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Tags: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader, nothing really happens this chapter, cursing, NOT PROOFREAD!!, I don’t think anything else!!

Summary: A new girl has just transferred from two towns over, into Hawkins. But, she wasn’t just any new girl. Two things made her interesting. One, she looked like the girl version of Eddie Munson. The big curly hair, dressing in converse, dark washed jeans, and metal band tees for days. The second thing though? She was Dustin Henderson older sister, who for years prior, lived with their father.

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Your heart was thumping against your chest as you walked into the unfamiliar building. 

You had just moved back in with your mom and brother after a traumatic summer that was full of a crazy stepmom, her equally as crazy kids,  and a dad blinded by love. 

Your plan for this year was the same for every year prior to it, stay in the shadows and don’t bring any more attention to yourself than there already is.

A spectacle is already on you, not just due to being the random new girl the second month of the school year, but it’s also from the cherry red streaks in your big dark curly hair and your…alternative way of dressing. Dirty beat up converse, rock band tees for days, ultra low rise dark wash jeans, and anything else that could set you aside from the peppy blonde cheerleaders and jocks at your new school. Hawkins High. 

Your mom had dropped you and your brother, Dustin, off earlier than usual just so you had time to get your schedule and be at class on time. She tried to pester your brother to show you around the school, but you assured him that was unnecessary. 

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Due to the main office having trouble finding your schedule, by the time you got to your homeroom it was already fifteen minutes into the period. 

You hesitantly walked into the room, being abruptly greeted with,

“Young lady, I’m trying to teach a class right now, what do you need?”

You probably looked like a deer in headlights, fingers anxiously playing with the hem of your sleeve. 

“I think this is my class, i uhm, just transferred and they told me to come here..”

You felt the eyes of everyone in the room on you, hearing the snickers and whispers already.

The older teacher cleared her throat, going to her desk and shuffling through papers.

“Alright.. Find an empty seat and open to the third page in this packet, you’ve already taken enough of the class time with this.” A packet of 12th grade math being shoved into your hands as you stumble back to find an empty chair. 

The only open seat was in the very back of the class, next to an older looking guy, with big curly hair and tattoos. As you drew closer, dropping your bag next to your chair,  a strong scent of weed filled your lungs. 

After a couple of minutes of frantically taking notes on what your teacher, Ms. Carlson, was saying, the man next to you spoke up.

"So, uh, you like Metallica?”

The question took you off guard, you glanced at him for a moment before answering. 

“Uhm, I mean, yea I guess you could say that. I wouldn’t be wearing the shirt otherwise.”

You didn’t mean to sound rude, you were just caught off guard.

Another ten minutes passed of your teacher rambling on, before the mysterious man next to you started up again.

“You said you’re a transfer?” He skeptically asked.

You looked over, nodding once again. 

“Mhm...I moved over the uh, summer. They just couldn’t enroll me right away.’ You shrugged. You hesitated before furthering the conversation, it was more of an awkward and uncomfortable thing for you.

Not because of your table mate, but because you didn’t really expect for someone to talk to you with actual curiosity on..you, and not just trying to provoke or ridicule you. Like you expected from this place. 

“Why..why is it that you ask?”

His eyes lit up at you actually participating in conversation, he assumed you were just going to stay quiet the whole year and give him short answers until June.

‘Oh! Well ya know, you just seem familiar? Looking? I dunno, I just feel like I’ve seen your face before.’

You tapped your pen against your paper, thinking about if you should bring your brother up. But then your head started to actually work, when you read his shirt earlier you knew ‘Hellfire” sounded familiar. It's the club your little brother was in.

‘Shit, yea..you know my brother. God he won’t shut up about you, hasn’t since he met you.”

The man next to you, whom you now realize is THE Eddie, was taken aback at the sudden joyousness in your voice. The spark that lit up in you when you oh so lovingly spoke about your little brother.

He cocked his head to the side, “You’re Henderson’s sister? You’re Hendersonette?”

You didn’t really think that the boy sitting next to you was the one your brother has had nothing but great things to say about him. It did truly shock you. 

When you came to Hawkins over the summer, your brother was always out playing Dungeons and Dragons with “The Party”. A concern he had voiced to you more than once was that the group would split up in high school. 

These were friends he’s had since elementary school, those kids were seriously the best thing to happen to your brother. 

Even though you hadn’t lived with Dustin since you were nine and he was six, you two would always write letters back and forth, since that was the only way you could communicate, due to your father. Here and there you guys would call on the landline, but only when your father wasn’t home. You were glad you had a way to keep up with his life the past eight or so years. 

Dustin came home from his first day of freshman year ecstatic. He went straight to your room, which you were still unpacking at the time, and sat in there for a full two hours debriefing his amazing day. The highlight of it? Meeting a senior that was almost like a brother and father figure to him, one he never had. 

