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whiskeybeforesunset · 2 years

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A kiss, perhaps? | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1048

Synopsis: As of late, Reader has been “forgetting” things after Hellfire meetings to have some extra time with Eddie.

Warnings: Fluff but a little steamy, unnecessarily detailed description of D&D, Eddie’s a bit out of character, kissings, janitor cock block, no smut, reader is shorter than Eddie, very very small reference to Eddie being a sadist (blink and you’ll miss it)

Author’s Notes: This is actually my first fic so please feel free to message me with any critics or suggestions you may have <3

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“YEEESS!” Dustin screeches into your ear as the final battle of the final battle of the campaign closes with a victory. You silently wonder whether or not you will suffer permanent hearing loss. The freshmen members of Hellfire are easy to love, but their level of enthusiasm can be… challenging at some times.

Once Eddie finishes the epilogue, The Party begins packing up. Dice are returned to their bags and character sheets are slipped into binders for a final time. As the Dungeon Master, Eddie always takes the longest which means he’s usually left alone for a few minutes in the dimly lit room Hellfire plays in. Recently however, this has not been the case.

“Oh, damn.” You say, stopping abruptly past the set of doors leading out of Hawkins High.

“Let me guess,” Mike says in an annoyed tone. “You forgot something again?” Whether said tone was due to his character dying in the final battle or that this was your fifth week in a row ‘forgetting something,’ who’s to say?

“You guys go on without me, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You respond as you walk back into the school. The motion sensor lights flicker back on revealing dingy linoleum tile and beat up yellow lockers. You’ve always found being in the school this late at night to be eerie. Something about the normally packed halls being empty is so… off putting.

When you re-enter the classroom, Eddie is leaning over the table organizing some papers. You nearly laugh at the way his hair cloaks his face and possessions on the table. He wouldn’t even need a DM screen if he kept this posture throughout the session.

“I think I forgot my bag in here,” you announce with a confused look on your face that was almost convincing. You fake search for your bag in a cabinet near the door.

“Mmhm, the one over your shoulder?” With his remark, you stop your pretend search to gasp and act shocked by the location of your bag. Walking around the table, you dramatically throw it onto one of the chairs.

Eddie looks up from his papers. “Y’know, they're gonna catch onto that eventually. There’s only so many times you can forget something before it becomes unconvincing.” He says, as he also walks along the border of the table, meeting you halfway.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you say coyly, briefly staring at his lips before looking back up at his deep brown eyes. “I am simply an incredibly forgetful person.” Taking the hint, Eddie circles his arm around your waist and pulls you in. He hovers his lips above yours, but right as you lean in to join them…

“Hell of a way to end a campaign, right?” He says leaning back with a poorly concealed grin on his face. You contemplate leaving the room entirely, you came in here to make out and all the man wants is for you to praise his campaigns.

“Ehh, it was alright.” You watch his grin fall slightly, before he rebuild his cocky facade as he rebuttals:

“You're just mad I didn’t let you use Harm to its full extent against the undead.”

“I could have saved Mike’s PC!” You exclaim. “The poor boy is heartbroken. Besides, I thought you might be a little more generous to your significant other but clearly I was wrong.” You cross your arms and turn away as though you are genuinely upset. However, you're the best Roleplayer in Hellfire club, so Eddie knows better than to take you seriously.

He steps forward and hugs you from behind. Turning his head toward your ear, he says “I’m sorry baby, how can I make it up to you?” in a soft voice. You turn in his arms and pretend to contemplate what he could possibly do.

“A kiss, perhaps?” You say, looking up at him.

“Well,” he pauses to consider your offer. “For the horrendous crime of being a good DM, I suppose a kiss is a simple punishment to carry out.” Eddie finishes dramatically. Your face scrunches up as you go to scold him for implying that a kiss with you would be an unpleasant thing to undergo, but before you can get anything out he captures your lips.

This isn’t the first time you kissed, far from it. Regardless, the man before you has a way of making everything seem magical, maybe it’s all that Tolkien he reads. One of his hands slowly moves from your lower back to cup the side of your face. His thumb keeps a consistent motion against your cheek as your lips shift against his. Your hands intertwine behind his head, lightly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He discreetly turns the both of you around before taking two steps forward. Resulting in you somewhat awkwardly running into the table and knocking over some miniatures Eddie used for the final battle. However, the battle map and any chance of damaging it had been long forgotten.

You slide onto the table and Eddie settles between your legs. He leans over you as his hand on your back snakes under your shirt, pressing into your bare skin to bring your bodies impossibly closer. He lightly swipes his tongue against your lips, silently asking for permission he already knows he has. At the same time, his hand curls to bring his nails to your back. You moan at this new sensation, allowing him to explore past your flushed lips.

Suddenly there’s a loud smack outside the door. Worried you’ve been caught, you separate from each other. When it becomes apparent the noise was a janitor dropping his mop, you both sigh and wait silently for the sound of the bucket and the man's footsteps to become more distant.

“Well,” you say, clearing your throat. Eddie and you laugh for a moment before you start helping him to get the rest of his stuff packed away.

“Can I, uh, drive you back home.” Eddie offers when you both finally gather your bags and begin the walk out to the parking lot.

“Sure, but only if I get to play my music.” You respond.

“Oh GOD, NO!” Eddie says as the doors to Hawkins High close behind you.

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fr3akizoid · 2 years

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pairing eddie munson x goblincore!reader

warnings one mention of reader being fem (use of the word maiden) but overall gender inclusive, animal bones.

word count 305

eddie is a little scared when he walks in your room to see a bunch of animals bones, accompanied by moss and rocks, in little domes. but after you explain the idea a bit he digs it, very metal, as he'd say. he loves the mythological and folklore side of it all. marvels in the way you jump in joy when you find out theres fairies and goblins in d&d.

he tries to grab the pretty rocks that decorate your room, but you stop him, explaining that your geodes and several other crystals have the same value to you as his guitar has to him. he begrudgingly accepts this, but pouts for awhile afterwards. only stopping when you promised to find him his own.

loves asking you about all the little nick knacks you found just to hear you squeal about how cute they are. is fully on board for walks in the woods and searching for shiny things.

will smile dreamily at you as you ramble about animals and nature. tries to be nice and catch you a frog because he knows your obsessed with them, but regrets it as soon as you tear up, "he must be so scared, what if he has a family!" :( tries to comfort you as you walk back to the pond with him to let it go.

finds the weird way you sit and crouch adorable, calls you his feral maiden/goblin <3

insists you sleep over at his house. he says its because he knows wayne wouldn't mind you staying over while your parents might not approve, which you know is bullshit because they let you collect bones. the real reason? he actually can't sleep because the cat skull in your room scares the shit out of him and he swears on his life its watching him.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x nb!reader #eddie munson x nonbinary reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

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canislupus-exe · 2 years

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Hours on the Clock | eddie munson

>>gif credit to @/veivir-morte<<

SPOILER FREE

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | (Henderson) they/them (she ver.)(he ver.)

requested | @/theimaginationgotmegood on tumblr

warnings | mild angst with a happy ending

word count | 3,075

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Could I request a Henderson reader x Eddie or Steve imagine where they help him study/apply for something cuz Dustin begged them to and the reader has pretty tensed neck/shoulders and eddie massages it for them. After that they become friends and he keeps on easing their pain, like whenever they are together (cuz they're the kid‘s ride) and it‘s just become normal for everyone. But the reader understands a joke from him wrong and becomes insecure, pushes him away until he confronts them and then just fluff maybe? This would be amazing!

