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Eddie Munson with a male reader that has scary dog privileges, like he is tall, strong and looks scary, but when in private he's just a cute little puppy for Eddie

stop this is so CUTE oh i love this <3 i imagine that eddie is a lot softer because of m!reader around to protect him :], anyways i'm not too experienced with m!reader so i hope this was ok!! also tw: jason LMFAO | 1.2k words

"Sweetheart, you want anything?" Eddie asked as he parked his van in the gas station lot. as soon as he could let go of the wheel, he'd placed his hand on your thigh, giving a light squeeze.

You shook your head, smiling slightly. "It's okay, I'll come inside with you. I need to use the washroom anyways."

He nodded before unbuckling his seatbelt and did one last check for the things he needed before you two left the car. As Eddie was busy checking the glovebox for his wallet, you took the chance to survey the parking lot for other cars and spotted a few high schoolers loitering in the far corner of the lot.

"Alright, let's go!" Eddie chirped and quickly hopped out of the van, making his way to the front of the car to meet you halfway.

As you got out of the vehicle, you laid piercing eyes on the jocks, who had been staring at you two ever since you arrived. You recognized one of them as Jason, who you knew from the multiple incidents of them beating down on Eddie. Your mouth set into a straight line as you took one last look around before following Eddie inside the store.

You tensed up when the jocks started to make their way towards the store. Almost immediately, you went into defense mode, puffing out your chest and standing closer to Eddie. Several scenarios ran through your head, most of which involved you not leaving your boyfriend's side the entire duration of your time inside the store.

Eddie noticed your fidgeting beside him as he walked through the aisles. He wasted no time in grabbing your hand and pulling you close, his eyebrows twisted up in concern. He could see right through your tough façade from a mile away. "You okay? What's wrong?"

"Jason and his lackeys. Headed this way." You spoke in a low voice, your breath tickled Eddie's neck.

He took a subtle glance out the glass panes before turning to you, eyes wrinkled in humour. "Look at me. I'm fine, okay? They're just some dudes in letterman jackets trying to buy stuff from the store. I. Will. Be. Alright."

Eddie took the chance to squeeze your hand in reassurance, your hands dangling low and out of sight. "Now, go. I don't want you pissing in my car!"

He laughed, pushing you towards the back of the store. You reluctantly let go of his hand, grumbling the entire way to the restrooms. When your boyfriend was finally out of sight, you rushed off to relieve yourself as swiftly as you could to get back to him.

Eddie continued to peruse the aisles, plucking any food item he thought you'd like off of the shelf. They were playing Metallica on the radio, and he hummed along to the song as he shopped. Unbeknownst to him, Jason had his eyes set on his target, his friend trickling into the store behind him and making their way down the aisles.

Eddie was crouched at the end of the aisle, choosing between two different snacks when he felt a presence close by. Looking up, he found two pairs of sneakers staring back at him. He froze for a few seconds before standing up to face the strangers. Eddie knew immediately it was Jason and found himself regretting sending you away so early.

"Gentleman, anything I can help you with?" He gave a nervous smile, attempting to shrug off the anxious feeling creeping up the back of his neck.

The boys said nothing, only glancing at each other before looking back at Eddie with sinister smiles. "I heard you were stalking my girlfriend, freak. That true?"

He refused to answer, but the fear in his eyes gave him away. Eddie watched, terror striking through his limbs. Despite his odd outbursts and silly demeanor, he had always just been vulnerable underneath. Jason raised his fist and Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact.

It never came.

Eddie waited for one beat. Two beats. When he still hadn't felt a fist contact his cheek, he slowly opened his eyes and found the two boys had stepped back, eyes still glaring. But not at him, he found, but beside him.

You had arrived just in time. After drying your hands off from the bathroom, you made your way back into the store when you saw the bullies stepping menacingly toward Eddie. Blood roared in your ears and you felt your hands form into heavy fists, hurriedly moving to his rescue.

"You need to leave. Now." You snarled, stepping in front of your boyfriend. You could feel Eddie trembling slightly behind you, and it only added fuel to your fury. Now that you were facing them, you couldn't help but smirk at how you towered over them.

You let your eyes flicker behind them before your gaze darkened again, and you took a menacing stride towards the high schoolers. "The girl at the register can see you and she's already got the phone to her ear to call the cops. Unless you want to start something I know damn well you can't finish, I suggest you leave quietly. Unless you'd rather take this outside?"

Jason stared right back, attempting to puff his chest and intimidate you. You moved closer, practically looking down at him now. Jason broke eye contact first, visibly gulped, and stepped back into his friend. "Yeah whatever, man. Stay away from my girl, got it freak?"

