hehim//1964-66 (27M // bodily 18) oh by the way, I'm an alter of a system- just so we're clear I'm not a "roleplay" blog. Don't be too weird but also don't be too afraid to be weird. -E.M.
Can't interact/follow because this is a side blog. But if I do- interactions will come from my love's account.
About me
Name ; Eddie Munson
Source ; Eddie munson from Stranger things. Bruno madrigal from Encanto. ( As horrible as it is- i forgot about him honestly. )
you can treat me as source, I do not care but be aware that the body is 17 years old. I mostly have source memories from Eddie munson's backstory, they might be different than his "canon" backstory but I still have source memories as him mostly.
also here is a whole website that not only has a shit ton of adventures and such but lets you search for any item or npc or whatever and see their stats and info at your fingertips
Like she's just brushing her teeth in the bathroom with her belly out and I get to come up from behind, wrap my arms around her, and watch myself play with her fat in the mirror? Like I get to kiss her on her chubby cheek? I get to see her beautiful smile on her blushing round face? And all she gets in return is my cock getting hard against her soft ass and a huge breakfast made with all my love?
I've posted about it before but it frustrates me heavily when I go into the fictionkin tag to look at stuff and I just see people who are pro endo when they clearly know nothing about systems and just want to be inclusive. which yes, I understand, but your inclusivity is bringing more misinformation into system spaces.
whether or not endos are real is none of my concern anymore. I'm sure most of them are confused about not remembering trauma, and I'm not trying to invalidate their experiences, but their community is so toxic regardless. they spread misinformation to people who don't know any better and send death threats to people who speak out against them from what I've seen. they don't respect DNIs most of the time and go out of their way to bother people when they can just block. it's what I do, man. I love blocking people.
then I see people in the kin community who support endos while being singlets because they equate systemhood to being nonhuman/alterhuman. being a system is nothing like that, coming from someone who's both part of a system and otherkin. though I have confused alters for kintypes in the past, that doesn't mean there's any overlap in experience.
no, this post is not an invitation for endos and pro endos to talk to me. I don't want to talk to you, we all just want to live our lives. let me rant about stuff in peace and I won't bother you either.
A year ago I wrote an autistic reader x eddie fanfic based on my own experiences of being on the journey as someone who's an undignoised autistic. Now, as someone who's not only older, but also have more of an understanding of herself, I decided to rewrite the fic.
So! To all the girls who had "friends" to later dump you because you weren't being entertaining anymore. To all the boys who were told they were being too emotional, and to all the people who told you you were wrong when you thought you might have autism. This is for you.
Warning: SFW, inaccurate to the times, Fem Reader, second POV, SLUR USES, implied dom/sub, fluff,
Eyes, thousands of them, aimed towards you. That was the first thing that you saw when you transfered to Hawkins Middle School when you were 12. Eyes and whispers. Except for one.
Eddie Munson and you would become inseperable after the first day of seventh grade.
There was a night where you and Eddie snuck up on the roof of the trailer. You were fourteen and he was fifteen. The summer air was cool and chrisp compared to the hot, blistering sun during the day. "Do you think we'll ever get out of this town?" You ask.
"Obviously, don't worry about it. Me and my band will get famous and then you're coming with us." A laugh escapes you as you turn towards the sky, stars winking at you two from thousands of miles away.
"What if it's better you leave me here?" A beat, then the scrapping of Eddie's warn chucks against the roof filled your ears. Your face contorts at the sound as his hands grabbed your face, surprising you.
"I'll never leave you." His voice final. Eddie's eyes, usually wild and carefree in nature, looked serious. "Don't you ever think that I will."
Eddie didn't leave you, per say, but you two had a falling out. Groups straying, it was common, but it tore you apart realizing that Eddie was no longer your best friend.
Sitting at the table filled with cheerleaders, Chrissy Cunningham spoke up, "I have a party at my place tonight." The table immedately burst into chatter at the prospect of Chrissy's parents being out on a business trip for the weekend and that they were leaving her their mansion--to you it was an mansion--and free rain.
There were plenty of girls at the table that didn't like you, you weren't ignorant to that, but you were on the team. You'd joined when you became a freshman in hopes that you'd finally fit in. It worked--kinda.
After the group calmed down and everyone dispurst from the group, Chrissy stopped you. "Hey," she said. "You're invited too."
"I assumed so since I was at the table when you announced it," you explained as she let out a sigh. "Is it just a normal party or is it something else?"
"What do you mean?"
A shrug. Chrissy eyed you for a moment, trying to think of what you were trying to ask her, then soon shrugged it off. "Anyway, see you tonight!"
The house was full, music so loud that you could hear it a block away. Taking deep breaths, you sat in your truck, mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to endure. Noise, drunk people, and sweaty gross teenagers.
You pulled yourself out of your red truck heading inside the house where the crowd was worse than you originally though. Great... just great.
The music wasn't as hard as you would preferred it to be, as you headed through the home, you see an oddly familiar face. What the hell was Eddie Munson doing there? Shaking your head, you turn the other way.
