#sister wives of eddie munson

[losvers-clubb]

On and On

This is my first post of writing so be gentle with my heart. This is based based off of the song On and On by DJO. I love the imagery his latest album portrays so who knows i might make this a series of songs off this album. Enjoy!!

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In my bed on my phone

Locked away, free to go

Tv on every night

Scrolling on

On and on and on and on

Scrolling on and on and on

Feed the algorithm some

On and on and on and on

The sun was low amongst the trees, dusty rays of amber sun littered the walls of the tiny room. Wayne had left an hour prior for work, and Eddie had no invites to any sort of party or gathering with people his age. His weed stock was low, so he wouldn’t have had a reason to go out to those anyways. The air conditioner struggled to hum out cool air, with the little work it did, there wasn’t enough circulation for relief from the heat. The only solution was to lay in his boxers, sprawled out in his bed with his curls pulled back into a lazy bun on the back of his head. Beads of sweat brimmed his forehead and neck, he shifted uncomfortably every few minutes to allow air conditioned access to his skin. Quietly, eddie scrolled on his smart phone. The small cracks on the glass screen went un acknowledged as he had grown used to reading passed them. In the distance, the tv that Wayne had left on was left on its own to play whatever reruns were queued up for the afternoon.

The apps on his phone had the ability to hold onto his attention span for only a few minutes at a time. Twitter, tik tok, tumblr, Instagram. His fingers indented with the device, thumb growing so accustomed to scrolling that the feeling of the motion barely phased him. Boredom had a funny way of worming into his head, he waited all week at school to catch a break, a moment of silence to be able to sit down and just breathe, reset and relax- and yet, here he was, uncomfortably warm, bored out of his mind and itching for something to shock his body into movement. He had sunk and molded onto the bed though, and he felt a little too sticky to be able to close his eyes.

I saw the news, watched a clip

Powered down, then it hit

What is real? What is fake?

It must be fake

On and on and on and on

Scrolling on and on and on

Feed the algorithm some

On and on

Twitter consisted of awful news, all the time, people advocating on subjects they didn’t understand and others sharing videos of wars in countries he’s never visited. All social medias had some kind of variation of these things. Instagram was the worst of them, it was always and only about girls who posted themselves. It was all the same, fake people. Clicking off his phone, Eddie tossed it onto the pillow. Stars flashed before his eyes as the pressure of his knuckles dug into his sockets. There was a slight stinging of remnant screen time imprinted onto his corneas. His arms went limp as they dropped beside his body, unmoving for a good minute as his eyes stared up onto the ceiling. The stars scattered and disappeared as his sight fully restored, clearing the shapes of the stains on the ceiling. He counted his breaths, one, two three, then with the strength of god he found the energy to peel his body from the mattress with a soft huff. At the edge of the bed, Eddie contemplated on who to call, who would answer. Another minute passed him by, his eyes hyper focused themselves to a wrapper on the floor, it collected dust for how long it had been sitting there. He began to wonder what it used to protect, what great treat was once safely tucked away underneath paper and cellophane.

He let his feet drop down onto the tan carpet, let his brain reach into his memory and pull out the familiarity of standing and walking and adjusting to the feeling of being on his feet again. With a slight sway he began walking out towards the hallway, static crawling up his legs with every step till it faded away. News anchors grew louder as the quiet of his room was left behind. The room was littered with the same dust rays fading onto the walls, thousands of specs of dust levitated in whispy curls dancing in the air and Eddie’s presence was only there to interrupt the waltz they’ve begun on their own, slowly disappearing as the sun lowered itself beyond Hawkins. Eddie flicked on a lamp and reached for the remote which had been left beside the armrest of Wayne’s usual spot. The power signal had since rubbed off, his finger hovered over the red button.

Something is about to break

The fault line has been fractured

Wayne’s old tv showed insight on chaos arousing in the country, riots, global warming, failure of government. Eddies hand remained frozen, hovering thumb extended as if he himself was controlled with a universal remote. He listened, images flashed of melting glaciers, starving polar bears, police brutality, riots, abuse of power. His heart beat skipped, breaking at the sight of an unjust world, desperation arose in his stomach, emotions bubbled in his throat, his nose felt runny, his eyes wet, his hands cold. Eddie felt for a moment he was an outsider looking in, he began to question why it was that this was why the world had begun. Why was it that humans had to worry about taxes, or money, or credit? What happened to the world, why couldn’t he exist alongside animals? Where was the world going to be when he turned 40? Or 85? As soon as questions arose in his head, they were replaced by new ones. He became frantic, helpless. The anxiety crawled it’s way into his head, it felt as if a toddler had taken a black sharpie to his brain and scribbled till the ink bled through and tore the thin delicate page.

Maybe it's not too late

To learn how to love each other

What's it gonna take to change it?

Don't you wanna save this planet?

His mind raced. With an image of the world burning, he couldn’t help to think of himself changing something in the moment to actually have a future on earth. With the tv and remote forgotten, he ran back to the room, picking his phone off of the bed and searching up on global warming, finding out articles, reading. He went onto his text messages and sent what he could to his group chat of friends. Robin, Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, you. Following the articles, he ranted. Eddie sent long text messages decompressing his anxieties.

You were at dinner with your parents, celebrating your dads promotion when your phone began lighting up on the table. Crimson spread on your cheeks as the buzzing became noticeable to your mom, who gave you a stern look. Giving her an apologetic look, you picked up the frantic device and balanced it on your lap, looking under the table to read the texts swarming your messages. You knew most of your friends were busy, robin and Steve were working a closing shifts, Jonathan was with his family, too be honest you weren’t sure what Nancy was doing. She was the one in the group who never really looked at her phone too much.

