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One-sided Homelander x Alien reader

So this was based on a story written by @operation-619, while it was cool to read I was a little disappointed. Not at the story itself but kind of at the character/reader that she wrote out. This isn't to say what she wrote was terrible but... I honestly wanted more of something. I suggest you read that story though, it's Homelander x reader if my memory is correct. It is a recent post if my memory is correct so it shouldn't be hard to find. To be fair, my story isn't so good I just wanted a chaotic reader I guess.

If anyone's wondering I took inspiration from JJBA, HxH, and Invincible. Apologies about the lack of dialogue and the amount of description and expedition. It was just things I was looking forward to seeing in the story. No, the reader doesn't have the same powers as Homelander... well she can't fly, I thought the scenario of reader having the exact same powers would be boring.

I was thinking of a black reader but then I wondered about readers who aren't black and just put foreign reader.

When you came down to Earth you weren't really sure what to expect other than the stories that were given by your elders, passed down to generations whether you were a student, a neighbour, or a family member. The humans were not animals so you couldn't contemplate eating anyone.

It was easy to adapt, quickly learning languages just by hearing a few sentences, growing accustomed to the environment. You received strange looks, specifically being stared at every 5 minutes. (Think 80s Chisato Moritaka).

The technology was different, used in a way that you weren't familiar with. The clothes were kind of similar, but the materials were easy to tear apart so you stuck to your own clothes. Your spaceship was surprisingly hard to hide, it was easy to access since you accidentally disabled the lock. You didn't ask your parents for help out of fear of them giving you an earful about being irresponsible.

Everyone you came across was like an ant, the supes were spiders. The funny thing about ants is that you have to scrape them to kill them properly, many underestimate how strong they are. Simply stepping on them isn't enough, and yet you find yourself saving them. So often that you were being recorded, the kids that lived near flung to you, asking all sorts of questions. Taking pictures where you flexed your muscles at the camera. While they were not sure whether or not they should take you seriously whenever you spoke about your planet and wore your strange clothes, it felt good to be around these humans.

On your planet you are a mere child with centuries to learn. Having a desire to impress your parents, entering competitions to show how capable you are. But you were young and very easy to take down, so you spend most of your teenage-hood exploring different planets.

Everyone on your planet has the same trait: Speed, strength, and then one ability that defines you from everyone else. For you it was your hair, it seemed to have a mind of its own at times. It would be short one second and then overwhelmingly long the next. If you braided it then it would become snake-like. Your hair was strong enough to break buildings and there were a lot of occasions where you used it to fly. You mastered the art of learning how to detangle each strand so you never worried about getting them stuck.

You and your people were powerful, and still found the need to improve themselves, however. Testing each other's might, and fighting was simply a game. Evil was rare, an action that happened but wasn't so recent. Bruises weren't new and they would go away before you knew it. But it wasn't the same for these humans.

There was so much otherness. The bad kind. Robberies, murders and the like, it was almost vomit worthy but you stayed. Curious to see what else you would find on this problematic planet.

That's when Vought approached you, introducing you to the 7. They told you how "superheroes should stick together", and how "you will fit so well here". Your costume, while perplexing to some was everything to you. You remembered when you were at the fitting and threw a tantrum at the bikini the costume department prepared for you. If your mother ever caught wind of you in such a thing you wouldn't be allowed to travel to any planet ever again, so you stuck to your battle suit. (minus the jewellery)

Since then you were given the name Mighty Ase (pronounced ah-she), an old Norse name meaning 'god-like' or 'goddess'. Everyone knew your real name thanks to the teenagers that took pictures with you so you didn't understand the whole alias thing. Why were the 7 ashamed of letting people know who they were yet were okay with everyone knowing their face? Again, another Earth concept you didn't understand but would in time.

Overall, you completed tasks to save people, stop crime and protect the good side of humanity. You would visit children, be a mascot at charities, and you never had a problem with anyone. Everyone was happy. It was exciting... sort of.

A-Train: Fast but you knew your sister was much faster. Speed was nothing new and you genuinely wondered why that was anything special. The way he handled people reminded you of that time you accidentally killed a poor dog while petting it, the difference is that he wasn't so caring.

Starlight: Good as she is beautiful. Her presence was mostly honest and you couldn't help but admire her kindness and passion to do the right things. You didn't sense anything off about her, when she was upset then you were upset, knowing it was for the right reasons. She only told you why sometimes but whatever battle she was fighting wasn't for you to get involved in. You were still new and she didn't want to scare you or put you on edge just yet.

Queen Maeve: Older women in general set you on edge so you avoided talking to her. She was alright, but if you were bullet proof then so was everyone on your planet. She also gave you off vibes.

Deep Sea: Could he really talk to fish? You had the appetite for jellyfish and wondered if he could snag you some but he would never be up for it. It was safe to say that he didn't like you.

Black Noir: Quiet. Boring. You've seen children with better stealth.

Stormfront: You sensed dislike. A strong dislike that was almost unimaginable. Hate? Is that what that is? But why? You didn't do anything to her, but it was safe to say the feeling was mutual. If things got worse you could always consider eating her and being done with it. Besides that, a little lightning never hurt. You recall being struck a few times in your younger days, your father's training.

