#Eddie munson headcannons

[madelynraemunson]

ex-husband!eddie headcannons

inspired by this universe (18+)

• ex-husband!eddie who flips you the bird via doorbell camera… before gently placing your mother’s day flowers on the porch 💐

• ex-husband!eddie who calls you out on things whenever you piss him off. “you love me though,” you joke snarkily, almost angelically. “i do,” is what he replies. he means it every time.

•ex-husband!eddie who refers to himself as “eddie the banished” bc you were the one to kick him out 💀

• ex-husband!eddie whose lap you're perched on at the family function. your kids send pictures to their friends and caption it, "they're divorced by the way". your kids and their friends are rooting for y'all.

• ex-husband!eddie who can never keep a girlfriend because every time the two of you pose for a family photo, they end up thinking you're better for him and dump him.

• ex-husband!eddie who still changes your oil and rotates your tires (free of charge of course)

• ex-husband!eddie who is the first person on speed dial, because no matter what, and no matter where you two stand, if you need him — he’s there.

ex-husband eddie 🥺🫶🏼

@joshlmbrt cherry this is for you! 🍒 also tagging some peeps who may have wanted a part 2 hehe (except this time it took an angsty turn)

🏷️ : @eddiesxangel @mediocredreams @nailbatanddungeon @potatobeans99

[kitmon]

Get Into The Groove | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie finds you dancing while you’re home alone and, unsurprisingly, the sight has him careening into the bottomless gorge that is loving you all over again.

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things, 2022) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: allusions to sexy times 18+ only, no actual smut, FLUFF cuz I’m a sucka for it, established relationship, reader is explicitly referred to as “girl” and “woman”

Author’s Note: Just an itty bitty thing that came to me a while ago that I jotted down in between work and school :P hope you like it! And if you’d like to enhance the experience listen to Into the Groove by Madonna and Wango Tango by Ted Nugent!

There are few things that Eddie Munson looks forward to in life: a well-planned D&D campaign, a perfectly rolled joint— the premium shit— and getting home to you.

He whistles to himself as he skips up the steps of his trailer, chains and leather creaking with each step he takes and every key he flips in his hand. The entire day he had been anticipating this moment, just as he does every weekday, where he can come home to a warm and secluded trailer, see you and kiss you the same way he did before he left to work— deep and passionate and long enough to make you dizzy— and sink into his worn-in spot on the couch with you under his arm. He smiles at the comforting thought as he pushes the door in, humming under his breath as he steps inside. 

He drops his keys into the ceramic bowl near the door with a clink before he begins peeling his jacket and vest off. His arm is halfway in and out of his jacket as his ears perk at the music trailing down the hall from his room. He finishes shrugging his jacket off, tossing it over the La-Z-Boy before he stalks towards his room, taking care to cushion his steps. As he gets closer he can make out the faint synth and the clap of the drum machine; it’s Madonna, he realizes.

He dips his head to peek through the slit between the door and the frame, eyes glowing with mirth as a wide grin consumes his face.

Only when I’m dancing can I feel this free…

He hadn't expected to find this upon coming home. You’re usually stretched out across the sofa or his bed, mentally marking the bubbles of a quiz inside a Cosmo that Nancy let you borrow or smiling to yourself as you flip through the pages of one of your bodice ripper romances. Instead, from his vantage point, he can see you singing along to the tape that you’ve popped into his stereo, sipping a black cherry Tab as you skip around his room tidying up the cluttered space. You pick up discarded clothes from his floor, pinching that lacy number he stripped off of you that morning and dangling it over your pointer finger as you absentmindedly twirl it around before tossing it into the hamper.

Tonight I’m gonna dance with someone else…

As the song builds to its chorus you drop the clothes you're working with, take one more gulp of your soda and start bobbing your head and shaking your hips. With the way you sway, he can't help but admire how your frame fits under one of his ragged sleep shirts. Your legs are bare and enticing as you prance around with only your underwear on underneath, the reliable lilac pair that you wear flashing at him with every punctuated glide you make down your legs before flipping your hair back. 

Get into the groove,

Boy you’ve got to prove,

Your love to me…

Your voice picks up in confidence and volume. Even if you're not classically trained, you make up for the wavering notes and shifting keys with your enthusiasm as you stomp about his room, shaking your head and shifting your hair as you swivel and cock your hips in a way that has Eddie swooning against the door frame. The door kicks open wider as he watches you, tongue licking at his canine in amusement and adoration.

Your singing subdues into little mumbled harmonies and a few enunciated riffs as you drag your hands from your thighs up your rocking body, your fingers catching the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your ass to offer just a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it glimpse. You writhe like a charmed snake in a wicker basket, your hands meeting over your head as you slither in mesmerizing forms.

You fall away from your dance but maintain the skip in your step and the nod in your head as you bend over and snatch a pair of Eddie's boxers from the floor. You twirl in place, boxers held to your chest as you get lost in the music, shifting your feet to twist you around, eyes closed blissfully.

“At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see— AH!”

You scream, chucking the boxers at Eddie’s head as you’re startled. He ducks as the garment soars over his head and he laughs at your reaction.

“Jesus, sweetheart! You almost took me out with my own drawers!”

“Eddie!” You scold, with wide eyes and a small crinkle between your brows, “You scared the shit out of me!”

You’re clutching your chest with one hand as your breath relaxes but your eyes screw up in mild anger at the fact that he snuck up on you.

“M’sorry! Didn’t want to interrupt the show.”

