#stranger things Netflix

[nothing2-c]

Bringing this back because today is the day

THIS JUST IN: Eddie Munson, frontman of Corroded Coffin, has arrived at the Met Gala.

As a longtime fan, here’s a contribution to @putting-eddie-munson-in-places since I know you have a ton of requests right now. I made it my mission while on a break to put these images together.

[soniclion92]

They know.

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Eddie obviously knows how to sew (hes not only dirt-poor living off of a single consistent paycheck and whatever he earns selling drugs, but hes also a punk- theres no way he DOESNT know how to sew), but steve most definitely does. not. one of his shirts get a hole and he throws it out.

When eddie first witnesses this, hes fucking MORTIFIED and ends up digging a t-shirt out of the trash and sewing the hole closed and fixing the loose stitching on the hem and gives steve a lecture about not wasting fabric and money.

And from then on, steve just shows up at the munson household every now and then with various clothes in his arms, asking eddie to fix them for him.

[sophiewritesworld]

Tension and Temptation - E.M.

Eddie Munson x Reader Warnings: 18+ MDNI Summary: A midnight ride in Eddie Munson's van can't go wrong right ? NEXT PART

Part One

The air in Eddie Munson's van feels thicker tonight, heavy with the scent of leather and faint weed lingering from earlier. You're sprawled on the passenger seat, one leg tucked under you, the ripped denim of your jeans catching the dim glow of the dashboard. Eddie's leaning back, one hand draped over the steering wheel, the other fiddling with a cigarette he hasn't lit yet. His rings glint as he shifts, glancing at you with that half-smirk that makes your pulse hitch.

"You gonna keep staring at the stars through the windshield, or you got something to say?" His voice is low, teasing, but there's an edge to it—like he's daring you to close the distance between you. The cassette deck hums faintly, some metal band you can't name, but it’s just noise now, drowned out by the way his brown eyes lock on yours, bold and unreadable.

Your breath catches, and you shift, leaning closer, elbow brushing his arm. "Maybe I’m just waiting for you to make a move, Munson." It’s a challenge, tossed like a spark into dry grass. His smirk falters, just for a second, and you feel the tension coil tighter, electric. He leans in, slow, deliberate, until his face is inches from yours, his hair tickling your cheek.

"Careful what you wish for," he murmurs, voice rough, warm breath fanning your skin. Your heart’s hammering, and you’re hyper-aware of every inch of space—or lack of it—between you. It’s not just playful anymore. It’s a line, and you’re both teetering on the edge.

Your knee brushes his thigh as you shift, the contact sending a jolt through you, sharp and unignorable. You’re close enough now to see the faint freckles dusting his nose, the way his lashes dip when his gaze flicks to your lips, lingering there a beat too long.

"You’re trouble, you know that?" Eddie says, his voice a low rumble, like he’s trying to talk himself out of something. But his hand—the one with the skull ring you’ve always secretly loved—moves to the seatback behind you, his arm forming a loose cage. Not trapping you, but definitely making it clear he’s not backing off either. The leather of his jacket creaks as he leans closer, and you catch the faint spice of his cologne, mixing with something unmistakably him. It’s dizzying.

Your mouth feels dry, but you manage a grin, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. "Says the guy who’s got me alone in his van at midnight." You’re pushing, testing, and the way his jaw tightens tells you he feels it too. The air’s so charged it’s almost hard to breathe, every word a spark that could set this whole thing ablaze.

He chuckles, but it’s rough, strained, and his free hand twitches like he’s fighting the urge to touch you. "You’re makin’ it real hard to be good here." His eyes are dark now, pupils blown wide, and the smirk he’s trying to hold onto doesn’t quite reach them. It’s not just teasing anymore—it’s hunger, raw and barely restrained.

You lean in, just enough that your breath mingles with his, your lips hovering so close you can almost taste the cigarette he never lit. "Who said I want you to be good?" The words slip out, bold and reckless, and something shifts in his expression—surprise, maybe, or surrender. His hand slides from the seat to your jaw, fingers grazing your skin, calloused but gentle, tilting your face up. Your heart’s a riot, and you’re not sure if it’s you or him trembling, or both.

"Eddie," you whisper, and it’s half a question, half a plea. He doesn’t answer with words. His thumb brushes your lower lip, slow, deliberate, and the world narrows to that single point of contact. You’re both frozen, teetering on the brink, and all it’d take is one move—one tiny push—to fall over the edge. His thumb lingers on your lip, pressing just enough to make your breath hitch, and then his hand slides to cup your face, fingers tangling in your hair. The roughness of his rings contrasts with the warmth of his skin, grounding you and setting you on fire all at once. He’s so close now, his nose brushes yours, and the world outside the van—Hawkins, the stars, the weight of everything—melts away.

"You’re gonna ruin me," he mutters, voice gravelly, almost pained, but his eyes are blazing with something wild, something that dares you to prove him right. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the way his chest rises and falls just a little too fast, like he’s fighting to keep control. But you don’t want control. Not now.

