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#literally me and all my art like#hahahahaha#“no one wants to see your garbage”#my brain is mean but also right??
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Planning a revenge like…
Thank u @wingdeer for the awesome hair! It’s been making me scream for the past two days huehuehue
Hair here♥️
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Update: I'm Alive, and still writing!
I've been in and out of the hospital just... a lot over the past couple of weeks, months? Issues with my epilepsy, had a couple procedures done, and have kinda been on probation with electronics in the meantime.
That said, I got my roommate to bring me a notebook and some pens and kept myself from going completely mad by drafting chapters and drabbles by hand.
It's my hope to get some of it typed out and published in the coming days, and see what my fellow favorite writers have been up to in the process!
#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#promises#promises fic#tempted to write some drabbles or something in the potterverse again I haven't visited in decades#????
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Overtime | Eddie Munson x OC
Eddie Munson x Female OC | E.M x Karmen Jones
Summery: A continuation of Hideout Alley. Corroded Coffin played a Saturday gig at the Hideout. Afterwards, Eddie met with his new flame and received his first ever blow job in the alleyway. After begging her not to leave, she agrees to bring him home with her. Where they learn a little more about one another and Virgin!Eddie experiences some more firsts.
Technically a Part 2 to Hideout Alley from the She Feels Like Home series but all of these stories can be read as standalones.
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female OC
Tags: Smut, Virgin!Eddie, First Time (for Eddie) Fingering, Coming in pants, Touching, Kissing, Making out, Touch Starved Eddie, Intense Eddie, Getting Together, First Love, Eddie is a sweetheart that needs to be protected.
Words: 6001 (that little 1 hurts my soul)
A/N: Set in 1986, a couple of months before Vecna attacks. Hopefully you guys like this one!
Tags: @3ddi3-daydreamer @ghosttownwherenoonegoes (Thank you both for being so amazing!)
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Eddie let himself be pulled by the hand up the few front steps of a mid-century modern home. As they paused outside the front door of Karmen’s house, Eddie looked back over his shoulder to see that her friend John, who had dropped them home was now paused in front of his door as well. They had filled Eddie in on the car ride from the Hideout that they were neighbors.
Karmen unlocked the door, fumbling with the keys before following Eddie’s gaze and waving to John fuck off.
“He always makes sure I get inside safely.” She explained with a shake of her head. “Chivalrous normally, annoying now.” She huffed, pushing the door and yanking on Eddie’s hand when he didn’t immediately follow her.
“What, does he think I’m going to attack you at your front door?” Eddie asked as he entered an open kitchen, dining and living room area. Karmen chuckled at the question, leaning back out of the door briefly to give John a pointed look before closing it in front of herself and watching through the glass. The other man waved his hand at them in annoyance, retreating into his own home and blocking their view of him.
“It’s just habit I think. Don’t take it personally.” She replied, finally answering the lingering question. “You can put that down wherever you like.” She said, gesturing towards the guitar in Eddie’s hand. He nodded, turning towards a couch to his left and setting it down gently against the cushions. Karmen watched in amusement at the tenderness he afforded his instrument. He certainly was something else.
“You’re telling me not to take things personally a lot.” Eddie commented as he turned back to her. A sly smile on his lips. “Don’t have to be worried about John do I?” He asked, only half joking. All he really knew about the other man was that they had been friends for a long time and now that they were neighbors.
Karmen barked out a laugh, crossing her arms over her chest and giving him an incredulous look.
“Jealousy Eddie?” She asked, feigning shock. “Already?”
“No!” Eddie clarified quickly, stumbling to right his wrong. “N-no, I… It’s just…” He stammered, hands out in front of him in surrender. Karmen watched him drown for a second, feeling guilty.
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maybe eddie x plus size! reader w/ the prompt “lying on the couch on top of eachother, one combing their fingers through the other’s hair as they watch a movie” but maybe reader is kind of worried at first to partially lay on him but like,,,fluffy though ? im sorry i suck at writing requests haha thank you!
I love this!!
Eddie Munson x PlusSize!Reader
Warnings: Brief mention of being too heavy, fluff, comfort, Eddie playing with your hair
Eddie won't let anything get in the way of him being close to you. - Oneshot
"Come here, or so help me god--"
"Munson! Be patient!" you say, huffing softly as you stall.
You've only been dating Eddie for about a month, and he's never asked you to lay on him. You're extremely hesitant, mostly because of the fact that you weigh more than he does, but you're embarrassed to point that out.
You walk into the living room, snacking on some chips as Eddie flips through channels. He looks up at you, a big smile on his face as he reaches out to you.
"C'mere, please," he says. You set down your bowl of chips. "C'mon, c'mon, I wanna hold you."
You smile softly.
"I'll crush you," you say, not really joking. Eddie's face falls.
"You'll-- what?"
You gesture to yourself.