Eddies fingers slowed the feverish text as his anxiety climbed back down. He was able to sit back for a second and read over his wording. He sat back on his desk chair, he had barely any recollection of even sitting.

Ding

Y/n: Are you okay?

Your name popping up in his texts felt like reality bringing him back down to earth. His heart slowed, breath evened.

Eddie: hey,, Idk honestly

Blame it on manipulation

We're human after all

I'm sick and tired of the same old world reaction

It was all you needed to see. With the dinner coming to an end, and your father paying the bill, the table stood in unison and the party of three walked to your dads vehicle. You pulled your jacket over your dress and slung your purse over your shoulder, glancing frequently down to the phone in your hands, waiting for Eddie to continue, but he was quiet. He was in a mood, and you were determined to stay beside him as he came down from whatever he was going on about. You knew the feeling, the outsider view perspective, as one of your closest friends, you knew how he got, and you couldn’t ask faster for your father to drop you off at Eddie’s trailer. Considering it was a Friday night, there was very little reason for your parents deny your request. The drive was short, and you were warned for the hundredth time about “that Munson kid”. You’ve heard endless gossip, not only from your moms friends over the phone, but colleagues of your fathers, coworkers, even teachers at your own school. It was nothing but judgement, no one knew him the way your group did, no one knew him like you.

It's just you and me now

In my phone

It's my world

I see the future sitting in my hand

The steps up to the trailer were muddy, your parents lingered for a few moments too long as you knocked a few times on his door. Inside, Eddie chewed on his thumb nail nervously, his eyes stared at nothing in particular while his ears zoned out along with them. It was as if the tunnel he was in faded out in a sudden moment and the knocks on the trailer became clear and he was back in his room again. He had become aware again and stood from the desk. Faster than he could process, his legs had carried him to the front door and the knob was yanked open. The last person he had expected to see was you standing there, in a soft silk green floor length slip dress at the door, your eyes told him he caught you off guard with the sudden lack of barrier between the two of you.

“Oh,,, uH, hey, I didn’t expect you-“ he stammered his words, looking down at his own outfit- well, boxers and a t shirt. “I didn’t dress for the occasion” he joked lightly. You let out a small laugh and turned to look at your parents car, still waiting for you to get inside. You swore you could see your fathers eyebrows raise through the tinted glass, with a wave you ushered Eddie inside to close the door behind you.

“Hey” you smiled at him, you hands instinctively reaching up to rest on his waist in this sudden close proximity. The contact made his shoulders visibly relax and he pulled you into a hug. His musk filled your head, and almost giving you a high as if you’ve just pumped your body with nicotine. The dizziness had you rest onto his shoulder, and you stood there with Eddie for what felt an eternity, neither very willing to pull away. You weren’t sure which one pulled back first, but the contact was never broken as your hand trailed down to his and brought his knuckles up to your lips to kiss his ringed cold fingers. With soft eyes he watched you, the kiss was slow and gentle, and when you pulled back, you both gave each other timid smiles.

“Are you okay?” You asked finally, breaking the silence. His eyes dropped down to your interlocked hands and he let out a cut off chuckle.

“I don’t know, I think- I was fine and then I just, I was overwhelmed by the world” your eyebrows scrunched together with worry, you weren’t sure how to comfort him with words, because you’ve been in his same position. you did all you knew how to do, You brought him into another embrace, this time wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him down into you as you sort of cradled his head. You caught scent on his shampoo and kissed the side of his head a few times. His body awkwardly sunk down to your level, you both laughed at your lack of coordination.

Take a break

Go to bed

Mind is racing, baby, now I'm back

Baby, now I'm back

Entangled in each other, you both stumbled into his room, as you sat onto the mattress and kicked up your feet and began undoing the straps on your heels. Eddie gave you a knowing look and pulled back the drawers on his dresser to reveal the Tin lunchbox. He wiggled it in his hands, waiting for your look of approval and walked over to the old black side table, grinding and rolling the last of his weed. You watched as he inhaled, his eyes rolled back into his head, the room filled with the sweet smoke of the flower and your mouth watered. He cleared his throat, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and he turned over to you, extending the blunt towards you. You took it from his hands and mimicked his actions, taking a puff, inhaling, letting the feeling engulf you. He watched you, your hands, your exposed neck, your chest rise and fall, your breasts constrained behind the loose fabric. There was an inaudible dynamic of back and forth passing of the blunt, you took turns of lust ful glanced for one another till you took the brave first move. Crawling over to him, you sat back on your knees and pulled him into you, the blunt had barely left his mouth as you occupied his lips with your own. He was taken back at first, but with the weed soon discarded on his side table his hands hungrily grasped at your waist, bringing you into him as if the kiss depended on the two of you molding as one.

It didn’t take long for your dress to end up beside your shoes on the floor, the one on one hang outs had become more than a one time occurrence as time went one and they became more frequent. It was testing uncharted territories, and you two knew you would either have to tell your friends or one of them would find out eventually. But at this moment, it was the two of you against the world. As you lay naked beside him underneath the covers, your hushed pillow talk became more and more raspy till you drifted off to an unknowing sleep. Eddie watched you still, watched your once moving lips come to a halt, watched you hair sprawl out onto his chest, watched your hand lay across his torso in a loose hug. The arm he had secured around your body began losing feeling, but he didn’t dare move or wake you, so he reached beside his table and found his phone. His friends one by one messaged about their days, announced their sudden freedom from responsibilities and requested to hang out.

Eddie: I can’t, I got busy

He texted them, tightening his grip on you.

and it feels so good

and it feels so right

to be up at night

with you

Eddie opened up his social medias, and began scrolling. Feeling completely different from just a few hours before, knowing you anchored him back down to earth.