You tilt your head, closing the fraction of space left, your lips grazing his—just a ghost of a touch, testing. It’s electric, a spark that shoots through every nerve, and Eddie lets out a low sound, half groan, half curse. That’s all it takes. His restraint cracks, and he kisses you, hard and hungry, like he’s been starving for this and didn’t even know it.

His mouth is warm, desperate, tasting faintly of mint and the promise of trouble. You kiss him back just as fiercely, one hand fisting in his jacket to pull him closer, the leather cool under your fingers. The van’s cramped space forces you together, your knee pressing into his thigh, his arm sliding around your waist to steady you. It’s messy, all heat and teeth and need, and you’re drowning in it, in him—the way he moves like he can’t get enough, like you’re oxygen and he’s been holding his breath too long.

You break apart for a second, gasping, foreheads pressed together. His breath fans hot against your cheek, and you feel his grip tighten, like letting go isn’t an option. "You okay?" he rasps, voice wrecked, eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt. But there’s none. You’re all in.

"Don’t stop," you say, barely recognizing the edge in your own voice. It’s a demand, not a request, and the grin that flashes across his face—sharp, a little feral—tells you he heard it loud and clear. He pulls you back in, this time slower, deeper, savoring every second. His hand slides under your shirt, just enough to graze the skin above your waistband, and the contact sends a shiver through you, sharp and addictive.

The cassette deck pops, startling you both, and you laugh against his lips, breathless, tangled in each other. He’s smiling too, but it’s not soft—it’s dangerous, like he’s already planning how much further this can go. The tension’s still there, coiled tight, but now it’s laced with something new: possibility, reckless and alive.

[l0vergirlwrites]

gulity as sin ; eddie munson

synopsis: since eddie joined your friend group, you’ve fallen for him. but sometimes the feelings you’ve harboured for him make you feel guilty—but he’s just too dreamy, so how could anyone blame you?

warnings: sexual innuendos, mentions of weed & alcohol & partying, mentions of sexual thoughts, downbad!reader & eddie, love confession & makeout!!!!

note: inspired by taylor swift’s song “guilty as sin”

alsooo i just had to get this out of my system because ahhhh!!!

“just so you know, you’re staring at eddie like you wanna fuck him” robin whispered in your ear as she came to your side with extra vcr tapes to stack near the back of the store.

“jesus! am i really?” you asked in a hushed whisper, face crowing warm with embarrassment. you couldn’t help it when eddie just looked so good as he leaned on the front counter talking to steve.

while you mentally face palmed yourself, robin gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “just a little bit”

peeking back over her shoulder at eddie to make sure he wasn’t looking at you (because you’re anxious & paranoid), you let out a breath of relief. “you think he noticed?”

she laughed “i hope not”

letting out a quiet gasp, you shoved robin’s shoulder “thanks for the vote of confidence, rob” you said sarcastically.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!—but seriously…” she paused for moment to create dramatic effect. “when are you gonna fess up & tell him how you feel?”

the big question.

with a big sigh, you shook your head in retreat. “probably never. it’s just some stupid crush—& besides, we’re just friends. i don’t know if he’d like me like that, rob.” you said while getting back to work, trying to get the image of eddie’s ring clad hands out of your mind so you could focus.

“is that really how you feel? or is your fear of rejection speaking for you?”

narrowing your eyes at her, you rolled your eyes knowing she was kidding (but was she? were you really hiding behind a guise so you wouldn’t get hurt?).

“you know,” she paused to look at eddie. “if he doesn’t want to jump your bones, i’d be floored” she said cheekily, causing you to nudge her rib cage.

“he doesn’t” you stated, but in your mind you hated the thought of it.

“if that’s what’ll help you sleep at night” she chided before moving onto a different shelf, the open space letting your eyes drift back to eddie, only to find that he was looking right at you.

“you coming to the party by reefer rick’s place on the weekend? i convinced stevie boy here to tag along—“

“—& to be the DD. i don’t know how i got roped into this” steve cut eddie off with an exasperated expression.

with the spotlight (eddie’s eyes) on you, you couldn’t help but feel stuck in place & your mind was running a million miles a minute.

clearing your throat, you nodded. “yeah sure! i should be able to if keith doesn’t make me come in last minute”

the last sentence caused eddie to roll his eyes.

“who cares about what keith says—you’re coming & you’re gonna have fun! you’re deserving of blowing off some steam, right?” eddie said convincingly.

“he’s right! fuck keith & his stupid last minute shift calls“ robin agreed with steve soon following suit.

jokingly with your hands up in surrender, you finally agreed. “maybe you guys are right…”

“of course we are, babe!”

the pet name eddie called you made your stomach flip in six directions, your face growing warm until steve beat you to speak.

“when the hell did ‘babe’ get into your vocabulary, munson?” he asked eddie with a quizzical eye.

“oh calm your tits harrington—“

“hey man, i don’t have tits & i am calm so shut—“

“hey!” you yelled, shutting them both up. “no bickering on my watch, idiots” you pointed to them both, causing eddie to place his right hand in his heart in apology.

