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「 jealousy, jealously 」

eddie munson x henderson!fem reader

summary: you were a part of hellfire long before your brother and his friends got to high school, yet they fit right into the club while you get pushed aside. 

requested: no

word count: 6.4k

warnings: light angst, jealousy, brief arguing/raised voices, lots of fluff, kissing, fake gagging, few curse words

a/n: i apparently can’t write short fics for eddie, but i don’t think anyone is complaining about it. plus, i think the fics are freaking adorable & i’m highkey kinda proud of them. so i hope you continue enjoying them, as i’ve got plenty of ideas for him with more coming daily. if you’ve got an idea you’d like done (for eddie or any other st character) feel free to send it my way & i’ll give it a go. also, i couldn’t think of a better title than this, but the actual fic has no purposeful inpsiration from the olivia rodrigo song. i hope you enjoy it regardless! Xx

You groan as you see your brother and his friends make their way through the cafeteria towards you. Knowing it was their first day of high school, you had no doubt they’d try to sit with you. It’s not that you don’t want them to, but you’re terrified that they’ll embarrass you in front of your long-standing crush and dungeon master.

It had been a few months into your freshman year of high school when the small group of friends you’d found yourself in started ranting about how weird and creepy the Hellfire club - and their leader, Eddie Munson - was. You didn’t quite hold the same opinions, though, since you’d been playing the game for a few years by then. In fact, you had only recently given it up when the friend you played with moved towns.

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I'll write so many fix-it fics we'll even forget he's... yknow.

Thoughts…spoilers for ST 4’Vol 2

I know we’re all in a state of shock right now but as Eddie and Joseph fans can we please try to keep these fandoms alive? Eddie is one of the best fictional characters I’ve ever watched and Joseph deserves all the recognition in the world. I just don’t want to see these fandoms die off.

I have mixed feelings about the idea of Eddie playing my favorite song bc it's How I Could Just Kill a Man by Rage Against The Machine, like I feel like that's too on the nose for this whole situation, it fucking slaps tho! Also Eddie would've LOVED Rage Against The Machine but they didn't form until 1991 so now I'm sad bc he never got to hear them ☹️

Hi Anon! Sorry that it took me awhile to respond.

I had never heard of this song before you mentioned it, so I thought 'hey I should check out the recommendation asap' and let me say this, Eddie really would've loved the song and the group! I really like the song too but I actually want my fic to be as time accurate as it can be. I hope you get that <3 But thank you so much for sharing this lovely song with us!!

Do you guys have any song recommendations for my current series? What do you guys think should be the readers' favorite song? Lemme know by sending asks!

oh, this is bad, this is so bad. this is such a lazy, bad writing. killing yet another new character just because you are scared to touch the main cast, the boring, repetitive thing the duffers do aside, so what you are telling me is that the only possible ending for an outcast, a guy who takes a bunch of the same outcasts under his wing, who was hunted down for something he didn’t do – the only way to end his story is him sacrificing himself? for what? what kind of crimes did he commit that he has to atone and die? he ran away? oh, what an unspeakable sin! not to mention the amount of cliches they used, the ridiculous inner monologue on how he’s not actually a hero eddie was having right before he decided to run back to… i don’t even know what the purpose of that was. it was bad, it was unnecessary and it was cheap. i bawled my eyes out and i’m over crying about it - right now i’m furious. i’m mad because he didn’t even get to clear his name. even after his death he’s getting disrespected, his pictures mocked, he’s still blamed for something he. didn’t. do. nobody but dustin mourns him, nobody but his uncle cares and searches for him and honestly bless this man, he’s representing all of us. i’m so mad because no one but dustin remembers him. the rest of their squad doesn’t even mention his name! this is ridiculous, how could they not talk about him afterwards? it’s like he wasn’t there with them the entire time, like he didn’t just fucking die? what the hell is this reaction? or better yet the lack of it? so. fucking. cheap.

