#Eddie Munson x Latina! reader

[gravedigginbbydoll]

Me thinking about Eddie’s very white Midwest raised ass loving a Latine person and being sooooo confused at some of the cultural norms like

“Babe, why do we wash the dishes in the sink before we put them in the dishwasher? It works fine-“

“Honey? Can you tell me why you’re touching HOT FOOD with your BARE HANDS?!”

“Uh… why did we reuse this container for sauce??”

“Babe I love you and I know you’re just trying to help, but putting Vicks on my feet and socks over it sounds like a textural nightmare…”

“…remind me again why the cookie tin needs to have sewing supplies in it?”

“Are you sure we need all these grocery bags? And why do we put them in another grocery bag, that seems a little… okay okay! I won’t question it.”

“Babe, are you sure we shouldn’t leave now? I thought the party was at 8? It’s like 10 pm!”

And more

lol

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

A Freak and a Basket Case: An Eddie Munson x Fem!Hispanic!Reader

Chapter One - Seek and Destroy

After many years of being unable to connect in a personal way with reader insert fiction across all genres, I’ve decided to make an insert where I’m forcing you to eat a concha, speak a little Spanish and be absolutely weird. I’m a short Hispanic chick who was a loser in high school bro. I admire other writers here in the fandom who have every confidence in me being a bombshell badass, but I’m not her. This one’s for my Hispanic/Latina no sabo girlies who never beat the weird kid allegations and who never fit right into any mold. Con mucho amor. ❤️

[Masterlist] - Chapter One (You are here) - Chapter Two

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Hawkins, Indiana was going to be hell on earth, of that, you were certain.

You did not want to move here in the first place. This whole situation was horseshit. Spur of the moment pendejadas from the family matriarch in command of a newly formed triad. The family did not need a fresh start over in a new home, everyone needed to start looking harder. Expanding the search area. Keeping the name in the media. Doing something about the rampant corruptions and blatant conspiracy afoot.

So you were going to do what you did best: shut out the entire world, and focus inward.

I will not hold fear… Fear is the mind killer…

“Sit up right huevona! You’re going to mark my seats.”

You slid your feet off the seat, hoping deliberately that your shoes left marks. You were looking out the window with a scowl. You wanted to be anywhere but here, in this piece of shit town…

Your mother obviously noticed the scowl, as she sighed deeply before trying to talk to you again.

“I know you’re not happy, but this is a new start for us. Try to make the best of it, yeah?”

“And why couldn’t we just have moved somewhere else in New Mexico?! Chingao, you didn’t even think about it, you just put your finger on the map and ya!”

“Watch your mouth.” Your mother snapped. “And you know it wasn’t just putting a finger and ya. We needed a fresh start, and Hawkins was the best choice we could make. It wasn’t as impulsive as you make it out to be, it’s what’s best for all three of us.”

“And what the hell about dad?!” You demanded. “Huh?! How the shit do we continue doing our part if we’re all far away?!”

Your mother’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, eyes narrowing as she drove. Your words had obviously hit a raw nerve. It had only been a year and some change… The changes hadn’t even had time to settle before the move came.

“What’s done is done. How many times am I going to have to go through this?! It’s been over a year, it’s time to accept he’s not coming back. Basta!”

“Bullshit…” You hissed, quietly resigning yourself to silence as you knew any further provocation would start another fight you didn’t want to hear.

The Dodge Aspen continued down the unfamiliar streets. Even though the realtor had boasted about the minimal commute to the schools, with traffic and the morning commute, Hawkins managed to turn a ten-minute drive into almost forty-five minutes. Luckily, your mom had anticipated this. By five am that morning your mother was already blasting a mix of oldies on her eight track, banging on your bedroom door and setting off the barking of your family’s two dogs. Tiffany had almost tripped you in the bathroom when you stumbled in to use the hair dryer brush on your unruly hair, Scruffy had refused to go outside into the dog run, and the family cat Rhett had puked all over your brother Jaime’s work pants while he screamed at you to help him find another pair. Useless from years of mi hito syndrome.

It had been a shitshow of a morning, an omen of things to come.

Your mother blasted the horn at a green Chevy that nearly sideswiped her, trying to cut in front of her.

“Pinches babosos!” Your mother growled under your breath, but you were too pissed off to care about your normally prim mother’s little slip up.

The two of you stayed in silence for some time, until you spoke up.

“You couldn’t have picked somewhere with raza at least? Like California?” You muttered, “A la chingada mujer.”

“What does it matter if there’s no raza here?!” Your mother demanded. “There’s no way we could have managed in California, and Hawkins Elementary was the only district hiring for my preferred grade. I wasn’t going to kill myself working with middle schoolers in Lynwood!”

“But serio mom?! Right at the start of senior year, you didn’t want to wait until I graduated?”

“With the way you were acting, you were on your way to getting held back for the year.” Your mother hissed, clearly fed up with your bullshit. “So shut your mouth and quit complaining.”

You shut your mouth. What could you say to that? Your mother was right.