The jock attempted to menacingly step towards Eddie, hand up and finger pointing but was quickly blocked by your chest.

"Touch him and you'll lose that hand, Carver." With that, Jason quickly backed away, nudging his friend to follow.

You watched as they scurried out of the store and back to their car, the girl at the register giving you a reassuring nod. Eddie let out a breath of relief behind you, reminding you that he was still there. You took the chance to look back at him, eyes slowly softening at how his hands slightly shook.

Without hesitating, you took his hand in yours and dragged him back to the van, Eddie dropping his snacks along the way. As soon as you got Eddie into the front seat and closed the door behind you when you got into yours, you let out a heavy sigh.

Eddie waited a few moments before turning to you, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. He took his hand and placed it onto your bicep, squeezing the tight muscle. "You okay?"

You met his gaze, allowing your tough façade to fade and instead be replaced by a small frown. Your head fell towards him, forehead resting on his shoulder.

"No. I'm never doing that ever again, Eddie. That shit was terrifying." You pouted.

Eddie chuckled lightly, bringing his hand up to rest on the back of your neck. "Still, 'm glad you're here to protect me. My knight in shining armour."

You smothered your face into Eddie's chest to muffle your laughter. "I think I'm very far from a knight."

Your boyfriend's fingers scratched at your scalp, tugging slightly at the hair to force you to face him. Eddie grinned down at you. Gone was the fear that had previously been flooding through both your veins.

"Right, right, sorry. No shining knight. More like a puppy hidden in a grizzly bear's body," Eddie snickered, and your face grew bright tomato red.

You couldn't fight down the laugh that bubbled in your chest, instead burying your face further into his chest.

"Shut up, please."

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Todays doodle! Shirtless Eddie!! (╯▽╰ )

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CAN SOMEONE GET ME A PICTURE OF EDDIE MUNSON WEARING GLASSES?! Its for a thing I'm writing

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CAN SOMEONE GET ME A PICTURE OF EDDIE MUNSON WEARING GLASSES?! Its for a thing I'm writing

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✨ Eddie Munson + Details Part 1 ✨

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vampire eddie, biting kink, some sort of handcuff usage. go nuts.

Take It Easy

Pt. 1

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Alcohol, Angst, Depression, Blood

Y/N shifted the van into park before pulling the keys out of the ignition. Starting out at the seemingly abandoned trailer home Wayne Munson and his Nephew used to reside in. Every time, every week you came it was always the same. The same melancholy mixed with existential dread washed over your body as you grabbed your bag and hopped out of the drivers seat, quickly heading up the short flight of stairs and creaking open the metal door.

No hats lined the walls anymore, no collection of mugs on display. Wayne had taken anything and everything of sentimental value out of the trailer when he left months ago. The day he finished packing and you’d come by as you always did he stopped filling the box and walked over to you.

“Y/N..please stop coming here…He’s not coming back.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing but as you watched the older gentleman’s resolve crumble and a tear fell from his eye you knew he was just tired of waiting and hoping that Eddie would burst through that door one night. He’d missed too much work and sleep in the last weeks and he just couldn’t stay there anymore.

You bit your lip as you looked up at the tear in the roof, insulation where the black vines used to fill the space. There were still marks on the ceiling that reminded you of burns, stretching out, making vein like patterns. Wayne took your hand and placed something small and cold into it tearing you from your thoughts as you looked down at the set of keys, quickly looking back at him and shaking your head.

“Wayne, I can’t.”

“You can and you will Y/N. Along with anything else in his room, take it. The apartment doesn’t even have enough room for most of my things..he’d rather you have it than..” He trailed off with a shuttered breath, unable to finish his thought process of taking his missing nephew’s belongings to a donation center. Y/N wanted to cry but it was as if they’d run out of tears as they felt their face get hot, going into his room was so painful he could understand Wayne preferring someone else handle the task.

Walking over to the dresser that had sheets with music and lyrics written on them, notebooks with his future campaign plans. You couldn’t read anymore. You didn’t want to continue to test your body’s ability to not break down again, but as you went and sat on the untouched bed still as messy as the last day he’d managed to pull himself out of it. You leant over and hid your face in your arms as you heard the loud noise of the box tape being stretched out and placed on the seam of the cardboard box.

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Dust flies into the air as the old Chevy van barreled down the dirt driveway of the trailer park, the couple sitting outside of their RV hollering at the driver to ‘slow the fuck down’, that there’s kids that live here despite it being close to midnight at that point.