You groan, your hands crawling over your face as you wince, “You saw that?”

Eddie steps towards you, soothing your embarrassment by rubbing at your arms.

“Mm-hmm, and, if I may say so,” he leans in to whisper into your ear, “it was very sexy.”

You sputter out a giggle at him before taking your hands and pulling at the loose thread along the collar of his t-shirt— perhaps you’re the reason all of his shirts have holes along the collar.

“Of course you would find it sexy,” you tease as your fingers migrate upwards to play with the ends of his hair. “You could watch me floss my teeth and get a semi.”

“Can you blame a guy?” He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist to draw you closer. “With a girl as smokin’ as you, it’s impossible to keep the little guy down.”

You snort, letting your head fall into his chest as he strokes your hair.

You bask in the silence for a moment, the two of you shuffling your feet and breathing each other in. The song’s ended by now and moved on to another poppy dance number that fades into the background.

“Think you can teach me some of those moves?” He questions into your hairline.

You hum, a smile coating the sound as you lean back to look into his eyes.

“I dunno, don’t think you’re limber enough to pull off some of these crazed gyrations of this rock generation.”

He smiles down at you, leaning close enough to nip at your lips, “I’ll have you know I’m a proper Johnny Castle, baby.” His smile gives way to a contemplative yet amused shape, “And did you just quote Ted Nugent to me?”

You nod your head as a wide grin splits across your face.

“Oh, you don't know what you do to me, woman!”

You squeal as he hoists you up and throws you onto his bed, your head falling back against his pillows as you laugh from the excitement of it. You fall into soft hums of laughter that slip past your throat as Eddie follows you down and climbs up your body, nipping at your calves and thighs, pushing his nose against the hem of your— well, his shirt— to reveal that worn lilac cotton that you make look like a whole Victoria’s Secret set.

“And I’ll show you dancing, I’m quite skilled at Zee Wango, Zee Tango.”

[porchlightfairy]

Eddie, half asleep: ima put a baby in you

You look over at him and frown: what did you just say?

Eddie: *snore* mimimimi

You: No, Eddie! What the fuck did you just say?!

Eddie: *still pretending to sleep*

You: *murmurs* fucking dickhead

[strawberrysodaslut]

On the Road Again - Rockstar!Eddie Munson x GN!reader

tags/warnings: ~700 words // SFW, fluff, no use of Y/N, established relationship no descriptors for reader, sleep troubles, slight mentions of nausea and vomit as well as mentions of the standard toilet system in tour buses, in my writing world the bunks are big enough to fit you and eddie no matter what!

i wrote this for @corrodedcoffinfest’s writing event day 5 prompt as it has officially been the 5th of July for about 2 hours for me so.. yeah. I had fun writing this so i hope you enjoy!

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You’d grown used to the quirks of the tour bus. It wasn’t easy at first. Eddie warned you about the difficulties when you first agreed to come with him on his band’s tour. Living on the road has its challenges, and the bus is as cheap as they could get it. But you’d survived 14 hour road trips, and this time you’d have the love of your life and, most importantly, a bed. How hard could it be?

It was fine, mostly. Although not ideal in the long run, relying on gas station snacks worked for now. The toilet had an odd design where you couldn’t flush toilet paper or any solid waste. Gareth proved this when he forgot and caused a lingering stench on the bus for 3 hours, but you could manage. What you weren’t prepared for was the disastrous effect it would have on your sleep.

At first Eddie; ever the man-child, called dibs on a top bunk. He assured you it would work fine, and while the bed had enough space, the swaying was so bad you almost vomited 3 times in two hours. Jeff only offered to trade after Eddie had convinced the group that the smell of vomit would be even worse than the Gareth incident.

Despite the warm welcome of your stomach settling once you were in the bottom bunk, you still struggled to get to sleep. It seemed every time you would drift off, the bus would make a sharp swerve, drive over what seemed to be the largest rock possible and crash back down, or enter complete road rage over another vehicle and blare the horn.

The next morning when you stopped at a gas station, the first thing you went for was earplugs.

It’s hard to say if the road conditions have gotten better the further on the tour you got, or if your body has gotten immune to disruptions. But, over time, it got easier to get a proper night’s rest.

Still, you dealt with the occasional jolt.

In all honesty, you hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep. One minute you’re resting your head on Eddie’s lap, his fingers lazily stroking across your head, and the next you have the adrenaline of a caveman being hunted, shooting up into a sitting position and looking around for the source of your distress.

Your panic settles when you feel his warm hands on you. “Hey, hey.” He whispers, gently running his hands up and down your arms. “That was a big one, eh? It’s okay, come back to me, sweetheart.”

You angle your head to look at him. Judging by the deep croakiness of his voice and the light redness of his eyes, he must’ve fallen asleep as well. The constant shows taking a toll on him. He wears a bashful smile as he looks at you through his eyelashes.

Stretching your back, you let out a groan and look out the window, seeing the busy streets of the town where Eddie’s next gig was.

“Are we here already?You ask, looking back to see the other band members staring out the windows like you.

Jeff stifles a laugh. “Already? You slept for four hours.” He says, gingerly pointing to the clock above his head.

He was right. It was almost 4 o’clock, four hours was being charitable.

“Huh,” you say, turning to your boyfriend, who was rubbing his eyes in earnest. He scrunches his nose as rolls his shoulders back slightly. He has less freckles now that he’s not in the sun as often, his under eyes darkened to the point of needing to buy concealer for shows. Yet you still think he’s the most beautiful man in the world.

