9. I Dont Know She Always Calls Me Dude I Dont Think Shes Interested In Me Like That. [character] Dude

9. “I don’t know she always calls me dude I don’t think she’s interested in me like that.” “[character] dude come on I’m sure she likes you how could she not- oh.”

for eddie munson x reader omg!! why does this fit perfectly for him tho 😭😭🙏🙏

For @honeeybeezzz and @cryuki-patootie I hope you both like it ❤️‍🔥

*spoiler free completely uncannon canon can’t hurt you here*

“You have one shot, one chance to take him down how do you proceed princess?”

“I creep into his layer raise my poisoned blade and drag it all the way down his fat gut.”

Eddie grinned gesturing for me to roll and take my shot at his latest campaign’s biggest villain. I look around at my team earning a semi confident nod from Gareth and Jeff and thumbs up from the younger boys. Taking a deep breath I lift the die shaking it in my palm. After two months it all lead up to this very moment. Most of my team was already down already slaughtered.

Gareth and I were the last two standing left to face the vile Orcus all by ourselves. He was one of our largest foes yet tearing through our party ten times worse than the demogorgon had in the last campaign. His bloated body towered over us with ram like horns and large wings. Although his character miniature was so small he was the biggest threat we had yet to take on. Eddie the Brave our dungeon master never did like to take it easy on us.

Fighting the urge the squeeze my eyes shut I drop the die to the table watching it bounce once, twice, even thrice. With each bounce it seemed to move in slow motion taunting us. Everyone leaned over the table watching the little numbers move breath hitched, fingers crossed feet tapping. Finally the red splattered white die lands solidly on the table. The number four stares back at us and I could almost hear Orcus’s laugh echoing in my head.

The group howls and cries fists hitting tables chairs flying back. My jaw drops open in defeat, (dnd character name) was done for. Yet another one of my characters lost to Eddie Munson’s relentless campaigns. We had lost, beaten by the evil Lord of the Undead. Eddie leaned forward his most mischievous grin painted on his lips.

“Just before your blade can touch his stomach Orcus’s eyes shoot open his hand flying out to grab your wrist. You struggle but your weapon clatters to the ground. Orcus rises towering over your shaking form. The blood lord reaches behind him pulling out the Wand of Orcus. ‘I will be the last creature when I am done. The cosmos will then be perfect, free of the braying abominations that are all other living things.’ He gloats before pressing the wand to your throat.” Eddie practically beams grinning ear to ear.

“Son of a bitch!” Dustin curses tossing his character sheet to the ground. I let out a disappointed huff slumping in my chair. “Well you guys gave it your all unfortunately for you my little sheep it wasn’t enough.” Eddie sighed. I rolled my eyes tossing a chip from the bag at his head. He just chuckled popping the snack into his mouth.

Everyone began cleaning up gathering their character sheets ready to reevaluate and replan for when we try again. Despite the loss everyone is buzzing with adrenaline from such an intense night. I listened to the youngest boys talking about their new strategies while Jeff and Gareth talked to Eddie. I took a moment staring at the papers of my now dead newest character. The character had given me high hopes with her higher stealth points I thought for sure my plan would have worked.

“Shit Eddie it’s too bad you’re not as good at talking to girls as you are at killing our characters you wouldn’t have a problem getting her to like you back.” I heard Gareth chuckle quietly. Eddie quickly responded by elbowing his good friend in the ribs. My ears perked up at his words. Eddie Munson the freak of Hawkins having a crush? One he didn’t tell his very best friend about.

The information almost made my heart hurt more than getting murdered by Orcus. My crush would just have to remain unrequited. For now I just let it go unknown I had overheard anything returning my focus to Mike’s explanation. “So basically your new character is gonna be based on El?” Dustin questioned a teasing tone to his voice. “Come on man think about it who better than to kick some demon ass!” Mike exclaimed.

“Alright sweetheart you ready to go?” Eddie smiled at me shrugging his leather jacket over his arms. “Yeah dude let’s go.” I say pushing my own jacket on top my Hellfire shirt. The two of us made our way up from the Wheeler basement nodding a quick goodbye to Karen and Holly. Eddie reached his van before I did opening the passenger side for me. “Your chariot m’lady.” He beamed with his Cheshire grin.