As Y/N stepped out and slammed the car door he looked towards the flickering out of season Christmas lights and raised the hand that wasn’t holding a six-pack of beers connected at the top by rings of plastic and flipped them the bird before making his way up to the trailer, almost tripping up the steps and bursting through the door face first, thankfully catching himself before swinging it open after a moment of struggling to get it open. It always had a habit of sticking, Wayne or Eddie would usually spray the hinges and latch with WD-40 both to avoid forcing it and to keep from disturbing the other’s sleep schedule as they tended to sleep and come home at opposite times.

The old woman looked over at her husband as he tossed another old newspaper into the small fire they had in the pit in front of them. “Been a while since anyone lived there, should we ring the police?”

Her husband scoffed and shook his head. “You old bat, that’s Wayne’s place. Either it’s one of his boys friends or another shit bird coming to use it to smoke dope. Either way, it ain’t our business..” His wife glared at his insult before standing up and pulling her robe around herself in a comforting fashion. It was true that she’d forgotten, but seeing that van pull in like a bat out of hell did seem to jog her memory.

Three months. Y/N closed and locked the trailer door behind him as he walked in and assessed the condition of a place he used to spend so much time at. Taking his lighter out of his pocket he flicked it open and the small amount of light was enough to illuminate the space of the living room and some of kitchen. Dust particles along with what was likely airborne insulation floated around as he walked around looking at the graffiti littering the walls.

‘Hawkins Local Freak: Missing’

A debatably badly drawn pentagram in red spray paint. Y/N chuckled softly and shook his head as he went to the kitchen bar and placed his beer down before pulling one from the plastic. “Never were many people as creative as you where Eddie. Not here anyway..” Y/N popped the tab on the can and tossed it back, flicking his lighter closed as he felt it begin to heat up passed a point of comfortable holding as he slammed the first beer of that pack.

This wasn’t a regular hobby of his, racing as fast as he could towards getting black out drunk. In the last six months he’d only drank one other time over at Steve’s house and quickly excused himself to go sleep off the alcohol in their bed while he kept himself company. Tonight just seemed right for it. Since Wayne abandoned the place he spent a couple months visiting the home, spending time with what items of Eddie’s he’d left there. His guitar for one. Occasionally he would see that the curtain in the window had been moved to the side, bunched up slightly and he’d rush inside to find no signs anyone had really been there.

Eddie had been a big influence in Hawkins, both good and bad. The kids looked up to him so much and missed the head of hellfire dearly whilst others still considered it a good thing he had ‘skipped town’ after the cult leader accusations arose. Y/N knew he would have wanted him to do everything he could to look after Dustin, keep Steve from teachin’ him wrong. He knew he would have wanted you to take his campaign notes and keep hellfire alive.

But you failed. You gave up. You dropped out of school and slowly allowed yourself to drift away from the teens, unable to keep hearing their concerned voices as they asked you if you were okay almost every day. You could read them just as well as they could read you. They knew you weren’t okay and you knew they didn’t believe you when you said you were.

“I’m sorry Eddie..I miss you so fucking much..” Y/N leaned over on to the counter they had kept a hand on as to not get lost in the dark and they rocked. As unhealthy as it had been for him to continue to hold out hope, he felt so empty now. Like Eddie would have really let him have it if they saw him now. ��Drinking is supposed to be fun you idiot.’

‘Wow, six months and you give up on me?’

Y/N wiped his eyes and felt for the wet, condensation covered cans of beer as he desperately held onto those thoughts. Their voice was still fresh in his mind. ‘Look on the bright side, at least you got to keep all my cool shit!’ Y/N grabbed his lighter after popping the top on the can and headed off for the bedroom, which was surprisingly in much better condition. Where the living room had been littered with cans, bottles and cigarette butts stomped out into the carpet Eddie’s room seemed untouched.

Considering how many of the people who detested him were all talk, more likely to be fearful of what might happen if they actually happened to run across the man who had been missing for the last six months, it wasn’t all that surprising. The bed was still as Y/N had left it on one of his many visits, making up the sheets. Besides his books, notes and stereo you had left everything else. Walking over to the rack of cassette tapes you set the open lighter on the tall dresser and left for your Walkman in your pocket before squinting to read the messily scribbled band names on the mixtapes.

‘1983-1986’ Pretty straight to the point for Eddie who tended to label his tapes with a silly name or label the vibe to them unless it was an actual bands tape he bought. Y/N stuck the cassette in his Walkman and slipped the headset off his neck and atop his head, listening as he looked over his shelves of things, cigar boxes he used for different little items. Movie ticket stubs, jewelry, the occasional banished DnD die or photograph.

