Random Eddie Munson HCs

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

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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There was a sea of faces stretched out before you and not a one was the least bit familiar.

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SO GOOD! thank you for doing this request Irma- I knew you would be the best person to send this to! We all need eddie fluff! 

I am so jealous of all this knowledge you have. First 80s metal/music/culture and now art? So not fair. There was some artist that I haven't heard or seen before like Remedios Varo (I love Mexican artists)! - I love that owl painting. I will be looking deeper into her work because holy shit amazing. 

I just wanna come lay in your eddie section of your brain it looks so fun and comforting. I died laughing at "that one looks like my lunch" stoppp he would totally do this!! or "that's you and me" 🥺🥺 ok cute. Do you know what I would trade to see his doodles and art??  Also i love the hc that eddie is really knowledge bc he's smart! He just has to care about it for him to learn/remember it! I wanna eddie art date now please thank you 🥰🥰

Sooo are we headcanoning (Is that a word?) that eddie loves art?? Does that mean art museum dates??

EM, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS! I had been struggling all day to write a fic to cope but I was too sad and this brightened my mood immensely. This is a scenario didn't know I needed in my life but NOW I can't stop thinking about it. And as an artist myself, you bet I got a little too excited, I had way too much fun putting this together. Prepare for a long ass post with references and everything!

ARTWORK HE LIKES

His favorite artistic discipline would be painting and printing (he likes the graphic look of woodcuts and silk screen prints). 

It’s canon that he has a print of ‘The Scream’ by Edvard Munch in his room from that scene in ep 8 where he goes 'THIS IS MUSIC!' , So definitely he might be his favorite and it makes so much sense because his artwork is super dark but also whimsical in a way. Edvard Munch's work is also inspired by his own depression and anxiety so I feel like Eddie finds reassurance in representing/expressing your feelings through art, be it visual art os music (in his case).

I feel like his favorite artistic movement may be the German Expressionism from the early 20th Century. He relates to them because the artists of that movement were basically prosecuted for representing society in the inter-war period so crudely, so he admires that. His favorite collective is Die Brücke.

But I definitely see him as a fan of Surrealism as well because of how many rock album artwork is based on that, primarily Pink Floyd’s albums. 

He’d be a MEGA FAN of Mexican artist Remedios Varo because of her mystical paintings; her work is heavily based in tarot and magic. Bonus point that he thinks it's very metal for a woman to paint in a male dominated scene.

He also likes these two paintings by Francisco Goya. The one of the right is titled 'Witches' Sabbath' so... it's a no brainer why he digs it lol!

And likes Francis Bacon too because he says his artork is 'so metal'

Now, that boy has spent most of his life listening to records while starring transfixed at the album covers, and Eddie would definitely be the kind of hardcore fan that knows all the little details about the production, down to the artist that designed the cover. So he’s a fan of the company Hipgnosis – who’ve designed the covers of a number of bands! Mainly Pink Floyd. Although their work leans more towards photography. 

Not by Hipgnosis, but his favorite Sabbath covers are these:

Also I feel like Eddie definitely likes to draw, is the kind of guy that has doodles all over his notebook but he also has super detailed portraits and designs for his D&D characters and the potential artwork for Corroded Coffin’s logo and future album covers and I bet he designs their merch too. 

MUSEUM DATES

I really don’t think there are art museums or galleries in Hawkins, so if you were going to a museum date I think they’d be out of town. 

But as much as he loves art, I don’t think you’d go on a road trip specifically to go to a museum; I headcanon that his income comes from his drug deals but also working shifts at Thatcher Tire, mostly during the weekend, so you don’t have the necessary free time or means to take road trips frequently. 

BUT, if there’s a concert in a nearby city that you guys really want to see, you make the trip worth it and make it a whole weekend affair. 

You ditch school that Friday and hop on his van really early in the morning, all packed for the weekend, stocked up on snacks and with a fresh film roll on your camera, arriving just in time for the big show late at night. 

I’m not from the U.S. so idk what else is near fictional Hawkins but from looking at the Indiana Map (and what I recall from my experience looking up band tour dates lol) I feel like the places you’d drive to for a concert would be either Chicago or Indianapolis. 

Saturday is when you go sight-seeing around the city and the first stop is always the art museum! 

You’d go to The Art Institute of Chicago or The Indianapolis Museum of Art 

HAND IN HAND THE ENTIRE TIME

Obviously he’s excited to see the collections but is also excited to see whatever contemporary show they’ve curated each time. 

Loves taking notes about the contemporary artists he sees (in his mind he’s building up a list of references for when Corroded Coffin is famous and they need a pro to design their album covers, because while he is good and has good ideas for them, he dreams of collaborating with a professional artist and supporting them as well!) 

We know is a jittery ball and can’t ever be still for a minute so he’s the kind of guy to admire the works kinda quickly – he scans them over and if an artwork doesn’t capture him he moves on to the next in a flash.

But the ones that do catch his attention have him all transfixed – if he has to sit down to admire them he will, and he’ll comment on each little detail that makes it interesting. 

But what he loves the most is making fun of the work! Not in a mean way at all, but he just loves to make it a fun experience. Despises the kind of bougie, condescending douches that like to feel all intellectual and superior when talking about a work a pompous manner 

'Nah man, art is fun' art is meant for you to enjoy it, so you make fun of all portraits and does the voices of each character in a painting  

“She looks like she needs to loosen up that corset,” “that one looks like my lunch after that one night I got drunk by myself and threw up on Wayne’s couch,”  

He also points to the abstract or goofy looking characters in the paintings and goes, “that’s you”, “that’s me”, “that’s how we look like after when we get shitfaced together” 

You’re laughing so hard that the guards are constantly shushing you all throughout and you get mean stares from the people, but you couldn’t care less 

He definitely keeps the brochures of the exhibitions 

And he’s super knowledgeable about art techniques in general, he goes, “oh these are acrylics,” , “this is from Picasso’s blue period”, “this was shot with kodachrome print,” etc etc etc. But he’s not condescending about it in the least and you’re always amazed by how intelligent and knowledgeable Eddie is, no matter how badly he does in school. He’s an actual walking Encyclopedia but everyone underestimates him. 

ALSO PDA TO THE MAX. He constantly has an arm around you, hand inside your jean pocket, kissing in between each artwork that you see, and just random kisses on your temple/head as you walk by each gallery. 

Loves photo-ops and is extremely excited when there’s an interactive exhibit!

If the menu isn’t expensive, you grab lunch in the museum’s cafeteria where you further discuss everything you saw. He loves hearing your opinion about the artwork and is specially keen on knowing what was your favorite 

Because he gets it in a postcard at the Museum’s souvenir shop. He always gets you either a postcard or a tote bag. 

You get him a poster for his room, pins, or a mug (to add to his and Wayne’s neverending mug collection that lines up the walls of their trailer). 

And last but not least, you take pictures of each other all throughout! You get someone to take a picture of the both of you in front of a painting, or you take pictures of each other admiring the artworks, as well as pictures outside the museum gates. 

On sunday you return to Hawkins, but now you have all so much to talk about on your way back, from the concert to the things you learned about in the museum

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

Ya know how we cope.. we read fanfics pretending we are there with them 🖤

“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.”