With a roll of my eyes I climbed into the van quickly followed by Eddie. “Want me to bring you home or you wanna hang at my place for a bit?” He asked lighting up a cigarette and placing it between his lips. Despite it being a nasty habit it always drew my attention to just how soft and plump his pink lips were. I often caught myself daydreaming about how they’d feel against my own. “Your place sounds great.” I smiled turning up the volume on his radio.

Most of the ride was spent jamming to his metal mixtape and head banging as well as someone can inside a van. Everything was peaceful and carefree not a worry in the world except whether or not Hopper would pull us over for speeding. We came to the very last red light before the road for the trailer park and Eddie turned the music down enough to be heard. “It’s night like these that show me you that we were meant to be best friends.” He smiled his boyish happy smile. “Forever Eddie.” I beamed taking his hand in my own.

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Eddie sat leaned against the headboard tuning and strumming on his guitar while I sat across from him. I couldn’t help but watch the intricate delicacy of his fingers movements across the strings. He had a focused yet relaxed look to him from the comfort of his guitar. A joint lazily sat in his ash tray near by that occasional hits could be taken from. It was just like every other time we’d hang out. Except this time I had a question I needed an answer to.

“Hey Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“Is it true you have a crush on someone?”

Eddie tensed up at the question halting his music his fingers stilling against the cords. I took a deep breath attempting to brace myself for his upcoming answer. He seemed to ponder for a minute about whether or not he would give me the truth his eyes not meeting my own. He cleared his throat leaning his guitar against the wall and picking up the joint. It seemed as if I was completely frozen in time waiting to find out if the man I had been in love with had feelings for someone else.

“Uh yeah actually I do, have for a while now.”

“No shit? And you didn’t tell me! Who is it?”

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart nothins gonna come from it anyways.”

“Uh uh if Gareth gets to know I wanna know you’re my best friend Eds we tell each other every thing.”

“Alright well she’s gorgeous first off all like the kind of pretty they makes you get caught staring at her. And she’s funny like really funny but also has a bad enough sense of humor to laugh at even my dumbest jokes. And her laugh well it makes me never want to stop talking if she’ll keep laughing and looking at me with that smile.”

My heart burned at his description love falling from every word he spoke. My Eddie didn’t just have a crush he was in love with someone. The kind of in love that the cynical non conformist man used to make fun of. I busied myself with picking at a piece of string on my jeans urging the tears to stay put. “So why don’t you ask her out?” I asked swallowing to avoid my voice breaking.

“I don’t know she always calls me dude I don’t think she’s interested in me like that.”

This made my hurt break even more than it already was. As sad as it would make me to see him end up with someone else at least I knew he’d be happy. He didn’t deserve to sit here and fill his own heads with thoughts about not being good enough. I moved myself so I sat right next to him leaned against his shoulder. He rested his head against my own and I swear I could hear his heart pounding.

“Eddie dude come on don’t be ridiculous I’m sure she likes you how could she not I mean- oh.”

As the words spilled from my mouth it gave my brain a moment to catch up. There was only one person who always called Eddie dude. Me. It had started on accident when I got really nervous around him and accidentally called him babe. Even though he had definitely heard me he pretended he didn’t allowing me to lie and say I had said dude.

I felt Eddie stiffen above me shifting his weight a little. My heart was racing now going quicker than I could keep up with. “Eddie I always call you dude.” I whisper. I wasn’t sure why my voice got so quiet whether it was from nerves or if I was scared to be wrong. Eddie let out a nervous chuckle letting his ring covered hand to grab my own. His calloused fingers soothed over my knuckles and he held my hand a little tighter.

“Yeah you do. Truth is I think I’ve been falling in love with you since our first Hellfire campaign together. You were having so much fun and you absolutely fucked up my villains. Or when you surprised me by going to that Corroded Coffin show and you showed up completely decked out for a metal show. You didn’t care who stared but you danced along to every song and even head banged. And when I caught up with you after and you showed me the Corroded Coffin shirt? I remember turning to Gareth that night and telling him that I wanted to marry you someday.”