Opening one that seemed to sit on top, first thing his eyes landed on was a tiny bag of white powder. Y/N’s head dropped as he sat the box down and picked the baggy up, rolling his thumb over the top of it. The light from his lighter disappeared as it fell over and Y/N stood up quickly from his crouched position next to the bookshelf, hands stretched out to feel his way until a faint red glow shown through the cracked bedroom door just enough for him to see his silver lighter laying on its side atop the dresser.

Y/N looked from it to the bedroom door and after pocketing it he slowly made his way over, stopping only for a moment to grab Eddie’s baseball bat from his very brief stent of little league that sat behind his door whenever it was open. Held at his side as he walked down the wall trepidation building more and more the brighter the red tint seemed to get. Like he had been transported into a photographers darkroom. It was the gate.

Y/N’s breath caught in his chest as he stared it down, part of him wanting to rush out and tell the others. So they could bring Eleven to close it. But the rest of him fought against those thought, what if he was still in there? Y/N felt the tears begin to bubble up in his eyes once again as he made his way to stand under it, gripping the metal beer can in his hand tightly before tossing it up through the portal as hard as he could as the track on the tape clicked to the next song, ‘Master of Puppets’. He couldn’t take this anymore.

Y/N ripped the Walkman from his pocket taking the headset with it and threw it against the wall of the trailer affectively smashing it to pieces as he screamed in anger. Crying was no longer enough for him to regulate his emotions, hell, it had never seemed to do much anyway. “Fuck you! Fuck you Eddie! You damn bastard! You always talked about being a coward, why couldn’t you just run!” Y/N held the sides of his head, the level of their own voice gave a headache the opportunity to start forming.

As he couched down holding himself he heard something that caused him to slowly pull his hands away from their face, uncovering their ears as they slowly turned their head in the direction of the kitchen. It had sounded like something or, someone, had opened and closed the fridge that sat currently inoperational given the trailer didn’t have electricity currently running to it. It was hard to make out anything for certain with the red cast over everything, shadows seemed darker.

“Well damn Y/N, tell me how you really feel.” Snapping their face forward at the voice coming from above them, they were finally ready to admit, they had lost it.

Eddie Munson, in all his glory, wasn’t just there in front of them. Being alive would have been enough to make them faint, but the fact that he had been levitating momentarily. You watched, shaking slightly as he slowly lowered to the floor. His black boots leaving soot and ash on the already filthy carpet as he stared down at you. “Y-You’re…alive?”

He attempted to suppress a smile as he tilted his head back and forth, his dirty hair, crunchy with dried blood swaying as he did. “I wouldn’t say that.” Y/N’s eyes scanned him over in more detail. Taking in his torn, blood stained hellfire shirt, he’d lost his outside layers they had left him there in, his bandana was tied around his neck and his injuries were healed from what you could tell.

Y/N scrambled up off the floor and leaned in closer to him causing Eddie to recoiled a few steps back as the young man made his advances. How fucking dare he. You didn’t care if this was a hallucination or what but this version of Eddie wasn’t going to just run away from you. “You— Piece of shit! Come here!” Y/N grabbed their arm and quickly pulled their hand away. He had heard the Byers youngest child talk about the upside down and how he felt like he never could quiet shake the cold it left him with.

But this was different. If you had ever once had the opportunity to feel a cadavers skin that’s what it must’ve felt like. Frozen. “Y/N..” You were now the one backing away from them. This wasn’t real.. And if it was, it wasn’t Eddie.

“You aren’t real..”

Eddie feigned a hurt expression and held up his arm, dirty with black marks. “You felt me, I’m here. I’m real.” Y/N shook his head as he felt his lower back press against the edge of the kitchen counter that separated one area from the other. “This is a sick joke my mind is playing on me. I’m..”

Eddie seemed to grow irritated at the notion that he was just a figment of your imagination. Three months alone in that hellscape and the first chance he got to escape this was his welcome home party? “I’m sorry I couldn’t do better for you Ed, I’m sorry I let them leave you there.”

In a split second he was on you, it almost was like the counter shook from the force of his hands coming into contact with it to stop himself. “Y/N, you’ve been my friend since middle school. I’m back now, so save the obituary, please.” He growled as your eyes were locked onto each others. That was true, you had been friends since middle school, and this was the first time Munson ever had made the hair on the back of your stand up.

