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for the love of god stopping NOW sharing joseph gif in makeup movie. i'm leaving at hospital level, i will die, this man is so hot i can't to deal with him

steve and eddie in that one scene:

fuzzy duck

ducky fuzz

does he fuck?

FUCK HE DOES !!!!!!!

The Hate You Give

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: slight angst, a hint of unrequited love (not for long tho), mature language, slight mention of bullying, mean!Eddie (don’t worry he fixes himself), that’s pretty much it lmk if i forgot anything!

Note: ahhhhh! this is my first time posting a fan fic. im really insecure about it so please be nice! but also feel free to leave any critiques! i will write a part two if you guys like this one. it’s really short, i know. also this is not proof read.

Eddie Munson. The sour tang that fills ur mouth when his voice registers through ur ears, is unsettling. Eddie Munson had been nothing but cruel to you for the past 3 years. You had no idea why. You had even tried to be his friend, but that was three years ago and you didn’t want to relive that moment.

You could sense his hateful stare on your back from across the cafeteria, something that wasn’t foreign to you. Ever since you moved to Hawkins, Eddie had hated your guts. Why? You had no clue. You had never called him any mean names, only approached him once.

It was sophomore year and your first day at Hawkins High. You had no friends and you were feeling particularly lonely. You watched the boy from your corner of the cafeteria. The way his chocolate brown curls bounced as he got up from his seat. The way his usual puppy dog, doe eyes turned into one’s full of pure anger and hate as he stared down one of the jocks. The way he climbed up on top of his table and screamed at that same jock from across the room. Watching as he made devil horns and stuck out his tongue and made devilish noises. It had made you giggle, you thought he was brave for that.

You hadn’t even realized you had ended up at his table. Your feet had almost carried you there before your brain could process anything. “What do you want?” he barked at you, braking you from your trance. “I-I” you couldn’t even get the right words out. He was so intimidating, but you liked it. “If you came here to make fun of me, you should save your breath.” He looked at you with his big brown eyes, something was behind them but you couldn’t quite tell what it was. “No! I just wanted to say what you did back there was really brave and really cool of you” you finally managed to get out. There was a beat of silence before Eddie was back on his feet, staring you down only inches away from your face. “Yeah well I didn’t do it for you so you can fuck off” the pure hatred in his eyes had caused you to back up and almost run out of the cafeteria, tears welling up in your eyes.

Little did you know, after you left the cafeteria one of the boys at his table had spoken up. “That was really harsh Eddie” it had been Dustin Henderson who had dared to speak up against the dungeon master. “Yeah” Mike Wheeler had agreed, along with all the other boys who sat at Eddie’s table. “She was probably just like the rest of them, if I had indulged she would have just played some stupid fucking joke on me” Eddie had replied with a tint of sadness and regret behind his eyes. “Had she been genuine?” He thought to himself. He was soon filled with nothing but guilt and regret.

Ever since that day, it seemed as though Eddie felt nothing but hatred towards you. Always burning holes in your back with hate-filled daggers from across the room, always whispering hateful things in your ear whenever he could. It had been three years and you had had enough. Usually you returned his snarky comments, giving the same energy back to him. But today was different.

You had already been having a rough day. First, you had gotten in a fight with your parents, over nothing particular, just them being complete and utter assholes to you for no reason. It didn’t end there. Once you got to school, you had over heard some cheerleaders talking about you. Normally, their cruel words wouldn’t have effected you, but today it left you with a bitter taste in your mouth and a heavy heart.

You had made your way to the girls bathroom, only to end up sobbing against the bathroom floor with your head in your hands. God knows how long you were in there before finally getting up and trying your best to fix yourself up in the bathroom mirror. By the time you got to class, you could feel the tears you had tried so hard to push away trying to escape your eyes once more. You hadn’t even realized someone was talking to you until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to look at whoever was attempting to talk to you. There he was, the last person you wanted to deal with today. Your glossy, red eyes met Eddie’s hate-filled, brown ones. “Damn y/n who’s got you looking like such a mess today?” You only glared at him in response. “Was it Jason? Or was it Andy? Or maybe it was Patrick? Too hard to keep up with all the guys you let between your legs.” Normally, it wouldn’t have bothered you, but the effect his words had on you today was so strong you felt the tears you had tried so hardly to conceal, making their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks. “Fuck you Munson” you had said, grabbing your bag and making your way out of the classroom, completely ignoring your teacher calling your name.

To say Eddie felt bad was an understatement. He felt absolutely horrible. The second he saw the tears in your eyes, his heart sank. Truth is, Eddie didn’t hate you. He actually really liked you, he just didn’t know how to express it. He had never been shown love as a kid, giving that his mother left when he was just a baby and his father never even cared about him in the first place. Wayne had been the only person to ever show him affection. Even then, Eddie had never been able to reciprocate it.

