we need to bring back the uquiz + picrew era stat i need to be distracted through the exploration of my fake self through the same eight hozier lyrics and none of the hair style options being remotely close to me in real life. this is entirely unironic i eat it up everytime. please tell me about myself mikufan539 i don't know anything.
Am I happy Watcher rolled back their plan and apologized? Yes. Have I still lost any desire to watch their videos? Yes. Do I think people are being too harsh towards Steven, singling him out and such? Yes. Do I think Steven and Andrew bringing back worth it in the middle of a global cost of living crisis is extremely out of touch? Yes.
All of these things can coexist. Feelings towards the situation can be complex. It happens.
Eddie Munson x reader!all genders (Stranger Things fanfiction)
This is my first time publishing any of my work since I really wanted to gatekeep this stuff to myself. I’ll be honest, I wrote a lot of Eddie fan fics so I’ll see how this one turns out. Please be nice, I beg of you. I just did this for fun back in August of 2022.
CONTENT WARNING: alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking, some swearing, NO SPOILERS
Word Count: 3k
Eddie knew well that you hardly expressed crushes on real life boys aside from your beloved fictional characters. He was fine with that, honestly, because competition with some actually-not-real man that was good as paper and had as much depth as a kids blow up pool was nothing too personal for him. It was probably the dark brooding charm female authors would win you over with or the romantic promises these guys had that were downright unrealistic.
Regardless of that, you and Eddie connect really well and while he didn’t want to admit it, he was starting to develop feelings for you.
(Rest of the fic is below the cut)
This was kinda bad. You had only joined Hellfire a year ago and you got to Eddie real good. The other boys didn’t see it as much, but the way you both would squeal and jump for joy when you would come up with campaign ideas and talk about the most recent news of D&D… he never thought anyone else was like him. That was probably the first time he actually noticed you way past being a member of his club. Sure, you weren’t the biggest metalhead like the others, but when he saw you singing along to Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden in his van, he thought he was hallucinating.
But he was the group’s dungeon master and you weren’t held on the same freak level as him. You still hung out with your other best friends and your choice of aesthetic only dabbled in a bit of punk when given the chance. He thought you looked gorgeous when you would mix both. And considering how good you both got on already, Eddie was afraid he’d ruin what was between you. He couldn’t bear making it awkward.
At the end of a long week before a big school break, Eddie invited you to his trailer to hang out. The other Hellfire members had plans, which left the both of you alone.
“Truth or dare?” Eddie asked, while offering you another shot of the brandy. You downed it after swiping it from his hands and wiped your lips with your shirt. “Um, truth. Got nothing to hide.”
“Uhhh, alright.” Eddie leaned back to think. What useful information can he get out of you? He practically knew everything about you since you act like an open book around him. “Okay, I got one.”
“Shoot, Munson.” You didn’t like the clever smirk on his face.
“Who do you think is the most attractive member in Hellfire?”
Damn, you didn’t expect him to enter that territory. Eddie only took up your offer for a drinking game because you were getting sick of him being short of a human smoke machine. You weren’t planning to confess your stupid little crush on him that you’ve had for months now. What would he think of you?
“Wow, uh, you really wanna know?” you laughed it off awkwardly. Eddie noticed your uncomfortableness and chuckled. “I mean, you can answer my question or pick a worse dare, honey.”
God, his stupid nicknames. He wasn’t tipsy like you at the moment because unlike you, Eddie wasn’t a lightweight. “Let me hear the punishment then. I’ll consider my options.”
“That’s so against the rules but since you’re my favorite, I’ll tell you… I dare you to run around the trailer park, naked, and singing.”
“Eddie!” you yelled. “Are you trying to have fun or have me admitted to the nearest psychiatric ward?!” Soon, he was rollling on the floor, laughing. You couldn’t even bring yourself to imagine what you’d look like. Sure, you’d do anything for Eddie Munson, but that? You’d have to pass.