You saw him give a hard swallow before pushing himself back off the counter and walking away from you again, he seemed like he wanted to keep a solid eight feet between you at all times. You just couldn’t do that, despite how filthy he was the moment your brain accepted the fact that he was truly there you rushed him, wrapping your arms around him as he threw his up in the air. “Y/N, stop. You need to get off of me.”

“Save it Munson, you can yell at me later.” You pressed your face against his neck and it was the same as his arm, though perhaps the shock in the moment made your senses exaggerate the feeling.

“Y/N…Why do you think that place suddenly let me leave like it did?” You lifted your shoulders in a shrug, letting them drop back to normal as he slowly let his hands creep up you, one resting on your lower back and the other coming up to rest between your shoulder blades. “It’s because it wanted me to..”

“I don’t care Eddie, that’s so far from being important right now. I don’t care how you made it out, you’re here now.” You we’re so scared if you pulled away he would just disappear. Proving to be a hallucination after all. The silence between you was so loud until Eddie finally spoke up again.

“Y/N..I’m sorry…” You lifted your head up to look at him before you felt the sharp pain of him biting into the crook of your neck, sharp teeth sinking into it you were the consistency of an apple. You grabbed a handful of his hair and surprisingly it was quite easy to pull him off of your neck, although not a comfortable feeling. Reaching up to guard the bleeding wound you stared at him in disbelief as he breathed heavily, standing there as if he was torn between making a break for it and leaping upon you like a wild animal.

“Y-you bit me!” You looked over at the front door before making a few long, quick strides for it. The wet, warm sensation of the blood slicking your hand as the man stayed where he was, licking his bottom lip as he watched you begin your attempt to leave.

“I told you to back off didn’t I?” As you pulled the handle a few times, cursing as you pulled your bloody hand off your neck to use both of them on the ‘stupid jammed piece of shit door’ until you felt him on you again, pressing himself against your back and your front against the cold metal trailer door. “Don’t make me force this, I don’t want it to hurt more than it has to—“

“Stop it! This is one of your horror comics Eddie, you don’t need—“ His hand went to the back of your head, pressing the side of your face it against the door roughly as he moved his face beside yours growling before speaking.

“Because you know what this feels like? To feel absolutely nothing for fuck knows how long and finally after getting back your skin begins to crawl.” He clenched his jaw as he nuzzled his head against yours. “Begging you to give in to your new instincts in exchange for saving you from death, you know that feeling?” He didn’t want to do it to you, out of anyone not you. But you were here. You were so warm. He could smell the remnants of cologne on your skin and the beer on your breath. He could taste the ethanol in your blood.

“Then..fucking doing it..” Perhaps under different circumstances, when his mind wasn’t overtaken by the need to feed, he would have hesitated. Lacing his fingers into your hair he gave your head a tug to the side to better expose the mark he had made earlier, giving you a small taste of payback for yanking him off of you the way you had.

As he took up the space again, mouth working over the wound you couldn’t help but allow yourself to feel a sense of hedonistic pleasure from it. Adrenaline fought the pain back while your touch starved skin was ravaged by him, once the first mark at clotted he bit down again. You only had yourself to blame being the one who stopped him earlier, now in no position to do so again. You groaned in pain as he pulled out of your flesh only for a moment to come back down, doing his best to suction as much blood from the wound before lapping at it.

It wasn’t most lucrative way for him to get what he wanted but between his animalistic urges and what he had known from his horror comics you’d mentioned, it was all he knew to do in the moment. And once he had gotten enough to finally push himself away from you the both of you realized the gate had again gone dormant leaving you in the pitch black darkness once again. He could see you perfectly fine as you turned around and looked around blindly holding your tender, painful neck.

He was truly disgusted with himself, the type of shame a young boy feels the first time they touch themselves. He felt like a monster, he knew he was a monster. He wasn’t the Eddie you knew anymore and he proved it. “Eddie..?”

You felt your pockets for the lighter you’d forgotten about until then and flicked it on, holding it up as you walked forward towards the figure leaning over with his arms against the wall of the trailer, his back facing you as he attempted to heave. Before you could get close enough to reach out and touch him he spoke up. “Get the fuck away from me Y/N!”

You scoffed lightly offended at his aggressive tone, you were past being scared of him. “You already ate, Dracula. I’m not leaving you here anyways.” You had wanted to tell him to calm down, that you were the one with multiple punctures in your neck right now, but the way he was looking at you like you were the deranged one in this scenario made you hold back.

“And what, I’ll just hide in your closet during the day?” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the kitchen bar, picking up the van keys and jingling them at him. “You don’t even know if you ‘can’t go out in the sun’ yet, But I do know that you fuckin’ smell.”