“Why did you never tell me?”

“I was terrified (Y/n) you’re my best friend you helped me finally make it through my senior year what if I told you and you didn’t feel the same? I’d like to say I could be a big person about it and go back to being your hot best friend and dungeon master but truth be told I couldn’t. I would rather have lived my life being hopelessly in love with you and you never knowing than ever even thought of you not being in my life.”

“For me the first time was when you stood up to Jason for me. I’ve never seen someone recover from a punch so fast. When I knew for sure was when we went to go see Nightmare on Elm Street. As much as I loved that movie it did freak me out a little but for every jump scare scare you wrapped an arm around me and held me closer. I knew then and there that nothing bad could happen if we were together and I wanted to feel that kind of safe for the rest of my life.”

Eddie and I separated our eyes meeting again. It seemed like he was searching for any sign of me lying or making fun of him. This poor boy had a hard time believing that he could truly have anything good. I did the only thing I could think that would show him. I leaned forward pressing my lips to his and from the moment they connected it felt like fireworks in my chest. After a second of shock he was kissing me back.

His other hand moved to cup my face pulling me closer. His lips moved against mine beating every single one of fantasies about this very moment. He tasted a bit like weed and the Yoo-hoo he had been drinking but it was my new favorite flavor. The kiss broke because he started smiling his wide grin against my lips. “Sorry I couldn’t help it you can’t believe how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He whispered pulling back enough to look me in the eye.

“I think I have a small idea.” I giggled. “So uh does this mean I can take you out on Saturday?” He asked still blushing nervously. “I would love that Eddie.” I beamed my chest feeling warm. Eddie’s eyes lit up for a moment and his smile mischievous. “Okay hopefully this doesn’t change your mind but I have to do something!” He exclaimed running out of the room.

Confused I quirked an eyebrow moving to the doorway. I could see Eddie on the phone in his living room waiting for whoever was on the other end. His leg bounced excitedly. I wondered who he could possibly calling in this moment. I mean his uncle was at work and most his friends were asleep.

“Gareth man listen (Y/n) and I just fucking kissed! I know! Hellfire has a new queen boys.”

no cause explain to me why steve, nancy and robin got choked out for like 40 minutes & got off scot-free

meanwhile eddie gets tickled by a bat & has his shit rocked like WHAT?

ALSO keep in mind the same thing happened to steve earlier that season & all nancy had to do was give it a little kiss & slap a bandaid on it and he was perfectly fine

like eddie if you needed someone to kiss your booboos better why didn’t you just ask me 🙄

“Why the hell would you say something like that?”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: instead of the shitty ending we got, he’s gonna live in this fic. you’re welcome<3

warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, crying, trauma, major angst and fluff, language.

a/n: writing is something that is so fun and spectacular. you can create and imagine anything you please. so for me, eddie lives on! and I’m going to continue to dream and write about him! you were a hero eddie, it was your year. thank you for making my life brighter. we love you big boy❤️

“Just promise- promise me y-you won’t lose your- yourself, okay? You have to- live. You have to live, y/n.”

“Shut up! Stop talking like that! You’re going to be fine, Eddie!”

Dustin squeezed your right hand, the slow beeping of Eddie’s bedside vitals being the only thing heard. The room was crowded, everyone slumped in seats, Steve and Robin crouched on the floor. Everyone had tears going down their faces, but you couldn’t shed any.

“We have to get him to a hospital! Dustin- Dustin help me! Steve! Where’s Steve we need him!”

Living in Hawkins was not easy, it never was. You always bounced back, though, whatever the menace that decided to curse the town that season. But this, vecna, everything. It was different this time, and not just for you. Your eyes were glued to the floor, your lips parted as you breathed. There was a feeling in your body that you didn’t understand, a heaviness in your heart.

You were completely traumatized. You’d never seen so much blood, his wounds ripped open from violet claw and teeth marks. His beautiful, shiny white teeth had been stained red. You couldn’t get his face out of your head, smiling up at you from your lap.

“I love you so- so much. You- you’re so beautiful.”