"I'll break you, I think."
"Are you serious?" Eddie asks, sitting up a bit. You say nothing. "Oh my god, sweetheart, don't say shit like that. You're not gonna crush me."
"Eds--"
"No, no, I'm serious. Don't put yourself down like that. I wanna hold you, just c'mere."
You figure that there's really no point in arguing anymore, so you carefully lie down on top of your boyfriend, your cheek resting on his chest and your arms wrapped around his middle.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Eddie asks, his hand finding your hair almost immediately.
"Mm. Can you even breathe?"
Eddie smacks your ass, and you jump, laughing softly.
"Stop that," he says as you push your head against him again. You hum softly as he begins to play with your hair again. "I can breathe just fine."
You close your eyes, relaxing against him.
Eddie is silent for a few minutes, and the only sounds filling the room are breathing and the TV. Eddie kisses your forehead, and you let out a soft 'mm?'
You had been drifting off.
"I think you're perfect how you are," Eddie says. "Y'know. Just in case that wasn't clear."
You kiss his clothed chest.
"Thanks, baby."
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Eddie crying makes me want to die :’)
#*muffled sobbing*#even though I'm writing him sad and crying#seeing it makes me want to apologize for things I’ve never even done
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When I hit that writer's block wall, I have to resist the call of the void...
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Little gestures of affection, tiny words of affirmation, "I just really wanted to hug you and fall asleep on your lap but I can't put it into words so just let me do the thing". Soft Eddie is love, Soft Eddie is life.
soft, boyfriend eddie is so fucking important to me
#Seriously loving all the fun and sexy interpretations of his character#but I need me a soft boy who wants to drink cocoa and read books with a flashlight under a blanket#warm Eddie soft Eddie little ball of love
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duffer brothers, i’m inside your walls and i have a hammer
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//Promises// Pt. ?? [Preview?]
Eddie Munson x Reader
Word Count ~ 900
Notes ~ So, you ever told yourself you're committed to writing a slow burn romance? The kind that builds, and builds, and comes close a hundred times but doesn't hit the mark until it's just right? ...anyway, I love that, but I also love writing ahead for inspiration when I have writer's block on a certain passage. ...and I literally cannot stop writing soft Eddie.
So, I'm sharing a bit from a future chapter, that's still subject to change - but given my sporadic posting schedule I'm still working on it.
Warnings ~ profanity; physical abuse (talk of past abuse, abusers, etc. but no actual act); use of she/her pronouns; hurt/comfort.
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Before she could open her mouth again to continue, Eddie had leaned into the counter with his full weight; the aging wood creaked under the clenching of his palms. The sudden sound startled her, and though he tried to look apologetic, there was a stern, unusual ferocity in his eyes he couldn't hide.
"Did he… he didn't, uh, he didn't hit you, did he?"
All at once he fought the urge to reach for her, feel every curve for lumps, eye every corner for bruises; soothe the pain with his fingers, caress the soreness away, if only he could… Quickly, he busied his hands with rifling through his dark curls, mind racing, to stop himself from grabbing her in a panic. Bile rose at the back of his throat at the thought of the deep, purple wounds blossoming against her skin, struck by the hands of a coward, too weak for the stubborn pride they tried to wear like vestments of power. He knew the type too well.
As it stretched on, her silence was more painful than its implication.
"Hey, hey." In one swift move, Eddie skirted the counter and dropped to his knees in front of her. His face twisted in pained concern as he gently, reassuringly, placed a tentative hand on her shoulder. "Hon. I, I need you to tell me he didn't put his hands on you."
Pursing her lips it became clear she hid her pain behind a well-honed mask, plastered, polished, and painted so many times over the years one could hardly see how many times it'd been cracked. Finally, she shook her head in silence.
Eddie hardly had a moment to draw a breath of relief, before every muscle in his body clenched again, anxiously.
"N-no, not this time. No."
There was a pained rumble deep in his chest that manifested in the form of a weakened, feeble grunt through clenched teeth. He licked his lips a few times, a nervous tic, leaving his tongue to rest against his lips deep in thought.
"Not this time, huh?" He nodded as if he'd come to some conclusion, some agreement with himself, though his mind burned blank with a white hot disgust. Not this time. Not this time and never again.
She dropped her head a bit further, unable to hold his eye as she heard his breath catch in his throat. Eddie's usual soft, honeyd gaze had hardened to a piercing intensity she couldn't bear to see. There was something primal brewing in him and she could feel it; a defense mechanism she'd had and held since she was so very young. She'd felt his mood shift silently. Only now, unlike most, when her heart rang its silent alarm there was no fear in her, no worry at what was next to come - there was an anger in him, yes, it was unmistakable. Even so, she didn't crumble in anguish under his touch, he was security… he was safety.
"E-Eddie…" She whispered, her voice hardly disturbing the air between them.