“So, ‘most attractive member’ then? Come on, sweets, we don’t have all night.”
“But won’t that sound like I’m attracted to them?”
“I mean, maybe. Be as objective as you want.”
You gulped. You really didn’t want Eddie to assume you had a crush on him but you also didn’t want him to think you had one on another Hellfire member. The least thing you’d want him to do is tease you with someone else. On top of things, inflating his already big sarcastic ego would end you.
“Um… huh, that’s tough…” You put your chin in your finger and thought hard. None of the freshmen were on the table. Jeff is sweet but he wasn’t your type— he was more like a brother to you, anyways. Last person left…
Everyone in Hellfire wasn’t afraid to admit that Gareth was handsome. Sure, he still had the baby cheeks and freckles from middle school, but you think his hair is really cute and fluffy even way back then. You always went out of your way to point that out and he’d blush super hard. He also gives you the best hugs, rivalring Eddie’s. Gareth is sweet and nice to you in and out of school, opposite of Grant and Eddie who are total pranksters. You have a soft spot for the guy. If only you weren’t so close with Eddie, you’d probably be fully head over heels with Gareth already.
You took a deep breath and shook your head in between a chuckle. “I guess I’m gonna go with Gareth.”
Eddie’s heart kinda stopped. Gareth? Gareth Emerson? He was already planning in his head how he would react when you’d say it was him. Ready to thank you and graciously shower you with praises while you roll your eyes and tell him not to take it too personally. That’s kind of why he asked the question, if he was being honest. He wanted to hear it from you.
You always loved teasing and calling Eddie your “pretty boy”, playing with his hair and braiding it whenever you both hung out. Once, you complimented his doe eyes while you were both out and about, and Eddie never forgot that moment since. It was the first time anyone has really noticed his features like that. The first time you met him, you even said his style was cool because he looked like a certified rockstar. But you thought Gareth was the most attractive when you were both alone right now? Seriously?
Eddie figured he’ll need to down a whole bottle and smoke himself to death once you go home. Then he just got more worried.
Why did he react that way?
“Eds, you good?” You waved a hand in front of his face as Eddie snapped out of his thoughts. You waited for his response after he kind of just blanked out.
He regretted asking you for the truth now. Should’ve just gone with like ‘what’s your go-to ice cream flavor’ or ‘who’s your favorite dungeon master and rockstar whose name starts with an E and rhymes with teddy’. Now, he just felt like some pathetic loser pouting because he didn’t like your answer. God, he felt like a stupid middle schooler all over again.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright.” He looked like he snapped out of his trance but his eyes look everywhere but yours. His hands seize the bottle and he downs some. “So, uh, Gareth huh?”
Completely oblivious, you giggle and shove his shoulder. “Don’t tell him I told you that. Besides, I only see him as a close friend.” You better, Eddie thought. You noticed the tension in Eddie’s jaw and put a hand on his thigh to calm him down. It only had the opposite effect. “Hey. Something’s bothering you, I can tell.”
“It’s nothing. Why did you choose Gareth?”
The way he so quickly changed the subject didn’t slip past you. But you figured it wasn’t worth pressing on more. “I mean,” you scratch your neck, “he’s really sweet and it’s no secret that he’s got good genes.”
Eddie’s eyebrows only furrowed. The grin of disbelief on his face looked less amused and more annoyed.
“Really? I mean, am I not sweet? It’s gotta be the hair, isn’t it?”
You tilted your head in confusion.
“Eddie… are you… jealous?”
You thought he was gonna have a whiplash with the way he snapped his head towards you. “What did you just say?” Despite the utter confusion in his face, you knew he heard you. You smirked and continued.
“Are you jealous of me saying Gareth’s attractive?” His poor best friend Gareth, having no idea that Eddie’s currently dunking his head in a barrel of water in his mind. How dare he look attractive to the person he’s had the biggest crush ever on. Now, they’re onto him.