When he notices you staring at him, Eddie flashes you a smile before wrapping his arms around your waist to turn your back to him and pull you closer. “Guess you’re getting better at this sleeping thing than you thought, huh?” He says, tucking your head under his chin.

You look around at your friends, the energy and excitement of the upcoming show beaming from them and filling the bus, feeling the warmth of Eddie and even the rumble of the old, cheap bus, and you feel at home.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

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comments + reblogs are always appreciated <3

[bloodandtime]

exit light, enter night

cw: fem!reader, there’s a lil slightly like squint and you’ll see it angst, fluff, probably eddie being way smoother than he actually is, plus size!reader, kind of insecure!reader but not like self deprecatingly so, uh weed smoking, happy ending :) suuuuuper self indulgent:) also eddie didn’t d*e cause this song came out in ‘91. oh and i have never worked at a vinyl shop so… i went off straight vibes lol

Enter Sandman is ringing through the store as you step in.

“Munson!”

A headful of curls spring up from behind the counter, brown doe eyes wide and anxious as they meet yours, he knows he’s playing the music too loud.

“Hey, sweet thing.” he says as lowers the volume.

Floorboards creak as you make your way to the back room. You can hear Eddie’s boots stomp behind you.

“Eddie, I’ve told you to stop calling me that,” you sigh, shrugging your coat off.

He’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, leather jacket under his battle vest, black jeans and combat books sit on his frame. Like they’re made for him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says with a wink.

Embarrassed at being caught, heat creeps up your neck. You groan and shoulder bump him out of the way, trying to ignore how solid he is under those layers.

His laughter follows you to the register.

“Is it just us today?”

He hops up on the back counter. chain jingling as he gets comfortable. He smiles, and it’s sticky sweet.

“Sure is, sweethea-OW.”

He glares as he rubs the spot on his forehead where the pen you threw at him hit.

“Stop flirting with me and work!”

He jumps down from the counter and exaggeratedly looks around the… empty store.

“Yeah, we sure are swamped. How will we ever make it till close?” comes his sarcastic drawl from your side.

You guess the snowstorm outside is keeping customers at home. It’d be a nice evening… if Eddie wasn’t here.

Honestly, he’s fine. It’s more of a you problem. You can’t keep focused when he’s around, and you think he might have caught on. Eddie takes any and all opportunities to flirt with you.

You figured he did that to everyone, not wanting to read too much into it but the only other person he flirts with consistently is Steve.

Sarcasm is how you deflect Eddie’s advances, even though he flirts with just you (and Steve) it’s hard to not think about how he might be fucking with you.

Mess with the fat girl, lead her on, it’s funny. Let her think she has a chance and tear it away from her and laugh at the thought of her thinking anyone would like her.

Ugh, I’m not a teenager anymore, you’d think I’d be past these insecurities by now.

You scrub a hand down your face and sigh, trying to shake yourself out of that toxic thought cycle that’s so easy to fall into.

“You okay?”

Eddie’s still beside you at the register, now leaning against the back counter. He’s staring, brows furrowed.

Despite yourself, you shoot him a soft smile. That catches him off guard, you’re always so quick to the defense.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m all good, just tired.” you sound it, voice rough.

Before he can ask anything else, you tell him you’re going to work on the returns from this week and get started organizing the vinyl before close.

You’re off to the back before he can even open his mouth, which honestly is impressive. That boy can talk.

It takes about an hour to finish up returns and you shuffle back to the front, shocked to see Eddie has already started organizing.

“Oh shit, tha-,” you’re cut off to Eddie jumping half a foot in the air and yelping out in surprise.

You bite your lip to stop your laugh but it doesn’t stop the shit eating grin that spreads across your face.

He points at you, cheeks flushed, “Don’t.” he says with a finger pointed at you.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes and Eddie’s eyes soften, happy to see you’re smiling. Even if it is at his expense.

“I was going to say thank you for starting to organize, I’ll start from the other end of the store and we can meet in the middle.”

He nods, a sweet smile on his face. Before you get lost in his dimples you busy yourself with vinyl.

It’s been another hour and a half and everything is in its rightful place. Both you and Eddie are sitting on the back counter, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

No one has come in during your entire shift and there’s another two hours before close and the snow still hasn’t stopped.

Eddie leans his head back and lets out a loud groan, “I’m soooooo bored, why can’t we just close?”

He peaks down at you, slumped at his side. He follows the shape of your eyes down the slope of your nose to your lips.

“I know a way we could pass our time,” he blurts out, unable to stop himself. He’s still staring at your lips.

You look up and meet his amber eyes, his gaze more intense than you’re used to. You want to squirm, he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you whole.

“Oh yeah? What should we do?” you bump his shoulder, and he shakes his head and the moment is gone.

He pulls a joint out of his pocket, and your jaw drops.

“I’m not smoking weed at work, Edward!” your voice going up an octave.

He snickers as the horror stricken look on your face.

“Hey, come on. No one has come in and no one will. I’m surprised if we’ll even be able to leave.”

You’re still hesitant, he’s not wrong but you’d rather not get caught.

“Fuck it,” you slap your hands on your tight covered thighs, jumping down your skirt flounces back into place, Eddie tries and fails not to stare, “so where we doing this?”

He hops down beside and gives you another smile, pleasantly surprised you’re going along with this.

“Come on, I’ll show you my spot.”

He runs to the front door to lock it, he makes his way back to you to throw an arm around you to take you to the back.