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You hummed along to the radio playing faintly in the background. Your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for your little brother and his friends. You couldn't even remember the number of times you told him not to mess around after class so you weren’t waiting in the heat, but every day, without fail, you left long after the final bell rang.

Today was one of those days. Most cars had left the lot and you were stuck there, leaning against the door with only your music to signify how much time had passed. The first side of your cassette had played through and you were halfway through the second. You were gonna rip him a new one.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, you could see your little brother rushing out of the front doors with his best friends in tow. You crossed your arms and glared at him, making sure he knew you were pissed. He grimaced once he was close enough.

“Sorry sorry sorry! I know we’re late but it was an emergency!” He pleaded his case. You rolled your eyes and opened the door, getting in and swapping out the cassette so you didn’t have to do it while you were driving.

“Get in before I leave all of you to take the bus home.” You said. The three teenage boys scrambled to get in the car, Dustin taking shotgun while Mike and Lucas got in the back. Once everyone was buckled in, you started the engine and pulled out of the school's parking lot.

“So please enlighten me on what was so important that you had me waiting out here for…” You paused to check your watch. “47 minutes.”

“We were talking with Eddie about the hellfire club,” Dustin replied. You raised your eyebrows.

“I thought hellfire was on Fridays.” You said. Dustin sighed and dropped his head against the headrest.

“Yeah well, there might not be any hellfire if Eddie doesn’t bring up his English grade. The stupid principal is threatening to shut down the whole club if he doesn’t get his act together.” Dustin said. You could hear how upset he was by the influx of his words. You frowned, knowing how much this club meant to him.

“(Y/n), aren’t you in English honors?” Mike asked. Your eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror so you could see his face.

“Yes?” You questioned. Dustin looked over his shoulder at Mike and then back at you.

“And you tutor on the side for money!” He exclaimed. You sighed, seeing exactly where he was going with this.

“I tutor freshmen on the side for money so they're better prepared for their classes, not seniors who flunked two years in a row.” You replied. Lucas laughed.

“They’ve got you there Dustin.”

“I don’t know why you’re laughing Lucas. We’re all screwed if Eddie isn’t at a D by the end of the month.” He said, whipping his head to glare at his friend, but he quickly turned back to you.

“(Y/n), please. I’ll do anything. Consider all your chores for the next month done, alright?” He pleaded. You raised your eyebrows and glanced at him from the side of your eyes.

“Seriously? It’s that important that I tutor this guy?” You ask. Dustin nodded feverishly.

“Yes.” He deadpanned. You sighed.

“Alright. I’ll fit him into my schedule. But you better hold up your end of the deal.” You said as you flicked his hat downward. He smiled.

“I will, I promise. And thank you.”

>><<

You sighed and checked your watch, wondering how long you’d have to wait out here for the door to be opened. You lift your fist, knuckles centimeters away, ready to knock for the fourth time when it swings open. You backed up, slightly startled from how quickly it happened.

“Your Henderson’s sibling, right?”A man with long hair asked. Eddie Munson. You’d seen him around school but never opted to talk to him.

“In the flesh.” You replied. He stepped out of the frame so you could walk in, to which you hesitantly did so.

“We can sit here. Thought it’d be less awkward than sitting on my bed.” He said with a laugh. You nodded and did as he told you, opening your backpack and gathering all the materials you needed. He pulled the second chair out and leaned his elbow on the table, watching your every move. You glanced up at him tentatively.

“Um… Dustin tells me your failing-“

“Horribly. Crashing and burning in fact. Which is where you come in Henderson-“

“(Y/n). My name is (Y/n).” You reply. He smiles.

“(Y/n) Henderson. Pleasure. As I was saying, I’m in dire need of assistance. In fact, the hellfire club depends on it.”

“Way to put the pressure on.” You said sarcastically as you stretched out your arms and rolled your head. You groaned and gently massaged your neck, looking down at the sheets of paper spread out on the table. You sighed and shuffled through them, finding it hard to concentrate with the horrid knot in your muscles.

“Something wrong?” Eddie asked. You looked up at him and gave a halfhearted laugh.

“Yeah sorry. It’s… It’s nothing.” You reply, waving him off. You doubted he wanted to listen to you talk about your problems.

“No no please, enlighten me. I mean, we’re going to be spending a lot of time together so we might as well share our deepest darkest secrets.” He said as he leaned his chin on the palm of his hand. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the way he spoke. It was odd but… charming.

“Well, it’s certainly no deep dark secret. I’ve just been really tense lately. Dustin and his friends all rely on me for rides everywhere. And I mean everywhere. I drop them all off at their houses after school, I take them to the arcade, I drive them all to each other’s houses. I’m basically a professional chauffeur getting paid in annoyance by my brother. Don’t get me wrong, I love Dustin but I spend way too much time with him. Hell, I’ve never even picked up the DnD handbook and I probably know enough to DM a campaign on my own.” Once you started talking everything just seemed to pour out. You had no idea how badly you needed to get this off your chest.

“And how does that make you feel?” He said, staring at you intently, which only made you laugh harder.

“Oh come on. I pour my heart out to you and you say that. What a dick.” You reply. He smiles.

“You’re right, I do apologize my liege. However could a mere court jester such as myself make it up to the likes of you?” He asked. You snickered, but soon after felt another twinge of pain shoot down your neck and across your shoulders. You groaned again, pressing your fingers into the places it felt the tightest.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a masseuse as well as a jester, would you?” You asked, running with whatever bit he had going. He shrugged.

“I dabble.” He replied. You raised your eyebrows and looked up at him.

“You’re serious?”

“These fingers aren’t just good for playing guitar you know. Let me give it a shot.” He said, wiggling his fingers at you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair.

“I-I mean if you want to give it a go, by all means.” You replied. You couldn’t help but ask yourself how you managed to get here.

He seemed to gladly take the invitation, standing up from his chair and walking behind you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing his palms into your tensed muscles. He repeated the motions several times before moving on to your neck. His fingertips were calloused from what you could only assume was years of playing guitar, but still shocking gentle. And even more shockingly, they were relaxing you. He was working through all the knots with such care that you felt like you were melting into his hands.

He continued to massage you for a few more minutes, alternating between your shoulders and your neck until all your pain was gone. You hadn’t felt this relaxed in… God you couldn’t even remember. He finished with a gentle pat on your back, taking his seat across from you once again.

“Better?” He asked. You chuckled before sitting up straight.

“Um… Yeah actually. A-A lot better. I wasn’t expecting that.” You replied with a laugh. He places his hand over his heart, feigning offense.

“Such little faith in me.” He said with a smile. You shook your head.

“We’ve already burned through a quarter of our time together and I haven’t even started explaining anything. You’re a bad influence, Eddie Munson.” You said.

“In the flesh.”

>><<

You had been tutoring Eddie every weekday for the past two weeks, and his performance in class seemed to improve drastically. He asked to keep having sessions with you despite this, wanting to prepare as much as he could for the test that would be a significant chunk of his grade. You agreed, on the condition that he would continue giving you those massages.

And yes, you knew how weird it seemed, but you had been in such a better mood ever since Eddie started getting rid of your pain. So much so that Dustin confronted you, saying that you’d been acting weird and “goo-goo eyes over Eddie”. What did that twerp know anyways?