Playing dumb was his only option. “No, I’m not. Why would I be jealous? Don’t be ridiculous. I’m teasing you about this!” Air quotes and all, you saw through his façade. The defenses were raised and you could tell Eddie was lying. His ears were a brighter pink than before and though you were tipsy, you still had a strong intuition that you just made your best friend envious. The alcohol in your system seemed to not only fuel your courage but also your audacity. You leaned in to mess with him further. “I just figured, y’know, since you reacted when I said that.”
“I did not react.” Such a child. You wiggled your eyebrows.
“Sure…” An idea popped in your head. “Then, you wouldn’t mind if I asked Gareth out after break?”
Eddie thought he was going to faint. Or combust. Whichever was faster.
“Are— Are you fucking serious?!” Eddie jumped in his seat, accidentally banging his knees on the table and staring at you like you’ve grown another head. You were laughing at this point, clutching your stomach and throwing your head back. If only Eddie didn’t hear your previous words, he would’ve thought you looked like a pure angel. But he was genuinely shocked.
“Munson, what has gotten into you?! I’m only joking!” Eddie’s been having heart attack after heart attack with each sentence you uttered. He didn’t know if he should be relieved or pissed off at you. “You really don’t like me going out with him, don’t you? Well, I know how much Gareth means to Jeff. Can’t get in the way of the most legendary bromance in Hawkins.”
Eddie slapped a hand over his face and groaned. He opened his mouth to say something when you beat him to it. “Or does it feel incestuous to date someone from Hellfire? I see why you’re so protective of them. I kinda see the boys as like my brothers—“
“Just shut up!” Playing cards, napkins, plastic forks— they scattered from the table to the floor as Eddie frantically attempts to quiet you. You stopped and stared at him. Usually, you would shrink away and tear up when someone raised their voice like that at you, but you knew Eddie would never mean you any harm. But then again, this was a first. And he sounded so serious.
After no one still said a word, you coughed and decided to change the topic. “… A-Alright, um, that’s enough truth or dare for one night.”
When you were about to leave and walk yourself home, because you were too tipsy as hell to even bike, Eddie insisted you stay. You gave up arguing with him when nothing could convince him to leave you there in the streets all by yourself. He couldn’t drive you either because he was slightly high, never wanting to lose his van because of a DUI arrest, and casually admitted that he won’t be able to sleep knowing you weren’t safe.
You were quite basically trapped in his arms as he cuddled you on his couch.
It was a compromising position, really. You never figured Eddie to be the cuddlebear, but the way he clung onto you was like you were going to disappear from his hands. To make yourself comfortable, you cuddled into him, placing your head on his chest, and Eddie’s heart melted at your gesture.
Your head in his chest, his legs over yours— he was going to be so pissed at himself in the morning.
He knew what he was doing but also not. So did you. This was how lovers would hold each other. It just felt right to be in the other’s arms and not care about the world, a crazy and cruel world. Yes, you were both good friends, but this was just you guys testing the waters of your friendship. No romantic shit. It was just two tipsy best friends cuddling closely on the couch, a thriller movie in the background as soft rain pattered outside. Super platonic. Yep.
You were drifting off to sleep time and time again because of how good of a white noise the TV and rain were, and Eddie couldn’t help but notice. However, he had something bothering him that he had to bring up to you before you start dozing off and become knocked off cold. He couldn’t wait until the morning to tell you since he knew well he’d chicken out again. Perhaps he invited you to drink some alcohol so he could finally confess using liquid courage, and in the case if you’d reject him, he’d just blame it on being drunk. Perfect foolproof plan.
“Hey,” Eddie whispered your name by the shell of your ear. You stirred from your sleepiness and turned up to him. “Hey, um… I’m sorry if I, uh, made an outburst earlier.”