A lot had changed in the past year. You were now compulsive in your actions, self-soothing in the oddest ways as old, pre-established habits became worse or new symptoms developed. Pacing up and down the hallway of the old house listening to music on full blast was not anything new, chewing on your clothes was, as was the rebellion of dying all of the new clothes your mom bought you some shade of black or gray. You had always been a bit of a space case, living in your imagination as a kid and reading your weird books or bothering your parents with stories of aliens and weird monsters, but that had all been innocent fun. Science fiction books and fairy movies did not a troubled teen make, but lately that vivid imagination was shrouded in grimdark. Obsessive thoughts, spiteful biting comments, lashing out and isolating away from everyone... This was not normal. This was not your normal.

The reasonably happy, vibrant kid that your mother knew was gone. Instead replaced by a bitter, angry young adult at eighteen years of age that had your innocence ripped traumatically away from you too young.

I will not hold fear… Fear is the mind killer…

This was not how senior year was supposed to go. Senior year was supposed to be the last hoorah. A happy time to start preparing for reality. For college plans. Not a time to be stuck in a small Midwestern town that felt like a foreign country.

The scenery of green trees scattered among the brick-and-mortar buildings of Hawkins held no interest for you. Normally you would be excited at all the greenery, the majority of your life spent staring at the same desert scrubs and adobe houses. Hawkins had four seasons, New Mexico had maybe two, but you would have given up four seasons and Midwestern charm for the sand and red clay mountains any day. New Mexico was closer to what was important.

New Mexico was closer to dad…

It only got worse from there as the car approached the high school. Your mom pulled into the drop lane; the car still idle as she stared you down with a hard gaze.

“Mija, I know this isn’t ideal. But you’re strong. You’re going to do fine. Just please… Please try to make the best of this situation. Do it for me, huh?”

Absolutely no move was made to exit the vehicle despite the impatience of the cars still waiting to exit the drop off lane. You stared at the collective student body of Hawkins High with disdain, downright disgust even. As if you would rather swallow glass than get out of the Dodge. You began chewing on the sleeve of your large jacket, already sweltering under layers of clothes even though the summer mornings in Hawkins were balmy at 85 degrees with high humidity.

“Stop chewing on it mensa, you’re going to ruin the sleeve!” Your mother said, swatting your hand.

You moved the cuff away from your mouth but said nothing, instead fishing in the pocket for your Walkman. When you pulled it out, you opened the tape deck and rooted through your backpack, yanking out a cassette tape from the depths and popping it in. The volume was up so high that your mother scowled when she heard what was blasting from the orange foam speakers of your headphones when you pressed the play button.

“Come on mija, you couldn’t pick something happier for your first day at a new school?”

“Nope.” you growled, pushing the Walkman into your pocket. “I’m not picking shit else. I’m going to play this fucking tape so loud, that everyone is going to stay far the fuck away from me.”

The bite in your tone was unmistakable. You were more afraid than angry.

Despite your mother’s sputtering protests and grabbing hands, you unbuckled yourself, threw open the car door, slung your backpack over your shoulder and slammed the car door on the way out.

Your arrival at school was not exactly on the best of terms, and already you were making enemies out of the majority preppy crowd of Hawkins High. Stomping your way through throngs of students to the front office for your locker assignment and school timetable, bumping the shoulders of anyone who got in your way, nearly sending some lanky string bean of a freshman flying into his little group of friends.

The hell with everyone you figured. Kick rocks. Kiss my ass. Fuck yourself with a bent tire iron.

I will not hold fear… Fear is the mind killer…

You hoped the coordination of the day would repel everyone too. Unlike everyone else who had set up their first day back ensembles with care the night before, you came to school in a black cardigan over top a gray linen dress, black tights layered with dirty socks, beat up Chuck Taylors that had been everywhere from White Sands to TRC, and your hair half assed done.

The piece de resistance was the jacket. Even though it was the end of August, you wore a large Carhartt jacket over your ensemble. Your headphones were on, your Walkman was blasting so loud that the music could be heard when you walked, and your scowl was so menacing that you could not help but lunge at and startle a few innocent girls in pastel color culottes as they passed you by. It was your one line of defense; to deter the general populace of Hawkins High you had decided to be a goddamned menace.

It was unfortunate really, because no matter how hard you tried to deter everyone away from you, it took you maybe the first ten minutes of trying to find your classes to realize that Hawkins High, home of the Tigers, had fangs that could snap even the most ironclad of wills.

You were drastically underprepared for the high schooler’s reception to your take no shit attitude. One big dude you shoulder checked ended up checking you right back into the tan lockers, the crash of your body into the metal was loud and embarrassing, causing a gaggle of girls to point and laugh. They said hateful, evil, ignorant shit as they passed, screaming it into your ear or yanking your headphones right off your ears so you would be forced to listen. The name calling cut deep to the core too. One girl even called you a slur to your face, a foot flashed out from some wastoid and nearly sent you toppling to the ground had your oversized jacket not caught on the door handle to the girl’s bathroom.

It was fucking humiliating. You wanted everyone to go away and leave you alone, and your rebellious attempts at being a badass only ended up attracting every kind of attention you did not want.

You hid in the girl’s bathroom, pushing passed a girl in a blue sundress and a strawberry blonde side ponytail to lock yourself in a stall. The tears could not wait until you were sure the bathroom was empty, you began to sob uncontrollably, loud and unashamed, the noises so awkward you did not hear the whispers of the other girls as they exited the facilities.