You knocked on the trailer door, wringing your hands over the strap of your bag in nervous anticipation. Why were you nervous? You’d spent so much time with him that you’d think you would’ve gotten over that by now. But this time around, the nervousness was different. Not like the first day when you were nervous because you were in a guy’s house who you never talked to before and was rumored to do dodgy shit, but a kind that made your heart thump loudly and your stomach do summersaults faster than a gymnast trying to show off. The kind that made you come up with weird analogies such as that one.

“(Y/n), you’re early,” Eddie said as he opened the door to let you inside. You smiled and took your bag off, setting it where you normally did.

“Yeah, one of my regulars canceled cause he was sick so you get me for a little longer today.” You replied.

“Sick with a fever or sick of you? Cause depending on which we may have something in common.” He said with a laugh. You frowned and looked at your feet. Did he really just say that he was sick of you? You pushed around a piece of carpet with the toe of your shoe, too embarrassed to look up, but in doing so you missed a key component of his joke. He took a swig of cough syrup, considering he’d been battling off a cold for the better half of a couple of days.

You sat at the small table for two in the living room area of his trailer, keeping your eyes glued downward. You heard a shuffle of feet and the movement of the chair as Eddie sat down across from you. He placed a cup of orange juice down before raising his eyebrows.

“Earth to (Y/n)? You didn’t check out on me did you?” He asked. You quickly glanced up before nodding. You didn’t know how you were going to salvage this.

“Oh yeah. I just remembered I was supposed to take Dustin out tonight though. A sibling bonding thing our mom is making us do.” You said, grabbing your bag from the floor. Eddie raised his eyebrows, taken aback by your sudden declaration. You began to walk toward his door to let yourself out.

“O-oh, really? Alright. Yeah, no worries. I’ll see you tomorrow though, right?” He asked. You paused, a twinge of pain plucking your heartstrings. Why did he want to see you if he was so sick of you? But you didn’t have the guts to confront him.

“Y-Yeah… tomorrow.” You replied, walking out the door as soon as the words fell from your mouth. Eddie watched you get in your car and drive off. He always watched you leave, but this time it was different. It felt different. And maybe that different feeling was the reason that tomorrow never came.

Sure, the sun rose, the way it always does for tomorrow, but not for the tomorrow that he was supposed to see you. That day, 6:00 rolled around and you weren’t there, you weren’t rushing in late at 6:15, and you never called to cancel at 6:30. By 7:00 he was dialing Henderson’s number himself, because at 6:45 he’d convinced himself something terrible happened to you.

Your mom answered and apparently, you weren’t tutoring anyone anymore. Which was fine, he just thought you’d gotten close enough to tell him that yourself. When he asked to talk to you, she said you were busy showering. He leaned his head back and sighed in relief. The confirmation that you were safe was all he needed to be at ease.

“Okay, thank you, Ms. Henderson. Can you tell them to call me when they’re out? I have something important to tell them.” He asked. She said she’d relay the message to you and that was that. 8:00. 9:00. 10:00. 11:00. 12:00. And by 1:00 in the morning, he fell asleep by the phone, waiting on that call back that also never came.

Eddie found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. He knew you were okay. He knew that for whatever reason you told your mom to lie about your tutoring. He knew you were avoiding him on purpose. The one thing he didn’t know, was why.

Everything was fine one day and then totally fucked the next. He’d found himself falling for Henderson’s older sibling and then suddenly you hate his guts? I mean, what were the odds of that happening?

He couldn’t take it anymore. It had only been a week without you and he was going stir crazy. Even if you told him you wanted him dead, he had to hear it for himself. No more listening to his thoughts running a mile a minute, coming up with the most outlandish reasons for your distance. He was going to get to the bottom of it and he wasn’t gonna give you the chance to use a lousy excuse like showering to get out of it.

He ducked behind the lockers, leaning against the wall that was ever so conveniently adjacent to the dark room. You passed it every day on your way to English, and he was going to have that conversation with you if it killed him.

Finally, he heard your voice, dropping things off at your locker and chatting with your friends. They went their separate ways to their respective classes and he heard the clang of the door. You were walking his way. He checked to make sure the coast was clear (his reputation was already bad, no need to make it worse) and once he deemed that it was, he grabbed your wrist to pull you into the dark room.

“What the fuck!?” You shouted.

“Shhh! It’s just me!” He replied. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Eddie? W-What are you doing? And where’s the damn light?” You asked, fumbling around the wall to search for a switch.

“No no no! Don’t do that! If you turn on the lights you’ll fuck up the photos and then the whole news club will kick my ass.” He whisper shouted. You laughed quietly at this, to which he sighed in response.

“You know I’ve missed that laugh.” He said. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment, glad it was shrouded by the darkness.

“Why have you been avoiding me (Y/n)?” He asked, his voice softer than you were used to. You frowned and looked at your feet.

“Last time I went to your house you said you were sick of me so I just… I didn’t think you’d care if I stopped showing up.” You replied, crossing your arms as if to shield yourself from whatever he was going to say.

“What? Sick of you? Why would I ever say that?”

“When I told you that my 5:00 canceled cause he was sick you said he was sick of me and that you had it in common with him! And don’t tell me I’m making anything up cause I remember it clear as day. I cried about it for hours when I got home.”

“Woah woah woah, slow down. I remember that too. But that wasn’t the full joke. I said ‘sick with a fever or sick of you? Cause depending on which we might have something in common.’” He replied. You rolled your eyes.

“Exactly.”

“(Y/n), I was also battling a fever. I drank medicine right after I said that to show you I was feeling sick. I’ve been coughing like crazy. Can’t you hear it in my raspy ass voice?” He asked with a laugh. You paused for a second, thinking over the sound of his voice and what he’d just said. Did you ignore him all week over a misunderstood joke?

“You were really sick?” You asked, almost too scared to hear the answer.

“Yes! You can even ask my uncle. I could never get sick of you. Shit, seeing you every day was the first thing I’ve ever looked forward to more than Hellfire days or Corroded Coffin performances.” He replied. You felt your heart start to thump faster once again.

“W-wait seriously? That’s so corny.” You said. You couldn’t see it, but Eddie’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

“You’re the one who cried all night cause you thought I said I was sick of you!” He retorted. You laughed before wrapping your arms around him, which he was taken aback by.

“I’ll never ignore you again Eddie Munson.” You said. He smiled down at you fondly, despite knowing you couldn’t see him. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned his chin on your head.

“You better keep that promise, (Y/n) Henderson.”

And you did.

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strangerficsforeddie · 2 years

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Rebuilding a Shire: Part 6: Eddie x Reader

Yo, I know this shit is still on the school stuff, but I promise there will be DND and Demogorgons soon. Just gotta give you guys some context and world-building so you dont say I can’t write LOL

You were excited to go to the band, of course, but there were a few things you had to do before going to see an attractive stoner play an instrument. It really didn’t matter what instrument because a part of you knew that there was a chance Eddie could make any instrument look cute… wait, sorry? Backtracking, Did you just call him an attractive stoner? 15 minutes ago you were thinking he was an asshole for leaving you with the Principal and now he's an attractive stoner? Hmmm… interesting… Not as interesting as the bong you packed in your backpack. Quickly you walk to the sink nearest to the stall you just exited and fill your ‘vase’ with water before making eye contact with a girl who had hair that resembled a cocker spaniel. She had freckles, shoulder-length hair, and two gold necklaces that hung around her neck. Her eyes were wide and her face read scared but intrigued, “Yo, is that weed. Oh my god, you’re the new kid and you’re smoking weed in the bathroom. In this bathroom.” Though this moment was amusing, your eyes grew wide with fear at the sudden slam. This caused you if you didn't have the reflexes of a cat, to almost drop your vase on the floor. Her voice was just * a little* too loud for comfort and you were not ready to start the school year by getting expelled for being cool.