On and on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

mwah!

[losvers-clubb]

THIS IS SO ME CORE

Eddie Munson might call you Rapunzel because you have such long beautiful hair. You clearly take such good care of it and he can’t help but admire it and all the different ways you style it. He wants to ask if he can touch it so badly but he doesn’t want you to think he’s a creep.  Or maybe you don’t have long hair. Maybe he’ll call you Cinderella from that time you were running late to class. You passed him in the hallway, and nearly tripped right over yourself when you lost a shoe. You hopped back to retrieve it, but your arms were full of books. Eddie, still laughing, knelt down and gently put the shoe back on your foot, retying the laces. “There you go. Better get to class before you turn into a pumpkin.” Or maybe not. Maybe you tend to doze off in class or in study hall. You sit in the back, so the teacher seldom notices. Sometimes you even sleep through the bell, which amazes Eddie. You wake to him gently nudging your shoulder. “Up and at ‘em, Sleeping Beauty.”

Or maybe none of those apply, and he simply calls you princess. He can’t exactly picture himself as a prince, maybe a knight, or more likely the court bard or jester entertaining you with his antics. He doesn’t care, as long as you keep smiling at him.

[babybimbo777]

𝓘𝓝𝓣𝓡𝓞 𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓣 🎀

𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 ♥︎

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Hii i'm angel, twenty yrs old, she/her, arab (Iraqi girl) bisexual, born and raised Catholic, still am Catholic (be respectful of this or leave my blog), i study law at uni but write in my free time (not fanfics)! I was raised by my single mommy, 2 (now in the military) older brothers, and the best big sister ever - im the baby <3

Things you may call me 🎀 Darling, sweetheart, pup/puppy, kiddo/kid, princess, baby, love, pretty, good girl, little one, baby girl, sweetie, anything with 'my' in front of it <3 (my girl, my princess, etc <3) + anything else like this (ask b4 calling me it ♡)

I can/could/maybe call you 🎀 Daddy, sir, mommy, dad + anything else like this (must ask if I am comfy with calling u anything else. If I say no {shouldnt repeat it more than once}, I am not obligated to call u it ♡)

some of my interests 🎀 baking, cooking, reading, writing, shopping, animals, watching anime, horror movies, anime, gilmore girls, to all the boys i've loved before, lots of TV shows and movies, collecting lots of plushies, playing Minecraft, stardew valley, and the sims, fictional men, dad bods <3

some of my dislikes 🎀 my dad, insects, vomiting, spiders, carnival clowns, lighting/thunder, fireworks, mean people, & loud noises.

my kinks 🎀 ddlg, daddy kink, choking, nipple play, clit biting, bondage, breeding (like being bred, don't want kids yet), cockwarming, praise!!! , spanking, name calling in bed, older men (?), voice kink, hands (?), & more ♥︎

artists I love 🎀 taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, harry styles, girl in red, chappell roan, gracie abrams, lana del ray, cigarettes after sex, the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, lizzy mcalpine, beach bunny, conan gray, sza, & more 💕

do not do the following / don't ask 🎀 my socials, don't ask for pics or audios, sc@t play, v0mit, foot fetishes, r@ceplay, @g3play, bl00d, p1ss, no r@pists, z1on1ists, p3dos (50+ go away), & no minors (I love my block button btw 🩷)

my husbands/wives 🎀 Tom Riddle, John Price, Simon Riley, Ellie Williams, Valeria Garza, Mitch Marner, Eddie Munson, Michal Mrakiz, Roman Godfrey, Rafe Cameron, John B Routledge, Abby Anderson, JJ Maybank, Zade Meadows, Bakugo Katsuki, Sukana Ryomen, Rhys Larsen, Coriolanus snow, Nate Jacobs, & more ♥︎

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𝒾𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁

[melodymunson]

I wish Eddie Munson was real so that @eddiemunsonfuxks and I could be his sister wives. We'd give him so much love 💕😊

[smeddiemunson]

4 pleaseee

@chaossmiles (love ur pfp) thank you for the prompt 🖤 i hate that you made me write this though 😢

4: “I don’t love you anymore.”

Steve can’t even remember how the argument started.

Eddie had just got home after two months spent playing various festivals on the circuit. Normally Steve would go with them, would roadie like the old days when Corroded Coffin was just playing dive bars, hoping that someone would be paying enough attention to start the chain reaction to them getting a record deal.

But Steve had work, Steve had responsibilities at the salon. He couldn’t just up and leave for two months any more, and he found himself not wanting to even though he craved being around Eddie like they were still silly teenagers. The salon was his pride and joy, the staff were his family. So he’d stayed home and lived with the late night FaceTime calls.

Normally, two months was long enough that they would be all over one another for the night and probably the few days that followed. Eddie would drop his bags by the door and sweep Steve into his arms so they could fuck on the floor, on the couch, sometimes in bed if they could keep their hands to themselves long enough to get there.

And it had started that way.

But with them it had always been an escalation.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

And it’s a lie. Of course it’s a lie. There isn’t a single part of him, a single atom, that would ever be able to unlove Eddie Munson.

When they were nineteen and twenty he had promised to love Eddie for the rest of his life, a promise made with youthful hubris, a promise made after they thwarted a witch-hunt and felt untouchable.

Now at thirty and thirty-one, Steve knew it was impossible for him to break that promise. He still loved Eddie just as much, if not more, as the day he made it.

But this wasn’t about love. This was about hurt. Eddie hurt him and he wanted to hurt him back.

Eddie’s face crumpled for just a second, just long enough for Steve to see that his words landed, that they hit exactly the way wanted to.