His dark eyes turned to her in an instant, his own hyper-vigilance on alert. It was a shame, he thought briefly, that he felt that same caution coursing through her body as he knew she felt in him. It was something one would only recognize in another if they, too, bore the invisible mark; the mark of someone who'd needed to learn to defend themselves long before they were ready.
"Yeah?" He murmured back, leaning down gently.
Silent for a few long moments, she laid her hands open in her lap. Her fingers trembled slightly, inching forward a bit, but seeming to lack the strength to truly reach.
"Can I… is it okay if I j-just…" She strained her voice as thin as the morning mist, gesturing openly toward him.
He looked to her open palms drawing a long, slow breath. He'd wanted so much to be her calm, her shelter in this morning's storm, he had hardly paused to fathom how much she truly wanted, needed it, too. No matter how skilled a sailor she'd become, navigating the torrential currents of her life, every ship eventually needed to come to port; to come home.
"What you, uh, you want… me?"
She pulled her hands away quickly, fearing she'd disgusted him with the mere suggestion, sniffling softly. That was all it took for his dam to break, sweeping away all pretense of shame.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, come, come here. I've got you." He leaned in just a bit and wrapped his arms around her softly, and so very all at once. Letting out a faint sob against his shoulder she eagerly returned his embrace, clinging to him as if his presence were the only thing tethering her to the better side of an emotional breakdown.
"Hey, let it out if you need to, s’alright. I'm here; just you and me." Eddie spoke softly against her hair, giving her a firm, protective squeeze, as his heart rose into his throat. Even as she cried softly against the bare skin of his shoulder, he smiled into the crook of her neck; wondering how everything having gone so wrong could have led to this, that felt so right. His reassurance wasn't just to make her feel better for a moment, he meant every word. No matter what he had to do to make it true.
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This shot is so profoundly lonely. And not just because Eddie is on the run for his life, wanted for traumatic, ghastly murders he couldn’t have committed but had to witness anyway.
He has been internally reeling in isolation for days, with nothing to do but think as he hides. He is realizing there is so much more to the world around him than he ever knew. He’s the oldest in this group but the last to lose the innocence and bliss of not having to worry about all the horrors lurking below his town.
But in this particular moment, even as he learns more fully how much these kids are here for him, his world is the only one falling apart in every way imaginable. They’ve already been through all this before, together. He is going through this reality-altering paradigm shift alone and that is just heartbreaking.
@giftober 2022 | Day #3: Locations - Skull Rock
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best friends who never kissed not even once i swear
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//Promises// Pt. ?? [Preview?]
Eddie Munson x Reader
Word Count ~ 900
Notes ~ So, you ever told yourself you're committed to writing a slow burn romance? The kind that builds, and builds, and comes close a hundred times but doesn't hit the mark until it's just right? ...anyway, I love that, but I also love writing ahead for inspiration when I have writer's block on a certain passage. ...and I literally cannot stop writing soft Eddie.
So, I'm sharing a bit from a future chapter, that's still subject to change - but given my sporadic posting schedule I'm still working on it.
Warnings ~ profanity; physical abuse (talk of past abuse, abusers, etc. but no actual act); use of she/her pronouns; hurt/comfort.
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Before she could open her mouth again to continue, Eddie had leaned into the counter with his full weight; the aging wood creaked under the clenching of his palms. The sudden sound startled her, and though he tried to look apologetic, there was a stern, unusual ferocity in his eyes he couldn't hide.
"Did he… he didn't, uh, he didn't hit you, did he?"
All at once he fought the urge to reach for her, feel every curve for lumps, eye every corner for bruises; soothe the pain with his fingers, caress the soreness away, if only he could… Quickly, he busied his hands with rifling through his dark curls, mind racing, to stop himself from grabbing her in a panic. Bile rose at the back of his throat at the thought of the deep, purple wounds blossoming against her skin, struck by the hands of a coward, too weak for the stubborn pride they tried to wear like vestments of power. He knew the type too well.
As it stretched on, her silence was more painful than its implication.
"Hey, hey." In one swift move, Eddie skirted the counter and dropped to his knees in front of her. His face twisted in pained concern as he gently, reassuringly, placed a tentative hand on her shoulder. "Hon. I, I need you to tell me he didn't put his hands on you."
Pursing her lips it became clear she hid her pain behind a well-honed mask, plastered, polished, and painted so many times over the years one could hardly see how many times it'd been cracked. Finally, she shook her head in silence.
Eddie hardly had a moment to draw a breath of relief, before every muscle in his body clenched again, anxiously.
"N-no, not this time. No."
There was a pained rumble deep in his chest that manifested in the form of a weakened, feeble grunt through clenched teeth. He licked his lips a few times, a nervous tic, leaving his tongue to rest against his lips deep in thought.