Fuck this day. Fuck this town. You wanted out. If you could just run away now and hitchhike with the first car you saw today, you would do it.

Dainty footsteps approached your stall as you bawled like a baby, a soft knock making you freeze.

“Go away!” you cried, voice small and hoarse from the sobbing.

“… Hey it’s… It’s going to be okay…”

A soft, delicate voice only foretold by a pair of blue high heels at the opening of the bottom of the stall. You did not know the girl, nor did you want to.

“Go away…” you begged, face burning with embarrassment as you groveled for your freedom. “Please… Please just go away and leave me alone!”

The shoes hesitated, but eventually walked away. Leaving you to your pity party.

I will not hold fear… Fear is the mind killer…

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes cabrona. Quien te tiene?

You could already hear the criticism from your mother in your mind as the late bell rang and everyone had cleared out of the bathroom to their first period class. With your glasses all smudged up from tears and snot, you exited the stall with your tail between your legs, cleaning up at the sink and washing your face clean before you made up your mind. You were not going to class today or ever again, every part of your mind was made up. Now it would only be a matter of time to find an out. Maybe you could walk home, steal Jaime’s ranfla or the Dodge Aspen to make your escape, probably the Aspen since it was less inconspicuous and would blend into the sea of cars on the freeway better than a blue 1972 Chevy Monte Carlo that was well loved. Besides, the Chevy was out of the question until Jaime got back from work at the Hawkins Water Utility, and you were not going to wait that long for him to come home and stop you. The elementary school was a closer walk, and as you walked out of the girls bathroom without checking if the coast was clear, you put your headphones on to drown out all outside distractions and blasted your Walkman to formulate how you were going to break into and hotwire your mom’s car (you knew how to do neither of these things).

As you were walking, you heard nothing. Saw only the school entrance doors ahead of you, but that did not mean you were not still jumpy and traumatized from before. You were walking quickly, unaware of the noise you were making and drastically underprepared for the biggest shock of your life.

You felt yourself being snagged by the strap of your backpack, an iron grip on your shoulders summoned a scream so loud that it hurt your throat and made you jump nearly ten feet. Your headphones were yanked from your ears, and a low voice with hot breath was in your ear muttering words that would drastically change your life.

“You’ve got bitchin’ taste in music there, princess.”

“FUCK ME FREDDY!”

[gold-steins]

fic where eddie and goth reader fuck in a cemetery

[munsonsfairy]

🌞🤎☕️ LA MAÑANA • EDDIE MUNSON

a/n: happy hispanic heritage month!! tqm mis amores. i woke up super homesick and sobbed into my pillow. i needed some comfort and immediately thought of this.

imagining waking up with eddie after a wedding or big party, you’re both hungover (this is so funny because i don’t even drink but just go with it), and you can smell breakfast being cooked by your abuelita. the sweet smell of coffee fills the house.

eddie turns around and nestles into your neck with his arm wrapped around you. “hmm, can stay here forever.”

the sound of his stomach grumbling says otherwise, so he sits up as you stay laying down. you admire the freckles on his back and wish you could connect them to form constellations.

“c’mon, i’m not missing your grandma’s breakfast.”

you protest a little until you’re being dragged from your legs by eddie. he grabs your hands and leans down to give you a good morning kiss.

in the kitchen, you see your parents sitting at the table with their plates full of delicious food: barbacoa, eggs, and beans. they both have bowls of menudo with cilantro and onion. in the middle of the table warm tortillas and a box of pan dulce (sweet bread) waits for you.

eddie immediately goes to help your abuelita. of course she favors him more than you, so she serves him first. eddie sticks his tongue out at you as you playing roll your eyes. while your plate is being served, eddie makes your coffee. it’s little things like this that warm your heart. he always remembers.

what you don’t know is that eddie silently thank the universe for blessing him a family.

[queenimmadolla]

Eddie Munson is 100% the type to consider Taco Bell as Mexican cuisine, which is why I’d have to change that and make him actual tacos that taste a thousand times better than anything Taco Bell has EVER offered.

Just have to hold a prayer circle in the hopes that he doesn’t have the Cilantro soap gene.

[creationcitystreet-em]

Foolish One

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Latina Reader

Summary: You are pining after Eddie as you two get to know each other post high school. AU, could be modern but I don't think I get specific enough for it to matter so it could also be 80s

A/N: This was supposed to be shorter, but really it's just an incredibly self indulgent post high school AU with Eddie. It's not my best work, but I'm going through some stuff in my personal life and it was cathartic writing it out pretending it's about Eddie and not a real person, so that's what I did and I thought sharing it could maybe be fun

Warnings: angst, (mutual?) pining, fluff (if you squint), not a happy ending (I'm sorry, if I have to suffer with my feelings than so do all of you)

Also kinda based on a Taylor Swift Song: Foolish One (TV, From the Vaut)

words:~2200

Masterlist

You knew of Eddie while in high school. How couldn’t you? It was a small town where almost everyone knew each other. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t in your class or that you had never spoken a single word to each other, you knew of him because everyone knew of him. Since you didn’t really know him, you never had the highest opinion of him either. All you saw was the trouble making metal head who was terrible at school and sold drugs on the side. Not that you were one to judge, you didn’t know his life and he never seemed to cause anyone else harm. You just knew you never would have clicked and your friend groups never crossed paths anyway. It wasn’t until two years after you graduated high school, attending a college in Indianapolis and working a job on the side to support yourself that you finally officially met Eddie. He had transferred stores from your hometown to the location in Indianapolis. You were an assistant manager at this store and it just so happened to be that Eddie was an assistant manager as well. When you heard the announcement of his transfer, your ears perked up at recognizing the name. 