He felt sick with it.

“I guess that’s that then.” Eddie’s features smoothed over, a casual disinterest that he normally wore for the press, never before directed at Steve.

He left without another word. The bag he left by the door quickly snatched up, phone in hand ready to call Chrissy or Gareth in search for a bed for a night. Probably Gareth, with Chrissy came Robin.

It wasn’t the first fight they’d ever had, but it almost felt like it could be their last one.

[bowiebond]

Okay so everyone knows how some people who were abused by their parents will date/marry people like their abuser because it’s what they’re used to?

TW Domestic Abuse

Billy does that. He doesn’t realize it at first, why he’s so attracted to older man with short hair and a firm hand, because when he meets them, they’re sweet on him. He’s young and pretty, takes care of himself, and he’s got a body made for sinning. So of course they’re kind to him. They’ll call him beautiful, buy him nice things, take him on dates and fuck him hard but always make sure he finishes. He thinks they’re perfect.

Until they want to control him too. Half the time, they have wives, children his age and younger, but Billy’s okay with being a secret. He would never rip a child’s parent from them, ruin a happy family because his lover is a good man, but he also doesn’t want to be abandoned either, you know? So he compromises. They’re good until they’re not, until they start getting meaner, snappier, berating him just like his father and at first he rationalizes that it’s just a rough patch. He didn’t mean to hurt me, Billy would think as he examined the bruise on his wrist, I’m always picking fights, always too clingy, but he would never hit me.

The moment they strike, that’s the finishing line. That’s the moment Billy hits back, the final straw, but it keeps happening. Every man he dates is a mirage of his father, and he hates himself for it.

He’s 31 and done with love entirely when he sees them. They’re laughing on the beach, trying to tackle each other even though they’re much too old for such games, Harrington’s gaggle of children now adults wrecking havoc in the water, his sister and her psychic friend giggling to each other under the shade with Nancy Wheeler who has a woman on her arm.

Harrington is picked up, hauled over the tattooed mans shoulder, and Billy must have been staring too hard because the man catches his gaze as Harrington laughs, pretending to kick up a fuss at his partners hold.

The man with long, shaggy hair grins and cups a hand around his mouth.

“Nice ink, man!” That’s enough to draw the others eyes, and Billy’s mouth goes completely dry when the man - Munson, that’s fucking Eddie Munson, he’s a rockstar now, like in his top five, holy fuck - puts Harrington down and the brunet looks at him.

“Billy?” Looking at those twin, welcoming smiles, he kind of wants to try love one more time. As stupidly ignorant and dangerous as it sounds, throwing his battered heart into the ring again.

God, he’s pathetic to fall for an already completed set in the second it takes for them to look at him to the next when their smiles grow wide, and then he has a hoard of hick town locals and questions surrounding him. But he really doesn’t mind.

He wants to give it one more try.

[milfformunson]

Double Date (Part 2) 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Eddie comes and helps (Y/N) unpack, but ends up unpacking more than just boxes. Part two to “Double Date” linked above. 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F! Reader (Suzie’s older sister)

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, Fluff, angst, reader has religious trauma, Mormonism, crying, mention of weed, food is mentioned more than once, F! Reader, 

Word count: 4.1k

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Eddie drove a little too fast to Dustin’s and rang the doorbell repeatedly. An irritated, wet haired Henderson opened the door, scowling at Eddie. 

“Sure, now you’re on time.” He rolled his eyes as Eddie pushed past him and paced the kitchen.

“Shut it Henderson. I need you to tell me everything you know about Mormons.” Eddie demanded. 

“Don’t tell me you’re joining just for (Y/N). That’s crazy!” Dustin shouted. 

“No! I don’t think I could set foot in any type of church without bursting into flames. I just want to know what they believe… if there’s any chance (Y/N) could ever… you know, like me.” Eddie said shyly. 

Dustin rolled his eyes, motioning for Eddie to follow him to his room so he could finish his hair. Dustin gave Eddie the rundown on the basics of the religion, from what he’s heard from Suzie, and what he’s researched himself. 

“Mormons are super-religious white people. They have a lot of rules they have to follow like no swearing, no smoking, no drugs, no drinking, no coffee, no tea, no tattoos, no piercings other than ears, no dating until 16-Suzie’s parents are more lenient on this with her because we’re long distance. They have to always wear longer shorts and t-shirts because of ‘modesty’ or whatever. They have this ‘law of chastity’ which is basically no sex or anything like that before marriage. They usually only date and marry other Mormons because they believe in order to get into Heaven you have to marry in their temple and you can only go in the temple if you’re a member and pay 10% of your income. When you go to the temple you get this special underwear you have to wear all the time, which is another reason they dress the way they do. They get married super young so they can pop out babies. Oh-and their founder ended up having like 40 wives.” Dustin said casually while applying gel to his curls. 

Eddie sat on Dustin’s bed, mouth agape. “Please say you’re joking. There’s no way that’s real.” 

Dustin shook his head. “It’s all true, according to Suzie.” 

Eddie was astounded. They thought Hellfire was a cult when THAT existed? “That sounds…” 

“Like a cult?” Dustin interjected. 

“Exactly. It sounds like something I’d make up for a campaign.” Eddie agreed with a small laugh. 

Dustin nodded, shrugging his shoulders. 

“I’m fucked, man. (Y/N) is never going to want to be friends with, let alone more, with a drug dealing metalhead.” Eddie flopped onto the bed, rubbing his hands over his face in exasperation. 

“You never know until you try. Come on, Munson. I don’t want to be late.” Dustin declared. 

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You had spent the morning fussing over what to wear, and Suzie was no help. She just sat there making snarky comments about trying to impress Eddie, even when you adamantly denied having a crush on him. 