Homelander: In human years he was old enough to be your father's age. While his laser beams were impressive he used it too often, and even you knew such laziness was not to be tolerated. You remembered when the school bully lasered your arm, it took 2 months to heal. After 10 decades they weren't as effective and you grew strong enough to catch those lasers. How bothersome to be reminded of her of all people. When you met Homelander there may have been two things you did wrong. Since he was a supe you believed you didn't have to hold back when you both shook hands, you greeted him as you would anyone else. There was something wrong with this, yet he was super nice to you, and you guessed that it had to do with the fact that he must've known you were a teenager. Babying you and offering to take you to places, which you did enjoy most of the time but also dismissed to do other things. You sensed tension between him and Starlight though, so you kept your distance.

Homelander would find any way to grow close to you. To impress you. You pretended not to mind him but the way he handled things is similar to that of a sloppy child that tried to assure everyone that it knew what it was doing. The way he held himself was like an actor playing a character for the screen. Even his smile was strange. Perhaps you were so used to honesty that you couldn't calculate if someone was lying.

Not to slander them but there was something wrong that you weren't getting. Things were not adding up, and finally you went on the internet. You decided to use the primitive phones to do something other than calling for once. Once you gathered everything you confronted Starlight, that's when she told you everything.

You were oblivious. Vought took extra precautions to make sure you didn't discover the facade. You didn't watch the news and it was clear that they used that to their advantage. You were a great asset, if anything potentially happened to Homelander then you would replace him. You were great with people, were nice to the employees, and you never bothered anyone or made things hard.

Except you did.

You knelt down to the body of Stormfront, your fellow 7. Formerly. You licked the blood off your bloody hands and spat it out, taking a careful inspection at your sharp nails that grew from the bloodlust. From your peripheral vision you could make out Kimiko approaching you hesitantly.

You ignored her, your hair poking at the body. You strangely didn't feel sad, you were glad. You felt justice- no, it felt like a justifiable thing to do. This is how it's done on your home planet. Take the trouble maker, then exterminate.

"Sorry for intruding. Kimiko, was it?" you said, standing up straight and holding your hand out to her. "I heard you were a friend of Annie, I was wondering if I could help. Don't worry about the damage, my people will have it sorted out."

You'll also sort out Vought.

#alien reader #female reader #foreign reader #young adult reader #the boys amazon #homelander x reader #dark reader #teenage reader #hair manipulation #homelander #stormfront #starlight #queen maeve #a train #black noir

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stranger things ● summer of 86 pt 2 ● e.munson

warning

eddie is oblivious to being flirted with, flirty reader / PDA / eventual filth. this is very much an attempt at 'idiots in love'. mentions of alcohol / w**d, other vices, a little angst here and there, seasons 1 through 4 obviously did not happen, barb is gay and we're here for it + internalized fear and guilt, maybe some self esteem issues and anger pent up because it wasn't fun to be 'different' in the 80's in a small town ( barb +robin because they're gay and that was frowned upon back then, + eddie bc the 'freak' thing and small towns will cling to whatever they see you as with their dying breath, trust me on it ), mentions of depression / gifted kid burnout ( reader / you ), mentions of previous bad relationships (reader/you) ...

reader/you are the oldest byers + female. reader/you also have a very specific backstory / personality / female parts. I've kept everything else vague as I can, babes. This is self-indulgent and I am not sorry at all.

word count

roughly 3k. for the context necessary, see ( part 1 ). welcome to part 2, babes.

(( are we sick of me being back on my bullshit yet? lmaooo ))

summary

– it’s the summer of 86 in Hawkins, Indiana. And all Eddie Munson has to show for himself so far is his diploma and his job as a record store clerk / manager. you’re back in town for the first time since 83, fresh off a break up and you’ve just made the life-altering decision to drop out of college. all your plans are abandoned and it’s driving you crazy. Enter Eddie Munson, a guy who lives by no plan other than whatever will make him happy in the moment.

A summer romance? Or more than that? Who knows.

(( my summaries are traaaash. look, it’s a record store employee!rocker Eddie thing, alright? Alright. Also, i decided we needed hints of mechanic!eddie and biker!eddie cos he's getting a motorcycle, babes. ))

taglist + shoutouts

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@tbmunson bestie.. babeeee.. babesss... i really hope you like this because you're my inspiration and you're amazing and also, you didn't talk me out of it, so.. oopsie?

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other links

masterlist ● eddie's masterlist ● about + rules

The plain white flier catches your eye as you leave Big Buy with the groceries your mother sent you out for. You pause at the community bulletin board as your eyes dance over the bold wording.

Live music tonight. 8 pm. The Hideout. Be there… if you dare.

You laugh a little. “It’s probably some kids in Jane and Will’s grade and they’re playing Flock of Seagulls.” you muse, but then the name of the band catches your eye and you raise a brow. “Corroded Coffin? That’s.. Actually kinda clever.”

A throat clears from nearby and you look up from the paper to lock eyes with the amusement filled doe eyes of Eddie Munson, the hot record store manager. He’s chuckling. “Have just a little faith. I’ll have you know Flock of Seagulls isn’t in our setlist a single time, babe.”

