosen on you as you break free from his grasp, running towards the same area, this time pulling the window harder but fails again.
You get caught before being abused again, tossing your sore body into the confined room as you get tied up again, the male pulls out a knife and stabs you in your chest, barely missing your heart as the pain take over your body. You feel weak before laying there, not knowing what to do.
The male stands and walks away, needing a new plan due to the death of his own friend, deciding to call police to let them know a 'suicide' took place.
When the cops arrive, the male tells police that Michael (deceased male) had committed suicide. Of course, you didn't know the names of your abductors. You heard people walking around, too weak to move but knew that it had to be something good. So, you shout, thinking someone will hear you but nothing happens as you see the open wound, soaking your tank top.
"Help," You weakly call out. "Help. Please! I'm stuck."
You can tell no one was coming for you, so you lay there against the wall, slowly dying and telling yourself that this is your last day alive. You can't seem to speak out loud, but in your mind you muster up the words to say as Eddie flashes through your mind, wondering if he's okay. You hope and pray that you'll be out of the hell hole. You had no idea what day or time it was considering there's no clock around, so you went off of the counted hours in your head.
You go in and out of consciousness before blacking out all the way, lying there slowly loosing your life as your body tells you to take a little nap. No one is near you to save your life, so you convince yourself and accept that you're gonna die.
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When the police leave the house, the male makes his way down to the confined room, finding your lifeless body on the ground with a large amount of blood coming from the stab wound on her upper chest. He is relieved that you're dead before bringing your body out and shoving it under a bunch of blankets in the trunk. He drives out a semi rural area in Hawkins, disposing your body unaware that you are alive and not dead, weakly making your way through to survive. Once he drove off, you lay there but actually begin to feel awful once again, closing your eyes again.
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At the same scene your body is at, Steve and Robin notice a female body lying in a grassy part of rural area, feeling spooked before he rushes towards a phonebooth near by and calls the police, telling them where the location is at, having multiple cops come out including an ambulance.
When they arrive, the two officers clear Robin and Steve from the area before heading over to your body and see if you are still alive.
Steve is holding Robin in his arms, tears falling as they pray its not you. If it is, they hope your alive. Something unexpected begins to happen as it shocks everyone around them. One of the officers slides on a glove and gets down to you, putting his first two fingers on your skin, feeling the area where your pulse is.
Feeling slow beats of the pulse, he wonders if he's hallucinating but turned out he was right. You were alive and barely hanging onto life, fighting, so you can live to see another day,
"Holy crap," One officer says out loud.
"What?"
"She's alive! She's alive! Get a stretcher out here now!" He shouts as the paramedics get to you, working you before loading you up onto the stretcher.
Robin moves to look at you, seeing your badly bruised body as she wonders what you endured.
"We have to get to Eddie and tell him the news,"
"Yeah,"
The two get into Steve's car before driving towards Eddie's trailer, basically running up to the small house and frantically knocking on the door as he opens, clearly annoyed and a bit intoxicated.
"What?"
"They found her," Steve says.
"Found who?"
"Your girlfriend, Eddie. Y/N is alive and getting taken to the hospital."
"I don't believe you guys."
"Well, come on then."
Steve manages to get Eddie out of the trailer as they head to Hawkins's Medical Center and heads to the from desk asking about you. There is currently no information about you or what condition you're in as the three young adults move and take a seat in the waiting room, awaiting any news about you. They wait for hours and hours when a cop and doctor walk out of the operating room, coming to Eddie, Steve and Robin.
"We have declared that the woman that was brought in is in fact Y/N Y/L/N, based on the description of the missing poster." The detective reveals.
A wave of happiness flood their systems, but come back and listens to what the doctor has to say about your condition. He tries to explain it the best he can, but is uncertain of you awaking from your coma. The doctor also tells them that the surgery will be even longer dur to such horrendous injuries.
As the time passes, the three sit there as Nancy arrives wondering what happened as she hears that you being found is all over the news.
"Is.. Is she okay?"
"I don't know," Steve says, looking at Eddie and seeing that his nerves are high.
Eddie is sitting there, leaned over a bit as his chin rests in his hand, tears welling up in his eyes. The thought of loosing you made his mind wander but snaps out of the dark thoughts when he rises to his feet and makes way toward the counter, asking about you.
"She just got out of surgery, but it'll take a little while longer due to injuries."
He nods, saying okay before walking back to his seat. He sits down, leaning back as he taps his foot up and down. He rises and asks again later, but gets a different answer. He gets the okay to go and see you as he felt great excitement about it but has to keep calm.
