ACOTAR Men Fingering Headcanons (Bat Boys + Vanserra Brothers)
18+ mdni
Thank you for the request anon <3 I’ve been meaning to do something for the acotar men for a while now
Rhysand
- Rhysand definitely gets off on giving his partner more pleasure (firm pleasure dom Rhys believer) so fingering is one of his favourite things to do to his partner
- He loves watching you squirm and hearing the sounds you make and of course he doesn't have to look and knows how to find all the right spots
- Firm believer of Rhys being a munch so he would go down on you while fingering you
- Using his fingers to coax more from you, more noise, more arousal, anything the man can get from you he wants
- Holds eye contact the whole time and slows or stops everytime you look away “eyes on me darling”
- I’d say he mainly uses two fingers, pointer and middle
Cassian
- I feel like with Cassian especially if it's your first few times being with him he’d use fingering to prepare you
- Always taking his time to help you relax and get you ready to take him, adding one finger at a time
- Will definitely ignore your pleading, this man will drag it out as long as possible (even if it kills him to hold back) partly wanting to make sure you're fully relaxed and ready because he knows his size is intimidating and partly because it gives him an ego boost to hear you beg for him “I know you need me sweetheart but I don’t want to hurt you, your doing so well for me just a little more” as he adds another finger
- I’d say cassian uses up three fingers, I mean Nesta couldn’t even fit all of him in her mouth so he wants to work you open as much as he can
Azriel
- While Azriel would love giving you pleasure I also feel like he’s a huge tease
-He would sit with you between his legs, his hand between yours teasing you for hours.
- Loves making you whine and beg he’d sit there with you torturing you with one finger until your aching and then finger you but only one until you can’t take it anymore so he’d add another
- Definitely into denial and edging, this man will be bringing you right to the edge with his fingers and denying you just to hear you beg for it “Not yet my love…you’ve got to be good for me and hold it” just to see how loud and messy he can get you
- Would also do it for a similar reason to Cassian, I mean if we’re going off wingspan and Cassian was that big Azriel…yeah I’d be SCARED
- Definitely a middle and ring finger user
Lucien
- The first couple times he does it with you he’s constantly checking on you, asking you what feels good, he wants reassurance and to find what makes your eyes roll
- Something tells me he has really big hands so he’s definitely in there trying to hit those perfect spots
- Feels proud of himself when he finds your favourite spots and is able to make your legs shake from just his fingers “yeah? Right there does that feel good?” as he's making you unable to speak
- Uses pointer and middle finger
Eris
- Would definitely be doing it to prove a point
- His main goal is how good he can make you feel with just his fingers, and for similar reasons to Azriel he’s trying to see how loud or how much of a mess he can make you
- I feel like Eris would be very condescending and taunt you during sex so he does it even more when fingering you like “What was that little fox? Hm? I can’t hear you” as you can’t form words
- Lovessss to overstimulate “oh I know, I know it’s a lot, but you look so beautiful just a few more” but it's never just a few
- Bonus for Eris, though it’s not for everyone do I think Eris would be the type to stick one in the “back” just to get a reaction out you? yes.
- Middle and ring finger user
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Pairing: Rockstar!EddieMunson x Rockstar!Fem!Reader
Content Warning: NSFW 18+ minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it guys!) slight degradation, spanking, edging/denial, slight humiliation?? slightly proofread
Summary: Eddie finally figures out why you've been acting like such a bitch towards him and won't stop until you finally admit it to him (or Eddie fucking you till you admit you're jealous of him getting with other girls (I'm so shit at summaries bye)
A/N: based off of this ask, been meaning to write some rockstar!eddie for a while so I just had to write this, not sure how I feel about it yet, but hope you guys like it!
Also for those asking about the link to the audio mentioned in the original ask here you go: https://soundgasm.net/u/misterblissful/M4F-Its-Not-About-The-Party
(btw I'm making an Eddie Munson taglist so if you're interested just lmk AND TYSM FOR 1K+ FOLLOWERS WHAT?!)
As always, likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3
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You had just finished your third encore, the crowd chanting and cheering as you made your way off stage, the rest of the band following, all of you high off that post show buzz. The boys are still shouting and laughing behind you as you head backstage, exhausted after putting on one of your best performances yet.
Opening the door that had a “Corroded Coffin” sign stuck to it, you’re met with a room filled with a handful of girls, all clad in leather and red lipstick, girls that you noticed the boys had been eyeing up all night, especially Eddie. It was routine for him to pick his favourites and invite them backstage after the show, new girls every night so he could let out some of that adrenaline.
The girls stare as the rest of the band follow you inside, each of you taking a seat on the beaten up leather couches that were scattered around the room. Eddie sits facing you, already pulling one of the girls into his lap as she congratulates him on such a good show, practically shoving her tits in his face. You fight not to roll your eyes as he thanks her, he really couldn’t care less about what she had to say, cutting off her rambling by shoving his tongue down her throat, she wasn’t gonna protest.
“Definitely one of our best, the crowd was insane!” Gareth says, lighting up a post show joint, taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch, one of the girls making their way over to him.
You think about biting your tongue, but when the girl practically started moaning as Eddie groped her, you couldn’t help yourself. “Hmm I don’t know…” you sigh, chipping away at your nail polish.
Eddie pulls away from the girl, snapping his head in your direction “Here she goes, what now?”
You hear Gareth and Jeff groan, they knew what was about to happen, it always did after a show. “I don’t know, just think you sounded a bit…pitchy is all” you lie. Eddie played and sang perfectly tonight, you all did, but you knew that commenting on his performance would get under his skin, it always did, maybe even bruise his ego a little.
He laughs, no humour behind it “pitchy?”
“Yeah, pitchy” you glare at him “Sounded like you were dying on the fifth song, just saying…”
“Yeah? Well you were out of tune the whole night, don’t see me commenting on that or the fact you weren’t in time with the band for half the songs” he snaps.
“Me? Your the one who fucked up your solo and-”
“Right, guys can we not do this tonight? Heads fucking killing me” Gareth groans, sinking further into is seat.
“No, no, if she has something to say she can say it!” Eddie says, pushing the girl off his lap, she huffs, sulking in her seat, shooting daggers at you for interfering with her fun.
“Well all I’m saying is it can’t be that hard to sing a few songs” you roll your eyes at him and he scoffs.
“And all I’m saying is, is it that fucking hard to not be a bitch after every show!” He starts raising his voice.
“I’m a bitch? Well you’re a shit singer and a dick, I was only giving you constructive criticism” you shout right back, getting up to leave.
“I’ll give you constructive criticism-” he stands with you and Jeff grabs him.
“Sit down! The both of you need to chill out” he said, sounding exasperated. You and Eddie stare at each other, blood boiling, looking ready to tear one another apart any second now.
“What is your fucking deal?” Eddie spat, getting in your face this time.
“My deal? My deal is you don’t care about this band or putting on a good show, all you care about getting your dick wet and fucking whores after shows!” You spat right back at him, you weren’t afraid to fight.
Eddie said nothing, but it was like a lightbulb went off in his mind as he stared down at you, his gaze darkening. Jeff urged you back into your seats, Eddie still watching you intently. “Now can I trust you not to rip each other’s throats out while I go call Steph?” Jeff asks, standing between the two, scolding you like children.