“what do you expect,” robin chimed in. “they’re five year olds”

you both laughed a bit at her comment while the guys just rolled their eyes.

“well, i’m gonna head out & prep for my next campaign. butttt, i’ll see you geeks saturday?” he asked while twirling his van keys around his index finger.

before steve could try to rebuttle against eddie about him calling you all “geeks”, you beat him to it.

“yes—we’ll be there! bye eds” you waved sweetly, your hand flattering when eddie shot you a wink before heading out the door.

as the glass door chimed & shut after his departure, you immediately turned to robin.

“he winked at me!” you mouthed to her with excitement.

“are you guys secretly talking without including me, again?”

turning to steve, you gave him an apologetic look. “she was just fawning over how eddie winked at her” robin said with a nonchalant smile, causing you to gasp.

“robin—“

“why do you care if he—wait… ohhh… that makes sense” he lit up like a light bulb, going back to checking through the return log on the computer.

you stood there stumped at his reaction.

“is me liking eddie predictable?” you asked aloud, causing steve & robin to share a glance.

“yes” they said collectively, leaving you to sigh & turn back to the shelf to finish stacking the pile of tapes.

**~*~**~*~*~**~*~~*~**~*~*~~***~*

it was now saturday, & you were on speaker phone with robin as you were getting ready for the party.

you had decided to wear a short flowy black skirt, fishnet tights, your favourite black boots, & a dark green babytee with your favourite band on it. it was simple, but cute (& you secretly hoped eddie would think the tights were a nice touch).

“do you think you’ll tell eddie how you feel once you get some liquid courage in you?” she asked genuinely.

with a thoughtful sigh, you stopped applying blush to your right cheek. “gosh, rob—i don’t know. i don’t think it’s a good idea”.

you could tell she was shaking her head from the other side of the phone.

“remember when i was too afraid to tell vicky i liked her?”

you knew what she was gonna say. “yes, i do”

“so, you remember how you told me i should just ‘go for it! do it before it’s too late—what’s the worst that could happen?’, right?”

you slumped in your desk chair, fidgeting with your makeup brush. “yes…”

“sooo, you gotta practice what you preach—tell him before you regret it!” she encouraged, but still, you were horrified to.

“what if—“

she shushed you. “no what ifs. don’t do that to yourself—just be honest when the right moment comes along”

staying silent for a moment, you thought it over in your head before coming to a conclusion.

“maybe you are right, robin”

“i’m always right—regardless of what steve says” her words made you laugh, relieving you of a little stress.

**~*~*~~~*~***~*~**~**~*~*~~*

it was now nine-thirty on the dot & you could hear steve’s beamer honking from your driveway, signalling that it’s time to go. as soon as you stepped onto your driveway, you were met with hollers & whistles from your friends in the car—including eddie.

as soon as you saw him with his head out the window, whistling & vocally saying “shit y/n, looking good!”, you could’ve sworn you were going to collapse then & there.

shushing them before their hyper annoyed your neighbours, you (coincidentally) got into the backseat with eddie.

“you have everything?” steve asked before reversing the car.

“yes, dad” you joked before a silver flask was shoved into your lap.

“got you your favourite” eddie told you with a smile, causing you to audibly “awe” & thank him before taking a swing from it.

despite steve having a fancy car, the backseat was surprisingly small, so you knew it was going to be a long night with how your thigh is already pressed into eddie’s & his fingers were tapping his jean clad thigh dangerously close to your exposed one.

you caught him every now & then staring at your tights too, which didn’t help the fantasies brewing in your mind of him taking them off you.

“you excited?” you asked him while steve & robin were caught in their own conversation.

swiping his tongue across his teeth, he looked at you with a gaze that made your stomach tighten. “as long as you stick close by, then yeah i’m excited” he nudged you gently, allowing you a moment to process what he just fucking said.

tucking your hair behind your ears (a sign that you were nervous & liked him & were going insane), you let the conversation drift into comfortable silence as steve turned the radio up.

thank god for that.

**~*~~**~**~***~**~*~~**~**~*

the party eddie brought you guys to was packed at some random house on lover’s lake.

& it reeked of pot & beer, which was normal & expected.

with the flask eddie gave you in your right hand & eddie’s hand in your other (because the front lawn was packed & he didn’t want to lose you), your group maneuvered your way inside to disco party lights, sweaty bodies, more pot & more beer.

your grip on eddie’s hand was taut as you continued sliding past more & more people while muttering “excuse me, sorry!” over & over until you guys arrived on the dance floor.

“do you want anything?” eddie leaned down & whispered into your ear so you could hear over the music.

you took a second to answer because of how warm his breath felt against your skin. “no i’m okay, i got this remember?” you said with a smile, holding up the flask he gave you.

returning you a smile, eddie let go of your hand because robin was pulling you to dance a little.

“be back in five!” eddie mouthed to you, holding up five fingers & looking at you until you waved in acknowledgment.

“okay there’s no way he doesn’t want you” robin yelled into your ear as the song changed & people roared happily.

laughing & shaking your head, you disagreed.