Eddie had thought about you every single day since your first encounter is the cafeteria. He wanted so badly to go back in time and change the way he had acted towards you. But it was too late. So Eddie did the only thing he knew how to. It was easier for him to pretend he hated you than to face the feelings he really felt towards you. But seeing you cry because of him filled Eddie with nothing but regret, guilt, and sadness.

After class was over, Eddie had made it his mission to find you and apologize. It was the least he could do, he thought to himself. After what felt like hours of searching the school with no luck, he was about to give up. Until he heard a door open. He turned around only to be met with the saddest pair of eyes he’d ever seen. Your hair was up in a messy bun with stray strands framing your face. Your cheeks were bright pink while the rest of your face was pale like a ghost. Your eyes were completely bloodshot from crying with bags underneath. Still, Eddie thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

The second you saw Eddie, you turned on your heels and made your way to exit the school. “Y/N wait!” he called after you. You continued to make your way towards the door, his footsteps getting closer and closer behind you. You were halfway to your car before you felt his hand on your shoulder, spinning you around in one swift movement. “What Eddie? If you’re just going to call me a slut or a whore or some other mean name just save it! I’m not dealing with this today.” The genuine pain behind your eyes left Eddie feeling even worse than he did before. “No, you’re not a whore or a slut. I just came to apologize for what I said back there. I crossed the line and I’m really fucking sorry.”

You were taken aback by his sudden apology. Eddie had never apologized for anything he said to you before. The usual hate in his eyes was replaced with worry and concern. His hand was still on your shoulder and you swore it was burning a whole into your skin. After what seemed like hours, you shook his hand off your shoulder and turned to walk away from him. But just like that day in sophomore year, in the cafeteria, your feet had carried you back right in front of him before your brain could even process what was happening. “I have never done anything to you Eddie. I have been nothing but kind to you even though you make my life a living hell every single day! Why? What have I done to make you hate me so much? All I ever wanted was to be friends with you. But you fucked that up just like you fuck up everything else in your life!” The words left your mouth faster than your brain could keep up.

Instant regret filled your head and you were about to walk away until you felt Eddie’s strong hands on your waist, pulling you close to him. Your eyes met his and before you knew it his lips were on yours. You were stunned at first, but eventually you returned the kiss. He tasted like cigarettes and weed, but you didn’t mind. His lips were soft against yours. As cliché as it sounds, it felt as though his lips matched perfectly with yours, like they were meant to meet. The kiss had your toes curling and your brain foggy. You didn’t even realized he had pulled away until you heard him speak.

“I never hated you and I never will. I’m so sorry for everything. I’ve liked you ever since that day you came up to me in the cafeteria. I’m just an idiot and I convinced myself you were playing a joke on me. I couldn’t believe a girl like you could ever possibly like someone like me. I’m so sorry y/n.” You looked up at him in complete and utter shock. Silence filled the parking lot. It wasn’t until you heard birds chirping in the distance that you were brought back into reality. You digested his words and spoke your own.

“I’ve liked you ever since I first saw you in the cafeteria that day in sophomore year Eddie.” You looked up at him, trying to read the look in his eyes. He responded by pulling you close to his chest. One hand on the back of your head and the other placed firmly against your back. He held you like that before speaking again. “I’m so sorry y/n. For everything.” He whispered in your ear. “I forgive you.” You said, pulling away to look him in the eyes. “Can we get out of here and do something? Just us.” You asked, without even thinking. “Of course, I have a few ideas in mind.” Eddie had said with his signature shit-eating grin. And with that, you both made your way to his van, hands intertwined.

This is so attractive goodbye…

its wet, sticky and gushing

😏 *tucks hair behind ear*

𝒇 𝒓 𝒂 𝒈 𝒊 𝒍 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉 𝒐 𝒖 𝒈 𝒉 𝒕 𝒔 || 𝘦.𝘮

Eddie Munson x gn! reader Summary → Being Eddie's best friend and having a crush on him is tough. What happens when he asks out Chrissy and you feel a bit jealous.

Word Count → 978 Requested → no Request Status → open

A/n || This isn't canon to the ST plot, Chrissy doesn't die, Eddie isn't considered a murderer [ he's still 'the freak' ]. I'm sorry if you don't like that, criticism is very much welcome. Also this is fairly short, and I might write a part 2. Happy reading! <3

➽─────────────────────────────────────────❥ You were currently sitting in the back of Eddie's van, smoking one of his pre-rolled joints that he had stashed as you waited for him to finish his latest drug deal.

You had been waiting there for him to finish up for about twenty minutes already, getting slightly bored you opened the door at the back of the van and started swinging your legs off the edge.

What the hell is taking him so long?

His deals took a while sometimes, but not like this. You were too cought up in your own thoughts to notice both the front seat doors had opened and not just Eddie, but Chrissy Cunningham hopped in too.