“You two were cuddling last night!” Suzie had argued.  

“We were not! The couch is just…small. I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable on the floor.” You retorted. Suzie just rolled her eyes. 

After applying a thin coat of mascara and lipgloss, you had to figure out how you were doing your hair. You sighed as you tossed it into a big claw clip. You didn’t know what you were supposed to wear to impress the boy that you met less than 24 hours ago that you definitely didn’t have a crush on while he helped you unpack. A knock on the door signaled they were here, so you quickly put on your overalls over your t-shirt. 

Suzie opened the door to a bouncing Dustin holding a box of donuts in one hand and comics in the other. 

“Dusty bun!” Suzie squealed, quickly grabbing the comics. Dustin shoved the box in your hands and the two of them quickly got situated on the beanbag chair in the living room.  

“Um, Hi.” A nervous looking Eddie said, still standing outside of the front door. . 

You smiled, motioning for him to come inside. “Hi, Eddie. Donut?” You said, offering him the box. 

He shook his head “I’m okay, thank you.” 

You nodded, taking out a maple donut with sprinkles and taking a bite. “Come on, most of the unpacking left is for my room.” He followed you down the hall, admiring the way your overalls hugged your butt. 

Your room was pretty bare since you still had some furniture to buy. All that was in there was a queen sized mattress, a bookshelf, and a small writing desk. The remaining boxes were stacked against the wall in neat towers. 

“You have a sprinkle on your face.” He pointed to your mouth. 

Embarrassed, you quickly wiped your mouth, asking “did I get it?” 

He laughed, shaking his head and stepping closer to you. He gently brushed the sprinkle off of your upper lip, his thumb lingering on your cheek. “Got it.” he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours. 

“Thanks.” Your voice was barely a whisper. Butterflies filled your stomach and your face felt hot. How could such a simple act make you so…flustered?

“Any time, sweetness.” Eddie said, stepping back and clapping his hands. “So, where should we start?” 

“What?” You were puzzled, still reeling from the contact. 

Eddie smirked, motioning toward the boxes. 

“Oh! Right. I have most of them labeled, so if you don’t mind starting on the books?” 

“Do you have a specific way you want them organized?” He asked, opening the first box and sitting down in front of the bookshelf. 

“I usually go alphabetically, but the ones in series stay together. But you can organize them however you want.” You smiled at him sweetly. 

You opened a box of clothes and started hanging them, working in comfortable silence for a while. Eddie carefully scanned every book you owned, trying to get a glimpse into your mind. There were a lot of poetry books, Jane Austen classics, some Sherlock Holmes, and some religious books he didn’t recognize. He smiled when he found your worn copy of The Lord of the Rings. The cover was practically coming off of the binding, the pages yellowing from repeated touch. and when Eddie was done organizing your three boxes of books, he opened the one with your radio, walkman, and cassette tapes. 

“Music?” He asked, holding your small radio. 

“Sure. You can pick.” You said, glancing quickly over your shoulder. 

Eddie got to work setting up the radio, and turned it to the local station that played all of today’s latest hits. It wasn’t his style, but he figured it would be yours so he could live with it. 

“You don’t seem like the Blondie and Madonna type.” You observed, smiling to yourself. 

“You’re right, but YOU seem like the Blondie and Madonna type.” He sneered playfully. 

You scoffed in mock offense. “Are you judging a book by its cover, devil boy?” 

His head snapped in your direction, his jaw dropped at the comment. He made the motion of stabbing himself in the chest, falling over to the floor dramatically. “You wound me with your words.” 

“You started it, Munson!” you threw your pillow at him, giggling. 

He stood up, holding your pillow, a challenging look on his face. Your eyes widened as you tried to predict his next move. You glanced at your mattress, eyeing the other pillow on it. At the same time you went to grab it, Eddie jumped and he fell right on top of you so he was laying on your back. 

“Eddie!” You squealed. “Get off of me!” you were a giggling mess, your hair falling out of your clip as he stubbornly laid on top of you. 

“Hm. Your mattress isn’t very comfortable. It’s kind of squirmy.” He teased, poking your sides. 

You managed to resituate so you were laying on your back, Eddie was hovering over you, his dark curls hanging around his face. Without thinking, you tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, your fingers running along his jaw as they came back down. You took the opportunity of his proximity to examine his face. He was so gorgeous. Little freckles sprinkled his cheeks, smile lines creased the corners of his mouth. His lips were full and pink, looking very kissable. His eyes had a hint of gold in them that you hadn’t noticed before, you could easily get lost in them.

Bryan Adam’s “Heaven” started playing on the radio, which changed the atmosphere from playful and casual to something more tender and intimate. Eddie was biting the inside of his cheek, his eyes briefly looking at your lips, your bottom one pulled between your teeth.  

Slowly, Eddie got off of you, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He extended his hand and helped you sit up. Your hair was messy from the playful tackle, so you unclipped it fully and lightly shook your head so it fell gently past your shoulders. You took the hair elastic from your wrist, and quickly threw your hair into a loose braid. Eddie watched you, impressed by the speed of your fingers. 

“Do you want me to braid your hair, Eddie?” You asked, and he was prepared to make a snarky comment because he thought you were joking, but your head was tilted slightly to the side and you had a soft smile on your face. 

“Not today, sweetheart. But I might take you up on that sometime.” He smiled back at you. 

“Eddie, (Y/N)?” Dustin and Suzie were standing in the doorway. You two quickly stood up and took a step away from each other. 

“What’s up?” You asked, not daring to look at Eddie. 

“Steve just got on the walkie and said he wants to have everyone at his house tomorrow to swim and stuff so the group can meet Suzie.” Dustin explained. 