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I acctuially got my inspiration from that video haha! 😸✨

Hi! 👉👈 I absolutely adore your art and thought I'd try requesting something. I'm a little too shy to describe myself, but my cat loves to show off. So I was wondering if you could draw Eddie with a little feline friend?

Hello anon!! Thank you so much for your kind words!! I decided to draw a little comic with not only 1 but several kittens 🐈, I hope that is ok! ^_^

Bonus sketches! <3

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Wholesome goofy attempt at Eddie Munson with Male!Reader headcanons

Eddie would do what Eddie does best when people are uncomfortable, unhappy or just feel like shit: he will embarrass himself until you're laughing.

If left alone for longer than two minutes when you've taken him shopping you will either find him looking at a TV screen, mouth open, reading any fantasy books or trying on fancy hats.

He will act like a person with a cat on his lap if you fall asleep on him. He is going to stay very still. That scratchy voice we love so much will sound if someone gets too loud. "Henderson, you butthead, shut the fuck up"

He's definitely given you a wet willy once or twice.

Will literally squirm and wriggle in your lap, complaining about being bored after picking a movie he wanted to watch.

He has taken stickers off of fruit you've just bought and then when you turn around boom. He's put them all over his face.

If you trip over something and he's playing guitar he's gonna do the "wa wa waaaaaa" tune.

If you got long hair, he will braid it, if you got frizzy afro, he is gonna pick daisies and put them in it, if you got no hair, he is gonna pretend to polish your bald head.

If he survives the Upside Down, he is gonna write "HELP ME" on the bottom of his wedding shoes.

If you want children, he will SIT THERE, he will answer the fake phone calls, he will wear the fucking tiara and he will allow himself to become a pretty fucking princess.

He has adjusted his frizz while looking in a car mirror and as the window rolls down to reveal a person "Hi, do you have time to talk about our lord and saviour Kas the Bloody Hand?" then turn and walk away as his face turns red.

He will force you to wear the Burger King crown with him.

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eddie munson never died he tucked his arms and legs into his belly curled into a ball and he just rolled away

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poor eddie was stuck in one outfit the entire season so i gave him some to wear

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hi! i see u draw ppls oc’s with eddie and i literally find it so cool you take the time to do that for people. like it must take sometime to do stuff like that. I was wondering if these drawing requests r still open or not? and if they are, do you do platonic ones?

Hello and thank you! 💕I really enjoy getting to draw other peoples oc's (and Eddie), so it is a lot of fun for me! It also helps me a lot with getting out of art blocks! 😸

My request are still open! ✨ And I absolutely draw platonic art! Feel free to request me✨🦇

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Family Video Called

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Fluffy, indulgent short for me and my mutuals who love the movie

Eddie slammed the stack of movies on the counter as Robin stared him down, a bored look on her face as she chewed the same piece of gum she had been for her entire six hour shift. “Sorry Munson. Can’t do it.”

“Oh no, that’s bullshit. I paid my fee for the last broken one— AND a new VCR because I’ll have you know my machine didn’t just eat the tape it died because of it. So really I should be holding you two accountable.” He pointed to Steve and his partner in crime who tossed his hand up as if telling him to get the hell out of the store before turning back to the blonde he was chatting up.

“As funny of a story as that is, Family Video and all its employees cannot be held accountable for any and all VCR indigestion incidents.” She popped her gum before continuing. “The reason I cannot rent you these is because you have had our only copy of labyrinth checked out for the past..four weeks.” She pointed to her monitor and Eddie practically leapt over the counter to get a look before simply walking around and reading for himself.

“Hey, hey! No customers behind the counter!” Steve shouted at him and garnered himself a middle finger as Munson repeatedly checked the name, address and sure enough the date of check out. Robin shoved him out of the way and waved up the next person waiting in line.

“Outstanding balance Eddie, there’s a lot of other people who’s eyes are starving, hungry, to get a glimpse of David Bowie in that silver bodysuit— $2.75 please.”

“I didn’t fuckin’ rent that Robin! Shouldn’t you know that, you two are here literally every day!” He pulled on his jacket in frustration before taking one last longing look at the stack of tapes sitting where he left them.

“I don’t even remember the last time I ate, Munson. Please just..” Robin looked up from the register to see the young man with the fluffy hair had taken his leave before she even had a chance to order him out, the glass front door slowly falling shut on its own indicating some had just very quickly exited.

Slamming the door of his van perhaps a bit too hard he gave it a momentary look as if waiting for it to fall off it’s hinges onto the ground before heading inside his trailer. He wasn’t mad that you had found something to do while he was at school in between your shifts at work now that his uncle was working days.