The silence was a good enough answer as he disappeared out back to call his girlfriend. You sat back in your seat, lighting up a cigarette, puffing on it angrily, the only thing filling the quiet was the music playing over the staticy speakers and the sound of Eddie’s lips smacking against the girl's neck.
You couldn’t help but spare a glance at them. She was straddling his lap at this point, his hands gripping at her waist as he attacked her neck. He makes eye contact with you as he slides his hand up her skirt. You swallow hard, tearing your eyes away, if you didn’t leave now he’d probably fuck her in front of you too.
“I’m going to the bathroom” you announce bluntly, not caring if anyone acknowledged as you stubbed out your cigarette and left. You couldn’t stand to sit there and watch Eddie be with that girl, it was the same every night, girls, girls, girls. He clearly couldn’t get enough of them and most of the time you had no other choice to watch.
You walk down the corridor, earning a few compliments on your performance from the stage crew on your way. You head into the small bathroom and lock the door. The fluorescent lights flickered above you as you took in your reflection. Hair a bit dishevelled and eyeliner smudged after hours of performing, you sigh, doing your best to fix it.
Checking the time, it was still quite early considering it was a show night, but maybe you should just head back to the hotel? There wasn’t much to do here, you could maybe head out to the bar for a few hours, find yourself someone for the night, but you didn’t feel like it.
You were raking your fingers through your hair, trying to tame it in some way when there was banging on the door “Occupied!” you called, hoping whoever it was would leave. They banged again, harder this time “Hey I said-”
“It’s me” Eddie’s voice came from the other side.
“So? I’m busy, go away” you ignore him, going back to fixing your lipstick.
“Just open the fucking door” he snaps, jiggling he handle.
You sigh, turning the lock and swinging the door open “What?” He doesn’t give you a second to move before he’s pushing his way inside, almost knocking you over. “Jesus- let me out first!” You shove him, but he locks the door behind himself and blocks you from leaving.
“Let me out you creep!” You push him again but he wouldn’t budge.
“No.” He says, crossing his arms.
“No?” You scoff at him “Eddie get the fuck out of my way.”
“No, not until you admit you’re jealous.”
You look at him, confused “jealous?”
“That’s right” he stands up straighter.
“Why would I be jealous?” You mirror his stance, keeping up your act.
“I don’t know” he takes a step towards you “I think you’re jealous of me fucking other girls, think you want me all to yourself.”
You step back, though there wasn’t much more you could move, your back hitting the sink “Please..” you sneer, diverting your eyes to the tiled floor.
“No need to beg for it sweetheart” he takes another step closer, placing his arms on either side of the sink, caging you in as he towered over you.
You could feel his smokey breath on your neck as he leaned down “Just admit it and I’ll let you go.”
You took a deep breath, bringing yourself to look up at him, the way he was looking at you, it took everything not to give up your act. “I’m. Not. Jealous.”
He laughs “fine, don’t want to admit it?” he grabs your waist and forces you to turn around.
“Eddie what the-“ he gripped your chin, making you meet his gaze in the mirror.
“Sooner you admit it, sooner you can go” he says, moving your hair out of the way, watching your reflection as he lowers his mouth to your neck. Before you can object, even if you didn’t want to, you feel his teeth grazing over your sensitive skin, tugging it between his lips and soothing his tongue over each bite.
You hold back from letting any sounds escape, you weren’t giving into him that easily, even if it did feel great. You watch as his hand loosens its grip on your chin, sliding over the expanse of your throat, down to your chest, cupping at your tits through the thin fabric of your tight dress.
A small sound bubbles in your throat as he pinches your nipples and sucks on that sweet spot behind your ear, you feel him smirk against your skin. “What was that?” he mutters, breath tickling your neck.
He lets his free hand wander down over your chest and stomach, to the hem of your dress, lifting it up round your waist. You feel his fingers press on the damp fabric of your underwear, dragging them up over your clit.
You bite back a moan, eyes fluttering shut. He pulls away, landing a hard smack to your ass causing you to hiss and buckle forward. You glare at his reflection.
“Want you to watch yourself while I fuck you” he says, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and dragging them down your legs till they fall around your ankles.
He stared down at your bare cunt, knocking your legs wider so he could spread you open. He makes eye contact with you as he glides his fingers through your slick “this for me?”
“A-as if” you say, a little breathless, he smiles.
He starts to undo his belt and jeans, you listen to the clinking as he pulls them down his thighs, taking out his cock and stroking himself “See what you do to me? I can admit I want to fuck you, it’s not hard.”
“I don’t want to fuck you” you say through gritted teeth, feeling his hand run through your folds.
“No? Then why aren’t you stopping me?” He pushes you forward, forcing you to lean on your elbows as he positions himself behind you. “I think this is what you wanted all along, isn't it. Want me to fuck the truth out of you?”
Your silence is all the answer he needs. He grabs your hips, letting a glob of his spit drop onto your folds, grabbing himself by the base to slide his head through it.
You whine, grip tightening on the porcelain, his smug smile only grows as he pushes the tip of his cock into you. You couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped you as you felt him stretching you out, your eyes screwing shut.
He stops, landing another smack to your ass “hey, told you I wanted to you watch” his voice stern.
You force yourself to look at him again as he pushes the rest of his length into you, making you feel impossibly full. “Now I’ll give you one more chance to confess.”
You stare at his reflection, you hated that he was right, but you weren’t letting him win this time. Admitting to Eddie that the reason you’d been a bitch to him was just because you wanted to fuck him, he’d never let you live it down. “I’m not jealous.”
“Fine” he sighs, pulling all the way before slamming right back into you. You practically squeal, rushing to cover your mouth with the palm of your hand. Eddie tsks, grabbing both of your wrists and holding your arms behind your back with one hand.
“Want you to hear how pathetic you sound when I’m fucking you on my cock” he grunts, starting his fast pace, using his grip on your wrists as leverage. You could do nothing but fall into submission, the feeling of him so deep inside, dragging over all those perfect spots, it made you a mess in seconds.
You watch the two of you in the mirror, Eddie has his lip tucked between his teeth, watching himself fuck into, while you unravel beneath him. “Poor things pulling me in, been neglected for so long hasn’t she” he face pouts at your reflection, you can do nothing but whimper in response, the room filling with the wet sounds of your slick.
Your whole body was on fire, your arms beginning to ache as he pinned them back. “Fuck- you feel fucking amazing, better than all my whores huh?” he taunts, watching you try so hard to keep your eyes on him. “Bet you knew you were better, bet that's why you were jealous, jealous that they had all my attention and not you?”
You weren’t giving in. He let go of your wrists, bringing up one of your knees to rest against the sink, hitting you at a new angle that drove you crazy. Pleasure shot through your core, building fast, you collapsed onto the counter, forehead resting against the cool porcelain. Another hard slap to your ass had you rocking back into him.
“Thought I told you to watch? Pick your head up” he orders, but you can’t, you were so close already, you’d felt like you lost control over your body.
“I- I can’t” you pant, huffing in defeat, gripping onto the sink so hard your knuckles turned white.