The Wall

♫- adieu mon homme by pomme

| angst | 967 words | season 1 

jon snow x reader

summary:  your lover needs to go to the wall to join the night’s watch and you have to say goodbye to each other. 

a/n: if you don’t know french, I recommend you to look up for the lyrics of the song because I am pretty sure that it is written for jon snow. anyways enjoy my first fanfiction! ♡ 

dt: @tacheriepelagie​

                  you were talking with robb in his chambers when you heard a knock at the door. you rushed to open the door, expecting it to be jon. and you were right about it, it was your lover. he was all you ever wanted in a man; kind, caring, intelligent and   …handsome. you couldn’t think of being without him in this cruel world that you were all living in. you loved him despite everything .

                   you comforted him most of the nights because he was receiving a lot of hate from his step-mother for being a bastard. it was not his fault but yet he was suffering because of his father’s decision. it was catelyn stark’s fault too, you thought. and hell, you hated it. you hated the thought of him getting hurt at his step-mother’s worthless words. he was finding love and peace in your touch. the kind that he should have received from his mother. But you two were in love and nothing could’ve come in between you two, right?

                 ‘(y/n), i’ve been lookin’ for you everywhere. i was worried that you were hiding from me.’ he said with a sadness in his eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows at his expression, not knowing the meaning behind them.

                 ‘why would i be hiding from you, jon?’ you asked with curiosity while putting your hands on his chest, to be closer to him. ‘i actually came here, hoping you to be here.’

                 ‘i thought you heard the news.’ he placed his hands on top of yours and sighed.

                 ‘what news?’ you asked, a glimpse of innocence in your eyes.

                 ‘gods…’ he shout his eyes close and gave a little squeeze to your hands before abandoning them. ‘i should leave you two alone.’ said robb while closing the door behind him.

                   ‘i… , i wanted to be the one to tell you, that …i need to leave tomorrow with uncle benjen to go to the wall.’

                 ‘for what?’ you said, couldn’t believe the words that just come out of his mouth.

                   your lips started to tremble at the thought.

                 ‘to join the night’s watch?’ you mumbled as if saying it louder would have made it more real than you wanted it to be. he nodded, looking in your eyes deeply with the same look when he entered the chambers. you knew it was hurting him too as much as it did to you, if not more.

                  you felt your legs couldn’t carry you anymore, so you held onto jon.

                   you were holding him so tight that you never wanted him to go away, that you wanted this all to be a nightmare. jon held you in his arms for a while, not wanting to leave you. those seconds felt like years in your lover’s arms.

                 ‘(y/n), don’t do this, please.’

                he looked at you with his brown, loving eyes. it was hurting him to see you this way. But at that moment, he was looking for validation to kiss you one last time.  he was eager of your lips, of your taste of apple, cherry and lilacs. you loved those scents; a different yet a beautiful mix.  

                 you were so eager for him too, knowing that this will be your last time, was too much to handle. you just wanted to be in his arms forever, not caring about anything. you knew that probably his step-mother wanted him to go there, to spend his time until his last days on the north of the winterfell without contacting anyone, without fathering no child, without having you. you hated everything in that moment, you thought. but at least you had a chance to say goodbye to jon snow, to the one that you will never forget. the one that you’ll search for in other men.

                and with that, you crashed your lips to his. at first you were too hungry, too desperate for each other. it was rough and wild. your eyes were both closed, because you wanted to remember every single part of it in the future. but still, not knowing how to forget this tragic moment.

                later on, it became soft and deep. you both wanted to take things slow at one point. he was so sweet and gentle, trying to not hurt you. he felt like if he acts rough, you will crumble into pieces and start to fade away. he never wanted to lose you. but he had to. there was a difference between them and he hoped that you would understand how hard it is for him too -but you already knew it.

                then, he paused to take a look at you one last time before he went to his chambers to pack his stuff. but you weren’t ready for him to go yet.

               ‘please jon.’ you said while being unable to open your eyes for a few moments as if opening them would change the cruel reality.

              but... he was already gone, not wanting it to be more painful than it already is. you felt tears falling down your cheeks but you knew how much he loved you and he knew how much you loved him. it was the only thing that you were able to hold on to at that moment.

               but your last kiss was very meaningful and it was telling that;

                           ‘this was a goodbye, not a farewell my love.’

This is going to be my motivation for this year (which is my senior year.) I'm going to graduate for Eddie and never look back.

Feel like pure shit I just want him back

Ma’am.. might I say how EXCITED I am for this story??? The progression? The backstory?? The development of the relationships???? *chefs kiss* 🤌🤌💕💕 the talent is simply astounding

You can't imagine how happy you've just made me.

I'm so grateful for every one of you guys' feedbacks and this one!! This one just made my whole YEAR hahaha ♡

Thank you so much for your kind words and I hope you have the loveliest day. I appreciate it so much, it motivates me to keep going.