It had starting to weird him out when he’d come home and you would be listening to oldies and cleaning like it was your favorite or should he say, only, hobby. While his uncle sat in his favorite chair drinking a freshly brewed cup of coffee. He’d have to pull you into his room before Wayne could start in on him about how ‘THIS is how you make a good cup of coffee’, to explain that you didn’t need to clean while you were there. You didn’t need to make his uncle coffee. You were helping out on the bills, your time off should be spent relaxing.

He was mad at the past due amount. It was a quarter a day with a three dollar late fee, math wasn’t Eddie’s strong suit but the computer didn’t lie. $28 for a movie he’d never even seen and frankly, didn’t want to for that price.

“Honey! I’m fuckin’ home!” He yelled through the trailer as unfamiliar upbeat music played as loudly as possible. He stomped towards his room where the sound was coming from and stood in the doorway, watching on as you bounced around the room dancing. He pressed himself against the wall as much as he could, holding his hair out of his face so he could continue to spy on you.

You spun and twirled, bouncing from foot to foot as you sang along with David Bowie for what had to be the 40th time since renting the movie. You hopped onto the bed and jumped up and down, turning around as you did until you opened your eyes finally catching your long haired boyfriend in the act. Except you didn’t immediately realize it was him in and the scream you let out made him more scared than you were. Grabbing his chest he came into the room and pointed at you. “Turn it off, now.”

You rushed off the bed and stood defiantly in front of the Tv and vcr, arms out stretched. “No!”

“Y/N! Four weeks? You had this for four weeks and never even told me?” He came towards you and you puffed out your chest as if that was going to do anything to Intimidate or deter him from getting that movie out of his house.

“No Eddie, please! Just one more time! I’ll pay the late fee!” He looked at you dumbfounded before wrapping his arms around you and readying himself to deadlift you if that’s what it took.

“You’re damn right you’re paying the late fee, I had to pull out the couch, looking in my uncles car and under the van seats to get the money to rent those movies.” He jingled the change in his jacket pocket after setting you down a foot away, that was the full extent of effort he was willing to put in.

“Just watch it with me one time, please? Then we can watch whatever you want and I’ll pay for those too..” Y/N pouted and moved to sit on the bed as Eddie stalled, thinking it over. Which his boyfriend noticed.

“Pretty good deal, huh?” Y/N perched up on his knees excitedly as Eddie turned back to him slowly. “It has goblins, faeries..things you love Eddie..” Consider him swayed. He walked around to the side and kicked his shoes off before climbing into the bed, expecting you to claim your spot next to him. But you stayed where you were.

As the movie progressed he slowly moved up to where you were, occasionally asking questions that pertained to plot he missed out on by bursting in a fourth of the way through.

“So she’s trying to get her baby brother back.”

“Yes.”

“Because David Bowie—“

“Jareth.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at you correcting him on that for what had to be at least the third time. “—Jareth, steals babies.”

You wiggled your hand as if to say he was half right before giving him a run down of how Sara offered him up because she was upset with her parents. “Doesn’t the baby taking seem a little..off to you?”

“How else is he supposed to fill a city with goblins?”

“There’s a whole fuckin’ city of those things?” Eddie had to admit, though maybe not out loud, that it was a very good movie. The creatures were very well made and he was finding himself becoming more and more enthralled with the idea of incorporating some of the character concepts into a campaign and seeing if he could get away with doing so.

“Plus he’s pretty hot in this don’t you think?” Okay. Fun is over. Eddie pushed himself off the bed and stretched in front of the Tv just as David Bowie had begun the ballroom dance sequence. “Eddie— Eddie move!” Your eyebrows raised up in an upset manner as he huffed and sat back down making the bed bounce.

“No, I don’t think he’s hot.” You quickly turned your face towards him shocked. You couldn’t believe it for a moment until you realized it, he was actually mad. Well, not mad.

“Oh my god Ed, you’re jealous!” He grinned at you and shook his head vehemently denying the accusation. “Don’t lie!”

“Yeah right Y/N, Aren’t we all jealous of David Bowie?” He replied dismissively.

“I can’t speak for everyone but you sure are.” You went back to watching with an even larger grin than you had previously held as Eddie brooded. He was jealous. But not because of his looks, he was jealous because of how you were dancing and singing. It was something you only ever did when you drank, always claiming to be too embarrassed to do it for him or with him so more often than not he’d take advantage of the situation and goofily dance with you if the two of you happened to drink together.