“I know it’s Sunday… Can I go? Please, (Y/N)? We won’t be alone, we’ll be in a group!” Suzie pleaded. 

“Yes, Suze. You can go. I’ll take you guys and pick you up.” You said with a chuckle. 

“Eddie can take us, right Eddie? He’s part of the group.” Dustin smiled at Eddie. 

Your shoulders sagged, disappointed that you would be all alone tomorrow. You forced a small smile, looking at Eddie. “Are you okay with that?” 

Eddie saw the change in your demeanor, and he really wanted to hang out again. “Why don’t you come? You live here now, so you should make some friends.” He shrugged. 

“I don’t want to intrude or ruin any group dynamics.” You shrugged.

“No, Eddie’s right! You should come, you can meet more people your age. Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Steve.” Dustin emphasized Steve’s name, staring at Eddie. Eddie scowled at him.

“If you’re sure…” you said, looking at Eddie for confirmation.

His expression softened and he smiled. “Come, please.” 

You nodded, trying to hide your excitement. 

“Great! Now, let’s go make food. I’m starving. Sandwiches okay?” Suzie beamed, dragging Dustin to the kitchen before anyone could respond. 

You chuckled, stepping closer to Eddie with your arms folded over your chest. “Are you sure I won’t be intruding? What if your friends hate me?” You asked quietly. 

Eddie stepped even closer, his chest an inch away from your arms. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and dragged both hands down your arms forcing you to uncross them. He held your hands, his thumbs gently rubbing your palms. “They’re going to love you. I promise. Come on, let’s finish unpacking.” 

You nodded and sighed, releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Eddie let go of your hands, reluctantly, and you busied yourselves unpacking. You were unpacking the last of your clothes when you remembered what you had in the box Eddie was currently unpacking. You didn’t want to draw attention to it, so you pleaded that Suzie would yell that the food was ready before he got to the bottom of the box.   

To your relief, she did. 

“Peanut butter and jelly, turkey and cheddar, and BLT.” She said, walking out as you came into the kitchen. 

Eddie grabbed a BLT and leaned up against the counter. You picked up a peanut butter and jelly and hopped up onto the counter across from him. He finished his sandwich in three bites, and you heard his stomach grumble, still hungry, but he didn’t move. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the other BLT and held it out to him with a smirk. He reluctantly took it, shyly looking at the ground. 

“I don’t want to eat all of your food.” He mumbled. 

“Then don’t. I have a fully stocked pantry and fridge, so it’d probably take you a long time to eat it all.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood. 

He laughed, biting into his sandwich.

After you two had finished your food, he wanted to finish unpacking. You assured him you could finish the last two boxes another time, and he frowned, slightly disappointed. He thought you were going to kick him out since you were pretty much done. 

“Will you help me hang some pictures and stuff?” You asked him, holding a hammer. 

He nodded enthusiastically, following you back to your bedroom. 

You opened the box that held your picture frames and carefully laid them on the floor. Eddie stood behind you, studying each picture. There was one of you and who he assumed were your siblings all wearing matching outfits, some different nature prints, a framed cover of The Hobbit, a few poems, and a big building that looked like a castle. 

“What’s that? Your castle, princess?” He asked, pointing at the picture. 

“Oh, that’s the Salt Lake City temple. There’s a saying ‘if this isn’t your castle, then you aren’t my prince.’ that Mormon girls say. It’s the goal you’re supposed to strive to achieve.” You let out a small chuckle laced with a hint of sadness.

Eddie knew he definitely wasn’t a prince, let alone one that would ever be granted access to that castle. He frowned, grateful you couldn’t see it. “It’s pretty.” 

You just nodded, putting it back in the box. 

“Wait, why aren’t you hanging it up?” Eddie asked, kneeling next to you on the floor. He saw a tear fall from your eye, and you quickly wiped it away. 

“I haven’t told anyone.” You whispered, pressing your palms under your eyes to try and stop the tears. 

“Told anyone what?” He moved the picture frames, shifting so he was sitting cross-legged in front of you. 

You took a deep breath, looking straight at Eddie. Were you really about to tell him your deepest secret? You had only known him for 24 hours and yet, looking into those big brown eyes, you felt like you would trust him with your life. You stood up, Eddie’s brow furrowed in concern, then in confusion as you dug through the box he was unpacking earlier and pulling out a shoebox. You sat back down and put the shoebox in your lap. 

“This is my box of contraband.” You opened it and put it in Eddie’s lap. 

He carefully looked in the box, pulling out various items. Cassette tapes of Dolly Parton, Michael Jackson, Prince, The Cure, Metallica and Iron Maiden?! He looked at you quizzically, but you shrugged, motioning for him to keep looking. He pulled out two novels with half naked men on the front, steamy romance novels probably, and gave a small chuckle. He pulled out black lace teddy, which you quickly grabbed, both of your cheeks turning bright red at the discovery. Under the teddy was a bag of weed, which really shocked Eddie, and a journal.  

He shook his head in confusion, “Wait, other than the weed, why is the rest of this contraband?” 

“I’m not supposed to listen to that ‘devil music.’ That’s all music that didn’t ‘bring the spirit’ into the life of the listener, so I never listened to popular radio.” You laughed, remembering earlier. 

“I’m not supposed to read steamy romance novels with sex scenes, let alone have ANYTHING with a half naked man on it. This-” you held up the teddy “goes against every modesty standard I’ve been taught. I stole the weed from Eden, she still thinks my parents found it and took it from her. I haven’t smoked it, I’ve been too scared to. That journal? Holds every single thought I’ve had for the last two years. It’s full of things I find extremely problematic with the church, and questions I tried to get answers to. Thoughts that I shouldn’t be having…” 

Eddie listened, growing more confused because this box contradicted what he was told about Mormons. “So, Dustin told me about your rules and stuff this morning. You’re saying you don’t follow the rules?” He held his face in his hands, his brain was going a million miles a minute trying to understand. 