“cmon! let’s just dance, yeah? destress!” steve yelled to you both before bopping his head to the music, causing you & robin to look at each other before laughing & join in.

the more songs played & the more you swing back eddie’s flask, you could feel yourself letting loose a little—possibly even making you feel courageous.

so much so that when eddie returned with a red solo cup with some sort of drink, you slung your arm around his middle for a quick hug.

“missed me?” he yelled in your ear.

“just maybe” you replied, feeling his right hand rub your arm up & down before fetching a joint from his pocket.

“missed me more now?” he asked again, laughing when you nodded your head, eyes glassy from the smoke in the room that was building.

“outside?” he yelled again, & you were the only one that agreed.

*~*~*~~*~~*~*~~**~***~*

departing from steve & robin to go smoke, eddie grabbed your hand once again & kept you close as you both made your way to the back porch that outlooked onto the water.

the backyard was still filled with people, especially jocks who were doing dumb keg games, but you didn’t mind. with your back against the siding of the house & eddie in front of you, caging you in, all you saw was him.

& god he looked hot. his hair was a bit frizzy, but his leather jacket managed to showcase his muscular arms & his slightly cropped band tee allowed you to see the happy trail on his abdomen.

it took everything in your power not to fold then & there.

“you want the first hit?” eddie asked as passed you his drink & pulled his lighter out of his pocket.

with a simple nod, you placed the joint between your lipstick covered lips & leaned forward for eddie to light the end of it for you. the action felt extremely intimate & already hand your skin tingling.

with the joint slotted between your fingers, you took a few hits & relished in the buzzed feeling it already gave you. & knowing eddie & is interest in pot, you knew whatever was wrapped within the joint was the good shit.

while you were taking your hits, eddie was reminding himself to not get hard at the thought of your lipstick rubbing off onto the joint or how you looked pretty with smoke exhaling from your mouth—he could feel his pants start to feel the tiniest bit tight at his view of you.

when you handed the joint to him, eddie stood beside you on the wall & took his time (possibly so you could look at him a little longer?).

& you didn’t care because he just looked too perfect with his head tilted up, the veins in his neck showing in the porch light, the joint rested between his ring clad fingers—you could already imagine yourself getting off to this image of him later—but you reminded yourself to stay cool.

everything was fine! you guys were just friends!

“you feeling okay?” eddie asked, turning to you who was already giving him soft doe eyes.

“better than okay” you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder because you felt too warm under his gaze.

“wanna get off inside?” you heard him ask, causing you to cough & blink for a moment.

“shit—what did you say?” you looked at him, feeling his hand begin to interlock with yours again.

“i asked if you wanna go back inside—you sure you’re good?”

oh god, now you were hearing things.

“y-yeah, good idea” you mumbled as you followed his lead, holding on tight to avoid getting broken apart through the sea of teenagers & college students.

you only broke apart when robin pulled you in for a hug, hearing her say “it felt like you were gone for ages!”

for the rest do the night, you told yourself to he lost in the music rather than thoughts of eddie munson doing nasty things to you, which was going pretty successful until you felt his breath on your neck again.

“wanna dance?”

& how on earth could you say no?!?!

you let him pull you into his arms, his hands firm on your waist while yours were loose around his neck.

with the pot & other alcohol mixing in your system, you felt on top of the world. especially with eddie’s eyes on you. he’d twirl you around in circles & give you room to dance your heart out with him in your grasp & steve & robin would give each other knowing glances about whatever was brewing between you too.

you felt hot, sticky, & tingly all over your skin (not just because eddie was touching you) so you pulled his head down a bit to yell in his ear. “i’m gonna find a washroom!” & he was leading you around the house to find one without a question.

once you both found one of the third floor of this outrageous house, you pulled eddie in with you & turned on the light, thankful there was a dim setting.

“jesus, that was bright!” eddie shielded his eyes, causing you to laugh as you hopped up onto the counter.

exhaling a sigh of relief, you let your head lean back & rest against the mirror while eddie leaned against the closed door.

“do you need me to like, turn around or something…?” he asked, wondering what you were going to do.

“no—i just wanted to go somewhere quieter. less sweaty bodies”

he nodded understandingly before shamefully looking you up & down, telling himself to not get hard at the sight of you so pretty. you were already falling down a rabbit hole of all the things you want to do with him right now, each more dirty than the next—it would be just so easy for him to take off your skirt & unbuckle his pants—wouldn’t it?

but the guilt started to seep in & make you hide your face to groan in annoyance because why on earth were you spiralling like this?

“is something wrong?” he walked to you, holding your wrists & pulling them away to uncover you.

“just going insane is all” you replied, causing you both to laugh until he reached up to wipe off some of your smudged eyeliner from your under eye. he just needed to touch you somehow.

“guess what an old friend told me while i was getting a drink earlier”

you tilted your head in wonder, staring directly at eddie’s lips as he spoke.

“he saw us walk inside & told me that we looked like some couple from a movie—don’t remember which one though…” he ended with a murmur, too focussed on swiping his thumb on your cheek until you spoke up.