Did you really just say that? God, maybe you did need to restart senior year.

The issue on the table still lands as the two of you were in the stand-off of the century trying to see which one could open their eyes the widest in fear. She had covered her mouth with her hands and her eyes spoke nothing but of an apology so you just started to laugh and soon she followed. “Man, the look on our faces were probably priceless.” you immediately joke and smirk as your head back to your new claimed office, only this time, you left the door open. “Welcome to my lair,” you begin, “please wipe your feet on the mat,” you say as you point to a piece of toilet paper near the front corner of the stall. The girl laughs and smiles, “ Of course, that is only courteous!” she replied as she stood absolutely still. “I’m Robin, by the way.”

You couldn’t help and notice the way her voice was a little raspier than Chrissy’s and how it perfectly matched her aesthetic of jeans, a black shirt, and a hoodie. While all this was occurring you were packing a bowl, which you clear, to then pour the water in the toilet, wrap up your bong, and put it in your bag. The smoke flew through the air suspiciously and you couldn’t help to giggle, “I wonder who did that, Robin.” You pointed to the smoke and then left your newfound spot. She chuckled and shook her head as she walked into the stall, “I’m (y/n), nice to meet you, Robin.” You called out as you wash your hand, dry them, and then leave.

“Fucken finally,” Eddie yells as he lightly grabs your shoulders, you couldn’t help to yelp at the sudden attention given to you after you exit a bathroom, however, this was nice. “I was beginning to think you were zoning out in there, just staring at the wall comatose or something,” he said with a laugh you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. “I have you know I can handle my shweed,” you reply and he laughs even harder, “Whatever, you were totally just zoning the fuck out.”

With that, Eddie started to walk towards your next destination, “After this is lunch and you can sit with my Friends and stuff if you want to.” You thought about it for a minute.

You had completely thrown your whole first day to spending time with this guy and you hardly even know him besides the fact that he gives you free weed. Which, dont get me wrong, it is a brilliant gift to be given when you can trust it, however, there’s a possibility there are other fish in the sea of life to be lingering with… but why do that when you have a catch.

“You say that like I wasn’t going to ask if I could sit with you immediately after class.” you tease and reflexively you started to blush at the sudden embarrassment caused by your outburst. He chuckles and smiles, “Oh were you now?” he started sarcastically, “Then how lucky am I.” The last part was nothing but sincere as he gave you a soft smile and moved his hand from your shoulder to mess up your hair.

“Hey love birds, you’re gonna be late for band.” You heard a voice yell, it was familiar, like the one you had heard only a few moments prior. It came from behind which caused you to spin around to see the owner of the raspy sound, “oh hey!” you yelled out with a wave to which Robin responded with a shorter one as she tried to catch up to the ‘Love Birds’ in question. Eddie’s face was tinted a soft pink and yours another shade of rouge, however, neither of you seemed to mind the nickname.

“She has a point,” now this voice was new. “Or I’m going to close this door and yall will have to play in the hallway.”

Your band director was standing outside of the classroom by the doorway, greeting his students, and a part of you felt a little perplexed. You haven’t seen this since preschool, and even then, that was hardly a present memory, but nonetheless, the three of you followed suit. You stood at the back of the classroom as everyone unpacked their instruments and started to warm up; the classroom was flooded with squeaks, cymbal crashes, honks, scales, short songs, and the less musical, a wide range of conversations. A part of you felt overwhelmed with the flooded sound but you couldn’t help to giggle at the orotund sounds. Your eyes land on Eddie as he sits at the end of a row of seats with a bass guitar that is plugged into a small amp. From a distance, he seems to be practicing his scales, however, it is hard to hear; your eyes cant help to study how his hair bounces with the chaos around him. He looks around the room with a look of confusion before his eyes meet yours to which his face softens as he waves. You smile and roll your eyes-

Maybe Hawkins is going to be alright.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie my beloved #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x nonbinary reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fics #st #joseph quinn

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thestoryden · 2 years

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hey lovelies i am taking eddie munson x reader requests right now. please feel free to drop your request in my ask box. i really enjoy writing requests with supernatural or fantasy elements, so feel free to put in whatever you can dream up.

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pubbydreams · 1 year

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eddie x genderfuck reader headcanons

pairing: eddie munson x genderfuck/fluid/queer/agender/nonbinary reader content: gendered & gender neutral terms used interchangeably, horribly self-indulgent content, autistic eddie munson (cuz i can't help myself fjdsklfj), briefly mentioned recreational drug use word count: 969

cis readers please do not interact. thank you in advance for respecting this boundary.

You meet at an underground queer event

You spot his flagging, he spots your...........everything. He's immediately enamoured

The two of you make typical party small talk before eventually veering into the topic of gender

You start with broader concepts before bringing in your own experiences and identity, which he's totally into ("You're what? No way, that's so metal!!")

Then he kind of sort of info-dumps a bit about some pulpy fantasy novel he's reading and how the creatures exist outside of the human understanding of gender

He compares hand sizes with you as a way of flirting (it works)

When the party winds down, he asks if maybe you'd want to go out with him for a coffee, or beer or something, and of course you agree

He's giddy about it the whole ride home, your number scrawled in pen on the back of his hand

By the time you start Officially Dating, Eddie's already totally, insufferably in love

You've both agreed to using specific gendered language/terms in public (you are in Reagan's America, after all) but in private & queer spaces, he plays with language all the time

"She's my boyfriend :D", "he's my wife :D", "they're my sweetheart :D"

Eddie "Lucifer Cross" Munson is a gender anarchist and is totally down with neopronouns argue with the wall /lh

Corroded Coffin take an immediate liking to you

(Does Jeff ask for your help finding a cool skirt at a thrift store? Yes. Does Gareth smoke & talk with you about the patriarchy? Yeah. Does Grant exclusively use genderneutral terms for you? Of course!)

Eddie's obsessed with seeing you in his clothes, but if they don't fit, he'll give you his socks, some pins, necklaces (etc.) instead

(If needed, he'll buy clothes that are too big for him but will fit you well, and he'll wear them for a couple weeks to get his smell engrained in before letting you borrow them)

Don't get it twisted, he loves wearing/having your clothes too (and sure, maybe he uses one of your shirts as a pillow case sometimes, but that's his private business, thank you very much)

You call him babygirl one time and he goes up in flames, hiding his face behind his hair, and shivering all over

He'll call you his fair maiden, his sweet prince, his muse...

Asks for your help with his makeup for a show (or, if you don't do makeup, he asks if he can do yours just once pwease? 🥺)

Gives himself a small stick-and-poke of an upside down triangle and offers to give you one to match

He takes every opportunity to pepper your face with kisses until you're pushing him away, both of you giggling as you do so

Sometimes when you're watching horror movies, you'll point to something weird/gross on screen and say that it's your gender, and he doesn't really get it at first, but eventually he really gets it, and joins in

(The sewer tunnel full of rats in Ben? That's Eddie!gender, baby!)

OH, Wayne adores you!!

