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I want to grow my hair out very very very long and also to chop it all off into a pixie. Wigs are too hot. My scalp hurts for no medically known reason. And in some little part of my brain I know that none of this is going to magically make me feel better about myself. I need some self esteem medicine.
There's something so otherworldly, etheral, dangerous, all consuming about Eddie's eyes - in the show thanks to jq, in fan art, in fan fiction - and it brings me so much joy
Feeling pinned in place.
Drowning, salvation, something lost and something found, electric and ancient, dangerous and comforting, a live wire, mesmerising and true
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You know that moment when they’re in the Upside Down and it’s just Steve, Nancy, and Eddie left? Well, it’s like that, except that Nancy goes first, and Vecna enters Eddie’s mind.
Vecna intends to scare him, to show him horrific images. He wants to show him things so terrifying that they’ll think twice before coming to attack him on his own turf... Except that’s not quite how it plays out.
Vecna confidently enters Eddie’s mind, but he is soon unsettled; he does not quite know where in Eddie’s mind he has landed, but what he sees there throws him off balance.
Eddie’s mind is filled with visions of Steve. Visions of things that actually happened, and above all, visions that are merely Eddie’s fantasies. Vecna sees kisses, so many kisses, and some of them are really, very... hot.
He can also see that Eddie’s hormones are raging and a very vivid imagination (Why does Steve have TWO dicks in this vision? And OH MY GOD! Is that a tentacle in this other vision? And a fucking whip over there? And a threesome with two Steve? And the foursome version with THREE Steve? And what is that stupid sailor outfit doing here? And why is Harrington suddenly in sportswear with those ridiculous tiny shorts, in that other vision? And why is Eddie over there wearing a cheerleader outfit, with a skirt so short that it’s completely against the rules? And is the Eddie in that vision wearing a pair of fucking lace panties? And why does Harrington suddenly tell him he’s the dirtiest little slut he’s ever seen?)
Usually, it is his victims who try to escape his mind; this time, it is Vecna himself trying to get out. Far too many bare-chested Steves are blocking his way out (he is so flustered that he forgets he has control over the situation and can leave whenever he wants.)
When Vecna finally manages to get out of there, Eddie comes to, and everyone, panicked, asks him what just happened. Eddie explains to them that Vecna was inside his head and spoke to him. They all assume Vecna was threatening him, but Eddie just shrugs, saying that Vecna simply told him, “I understand why everyone calls you Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson.”
Eddie’s fantasies are completely uninhibited, and Vecna has seen the worst of them. The only thing he hasn’t seen is the fantasy that means the most to Eddie: Steve looking at him with eyes full of love, cupping his cheeks in his hands, and whispering how much he deserves to be loved and how much he loves him, before kissing him tenderly.
Summary: Eddie got too drunk after his gig at the Hideout, and reader has to come save the day.
Content Warnings: Eddie is DRUNK (embarrassingly so), the reader is AFAB with female body parts, Eddie is handsy when he's drunk (in a good way), Eddie and reader live together
This is super short and has been sitting in my drafts for months but yolo
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You hadn't even slipped your jacket off when you got home before the phone rang on the wall. You had been out with Robin and Nancy, having dinner and seeing a movie, while Eddie had his gig at The Hideout. Usually, you'd be with him, but this girl's night had been planned for weeks, and the opening at The Hideout was only given to Corroded Coffin a few days ago. Eddie had told you it was fine, that you could miss one show to hang out with your friends.
You move towards the ringing phone, leaning against the wall it's perched on as you hold it to your ear. "Hello? Munson Household."
You hear a relieved sigh over the phone, muffled by loud music and people chattering. It's Jeff, and he's immediately rambling into the phone.
"You need to get here. Eddie's gone off the rails and he drank way too much. He keeps talking about you in ways we never wanted to hear—just, please, come get him." Jeff is barely done rambling when you hear the phone being shuffled.
"Baby?" Despite it, you smile at the sound of Eddie's voice. "I's loves you—" He sighs into the dreamily, and you can't help but stifle a laugh.
"Eddie, I'm coming to get you, okay?" You hear him whine over the phone, saying something about 'having fun.' You smile anyway, before continuing. "I'll see you soon, okay? Give the phone back to Jeff." He grumbles, but you hear the phone being passed back.