He laced his fingers through your hair, tugging on it harshly, the burn making you moan “Got to do everything for you huh? You that fucking dumb?” you shake your head in response.
“P-please Eddie- I’m-” you couldn’t finish a sentence, your head was spinning, the knot in your stomach tightening.
“Please what? You gonna cum?” he asks, reaching around you to rub your clit.
“Fuck! Please Eddie, please” you beg, feeling yourself approaching the edge of your release.
“No, not until you admit you wanted this, that you’re oh fuck- not until you admit you’re jealous” he brings you right to the edge, losing it when he feels your walls tightening around him “Don’t you fucking dare cum.”
Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks from the intensity of it all “P-please I need to-”
“All you gotta do is admit it, better hurry, so fuckin’ close I’ll cum in you and leave you here to help yourself out” he hisses, he’d been holding off long enough.
You couldn’t hold on any longer, the ache between your legs growing, you needed your release. Swallowing your pride you make eye contact with him “I-’m sorry for being such a- oh shit-”
“Come on you can do it, I’m so close baby come on” Eddie was also losing it, watching you fall apart.
“For being s-such a bitch, I was- I was jealous” you whine, no longer able to keep yourself up.
“Apology accepted” Eddie grips your hips, pounding into you at a brutal pace “You can cum.”
You finally let go of all that tension, crying a mantra of his name as you cum, listening to Eddie curse behind you as he empties his load inside of you. “Jesus- fucking- christ-” He pumps into you a few more times, making sure you took every last drop.
You lay resting against the sink, breathing uneven and legs weak. You feel Eddie pull out, fixing your underwear in place to keep his release inside of you, pulling your dress back down. “Got anything to say about that performance?” he teases, soothing a hand over your back, you groan in response, he laughs.
“Maybe next time you can be a big girl and come tell me what you want from me instead of being such a brat about it.”
so i listened to an... um audio last night and it was about the listener being jealous of the man in the audio throwing parties and making out with girls but she didn't wanna openly say she was jealous so he 🤭 her until she admitted it
so now i'm just imagining musician!reader getting jealous of eddie's groupies and eddie not understanding why she's always so pissy after gigs and eventually he realizes it only happens after he's been around groupies and he f*cks her senseless until she admits that she's jealous and wants to be the only person he f*cks like that 😵💫😵💫
- @hornyhornyhimbos 🖤✨️
Stop Rockstar!Eddie is my weakness
When he finds out why you’ve been acting like such a bitch towards him, why you only pick on him after shows and criticise his performance. So he’d end up doing things like making out with random groupies in front of you just to see your reaction.
Then he’d confront you about it, cornering you in the bathroom and when you don’t admit that you’re jealous, he’d bend you over the sink and fuck you senseless, forcing you to watch the two of you in the mirror and not letting you cum until you admit to him that you’re jealous and how bad you wanted him-
I’ve been meaning to write rockstar!eddie for a while, definitely turning this into a full fic tomorrow, starting it rn…..🤭
I’ve read so much eddie stuff but fuck boy eddie is by far my fav, your amazing!! Hope your doing well :)
Hii, sorry I’m only seeing this now (tumblr doesn’t let me know when I get new asks idk why) but thank you sm love!!! I’m doing a lot better now and hope to get back to posting full fics again soon <333
TW Mentions of Child Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Minor Sexual Content. But PLEASE read if you can.
The more I think about it, the sicker I feel that there were people in my DMs that think it's okay to write about Eddie Munson molesting a 4 year old. Not just think it's okay but actively, publicly liking that kind of content.
I reported and blocked the post and the blog owner from every blog I own but something still wasn't sitting right with me. The original post is gone but the blog is still there.
I didn't give the url in my previous post because this person is a minor and I didn't want them to be harassed, no matter how vile and disgusting their content is. But upon seeing that there was more disgusting content from this user, in my quest to block every single person that's interacted with them, I've reconsidered.
I still don't condone the harassment of another user. But I strongly encourage everyone that is able to report their (ickybatz) posts and blog. I see that they've said they "don't condone the sexualization of a minor" but in openly imagining the reader in the fic to be SEVEN TO EIGHT YEARS OLD and encouraging the people interacting with the post to imagine her as ANY AGE they are doing just that.
I vomited in my mouth a little at the "twins fr" comment. Just to be clear, incase you haven't been following. THE COMMENTS BELOW ARE DISCUSSING THE READER IN A SMUT FICTION TO BE SIX TO EIGHT YEARS OLD. They aren't making cute lil jokes.
This person is posting their content on the "ickybatz" tumblr.
There are 178 notes on that post! Some of the people in the notes are FOURTY years old. There are Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn blogs in the notes of that post, liking this content. I hope they're fucking ashamed of themselves.
I am actually legitimately sad about some of the people I had to block. I also have no interest in fandom discourse. But protecting children from predators is a hill I'm willing to die on. A hill I am most certainly willing to give up this blog for.
Lastly as this person is a minor and I am an adult that does not interact with minors online, I just wanted to say that their post was sent to me by a concerned friend. I did not seek it out or find it organically by scrolling through their content.
The amount of pedophilia and minor content on here is fucking vile and disturbing. It’s not a joke, it’s not funny and it’s certainly not okay.
Never heard of this blog or any of their content before glad it’s been taken down but crazy that it was even up in the first place and that people LIKED it, and if any of you think that this is okay or interacted with that blog knowing what it was you’re not welcome on my blog, stay far away and get serious fucking help because this is not normal.
Thinking about Eddie finding out you like being choked…(nsfw 18+ under the cut)
You’re laying on your back, legs hiked around Eddie’s waist. He’s on top, sitting back on his knees, vice grip on your thighs using them as leverage to fuck into you.
He’s watching himself disappear into your cunt, trying not to blow his load so soon from feeling you squeeze him just right and listening to all the sweet sounds you were making for him.
You bury you face into the pillows at that familiar tight feeling growing. Eddie was everywhere. The feeling of him being so deep inside of you, hitting all the right spots, being in his bed all you could smell was him, his quiet grunts and moans when he hits you at that perfect angle, all you could think about was Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
“Come on let me see you” he coos, slowing his thrusts, lifting his head to watch you struggle beneath him “you gonna cum baby?”
You turn your head back to face him, he’s smiling down at you, heavy eyed and hair sticking to his face from working up a sweat.
“Please Eddie…” you whine and he starts up again, the sound of skin on skin intensifying.
“Fuck- taking me so well sweetheart, always take me so fucking well” he groans, letting go of one of your legs to let his hand roam your body.
He slides it over the curve of your mound, up over your stomach, goosebumps forming where he went. You reach down and gently grab his wrist, guiding him to where you wanted him most.
He lets you place his hand on the expanse of your throat, pupils blown wide as he looks down at you. He wraps his fingers around your neck, giving it an experimental squeeze, making you moan.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you feel him squeeze again, slightly harder, the cold metal of his rings biting into your skin. It was never hard enough to hurt or cut of your breathing, but it was just what you needed, the pressure on each side of your neck providing that rush of pleasure you’d been looking for.
“Open your eyes” he says, voice straining “You look so pretty when I’m choking you, fucking you so dumb, you can’t even think huh?”