While neither of you really tell him about your...gender situation...he's a smart man, and an observant one at that, so he picks up on things pretty quickly

Still, he avoids pronouns/gendered terms altogether to be safe and respectful (asking Eddie about his partner, referring to you by your name, or cute little nicknames)

Wayne calling you sweetpea 😭

ANYWAY

On lazy Sunday afternoons, he'll serenade you with some ballads, switching the pronouns as he goes

Eddie loves talking about how pretty, and charming, and handsome you are, especially when he's high and his brain-to-mouth filter is loose as all hell

But then you talk about how pretty he is, and he gets that flustered, lovesick look on his face again, whining about how he doesn't even hold a candle to you

(Then again, flattery works with him, so even despite his embarrassment, he laps up your praise like a little puppy)

Being with you emboldens him to experiment with his looks a little more

Yeah, long hair makes him feel best, and sure, he'll smudge some kohl around his eyes for a show, but he's never really tried anything else (he's not into that whole glam rock thing anyway)

He takes some inspiration from Rob Halford and tries some more leather gear, some mesh shirts, but it's not really for him

What is for him, though, is a little stud in his right ear

When it heals, you give him a small gold hoop you thrifted with the band a while ago, and he falls in love with it. Never takes it out. It's just a part of His Look now

Sometimes, in the privacy of his trailer, he'll put on some lipstick just to kiss you all over and admire the art he's left behind

(He also loves when you wear lipstick because then he gets to see it smeared across his face, while his lips and chin are still slick with your mixed spit)

He absolutely melts into a puddle when you call him princess

This man tells you he's writing a song about you, and gets all smarmy and quiet when you press for details

Finally, he debuts it at The Hideout, and you're met, not with a ballad, but a guitar-heavy, snarling thing about a changeling deity, and the strength of their thrall

How the protagonist of the song is trapped in their clutches, and unwilling to break free, because there's nothing sweeter than the cold bite of their chains

That night he tells you (all giddy and hand-flappy off the high of a surprisingly large and attentive crowd) that he's in love with you, and you tell him you love him too

In that moment he can't begin to imagine a time he's ever been happier

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I have a lot more thoughts but I'll leave it there because this is getting kind of long fjdsklfj

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artmsmaid · 8 months

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𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔤!

eddie munson x non-binary reader

+18 MINORS DNI

sinopse: You are shy and keep to yourself, mainly having your dog's companionship. But when you go to summer camp for an extended weekend, you come back to find that your dog has made a new friendship with the infamous town metalhead, Eddie Munson.

cw: underage drinking, drug use, canon divergent, eventual sexual situations, bisexual reader.

wc: 1447k

chapter (2/?).

"Absolutely not! That's MY dog!"

You were baffled by what he said to you next.

"Well..." he slowly sat down and continued to pet Fuffly, if you didn't know that your dog couldn't understand the conversation, you'd think it was waiting for the confrontation while happily being fondled. "Prove it."

Blinking in confusion, what the hell does he mean by that? So, you cleverly asked: "What the hell do you mean prove it?"

"I mean for you to prove it." And he had the nerve to smile at you???

Does he think that you were just up and around Tuesday morning walking around a forest and then decided to go and lie about having a dog?

"Fluffly has a name tag on its collar and it says Fuffly with a date, the date he was born." You finally said, after a moment of silence where you're shocked and the stranger was staring at you, still petting your dog.

"And what day is that?" He turned his head to the side, eyebrows going up just a little.

"Are you fudging kidding me?!" You angrily let out, your fists closing down.

He giggles, "No, no, no, no, I'm for sure not fudging".

You set aside the slight mockery you heard in his voice to puff out your answer, "15th of July, a true Gemini."

He nodded, looking like he was finally realizing something, "that's why it looks so small then".

"What?" You approached two more steps, looking offended.

"It's that thing you said, a gemy."

"Gemini!" It has been a long time since someone made you feel so many emotions in so little time, but again it has been some time since you had a conversation with someone close to your age, "and he is a Yorkshire, Gemini is his birth sign."

When you came close again, he put his arms a bit more protective around the small dog, surprising you. You weren't going to hurt your dog, but he was looking at you suspiciously like you were going to take it and run away. Shouldn’t you be the one more worried in this scenery?

"Okay, maybe this is your dog," he starts and pauses when you roll your eyes to mumble 'well it is', you were ignored, "but that doesn't mean I should give him to you."

You went from annoyed to shocked to angry, and it looks like this boy in front of you was angry as well. He continued, "For days Curly was walking here alone, why would you let your dog walk around like this?".

This was confusing to you, as your mother promised to walk Fluffy while you were gone at camp. Did she forget? But another thing caught your thoughts right after, "Curly?".

"Aren't you going to answer me?", now he was the one rolling their eyes.

"Its name is Fuffly", you gave one more step, now completely in his personal space, only your dog between you both. You didn't like invading people's personal space, but you had to assert your control over the situation.

It didn't work that well though, as he got up and was taller than you, especially with that annoyingly soft-looking big hair of his. You could also smell his perfume, or some time of body deodorant since perfume seems to fancy for him, it was a very different smell from all the french fragrances you are used to in your home, definitely stronger musk smell."It's a stupid name, Curly Destroyer is better."

Now, Eddie didn't think your name was stupid, but he was still a bit angry at you and wanted to be annoying just for the sake of it.

"Curly Destroyer is way more ridiculous", you were, as well, being annoying for the sake of it. You puffed, and he puffed back. You put your hands on your hips, and he put his hands on as well.

"It's bad-ass, and you still haven't answered me, cutie, why was Curly all alone?"

You would've been taken by surprise by the pet name if it wasn't for the worried mixed disappointed look he was giving you. You finally stopped ripping his hair strand by strand in your mind to evaluate the situation. How did he know Fuffly? He even named him a different name... Was he telling you the truth? Was your dog walking around unchaperoned in the woods these last days? It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it was still dangerous.

"Fuffly wasn't alone," you start to answer, and he looks like he's going to interrupt you when you amend "Well, he wasn't supposed to be alone, my mom should've walked him every morning".

Eddie calmed down a bit with your words. Even if he was still upset by the situation when he looked into your eyes and saw nothing but honesty and confusion, he had to cave in. And they were beautiful eyes, shining in the soft morning light making his heart beat irregularly and being a bit disappointed that you would look away so quickly.

"She didn't", he lets out, trying to come back from the haze, "I mean, I didn't see her, I only saw Curly." He amends when you moved back your face twitching a little at the rash statement. You would have to talk to your mother to know what happened. Although, you’ll hate the confrontation, never enjoying asking more than necessary, sometimes not even to your parents.

"Fuffly," you made a point to correct his name again but only gained a smile back and a roll of eyes as he muttered a ‘not happening’ , "is very used to the forest. We walk here every day. Maybe... he walked off from mother and later came back, so she knew he was safe."

He didn’t seemed very impressed by your excuse, and watched you with hawk eyes as you lowered down to your dog, who happily licked your cheeks with not a worry in his canine eyes. You swiftly glanced at Eddy, was that a jealous look? He got attached fast to the small dog. Even if it wasn’t your responsibility, you would feel horrible to just take Fuffly away by now, and leave those big chocolate rich brown eyes drown in sadness.

Not that you care that much about him, of course, you were just such a good person.

So, with a not subtle at all throat clearing sound, you settle down on the floor, “you know… I’m a bit tired, but Fuffly likes to play a lot”.

“Yes?”, you don’t look, but you know he has a smile on that dumb pretty face. “He does have lots of energy for something so small… You don’t share the genes?”