"Thank you. You are a saint." Jeff speaks before the two of you end the call. You head back to the door, slipping the shoes you had just taken off back on.
When you park outside The Hideout, the place is buzzing. There are a few groups of people lingering outside, but you push past them to get inside. You are bombarded by whichever band is playing up there now, loud drums echoing and you can feel the rhythm in your chest.
Your eyes roam the dive bar, searching for a familiar pair of eyes or that curly mop on his head. You see Jeff first and he immediately waves you over. In front of him is Eddie, gesturing wildly, no doubt telling some ridiculous tale.
Eddie doesn’t hear or see you as you approach him. You wrap your arms around him, voice soft as you interrupt his story. “Guess who?”
He turns immediately at the feeling of your touch, no doubt that he hadn’t registered your words because he looked half tempted to curse you out. His expression softens exponentially, his grin widening.
“Baby!” He slurs slightly, his arms tightening around you as he stumbles closer. “Missed you. When dids yous get here?”
You try not to laugh, your smile widening as you steady your boyfriend. Pushing him slightly to get a good look at him. Eddie preens under your gaze, already trying to lean back in to your hold.
“I just got here. We’re going home, okay?” You tell him softly, watching as he begins to frown, shaking his head in a way that resembles a stubborn child.
“But the fun is just starting—“ Eddie tries to argue, turning to reach for his beer when Gareth swipes it out from his hand, giving him a stern look.
“Honey, you look like you’ve been having fun for the better part of the whole evening.” You say softly, hands sliding up his back in what is supposed to be a comforting move. Eddie turns back to you, brown eyes wide with affection.
“But now you’re here. It’ll be even more fun.” It’s obvious Eddie is doing his best to convince you, and an amused grin falls on your lips as you shake your head.
“We should go home, Eddie.” You say softly, tilting your head in a way you know he can’t resist. You feel his large hands slide down your back and squeeze your hips, a surprised laugh leaving your lips. But before you can say anything Eddie leans down to your ear, voice deep.
“Oh, it’s like that?” He drags his nose down the line of your neck, the whiskey on his breath infiltrating your senses. Despite his obvious suggestiveness, you use this as a tactic to get home, quickly nodding your head.
“You should say goodbye. I left the car running.”
Eddie turns at your words, barely giving the boys a passing glance, just nodding at them before turning on his heels to drag you out of the bar. You laugh under your breath, doing your best to keep up with him. However, his eagerness is only his downfall as he nearly falls off the curb, causing you to laugh louder.
When he turns to pout at you, you playfully roll your eyes, wrapping your arm around his back, his on your shoulder, to steady him.
“Let’s get you to the car, ‘kay?” He follows your lead, stumbling only slightly until you get him situated in the passenger seat of your beat up red truck. When you lean inside the car to buckle him, you aren’t even shocked to feel his hand cup your ass. Your eyes shoot up to him, smacking his hand away with a laugh. “No funny business—“
Eddie whines. Like a child. With a full pout on his face.
“I’m serious, Eddie.”
“Me too!”
You roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips before you shut his door, walking around to the driver’s side and getting in. “Are you ready to go home now?” You glance up as you speak, only to find Eddie somehow fast asleep. A fond look overtakes your features and you twist the key in the ignition, heading home.
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Steve is lying on his back while Eddie straddles him, moving his hips faster and faster. Steve is so close.
“Show them to me,” he moaned pitifully, tightening his grip on Eddie’s waist.
Eddie lowers his head fixing Steve with large, shining, desire-filled eyes, before large, imposing wings unfurl from his back. Steve barely has time to say “Oh, fuck!” before he cums.
common advice for social anxiety is to tell yourself "people aren't going to think less of you just because you said something a bit daft" but the thing is. sometimes they will. and you just have to learn to be cool with that and to treat it as a dnd random encounter rather than letting it ruin your whole day
recent example. lady at my careers appointment had a post-it with her name on it stuck to the monitor, so i introduced myself by saying "hello, i'm eliot! you must be [name], it's nice to meet you!" and she stared at me as if i was the stupidest person alive and said icily, "yeah, i'm [name]. congratulations, you can read."
in bygone times this would have reduced me to a sort of quivering blancmange. thankfully i am now in a place where i was able to pull back, calmly evaluate this interaction, and say to myself "this woman should probably not be working in a customer-facing job"
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