You forced yourself to look up at him, a smug grin on his face, you’d never seen him so turned on. You held his hand in place as he started to go faster, chasing both of your highs.
It didn’t take long, watching you stare up at him with glossy eyes, jaw slack as he pounded into you. He could only hold on a few seconds before he lost it, releasing inside of you, you quickly following.
He collapsed on top of you, loosening his grip, but you whined, keeping him in place, the weight of his hand alone just being enough to make you happy.
He huffs a laugh into your chest “if you want my hand around your throat all you had to do was ask.”
Ohh to be choked out by Eddie, I need his hands around my throat rn *sigh*
Hi all! I can imagine what you are thinking; who is she? I understand, I don't have a lot of followers on here or even mutuals. But since I have read a lot (and I mean a LOT) of Eddie Munson fics, I want to share my favourites of this moment.
Even if I can influence one person with this post, I would be happy. Where to begin, where to begin? I have so many that I absolutely love but I will share some in this post, in no particular order.
DISCLAIMER! This contains 18+, NSFW themes > minors DNI! Also, this is going to be a long read. Enjoy!
Note: I love every single blog on here, especially the ones that I follow. There are a lot of people who are so talented and have a writing gift (please share your talents with me) and I don't want to exclude anyone. If people like this, I will continue creating posts of my favourite fics and recommendations (of that time).
Dividers by @firefly-graphics & @silkholland
1. Title: Twenty-Four Hours
Writer: @ghost-proofbaby
Summary: In which Eddie Munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. What happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty-four hours consecutively together?
Pairing: Modern!college!Eddie Munson x fem!college!reader
Tropes: Enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn
My notes: This series has two of my favourite tropes: enemies to lovers and forced proximity. It is so well written and so much fun to read. Also, starting off with a bet?! One of my favourite things and takes me back to those 90s/00s rom-com vibes.
There is a story behind what happened with Eddie and the reader before, and it is so well-written that it keeps you on your toes while catching a glimpse from time to time of what happened that night they met. I can't wait to discover what happened and why they are the way they are right now.
I just can't get enough of this series and it is so good. It has enough banter, angst and humour. There is one scene in this series where the reader goes through Eddie's.. stuff, that got me giggling and almost cackling while trying to imagine Eddie's reaction. If you wanna find out which scene I'm talking about, you should read this series!
If you like these tropes, this one is for you!
2. Title: To know you're mine
Writer: @blue-mossbird
Summary: Where you and Steve swing with Eddie and Chrissy, and it gets complicated.
CW: for obvious reasons, NSFW > has a lot of smut. Minors DNI! body insecurity, swingers, group sex, dirty talk, emotional hurt/comfort, cheating, angst with a happy ending.
Pairing: Modern!au, Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham x Steve Harrington x you, fem!reader, chubby!reader
My notes: Okay to be completely honest, I had my doubts when I came across this fic and before I started reading it. I am not that keen on the tags swinging and cheating in fics (with main characters). Most of the time, it is just not my cup of tea. But man oh man, when I read this, my doubts were gone, GONE I tell ya.
This is one of the best and most well-written pieces of art I have ever read. It is, obviously, a dirty and fun story. But the aspect of confronting changing feelings for another is written in such a mature way, it really sucked (pun not intended) me into this story.
Also, as someone who is not as skinny but not as chubby, it did make me feel better about myself while reading a reader that has the same insecurities as I have, and actually seeing it written in a story like this makes me feel validated.
If you like romance, angst and a LOT of smut? This one is for you!
3. Title: The "Yes" Policy
Writer: @pinkrelish
Summary: After a lifetime of questionable decisions, you moved from the big city to the sleepy town of Hawkins with your best friend, and took the first job you saw: answering phones for the most boring auto shop in the dullest place on Earth. It wasn't exactly the adventure you wanted it to be... but attempting to win over the jaded mechanic who insisted on ignoring your existence proved entertaining.
CW: It is NSFW since there will be eventual smut. You know the drill > minors DNI! angst, drug/alcohol mention/use, depictions of poverty
Pairing: singledad!mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader.
Tropes: A delicious written slow burn
My notes: Honestly, I cannot get enough of this one. This is my all-time favourite at this moment. The way this is written will make you giggle and blush like a high schooler. I don't think I can put into words how much I love this series.
Every chapter is a long read and every word got me hooked. Anticipating what is coming next. Every word, every action and every thought is so well written that I sometimes forget it is fiction and they don’t exist.
Also, Eddie Munson as a girl dad? Sign me up! The relationship between them, and his daughter with the reader is so adorable it makes my heart hurt. (I just wanted a happy ending for him).
It is also set a little bit later than season 4, it does look back on certain aspects of that season, but you just have to read this to find out!
If you love slow burns and strangers to lovers, this is it for you!
4. Title: Honey, I'm home
Writer: @trashmouth-richie
Summary: You were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.
CW: NSFW, eventual smut > minors DNI! crude behaviour, Eddie is a fucking menace
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Tropes: enemies to lovers
My notes: Okay so enemies to lovers is my favourite trope, and yes I have issues but that's what therapy is for.
I don't know why everyone is writing enemies to lovers!roommate Eddie at this moment but please never stop. I love you. This series has three parts (as of creating this post) and the relationship between these two is so funny but also like, more realistic of some sort? Eddie is a fucking menace indeed but the reader is so stubborn as hell and does not let Eddie walk over her.
The way Eddie is written here made me cackle so hard because this is what I can imagine being roomies with him is like, to be really fucking honest. Anyways, I can't wait to see how this series goes and how the relationship between Eddie and the reader will shift to something more.
If you like enemies to lovers and menace Eddie, this one is for you!
5. Title: Bad Idea
Writer: @lunarzstarz
Summary: Not wanting to leave for college with your virginity still intact. you turn to the last resort that you know can only end terribly...
CW: NSFW > minors DNI! drugs, first times, oral (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, nicknames (princess/sweetheart), Eddie being a goof but also an asshole
Pairing: fuckboy!Eddie Munson x Virgin!fem!reader
My notes: okay listen up, this was so good. Normally, I stay clear of fuckboy!Eddie because I can't handle angst and there is, of course, always angst involved with him.
But this one? My god, I want him. Currently, as I am writing this, Shameless by Camilla Cabello came on and it is so fitting even though I do not know what is coming next. This was a delicious read and I can't wait to find out how Eddie will get his head out of his ass. I'm hoping the reader will have this impact on him that he can't explain and drive him crazy. That's all.
No but in all seriousness, this is also a piece that is so well-written and I can't wait for part two and three!
If you are into fuckboy!Eddie, this one is for you!
6. Title: The customer's always right
Writer: @lovebugism
Summary: Eddie Munson is a virgin and doesn't want anyone to know (because being an adult who's never fucked anyone is a total reputation ruiner). But you, his favorite customer, are more than willing to change that.
CW: Also for obvious reasons, NSFW > minors DNI! Virginity loss, new relationship shenanigans, mentions of previous toxic relationships, angst with a happy ending, canon divergent
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Tropes: friends to lovers
My notes: Okay you can never go wrong with friends to lovers, right? This is a fun and spicy read, with finally a not-so-confident and experienced Eddie regarding sex.