This makes you look, a frown in your face as you decide if he is calling you short, lazy or both. And yes, the smile in the dumb pretty face gets bigger. “The nerve of you… I just arrived from traveling!”

“Such a pity” he mocks, “didn’t have the energy to stay longer?”

“You know what? I’m not that tired”, you decide, getting up, “I will play with Fuffly.”

“Do you want me to throw it so you both can try to catch?”, he’s reveling on it now, it has been the longest time you looked at him without turning away.

“I beg your pardon?!” a pink flush covers all your face and ears, and he laughs, the sound is a bit like a toddler’s laugh, carefree and full of life.

“Come on, cutie, I won’t throw too far.” He tilts a bit, looking really deep in your eyes, and that’s maybe the first time you don’t mind it at all.

“I bet you couldn’t catch it if I throw it in your face” You make up a mean smile, trying to tease him to, but something went sideways, as a glint in his eyes makes him get closer to your face to whisper.

“Oh, cutie, you can throw it to me any day.”

You don’t get when in the conversation you both stopped talking about an actual wood stick, but now you are more flushed than ever, noticing you can smell his toothpaste with how close he is of you. He also looks disoriented, brown eyes going all over your face to stop on your lips.

Something touch your legs, and you both step back and look down with wild eyes. Fuffly got a wood stick and is expectantly looking at both of you. Laughing, this time more bashfully, Eddy gets the stick from the dog, not being capable of looking at you as his heart is fighting to stay in his chest. “Looks like someone wants to play.”

author's note: I promise the next part won't take a life-time, I got ill but I'm better now.

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where-is-francis · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Goth!NonBinary!Reader

Prompt: Eddie has slowly but surely become obsessed with your makeup routine. Now it’s time for him to join the fun.

Request: Yes but I already had it in the works. Just made me get it finished. For @sprizzaic

Pronouns: They/Them [fem aligned readers DNI]

A/N: I had this idea before but when I saw this post I knew I absolutely HAD to write something for it. The Eddie brainrot is real, he’s all I can think about. Also I’m aware that a lot of trad goth makeup used straight up white foundation but goth is for every complexion so you’re not wearing that in this fic. :)

TW: Nothing!

The sun was beating down in the summer heat of Hawkins as you sat in Eddie’s trailer. A cracked mirror before you presented your reflection; bare faced and fresh from the shower. Mixes of your clothes and his flooded the carpeted floor, only parting in certain instances to make a path. A smile passed your lips as you watched your boyfriend lazily strum his guitar, relaxing on the bed.

Both of you were excited for the night. Your plans consisted of going to a concert in Indianapolis, then grabbing some late night pizza, and crashing in the back of his van before driving back home in the morning. It wasn’t going to be cheap, but he always made it work for you.

Makeup sponges and wipes littered the small table you sat at, using some of Eddie’s (most likely) dirty shirts as a cushion. You began to start your makeup — although you never needed a reason like a concert to go out with black eyeshadow.

Your boyfriend’s gaze followed as you focused, messily applying some foundation. He usually wondered how you always seemed to know what you’re doing, just having a sense of where to put everything. Eddie moved his guitar to your side of the slightly-made bed and readjusted, his torso now near the footboard.

His reflection in the smudged mirror made you smile. “You act like you haven’t seen me do this about half a million times.”

“I know, but I like it. Seeing the process and everything.”

He smiled when you rolled your eyes, his hand slowly creeping up your back to make swirls and outlines in the wet hair that ran down your neck. You had been looking forward to the concert forever, and now it was finally time.

He watched as you focused on your makeup again, using your fingertips to pack on some gray and black eyeshadow. The dark colors in the sockets made the whites of your eyes seem a bit more vibrant. A familiar feeling of slightly rough skin reached the back of your neck as your partner moved the damp hair aside.

“Man, come on, I gotta look good for the concert. I gotta focus.” You laughed.

He smiled, stretching off the bed to rest his head against yours. You found his arms beginning to coil around your shoulders, like a snake slowly beginning to strangle its prey. But this was more genuine, more loving. Something about the way the sunlight hit your face during golden hour was like out of a painting. Through all of the excitement, it was still nice to have something peaceful.

“You always look good. So damn good. It’s, like, I’ve never seen somebody as good as you when it comes to all of this.” He mused to your reflection.

Despite the distraction of your wonderful ‘helper’, you continued on. A black liner pencil sketched out the design of your eyebrows before being filled with mascara to match; blending in the hair to make it seamless. You used the wedge to pick up some more color for the shadows in your cheeks. The way your pink tinted lips were practically begging for a quick peck, which was always a wish granted.

Time and practice had brought the skill of being ready in under half an hour. With the final touches, you took a last look at the now finished makeup.

A smile passed Eddie’s lips as he began kissing at your neck and jawline, making obnoxious kissing noises in your ear as he did so. Though a regular occurrence, you couldn’t help but laugh and take in the moment. Mixes of music and whatever Wayne had on the tv flooded your senses, along with the ever present hint of weed.

It was perfect.

Your boyfriend’s soft brown eyes began to glaze over in thought, his nose pushed into your neck.

“Eddie Munson, are you getting shy all of a sudden?” The taunt in your voice drove him crazy.

Instead, he just pulled away and returned to his spot on the unkempt bed. Said mattress groaned under the added weight as you climbed over top of the main occupant, straddling him in the process. Droplets of water ran down your shoulders, some falling on the sheets, others falling on Eddie.

His calloused fingers tangled in the damp waves of your hair as they hung over him. “You look beautiful,”

“Mhm, is that why you’re so shy all of a sudden?”

“I’m not shy.”

An overdrawn jet black eyebrow was raised at his statement, causing him to laugh. The sun emanated from behind your silhouette, making you look like the closest resemblance he’d ever seen to an angel. Sun streaks got caught in his eyes as he sat up, one hand on the small of your back as he did so.

If this is what angels looked like, maybe heaven wasn’t all that bad.

“Could you maybe… I mean — if you want — do something for me? I’ve never really… worn makeup before.”

He could’ve sworn your eyes became more vibrant in the moment.

“Of course,”

Your position over his lap didn’t change, save for grabbing the makeup. There wasn’t much, most of it looking beat to hell after continual uses over the year. In the city, you’d have to get more; Hawkins certainly didn’t have much — save for the Clinique counters in the mall.

Eddie tried not to grin as you began to started to work, even after telling him it would mess it up. Every product you used had him curious, asking what it was for.

“Are you doing the same look on me? Do I have to paint my face white? What about my eyebrows? Wait — you’re not going to shave them, are you?”

Needless to say, it was like trying to do face paint on a child at first. The longer it went on, he found himself melting into your words and touch. It was gentle and precise, like most other things you did. Influences from his own favorite bands gave you ideas in how to shape the liner.

He was completely in love.

How you commented on his bone structure and managed to make it sound like poetry, like something he could grow to love about himself. Sweet honey words mixed with music, filling his senses: an overdose on his partner.

“Does it look good?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?”

Eddie stood as you moved, finding his way to the mirror and taking everything in. The inner corners of the liner trailed the sides of his nose in the resemblance of a crow, as the outer edges flicked in similarity to a bat wing. His eyebrows were more arched and precise, jet black to match, with a ring of gray smoke underneath. He was at a loss for words.

“Do you like it?”