It wasn’t easy to decipher what this was all about, especially when you were half-asleep and in the midst of sobering at this point. “For what? About Gareth? Don’t worry, I know we were being stupid.” You still didn’t understand why he made such a fuss, but you were just trying to move on from the situation. Nevermind figuring out his reasons. Your heart was pounding miles a minute. You were holding your crush like you were partners, and you wanted to be out of there and in between his arms more than ever at the same time. It was worth cherishing this position before you two part in the morning and just pretend nothing happened.
Eddie hated that you said his name again. “Yeah… I just…you know… I guess I was jealous.”
You took a pause to digest what he said. “You were? Oh, Eddie, I know I said Gareth but you’re still the pretty boy! I mean, you know I love your hair and your eyes—“
“No, it’s not that I’m jealous of Gareth’s looks.” Eddie took a deep breath. Yours hitched, waiting for his next words. He tried to look into your eyes but you could see them shaking and he kept averting your gaze. “I… well… shit. H-How am I gonna say this….?”
“… Yeah?”
“I-I got… I got jealous… that you like him.”
At this point you were grasping at sticks. What did that even mean? Was he jealous of the attention? Of your feelings? That another guy was held in a position higher than Eddie Munson, Hellfire’s Beloved Leader? It was starting to get annoying.
“Eddie, we’re so close and we’ve been great friends since I’ve known you. Fucking hell, you’re our Dungeon Master. I know you and Gareth are like brothers and I get it if you don’t want anyone dating in the club. You’ve got nothing to worry about just because I think he’s got looks—“
“No,” he shook his head, finally demanding your attention, “like, I like like you. I have feelings for you and I want to be with you. As your… boyfriend.”
You were certainly stunned.
Maybe you just waited and pushed for him to say it, but you still couldn’t believe it. Did Eddie just confess he liked you? First? You wanted to soar and you felt like you could touch stars. Holy shit. You wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Was it the alcohol that made you like this?
“…And I know I sound stupid or selfish but I guess I have to make my moves now since you want to ask Gareth out.”
Your mouth was still gaped wide open as Eddie continued rambling about how much he liked you. “—like we were alone in the drama room one night while cleaning and we danced to that stupid jazzy song you put on like my parents used to when I was a kid and I didn’t know it at that time but I think that’s when I realized I was falling really badly for you—“
You had scooted your way towards him the entire time he was going on and on, fully facing his direction, and took his hands that were wildly gesturing the entire time. “Eddie.”
“—because you’re just so nice and understanding and patient with me a-and— huh?” He was staring at you like a baby deer in headlights as you cupped his cheek. You could feel the warmth as his eyes widened. “I really like you too. I’ve fallen in love with you for months now.”
There was just silence. Silence on your end because you can’t believe you’ve finally said that, and Eddie was shortcircuiting with the words you’ve said to him. He had to repeat them in his head to make sure they really meant what he was thinking they meant. “You… You really—? But Gareth—“
“I only said Gareth because I didn’t know if I should confess I like you. I’ve had a crush on you since sophomore year.”
“You liked me for that long?! Wha— Wait, I, oh gosh so you actually like me?”
“Eddie, I want to be yours. I love you. I really do.”
That was the happiest he’s been in forever. If he had to put it in words, it felt like someone lit a firework and his heart was fizzing around the room.
Pulling you to him, he mumbled a “may I kiss you?” and you nodded eagerly. Eddie placed a hand below your chin and locked his lips with yours passionately, absolutely savoring this moment because he’s been waiting for it for sleepless nights and hopeless daydreams. It was finally happening.
He whispered in between kisses, “I love you so so much” which made you giggle. “I can’t believe I have the best, kindest, and hottest partner in all of the world.” When you rolled your eyes, Eddie shook his head disapprovingly and kissed you once again until you were literally gasping for air and telling him “okay! Okay! I believe you! Gosh, I love you so much, Eddie!”