You don’t fight him, to his surprise. You maybe even lean in a bit, he’s enjoying the contact too much to tease you though.

Turns out his spot is just a covered porch at the back of the record shop, you snag your coat on the way.

“Oh Fuck Me it’s cold,” you gripe as you step outside, the wind whips snow outside the porch, you can’t even see five feet in front of it.

“Shit, maybe you’re right, we wont be able to leave.” you worry, pulling your coat tighter around you, leanings closer to Eddie.

Eddie pulls you closer, relishing in the contact. He doesn’t know why you’re being so nice tonight but he’s not complaining.

“Worst case, you can come with me. The van drives just fine in the snow.” he exhales the first drag, you try not to stare and fail.

He hands the joint to you, your fingers already frozen. As you take a hit you register what he just offered. Now you’re coughing and not just because of the joint.

“Slow down it’s not going anywhere,” he says through a light laugh as he softly rubs your back.

“Did you just offer to take me home with you?”

It’s his turn to cough, and your turn to pat his back. You repeat his words back to him and he gives you a half hearted glare, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I was being gentlemanly and you’re the one making it dirty, I’ll have you know.” he reprimands, wagging his finger at you.

He takes another drag and passes it back, your fingers brush and it’s a shot of electricity up your arm.

The weed is definitely taking effect.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off the way your lips wrap around the joint, right where his lips had just been. An indirect kiss.

You’re quiet when you speak next, after handing him the shrinking joint.

“You’ve got to stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Being so kind to me. Makes me get my hopes up even though I know it doesn’t mean anything.”

The wind whistles around you while Eddie and you stare at one another.

You feel his arm pull away from you, and you’re convinced this is it as you look away so he won’t see you cry. He’s going to tell you sorry and he’s not interested. You can handle it, it’s not the first rejection you’ve faced.

You can’t look at him though, tears sting, threatening to fall.

“Hey,” he whispers, softer than you’ve ever heard him, “look at me, please.”

His hands find your cheeks, warm against your wind-chapped skin. Joint long forgotten as he tilts your head to look at him.

“It means something. It does, to me, it does. I’ve liked you since I started here. It’s not a joke and I’m sorry I’ve made you feel this way,” he pauses, his thumbs softly graze the tops of your cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” you whisper.

You and Eddie Munson have your first kiss in a snowstorm, freezing cold and perfect.

[lolahasmoxie]

WARNING: Mentions of smut, MDNI. The reader is hinted at being plus-sized/bigger. Deal with it.

Eddie is low-key strong as FUCK.

Exhibit A: He practically puts Steve through a wall in the boathouse.

Exhibit B: He holds off the demobat army like it's nothing.

Exhibit C: He hauls Mike and Dustin out of their seats like it’s nothing.

So when you even HINT that you are too heavy for him, he gets offended.

Like really offended.

He will go out of his way and make it a point to show you how strong he really is.

He's getting all your groceries out of the car in one trip.

He starts wearing more tank tops to show off his guns.

Are you in the way? Bitch, he will pick you up and move you to the side.

And if that doesn't hammer the point across, he'll top it off by having your back pressed against the wall and your legs dangling over his forearms. And he'll have the audacity to ask you while he's railing the absolute shit out of you...

"Do you still think you're too heavy?"

dead.

[bewilderedbunny]

More line cook Eddie thoughts 🥞

(Thank you all for the love on part 1 💖 It means the world to me that people enjoyed it.)

This flirty fluff is just over 700 words, fem!reader although you could switch it from "his girl" to "his boy" or "his person" if you'd like!

Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the divider (I needed some way to break up my erratic thoughts and I chose this honey one to match the breakfast theme)

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

"Hey Eddie, can I please get a side of extra crispy bacon for this table?"

He frowns at you and looks around the kitchen dramatically, "Who's Eddie?" It takes you a second before you realize his game and reply, "Chef, can I please get a side of extra crispy bacon for this table?" A big toothy grin stretches across his face "Sweetheart, I'd give you the whole pig if you asked." As ridiculous as his joke is, it manages to give you butterflies.

Once the bacon is ready, you go to grab the plate from him and graze his hand with yours. You jump a bit at the sensation and he blushes and murmurs "You'd think I'd be used to touching hot stuff by now, wouldn't you?" he's such a dork.

One evening when it's especially slow, you're vacuuming the carpet. It's already spotless but you're just trying to find anything to keep yourself busy. Eddie is sitting on one of the stools, mindlessly twiddling with a toothpick. Once you make your way to where he's seated, he kicks out his foot in front of the vacuum. You look up at him, he's still focused on his toothpick and doesn't acknowledge your presence. You move out of the way and he does it again, still not acknowledging you as he tries desperately to hide his growing smirk. You turn off the vacuum.

"Do you need somethin', chef?"

He blushes the tiniest bit, still not looking at you.

"Nope, all good here sweetheart." He walks off to the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a piece of toast.

You ignore him and continue working with your head down. You notice a line of crumbs in front of where you know you just barely vacuumed. When you look up, Eddie has his back to you as he makes a trail of breadcrumbs for you to vacuum.

You turn off the vacuum and ask him, "What are you doing?! Can't you see I'm trying to clean?"

"Honey I'm helping you! You were just vacuuming air." He still isn't looking at you. The fact that he's bothering you so much while simultaneously ignoring you is driving you crazy.

You roll your eyes and turn the vacuum back on. Once you do, he says something too quiet for you to hear since his back is still turned.