And here you were bullying him. “Why, think I should bleach my hair?” Y/N almost choked on their laughter as the image of him with platinum blonde hair flooded his thoughts in true ‘Poison’ fashion. Eddie slung his arm around the front of of them and took them down onto the bed.

“I could start wearing eyeliner more, is that what it would take for you to dance with me?” Y/N ceased his laughter and looked up at Eddie’s surprisingly serious face as his hair curtained around either of their faces.

“That’s what you’re hung up on? I just don’t—“

“You just don’t dance or sing because you think you’re ‘bad’ at it. Yeah, I know. But I saw you earlier, you sing really good..” Y/N struggles to lean up as his boyfriend still had him pinned, pecking him on the cheek. “As good as David Bowie?”

Eddie’s lips flat lined as he tried to think of the appropriate answer given how big of a Bowie fan you were. Insinuating that you could show him up might not be the way to go. Thankfully he didn’t have to as you finally rolled the two of you over. “Maybe just a blonde streak..” you teased and Eddie shook his head.

“Nope, all or nothing. I’m sure the kids would have a field day doing it for me.” Y/N began laughing again as he imagined them each going at a section of his unruly hair with handfuls of bleach mix.

“You’re hotter than David Bowie, okay?” Eddie popped up before attacking you with his hands.

“You just can’t stop lyin’ huh!” He tickled you and you squirmed, shouting out apologies as he went in on you relentlessly.

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!!”

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The light in the room was dim as flames from the candles strategically placed around swayed and flickered.

“As your group trekked the final mile to the outside wall of the great maze, the light woods begin to thin out. A long empty killing field dotted with crudely hacked stumps, stones, dust, the odd arrow, and a pile of bones is before you. Your horses whinny nervously and paw the ground near the forests edge unwilling to go further.” Eddie looks up from his notes, up over his dungeon master screen as he scans the groups expressions before continuing. “The battlements seem unmanned, and the killing field silent and uninviting, looking past them at the tall walls wrapping around there doesn’t seem to be a visible entrance, gate or otherwise.

What do you do?”

“We should have left the horses a mile back, there’s obviously something going on here and they’re just going to slow us down..” Lucas complained before Erica chimed in but not before giving her brother a annoyed look.

“Is there anything between us and the walls aside from the random garbage about on the killing field..” She rolled for perception and got a nine.

“A bridge lay out at half way, no moat nor water beneath it. You look up and down the ancient cracked stone masonry, moss happily flourished despite the lack of moisture in the air or ground.”

Erica held a smug expression as she looked over the rest of the party, still seemingly confused. “I go ahead of the others and cross the bridge.”

Lucas protested against this idea claiming that this is clearly a trap and this early on they cannot afford to lose their only Rouge.

“Lady Applejack crosses the bridge despite Sundars’ pleas for her to reconsider, his calls for her seeming to fade away as a thick mist forms, clouding her field of vision. She is no longer in the killing fields and her party is long gone. She is in a swamp where aged and crooked trees with branches that seemed to be reaching for her grew scattered, narrowly avoiding the brackish green water.”

“Uh, Lady Applejack is going to turn her ass around and go back for the others..”

“Alright hold the hell up—“ Gareth stands up from his spot at the long table and advances on Eddie who quickly covered his DM notes as best as he could. “Is this a fucking Labyrinth based campaign plot?”

“Hey! Let’s try to not break the Immersion you ass, I also have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Dustin laughed before standing up and pointing at his older friend. “Ah ha! I knew you were a liar but know I really caught you! You think Steve didn’t tell me about how you held that movie hostage basically?”

“The Labyrinth? Like with David Bowie?” Erica questioned, Lucas looking more confused than she was. Tiger Beat kept her pretty up to date on the androgynous man’s whereabouts.

“Alright, cut! This is not based on the movie this is all out of my own goddamn head—“

Eddie slammed his hands on the table before raising one finger up to tap it against his skull. “Got it? I didn’t spend hours working on this for you to start heckling me.”

Dustin and Gareth return to their seated positions and the younger boy leaned over and whispered to the other. “This is totally Labyrinth based..”

“Totally, never letting him live this down..”

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Hi! 👉👈 I absolutely adore your art and thought I'd try requesting something. I'm a little too shy to describe myself, but my cat loves to show off. So I was wondering if you could draw Eddie with a little feline friend?

Hello anon!! Thank you so much for your kind words!! I decided to draw a little comic with not only 1 but several kittens 🐈, I hope that is ok! ^_^

Bonus sketches! <3

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Eddie!