“I know him,” you had said to your work friend. “We went to high school together.”

“Oh nice, is he good at his job?” your friend asked you. “I’m not sure. I mean he didn’t have what I would call the best work ethic in school so I’m surprised he’s a manager now. It’ll be interesting to see how that goes.” You were less than enthused, hoping your job didn’t get harder because someone on the team was a notorious slacker. 

However, as it turned out, Eddie was an amazing coworker. You worked a lot with him, and got to know him for the first time. He was smart and funny and an overall good person. He was in Indianapolis building a fanbase for his band and also earning more money so he could go to a bigger city and hopefully make it big. The two of you shared a lot of similar interests and cared a lot about the same things. You both had this drive for justice, Eddie was a big attendee of protests in the name of different causes and organizations, and you were planning to become a lawyer one day to work for an organization that would help immigrants in situations where they couldn’t afford one. 

He expressed concern for you when you were overly stressed with school and work and tried his best to help alleviate that stress where he could. You also became friends outside of work as he invited you to a few protests he knew you would feel passionate about, and you had enjoyed some nights out with him and some other managers at your store. And it only took a few months to realize that you had developed feelings for Eddie, but that wasn’t a revelation you were very happy about. 

It just so happened to be that Eddie was already dating someone else, and they seemed very happy together being they had been together for about a year already. She had also gone to your high school but while Eddie was only a year younger than you so you had at least known of him, she was a few years younger and you didn’t even recognize her name. Turns out she was living in Cincinnati attending college to be a teacher, and he tried to spend any free time they had to go visit her. 

It made you sad, but you tried to brush it off quickly, scoffing at the absurdity of you dating Eddie anyway. He was friendly to you because he was friendly to everyone at work. You guys had become friends, but it was clear he loved his girlfriend, and you would never be one to break a couple up. Besides, you were too busy to date anyway. You had tried a few times since starting college and they never lasted that long. 

However, no matter how much you tried, you could not stop the bubbly feelings you got every time the two of you spoke about your shared interests, or when you joked about the mundane parts of your job, or when you felt a sense of calmness, happiness, and acceptance whenever you were around him. And with the way he increasingly spent time with you and seemed to feel so comfortable and happy around you as well, you began to see patterns that maybe indicated he felt the same way for you. Like whenever you caught him staring at you while the two of you worked on paperwork in the office, or when he would blush at a compliment or a daring tease sent his way.

“Oh so you’re like a nerd?” You teased one day at work when he had told you about DnD and all the time he’s spent running campaigns. He gawked at you in fake offense.

“Excuse me? Those are strong words coming from someone who got straight As all through high school.”

“And how do you know that?” you asked, surprised because you assumed he never gave you a second thought in high school.

“Are you kidding? How could I not?” he looked at you like you were the crazy one in this situation and not the other way around.

“What are you talking about? It’s not like I went around bragging about my grades to the whole school.”

“No,” he said with a smirk. “But anyone who paid any attention to you could tell you were smart and cared a lot about school. But it makes sense, you have a lot of dreams you’re working towards. Need to do well in school to achieve those.”

“You paid attention to me?” You asked in a brief moment of curiosity overriding your nerves. Now it seemed to be his turn to get flustered.

“I mean, like I said, it wasn’t hard for most people to notice.” The conversation died down as the two of you went back working, but your mind could not focus on anything but Eddie. You felt stupid for constantly convincing yourself that he might feel the same way you did. You wished you were better at deciphering other people’s feelings and that you had the confidence to confront him about it. Your hopeless romantic feelings were just going to end up hurting you more in the long run and you needed to stop letting yourself dwell on something that would never happen. 

You got better at it by focusing more on school and work than before. That was what you needed to do anyway to accomplish your goals. Silly thoughts of whether a boy liked you or not was just a distraction, especially when that boy was already clearly in love with someone else. You thought you had gotten better at pushing down your feelings for him, but you were proven wrong when it was a little over a year after you had been working together and your work best friend realized what was going on. 

“You like Eddie!” She exclaimed as you tried to shush her down so nobody else heard as you were taking inventory at work.

“Ok, yes I like Eddie, but you gotta keep it down ok? I don’t want anyone else to know about it.” 

“But why?! You two would be perfect together, everyone else should know about it so the two of you can get together! It’s obvious he likes you too!”

“What? Are you crazy? He doesn’t like me, we’re just friends. Besides, he’s been with his girlfriend from back home for over two years now. It’s not going to happen.”

“I heard they aren’t doing well right now,” she said.

“What?” You froze at the news, not having heard that yet. But it wasn’t like he talked about his relationship to you often. Maybe something had happened and you didn’t know about it. “Where did you hear that?”