You turn off the appliance.

"What?" You ask

"Hmm? Don't know what you're talking about."

You turn the vacuum back on and he does it again.

"Eddie! Quit messing with me."

He finally turns to face you and crowds you. He's closer to you than he's ever been before and you're suddenly unable to make eye contact with him.

"I haven't even begun to mess with you, sugar."

One morning you are folding napkins and arranging silverware while sitting at the counter. Eddie sees you as he's walking by the kitchen window and smiles, he's over the moon that he gets to work with his girl today.

You glance up at him and give a smile and a wave. He gives you a little wave back and ducks out of view. He starts walking back and forth by the window, looking at you from the corner of his eye. When you finally look up, he starts doing that thing people do when they pretend they are going downstairs. You laugh at his silliness and he looks over at you. "Oh, I'm heading downstairs for a bit. You handle the fort while I'm gone, yeah?" You shake your head at him, covering your mouth to try and dampen your laughter. He comes back into view.

"Hey now, don't go hiding your giggles. Why else do you think I go around making an ass of myself if I didn't want to hear them?"

I mentioned to @greenishghostey in the reblogs for the last post that I love idea of you forgetting your lunch one day and Eddie grabs your order pad and pen and says, "Hi! I'm Eddie, I'll be your server today. Can I get you started with any drinks or appetizers? If you're ready to order, the chef recommends the hotcake special." he adds a silly little fancy accent to "hotcake special" because he is ridiculous.

Thank you for reading! 💕

[eddiescorrodedcoffin86]

Eddie Munson x Secret Metalhead Reader Headcanon ft. your first kiss

Suggested by the lovely @crazygalore 🥰 sorry it took so long I work so much now🙃

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You looked nothing like a typical metalhead: you didn’t wear black, or chains, or pins of your bands. It was something you kept a secret, like this bonus side to your natural personality.

I’m talking pastel skirts, frilly tops, and fluffy pastel sweaters. Your wardrobe was 90% pastels, 5% sequins, and 5% black.

Complete sunshine disposition and everything: you speak to squirrels, birds, any time creature you cross paths with on your way to and from school (which you walk for the sake of speaking to tiny animals)

So, of course, when Eddie had gone to your house for the first time, your room hadn’t been a surprise: decorated with more pastels and sequins and frilly drapes and blankets.

What was a surprise was your little music station. He saw a Tears for Fears tape, a Blondie tape, and then underneath that was the kicker. Neatly hidden away from your parents and other visitors’ wandering eyes there were some familiar tapes, and a couple vinyls hidden away between the wall and your nightstand.

He lets out this loud scream that scares the ever loving shit out of you and makes you drop the textbook you were holding as you turn around to look at him.

“YOU’VE GOT “KILL ‘EM ALL” ON VINYL?!” You blinked rapidly and looked at him and then the vinyl in his hands. “Um… yeah.” You shifted a little.

You didn’t know why you were nervous about Eddie finding out you listened to rock music, you’d been so careful to keep it a secret for so long, and he’d busted you within five seconds of being in your room.

Of course, Eddie didn’t judge, instead he got this excited little kid look on his face as he asked if he could put it on. “We’re supposed to study…. But…. Okay.” The smile on his face had grown three sizes as he rushed over to your record player and put it on.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were having a headbanging contest, sitting criss-cross from one another. Eddie insists he won but you're almost positive it was you.

After a "heated" argument about who won, you fell back on the bed. "So- I've got a question." He turned over on his side once you'd both caught your breath and you repeated the action. "What is it?"

"I know all the stigma around it but.. why hide the fact that you like heavy metal?" He chuckled softly as you shrugged a little. "Partially because of my parents... they would freak out if they saw even one Metallica tape or record, I don't want to imagine what they'd do if they saw a whole collection... other than that im not sure, i mean, im trying to make my highschool experience as easygoing as i possibly can... keeping my head down and blending in is the best way to do that... can't blend in if I'm constantly blabbering about my love for 'Kill 'em All'... I’d like to be more expressive about it but… maybe I’m scared.” You shrugged a little.

No one had ever listened so intently when you spoke. But Eddie… Eddie was completely tuned in, staring directly into your eyes, giving you all of his attention. He seemed to understand where you were coming from. “Well… probably wise you keep it from your parents if they’re as weird about it as you say.” He’d hate for you to get in trouble over something as trivial as music. “As for the school thing… Y’know I guess I get it.. people at school are pretentious… but on the other hand… that goes against.. like everything I stand for so obviously I think you should be a little more open about it at school.”

You considered what he said, it made sense. “You don’t have to constantly talk about it to make your interest known. Of course, you don’t have to say it at all, really. Carry your favorite tapes around, you’d be surprised how relaxed you’ll feel knowing your favorite songs are on hand.” You hummed in thought and nodded slowly, you were pretty loose with your backpack, it would be easy for someone to come across the tapes, and then you could casually mention they were good and not say anything else.

On the outside looking in the idea seemed stupid, why have to carry it at all? But you were tired of pretending to only like Madonna or Michael Jackson, or whoever was popular at the time. So it made sense. You shrugged and nodded. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.” You smiled softly and kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna start doing that…”

Eddie nodded and then hummed. “Y’know- you could also… sit with the club at lunch if you Uh… ever need a break from your friends or whatever.” He was trying so hard to sound casual, but there was this hopeful tone in his voice that you found completely endearing. “Tomorrow?” You suggested, which obviously surprised him because his eyes widened and then he smiled widely. “Tomorrow. Cool.”