"Close the door will ya?" You heard Eddie say over his shoulder.

"You got it boss." You responded in a sarcastic tone. "So what's the cheer princess doing here?"

"She's not the cheer princess, be nice [y/n]. Anyway, we're going back to my place to get some of the stronger shit. I'll drop you off on our way there." Eddie said, making you slightly confused. You doubt Chrissy had ever done any sort of drugs in her life so why would she try and get the 'stronger shit'. Eddie knows not to push peoples limits with drugs, something else is up.

And not only that he's blowing you off to sell drugs to some priss.. Well you know she's actually really nice, but you were slightly annoyed, he's been blowing you off to do other things for the last two weeks now.

"I thought we were hanging out tonight?"

"Sorry dude, plans change. But we can hang out tomorrow, promise." Chrissy had stayed silent for that entire conversation, and Eddie had just started up the van.

The entire car ride was filled with Eddie trying to impress Chrissy, and Chrissy doing the hair twirl thingy and giggling. And you sat in the back, very awkwardly, waiting for your stop.

Eventually, you'se had reached your house. Very clumsily getting out the van and giving them a half hearted wave as you walked up the drive-way. Eddie didn't even honk his horn as a goodbye.

You walked into your house, kicking your shoes off and putting them on the rack near the door. You made your way to your room and jumped onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow.

Eddie likes Chrissy..

You should be happy for him, that's what really matters, that he's happy. But you couldn't help but feel a sort of pain, I mean you've liked him since you first talked to him on your first day of high school.

But you couldn't get yourself hung up on those thoughts, feeling sorry for yourself would do no good in this situation.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You had fallen asleep after trying to deter your thoughts to something other than Eddie, but that didn't work very well and you were now dreaming about him being outside your window, knocking on the glass to get your attention.

You stared at him groggily, before getting up with your quilt wrapped around your body as you made your way to your window and opened it for him.

"C'mon dream Ed, s'cold out side, wouldn' want ya t'get sick." He very ungracefully made his way through and stumbled into your room.

"Dream Ed?" He questioned, seemingly confused. Of course he's confused, he's confused by everything so obviously he'd be confused in your dream.

"Yeah, y'dream Eddie, real Eds is off with Chrissy, prolly kissin' n' stuff." You answered casually.

"Ahh, okay. So real Ed is off kissing Chrissy, and what does dream Ed do?"

"Dream Ed is here t'taunt me about m'feelings." You kept slurring all your words in your sleepy state and Eddie found it quite adorable.

"May dream Eddie know what these feelings are about?"

"Must you?"

"If I say yes, does that mean you'll have to tell me?"

You groaned at him, very much not in the mood for this type of banter at the moment. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes to get more serious. "If I tell you, you can't tell real Eds what I told you. Pinky promise." You stuck your pinky finger out for him to lock his with.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He hooked his pinky finger with yours in an unspoken promise.

You cleared your throat as you prepared to tell him. "I have a wee bit of a crush on real Eddie, but he likes Chrissy, and I'm happy for him ya know? But I can't help feeling upset because I've liked him for like.. ever. And I know I should just get over my feelings and push it all aside, because he deserved to be happy and I can't provide that for him, not like Chrissy can at least. And she's so pretty and nice and-"

At this point Eddie could tell you were rambling, but he wasn't paying attention like he usually would, he was too caught up in the fact that you liked him. Yeah he liked Chrissy, thought she was sweet enough, but he was only showing off to her to try and get over you. But he wasn't gonna tell you that right now.

Not in your tired sleepy state, not when you can't even comprehend that he was really there and it wasn't a dream.

"[y/n] I think you should go to sleep, especially after telling me such a big secret after all."

"Yeah, yeah. I think you're right." You layed yourself down on your bed, still wrapped up in your quilt, eddie was sat at the edge of your bed, positioning your favourite stuffed teddy next to your head as you closed your eyes to sleep.

You could've sworn that as you driffed off to sleep dream eddie kissed your forehead, but that's impossible.

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Make A Ducking PART 2 TO THAT EDDIE MUNSON X M READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I FUCKUNG NEED NOWWEEE

it should be out either tonight or tomorrow depending on how much I get done because I have a few assignments and an exam coming up. <3

𝒇 𝒓 𝒂 𝒈 𝒊 𝒍 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉 𝒐 𝒖 𝒈 𝒉 𝒕 𝒔 || 𝘦.𝘮 [𝘱𝘵.2]

Eddie Munson x gn!reader Summary → Being Eddie's best friend and having a crush on him is tough. What happens when he asks out Chrissy and you feel a bit jealous.

Word Count → 1.0k+ Requested → yes Inbox → open Warning → This writing peice contains use of drugs, and intoxicated confessions/kissing. If that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.