“Kim said she overheard him talking to Brandon last week about it. They’re both really busy with work and school and his band, they don’t see each other enough anymore. It’s causing problems in their relationship.” You pondered over this information for a bit, not sure how to take it. You hated how it gave you a glimmer of hope, maybe they’ll break up and something could happen between you two. You shook your head at the thought. Eddie was your friend, how could you hope he gets his heart broken by ending his relationship.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m sure they’ll work it out. Besides, I’m too busy to start a relationship either.”

“Okay, whatever you say,” she gave you a knowing look and you sighed as you felt your heart continue to hope for something to possibly work out in your favor. 

Months later, when you were spending time with Eddie, you gave into your curiosity and brought up his relationship. You pretended you didn’t already hear about the problem, and just asked how his girlfriend was doing. He confessed that things were rough as they barely had time to see each other anymore. Seeing him so upset about it broke your heart and made you feel guilty for wanting them to break up. It was obvious that the distance was making it difficult for them. 

You swallowed your feelings and tried to give him some advice. He seemed grateful for that, but it sounded like the two of them were just too busy to make each other a priority anymore, and it also even seemed like they didn’t want to make each other a priority anymore either. It made you wonder if maybe they would be better off just breaking up. Not for you to swoop in and date him, but maybe they both would be happier apart. It sounded to you like they were just together out of familiarity at this point. They had been together for years now, it was hard for them to picture themselves not together so they just ignored how unhappy both of them were. You didn’t tell him these thoughts though, not trusting yourself to be seeing it from an unbiased perspective. And so they stayed together and you stayed pining after a guy you probably would never get to be with.

Sooner than you expected, graduation came around and you were preparing to move to Chicago in pursuit of your law degree. You were excited for this next big step, but also very sad to have only one summer left in Indiana with the friends you had there, especially Eddie. 

Despite your efforts, your feelings for him had only grown more and more over the two years you two worked together. But logic had to win over feelings. How could it even work out for you two even if you did end up together? You weren’t going to stay behind just to stay with Eddie, and you wouldn’t ask Eddie to go with you to Chicago. If by some act of god, the two of you actually got together over the summertime, you would just be split again by years of law school and it would have ruined your friendship for nothing. 

Sometimes you wished you were the type of person to do anything for the chance at love, but you weren’t. You had a plan and dating Eddie didn’t work in that plan, so there was no point in even trying. That’s not how your friend saw it though.

“You’re gonna tell him how you feel right? I mean your chances are running out, you have to at least try!” As much as you wanted to agree with her, you just couldn’t. 

“No, I already made up my mind, I’m not gonna do that.”

“But you two are meant for each other!”

“Maybe,” you sighed in exasperation. “But let’s say you’re right. Let’s say he leaves his girlfriend of 3 years for me. Then what?! I leave for law school at the end of July, we’d be living almost 4 hours away from each other, and we’d be having the same issues that he’s having with her right now.” She gives you a sympathetic look and it’s enough to cause the tears to start forming in your eyes. You let the last bit of romantic hope in your heart out as you continued to explain “I have to hope that what we have is special enough to come back to. Maybe one day it’ll be the right time and place for us. But that’s not right now. So I can’t ruin what we have by telling him how I feel, I just can’t.” 

And with that, it was over. You left for school, kept in touch with your old friends, but distance was hard on any kind of relationship. Of course you couldn’t help but think “what if” with Eddie, but it didn’t matter anymore. The two of you had grown apart and that was that.

[lagataprrr]

MDNI: EDDIE MUNSON

Visual representation of how Eddie Munson wants you to sit on his face and smother him with your pussy.

[sunflowerxthoughts]

I think Eddie would really love to have a Hispanic partner.

I'm Spanish so I can only talk about the different folklore and culture we have in here, but I have a lot of Latinx friends and I love all I've learnt from them all through the years.

All the folklore and mythology from each country? He'd be SO into that. And it'd be great inspiration for his campaigns and it gives him a reason to let them talk as long as they want about it.

Meeting with a most of the family for any meal? He's dragging Wayne with him. It doesn't matter if it's arepas, tamales, mate, empanadas, croquetas, jamón, pà amb tomàquet, anticuchos, raspao, pupusas, ropa vieja, man is eating it up. Those two can cook but barely make the effort so the leftovers are something they are more than happy about. That's a personal hc but I think he'd really love tequeños.

Now, music he'd have a hard time with. Aside from the fact that he is a metalhead, he is lanky and probably seeing something like bachata probably takes him a whole year to moves those hips. Abuelitas love him regardless, he'd jam with them to Luis Miguel.

Idk I can think of many scenarios and all of them are great. I might be just indulging myself here, but oh well.

[gravedigginbbydoll]

Wanting to work on writing today/ this week as it’s my holiday break and my only free time for a bit…

Also

Thinking of writing a blurb about Latine! Reader making Eddie Abuelita for the first time?? Bc 💕 and I just made a huge amount this morning

👀

Lemme know ur thoughts

[websterss]

LOVE LYRICS — EDDIE MUNSION

SUMMARY: Eddie decides to visit you at work, but when he gets there, he doesn’t think he’d find you in a funk.

