Nice & Slow | e.m. x reader

Summary: Late night kisses lead to Eddie worrying about losing you but, come morning, you chase those worries away.

Word Count: 2.1k

Now that the curtains are drawn, the glow of the street lamps just barely break into the bedroom. It’s much darker now. Quieter too. The laughter and chatter that once filled the trailer had left along with the last few guests that disappeared into the night. The sated stillness that found you now had been welcomed with open arms. 

“You’re not cold are you?” The question is murmured into the back of your neck, Eddie’s soft lips against your warm skin as he lays behind you. He must feel the way it makes you shiver because he gives your waist an affectionate squeeze where his hand rests. 

Everything smells like him. The pillowcase, the sheets, the air. 

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

pairing Eddie Munson x Female Reader

summary After stumbling across Eddie’s intimate drawings of you, you’re left reeling, but what unfolds that night is less about the pictures and more about the honesty, trust, and closeness they force to the surface. [contains fluff, artsy eddie who's a little rough around the edges, nude drawings, smut | wc 5.8k]

a/n based on this request by the lovely @valinherfantasyworld

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Under the hum of fluorescent lights, you stand waiting as a small fan rotates to blow air your way. The gas pumps outside had been empty, but the open sign held enough promise for you to mosey on in. With a sigh, you reach out to hit the top of the dainty silver call bell for the second time. The checkout counter is dotted with planetary and extra-terrestrial figurines. Old, peeling stickers are stuck to the wood as well. 

It isn’t lost on you that you could bypass paying for the trail mix and jerky and walk out the door. The intrusive thought comes just as Nelson bursts from the break room with his famously grizzled beard. His shoes squeak against the sticky floor as he hobbles to his place behind the counter with considerable reliance on his scuffed, wooden cane. When he sits on the stool, air expels from the cushion in a low, high-pitched whine. 

I’ve got raging butterflies. seriously g force style—about to descend on a rollercoaster type stomach stuff going on after reading this

Screaming and crying over all this. You GET IT. I always wonder if certain points are gonna land, and it makes me so happy when commentary like this comes along. I was picturing this Eddie in my head like rent was due because I needed his aura to jump through the screen and I HAD to get his tattoos right. Looks like the effort paid off. I'm so glad you liked it and took the time to highlight all these parts. 🤍

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

pairing Eddie Munson x Female Reader

summary After stumbling across Eddie’s intimate drawings of you, you’re left reeling, but what unfolds that night is less about the pictures and more about the honesty, trust, and closeness they force to the surface. [contains fluff, artsy eddie who's a little rough around the edges, nude drawings, smut | wc 5.8k]

a/n based on this request by the lovely @valinherfantasyworld

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Under the hum of fluorescent lights, you stand waiting as a small fan rotates to blow air your way. The gas pumps outside had been empty, but the open sign held enough promise for you to mosey on in. With a sigh, you reach out to hit the top of the dainty silver call bell for the second time. The checkout counter is dotted with planetary and extra-terrestrial figurines. Old, peeling stickers are stuck to the wood as well. 

It isn’t lost on you that you could bypass paying for the trail mix and jerky and walk out the door. The intrusive thought comes just as Nelson bursts from the break room with his famously grizzled beard. His shoes squeak against the sticky floor as he hobbles to his place behind the counter with considerable reliance on his scuffed, wooden cane. When he sits on the stool, air expels from the cushion in a low, high-pitched whine. 

That's it, this is my favorite Eddie fic.

You are so talented that I can't even put into words how much I loved what I just read, you managed to extract such profound things from an ask that I didn't even know how to describe properly, it's like you entered my mind and read my thoughts.

There are so many things that left me speechless.

First of all this involvement with Nelson was simply incredible, it was the spice that was missing in what I imagined

and the work you did describing the drawings is like DAMN fucking incredible, and I won't even mention the description of the tattoos because you got me weak

“Teddy”/“Goose” and the pinky promise 😣😣😣😣💔

“Eddie stills as if turned to alabaster. He looks away from you, but you don’t look away from him as silence permeates the air like a slow rising fog. Color rises in his cheeks, then the tips of his ears. If he doesn’t move, maybe he’ll wake up. Maybe he’ll disappear” bro is terrified 😭

“I’ve never had this, alright?” He makes a weak motion between the two of you. “Someone who makes me feel the way you do.”

You nod for him to continue.

“I think about you all the fucking time.” His voice comes out shy and gruff. “You’re beautiful.”

“So they do mean something.”