Meanwhile, I am a total sucker (pun definitely intended) for a confident, know it all, sex-god type of Eddie (because who isn't?!), this is a refreshing read. It shows a different side of Eddie. There are probably more virgin!reader x eddie, than the other way around, but I love to read these types of fics.
It is cute and spicy and has the right amount of angst. Like I have mentioned before, I'm usually avoiding angst fics because my heart will ache so bad and I physically can't take it, this contains just the right amount.
If you are also into virgin!eddie, friends to lovers, this one is for you!
7. Title: I want you to want me
Writer: @upsidedownwithsteve
Summary: Basically you go to a summer camp as a camp counselor and meet Eddie. You have one personal rule: no boys.
CW: So fluffy, it is sickening. A few almost kisses. Billy does make an appearance so I think that should be considered a CW?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Trope: strangers to friends to lovers I think
My notes: When I came across this fic, I was already hooked by the fact is like a camp counselor!Eddie AND the first part was already 33K words. (if you haven't noticed, I loved long chapters). It fits the whole vibe with Eddie.
This is just pure fluff, teeth-rotting fluff and I absolutely love it. This is one of the best camp counselor fics I have ever read and it is overall just amazing. There is a part two and baby blurbs available to read too! I read these two back to back and even though it was a long read, it is worth it.
If you like camp counselor Eddie like me, this one is for you!
8. Title: Is it my body, part of the Super Freak series
Writer: @punk-in-docs
Summary: The one where Eddie gives you a ride home after your friend ditched you at a terrible party.
CW: This particular part doesn't have any CWs in particular, just fluff and pining. Some parts are NSFW (minors DNI!) because it contains smut.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
My notes: I am currently rereading this series because this is just amazing. This particular part has my heart. The flirting, the pining, the fluff, it all makes my heart melt.
Overall this series is so much fun to read. It finally has a reader who is not particularly popular but also not a total outcast. It just kind of hangs in between, just like I was in high school. Maybe that is why I love this series. And his nickname for reader is fucking adorable. Please.
Also, the friend of the reader in this series reminds me of my ex-friend who has a similar personality. I don't know why I gave you this information.
With that being said, I'm going to reread this series again and blush at this part.
If you like fluff, goofy Eddie with some smut, this one is for you!
If you made it to the end, congrats! Thank you so much for taking the time to read through a few of my favourite fics at this moment. They are all talented writers and I absolutely love all of their work. If you decide to check these fics out, please also check out the rest of their work! This took way too long to write but I hope you enjoyed it!
Thank you sm for the rec, I’m glad you liked it! I can’t believe my works on here with some of the best writers, you picked some really good ones (twenty-four hours is just *perfection*) <33
Just thinking about being all sleepy and needy in Steve’s lap… (NSFW 18 under the cut)
His fingers deep inside of you drawing out orgasm after orgasm you’d lost count. The movie long forgotten about as he brings you closer to the edge for what felt like the hundredth time. He’s got one arm wrapped around your waist holding your hips in place while his other hand fucks you, head resting against the back of the couch.
It’s all too much but not enough at the same time, your eyes heavy with the sheer exhaustion from the amount of times he’s made you cum, a mess pooling down your thighs onto his sweatpants. Your head laying against in the crook of his neck, pressing the occasional kiss to his skin. He had been going at it for what felt like hours and he showed no sign of stopping anytime soon.
You reach another orgasm, whining into his neck, legs shaky, he just smiles as more of your slick runs out and down his palm as his fingers disappear into you, keeping up his slow relentless pace.
“Please Stevie” you beg, voice barely above a whisper as he nudged against your sensitive clit.
“What is it? You want me to stop?” He’s already slowing down, seeing the tiredness in your eyes, you were on the verge of sleep.
“No! I just- I want more” you rock your hips, grinding against his hardness that had been pressing into your back and he groans.
“I don’t know you seem pretty tired baby” he coos, slipping his fingers out of “think you’ve had enough for tonight.”
“No please, I need you inside of me, please?” you whine at the loss of his touch, reaching for him, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You were tired, but you needed him more than ever right now.
You give him that look that always made him cave, seeing that little pout and watery eyes pleading him. “Okay, c’mere” he gives in, not needing very much persuasion, helping you up to straddle his hips.
He slides his pants down, just enough to free his cock, you could see how much he needed this too, clearly having gotten himself all worked up from playing with you. He holds you in place, gliding his tip through your slick before guiding himself into you.
You felt the stretch you’d been longing for as you fully seated yourself on him, sighing with relief. His hands soothing up and down the curve of you back, you relaxed against him, head resting on his warm chest listening to the beat of his heart.
He starts the slow rock of his hips, your exhaustion taking over you as he lulls you to sleep. He feels you go limp in his arms, continuing with his small thrusts, listening to your breathing turn deep. He looked down at you, eyes shut, lips parted letting out the odd whimper when he hit that particular spot, you looked so peaceful and content. He smiles lovingly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, shutting his own eyes.
I’m so feral for this mannnnn I want him so bad pls leave some Steve/Eddie thoughts in my asks I’m in the mood to write some blurbs
how many times do we feel fuckboy eddie has jacked off thinking about reader
-athens
Maybe slight spoilers for bad idea Pt 2…👀👀 (NFSW 18+)
it’s at least four times a day, he just can’t help himself.
He’d wake up almost every morning rock hard after thinking of you all night, cock all leaky and needing to be touched. He’d take his time thinking about your mouth, how it would feel wrapped around him, choking around the length of him, watching you try your best to swallow everything he gave you.
And when he finally gets to school (always late because of you) sometimes all you’d have to do is look at him a certain way and he’d feel his jeans get tighter, having to hide out in the school bathroom or escape to the back of his van just to relieve himself.
Or when you’d show up to your shared classes the only thing he’s able to focus on is you, spending the whole class, balls aching for release when you’re wearing his favourite shade of gloss on your lips, and those skirts he loves to watch you in, the soft curve of your thighs, imagining what it would be like to spend all night between them all night, making you cum over and over, eliciting the sweetest sounds from you for hours until you can’t take anymore, he’d be the first to leave class just so he can sit in the back of his van and fuck his fist just to be hard again when he sees you passing him in the hallways or at lunch.
Then when it’s night it’s practically routine for him to lay in bed and touch himself because of you. Imagine what you’d look like on top of him, tits bouncing, back arched, mouth open, eyes hooded in a pleasured daze as he fucks up into you. He’d do this until he is exhausted and spent, just to wake up and do it all over again, like he has been for the past few years ever since he first seen you and it only gets worse when he finally does fuck you
I could talk about Fuckboy!Eddie all day this man 🫠 (Thank you for the ask<3)
Chapter 1: Got the News Today, Doctor Said I Had to Stay
Collaboration with the fabulous @corroded-hellfire
Series Summary: Based on the Jonas Brothers song of the same name. You and Eddie share a hospital room in the wake of Hawkins' turmoil, striking up an unlikely friendship that could lead to much more.
Chapter Summary: When you're stuck in the hospital after the Hawkins "earthquake," you're surprised to find comfort in your new roommate, Eddie Munson. But when you find out that your injuries may compromise your dreams, the cheery façade threatens to come crashing down.