“is that a bad thing?” you asked, suddenly feeling small in this washroom with his hand directly on your skin.

eddie was closing in on you now, & you didn’t want it to stop.

you instantly felt sober now. especially with how each swipe on your skin felt like he was making you his—which was definitely an exaggeration but how could you need feel that way when he was holding you so delicately?

shaking his head ‘no’, eddie’s brows furrowed. “of course not—it’s not a bad thing. i-i just thought it was, i dunno, cute—“

“cute?” you questioned softer than him, a smile in the beginning stages of forming on your face.

was this your moment that robin was talking about? you sure hoped so.

“i-i think that’s the right word” he stumbled over his words, feeling your right hand brush some hair out of his face.

“i think so too”

& then there was comfortable silence.

you weren’t sure how to move forward from here. do you tell him all your feelings for him that you’ve keep hidden in a vault at the back of your mind? do you tell him that you’ve been fantasizing about him for weeks? that he’s the only one that makes you feel so many things?

you wish this part was easier.

“would it be, i dunno, uncalled for if i told you that you’ve been driving me crazy?” eddie asked, immediately unlocking said vault inside you.

“are you serious?” you asked, completely sober now as you pulled his hand away from your face & fixed your posture, eyes locked on his for the answer.

“as serious as the dead” his breath hitched, unsure if he made things worse or misread whatever signs you sent, but before he could apologize your hands were already on his face to pull his lips to yours.

it was a messy, top lip & hungry kiss that you’ve been dying to experience since you first laid eyes on him. & god did it felt right, with his tongue meshing with yours & his hands gripping your fishnet covered thighs as he pulled you closer to his body with aching need.

it was the kind of kiss that tried to convey just how you felt about him, the wanting & lusting from afar, the longing glances & lip bites when he made you feel a certain type of way.

it was catastrophic & heavy but sweet with laboured breaths of beer & smudged lipstick.

“holy shit” eddie breathed out against your lips, chasing him for another kiss because it was just that good but you were smiling & clashing your teeth against his & giggling from how silly it all felt.

“that is why i’ve been going insane” you panted against him, hands falling to grip the cotton of his shirt.

“i’m crazy about you eddie. & it’s not the drugs talking, i promise” you swore, scouts honour.

with his forehead pressing against yours & laugh escaping his lips that had little bits of your lipstick, he squeezed your thighs. “i would hope not, ‘cause i’m really crazy about you too”

you closed your eyes now, relishing in the weight lifting off your shoulders & how his touch felt electric. “eddie” you exhaled.

“yeah, sweetheart?” his fingers were pressing different patterns on your thighs to the point where you asked in yourself if he was writing ‘mine’ across the fishnet material.

“can we do this again tomorrow?” you asked, already longing for this feeling to last, praying this wouldn’t be just a one time thing at a party.

“i don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon, so yeah, i think we can make it happen” eddie smirked, kissing you quick before pulling back to see your swollen lips.

“wanna go back to the party & surprise the geeks?”

“i’d love to”

& with eddie whisking you from the counter, hand on your hip as he lead you back downstairs, you both immediately saw steve & robin jumping up & down happily when they witnessed you two looking like love sick idiots who finally fessed up.

[fartzsack]

Stranger Things shitpost

but its mostly Ronance and Stoncy

[reddthekingg]

as a society we moved on from argyle too quick

[camortona]

[mossycereustea]

lalalalala my silly little show

oh how i love my silly little show

i think i should go watch my silly little sho-

*SOBS*

*EXPLODES*

[soniclion92]

max waking up from her coma in s5 just to tell el that Mike is 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[rotteneldritchhorror]

I’m sorry but Eddie trying to stop Robin from going into watergate by earnestly repeating that she put Nancy in charge is the most autistic shit about him

And this man plays dungeon and dragons and is in love with his guitar and makes constant obscure (to the other characters) nerdy references and stims constantly and has no sense of personal space…

[sophiewritesworld]

Tension and Temptation - E.M.

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI

Summary: A midnight ride in Eddie Munson's van can't go wrong right ?

PREVIOUS PART - NEXT PART

Part two

The laugh between you fades fast, swallowed by the heat still simmering in the van. Eddie's smile lingers, but it's sharper now, like he's caught the scent of something he's been chasing. His hand's still under your shirt, fingers splayed against the curve of your waist, warm and possessive. The contact burns, not painful but intense, like every touch is a question he's daring you to answer. You're pressed so close, the gearshift digs into your thigh, but you barely notice - every nerve's tuned to him.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and heavy, searching your face like he's memorizing it. His hair's a mess, strands sticking to his forehead, and you realize you're the one who did that, your hands still tangled in his jacket, gripping like it's a lifeline. "You sure about this?" he asks, voice low, rough with something that's not just want but need - like he's giving you an out, one last chance to pull back before you both dive too deep.