“Mhm, he’s my baby brother.’ You continued, and your voice was full of genuine love, something Eddie hadn’t expected from you, due to the cold demeanor he was first introduced to, only a couple minutes ago. 

“Wait-he’s talked about me?” 

“Oh uh, kinda.” He tried to play it off, scratching the back of his neck. You pushed further, knowing there was more to it.

“Kinda?”

“Uh, well, I asked him who picked him up from Hellfire. It wasnt his moms car, or well your moms car, and he said his older sister did and then he just rambled about you for a good twenty minutes at lunch..or something like that,”

You nodded along, feeling accomplished as an older sister that your fourteen year old brother spoke about you ever so kindly to the person he wanted to do nothing more than impress. 

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The rest of the day went as you expected.

Walking into a classroom that took way longer to find than it should’ve, being looked at like an alien who just walked off a spaceship, then handed papers and being told to follow along and find an empty seat.

Luckily, you were able to sit alone in the majority of the classes. It gave you more time to rethink your conversation from that morning.

You were confused on why Eddie had seemed so..captivated by everything you said, and trying to keep up a conversation with you.

Yea, from what your brother has told you he was a really nice guy, but you also knew how isolated the people have made him here. His only group being the hellfire kids, and people he sold weed to. That detail your brother had made you promise not to tell your mom. 

You had then realised that, he probably just thought you’d be more drawn to him. That you’d be treated the same way, and probably also needed people to socialize with. Due to the way you came across. Cold, unwelcoming, and someone who didn’t care about the opinions of their peers. Which was only proven by the alternative,metalhead, emo sort of way you dressed, alongside the red streaks in your untamed curly hair. 

You had just brushed off his personality to be kind and also someone who didn’t care about what others thought. That’s at least how he came across from your brother’s words, and the brief interaction you had with him. 

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As you approached the cafeteria you had seen your little brother waiting outside, his face lighting up once he saw yours.

“Hi cherry!! Did you talk to anyone? Did you find your class? I'm sorry I left you this morning my homeroom teacher would’ve killed me if I was late im really really sorry-”

Cherry has been the nickname Dustin has had for you since you first dyed your hair four years ago, he had seen it in a polaroid you sent in the mail once and the name just stuck.

You smiled softly, nudging his shoulder. 

“Dust, don't even worry about it. I didn’t expect you to be my tour guide, I’m fine, okay?’ 

You reassuringly stated, you knew how much he worried about you. After all he’s known what you had to put up with at your dads, and he knew how the people here could be. 

As you walked inside the big lunch room, following a little behind him as you were ushered to his table that he insisted you sit at, that mom would kill him if he let you sit alone, you brought up his little friend.

“Oh uh, I met your friend this morning. Eddie. He sits next to me in my homeroom,’

Dustin stopped abruptly, turning around with his big dorky grin.

“Really? Do you like him? Like as a friend- or even as a relationship I’d so be on board with that cherry-’

You laughed at how excited he was, nudging him to keep moving.

“He’s..alright, don’t really have an opinion on him yet.’

After your brother brought you to the table, getting caught up with talking to Lucas and Max you assumed, you went back to your regular self. Quiet and standoffish. You didn’t like coming across as rude, but you were just so used to not being spoken to and being left to your own devices. It’s not like you minded either, you found comfort in the quiet. Though, that could’ve just been since you never had anything other than it. 

The quiet only lasted solong. You felt somebody coming up behind you, going to sit next to you. Assuming it was your brother, you didn’t give a second thought to it.

“And here I thought we were friends,” the voice from this morning spoke up with mock offense.

You turned your head, away from the book you had pulled from your bag, eyes meeting Eddie’s.

“Oh, uhm, sorry.” You offered an awkward smile before looking back down.

He huffed in response, looking to your brother for guidance. 

“Henderson, does your sister hate me or something?”

You looked back up at that, making eye contact with your brother across the table, who had just gotten back from getting lunch, his friends following behind. 

“Cherry doesn’t hate anyone, she doesn’t have a mean bone. She’s just, quiet and a little shy, that’s all.” He shrugged.

“Cherry?” Eddie repeated, looking between the two of you.

“He’s been calling her Cherry for years, it’s ‘cus of her hair.” Mike butted into the conversation.

You’ve met him a couple times over the summer, along with the other people in the party. Max, Jane, Lucas, and Will. They were all pretty sweet. They all also knew a lot about you, Dustin seemed to really talk up your arrival back in Hawkins to anyone who’d listen. 

“Mm, smart..smart. Well, Cherry, you should come to Hellfire tonight. Ya know, just so Dustin has a ride home. It’s supposed to rain and all,”

“Uhm..I’ll think about it,” was all you said before he started to talk about whatever the ‘campaign’ would be about. You continued to read, tuning it out.