Warnings: eventual smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), Eddie survives the Upside Down, hospital, mentions of surgery, controlled use of pain medication
WC: 3.9k
A/N: There will be six chapters to this series, one for each Jonas Brothers album. Try to spot the Easter eggs we've planted throughout!
Divider credit to @firefly-graphics
“I said, get this murderer out of my room!” A shrill voice from across the hall startles you from your sleep. The digital clock on the bedside table reads 7:05, but you can’t be sure if it’s morning or evening. The bright lights of Hawkins General Hospital have your internal clock all jumbled, and the constant barrage of nurses checking on you certainly doesn’t help.
“He should be locked up in prison or rotting on death row, not using precious resources that could be used on law-abiding citizens!” the shrieking woman continues, and you grimace as your head throbs. It seems like the pain never ceases; it only travels around your body. You’ve been here for two days, and you have more questions than answers.
There’s quiet for a few moments before the door to your room swings open and a second bed is being wheeled in, more IV lines hooked up to the poor patient than you’ve got going on. A nurse pulls the curtain separating the two sides of the room before you can get a look at whoever is lying in the bed.
“Well, that was a record,” a male voice says from the other side of the curtain. “How long before that one freaked out? Six minutes?”
No one answers the man, but you can hear nurses and orderlies setting up any equipment the patient would need.
“Don’t blame them,” a woman eventually mumbles, moving a machine over. “Kid killed a cheerleader and then fled the scene. I wouldn’t wanna bunk with him, either.”
A new pair of footsteps joins the crowded room, but this time it’s just your nurse, Mandy, coming in to check on you. She’s a pretty blonde woman, and though she’s usually smiling, her lips are puckered into a pout.
“I know this is far from ideal,” she says softly, checking your vitals and marking notes on her chart, “but we’ll have people in here making sure nothing happens, okay?”
“I think she’s pretty harmless, just loud,” you lightly joke, assuming that Mandy’s referring to the banshee across the hall. “Worst thing she’ll do is trigger a migraine.”
She shakes her head. “No, hon. I’m talking about your, uh, new roommate. Edward Munson.”
Well, that explains the whole murderer outburst. Still, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Eddie? I went to school with him. Guy couldn’t even be bothered to turn in his part of a group project; I highly doubt he could pull off a murder.” You’d think he would have had something done, considering it was his second time taking O’Donnell’s senior English class, but he’d shown up empty-handed, leaving his poor partner scrambling at the last minute.
Mandy nods, looking a little relieved herself. Maybe the thought of her having to be his nurse had been eating at her.
“Is he awake?” you ask. You can only assume he’s not, because the Eddie Munson you remembered would never have been quiet for this long.
“Sleeping,” Mandy says. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
“Um.” You wrinkle up your nose as you think, a sharp pain taking that moment to shoot down your leg. “When can I get some more pain medication? And food?”
Going through the papers in your chart, Mandy’s eyes scan lines of writing until she comes to the answer she needs. “You’ve got about forty-five minutes until I can give you your next dose. Luckily, dinner should be here quicker than that.”
“Okay,” you say with a sigh, sinking back against your pillows.
After another round of pain meds, you’re able to drift off into a light sleep. You don’t have dreams on the medication; you’re simply floating in a haze of pinks and purples. Perhaps the dreamlessness is a good thing, considering the memories buried deep inside your unconscious mind. Your roommate is not so fortunate.
“No! Stop!” Eddie whimpers from the bed next to you, startling you from your sleep. You can see through the translucent curtain that he’s trying to thrash, but his injuries limit his movements. “Henderson, help me! Get me out of here!”
“Hey,” you whisper, but when he cries out again, you raise your voice slightly. “Eddie, wake up!”
“I won’t run away, didn’t run away, gotta save Chrissy,” he mumbles, still trapped in his nightmare. “Don’t let me die. Don’t wan’ die.” The urgency in his tone falters, and you realize that he’s crying.
“Eddie, you’re alive!” you call out to him, wishing you had the strength to walk to him and shake him awake. “You survived the earthquake, okay? But you gotta wake up!”
You watch as he jolts up involuntarily, groaning loudly as pain blooms throughout his torso. “Fuck,” he moans, clutching his ribs with one arm. “Wha—where am I? Oh, shit.” He lays back down as the realization sets in. He tries to choke back a sob, inadvertently sending himself into a coughing fit.
“Here,” you call out to him, grabbing the cup of water on your bedside table. “Can you open the curtain and reach?”
Eddie’s able to yank back the cloth fabric, but neither of you can move close enough for him to grasp onto the cup. The two of you are confined to hospital beds, arms outstretched pathetically just to pass a glass of water. The scene is so absurd that you have to laugh.
“You think—cough—this is—cough—funny?” Eddie asks, but his grin indicates that he also finds it amusing. “I survived the Up—earthquake, and—cough—now I’m gonna die from—cough—lack of water?”
“‘M sorry,” you manage between peals of laughter. “I’m just imagining how ridiculous we’d look to someone passing by.”
Eddie uses his last bit of strength to lunge, finally securing the cup and guzzling down the water. “Thanks, um…” He cranes his neck to see your name written on the whiteboard above your bed. “Oh, shit! Did we go to high school together?”
You nod. “We did. I graduated last year. We had Mrs. O’Donnell’s English class together.”
He wrinkles his nose at the mention of his least favorite teacher. “Ugh, yeah. I mean, not ugh that we had a class together; ugh at O’Donnell,” he blabbers. “And an extra ugh for me having to take that class again this year.”
“I thought a certain metalhead was missing from graduation,” you tease.
“Aw, you noticed?” Eddie’s smirk makes you laugh, the pain meds probably adding to your bubbly mood.
“Well, no one caused a commotion or flipped off old man Higgins, so yeah,” you say. “And there was a distinct lack of Black Sabbath blaring through the parking lot.”
It’s Eddie’s turn to laugh. “Gotta stay inspired, y’know? I don’t want to be one of those musicians who has someone write their shit for them. It makes it less real, or whatever.”
You raise your eyebrows. “You write all of Corroded Coffin’s music?” you ask incredulously.
Eddie nods. “Well, me and the rest of the guys—wait,” he pauses, eyes narrowing with suspicion, “you know the name of my band?”
“Mhm,” you pick at the itchy wool blanket draped over your legs. “You played at the middle school talent show. I was in seventh grade, so you must’ve been in eighth.”
He doesn’t say anything for a bit; he just studies your face until a huge grin forms from cheek to cheek. “You’re the dancer!” he exclaims, snapping his fingers. “You did that routine with the, um, the fancy shoes…”
“Pointe shoes,” you giggle. “Yeah, people weren’t too impressed. Apparently a twelve-year-old flailing on stage to Swan Lake was not the hit I’d thought it’s be.”
“Flailing?” Eddie shakes his head. “Nah, you were amazing. Don’t tell my friends, but I, uh, secretly wanted you to win.”
“Me?!”
“Yeah, you.” He matches your surprised tone, making you laugh again. “I thought it was totally badass, getting up there and doing ballet when all the other girls were jumping around to Blondie.”
“Don’t knock Debbie Harry,” you warn him teasingly, poking your forefinger in his direction. “She is an icon, and you will show her some respect.”