You smiled and nodded. “Cool.”

“Cool.” “Cool.” you looked at eachother and laughed softly. “Can I ask you something else?” You giggled and nodded. “Sure, why not?”

He nodded and seemed a little more hesitant to ask this question, clearing his throat and taking just a little longer to get it out, but eventually he just nodded and spit the words out. “Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks went bright red and you only hesitated for a second before you nodded. "Yeah." You said softly, smiling at him as you fiddled with the sleeve of your sweater.

Eddie smiled more and nodded before he sat up on his elbow, looking down at you with a softer smile before he reached up and cupped your cheek with one hand before finally leaning down to press his lips to yours.

You'd kissed guys before, but none of those could even compare to kissing Eddie. He was soft but firm, kept your head still with his hand resting on your jawbone. Rather than shoving his tongue between your lips, he coaxed them open, gave you time to pull back if you didn't want the kiss to go any further.

Instead of tangling and fighting for dominance, he worked his tongue with yours, taking note of all the noises and tiny movements you made, memorizing your reactions whenever his free hand would wander, moving away if it seemed to be too much, tightening and lingering whenever you had a positive reaction.

Kissing Eddie was... exactly like what you would imagine kissing a Greek God like Athena would be like.

Let's just say the next day, and every day after that, your signature seat was right there by Eddie (or quite literally in his lap) instead of over by your slightly snobby friends.

[m0chaminx]

Eddie Munson Valentines Day Headcannons

*•.¸♡Request: Can I please request spending valentines day with Eddie Munson headcannons?

*•.¸♡Warnings: none

*•.¸♡Paring: Eddie Munson x GN!reader

when you first brought it up he wasn't too fussed about it

he did insist on planning most of the night

He would pretend to be all cool about it with his friends

Saying shit like, he might do something simple but he's not one of those guys

but in reality, he's asking his uncle every night 

the best shops to go to, the best gifts best flowers

he would try and cook but it would go sideways and hed get takeout

he'd wanna plan something nice at a restaurant but he'd gotten too nervous

in the end, you both sat on top of his trailer

snacks, burgers, drinks, weed, beer, music

once it gets too cold you'd both head inside the trailer and either blast music or do a movie marathon

hed get you a small gift, flowers and a small pendant for a necklace

and in return, you made him a mixtape and of course, you got him some flowers as well

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[shesinchargeareyoukidding]

Do u think Wayne knew about Eddie selling drugs? I wonder how he would react would he be super mad?

Good question anon! I don´t have a very strong hc for this, because there are many plausible options. I think he probably at least suspects it. But how much he knows and how he feels about it isn't something I have a clear idea of.

I do have this idea for a fic where Eddie used to do way worse things because he was used to doing them when he lived with his dad (like stealing stuff from stores, breaking into people's houses, pickpocketing, hotwiring cars etc.). He thinks he's supposed to do these things to provide and do his part basically. And when Wayne finds out about this he initially gets very angry because he doesn't understand why Eddie is doing it, and Eddie gets really mad because he doesn't understand where Wayne is coming from (like he never learned that the adult is supposed to provide and that they can have steady jobs). Eventually they calm down and talk it out. Since then Eddie will tell Wayne about any schemes he wants to get up to and they can compromise on what is still okay. So Wayne knows Eddie sells drugs, but they agreed that he'll only sell to seniors and adults, and that he only sells soft drugs like weed. In this scenario I do think they sometimes need the extra money that Eddie provides. During easier times he can use the money to save up for stuff.

I might write that one day, but I'm not very productive :). I hope this answers your question! Let me know what you think!

[collectivecloseness]

Asking you friend to spot you when you’re on your period. Except it’s your boyfriend, and your boyfriend is Eddie Munson

[madelynraemunson]

do not — under ANY circumstances — think about trusting eddie with the remote to your vibrator.

because that fucker would be a menace about it, switching it on at the most inconvenient times when you’re in public… just to illicit some sort of response from you.

like turning on setting #1 in the middle of the grocery aisle, while you’re bent over and looking at the produce. he'd watch you jolt back up and shoot him a disapproving glare, all while doing your best not to cum right on the spot.

"clean up on aisle seven," eddie would joke.

and he'd do setting #2 when you two are out with friends. maybe you're laughing at one of harrington's jokes a little too hard and eddie can't find himself to admit that he's just a little bit jealous. so out of retaliation, setting #2 would serve as a blissful reminder from the night before, when eddie was tonguing you to tears on the kitchen island, his thick fingers pulsing in and out of you while you desperately ride his face, your body shaking and dumbing out more and more with every euphoric shockwave into your clit.

“you okay?” steve asks you when he hears the fortified moan marinating at the back of your throat.

“yeah,” you pant, knees bucking as you grip onto the corner of the table for dear life. “just hit my knee on the table, that's all.”

setting #3 is abrupt. unforgiving. you’re doing something as simple as laundry; but the way you strut around the house in your messy bun has him in so much heat that eddie needs you back in bed. or on the couch. or any piece of furniture in the house really.

and when you dart into the master bedroom, you're stunned to see your husband laying on his bed, lazily stroking his stiff cock with blissed-out hooded eyes as he watches his muse grow more frustrated with him, hands on your hips at the doorway.

"really, eds?" you hiss, though towards the end of your plea, it melts into a moan. "i know what you're doing and it's not going to work."