At the next campaign, it was no doubt a surprise to Hellfire when Eddie suddenly announced you were his partner the moment you walked in the door.
hi!!! just binged a bunch of your fics 🫶🏽 and it got me thinking—
y’all know that old tiktok trend where girlfriends would pretend they won’t reply to their bf’s “i love you”s (like before they leave or just saying ‘okay’ in response) and their bfs have these adorable reactions of like “🥺😞😭you have to say it back. did i do something wrong? i wont go til you do”
and now I can’t get it out of my head wondering how Eddie or Gareth would react if you did that to them sndjjdjedj
Hey!! I think Gareth would have the adorable reaction you described, all worried and whiny.
"Why didn't you say it back? Is everything okay, sugar? Alright, I'm not leaving anymore. What happened? Did I do something wrong? How can I fix it?"
Eddie, on the other hand, would probably just annoy the hell out of you, poking and tickling you, until you cracked and said it back.
"Hey babe. Love of my life. I love you. Did ya hear me? Sweetheart I said I love you, say it back please. Baby. Baby, please say you love me"
me to people i know irl: YEAH and hes just so classy and handsome it’s crazy like my heart soars seeing his content and he’s super nice and hot but like he’s chill i swear—
But his friend and coworker who only ever talks about him when others bring him up is a weirdly obsessed stalker, right?
She’s the one he needs to be protected from, right?
This is so fucking… neither Joe nor Grace deserve any of this bullshit. They’re human beings. They filmed a show almost two years ago now, and now it finally comes out and yeah they’re touched by all the love but the whole experience as lovely as the majority of fans may be is tainted by people being Weirdos.
Like you have the audacity to go and be this creepily invasive towards the man. Then - because you lack any self awareness - turn around and cyberbully his friend for literally nothing because you’re projecting all your psycho shit onto her apparently.
Because you’re jealous of the fact she actually knows him. That in their roles as fictional characters - there were flirtations.
It’s not ok. Idc how hold you are - nothing about any of this is ok.
This is genuinely upsetting and concerning. The disconnect and outright disrespect of Joseph Quinn as a normal human being with limits, just trying to spend time with his family/friends/acquiantances, is getting out of hand. These people need to be held accountable for their actions and the fact that they may likely not and will justify themselves is terrifying.
This man has been overworked for weeks, flying everywhere and meeting everyone. Being asked the same questions and having go through lines and crowds of people trying to see him. Importantly, he’s never experienced public exposure to this degree before. There shouldn’t even be any speculation that he’s exhausted because it’s so evident at this point. As much as you demand a selfie from him, he is neither obligated nor required to do it. Read the room. I think he’s just putting himself through it with a tired smile because he’s scared that someone will have a bad experience with him and this massive fanbase will flip on him or he’d let a supporter down.
Anyone would fear for their safety and that of their loved ones if people just start breaking into private spaces or share their locations in a groupchat. Just because he is famous does not exclude him from that, and it also does not give anyone the right to breach his privacy. It’s absolutely insane that people have to explain this.
At first, I was on the fence of why people say hectic things about Joseph Quinn fans, and now I get it. It almost feels embarrassing to say you’re one because it means we’re bundled in with these “fans” who should be adressed as stalkers.
Please let the man be. Respect his space. Treat him with kindness. He deserves peace. It just gives the normal fans a bad rep. These things are pushing for a world where Joe might just flat out refuse to interact with the fandom anymore, and honestly, that’s just incredibly sad. You’re scaring your fave, and it’s time to stop.
joseph quinn being scared he wouldn't play eddie right and then proceeding to slay the role, become the white boy of the year (TM), travelling the world, doing more press for stranger things than the whole main cast combined, making nerds and metalheads everywhere PROUD, getting a JACK BLACK shout-out, being constantly hyped by fucking METALLICA and then JAMMING WITH THEM AND HAVING THEM SIGN A GUITAR while remaining a super chill dude
I genuinely feel overwhelmed every time I see him on my feed now bc I got such an overload of his content (TikTok edits, scene clips, interviews, people meeting him, fanfiction, photos) while in an isolated one-week quarantine
and I honestly truthfully need to step back and take a break from him LMAO
just a funny blurb i thought of at 2am but if you like the idea, have fun with it:
**SPOILERS FOR VOLUME 2 OF S4 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK**
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Dustin, poking Eddie with a stick and 101% done with his nonsense: Eddie, get up. You’re not dying on us.