WARNING(S): Fluff

WORD COUNT: 2,275

PAIRING: Eddie Munson x latina!Reader  

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

When Eddie came to visit you in the studio. He had this idea of finding you busy. He thought he’d see you in the booth, singing your heart out. Finding Zack your recording engineer laying down some tracks for you to sing on top of, but atlas, when he entered the room, he was more confused as fuck. He titled his head in confusion. He found you sprawled out on the sofa the room had with your head hanging off the side, a notebook messy sprawled on top of your stomach.

“Babe..?” He called out to you. He stood by the entrance. “Is she dead?“ Eddie gestured to you. Zack quickly looked up from his laptop and glanced over his shoulder. He sighed and carried on with what he was doing.

“Nope, but I’m sure she wishes.”

“How long has she been like that?” Eddie had a knack for being concerned about you.

“About an hour or so now.” Zack shrugged. “I tried to tell her she was on the right track, but she stopped functioning-” Zack checked his watch. “An hour and forty-five minutes ago. Good luck.”

Eddie looked back at you. You were unfazed by his arrival, looking straight up at the ceiling. You resembled a dead corpse. He wasn’t even gonna question your current state, so he opted to walk over to the couch, crouch down, and press a tender kiss against your temple. It was like the cogs in your brain started spinning as soon as his lips touched your skin. Humming out a sigh. Your eyes closed as you leaned into his kisses.

“No te merezco.” I don’t deserve you. You opened your eyes to meet his big doe eyes staring down at you. 

“What makes you say that?” He chuckled, reaching with his hand to remove tiny baby hairs from your forehead.

“You and your selfless acts of affection. Your need to always ensure I’m not in a bad mood. You and your stupid face blessing me on this god awful day, just when I need you.” You pouted. Eddie only raised a brow in amusement at your antics. Typical you.

“Lo siento…I’ll try to do better next time.” I’m sorry. Eddie said simply. He couldn’t hide his smile. He cracked.

“You dare mock me?” You sunk further into the leather sofa.

“I’d never fathom doing such a thing. Not when my wife is down in her slumps and I don’t know why.”

You hummed in delight. Your eyes crinkling at the corners. “Say it again, it sounds good when you say it.”

“What? My wife? You wouldn’t happen to know where she is by any chance, do you?” He looked over his shoulder in jokes of hoping to catch you in the booth. You laughed then flinched upon having his hands and fingers poke and wiggle against your body. Your flight or fight kicked in causing you to try and escape his attacks. You were a lost cause, and Eddie was winning. “Last I recall she told me she was gonna make today a kick ass one. Not to mention, record the first song on her new album!” He exclaimed victoriously as he heard the angelic sound of your melodious laughter. It was music to his ears. Feeling satisfied he stopped and let you breathe. “What’s wrong?”

“Ihavewritersblock.” You grunted, rolling onto your stomach, face planted into the leather. Your childish antics now felt stupid considering your current situation. It felt silly to you to be upset, but your lack of lyrical creativity was taking a toll on you.

“Yeah…I understood none of that. Come on, talk to me. Qué te pasa, hermosa?” What’s wrong, beautiful?. He poked your rib cage causing you to flinch again. You sighed deeply then turned your head so your cheek laid flat.

“I. Have. Writers block.” You whined.

“Writer block you say.” Eddie titled his head. He mocked your tiny pout.

“Yes.” You fake cried.

“Well, we can’t have that now can we?” He groaned as he stood up tall. His hand held out for you to grab. You solemnly eyed his palm before clasping your hand in his. He helped you up into a sitting position. He flopped down next to you and fetched your wrinkled notebook up. Flopping the thing into his lap. “Alright lets see what we’re working with...” He threw you a coy smirk before fixing his gaze on the lyrics you wrote down. “Zach this might be the time to be on stand by...” Eddie casually told him as he eyed the page closely. 

You watched on as your husband bit his lip in concentration. You raised your hand up to your lips. The tip of your nail only managed to brush your front top teeth before Eddie intercepted and brought your hand down to intertwine his with yours. Old habits die hard, but Eddie was consistent to get you to stop biting and picking at your nails. You invited the gesture warmly and fiddled with the rings on his fingers. “It’s not done...” 

“I know...most of these verses are not even finished.” He snorted. 

“Don’t remind me!” You let yourself fall face first into his clad leathered shoulder.

“Hey. The verses are good, you just need to finish writing them out.” Eddie pressed a reassuring kiss to your head. “It’s a beautiful song though. I think it’s great that you’re finally doing an English album.”

“Yeah?” You lifted your head. Your eyes held onto hope and uncertainty.

“Yes, my brilliant lyricist. With a mind like yours, it’s nothing but hits after hits with you!” He sweetly peppered your face in kisses. Your face grew warm catching Zach getting a laugh out of you two. “What are we thinking Zach? Top 100?”

“If this song is headed in the direction I think it is...” Zach swiveled around to face you. “Top twenty. Maybe even number one.” 

“Yeah right...” You scoff, looking down in your lap. “I’ve only managed to do that with Spanish songs. What makes you so sure I’ll be able to do it with an English one?”

“Y/n, you’re giving the fans what they’ve always wanted. We’ve finally listened, and now we’re in the process of delivering. Baby steps.” Zach flashed you a wide toothed grin.