"looks like i gotta get more creative then," he quips, smirking to himself as if he's got... quite literally... something up his sleeve. "you down to try setting #4?"

confused, as there are only three settings, you ask him,

"what's setting #4?"

"you're looking at it," he comments cockily.

do NOT think about it…

or do. idc.

divider @mikeykuns

[kitmon]

“If I wanted to see a twig and some berries, I’d take a walk by the creek.”

Some more OC and Eddie in their Summer Camp AU!!

[porchlightfairy]

Eddie is the raisin eater to your trail mix. He eats the pickle spear that you get with your burger. He eats the pizza crust when you don’t want to. He eats the soggy fries too.

[bloodandtime]

savage good boy

uhhh inspired by this post of eddie wearing a skirt!! everyone say thank u @eddiemunsonwillbethedeathofme! wrote this in just a couple hours so this has not been edited whatsoever so have fun!! wc: 7.3k

cw: 18+ mdni, oral (m receiving) fem!reader (actually could be gn!reader i don’t think there’s description of r other than having hair!!) eddie wearing a skirt, ass smacking, bad writing, too many uses of the word ‘you’, too many pet names, weed, cum sharing, i think that’s it?

“Hey, Edwarrrrrd,” you say, letting yourself into the trailer. The music that was playing decreased in volume, “You in your room?” you call out, toeing off your shoes at the door.

You can hear Eddie grunt followed by an expletive before he calls out, slightly pained, “Yeah! I’ll be out in a sec!” Not feeling the need to respond you take a familiar path to the kitchen to grab two waters and back to the couch.

You’ll for sure be smoking, which means coughing so water’s always essential to have at your fingertips when you’re with Eddie.

You’re settled when his door creaks open, Eddie’s nervous voice rings out,

“So, I’m wearing something new.” He’s still hidden in the hallway, “Will you tell me if I look stupid?”

Your heart aches at the nervousness in his tone, “Eddie’s there’s no way you look stupid. You know I love your style.” smiling, even though he can’t see you, you continue softly, “Please come out, Eddie.”

Eddie steps around the corner and you gasp, warmth already spreading in your lower belly, and down, down, down. You grip the arm of couch, tight.

“Holy Shit, Eddie.” You sound breathless, looking him up and down, slowly drinking him in.

Eddie’s got a cropped faded black sleeveless shirt on, the exposed skin shows his happy trail leading down to a black plaid skirt that ends mid thigh, with a chain on the waistband. His pretty pale thighs are covered in fishnets that lead into his black biker boots.

His hair is in a half up half down do, with space buns. Dangling from his ears is a cross earring and two gold hoops.

You’ve been quiet a little too long and now Eddie’s nervous. One leg crossing in front of the other, closing in on himself.

You immediately stand up and take his hands, asking him to look at you. Once his watery brown eyes meet yours, you let it all out.

“Eddie, you look fucking insane.” You breathe out, he flushes a deeper red, “Like… un fucking real. You’re so beautiful.”

Eddie all but beams, finally squeezing your hands in return. He pulls you into a warm hug,

“Thank you,” he whispers, breath warm on your neck he continues “you being so kind, means a lot to me, loser.”

Pulling away to meet his gaze, you say, “I’m not just being kind, dummy” pulling on a strand of his hair teasingly, he glares but a smile is glued to his lips “you know I wouldn’t blow smoke up your ass, Eddie.”

You maneuver so you’re standing beside him with an arm around his waist and decide to be bold.

The smack you land on his ass honestly kind of stings your hand but look of shock and indignation on Eddie’s face is worth it, “Now let’s smoke sweet heart.” You smirk and move toward the couch.

“You just smacked my ass.” He deadpans.

Sitting and smiling up at him, “I did. Don’t act so scandalized, you’re a grown ass man.” Eddie finally sits, still pink in the cheeks and clearly shocked, “You’ve definitely slapped my ass too, so I really don’t know why you’re so shocked.”

He shakes his head and laughs, curls bouncing, “Why’d you smack mine though?” He presses, as he sits down, close but not touching.

You smile, shy. “I dunno, you just look cute, I felt the need to.” You finish with an embarrassed laugh, heat rising up your neck burning your cheeks.

Eddie splutters, “I am not cute. I am hot and sexy,” he finishes with a wiggle of his eyebrows and you laugh as you lean back into the couch.

You watch him roll, his long fingers make quick work of producing two joints, your eyes glued to his hands the entire time.

Watching him light up is a treat. Something about Eddie manspreading in this particular outfit sends your brain haywire. You’re usually better at hiding your crush on your best friend but today is going to be unbelievably difficult.

Eddie leans his head back on the couch as he releases the smoke from his mouth and passes you the joint, you’re too stuck in your head to notice him staring at you.

He’s curious about your reaction, smacking his ass and you really truly looked like you wanted to eat him alive when he first stepped around the corner.

Christ, if he knew this was all it took to get you going he would have bought a skirt a long time ago.

Eddie is ashing the joint and you’re both now thigh to thigh on the couch. Eddie had moved closer after he had put a movie on. Which you haven’t paid attention too, alo you can focus on is Eddie’s tummy sticking out of the crop top, and taking in every inch of his thighs that’s exposed when adjusts in his seat.

Watching him ash the joint pushes you over the edge, your self control vanishing.

“Eddie, can I suck you off?” He chokes on the exhale of his last hit, his brain just a little fuzzy so he’s worried he misheard.

“What did you say sweetheart?” He asks, brown eyes wide staring into yours. You want to fold in on yourself and run out the trailer door but you’re already in this deep.