“Dustin, help me carry him! Come on, Eddie, you’re gonna be okay! Shh, it’s alright.”

Violent coughs had smacked you in the face, his mouth spewing blood that made you sob. It had all happened so fast, as cliche as it sounded. You kept replaying every moment in your head, thinking maybe, if you pinched yourself hard enough, you’d wake up from the dream you were having.

He had screamed in pain as you and dustin dragged him to the doorway to your world, and you cried and cried, apologizing profusely. But, you had been running on adrenaline, both you and Dustin, and it made carrying him easier.

No one had spoke for nearly an hour, and despite the glum faces, there was reason to celebrate. Eleven had defeated Vecna. Joyce and Hopper were back. Hopper was alive. Max was hurt with several injuries, but she would be okay. Her and Lucas would be okay. You glanced over to Mike and Eleven, where she rested her head on his shoulder. God, everyone had gotten so much older.

And despite all this happiness, Hawkins’s victory, Eleven’s victory, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“I’m not g-going to make it, y/n. put m-me down, you can’t carry me. dustin make her-”

“No, I’m not leaving you here, dammit! I won’t! We’re almost there, Ed’s, just hang on, honey.”

You had physically exhausted yourself with your strength, Dustin too. You gulped, your eyes going up to his bed. He looked so pale, so cold. His hair was wet and matted with his blood. The nurse had cleaned him some, but it didn’t help much. He was going to be fine, the doctor said, and it was all because you had gotten him to the hospital just in time. He was near bled out when you had arrived. But you wouldn’t believe it until you seen his opened his, his pink lips curling into a smile.

And it wasn’t like you were trying to take away the spotlight from everyone, but they hadn’t seen it, besides Dustin, who still clung tightly to your hand. They didn’t hear his screams, how terrified he looked despite his smile. Their hearts didn’t break, yours did. Eddie was still alive, yes. Your best friend, your lover, and it was the greatest gift god had ever given you, but your heart was shattered by agonizing trauma.

“You hungry?” Dustin’s voice dragged you away from your thoughts, and you blinked tiredly as you turned your head to look at him.

The poor kid was exhausted, and you seen the look on his face that yours held. No one else’s had it, just you two. You shook your head. Eating was the last thing you wanted. “No.” You whispered.

“Me neither.” He sighed, looking at his friends. “You think Eddie will need anything from the trailer?” He spoke to everyone, gaining their attention. “I mean, he’s going to be here for a while.”

“I could go,” Nancy spoke up, her bushy hair wild and bright with crimson colors. “What should I bring, y/n?”

The attention was on you then, and you pushed out a squeaky breath. “I, uh-” You looked over at Eddie, your sweet, sweet boy. You blinked tiredly, a lump building in your throat.

Dustin’s eyes bore into yours, and he patted your knee, letting go. “I’ll go with you, Nance. I know what he’ll want.”

It wasn’t till a half hour later, did Eddie make his sign of life. The room was dead quiet, and you heard it, that little whine that was undeniably his. Everyone’s eyes snapped up to him, and you sat up, your breath in your throat.

“Eddie?” Mike shot up, going to his side. “Eddie, can you hear us? It’s me, Mike!”

You stopped breathing, your fingers squeezing the arm wrests as everyone watched with anticipation. Another groan, a twitch of his arm, and then- “Wheeler?”

Everyone cheered at the sound of his cracked, hoarse voice, going to his side. You watched as his eyes peeled open, those beautiful brown eyes that you loved so much. You seen how quickly life replenished in his face, the color already coming back to him, and Steve helped him in a comfortable sitting position.

But you couldn’t get up and run to him. You couldn’t cheer along like they did. You felt like fainting, truthfully. Your face contorted into tears, your body hunching over as your hands covered your face, your elbows resting on your knees. The relief you felt was too overwhelming for you to do anything else, so you just sat there and cried.

“Where is she? My girl?” Eddie beamed, looking up at everyone’s faces. “Y/n, is she here-" He was interrupted by a sob, your sob, and everyone quickly followed the sound. He cocked his head to see around everyone, and then, he saw you. You were in the corner of the room, your hands covering your face, and you were unapologetically sobbing to yourself.