Eddie's eyes followed you as you headed inside the kitchen. His mouth twisting as he pushed himself off the wall. He got invited to the party because of the friendship he ended up having with Chrissy after selling drugs to her and, surviving literal Hell. Thinking about how Jason literally hated his guts becuase he convinced Crissy to not only break up with him, but going out with his buddy, was even better.
Stepping inside the kitchen, you found Mary and Chrissy talking. "You invited her and Munson?"
"Look, they haven't talked since she was fourteen. Come on."
"You're playing matchmaker with the freak and the retard."
You didn't want to listen to the rest. Escaping out the backyard door, you press your back against the light blue siding letting yourself crouch down onto yourself. For the first time in an hour, you could breathe.
The smell of cigrettes attacked your noise, making it crunch as you cover it with your palm. Your head crains up towards your right to find Eddie Munson, who just stubbed out the cigerette.
"Too loud?"
You nod.
Eddie was silent for a long moment before sitting on the grass beside your crouched form. His hand barely touched you, waiting for you to lean into him. He didn't expect you to lean into him like you used to. But you pressing against his side made his breathing easier. Pressing his chin against your hair, his arm wrapped around your shoulders while his other hand held your shoulder.
After a few minutes, Eddie asked you, "Do you want to get out of here?"
"Please," Your voice cracked.
"Don't talk, I got you."
Eddie took your keys and drove your truck to his place. He shut the truck, making sure to lock it because he knew you got paranoid no matter where you were. He lead you to the front door, opening it as he guided you inside the familiar living room. The same baseball caps lined the living room wall, the familiar smell of a candle that Uncle Wayne loved, reminding him of his first and last girlfriend when he was twenty-eight.
Before Eddie could say anything, you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tighter than you ever had. The afteraffect of cigrettes and weed mixed with that cheap cologne and deoderant never felt like home until then.
"Y/n, can you talk to me? What do you need me to do?"
"Just hold me."
"You got it, Sweetheart." His arms tightened into a bear hug, squeezing you so tightly that a laugh escaped from your lungs. "Did something happen at the party?"
"Mary Johnnson," he hums in acknowledgement. "she said I was retarded."
"Hey, listen. Don't let that bitch get to you, ok?" He smiled, "Plus. You look better in that uniform than she ever will." He hoped that the comment would lighten the mood a bit.
Rubbing your eyes, you smile. "You know that's not true."
"Oh, I absolutely disagree."
You didn't want to argue with him, arguing with Eddie was like trying to take candy from a child---there was no way of getting away with it without a fight.
"Why did you stop talking to me?"
"I honestly don't know."
"Was it something that I said or did?"
"No, no absolutely not."
"Do you hate me?"
"No!" Eddie's heart felt like it was crushing in his ribcage. How could you think he could ever hate you? The thought of even thinking that made his stomach twist in disgust.
You watched as he leaned forward, his elbows placed on his knees. "You're one of the most important person in my life. There's no way that I would ever hate you. No matter how hard you shove or hit."
You sat there for a long moment, your body frozen, your throat felt tight as tears threatened to fall. Relief. "Stay right here."
Eddie disappeared, his room was a hot mess, dodging around the percarious tossed clothes and notebooks, Eddie reached his closet. Inside the closet, on the shelf, there was a shark plush. You'd left it there when you were fourteen, the first time that he'd ever witness you have a shutdown.
You were shorter then and so was your hair, you curled up on the couch after you two had gotten back from hanging out with Gareth, Jeff, Emmerson, and Aaron. Eddie came in after talking to Emmerson, who lived just down the corner from him when he saw you curled up on the couch.
He'd never seen you like that up until that point. Your breathing was erratic, tears streaming down your face--he had no idea what to do. He was a stupid fifteen year old at that point, asking and freaking you out more than he should've when you pointed towards your bag, unable to speak of what you needed in that moment.
Eddie stared at that plush every single day after that, wondering what secret powers it held over you until you told him what was going on. Autism, he'd heard of it sure, but the only times that he knew it was in white boys who couldn't do anything for themselves. You, you on the other hand was a girl, who was very much capable of doing remarkable things. A lot more things than Eddie could ever dream of.
Everyday after, he would stare at that plush, sometimes find solace in it's soft material and cry. He could see why she loved it so much. It was a nice cuddle buddy when no one else was around.
Eddie's hands curled around its fins, a toothy grin staring back at him.
Approaching, Eddie laid on his stomach, proping the shark on the arm of the couch.
"You left me!" A high-pitch voice said, grabbing your attention.
"Huh?"
"You left me! Do you know how smelly this place gets? I didn't want to see Eddie's ass for four years!" Your laughter rung through the room like a siren pulling on Eddie's heart.
Standing, Eddie handed her the shark, "I thought you might need him." Sniffing, you took the plush from Eddie's fingers.
"Thanks, I'm sorry that I stopped talking to you."