Eddie brings a hand to his heart. “My deepest apologies, to both you and Ms. Harry.” He flashes another sweet smile that could melt an iceberg. “But I really did want you to win. I’ve always rooted for the underdog.”
“Well, I appreciate it.” And you do. It’s nice to know that someone besides your parents believed in you.
“You, uh, you still dance?” Eddie asks abruptly.
“Yup,” you tell him, sitting up a bit straighter. “It’s actually what I go to school for.”
“Good,” Eddie muses, averting his gaze from your side of the room. “You were too talented to give that up.”
You’re about to respond when there’s a knock on the door and you see an orderly walk in with a food tray. You drop your head back on your pillow, humming your happiness. The orderly sets your table within your reach before placing your tray on it. Before the man can even step out the door to grab Eddie’s food, you’re inhaling the soup you’ve been given. You’re distantly aware as Eddie gets his food, but you’re busy trying to figure out what type of soup it is. Is that potato in it?
A groan from the other side of the curtain has you looking in Eddie’s direction as you swallow a mouthful of soup.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
“Nothing,” Eddie says, clearly lying.
“If we’re going to be roommates, we’re going to have to learn to be honest with one another.”
He huffs a laugh as he clangs his silverware together. “S’just that it’s gonna sound ridiculously stupid after what everyone has been through.”
“Humor me,” you say before ladling another spoonful of soup in your mouth.
“Fine,” Eddie says with a sigh. “I got green Jell-O. I hate that shit.”
Your eyes lock on your own Jell-O, bright red where it sits next to your piece of bread and cup of water. “How do you feel about red?”
“Much better,” Eddie says, tearing off a piece of his own bread and shoving it into his mouth.
“Wanna trade?” you offer.
“Y’don’t have to do that,” he says through his full mouth.
“Nah, come on,” you say. “Besides, green’s my favorite color.”
Eddie looks over at you, a skeptical look on his face as he chews. But you pick up your sealed cup of Jell-O and toss it over to him. Smiling, he throws the green in return, which you manage to catch.
“Thanks,” he says. You hum in acknowledgment as you tear off the foil lid.
There’s a beat of silence as you both eat what Hawkins General considers dessert. “I don’t know how you like the green one,” Eddie pipes up.
You shrug. “Jell-O is Jell-O,” you say nonchalantly, taking a big spoonful to emphasize your point.
“Nuh uh,” Eddie shakes his head, wincing at the twinge of pain it causes. “Cherry is the superior flavor, and everyone knows it.” He slurps it obnoxiously, making you roll your eyes.
“Geez, how does Chrissy put up with you?” Your tone is light and joking, so you’re taken aback by the darkness that takes over his face. “What?”
“How do you know about Chrissy?” he asks, voice barely audible.
Your face heats up; you’d forgotten that he didn’t know you’d heard him talking in his sleep. “Um, you said something about saving her when you were having that nightmare,” you admit, softening when you realize how vulnerable he is. “Is she your girlfriend?”
“No, she isn’t—wasn’t,” he amends. “She was the girl who died in my trailer. But I…I didn’t kill her, I swear.” Eddie looks over at you with misty eyes. “I can’t tell you what happened, but you have to believe me.”
You hold his gaze. “I believe you,” you murmur, quiet but assured.
The two of you go back to your food, plastic utensils scraping styrofoam bowls, until Eddie speaks up again. “You…you said I talked about Chrissy in my sleep?”
“Mhm.”
“What else did I say?” He looks ambivalent, like he’s unsure if he wants to know what his subconscious mind churned up.
You think back for a moment. “You asked someone for help, and then you said you didn’t want to, um…you didn’t want to die.” Your eyes flit over to his side of the room, but he’s practically boring a hole in his Jell-O cup with how intently he’s staring at it.
“Did you tell me to wake up? That I survived?” He finally allows himself to make eye contact with you, a trace of a smile dancing on his lips.
“Yeah—I can never remember if you’re supposed to let the nightmare end naturally, but you seemed really upset.” You gnaw on your lower lip anxiously.
Eddie rests his head on the pillow. “God, this is gonna sound corny as hell,” he starts, chuckling to himself, “but when you did that, it was like…I saw brightness, y’know? Not like, Eddie, come into the light,” he drops his voice an octave and wiggles his fingers, making you giggle, “but like the sun was coming out from behind the clouds. Does that make sense?”
You nod, watching him exhale in relief.
“Guess you’re my sunshine then, huh?” He gives you a shy smile that you easily return, trying to push down the spark of electricity that seems to flow between you.
“Hey, how about this?” Eddie asks as he lands on a channel. Your eyes feel like they’re going to roll back in your head when you see a NASCAR race on tiny television.
“Absolutely not,” you answer.
“Aw, come on,” Eddie says, shit-eating grin on his face. “It’s an American pastime.”
“It’s one big left turn, is what it is,” you shout. “Toss me the remote?” Eddie chuckles and goes to throw it your way before you wince and add, “Watch the leg!”
He’s careful to avoid the area as he sends it your way, but his eyes drift down the blanket at the mention of your limb. “Is that why you’re in here?”
“No, I’ve always wanted to vacation here,” you reply, maintaining a deadpan expression.
“I hear the eleventh floor is just wonderful this time of year,” Eddie throws back, feigning a posh British accent. Terribly, you might add. “How bad is it?” he presses, motioning towards your leg.
“Dunno yet,” you answer honestly. “They took some x-rays and did a bunch of scans; now I’m just waiting for the doctor. They’re probably just overwhelmed.”
Eddie nods. “Nothing like a good, old-fashioned earthquake to shake things up.” He raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to react to his pun. Nothing. “Oh, c’mon! That was a good one!”
“You’re a comedic genius, Eddie Munson,” you joke, and he flips you off, nearly snagging the IV tube pinching his skin. “I’m sure everything’s fine. I’ll probably be in a cast for six weeks, maybe have to do some physical therapy. This isn’t my first broken bone.”
“How do you do that?” Eddie muses.
“Do what?”
“Be so…positive,” he explains sheepishly. “I mean, you could be all bitter or anxious, but you’re calm, cool, and collected.” He fiddles with his fingers, frowning as though something is missing. “You really are a ray of sunshine, huh?”
“That’s me.” Truthfully, you’re worried that this could be more than just a run-of-the-mill break, but you don’t let that fear seep through. Instead, you aim the remote at the tiny TV in the corner of the room, settling on a soap opera rerun. It’s not what you’d usually watch, but you’re determined to get your revenge for his NASCAR escapades earlier.
To your chagrin, Eddie’s enthralled with the on-screen drama. “Oh, shit!” He rubs his hands together. “Is this the one where Shelby sleeps with Theo and his identical twin brother, Mark?” He chuckles at the bemused look on your face. “I got hooked on this show when I was home with the flu last year,” he confesses, though he doesn’t look the least bit ashamed.
“Eddie Munson, secret soap opera aficionado?” You waggle your eyebrows. “Scandalous. What will your fans think?”
“I am what I am, Sunshine.” He sits up a little straighter as a woman with big hair and even bigger breasts shoves ultrasound photos at an impossibly handsome man. “No fuckin’ way!” Eddie gasps. “She’s knocked up!”