“But now you probably just think they’re perverted when it’s not like that at all,” he accuses with a slight waver in his voice. You’ve never seen him quite like this. Frazzled in a raw, open way. “It’s the trust aspect—“ MY FAV ONE cause this is exactly what I think, submission is such a deep thing and requires a lot of trust and has such a big emotional charge, you just understand me so well 🤲🏻💗

“I wanna do life with you.” ugh stop u gonna make me cry

the development of the smut is so good because I can see how Eddie is always holding back and how he lets go a while later, but still manages to take everything calmly because he simply cares so much about reader and wants to make all these new experiences enjoyable for her, and how he feels when he realizes that she also wants to try everything with him 😣💗

Amazing work! I hope I managed to convey how much I loved this and how much I love your writing!! Kisses and see you later cause I have many more thoughts like this 💋

Thank you so so much! Your request was amazing and provided the perfect outline. Currently screaming over all your sweet compliments. I literally posted the fic and briefly ran away from the app because I was nervous, but I'm so glad you liked it. It really does mean a lot, and I'm so grateful for your support 🥺🤍💋

𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

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Somewhere along the line, the days began to blend. They roll in one after another like frames on a long strip of film, each depicting unique moments while bound to a singular, unbroken essence. 

Once upon a time, you went out of your way to ensure spontaneity made its perfect work out of each day so they could all be different from the last.

It was an adolescent act of defiance against mundanity. Against the life sentence of boredom and unimportance, under whose shadow Hawkins resided. “Tomorrow” was always destined to be the best day ever.

Firstly: this was beautiful, both in terms of writing and content 🥰 like being wrapped up in a cosy warm blanket and having my hair stroked while I fall into a blissful state of contentment.

Secondly: how the heck does this not have more notes?! I’m constantly shocked at the amount of wonderful fic that goes seemingly unnoticed on this app. It’s criminal.

Anyway @majestyeverlasting I thought this was fabulous 🤩

- @joejoequinnquinn xox

thank you!! you’re always so nice 🥹🤍

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955

Kim Addonizio, from "Onset"

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

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There always had been something about the night. Something singular about its ability to take the most tightly wound days and coax them undone. Like the silken ribbon of a worn bow that had grown weary of holding its shape.

For quite some time now, your nights have belonged to each other. After years of going to bed alone, even Joel realized how good it felt to end the day next to someone who reminded him just how sweet life could be. 

Everyone's deserving of good company—you’d spoken those words to him in the face of his independence. Thankfully, with time, they’d worked their way into his spirit. Like vines, like air itself. He no longer feels wrong for craving care as tender as yours, even though his hands have made ghosts out of many men. 

Earlier tonight, it was you who came to him. 

reading this was like a 5 course meal at the nicest restaurant. just everything.. him lighting a candle?? the tenderness, the neediness, the reverence. I seldom read a fic where I'm squealing at the simplest of phrases as I read but they carry so much weight - I kinda wish I could wipe this from my mind and re-read it again because it's so divine

Actually crying over this. Thank you so so so much 🤍

the moments in between

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader 

Summary: When Joel and Ellie arrive at the Jackson commune, his strong frame and intense gaze captivate you. But as the days pass, you lose hope that he might be drawn to you as well. That is, until the walls come crashing down and the truth finally reveals itself.

Word Count: 7.3k [slow burn]

A breeze follows Tommy as he saunters in through the doors of the Tipsy Bison, the soft click of his boot heels echoing off the wood with each easy step. The cowboy hat on his head casts a shadow over his eyes until he takes it off, his dark hair cascading down over his ears. There’s a small smile playing on his lips that makes you narrow your eyes.

Cleaning the bartop suddenly loses its appeal, but you don’t stop, only slow down. The fresh, tangy scent of lemongrass continues to waft up from the motion.     

“We close early on Sunday’s, officer,” you tease as he climbs onto a stool. 

He frowns as he sets his hat aside. “I don’t look like a cop, do I?” You shrug, and he chuckles as his gaze roves over to the pool room. “Nate back there? Yo, Nate!” 

｡･ﾟﾟ･ 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂

It's hard to believe this is the second Joel fic I ever wrote—more than a year after my first one, at that. Which doesn't seem right, but the masterlist doesn't lie.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 | 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐥. 𝐕𝐈

[best enjoyed in order, but not required! ♡]

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Eddie’s palms are steady and gentle where they rest on your waist. He runs his thumbs back and forth over the burgundy satin of your dress like you’re something precious. It keeps him grounded. Gold streamers and pastel balloons adorn the expansive gymnasium, and the lights are turned down low. Your own hands rest on his shoulders over the smooth, black fabric of his vest. 

So many students and volunteers are peppered around the space. But in this sliver of time, it feels like you are the only people in the world. The “Total Eclipse of the Heart” chorus swells around you as you sway. Left, right, left, right. 

I really need you tonight

Forever’s gonna start tonight…