Joseph “Don’t Be Suspicious” Quinn

want him so bad.

Oh my 🫣🥵 Irma you've done it again, this was amazing!!

Wake Me Gently

Eddie Munson x fem!reader // 18 + minors dni

Summary: comming up on the anniversity of Hawkins' earthwake, Eddie notices a new twitch that's been troubling you in your sleep. One morning he calms you down by waking you up with kisses that soon turn into something more. ////This is a request from the lovely @eddington-munson but I accidentally hit 'delete' instead of 'post' like a jackass just when I was about to post it directly as a reply to your ask. The prompt was: unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping + sleepy kisses. Thank you for requesting, Tori!! words: 1k // CW: PIV sex, unprotected sex, morning sex, a little bit of angst but lots and lots of fluff. ST4 VOL 2 SPOILERS. fix-it fic. PS. if anybody gets the references of the place where they move and who these new metalhead friends are, I'll be delighted to know!

This is a new quirk he’s noticed. 

It started after…well, after the great cataclysm. 

After you’d emerged from the Upside-Down, rushed Eddie to the hospital along with Dustin and remained glued to his side until he’d been cleaned up and bandaged. 

When all was tranquil two days after, you were able to rest your eyes and feel safe enough on Eddie’s chest to finally doze off into a deep sleep in the hospital bed. 

Eddie had remained wide awake though – he’d just slayn hundreds of demobats yet he couldn’t kill those war flashbacks and the moments where he’d looked at the grim reaper right in the eye. It hadn’t been as badass of a sight as his favorite albums painted it out to be. He had been scared, like he never had in his life. 

Amidst that mental dialogue, he had noticed you whimpering in his embrace. Your arms shot out of the blanket, hands itching to grasp onto something as your entire body shook and your hushed whimpers turned into pained moans.  

He had tightened his hold around you, gently nuzzling your head to try and calm you down, but your arms outstretched more urgently and it wasn’t until he interlocked his fingers with yours that you were finally able to wind down slowly, with your breath coming back to normal and your body relaxing against his once more. 

After that, you hadn’t waited long to flee from Hawkins, leaving it as a figment of the past to start anew. 

You moved to Aurora, Illinois and were living in a tiny department in a decent neighborhood. Life was slow paced and step by step you nurtured your tiny square of a home into the cozy space you deserved after everything you’d been through together. You even lived in the same lane where this group of fellow metalheads broadcasted their own TV show from home, which you quickly befriended and with whom you went out to shows at The Gasworks bar.  

Recently though, Eddie had begun to notice that late at night, like clockwork, you started to whimper like you had all those nights ago at the hospital. 

One time you’d been laying face to face in bed and you’d accidentally slapped him in the forehead trying to seek for his hand; he’d quietly chuckled and captured your twitchy fingers in his until you calmed down. 

You did this sporadically, but Eddie never once complained about being woken up. He held you closer each time, holding your hand in a tight grip until the frown on your face smoothed out.

He reasoned that maybe you’d started doing this because the anniversary of the event was creeping up.

Settling you down at night tugged at the strings of his heart with equal parts of endearment for how you sought for him in sleep but also guilt for having put you through such distress. After all, you had gone out to search for him the very moment he had been declared a suspect of Chrissy Cunningham's murder and afterwards you followed him along to Hell itself just to make sure he made it out alive. You’re his hero. 

In tune with his poderning, you start to quiver in his arms, weakly at first before your arms are clawing at the sheets seeking Eddie’s form. He was spooning you from behind so he envelopes his arm around your middle, slots his face in the crook of your neck and blankets his front to your back before grabbing your hand. 

Outside, the sun is rising and timidly peering through the curtains, sweeping away the blue hues of the night with beams of white sunshine that turn everything softer. 

You shiver, instinctively squeezing Eddie’s hand in yours, making him shush you, murmur sweet nothings against your forehead. 

“I’m here, baby…I’m here…we’re safe…” 

His gentle words serve as a lifeline as you come back to the waking world and realize there are no monsters around you, no more darkness nor streaks of blood-red lightning. 

You relax with a feeble moan before Eddie turns you over in his arms so you’ll wake up to the shield of his chest in front of your face. 

His heart swoons over the sight that greets him: your sleepy eyes slowly blinking awake – once, then twice – before you nuzzle your head against Eddie’s front once more to try to sneak in five more minutes of sleep.  