You shook your head. “I’m saying I don’t think I want to anymore. My whole life has been someone telling me what to wear, how to behave, what to read, where to go, what my future should be like. Being guilted for normal human thoughts and feelings. I don’t want to spend 3 hours at church every Sunday. My parents never cared about how I was feeling, they just wanted me to be perfect so I could be the perfect little wife. I don’t want to go to the temple. I don’t want to pop out 7 babies, stay home all day, and dote on a husband who probably doesn’t even know how to pleasure a woman!” You were practically shouting, but quickly lowered your voice, realizing Suzie could hear. 

Eddie just stared at you, trying not to smile at the last statement. He cleared his throat and pushed down his smile before motioning for you to continue. 

“Did you know that they consider sex before marriage, masturbation, oral sex, all of that type of stuff, a sin second only to murder? Do you know how guilty I felt after watching Grease at my friend’s house and feeling turned on by John Conaway? I couldn’t sleep for a week because I felt like I was committing a crime! It’s literally indoctrinated into you if you’re born into it. You don’t have a choice or a chance to question. You’re fed the same lessons year after year, the same rules, the same expectations, and you’re judged if you question it. My parents would be so disappointed in me, maybe never speak to me again, my friends from home would abandon me if they found out about this stuff, which is part of the reason I wanted to move so far away. I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this.” You were in tears again, all of the frustration and tension you had been holding onto for the last two years releasing as you vented to Eddie. 

Eddie grabbed you, pulling you into his lap so he could give you a hug, shushing you while rubbing your back gently until your sobs had almost stopped. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, but you were grateful for Eddie’s tight hug. He smelled like weed and coffee and old spice maybe? You didn’t know, but he smelled good. You sat up and slowly slid off his lap, sitting across from him again, your knees gently touching his. 

“Jeez, you probably think I’m crazy. We’ve only known each other for 24 hours and already I’m spilling my guts to you.” You let out a half-hearted laugh, wiping the remaining tears.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, (Y/N). I think you’ve been holding on to so many emotions and trying to go through it alone. I don’t know what you’re going through, but I know what it’s like to be judged for every single thing you do. I’ve never been part of religion- unless you count my satanic cult.” He winked, making you giggle. “Sometimes ranting to a stranger is easier than people you’re close to because they don’t have any expectations for you yet.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” You whispered, placing your hand on top of his knee. “For agreeing to yesterday, for helping me unpack, and for listening to the rantings of a strange girl you’ve only known for a day.” 

“It’s been my pleasure.” He said, placing his hand on yours. “I’m more than happy to help in any way I can. And please, for the love of God, do not smoke that weed. You don’t know where it came from. If you want to try it, I can get you some.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You laughed. “I think for now, getting my feelings out in the open is a good start. I don’t want Suzie telling my parents anything.” You said as you started putting the things back into the shoe box. 

You tried to grab the weed that was next to Eddie, but he snatched it away from you, giving you a stern look. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t try to fight him on it. He put it in his pocket with a gloating grin on his face. 

The next two hours Eddie spent trying to hang pictures straight, you telling him they were off just slightly, him fixing them, and even though they never were perfectly straight, you told him they were. You liked watching him concentrate, his tongue poked out of his mouth ever so slightly. 

Around 6 o’clock, you all headed out to go get burgers at the local diner. After you had ordered, you and Eddie went to go get some condiments at the condiment station. 

“Aww man, I forgot that fry sauce doesn’t exist outside of Utah.” you pouted. 

“Do you mean ketchup?” Eddie questioned. 

You didn’t answer, instead placed equal parts mayo, ketchup, and a small bit of barbeque sauce and mustard in the little paper cup. Eddie watched, mildly horrified, as you took a coffee stirrer and mixed it all together. You stuck your pinky in the mixture and tasted it, nodding your head in approval. 

“That does not seem like it would taste good.” Eddie scrunched his nose. 

“Don’t knock it till you try it, Munson.” you hip bumped him, walking back to the table. 

You and Eddie were seated on the same side of the booth so Suzie and Dustin could be as close as possible. You sat with one leg folded up on the bench, your body turned slightly sideways to face Eddie, while you talked. When your food arrived, you tried to get him to try the fry sauce mixture, and after a few minutes of pleading and batting your eyelashes, he relented. He dipped his fry in the mixture while you, Dustin, and Suzie watched his reaction. He folded his hands in front of his face, pretending to be deep in thought, before saying “I give it a 7/10. It’s not bad, but plain ketchup is better.”  

Dustin and Suzie chuckled, going back to the conversation about what they wanted to do during Suzie’s last two days in Hawkins. You half listened because you had to go where Suzie went, but you and Eddie were sneaking glances at each other, smiling in embarrassment when one of you caught the other staring. 

“Is that okay, (Y/n/n)?” Suzie asked, bringing you out of your little bubble. 

“Is what okay?” 

Suzie sighed, exasperated. “Tomorrow we’ll go to Steve’s, and then on Monday Dusty bun wants to have a picnic at the park for dinner.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed, grateful that they didn’t want to do anything too crazy. 

When you were finished with your food, Eddie dropped you and Suzie back at your apartment. You stayed in the car as Dustin walked Suzie to the door, giving them a minute of privacy. 

“Thank you for helping today. I had a lot of fun.” You said, fidgeting with the hem of your overalls. 