He grabs a 'hello my name is...' sticker, writing his name before sticking it on as he walks towards the hall, making his way through the hallway and finding your room and the room number. Taking a breath, he calms his fast paced heart before entering as his eyes hit your lifeless figure. Just the sight of you made him upset as he sits beside you and crying into your hand.
"I'm sorry, I should've protected you. It's all my fault that you're in this position. I'm so sorry."
The night went very slow due to the coma, but everyone held their heads high and pray for you, hoping the prayers will be answered and they do. A few hours later, you suddenly wake up, panicking as you don't recognize the room you're in when you see someone familiar. Eddie carefully holds you close as he comforts you the best he can as he tries to not scare you.
"It's okay, I got you." He says quietly, loud enough for you to hear.
"E-Eddie?"
"Yeah, it's me. Don't worry, I'm here. I'm here." He comforts her.
A month later.
Walking out of your boyfriend's trailer with your crutches, you stop and see Eddie pulling up to the small house before getting out of his vehicle. Greeting you with a kiss, you both make it inside and he helps you get comfortable before he takes a seat next to you, excited to tell you the news of the three men who captured you.
"One of the men, Michael Riviera was found dead at the scene. Police believe that it was a suicide-"
"I shit him, Ed. I shot him on accident, okay?"
"I know. I know you would never shoot anyone unless you are protecting yourself."
"Proceed,"
"The two other men, Nick and Theodore Miller, who are brothers, and they were sent to prison without the possibility of parole due to immense amount of violence done to you."
"Wow, Eds. That is great news, honestly."
"Yeah, and I'm happy that you're alive and well."
"No, alive and healing. I'm a survivor. I went through hell and made it out. I pretty much was a miracle basically. Not very many people survive abductions, especially women."
"Yeah, I know."
"Anyway, I have to keep this brace on for another few weeks due to my injuries,"
"Jesus, that sucks.:
You look around the room, noticing your untouched book has collected dust but you pick it up anyway and begin to read the page you left off, remembering the night you were taken away from Eddie. The one who you loved so much, knowing how hurt you both were. You continue on through the page, trying to stay calm but can't seem to read the book due to the past events. The last time you read your book, you were taken and held captive in a tiny room for over two days. You close your book and set it down, trying to understand everything you went through.
Even though you don't understand everything that happened that night, you pushed through life and didn't give up because you had a good support system and a boyfriend who wanted the best for you so you decided to do what's right not only for you mentally but physically.
Prom Queen (Eddie Munson x Reader)
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Requested by @katamcauley
Summary: Eddie and the Reader have been secretly together since Jason forced them into “Seven Minutes in Heaven” as a prank, but now, as Eddie watches Jason and his goons flirt with you, he finds himself not caring who knows you’re his.
Warnings: Bullying, Cursing, Spicy Kissing, Sexual Themes, Drug Use (Weed), Mentions of Blood, Sexual Harassment (Nothing Graphic), and Violence (Series Typical).
(I will get a “Read More” cut on this ASAP. I am slowly knocking out requests! Thanks for your patience. Requests are OPEN. Send an ask or comment below to be added to the tag list. I’ve been thinking of doing full on Seven Minutes/Truth or Dare/Spin the Bottle hcs, so let me know if that’s something you want)
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“Jason, stop!” You groaned, trying to keep your feet planted, but the muscley blonde and his laughing friends were easily able to move you.
“Nah, babe. If you like trailer trash so much why don’t you spend seven minutes in heaven with it?”
You knew you should’ve stayed out of it.
But you’d heard his stupid voice all the way from where you were sitting with the cheer squad, that afternoon. And god, it was Max Mayfield, of all people. Jason had been friends with her brother. They were on the same basketball team the year before, and it seemed he was keeping Billy’s traditions alive. Patrick yanked her backpack from her arm and rifled through it as Jason grabbed her headphones.
“What the hell is wrong with you!?” She spat as they dumped her bag, papers flying every which way.
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give me you
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie teaches you how to play a guitar and it turns into something more interesting than that
warning: 18+, no minors!; cursing; kissing, sexually explicit language, fem penetration; not beta’d
p.s. as always if you enjoy like and reblog <3
p.s.s. honestly, I'm just having fun writing this, so don't judge me :)
Rain was splattering outside, and piercing gusts of wind shook the trees above the trailer park. You looked out the window, skies full of crimson, ominous and black.
‘Don’t worry, mum’ you smiled against the telephone head ‘I’ll be at Eddie's for a bit, just until rain calms down’
You sat on the bed, knees pulled to your chest. Fingers twirled the telephone cord as you reassured your mother that nothing would happen to you.
‘Your mum is freaking out that her sweet girl is hanging out with a freak like me?’ Eddie stopped in a door frame, smirking at you.