Loud claps and a few fist pumps were the only response you got. His smile couldn’t be toned down — not around you. Your arms around him just made him smile more as he pressed his head against yours. The warm breaths fanned across your face. For what seemed like an eternity, a sensation of hope formed that he would say it.

“I love you. I love you, (Y/N) (L/N).” He pressed into your lips.

“I love you too, Eddie.”

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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Hey! Could you possibly do an Eddie Munson x reader where his s/o comes out as non-binary? I know that no one really knew much/accepted the lgbtq+ community that much back then but still. If you can't write don't worry about it and I hope you are doing well 🙂

As much as you loved and adored Eddie you didn’t know much about his opinion concerning the LGBTQIA+ community. There was no doubting the fact that he was for any and everything that supposedly went against societal norms; after all he was a full grown man who runs a DnD campaign with high schoolers who’ve been outcasted by every conceivable clique. Just like him; He sees himself in these kids when he was younger and tries his best to make their experience a little more bearable.

You felt horrible hiding this beautiful and amazing part of your identity from Eddie because of how loudly others have made their stances known concerning people like yourself and you feared that he would abandon you after you come out to him or react in repulsiveness.

The worst part of your mind tried every trick in the book to get you into reframing into telling him out of a need to protect you from the delusion your heart has created the moment you started dating the lanky dork. Yes you believed that he loved you no matter what even if you were a worm for fuck sakes, never have you ever doubted that for a single second and never will but yet you feared that this was where his loving for you stops indefinitely.

So when you did muster up the courage to tell him while you were both alone in the woods that no one comes to anymore and the moment the words “Eddie I’m nonbinary.” Come from your mouth like vomit you almost felt as if you were physically ill from the change in his expression and the deafening silence that followed afterwards where all you were aloud to hear were your panicked thoughts, bated breath and that single sliver of sweat streaming down your face. Fearful.

Eddie could tell you were tense, I mean he’s never seen you grip your jeans that hard in his life and the look in your eyes absolutely broke his heart and he wanted nothing more then to patch it up with all the affection he could muster. Which he did by bringing you into his arms so your head feasted on his chest as he perched his on-top of yours, squeezing you tightly when he felt you try to move.

“I may not know what that words means but if that’s who you are then I love you all the more for being open and honest about a beautiful part of yourself. Your my sweetheart, my sugar, my honeybee, my everything and if you’d think being a little different will deter me away from you well you thought wrong because that only shows me that we’re obviously meant to be together. Don’t ever forget that okay? I love you and everything you are.”

His voice, though held innocent confusion, was pure as the emotions he felt and you couldn’t pretend that you didn’t feel it because Eddie was never one to half-ass things or say shit he doesn’t mean. He never reframes from being himself and now it was your turn to be yourself.

So after a crying session from you and words of affirmation being spoken into your shoulder by Eddie you immediately gave him the most simplistic explanation to what nonbinary is and what that entails to those who resonate with this word and told him about preferred names that you wanted to go by along with your pronouns but only one step at a time so that his pretty head could digest your words at his own pace.

Afterwards he’s giving shit to those who don’t use your proper pronouns, preferred name and such, even he himself didn’t get a pass because Eddie would always apologise to you whenever he did so but would soon get mad when you told him that it was rare for people to admit when they’ve used the wrong pronouns or name because they didn’t believe that such words as nonbinary or trans shouldn’t even exist.

You’d have to calm him down before he did something stupid but he’d just so fucking fuming because he didn’t have the power to change peoples opinions on certain things and it hurt him to know that you’d be on the receiving end for just purely existing and living your truth.

On a more sweeter note I bet this baby would do nothing but praise you no matter what and would ask you on which nicknames he should give you and would even offer you some of his clothes when you felt uncomfortable in they way you looked in your own. He just wants to make you happy and will continue in trying to make you happy because seeing you happy made Eddie happy knowing that he did that.

He’s just proud that you went out of your way to tell him something so vital. You didn’t have to, you weren’t obligated to tell him and even if you didn’t he would’ve understood but the fact that you did only made Eddie realise that you trust him more then anyone and that made him more determined to prove his worth to you no matter how many times you’d have to tell him that he didn’t need to prove anything to you or anyone.

Eddie loved you no matter how you identify because at the end of the day you were still the person he loved more then anything and that would never, ever change. His undying love and loyalty were yours the moment you gave him the chance on taking you out on a date. If anything you were only giving him more reasons to love you because to Eddie you were nothing short of perfect and he’d be damed if he didn’t remind you of that whenever he possibly could.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #Eddie munson imagines #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x you #nonbinary reader

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pumpkin-sage · 2 years

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"____ tied ____ hair into French braids"

"____ put their hair into a ponytail/bun"

Man, I just want short hair to be normalized for the y/n character. Or at the bare minimum, just don't mention hair length, I have really short hair, like you Jason from stranger Things? Like that but grown out a little. I know it's not a big deal but still :(

Also, (although I have a wavy/straight hair type) what about poc ( or anyone) who don't have hair that you can just easily braid, or put into a ponytail?

Idk, maybe I'm being sensitive but I just need someone to write something with a y/n character that doesn't have long, straight, or super manageable hair.

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fuzzyduxk · 1 year

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so basically i was thinking, and the conclusion i came to is that i wanna fuck all the members of the fruity four. not a far out there thing to think, am i right. so here’s the diagram i made to how our relationships would go.

basically the full lines are the sexual relationships, and the dotted lines are the platonic with a capitol P relationships. it’s gay any way you look at it 😌

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protectingrose · 7 months

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👩🏻‍🍳💋 . This is my first ever “post” , so I thought might as well show what I look like .

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strangerficsforeddie · 2 years

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Eddie x (nonbinary)Reader: Rebuilding a Shire: Part 4

Listen, I have to try and do my boy Eddie justice, so yall better like how hard I worked to make this shit seem accurate lol.

also today was rough so this should be better than usual

TW: cursing, drugs, creepy dude vibe, highschool

You laugh and roll your eyes, “I see someone has been playing too much Dungeons and Dragons.” You lightly brush his shoulder, letting go of his hand, and for a second, wishing you could reverse time.

You walk into the school with a new level of confidence, and maybe that is because you had an actual friend instead of an expensive habit. Friend… hmm, weird… was Eddie even a friend? That was a thought for future you...was there even enough to analyze that dynamic. The back doors of the school grew closer and so did the impending embarrassment of outing the fact that you play DnD… one may say this was a dramatic reaction, but you knew your brain too well and so you asked, “Do you… do you play Dnd?” you managed, a little uncomfortable with the transition indoors. Everything felt too dark from the bright sky that was your prior scenery. The look Eddie gave you was judgmental, but his eyes glimmered a different story; “Dungeons… and… Dragons…” sounded so theatrical from your new friend that you couldn’t help to laugh. Eddie’s leather jacket and jean vest now reflected an artificial light that guided you through the halls until your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. “The devil worshipping and elf fucking game?” he asked with a laugh. Suddenly you were laughing too, but a confused laugh, did you misread this? That wouldn’t be the first time-

“See personally, those are the two redeeming aspects,” you sarcastically reply without thinking, “I call it Saturday.”

Eddie smiled and the two of you shared a small laugh. “You’re going to ruin the surprise, my dear (y/n)...” Your heart was fluttering like a butterfly leaving its cocoon at the sound of his voice saying your name, but more than that, it was undeniable that you did not read him wrong at all.

“But yes! I may partake in the game every once in a while.” His coy persona was making you giggle, and maybe that was mixing with the weed, the empty hallways, and the newfound drug called Eddie.