Because Eddie’s such a little shit he won’t let you go that easily, pressing smooches along the crown of your head, your forehead and temples until he’s kissing away the sleep from your eyelids before going down to your scrunched nose. 

Now that you’re awake you’ll have to put up with his affection  – he doesn’t make the rules. 

“Eddie!” You push him by the chest but he takes advantage of you breaking into a fit of giggles to swallow the sound with his own lips despite your complaints. “Morning breath…” you sigh against his mouth. 

“So?” Eddie couldn’t give a single fuck about that  – he’s sure you’ve stuck with him through worse, like when you’ve had quickies in dirty bathrooms right after his shows when he’s all showered in sweat, when you kiss him after he’s been chain smoking out of nervousness, or when you stuck with him while he was on the run, hiding at Reefer Rick’s without a proper shower for days.

He licks into your mouth and merely rests his lips against it, not really doing much other than lightly pressing them to yours, exchanging breath and drinking in your quiet moans as if they were his first sip of freshly brewed coffee in the morning. 

You wrap yourself around him, clinging to his shoulder blades that protrude from his old Megadeth tee he uses as pajamas. He usually sleeps shirtless unless the crisp air from the last bit of winter likes to linger on some nights.

The rest of his body begins to wake as you languidly rub yourself against him to seek his warmth, hiking up a leg on the small of his back which he firmly grasps so you’ll remain pressed to him while he continues to kiss you tenderly. 

It’s a Sunday morning and there’s nowhere else to be; it’s a morning faraway from the urgency of last year’s peril and Eddie takes advantage of the kind of leisure you have been granted where once he thought he wouldn’t survive the year of 1986. 

The hand that had been supporting your leg moves over to your lower back, adding more pressure to his rutting against your core while he kisses you. 

“Eddie…” you whine against his mouth, lips joined only by a frail string of saliva. 

“Let go, baby, I’m here…we’re safe,” He whispers, more out of reassurance for the both of you rather than seduction. It’s a gentle kind of mood this morning. 

You free his erection from his boxers and slowly glide his silky head all over your wet folds, eliciting a deep groan right out of Eddie’s chest before he joins your hand where it’s wrapped around the base and guides his cock, inch by tantalizing inch inside you until he bottoms out.  

He doesn’t move immediately – seeks your lips again, serenely switching between exploring the inside of your mouth with his tongue and nibbling your bottom lip before sucking on it, hissing each time he feels a contraction of your walls squeezing his cock, enveloped by your heat. 

It’s when he feels you scratching the nape of his neck and entangling your fingers amidst his heap of frizzy curls that he starts to move his hips, planting one foot on the bed to keep his thrusts in a slow, deliberate pace. 

The time you spend interlocked with one another seems endless; all else dims except for your hushed moans and sighs, the wet sounds of your tongues as they trace each other’s lips, as you bite and suck on the sides of your necks and earlobes, as well as the juices that Eddie pumps right out of you, dripping down your thighs each time the head of his cock grazes your g-spot and the subtle slaps of skin against skin as he rams into you. 

He can hear the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his ears which compels him to augment the speed of his thrusts just enough to feed that fuzzy feeling that’s overflowing from deep within his core and extending all over his skin leaving behind goosebumps.

He’s moaning and moaning and moaning your name, the faster he goes, and now he’s the one that needs your hand for support.

He grabs it and pins you down on your back to plunge himself all the more deeper without breaking his steady pace. 

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…” you quietly chant, over and over against his lips. One hand you squeeze, soothing his knuckles, while the other travels down to rub your clit in wide, urgent circles. 

“I got you (Y/N). You’re safe, let go…cum with me…” 

“I know you do, Eddie, I know…ohh…” 

You both cum with a shared grunt against each other’s mouths; it’s one of those prolonged orgasms that start as a tiny flicker that pulses and pulses and pulses in crescendo until you’re sent out of orbit, suspended in a sea of stars and never ending pleasure. 

You’re pulling yourselves closer to one another to ride that lightning and hold on until the thrumming within you starts to recede. 

Eddie grins on your lips, making both of you chuckle in a sleepy daze.

He doesn’t pull out of you for a long while, cradling your face in his hands to kiss you with more determination now that you’re fully awake. 

“I’m here,”  He reaffirms, staring intently at you with all the conviction he can express through his big doe eyes. “We’re safe.”

“I know, Eddie,” you nod and give him one last peck on the lips, placing your palms atop his hands where they lay against your cheeks. "We're finally safe."