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Em Speaks: I know not a lot happened yet but i promise it’ll get better!! This is just the basis for the series!!

Thanks so much for reading!! Any comments, recommendations, or overall concerns are greatly appreciated!! <33

Next part: A Boy Down Bad - isn't fixed yet!!

YES. YES YES FREAKING YES.

OKAY SFW-ISH ?? CHARLIE CUTIE HEADCANNONS

* all gender neutral reader - besides just one !

-`✮´- lower case implied

დ he prefers holding you against his chest with his hand tangled in your hair and the other against your back and pulling you to him. he thinks it’s more intimate this way.

ღ he spoons you SO good. he curls into the way you’re curled up, his thick arms around your middle. he loves feeling your soft tummy and how it moves when you breathe.

ღ ( FOR THE LADIES ) he loves spooning you to where his arms are higher up your middle and he’s hugging your chest. your tits would either rest on top of his arm or, against. but he wouldn’t squeeze or anything. he just loves how warm and soft they are on his arms.

ღ ADORES giving you sweet little neck kisses, definitely more on the back of your neck or on the crown of your head. he feels a lot bigger than you, it makes him happy.

ღ if you’re wearing one of his sweaters, his hands are automatically all up your shirt, his thumbs rubbing your belly. his hands will splay out and he’ll try to press you closer, like he can’t get enough of you.

ღ he always says the sweetest little things, nuzzling you sweetly and pressing kisses where he can.

ღ “pretty baby. you’re soooo fucking pretty.” “look at you, wearing my clothes. such a pretty girl/boy/thing.” “you’re so soft and warm down here/up here.” “you feel so much smaller in my arms.”

ღ his hands love to wander everywhere, it’s all innocent touches most of the time. he treats you like you’re made of glass.

ღ falls asleep with his body curled with yours, his face gently pressed into your neck. he forgets to take his glasses off so you have to slip them off for him.

ღ his arms will jolt or occasionally squeeze you a tiny bit when he’s asleep, he wants to reassure himself, even in his unconscious state, that you’re still there.

HI I HOPED YOU LIKE THESE this is kinda frreaking short

MY FAVORITE. early seasons reid who is a virgin and is super sensitive and reader gives him and handjob 👀👀👀 super whiny and loud and BIG MOMMY KINK. pretty please with a cherry on top 😊 i would literally kill for this ohymgodhfdksgsgsjfhdgsgdg

TWIRLING MY HAIR N GIGGLING READING THIS

ask n u shall receive 😏😏

sub!spencer x dom!reader

contains: virgin spence, sub/dom dynamics, overstimulation (fav), mommy kink.

a/n: kinda did my own thing w this so srry if this isn’t what u imagined

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Crescendo of You.

PAIRINGS! -> GN!Kpopidol!Reader x Ronin , Angel , Misaki , V .

a/n : Thank you so much for the request! <33 I feel like this one drags a little, im sorry! I don't think i like this one, but i really hope you do, my lovely!

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Ronin .

𝜗ৎ When he first invites you to the server, he doesn't think much of it. Just some desperate song writer going to extreme lengths to achieve some spotanetous burst of inspiration.

𝜗ৎ However, on some random tuesday on his way to work he notices the radio sounds a little.. familar. He tunes up the volume. It's a song he's heard many times before. One he's quite familar with. One he's quite fond of. He listens closer, tuning the radio further up. The vibrato of the voice hitting every surface of his vehicle.

𝜗ৎ He almost crashes on the road due to focusing too hard on the captivating mystery voice.

𝜗ৎ He spends the day humming the base of the song whilst attaining to cars. Even later in the day, expressing his other passion of breaking people; he quietly sings the mash of lyrics whilst bashing a random pedestrians' head in.

𝜗ৎ He can't get it out of his head, the familarity.

𝜗ৎ Even in the server, hours later, he's ranting to the group call about it.

in which reader is babysitting the aftons, and in turn is a victim of elizabeth’s relentless beautifying after she saw a beauty magazine for the first time.

tw: mentions of blood & violence

author’s note : i’ve been very inactive… i apologise i’ve been really busy!! gcses start in a few weeks so i’ll definitely be inactive then but im counting this as english language revision since you have to do creative writing for question 5…. (also im a strong believer michael has anger issues take that as you will)

masterlist.

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when they’re jealous.

pairings: gojo, geto, choso, megumi, itadori, yuuta, toji, sukuna x reader

warnings: wife is used in toji’s, for the most part everything is gender neutral, its literally just communication with yuji

these are fun to make ngl

m.list | ao3

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danny johnson/dbd's ghostface x fem!reader

(only juno is allowed to get fem reader from me, dont bother trying, tho she writes fem reader stuff so feel free to ask her)

danny cant help smiling at you, lost in a little daydream about whatever his twisted version of a domestic life is with you. he knows it a trial, he does, but he cant bring himself to care... much.