"Not this time, huh?" He nodded as if he'd come to some conclusion, some agreement with himself, though his mind burned blank with a white hot disgust. Not this time. Not this time and never again.
She dropped her head a bit further, unable to hold his eye as she heard his breath catch in his throat. Eddie's usual soft, honeyd gaze had hardened to a piercing intensity she couldn't bear to see. There was something primal brewing in him and she could feel it; a defense mechanism she'd had and held since she was so very young. She'd felt his mood shift silently. Only now, unlike most, when her heart rang its silent alarm there was no fear in her, no worry at what was next to come - there was an anger in him, yes, it was unmistakable. Even so, she didn't crumble in anguish under his touch, he was security… he was safety.
"E-Eddie…" She whispered, her voice hardly disturbing the air between them.
His dark eyes turned to her in an instant, his own hyper-vigilance on alert. It was a shame, he thought briefly, that he felt that same caution coursing through her body as he knew she felt in him. It was something one would only recognize in another if they, too, bore the invisible mark; the mark of someone who'd needed to learn to defend themselves long before they were ready.
"Yeah?" He murmured back, leaning down gently.
Silent for a few long moments, she laid her hands open in her lap. Her fingers trembled slightly, inching forward a bit, but seeming to lack the strength to truly reach.
"Can I… is it okay if I j-just…" She strained her voice as thin as the morning mist, gesturing openly toward him.
He looked to her open palms drawing a long, slow breath. He'd wanted so much to be her calm, her shelter in this morning's storm, he had hardly paused to fathom how much she truly wanted, needed it, too. No matter how skilled a sailor she'd become, navigating the torrential currents of her life, every ship eventually needed to come to port; to come home.
"What you, uh, you want… me?"
She pulled her hands away quickly, fearing she'd disgusted him with the mere suggestion, sniffling softly. That was all it took for his dam to break, sweeping away all pretense of shame.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, come, come here. I've got you." He leaned in just a bit and wrapped his arms around her softly, and so very all at once. Letting out a faint sob against his shoulder she eagerly returned his embrace, clinging to him as if his presence were the only thing tethering her to the better side of an emotional breakdown.
"Hey, let it out if you need to, s’alright. I'm here; just you and me." Eddie spoke softly against her hair, giving her a firm, protective squeeze, as his heart rose into his throat. Even as she cried softly against the bare skin of his shoulder, he smiled into the crook of her neck; wondering how everything having gone so wrong could have led to this, that felt so right. His reassurance wasn't just to make her feel better for a moment, he meant every word. No matter what he had to do to make it true.
#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x plus size reader#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#promises#promises fic#I can't stop writing soft eddie T_T
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love love loving promises!!!! your characterization of eddie is perfect, youve got his goofiness and sarcasm down just right right. i also, as a big bitch myself, really love that the love interest in plus size. i totally see eddie someone who loooooves fat women not in like a chubby chaser kind of way but just thinks they’re beautiful and he’s RIGHT! also he’s 100% bi. i totally see that too!! anyway! very excited to see what comes next! love your writing!!!! <3
From the bottom of my heart, oh my goodness, please forgive me for not knowing how long this has been sitting here! My Tumblr has been glitched at telling me I have 6 messages in my inbox for over a year, whether there are new ones, or it's completely empty. I'm so, so sorry if it made you feel unseen!
Believe me, I take every tiny bit of people's enjoyment to heart, and it makes me happy beyond reason that people are having fun with my work! Also, the highest praise for a fic writer is knowing they nailed a character, especially a favorite of so many - I gotta try not to cry, you're so incredibly sweet!!
Eddie's an unconventional type of guy, and I believe whole-heartedly he'd find "unconventional beauty" irresistible! Frankly, I'm just happy to see Eddie getting love, but me and my Bi heart are with you entirely - big and beautiful are synonyms in this guy's heart.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!! ♥♥
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Hello ☺️ I am thoroughly enjoying your fic Promises. Could you add me to your tag list please? Thanks so much in advance!! 🖤💗🧁 (cupcake for you because I couldn’t find a brownie emoji)
Oh my goodness, thank you so very much!!! I'm so glad you're enjoying it so far! My health is keeping me from publishing as often as I'd like, but it warms my heart to know people are still following along and having fun as well. I'll absolutely add you to the tag list for my future updates! ♥
...in truth, I keep bringing brownies back because I love to bake, personally, and the recipe I get the most requests for is my brownies! I send a box to my boyfriend every couple weeks, and he laughs telling me about how his dad sneaks one every so often, even knowing they're not for him - it's too cute to be angry. ^_^" I kinda tweaked and invented the recipe myself, and thought about sharing it as a little bonus material to go with the story, and still may if anyone likes baking, too! Or, wants to have a taste of what Eddie and Dustin are having, lol. (But, there really should be a brownie emote!)
Thanks again, love!!
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