‘Well, you have quite a reputation, mister’ you grinned, jokingly throwing a pillow at him.
‘Do I now?’ Eddie arched his brow slyly.
‘Yes,’ you licked your lips.
You slowly exhaled, watching Eddie’s eyes draw to your mouth.
Of course, the infamous dungeon master doesn’t have to do anything with those dirty talks about him at school, you think slightly annoyed. Besides being a dealer, Eddie is the sweetest guy you’ve ever known. Get you the best deals ever? Sure, any time. Flattery worked with him he said once, making your cheeks flush rosy red. You were sure it wasn’t just flattery but because Eddie had a heart of gold. Lend you his records for an unlimited period of time? ‘There you go, angel’
Pick your tipsy ass up from one of Steve's (ugh why do you talk with him, princess?) stupid parties and drive you home? ‘Gotta make sure my girl is safe’
Yes, the sweetest guy you knew. The guy you have fallen in love with as your mum claimed but you only dismissed it, shaking your head.
‘So, ready to learn a bit of magic?’ Eddie leans over you, arm reaching out to his guitar laying on the bed. His Hellfire shirt rides up slightly above the buckle of the belt, exposing a sliver of pale skin. A thin line of dark hair hides down his jeans and you swallow heavily, trying to stay composed.
Jesus Christ, he was attractive. A tight knot starts to build up down your belly and you close your eyes for a second.
Eddie climbs up onto the bed, sitting behind you. His legs swing off each side of your tighs, as he brings the guitar to your lap. You feel his firm chest against your back and his crotch pressing into your lower back. He’s warm. You can feel Eddie’s breathing tickling little hairs at the back of your neck as he plants his chin on your shoulder.
‘Babe?’ he calls softly, waking you up from the trance.
You nod, knitting your eyebrows together.
‘Show me, Eds’
Eddie circles his arms around yours, gently positioning your fingers over the guitar neck. His slightly calloused fingers warm against your hands and you watch them bewitched. Eddie guides your fingers to the right music chord, his right-hand covers yours bringing it close to the strings over the belly of his guitar.
You swear you could hear Eddie’s breathing hitch slightly as his chin rested on your shoulder.
‘Like this, y/n’ he whispers quietly from behind you, fingers pressing into yours. It feels carnally intimate, more than anything else you have done with any of the boys, and you gulp down.
‘Like this?’ your voice is hoarse, it breaks mid-sentence when Eddie fidgets, the buckle of his belt pushes into the skin of your bare back.
The hem of your t-shirt rose up, the cold metal of Eddie’s belt sending goosebumps all over your back. You could bet you felt his dick hardening against you.
Goddamit.
‘Mmhh’ Eddie murmurs in approval, lips grazing over your shoulder, as you manage to produce some kind of melody. You shiver, wetness pooling between your thighs. He whimpers slightly when you buckle back, your bottom pushing into his dick. Holy shit.
‘Sorry’ you mumble, turning your head slightly. You accidentally hit his chin, breath heavy over his skin.
‘Fuck’ Eddie clenches his jaw, hard beneath you. He quickly releases you from the position you’ve been prisoned for last minutes, setting the guitar aside.
‘I- I have to piss.’ He lets out a shaky breath, scrambling himself from the bed. You catch his eyes glued to your heavily rising chest, nipples poking from the thin fabric of the shirt you’re wearing. You are hot with desire and somehow you know Eddie needs more than just peeing in the bathroom. The bulge of his dick is tight against the black jeans fabric and his face blushing in pink perfection.
That is when you reach out, grabbing his hand, pulling down. Eddie stumbles almost falling over you.
‘What the fuck?’ He hisses, body crushing yours. His face inches away from yours, he looks bemused when your hands snake around his neck.
‘Eddie..?’ you sound ecstatic. His eyelashes flutter as he watches your lips move as if it was the prettiest sight he’s ever laid his eyes upon.
‘Yes?’ he chuckles softly, towering over you.
Your body is shaking and you only manage to whisper what has been inside your head all evening.
‘If I had told you that I want you, would that be so awful for our friendship?’
There. There it was. Laid down for him. Raw and open. The same as you sprawled down underneath him right now.
‘Fucking hell…’
He shakes his head astonished, his brain goes blank for a moment.
‘I- Jesus, baby…’ he pants, ‘You’re so hot you know that’
Eyes dark with lust no doubt and you exhale in relief at the sight of him. Eddie is at the loss of words.
‘And..?’ you whisper, fingers running through his frizzy hair.