A/n || I hope this is what you guys wanted, I'm sorry if it's not. I'm sorry it took so long to get this out, some stuff happened and I ended up getting grounded, i lost motivation half way through this, but I wanted to finish it for you guys. As always criticism is welcome. Happy reading! <3

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Eddie had left about an hour after you had fallen asleep, his thoughts were conflicted about everything you had told him. Should he confront you about your feeling and tell you he feels the same. Or should he just leave it and go on a date with Chrissy and see how it goes.

He was walking down the street in the dark, he was at your house to tell you he wasn't going to be able to hang out with you tomorrow, becuase he had landed a date with Chrissy.

But now he doesn't know if he should go, I mean yes he likes you, and yes he does want to be with you, but what if you guys break up. What if it ruins your friendship. At least with Chrissy he could just avoid her.

He had reached his trailer and walked in immediately going to greet his guitar for the second time today. His thoughts drifted to Chrissy, He was pretty, and smart and could hold good conversation. But she was nothing like you, she couldn't make him laugh to the point where you were both wheezing, she couldn't hold her own in a fist fight against three guys, she didn't have any little tics like you had like when you stuck your tongue to the side of your mouth when you were focused, or how your nose twitched when you were nervous. She just wasn't anything like you.

What if he did take his chance with you though? And everything worked out? What if you two really ended up being together forever, God he'd be so happy to spend the rest of his life with you.

He didn't know what came over him, but he soon drifted off into sleep, thoughts already latching onto every memory he has of you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You had woken up to the sound of your {Parental figure} shuffling around, clearly trying to get ready for work, but right now you couldn't care less. You were still tired, thoughts of last night very far from you mind as you tried to close your eyes and go back to sleep.

But alas you can never get what you want. Your {Parental figure} had barged through the door and ripped the sheets from your body. "I hope you weren't planning on sleeping the whole day, you still have school." They said somewhat sternly, yet their voice still held a light teasing tone to it.

You couldn't help but smile up at them. "Of course not, Par." You said groggily.

"Well get up and goin' then."

You were about halfway dressed before there was a light knock at your door. You opened it, expecting to see one of your siblings, but no. It was the one, the only, Eddie Munson. "Whatcha doin' here Ed's?" You asked, almost forgetting you were currently topless. You would've forgotten completely if you didn't notice Eddie's eyes keep shifting down to your chest.

You quickly slung on the t-shirt you were holding. "Eddie?"

"Oh right yeah, uhm, I came to pick you up for school."

"You never do that unless you wanna ditch."

He gave you a knowing look, and you immediately understood. I mean he did say you two were going to hang out today. But you would've assumed he'd be too busy with Chrissy.

"Ah I see, and what exactly would we be doing?"

"I don't know, we could go to Towers, or we could chill around Lovers Lake and get high." He whispered the last part so no one else would hear and get suspicious.

"We could always do both, we'll have six free hours to spend."

"True true, we have time to do that and more." He finished his sentence with a wink.

Why did Eddie just wink at me? Your hands got a little clammy but you ignored it and grabbed your school bag to make it seem like Eddie was actually taking you to school.

You'se walked down stairs together, and past your {Parental Figure}. You waved towards them and yelled out a quick 'goodbye' before you left the house with Ed.

Once you were in Eddie's car he spoke, "Hey I was wondering if you wanted to head to Lovers Lake first, no better way to start the day than getting high, right?"

"Yeah sure I don't mind."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You guys had made it to the lake, now both of you were sitting crossed legged near the water, a blunt being shared between the both of you.

You had barely spoken a word, too busy enjoying the view in your high and relaxed state of mind.

You also hadn't realised that Eddie kept glancing over at you the entire time. He was currently debating in his mind if he should tell you that he likes you, or if he should just stay quiet and still head to that date he had with Chrissy later in the day.

Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was the way the early morning sunlight was hitting your skin perfectly, or maybe it was just pur confidence. But before he could second guess his decision he blurted out. "I like you."

"What?" You looked over giggling.

"I like you. Like, like like you. Like I'm pretty sure I'm probably in love with you."

"Are you joking right now? Because I swear to God if you are I'll drown you in the lake."

"No I'm not joking, I like you, romantic stylz, with a 'Z'."

"Yeah I could hear the 'Z'." You replied laughing, "I like you too Eddie."

"I know." He said nonchalantly, then he sure the confused look on my face and realised he shouldn't have said that. "It's just, ugh, you're really bad at hiding it, ya know?"

"Was I really that bad?" You cringed at the thought.

"Yep." He said popping the P, he'd tell you one day how he really found out. Maybe at your wedding day, or when you're on your way to having your first kid. But he knew for sure he wasn't telling you right now.

You both fell into a comfortable silence, just staring at eachother. Before he spoke up again. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes."

You'se both leaned in, lips kind of pursed. Your hands went up to grip his shoulders as your lips touched in a light, clumsy kiss.

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