“You’re welcome. I did too.” Eddie ran his hand through his hair. 

You looked out the window and saw Dustin and Suzie still hugging, rolling your eyes because you knew they would never let go unless you broke it up. “I better go before they suffocate each other. I’ll see you tomorrow at Steve’s?” 

Eddie nodded, a goofy grin on his face. 

You opened the door, but in a moment of bravery, you leaned over to Eddie and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Eddie.” You said, hopping out of the van and walking to your door. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Eddie called after you, watching as you broke up Dustin and Suzie’s hug. You and Suzie went inside, and Dustin came back to the van. 

“Man, she’s amazing. I wish I could see her every day. At least we get tomorrow.” Dustin sighed, buckling his seatbelt. 

“Yeah. Amazing. Tomorrow.” Eddie mumbled, still blushing from the kiss as he drove away. 

After getting ready for bed, Suzie was gushing about how sweet Dustin was as you laid in bed. But you weren’t listening very intently, because all you could think about was Eddie. Suzie assumed you were sleeping, so she stopped talking. A few minutes later you heard her light snoring, and soon drifted off yourself, excited and nervous for the next day. 

[trashmouth-richie]

hello my fellow weirdos, I recently hit 200 followers! I never thought in my wildest dreams I would have 1 person who liked my writing let alone two hundred. To thank you all for supporting, reblogging, commenting, etc on this blog that was started at the height of my depression, I will be doing one shots (less than 1,000 words) involving two words of your liking.

Rules:

I, so very clearly, write for Eddie Munson, so please do not ask to for anyone younger than 18.

You pick the character, and two words, send them to my ask box.

I will do them until NYE.

Please nothing disgusting, also be courteous. I also have 6-7 WIPS going at this time.

I want to thank @munsonquinns, @munson-blurbs @this-was-bad-sorry @gathered-moss @inourtownofhawkins @usedtobecooler @lunatictardis @jadequeen88 @corroded-hellfire @eddiemunsonsmum @steddiesandwich @pinkrelish @and anyone else I talk to on a daily basis for pushing me to become a better writer, listening to my disgusting feral behavior, encouraging the nastiest shit ever written, and for being great friends, sister wives, and slutfire club members 💚🧡💛

also a special shout-out to @boomhauer for literally being the first person to read the first chapter of twin flames and walking me through how to make a Masterlist and everything else in between, you’re a real one. 😩

To everyone commenting to be on the Taglist for whatever fic my demented mind updates for the day, thank you from the deepest pits of my corroded heart! I love you guys so much.

@munson-blurbs for collabing with me on DICED and helping me figure out small details, for being my bff, the dale to my brennan —love you bb. 💓 feral sisters unite.

and to every other writer/reader who has joined me along the way to 200 followers, I would die without this fandom, THANK YOU.

[harrywavycurly]

Eddie Munson’s 7 Wives:

I can’t believe I made this but at the same time I can, so this is just so I can keep track of how each wife acts like and who out of the gang hangs out with them.

A/N: This is a little concept where Eddie has a wife for every day of the week. Don’t ask how this even came about because I honestly don’t know😂💖

Monday: The original Munson wife, related to Hopper, she’s the backbone of the family and will defend all her sister wives and her husband against anyone. Max and Lucas hang out with her the most, she’s an Aries.

Tuesday: The loner and most jealous wife of the group, she is a realistic and sometimes she just doesn’t like sharing her husband but most of the time she’s very nice. Jonathan hangs out with her a lot and anyone who needs relationship advice often find themselves at her house, she’s a Virgo.

Wednesday: She is the mean one, she’s the one people go to if someone needs to get yelled at and she can’t help if sometimes she’s mean to one of the other wives but she’s quick to apologize. Steve hangs out with her the most because she shows him how to stand up for himself, she’s a Taurus.

Thursday: She is the nerdy one of the group, she is crafty and loves making things and she can be a bit mean but normally that’s just when she has reached her breaking point. Dustin, Will and Nancy hang out with her, she’s a Libra.

Friday: She is the fun wife, she loves to have a good time and relax, she’s always listening to music and smiling so she’s the go to wife when anyone needs cheering up. Mike and Argyle hang out with her, she’s a Sagittarius.

Saturday: She’s quiet and oftentimes she’s the voice of reason out of all the wives, she keeps to herself and likes to stay home as much as possible. Eleven hangs out with her because she enjoys the peace and calmness, she’s a Cancer.

Sunday: The newest edition to the Munson family, she is shy like very shy but she loves her family, she is quiet and keeps to herself and helps out wherever she can or is needed. Robin hangs out with her the most because she just feels like a safe space, she’s a Pisces.

[saviorellie]

I am pretty sure I am Eddie Munson's lesbian girlfriend?🤨

we can be sister wives! eddie munson communal boyfriend!

[harrywavycurly]

New season of sister wives coming soon staring eddie and his many wives.

Hiiii lovey!! Ohhh yes “Coming up next on Discovery+ is the interesting story of how one long haired Metalhead named Eddie Munson managed to get not one, not two but hundreds of people willing to marry him and his only concern? That he’s gonna need a bigger van.” 😂💖

Eddie looking at all his wives:

[harrywavycurly]

listen i'm not usually one for the whole sister wives thing but this is amazing and just makes me think of like... sort of cult leader!eddie. i say sort of because they don't really do anything except love each other and take care of each other??

Hiii babes!! I can totally see that, I think maybe some of his wives would have jobs while the others like stay home and watch all the kids? Or they’d run a daycare and have it me called “Munson Munchkin Land” or something 😂 but yes they all look out for each other and even Wayne they make sure he is always taken care of, they do his laundry, make his lunches and dinners, and clean his trailer.💖