‘Y/n, you’re my best friend’ he states, ‘I possibly couldn’t’
You whimper, as he breaks loose from your grip, standing upright in front of you. The dim light inside Eddie’s room gently hugs his tall posture. He runs his hand through his hair, trying to compose his breathing.
‘Don’t you want me?’ your hand darts up to your belly, slightly lifting the hem of your t-shirt. You have never done anything remotely so erotic and dirty at the same time. And you blush like a tomato but hope it is invisible in the dark colours of the room. Eddie groans, closing his eyes, eyebrow furrowed.
‘Do you like me, Eddie?’ you lick your lips, a nervous giggle coming up your throat. ‘Not as a friend, as a girl..?’
Eddie’s groaning again, now pacing the room. He stops again, looking down at you hungrily.
‘Ah fuck…’ his voice shaky. ‘I do but I might regret saying it, angel’
He looks overwhelmed. Nervous?
Oh my god.
‘Good’ you swallow slowly, and your legs fall open. ‘I promise it won’t ruin our friendship’
Eddie’s hypnotized. Bewitched. Drunk on the sight of you giving yourself so willingly and eagerly.
The world stops for a second and then falls apart as you whisper.
‘Then fuck me, Eddie, please’
He chokes on air but the view you’re giving him brings him back to life. Your words shoot straight into his groin, boiling his blood, as he strips himself of the shirt, throwing it over his head.
You’re offering him all you have, everything of you there is, hoping he’d take it all.
Eddie leans over you, running his palm from your ankle all the way up to your hip. Thumb stroking at the soft skin where your hip meets the torso, and you whimper greedily.
Cold rings brush against your skin. Fuck.
Your skirt rode up to your waist, giving full access to your panties.
Suddenly, he stops, eyes serious. Eddie looks down at you. His hair tickles your cheeks and you scrunch your nose.
He smiles, planting a soft kiss on it. And it is so loving, so gentle that you come undone.
‘Are you sure, princess?’ He asks softly. ‘Because I need you to know that I want you too, hell, I always did, but if you are not…’
You kiss him hard. It’s messy, greedy, needy. You feel your pussy throbbing painfully at the emptiness and you buckle your hips up, pressing yourself into Eddie.
He chuckles and pulls away, your lips part with a wet sound.
‘Can’t believe I’m about to fuck the most beautiful girl in a whole world’ Eddie smiles, hands buried under your t-shirt. Now he’s almost crushing you with his weight, cupping your breasts, he moves his hips forward. Heads bumping, you mewl like a cat, as his clothed dick grinds over your pussy.
Ache spreading deep inside your belly, you softly moan as Eddie speeds out the friction against your soaked panties.
‘Oh my fucking God…’ he chokes out as you sync in with his rhythm.
You whimper desperately wanting more as your lips glide over his neck. Eddie pants, hand travels between your thighs.
A sobbing cry escapes your lips when his fingers circle your clit.
‘Jesus…’ he whispers as he feels the wetness of you. Lifting himself up, Eddie yanks his jeans down his hips, enough for his dick to spring out.
You can’t breathe. You pant, reaching out, but Eddie stops you midway.
‘Wait, baby’ he huffs, fishing a condom out of the desk drawer.
‘Yes?’ he searches your face for approval seconds later and as you nod, guides himself inside you.
You groan lowly, and he scoops you up, forehead pushing into yours.
‘That’s it, angel?’
You only manage to shake your head ‘Yes’ paralyzed by the feeling of him moving inside you. By how beautiful he looked right now. By how good he felt.
All you can do is gasping for the air as a fish brought ashore while his hips pinning you down.
Yes. Eddie, yes.
God.
The tension builds up in your belly, walls tightening and everything explodes in a million colourful rays behind your shut eyelids.
Eddie’s wet mouth on your neck, marking you from this day on and forever. He’s rolling his hips one, two, three, four… And collapses down on you, face buried into your neck.
‘Fuck’ he chuckles, sloppily kissing your chin.
‘We’re still best friends?’ you laugh, thumb sweeping sweat-stuck hair from his forehead.
Slowly pulling out of you, Eddie doesn’t break eye contact, as he whispers:
‘Hell no, baby, we’re more than that now’
Joseph Quinn honestly made Eddie’s character so freaking beautiful. I can’t picture anyone else being cast as Mr. Eddie Munson and falling in love with him the way I did Mr. Quinn’s portrayal.
Joseph Quinn radiates the color yellow… like, if yellow was a person…. It be Joseph Quinn. He’s just a ball of freaking sunshine. I just want me a jar of Joseph Quinn….
✨M A T E R I A L GWORL ✨
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Rip Eddie munson...You will be remembered in our hearts 🕊️💓
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