But you’re already gone. You nod, quick and certain, and lean in, brushing your lips against his jaw, feeling the faint stubble there. "I’m sure," you murmur against his skin, and it’s like flipping a switch. He exhales, sharp, and then he’s on you again, kissing you with a hunger that feels endless, lips moving from your mouth to your neck, finding the spot just below your ear that makes your breath catch hard.

Your hands move on instinct, sliding under his jacket, finding the thin fabric of his shirt, the heat of his body underneath. He’s lean but solid, and when your fingers trace the line of his ribs, he shudders, a low sound rumbling in his chest. It’s intoxicating, the way he reacts to you, like every touch is unraveling him. His lips graze your collarbone, and you tilt your head back, giving him more, wanting more, the world narrowing to the press of his mouth, the slide of his hands.

He shifts, pulling you closer, half-guiding you until you’re nearly in his lap, the awkward angle of the van’s seats forgotten. Your knee brushes the steering wheel, and you both pause, catching your breath, foreheads pressed together again. His hands are everywhere now—one on your hip, steadying you, the other tracing slow, deliberate circles on your lower back, each touch sparking heat that pools low in your stomach.

"Eddie," you say, and it’s not a plea this time but a spark, a challenge, a thousand things wrapped in one word. His eyes snap to yours, and for a second, you see everything—want, fear, something softer you can’t name. Then he kisses you again, slower this time, like he’s savoring it, tongue teasing just enough to make you chase him. It’s deliberate, controlled, but the way his fingers dig into your hip betrays how close he is to losing it.

The van’s windows are fogging up, sealing you in this bubble where nothing else exists. You can feel the tension winding tighter, not just between you but inside you, a pull that’s equal parts thrill and danger. You’re both balancing on that edge again, and this time, you know there’s no going back.

His hand slides higher, just under the edge of your bra, pausing there, brushing the fabric like he’s asking permission without words, and your heart stumbles, anticipation crackling like static. Your breath catches, loud in the quiet, and you arch into him, just enough to answer. His eyes flick to yours, dark and molten, checking one last time, but all he finds is want mirrored back at him. That’s enough.

His touch slides under, slow and deliberate, calloused fingers grazing sensitive skin, and the sensation hits like a shockwave, making you gasp. Eddie’s lips curve against your neck, not quite a smirk but close, like he’s reveling in the way you unravel. "You’re killin’ me," he mutters, voice muffled as he presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, then another, lower, mapping you with a focus that’s almost too much. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the worn fabric of his shirt, anchoring yourself as the world tilts.

You tug at his jacket, impatient, and he helps you shove it off, the leather landing in the back of the van. Without it, he’s all sharp angles and warm skin, and you’re greedy for more, fingers slipping under his shirt to trace the lines of his chest, feeling the quick rise and fall of his breath. He hisses when your nails graze his side, a sound that sends heat curling through you, and retaliates by nipping at your earlobe, just hard enough to make you shiver.

"Careful," he teases, but his voice is wrecked, and the way he’s holding you—hands firm on your hips, pulling you flush against him—says he’s just as lost. You’re straddling him now, the driver’s seat too small for this but neither of you cares. The steering wheel presses into your back, but it’s a distant annoyance compared to the way Eddie’s mouth finds yours again, kissing you like it’s a fight he’s desperate to win. It’s all tongue and heat, messy in the best way, and you can’t get close enough.

Your shirt’s rucked up, his hands roaming free now, exploring every inch he can reach. Each touch feels like a spark, building to something that’s ready to combust. You rock against him, instinctive, and he groans, the sound vibrating through you, raw and unfiltered. His grip tightens, guiding you, and the friction’s enough to make your head spin, a haze of want blurring everything else.

You pull back, just enough to catch his eyes, and the sight of him—lips swollen, hair wild, pupils blown—steals what’s left of your restraint. “Jesus," you breathe, and it’s a spark to dry tinder. His hands slide to your thighs, urging you closer, and the world narrows to this: him, you, the heat between you, and the unspoken promise that neither of you is stopping anytime soon. The van’s a sauna, and every second feels like it’s pulling you deeper into something irreversible, something you’re both chasing with reckless abandon.

Every breath you take laced with the scent of Eddie—sweat, leather, and that faint edge of smoke that clings to him like a second skin. The driver’s seat creaking under the weight of you both, but it’s irrelevant. All you feel is him: the hard press of his chest against yours, the rough slide of his hands as they grip your thighs, anchoring you exactly where he wants you. His shirt’s gone—yanked off in a blur of impatience—and your fingers dig into the bare skin of his shoulders, tracing ink and muscle, feeling him tense under your touch.

His mouth crashes back to yours, hungrier than before, all teeth and tongue, like he’s trying to devour every sound you make. You match him, biting his lower lip just hard enough to draw a low growl from his throat, and the sound sends a bolt of heat straight through you. Your hips roll against him, deliberate now, and the friction—God, the friction—is dizzying, pulling a ragged moan from you that he swallows with a kiss. He’s hard beneath you, unmistakable even through denim, and the way he shifts, just enough to meet your movements, tells you he’s feeling every second of this as intensely as you are.