Eddie…Eddie…

“Surprise? What surprise is waiting for me after school?” you tease even though there was a part of you that was way too nervous to even process. Eddie stops in his track and leans over to your face, “ Wouldn’t you want to know,” he says with a shit-eating grin that causes your heart to skip a beat and your face to turn a shade of rouge.

He boops your nose and points at a sign on a wall next to a doorway that says “Principals office” in a tacky formal font. The door was closed, and on it was a bulletin board that was covered in photos of a man who had to be in his 60s with many different children from a slew of ages. If you didn’t know better, you would assume that it was the reason children go missing in Hawkins.

Yes, you did your research on the area when you first moved to town. It was nothing major, just a couple of facts about a murderous father years ago, a few recent articles about missing kids, and anything else that was more proof as to why a person should not be in Hawkins. Anything to hold over your parent's head. Some say it's manipulative, they are doing their best, however, sometimes your father’s anger can be a ticking time bomb that can only be defused with a subtle remark about someone else.

Nonetheless, your eyes drifted back to Eddie, or rather where he was… he had moved down the hallway towards a line of classrooms and lockers, and a part of you wondered how long you had stared at the pictures… man you needed to quit. You knocked on the closed door and heard someone clear their throat, “The door is open!” an old voice crowed out and so you opened the door hesitantly. You wouldn’t call yourself spiritual, nor would you even label yourself if you didn't have to, but there was a part of you that one may call attuned… It wasn’t anything too crazy, in fact, it is hardly noticeable until it rears its head and sends a shiver down your spine. And there goes that shiver though. The door was opened only partly when you see the same man in the photos prior sitting at an old wooden desk that was polished and waxed so much that there seemed to be a thick layer on the top. On there were the typical items: a cup of pens with one tiny, solo American flag, a wooden label that said “Lendenburg,” and a stack of papers at the corner. The overall room was uneasy and the vibe was telling you to dip as soon as you could, and a part of you felt betrayed. Not really by Eddie, but by the universe, but you would blame it on Eddie right now.

“Hi, uh… Im the new student?”

“Oh right! Finally showed up!” the older man crowed out again, his voice crinkly, sounding as though it was painful to talk. ”Yeah, I got lost, but some dude named Eddie helped me find where to go.” The man nods.

“I’m Mr. LendenBurg. I like your shirt, we got things in common,” He says with a smile, “Like the cheese?” you deflect, “ That’s Limburger.” He was not amused, “You like The Who?” You completely forgot that you were wearing a T-shirt you tore up months ago because you just grabbed the first thing you saw this morning. “Well, I take liking to creativity,” he corrects and with a sigh, he stands up and walks towards you. He nearly pushes you out the door as he walks by. “You will be picking your schedule from the guidance counselor first, but after that, you must hurry to your second class period. Please try to avoid-” you start to tune him out and focus on the man in front of you, which causes you to notice his tweed jacket and pants being almost blinding orange. If you were any smarter you would rip it off of him and dip it in a vat of brown dye to save this man from a disrupting traffic. Nonetheless, you persist onwards, tuning back into his trance-inducing monologue when he stops in front of the door and turns to you. You try to grab the door but he does it before you, he leans over slightly so that you can hear his low voice. “And just a word of advice, I’d avoid that Munson kid if I were you… he’s nothing but ...trouble... for you.” With that Lendenburg opened the door, waved at the guidance counselor who was on the phone, and mouthed “New Student.” When you looked back he was already retracing steps back to his lair.

Well that was fucken weird.

#Eddie my beloved #Eddie Munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x nonbinary reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson fanfic #fanfiction #x reader

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Welcome back, to my tavern!

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Masterlist!

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Requests are open!!

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Things I will write for:

Anything Pride/LGBTQIA+! (you are valid! <3)

Gender neutral reader!

Male reader!

Non binary reader!

And male aligned readers!

(I will write female readers for my friends and friends only. Sorry for the inconvenience)

Poly relationships! Between reader and characters.

Platonic relationships!

And Child!reader and Parent!character!

I will also write for my age regression community!

Ships are welcome as well!

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Things I will not write for:

NSFW! I'm a minor! I have a lot of age regression moots, and most of them are not comfortable with NSFW. So, you will not find smut on my blog at all.

Anxiety, depression, etc. These can be triggering topics to some people, and I want this to be a safe spot.

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Fandoms: TV shows and Movies

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Hasbin Hotel:

Angel Dust

Husker

Charlie

Vaggie

Nifty

Alastor

Lucifier

Ships:

Husker x Angel Dust

Alastor x Lucifer

Vaggie x Charlie

Okay with x reader:

Husker x Angel Dust x Reader

Alastor x Lucifer x reader

Vaggie x Charlie x reader

The Lord of the Rings:

Gimli

Legolas

Aragorn

Gandalf (platonic only!)

Frodo

Sam

Mary

Pippin

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The Walking Dead:

Glen

Maggie

Negan

Abraham

Carl

Rick

Beth

Lori

Carol

Daryl

Eugene

Dale (platonic only!)

Tdog

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Supernatural:

Dean

Sam

Cas

Crowley

Rowena

Lucifer

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Marvel:

Bucky

Sam

Steve

Stephen

Rhody

Tony

Pepper

Groot (platonic only!)

Rocket (platonic only!)

Gamora

Nebula

Drax

Mantix (platonic only!)

Quil

Thor

Loki

Peter

Ned

Wong

Natasha

Bruce/Hulk

Scott

(If there are any more, let me know! I'll write for just about anyone from the MCU!)

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Kids shows:

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Octonaunts:

Barnacles

Peso

Kwazii

Shellington

Dashi

Tweak

Inkling (platonic only!)

Vegimals (platonic only!)

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Ninjago:

Cole

Kai

Jay

Zane

Nya

Lloyd

Wu (platonic only!)

Garmadon

Zora

Wyldfire

Arin

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Sing 1-2:

Johnny

Mena

Rosita (platonic only!)

Gunther

Ash

Mrs. Crawley (platonic only!)

Buster

Suki

Clay

Krystal

Porsha

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Anime:

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Naruto:

Choji

Naruto

Sasuke

Sakura

Shikamaru

Ino

Tenten

Neji

Lee

Kakashi

Guy

Asuma

Jiraiya

Tsunade

Orichimaru

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Demonslayer:

Tanjiro

Inosuke

Zenitsu

Genya

Rengoku

Tengen

All tengens wifes

Shinobu

Sanemi

Gyomei

Mitsuri

Obanai

Giyuu

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My Hero Academia:

All of class 1-A

The big three

Shinso

Wild, wild pussycats

Dabi

Shigaraki

Staib

Lady Nagant

Toga

Overhaul

Gentle criminal (platonic only!)

Twice

Mr. Compress

Mei

Aizawa

Nezu (platonic only!)

Fatgum

Endeavor

Present Mike

Midnight

All Might

Hawks

Snipe

Recovery girl (platonic only!)

Mt. Lady

Vlad King

Edgeshot

Best jeanist

Ms. Joke

Mirko

Kamui Woods

Ryukyu

Gang orca

Inasa

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Beastars:

Riz

Legoshi

Jack

Haru

Pina

Louis

Juno

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Novels:

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Heartstopper: platonic only!

Charlie

Nick

Imogen

Aled

Sahar

Darcy

Tara

Issac

Tao

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Thank you for reading! Safe journeys, travelers!

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