“How did you not see that coming? It’s like the oldest trick in the book!” you ask incredulously. “Now she has to figure out which brother is the dad.”
Eddie’s beautiful brown eyes widen in shock. “But they’re identical! How’s she gonna do that?”
“Guess you’ll just have to watch and find out!” you chirp, giggling as he lets out an impatient sigh.
“Mr. Munson?” a nurse calls from the doorway, pushing an empty wheelchair. “We’re ready to run your tests. Just have to transfer you to the chair.” She pats the back of it, trying to keep some level of professionalism, but you can tell that she’s nervous being around an alleged murderer. She holds out her hand to help Eddie out of bed, and he shoots you a tight grin.
“I’m goin’ commando under here, Sunshine,” he warns you. “Look away. This show ain’t free.”
You cover your eyes dramatically as he plops into the chair, grunting and groaning the whole way down. “Is it safe?”
“You’re good,” Eddie reassures you as the nurse starts to wheel him out of the room. “Hey, let me know who the father is when I get back. My money’s on Theo.”
You narrow your eyes. “How much money?”
“Hmm,” Eddie taps his chin with his forefinger, pretending to be deep in thought. “It won’t be as much as usual, since I already bought a beach house and a Jaguar this year…$3,000 sound good?”
You give him a little salute, turning your attention back to the show. Settling in against the pillows, you get immersed in the show yourself, rooting for some characters, and wanting some to get stabbed in the backs like they deserve. Just as it comes back to Shelby’s storyline, your doctor walks in, a tight smile on his lips.
“What’s the news, Dr. Sanoj?”
“Well,” he says, looking down at the chart in his hands. “Like we suspected, it’s your femur. It was crushed pretty badly. It’s going to need a few pins in it, which will require some surgery.”
Letting a deep sigh fall from your lips, you nod your head. “Okay. Was kind of expecting that.”
“Now, we won’t know for sure until we get in there and take a look at things, but there’s a chance you’ll need a mobility aid to help you get around.”
“What do you mean?” you ask, brows pinching in confusion. “Like crutches?”
“Crutches are one type of aid, yes. But they range in variety. It’s things like wheelchairs, walkers, canes. But this will be a better discussion for once we see how the surgery turns out,” Dr. Sanoj says.
“Would I need to use one forever?” The sympathetic look that softens your doctor’s face lets you know he heard the trepidation in your voice. “Will I be able to dance again?”
“Like I said,” Dr. Sanoj says, “this discussion is best for once the surgery is done.”
You nod your head, knowing you probably won’t be able to get any further information on the subject out of him. “When will I have the surgery?”
“Scheduling is going to work that out and they should let you know by the end of the day. You can expect to be here the days following the surgery, but you shouldn’t be cooped up in these hospital walls for too much longer. You’ll get there, you’ll see. One day at a time.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
A funk has taken over you once Dr. Sanoj leaves the room. A mobility aid? Could you dance with one of those? Surgery and recovery you planned on, but the goal was always to get you back in the dance studio, and needing a device to help you simply get around was not what you had been expecting.
Allowing yourself to stew in your own self pity for a few moments, you realize you’ve missed the big reveal on which brother is the father of Shelby’s baby. You’ll have to tell Eddie that. Explain the doctor came in and you were talking to him. But, you think to yourself, Eddie doesn’t need to know just what rough shape your leg is in. He calls you his sunshine, doesn’t he? That would just bring some gray clouds that he did not need in his life. He’s got a lot going on and is going to need to keep his spirits up. That’ll be easier for you to do if you pretend like everything is rainbows and lollipops.
The door opens and Eddie is wheeled back inside, groaning in pain as he holds a hand over his ribs.
“Right here with the pain medicine,” Nurse Mandy says, stepping in behind him.
“Oh, please be mine,” Eddie says, watching the bundle in Mandy’s hands like a hawk. “Sorry roomie, I think I need it more than you do right now.”
“S’all yours,” you tell him.
Mandy sets a bag of IV fluid up as the transporter helps Eddie get back in bed. His face is pale, and you’ve learned that comes when agonizing pain is ripping through you.
“Okay, Mr. Munson. Should start hitting you at any minute now,” Mandy says.
“Thanks,” Eddie says, letting his eyes drift closed. He stays that way after both the nurse and the transporter leave the room. You think he’s fallen asleep until he speaks again. “So, which brother was it?”
“Ah, sorry, Eddie,” you say. “Doc came in and I was talking with him, so I think I missed it.”
“Good news?” Eddie’s opened his eyes and turns his head to look at you, genuine concern written across his face.
For a moment, you contemplate spilling everything: the surgery, the mobility aid, the possibility of never dancing again. But you shove it deep down, determined to keep your cheery disposition that he so desperately needs. “Y-Yeah, everything’s looking ship-shape.” Ship-shape? You’re a terrible liar, but Eddie doesn’t seem to notice.
“Thas’ good shit.” From the dreamy quality his voice is taking in, you can tell the pain meds are starting to take effect.
“How’re you feeling?” you ask.
“Sore as hell from how they had to maneuver me for x-rays. But I feel the medicine kicking in.” A smile comes to his face and you can tell the giddiness of the high is hitting him. “Time for me to fly.”
You giggle and turn your attention back to the television. A game show is on now, so you snuggle in to play along. The contestant is getting an obvious puzzle wrong and it makes you roll your eyes. You’re about to say something to Eddie about it, but then his soft snores reach your ears. Turning your head to look at him, you notice how peaceful he looks. All you can do is pray he stays that way and isn’t plagued by any other nightmares.
Sunshine, he calls you. It’s the nicest nickname you’ve ever been given. You’re hoping you can keep that bright and optimistic attitude up enough to help him out when the clouds come rolling in. It’s not a one-way street, though. Eddie is going to be your light, your breath of fresh air, your optimism. You just don’t know it yet.
Thank you all sm for the love on Bad Idea I promise I’m trying my best to finish part two as quickly as I can so I don’t keep y’all waiting and still make it a good as I can so I don’t disappoint, ily you guys <333
Welcome to another spotlight post! This community has been having a lot of saddened authors, some being mistreated by their audiences, a majority (if not all), whose work suffers heavily by the lack of reblogs/feedback. And this hurts me deeply, because I know how it feels, but I also know that everyone deserves a chance to shine, and so I’ve decided to do this small feature every week, in hopes that we can get some people and their work circulating? Each Friday night I will feature a different author/fic, as well as publishing suggestions you are welcomed to send for us all to check out (in my inbox). Much love, y’all! ❤️
Fic of the week:
Bad Idea by @lunarzstarz
I think I fell into an unconscious state while I was reading this. Somewhere where I was floating, because it was just too damned good. I’m a sucker for this kind of Eddie, and the trope was delicious! Recommend highly!
Author of the week:
@eddiemunsonspantschain
I’ve just started reading their stuff and I’m really enjoying it! I think you all will too, so please go give them a read or a thousand!
And that concludes this weeks’ edition of my Friday spotlight! I will have new authors and fics every week (as I said), so be on the lookout! Send in your suggestions! And show these authors some love! 💘
baratheonpilled
discoholicmusic
tangentwithtanner
kaledo-art
prguitarman
snowghoul
andulkaphoto