"Fuck," he breathes, breaking away to rest his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded but burning. His hands slide up, one cupping your face, thumb brushing your cheek, the other slipping under your shirt again, higher this time, deft fingers working the clasp of your bra with a skill that makes your pulse spike. The fabric loosens, and his touch is on you, warm and sure, drawing a gasp that you can’t hold back. He pauses, just for a heartbeat, watching you, like he’s savoring the way you’re coming apart.

"Keep going," you whisper, voice shaky but firm, and that’s all he needs. His lips find your neck again, trailing fire down to your collarbone, then lower, teasing the edge of what’s left of your restraint. Your hands are relentless, one tangled in his hair, pulling just hard enough to make him hiss, the other clawing at his belt buckle, fumbling with the metal in a haze of need. He laughs, rough and breathless, against your skin. "Impatient, huh?" But his hands are just as frantic, helping you, his knuckles brushing your stomach in a way that makes you shudder.

The belt gives, and you feel the shift in him, the way his breath catches, the way his grip tightens like he’s holding onto control by a thread. You rock against him again, harder, and the groan he lets out is raw, unguarded, vibrating through you. It’s too much and not enough, the heat between you building to a breaking point. Your shirt’s half-off now, his hands everywhere, mapping you like he’s staking a claim. Every touch, every kiss, every grind of your hips is a step closer to the edge, and you’re both racing toward it, reckless and unapologetic, the fogged-up van your only witness.

[l0vergirlwrites]

i’m your favourite ; eddie munson

synopsis: eddie’s insecurities always make him question whether or not he really deserves you, but he knows he can count on you to continuously prove him wrong.

warnings: mentions of insecurities in terms of looks & relationship dynamics, few swear words, fem!reader in mind, reader has a mom, dad & little sister, established relationship, lil heated moments

note: inspired by role model’s song “scumbag” (if you haven’t listened to his latest album “kansas anymore” go do it!!!)

“i’m a train wreck, i’m a cigarette. i’m the side that no one’s rooting for. but you stand by me.”

“eds? did you hear me?”.

quickly blinking his eyes, eddie took in his surroundings & came back to reality. pressing a faint kiss to your hair, he nodded his head.

you both were having a movie night at his trailer with blankets & popcorn on his couch. you both weren’t super picky, so the random cable channel playing horror movies did the trick.

“sorry—zoned out. what were you saying, baby?” he tried to recover from his mere moment of weakness, his arm tightening around your shoulders to pull you closer to his chest.

“i was just wondering…” you teetered, “would you wanna come over tomorrow?” you nerves were taking over now that his attention was fully on you.

“it’s my little sister’s birthday & my parents are doing a barbecue to celebrate—it’s okay if you don’t wanna come, i get it,” you started to ramble, fiddling with the material of eddie’s shirt you wore.

“i just thought it’d be nice for you to meet my family, y’know? b-but you can totally say no—it’s not a big deal” you assured him, but you secretly hoped he’d say yes.

when eddie didn’t answer immediately, you lifted your head from his chest to get a better view of his face, seeing a look of uncertainty on his features. it made you worry if asking this was too much.

“you want me to your family? a-are you sure?”

nodding your head quick, your hand rose up to rest on his cheek, thumb smoothing over his skin. “i’m sure,” you smiled once you saw eddie’s face soften, his doe eyes twinkling under the living room lamps.

“you’re my favourite person, eddie. plus, my mom has been dying to meet you since our first date” your cheeks felt warm at that little omission, & you could see a pink hue bloom on eddie’s.

pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand, eddie pushed aside his insecurities for a moment. “okay,” he exhaled, “i’d love to come over”.

pushing yourself up on the couch cushions to thank him with a kiss, eddie’s hands tightened on your waist, sighing into your mouth the longer your lips were locked to his.

“by the way,” he pecked the corner of your mouth. “you’re my favourite too”.

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tomorrow had come & eddie was freaking the hell out.

his room had become a larger mess than it usually was, turning into a something that looked like a hurricane with all the clothes thrown everywhere & on everything. all morning, he had tried finding the perfect outfit to wear that would be acceptable in the eyes of your parents, but nothing seemed to work.

so for the last ten minutes, he sat against the edge of his bed with his fingers tangled in his lion’s mane, eyes pinched & breath heavy in frustration.

at least, that was until his landline phone began to ring.

“hello?” he spoke into the mic, voice dropping with defeat.

“eds? what’s wrong?” your voice was concerned, only causing eddie’s breath to hitch.

“nothing baby, it’s all good”.

you scoffed. “sure don’t sound like it”.

rolling his eyes playfully, he fully laid out on his bed, back growing uncomfortable from all the clothes sprawled across it.

“are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or continue to mope about it?” you chided, only making him sigh.

“i have nothing good to wear”. the statement made him seem pathetic in his eyes.

tilting your head (you knew he could tell your movements), you couldn’t help but have a small smirk on your face while you twisted the phone cord between your fingers.

“now i don’t believe that, baby” now you heard him scoff.