Eddie, unbothered: Let me have my moment, Henderson. I can see the light. I hear the angels. It’s finally happening.
Dustin: Bullshit. You really wanna leave all your hard work behind? Hellfire? Corroded Coffin? Your graduation?!
Eddie, pouting like a child: Fuck Hawkins.
Dustin: Mmhmm. So… fuck (Y/N) too, right?
Eddie: ??? Uh I-I mean—
Dustin, standing up to leave: No, I understand. A guy like Steve will comfort her at your funeral, anyways. Think about the line of dudes waiting for this moment so they can finally snag your girlfriend away. They’ll hug and kiss her because y’know: you’re dead and tell your own girlfriend ‘it’s what Eddie would’ve wanted’—
Eddie, shooting up from dying: OKAY I FUCKING GET IT SHUT THE FUCK UP
dude i love this. eddie is such a Drama Queen it's totally his m.o. it's what the suffers should have actually done (my phone autocorrected their names but it fucking fits so i'm not changing it)
i also love Jealous eddie. steve's not really my type but even as an alt girl i've always had a lot of guy friends like him (i was really good friends with the varsity quarterback in high school and most of my guy friends in college were frat boys) so i have a massive soft spot in my heart for him. we would absolutely be bros and eddie would hate it.
so you would just be losing your shit when eddie and dustin don't turn up and steve being the big softie that he is would be like "no :((( " and immediately start comforting you. i'm talking rubbing your back, petting your hair, forehead kisses, hugging you as tight as possible and letting you cry into his chest. if eddie were missing for a couple days he would not leave you alone; he would even sleep by your side just so you had a familiar presence and someone to hold when you end up breaking down again. he knows what eddie means to you and he can't let you be alone in your grief. this man has some serious platonic love for you.
but then eddie turns up. pretty injured, but covered in makeshift bandages and fighting like hell to get back to you because he loves you so fucking much. when he finally sees you he gets tunnel vision, his face going totally soft and weepy because you're here, you're alive, and you're so goddamn beautiful.
and then he sees steve with his arms around you. and he just. squares up immediately. ("what the FUCK is up steve? no, what did you say dude, what the FUCK dude? step the FUCK UP steve")
to hell with his injuries. eddie shoves steve away so hard he falls flat on his back, and he wraps his arms around you so tight you think he might break you. but it doesn't matter. he's alive. and he's going to be okay.
"i'm here, sweetheart," he murmurs into your hair. "i won't ever leave you. i promise."
steve clears is throat.
"this is all very sweet but, uh, eddie, man? you're bleeding like. really heavily. we should get you to a hospital."
"you've done enough, harrington," eddie hisses back at him.
and of course while eddie is in the hospital you do NOT leave his side. you straight up storm past the police trying to keep you out of his room and tell them to go ahead, arrest you, but you're staying with the man you love. (if you're really into true crime like me you'll also go off about how they don't have enough evidence to press charges and they shouldn't even know he's here anyway because it's a confidentiality issue and that alone is enough for you to sue them)
eddie is so smitten with you in that moment. doesn't matter how much pain he's in, all he can think about is "my baby is so scary. ilhsm <3" (cue john mulaney's "my wife is a bitch and i like her SO MUCH" quote)
steve visits frequently to make sure you're both doing okay. he gives eddie a pack of marlboro reds and a handwritten card that says "i apologize for caring" on the inside as a peace offering.
eddie remains unconvinced.
(send me more asks / prompts, y'all!! my job hunt is going miserably and i need something to keep me motivated)
Reposting this because they’re absolutely amazing and the letter they wrote from my comfort character makes me so giddy inside it’s unbelievable. Thank you so much, Viv! 🫂🫶🏽🥹
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