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Be the Cowboy update!

I am working on the first chapter of be the cowboy for those who wanted to be added to the taglist, please let me know!

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Be The Cowboy: Prologue

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary: It’s your freshman year at Hawkins High and at lunch, you see the outrageously audacious Eddie Munson, who invites you to join Hellfire Club, his own club where he and his buds play Dungeons and Dragons and looking for a reason to get out of the house… you accept. 

Warnings: sloooooow burn, mentions of abuse (reader’s father), drug and alcohol use, eventual smut (probably), friends/ idiots to lovers, pining, mentions of fighting, swearing, use of y/n

a/n: this is my first Eddie fic so please be nice. I’m willing to take constructive criticism just don’t be an asshole, also since this is the first chapter it will be shorter than the rest. 

Wc: 835

~September 1st, 1980~

It was your first day at Hawkins High and you were nervous as hell. But you were excited that the school year was starting so at the very least you could get away from home, which is always a nice change from all the fighting your parents do. It was constant screaming matches and trying to hide away in your room. You had no friends really, so no one to go hang out with and you technically weren’t old enough to work yet. So school for the most part was your only escape, other than occasionally getting to see your grandma, who was the most amazing woman you knew. Whenever you went over, she’d make your favorite cookies and you’d watch a movie together. You had your own room there filled with posters of your favorite bands and movies and a bookshelf filled with your favorite books. But you got to see her once a month at most for a weekend at a time. But here you were, your first day of high school and dear god you hoped you’d make some friends. 

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You’d blasted through your first few classes and were too scared to make any friends, you knew in the hallways they could smell the freshman on you, you looked like a lost puppy dog. But it wasn’t so bad and now you were on your way to lunch, maybe you’d make some friends there. You walked into the room and immediately felt like you’d entered a jungle. There was hustle and bustle and chatter, students everywhere. Once you finally got through the long line, managing to snag the last slice of pizza, you realized that most of the tables seemed to already be taken… except for one, which you’d figured was probably the “losers” table. Ultimately though, you decided that loser friends were better than none. So you nervously walked over to the table filled entirely with boys who were roughhousing and laughing at some inside joke, fidgeting with your lunch tray and tried to ask if you could sit with them. Apparently you weren’t loud enough, so you mustered up a small bit of confidence and cleared your throat “Excuse me?” you’d said, noticing all of their heads snapping to you, “would you guys mind if I sat with you? All the other tables are taken.” They looked at each other, seemingly deliberating with looks alone, before the one with the long scruffy hair shrugged and looked over to you “Sure, why not?” he said, before standing up and introducing himself “I’m Eddie, Eddie Munson,” he held out his hand for you to shake, to which you took. “y/n, I’m a freshman,” you said, some of the boys laughed, including the one in front of you. “We could tell,” he said, “worry not, pretty lady, we’ll take good care of you.” You smiled, trying to hide your blush at the compliment and sat next to him at the end of the table, the boys went around the table and introduced themselves and you all began talking and laughing. Within minutes, you felt like you were a part of the group. “So,” Eddie began with a clap of his hands, “we have a little club that meets on fridays where we play Dungeons and Dragons, would you maybe wanna join?” he asked. Not knowing anything about Dungeons and Dragons, never even hearing the name, you agreed, any excuse to stay out of the house for longer must be a good thing. “Sure… I don’t know anything about it though… is that okay?” you asked, beginning to fidget again, Eddie shrugged “we can teach you,” he said, nonchalantly. You smiled again “Okay awesome,” you replied, you could tell this was going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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As soon as you got home, you rushed to your room, wanting to avoid your parents as much as possible. Luckily however, you had a phone in there, so you called your grandma. She picked up the phone after three rings, “Hey Grandma Sherri!” you said excitedly, “Hi honey, how was your first day at school?” she asked. “It was amazing, I made some new friends and joined a club… there’s also this really cute guy,” you said, rattling on about how excited you were to have finally made some friends. She listened and showed her support and excitement for you, making a joke about hoping your new friends wouldn’t interfere with your visits with her, which you reassured, they wouldn’t, but asked if you could host them at her house sometime, and obviously she agreed, stating that she’d love to meet your new friends. After you got off the phone with her you smiled to yourself as you worked on your homework and began writing in your journal about the cute boy you met and the new friends you made. Suddenly, you weren’t so worried about high school anymore, in fact, it was beginning to look like a breath of fresh air. 

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Be the Cowboy- Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: slooooow burn, mentions of abuse/ bruising (reader's father is abusive), chosen family, eventual smut, friends to lovers, pining, drug and alcohol use, underage drinking, divorce, rockstar!Eddie.

Summary: So just a fair warning, this has nothing to do with cowboys, this fic is based on the album Be the Cowboy by Mitski, most chapters will be titled after the song that inspired them, but not all chapters are inspired by songs. Reader and Eddie met in her freshman year of high school while he was a sophomore, her family life sucks but he doesn't. She kind of sees him and school as an escape and is hopelessly in love with him. Over the years she falls deeper and deeper in love with him and he doesn't reciprocate, at least to her knowledge. When they eventually graduate, him and Corroded Coffin get big and she stays in Hawkins.

Prologue- Be The Cowboy

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

*smut

Chapter Fics:

Be The Cowboy- Rockstar!Eddie* ~In progress~

But Daddy I Love Him* ~coming soon~

Drabbles/ One Shots:

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Masterlist

Hi everyone! Here is my masterlist, instead of every individual fic here, I'll put links for all the characters I write for and there will be their masterlists after that. As of right now, there's nothing there but that's because I'm just starting out with publishing fics! I'll update it ASAP

Eddie Munson Masterlist

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"I said you were destined to lock fists with the villain! Not lips!" "Well it worked, didn't it?"

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For any virgins who write smut that are worried about their smut not being realistic or good enough please know that the first time I sucked dick I was going off what I'd read in fanfiction and my partner continues telling me I give the best head he's ever had.

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

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You are stuck in a time loop, but you have no intention of ever breaking out of it. After literally millions of resets a new person appears in the loop and asks you why you are still in the loop.

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One of the best writing advice I have gotten in all the months I have been writing is "if you can't go anywhere from a sentence, the problem isn't in you, it's in the last sentence." and I'm mad because it works so well and barely anyone talks about it. If you're stuck at a line, go back. Backspace those last two lines and write it from another angle or take it to some other route. You're stuck because you thought up to that exact sentence and nothing after that. Well, delete that sentence, make your brain think because the dead end is gone. It has worked wonders for me for so long it's unreal

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The villain laughs. “The Chosen One cannot spill blood on holy ground. I have won!” You draw your blade. “The Chosen One died the first day of our journey,” you say. “A Valet may spill blood where he pleases.”

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“Be careful! That line of salt is the only thing keeping them at bay!” “Sea salt.” I said. Confused, he looks at me “What?” “Sea salt keeps us at bay.” I clarified.

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If you would’ve known that that stupid river was the fountain of youth, you never would’ve drank from it. That was 300 years ago. You’re permanently stuck at age 26. The only one you really have left in your life is your horse, who also made the mistake of drinking from it.