His bright eyes creased at your figure, and he awkwardly tried to set up, biting his lip as a sharp pain went through his stomach. Robin was the first to read the room, and she softly patted Steve’s shoulder, and the quietly ushered everyone out of the room.

“Y/n?” He smiled softly, his voice full of love. He wanted to see your face so badly. You kept crying though, steadily in your hands as you listened to his voice.

“You gonna look at me, sweetheart?”

You sniffled loudly, your hands shaking as you peeled them away from your face. His eyes softened even more at you. You looked at the ground for a few more seconds, and then you batted your eyes up to him. Your heart soared at his beautiful face.

“Hey, you,” He said playfully, tilting his head. He wasn’t clueless to realize you were crying tears of joy, even though there was much more to it.

You could only look at him, your chest heaving as tears fell down your face. You felt on the verge of a panic attack.

“You know,” He raised his brows. “If you really wanted me gone, you could of pulled the plug.” He chuckled, teasing as he nodded to the electrical wires around him.

You choked on a sob, turning to face the window as you shook your head. “Why the hell would you say something like that?”

His smile dropped at the sound of your voice. It wasn’t just tears of joy, you sounded legitimately upset. Your voice was about as hoarse and cracked as his was, and he noticed the tear tracks that fell down your neck. “Sorry, I shouldn’t of said that.” He licked his lips, frowning when you didn’t look any better. “Hey- hey, honey, come here.” He rushed smoothly, wincing as he sat up.

You obeyed blindly, sniffling and whimpering as you shuffled to his bed. You stilled right beside him, and he looked up at you. “You can touch me, you know,” He said slowly, acting as if you were a baby deer. “I won’t disappear, kiddo,” He chuckled, reaching out to brush his hand against your arm.

The touch was enough to melt you. You nearly fell atop of him, your face burying itself in his chest, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, knees smacking against the floor.

“Whoa, hey,” He wrapped his arms around you. “It’s okay, I’m here, baby.” His muscles aches and spasmed at the weight of you, but he held you tightly anyways. You cried into his chest, your hands fisting his shirt. You reached up and grasped his face, sobbing as your eyes locked into his.

“God,” You cried, resting your face against his. “Oh, god, Eddie.”

“I’m alright, y/n,” He grabbed your chin. “Calm down, take a breath. I’m fine.” It was alarming how much you were crying, how upset you were.

His other hand softly petted the back of your head, his thumbs circling your cheek. “I’m alright.” He pressed a soft kiss against your lips, drinking in your whimpers.

“I’m guessing you missed me then?” He chuckled, closing his eyes.

“I want us to leave, Eddie.” You sniffled, grabbing his face, whimpering at his features. He was still alive, you told yourself. “I can’t- we can’t stay here, Eddie, please. Please-”

“Woah, woah, what?” He sat up, looking up at you. “What are you talking-”

“I can’t.” You sobbed, your voice cracking heavily. Your hand clasped over his heart, shaking your head. “No more, Eddie. We can’t keep- I don’t want to live here anymore! It’s too dangerous, and I can’t-”

He looked at you with wide eyes, his hands resting on your arms. “Y/n,”

“I can’t live without you.” You said more quietly, voice coated with traumatized tears. “Eddie, I was so scared. I still- I’m still scared, I don’t wanna l-loose you! Please, tell me we can go! Please,”

“Okay, okay, shh,” He grabbed your face. “Calm down, shh, it’s alright.” He pulled you close, holding you as tight as he could. He realized know just how traumatized you were. Really, he had trouble remembering all about what happened. He remembered the pain, and the sound of both your screams. He remembered how stubborn you were as you dragged him through the upside down with Henderson. “Y/n, I’m alright, you hear me? I’m here, you’re here. We’re alive, sweetheart. We’re okay.”

You sobbed into his chest, your hand resting at the back of his neck. “Don’t ever leave me.” You cried. “Swear it. Swear you won’t leave me again.”

Despite all of this, he’d never felt more confident. Finally, in his life, he didn’t run. Sure, he got torn up in shreds, but he didn’t run. He was a hero, and it was his year. You made it his year. “I swear it.”