“Can I suck you off?” Reaching out to run a hand on his thigh, you continue “I’ve not stopped thinking about it since you came out in that skirt.” You sound desperate, Eddie’s cock twitches at your tone.

“Please, Eddie.” You slide down to the floor between his legs, kneeling with your hands on your thighs.

Eddie can barely breathe, so he musters all his courage to nod his head. Placing your hands on his ankles you run them up to his thighs so slowly, then back down again, then up again, repeating. He thinks he could cum from the sight of you on your knees and the feel of your hands on him alone.

“Need your words, baby.” You say as you squeeze his thighs.

He inhales, “Please. P-please suck my cock.”

You press a kiss to the inside of both of his thighs right where his skirt ends, soft and sweet. “Good boy.” He whimpers in response and you flip up his skirt.

You gasp again.

He’s not wearing anything underneath other than his fishnets. His hard cock is stuck to his thigh, pointing up to his belly.

You groan, pressing your head against his other thigh as you look up at him. His pupils are blown wide, his cheeks are flushed and his buns are starting to fall out. He’s stunning.

“Eddie, I can’t believe you’ve just had your cock out this whole time.” You mouth at his thigh, nipping at it as you pull away and he sighs.

His cock is pretty, long and thick. It would be a stretch but you know if would feel so fucking good.

You lean forward to mouth at one of his soft balls, his cock still stuck under his fishnets. He gasps and lets out a long fuuuuuuuck as his hands find the back of your head.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” you say as you pull away and rip his tights, his cock springs up finally free. Eddie gasps, jerking his hips as you take the head of his cock in your mouth, tongue laving over his frenulum.

Eddie tugs at your hair with a long lew moan followed by, “Holy fuck, babe.”

Relaxing your jaw and pressing forward, you take him deeper. Eddie’s right hand travels a path to your cheek, his thumb stroking the apple of it.

“Look at me.” He says, voice strained.

You look up at him and he’s even more of a mess than before. You want to wreck him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” His thumb strokes your cheek as you bob up and down on his cock, gazes locked “taking me so fucking well. You like sucking your best friend’s cock?” You groan around him and pull off.

Gasping, you agree, “I do, Eddie. Always want your cock” One hand goes to massage his balls and you lick long languid strokes up his shaft. “I especially love sucking your cock while you look so pretty in your tiny little skirt.”

He grasps at your roots and tugs. as you place your mouth back on the head of his cock and hum. You press further down on him, trying to reach the base.

What you can’t reach, you’ve started jerking off. The shlick sound of your hand loud in your ears, but all you’re really focused on is Eddie’s whimpers and moans and sweet nothings he keeps saying.

“Baby, baby, baby” he bables as you swallow around him, “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

You hum in response, pressing further down.

He’s a whimpering babbling mess above you, gripping tight onto your hair he starts to jerk his hips up, fucking your throat.

He’s cumming in your mouth soon after, with a long pretty whine and sweet call of your name.

He yanks you up off him, and kisses you full on the mouth. You settle in his lap with a thigh on either side of his as your hands find their way to his hair. He moans as he tastes himself on you, practically licking your mouth clean of his essence.

Pulling away he licks up the rest of his cum that had leaked out and down your chin and neck. He pulls you back into a bruising kiss.

You both pull away to breathe, warm in the face and chests heaving. Eddie has both of his hands on your face, his thumbs take a gentle path back and forth on your cheeks. Closing your eyes you sigh happily and lean into his touch.

You feel his lips on yours once again and your grips tightens on his shoulders where your hands have made home.

Eddie pulls away, just enough thar you can hear him say, his lips still brushing yours with every word, “Give me 10 minutes, sweetheart and I’ll show you just how good I look in this skirt while I’m fucking you.”

[lolahasmoxie]

Headcannons E.M.

Mentions of smut, MDNI

It's been a long week for you and Eddie.

But it's Friday, and he suggests taking a bath together before your movie night.

Usually, you would think this was nothing more than a simple ruse to get in your pants.

But he assures you that as much as he wants to rail you into next week, "the mind is willing, but the flesh is weak."

He fills the tub with bubbles and one of your scented bath bombs.

He tells you to "hop in, m'lady" and smacks your ass before you get in.

You're facing each other, and that's when your tiredness turns into silliness.

You both give each other bathtub mohawks.

He gives you a bubble foam beard.

He will start a splash fight, but when you glare at him, he'll point to a bottle and blame it for splashing you.

Eddie will offer to shave your legs for you.

You'll wash each other's hair.

Eddie sneaks in plenty of kisses. You will pinch and tickle him.

Eddie will try to tell you about his day, but occasionally, he just stops talking. He's been distracted by your tits.

You know this because his gaze slowly drifts down, and he has a dopey expression.

When you call him out, he will at least look semi-guilty.

Once the water gets cold, Eddie helps you out and tells you to get changed while he cleans up.

After you've made the popcorn and Eddie's locked up your home, he joins you on the couch wearing a pair of dark gray sweatpants.

It's a horror movie you've seen a dozen times, so you plan for your weekend and feed each other popcorn.

Just as you feel sleep calling for you, Eddie shifts, and you can feel him hard as a rock against your leg.

You look at him, and he looks guilty...almost.

You giggle as he pounces on you, sleep the last thing on your mind as clothes are flung all over the living room.

He does, in fact, end up railing you into next week on your well-loved sofa.

Turns out the flesh was more than willing.