“your parents are gonna think i’m a freak—everybody does. i-i can’t help it”. he spoke softer now, insecurities flowing out of him & overtaking his being because he didn’t want to be made a fool out of.

he wouldn’t be able to survive knowing your family doesn’t approve of him.

& your heart drops at the mere thought of it.

“eddie,” you spoke, trying to reel him back in from the negative parts of his mind. “no one is going to think you’re a freak—you’re so much more than that stupid label”.

he continued to stare up at the client as you spoke, his chest growing heavy with anxiety.

“they’re going to love you because you’re kind, have good humour, extremely helpful, caring, handsome,” you could hear him let out a huff at the last word.

“… & because i love you”.

you both haven’t said those three words yet since you started dating a few months ago. so, now was the first time.

“y-you what?”

fear overtook you now, your heartbeat loud in your ears. did i say it too early you thought to yourself.

“i-i love you, eddie. i hope that’s okay” oh shit.

eddie almost dropped the phone from his hand, still somehow in shock that someone like you loved someone like him. he’s been known as trailer trash, a freak, a thrown out cigarette, a scumbag, a stain on the so called beauty of hawkins—he’s been torn down for too long.

but by the grace of god (or some other being or universe or whatever), you saw past all the tarnished scuffs on him.

it’s something he still can’t fully understand.

“eddie, i-i’m sorry if i just fucked everything—“

“i love you too. sorry it took me so long to say it”

his words took you by surprise, & you couldn’t help but laugh happily into the receiver.

“you don’t have to be sorry, you just have to come over & kiss me to seal the deal” you bit your lip at your coyness, hoping it’d be enough for him to pull through.

“i’ll see you in thirty, sweetheart” eddie said before ending the call, leaving you with a fluttering feeling in your chest. your head bumped into your pillow in a lovestruck haze, cheeks hurting from how hard were smiling.

you were so in love with that man.

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you waited at the front door while the party festivities took place in the backyard, hearing your mom yell that the food was almost ready from the back door. you tapped your sandal clad foot eagerly, anxious for when the doorbell would finally ring.

& it hit you like bricks when it chimed in your ears.

your hand (which was slightly clammy from nerves) held the doorknob, twisting it slowly until the door was open & your lovely boy was in view.

he dressed in casual attire consisting of a dark red t-shirt, dark blue jeans, & a new pair of sneakers he got with steve the other day. he still wore his rings & guitar pick necklace, dawning those pearly whites of his with a grin when he saw you.

his hands were full, holding onto things with a claw like grip. in one, he held three small bouquets of flowers from the supermarket & his van keys. the other held a purple gift bag stuffed with white glittery tissue paper, the specks of glitter shining brightly in the mid afternoon sunlight.

“hey, baby” he said with a pep in his step, eying you up & down. you could tell he was still nervous, but he was trying his best to keep cool.

without missing a beat, your hands flew up to his face & you kissed him hard, taking him by surprise on your front door step. but who could blame you for doing such a thing after you both confessed your love over the phone?

“you’re gonna,” *kiss* “make me” *kiss* “drop everything”, he huffed, laughing into your lips when you refused to pull away initially.

“sorry,” you heaved. “just love you so much is all” you grinned harder at eddie’s flushed face.

“lemme put everything down & give you a proper one, yeah?”

you agreed, helping him inside your home for the first time, giving him a quick tour of the main floor as you headed to the kitchen to put the flowers in some water.

“my mom is a gonna get all sappy knowing you got us all flowers—thank you by the way” you pecked his cheek with a pop as you placed the flowers into three different vases.

placing the gift bag on the counter, eddie just shrugged nonchalantly. “well, it’s just what a gentleman does” he said, smirking when you smiled at him.

“yeah,” you made your way over to him, hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, chest pressing into his as his cold ring clad hands held your waist, squeezing it every few seconds.

“you really are the best” you leaned closer to him, lips just about to brush his.

“hmm, is that right?” his breath fanned your face, smelling like spearmint gum.

you could only nod, unable to resist the space anymore until he made the final dip forward, capturing your lips in his for a proper kiss where he could hold you close. it was slow, saying all the things you both wanted to say, while being sweet & soft & rewarding all at the same time.

“i love you” he breathed into your mouth, his thumbs fiddling with the smocked material on the lower back of your dress, being careful not to let them drift too low in case someone in your family caught him—& god forbid it’d be your father.

“i love you too” you murmured, pulling apart to laugh & smile & take all of him in like this.

you took a mental screenshot of him, safely storing it away in your brain’s memory box for later.

“so,” you patted his chest. “ready to meet everyone?” you asked, wiping away some of your lipgloss from his bottom lip while he sweetly tucked some of your hair behind your ear, fingers brushing over your earrings with a smile (because you’re wearing the ones he bought you).

eddie thought you tasted just as sweet as you looked.

“yeah,” he interlocked your fingers with his own, squeezing three times “now i am”.

“i’m a scumbag, i’m a scumbag (but you stand by me)”.

[just-a-pot-of-frogs]

Posting this cuz it’s mid night