Take Me On [Chapter 1]

Your first day at Hawkins High sees you paired up on an English assignment with the apparently infamous Eddie Munson. With a heart still aching from the circumstances of your move, you eventually come to find that this unexpected partner of yours might be exactly what you’d been needing.

CW - Eddie x fem afab reader, strangers to friends to lovers, sort of a slow burn but probably not too much of one, angst, fluff, eventual smut, non-Vecna AU cause I just want our boy to be safe dammit, Eddie and the reader are 19 and 18 respectively, Eddie is soft but can initially be kinda prickly as a result of his social status, smut tags will be updated with further warnings once smut occurs

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Random Eddie Munson HCs

Hey! Haven’t written anything is such a long time and honestly really miss it! It makes me feel better and helps with the maladaptive daydreaming.

So have fun looking into my brain of how I see eddie - he’s a menace 100% (spoiler free :) ) 18+ only!

calls his SO so many different pet names

some are super cute and heart melty

and some are like 👀 ’wait what did you just call me’?

when others call him “freak” and other shit you get so fired up

he tries to calm you down

“it’s okay bruiser let’s go home”

“come on, no bloodshed today slugger”

definitely likes to lightly bite and lick his SO

that can be their fingers, nose, chin, cheek, ankle - literally any body part

he likes your little giggles when he does it

or when you look at him like ‘really munson?’

asking to bite his dimples in return

really wanting to lick/kiss his eyes but can’t

he makes cannibal jokes after

nibbles a little bit on his hair when it’s wet

hair beard!

if you are confused he likes to grab his hair and pull over his chin like a beard

even does some voices

sometimes he’ll hold his hand (or some other tool like a spatula, hairbrush, etc) like its a microphone while he is singing a song.

then he’ll move his hand so it’s in front of your mouth silently telling you it’s your turn

sometimes you know the words and sometimes not, either way he’s giving you that bright smile and bopping his head like you are giving the performance of a lifetime.

“yeah go baby go!” as you go monotone, repeating the lyrics back to him.

gets the zoomies like a doggo

will jump off his seat like a rocket when he’s happy or excited

sometimes needs to do a little lap and then will come sit back down

okay 18+

but he definitely likes to sniff your panties

OKAY yeah I know don’t @ me!

but he does okay! take it up with eddie!

he likes when you laugh or shout at him to stop or when you even get a little bit more turned on bc of it

you can’t really blame him when you are giving him all that positive reinforcement!

you guys will watch saturday morning cartoons together

sitting cross-legged with cereal in your laps

sometimes wayne would have just came back from a shift and sleeping so you guys know to keep it down

i’ve seen other people talk about how he doesn’t eat a lot of fruit/veggies

and I totally agree

the little shit will mispronounce words on purpose

sometimes his poker face is so good you can’t tell if he’s joking or not

“what is a man-go?”

loves messing with you

one year he licked a banana slug and his whole mouth and tongue went numb for like an hour.

he was ‘oh shit i’m gonna be numb forever!’

trying to decide how long he should wait it out until getting help/telling someone

it went away so all was good

okay i’m projecting that one happened to me at camp one year

i don’t remember how old i was - maybe middle school age - I got dared okay!

speaking of eddie & dares

at the beginning of the relationship you felt like you had to be the sane one and tell him not to do shit

“no eddie don’t let your buddy tase you!”

“get off the ground you are not licking that!”

didn’t take long to learn that he is just fucking with you - he likes you telling him no

he finds it funny and it makes him feel like you care

so it turns from “don’t eddie or I swear to god” into “yeah babe do it”

and he just looks at you, eyes widening telling you he’s gonna

and you just stare back like ‘do it - i wanna see’

just staring each other down

turns into a game of chicken

he usually backs down

but honestly depending on the audience

you are a polaroid couple 100%

he has a sweet little picture of you in his wallet 🥺

and one of you looking like an absolute demon

it’s all about balance you see

look i get that sometimes characters dying is like good for the story or whatever but consider. i want them all to be alive and have family dinners together. check and mate