“Well, these baby steps are a bit wobbly.” You chuckled, then turned the notebook around to let him see your scribbles. “If anything we’re crawling our way through this album.” You joked.

“You need to give yourself more credit.” Eddie hummed into your temple. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side as you both settled into the sofa more.

“I need more than just credit, Eddie. I need some goddamn words!” You love-tapped him with your notebook.

“Words huh?” He took back the notebook and started reading the lyrics again. “Hey Zach, can you play it for me?” 

Zach paused and looked at you for the okay to play it for him. You looked at him like a fish out of water. Eddie caught on and furrowed his brows.

“Am I missing something?” He nervously laughed.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You grew nervous, settling on the rings he still liked to wear. “I wanted to wait for it to be released to show it to you. It was inspired by you actually. But I need you to hear it so that you can help me.” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I need you now more than ever.” You looked over at Zach and nodded.

Not a second later the song's track started playing. Filling Eddie’s ears as he looked up at you in surprise. His eyes glossed over, as the soft ballad started playing. You wrote a song about him. 

One of many he would like to say because other inspired songs have been in Spanish, he loved your songs in Spanish, he was able to enjoy them without knowing what you were saying, but this is the first song you’ve written about him that he would be able to fully comprehend. 

Years of being married to you wasn’t enough to perfect his poor Spanglish. You promised him he was getting better at understanding Spanish. He thought so too, but he was only fluent to a certain extent that allowed him to get him through some small talk. Other than that he was a lost cause, but he was still trying. For you he would always try. He knew within time he’d get better. Eddie liked to joke around with you and say sooner or later he’d be able to talk behind people’s backs in two languages. You’d playfully scorn him about it, but you’d have a laugh about it too.

“Late at night when all the world is sleeping. I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star. That somewhere you are thinking of me too...” 

You were kneeling back on your heels, sitting anxiously wondering the type of reaction you were gonna get out of him. 

Eddie kept looking back at the lyrics, eyes furrowed in focus. He was thinking. You just didn’t know if it was good or bad. He finally looked up at you, his bottom lip bitten by him.

“You hate it...”

“What? No!” Eddie could see the knobs turning in your head. He had about a second to ensure that he in fact loved the song. “I love it!” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You didn’t even let me talk.” He followed your jaw down to your neck and nestled his lips into your skin. You closed your eyes as he kissed you over and over. He pulled back, sighing. “I was gonna say you’re missing the chorus.”

“I know!” You exclaimed. Eddie rubbed your arm up and down in a soothing motion. “I can’t think of anything. I need you and your brain.” You poked the side of his temple.

Eddie smiled at that. Then started humming the song. “m m mmm I just wanna hold you close. But so far. All I have are dreams of you...” He trailed off in thought. He looked over at you then started singing the third verse randomly. “m mmm I still can't believe. That you came up to me. And said, ‘I love you. I love you too!” He looked down at the notepad. Then that’s when you saw the geers shift in his head. It usually starts with a smile then he’ll add in his own suggestions. “What if the chorus was something like...I’m dreaming of youuu tonight? Like you’re starting off with talking about fantasizing the person you love, in this case it’s me.” He said it all smug-like. You smacked him, but nodded. 

“Til tomorrow...That could be the next line because you can’t sleep forever, right? You eventually wake up.” Zach added in.

“Yes!” You pointed at him. “But what could come after that? I don’t wanna wake up, I wanna keep dreaming...I wanna hold onto Eddie in this dreamlike state.”

 “I’ll be holdin’ you close…” Eddie sang out suggestively.

“No, not close...” You shook your head.

“Tight?” Zach shrugged. You perked up at that.

“I’ll be holdin’ you tight...” Eddie sang again with the new added word.

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“I really liked that line you wrote in verse three at the beginning.” Eddie pointed it out with the pencil in his hand.

“The- Late at night when all the world is sleeping...that one?” You sang. 

“Yeah that one, you mentioned sleeping. Where are you sleeping, though?” He asked with curiosity in his eye. This time he watched the knobs turn in your head. “You get where I’m going, right?” He laughed excitedly. 

“My room...” You trailed off. Then gasped. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“Que?” What?. He laughed. “Is the magic happening? Did the light switch finally turn on in there.” He knocked against your head for the gist. “Is this the part where you tell me you love me and how I’m a genius-” Eddie was cut off as you leaped into his arms. 

“That’s it! That’s it! Lo hicistes mi vida.” You did it, my life. You cupped his face and planted a smooch on him. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” You quickly got off his lap and ran into the booth. “Zach!” You screeched in delight.

“On it!” Zach scooted his chair up.

You walked up to the mic and put your headphones on. You couldn’t help but scream into the mic and express your feelings. “Te amo, mi vida!” I love you, my life.

Eddie had walked over to the switches and buttons, leaning forward into his palms. He brought the palm of his fingers up to his lips, then blew you a kiss. You caught it and started writing down the words lodged in your head. 

“I think I got it!” 

“Ready when you are.” Zach said into the mic.

“Ready!” You danced in your spot as you waited for the music to appear in your ears. Then you finally heard your own recorded voice from the first verse.

Late at night when all the world is sleeping. I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star. That somewhere you are thinking of me too.

You took a big inhale of air then started singing the chorus.

“Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight. 'Til tomorrow. I'll be holding you tight. And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be. Than here in my room. Dreaming about you and me...”

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[thewritersaddictions]

Eddie Munson: 2023 Episode Log

Starts on April 10th, 2023

The Summary: Eddie falls down from the upside down instead of seeing the kids. Instead, he sees the prettiest girl.

Warnings: OFC(Lilly), Smut, 18+, Flashforward, Flashbacks, 1985 to 2023, Not aging, Character death, Eddie is still 21/22, Drama, Friends fighting/Couple fighting, angst, futuristic setting-ish, Jason carver is still a dick.

Word Count: 65,048

A/n- firefly-graphics for divders

Music Log: The Crew Cuts- Sh Boom Sh Boom; Gover Washington (Ft. Bill Withers)- Just the two of us; Whitney Houston- I wanna dance with somebody (Who loves me); Stevie Wonder- Isn't She Lovely; Earth, Wind & Fire- Let's groove

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Series Master List

Episode 1 The Fall (04/10/23) Episode 2 Disappearing Man (04/17/23) Episode 3 No Longer Kids (04/28/23) Episode 4 In Common (05/06/23) Episode 5 Falling (05/20/23) Episode 6 The Life (05/27/23) Episode 7 History (06/03/23) Episode 8 Pause (06/10/23) Episode 9 Truth Bomb (06/17/23) Episode 10 Movie Night (06/24/23) Episode 11 Finally My Year (07/03/23) Episode 12 Nightmares (07/20/23) Episode 13 Hourglass (07/22/23)

Completed on: (07/22/2023)

Posted on: (02/02/2023) - (04/10/2023)

2023 Series tags- @impala1967dwinchester @bishiesoymilk @strangertitans @munsonology @harrycanyonmoonn @puddles01 @vxnilla-hxrddrugs @daughterofmoons @302rocks @originalstar1 @cosmicwastetopia @phoebesonlyangel @catsenco @gretavankleep37 @thedumboeli @ultra-moon-light-beam @hanavakiih @mermaidsandcats29 @mnze101 @rhapsodicaesthete @fruitcakefrogs @fandom-addict19 @rosecolorgardens @oatmealcookie92 @spencestyles @anyonehaveanyorangeslices @fruitbutt @sp1dyb0y1008 @stillfalling30minslater @sadbitchfangirl @jylanlove12 @athenapascalsblog @tracymbcm @hellfireandprettyflowers @daymixdream @thesumofmychoices @saphire2110 @lillyv4 @gabby913 @harmonib @beyondthebeautifuleyes-blog-blog @carolelacroix @fentiibratzz @sjturneronthecorner @tinydancer40 @fluffypanda04 @ginger-haired-queen @fle4bag @spookybookwxrm @sweetsouthernbitchery @slayssmari @wandamox @missbarnes-rogers @chaoticcancer @girloutofhell @natty1730 @princessadriana4-blog @thewritersaddictions @duncanhillscoffeecups @emeralddarksky

[spider-quinn]

Carcacha 🚗🦇

I was inspired by this idea from @parkerspoet from last year, which was on my to do list but haven’t gotten time to. Also a post resurfacing a week ago regarding Joe’s Spotify playlist which features one of my fav artists Selena!!!💜🌹(was not on my bingo card 😂) Its been a while since I made a video, hope y’all enjoy it 🤞🏼🤗

Please like, reblog if y’all liked it ✨🪩

[gold-steins]

i haven't posted (or really been properly active, i've been lurking for about half a year) in four years and i might end up deleting this because its so random and this isn't the account to do it but its the only one i have. fanfic writers — specifically eddie munson girlies who write x reader fics/blurbs — i so desperately need you to write more alt!reader fics. i need more of the [loser] nonpopular, punk/goth/etc girls Please. even the tomboys! i am drowning in prep/cheerleader fics/blurbs and im sure other alt girlies feel the same. thats not to say your works aren't good because they are. if i possessed even a drop of talent, and if i wrote stories/fanfics, i'd do it myself lol. so Please for the alt girlies give us a crumb. ((also would be lovely if they were poc inclusive))

[munsonsfairy]

i need to start writing eddie munson x latina!reader for my own sanity

[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

i love how as a community we think that eddie munson is a sex god, right? like we think he knows all the silly little tricks and the silly little kinks when in reality he probably doesn’t know where the clit is. like you’d have to redirect him because this mf probably has like adhd and by the time he actually finds it, you’re already turned off

“OH I FOUND IT!”

“it’s been an hour, eds.”

anyways mirror sex with eddie coming soon

[creationcitystreet-em]

I wanna write but I need some inspiration. I’m open to requests and I’ll try my best to write them!! Also I’m not really into writing smut so best to not even send those in, sorry. But angst, fluff, pining, hurt/comfort, etc I’m all for!

I’m honestly open to any characters and will let you know if I can’t do it bc I don’t know the particular character you send, but I have more experience writing for

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Daryl Dixon

Bruce Wayne

Eddie Munson

Jamie Tartt

Jon Snow

Jamie Lannister

Rick Flag

Draco Malfoy