And the way babe just rolls right off his tongue has you snickering quietly. But it’s also got the lovely little after effect of butterflies in your stomach. Your hand raises, catching in long and thick hair. “There isn’t, huh? I won’t hear “And I ran.” A single time?” you question as you try to stop it from happening but you can’t and you wind up stepping right up into him. You’re pretending to pout. “That’s uh.. That’s too bad. I was really looking forward to the cheese factor.”

“Whitesnake. That’s just as cheesy and I can stomach singing Slow an’ Easy.” Eddie’s trying so hard to behave himself but the way you’ve just stepped up to him really close has a lump forming in his throat. And your sweet and creamy perfume has his head spinning as it hangs heavy in the air all around. He just barely stops his hand from resting way too close to your hip but doe eyes are roaming. All over you. He’s careful about it, he looks you up and down in a way that somehow does and doesn’t make you feel like a hunter studying his prey just seconds before he moves in for the kill.

You laugh softly. “You don’t have t’ go to all that trouble.” you flash him this little grin that leaves him wondering if you’re flirting with him or just being nice and then with a little wink, you explain, “I work at the Hideout two nights a week now. So I’m gonna be there.”

His heart feels like it’ll beat right out of his chest. And he tries to keep himself calm. He tries to seem as if this doesn’t bother him one way or another but… It’s the first time in the history of ever that he’s been just a little too excited for a live gig, like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Yeah? Since when?” he’s laughing softly. He shakes his head at himself, it’s stupid, he’s probably stupid, standing here in the front of the grocery store making his most pitiful attempt to flirt but if he had one tenth of a clue what he was doing to you right now..

You’ve stepped even closer. There isn’t a sliver of space left between your bodies. When you tilt your head, your hair falls away and it exposes a deep purple patch of hair beneath the top layer of your hair. He’s staring at that deep purple patch as he rubs his chin thoughtfully, mesmerized by what’s happening.

It’s not even that hot today and he feels like the air is so heavy he can barely breathe.

You’re playing with the design emblazoned on the front of a black sleeved white raglan. You look up from doing that and laugh quietly. “Since last week? Angel, she uh.. She needed a bartender. I tended bar in Boston for a while.”

“Oh you did, huh?”

“Mhm.” you answer. Biting your bottom lip and Eddie catches himself getting way too caught up in staring at the way pearly teeth dig against plush skin.His breath hangs in his throat for a second or so when you go back to toying with one of letters on his Hellfire Club t-shirt. “Among other things.”

Eddie chuckles. “Other things, huh?”

You laugh softly and nod. “A girl’s gotta eat, Eddie.”

You’ve stepped away a little and before Eddie can stop himself, he’s the one stepping closer. “Maybe you’ll have t’ tell me about it sometime, ___.”

You’re laughing again. But there’s this pained look you get when he says it and it has him studying you intently for the next second or so. He realizes that maybe Boston wasn’t the fun time you pretend it was so he adds in a quieter tone, “If you want to.”

You nod. “Maybe so.” and you don’t want to take your hand off the front of his t-shirt but you know you have to. You should really get going.

“I hate to, but.. I need to get the groceries back to my mom.” you give him a little smile and then you’re stepping away. Gathering your bags. By now, Wayne has walked up to Eddie and he’s heard -and observed, most of the conversation that’s taken place, so he nudges his nephew. “Don’t just stand there, kid. Didn’t I teach y’ anythin’?”

“Huh?”

“Carry out some bags, kid.” Wayne grumbles, rolling his eyes in exasperation as he gives his nephew a light smack on the back of his head and laughs. “If you’re gonna hit on her, at least do it right, kid.”

“I wasn’t.”

Wayne chuckles. He got the distinct sense that you were definitely being more than a little flirtatious with his nephew. Eddie might stand there and tell him he wasn’t doing the same right back, but.. He’s known his nephew, he’s raised his nephew long enough to know damn well that Eddie was.

Eddie gives his uncle a dirty look but he catches up to you in the parking lot, just as you’re stopping at a Pinto that definitely looked as if it’d seen better days. He taps your shoulder and waits until you turn around.

You’re laughing softly when you find yourself body to body with Eddie Munson all over again. Eddie’s brain stammers, for a second or two, he forgets what to do with himself. You’re staring up at him with your head tilted just slightly all over again. Amusement gleaming in your eyes. “Something you want, Eddie?”

“I thought I’d..” he gives up on words and gestures to the groceries left in your cart. “Help you put those in your car.”

“ Oh, so you wanted an excuse t’ talk to me, hm?” you’re teasing him gently. And you’re well aware of it, too. But you can’t resist because the heat that rises to his cheeks and the smile that tugs at kissable lips, oh wow.. You’d do anything to be the cause of those two things. Anything.

Eddie flips you off. “I can go back in, sweetheart.” and he’s laughing. Now he’s the one teasing. When you pout up at him, he chuckles all over again. “Maybe that’s exactly why I came out here. You’re not supposed t’ call me out on it though, woman.”

You laugh a little more. Toss your hair so that it settles over your shoulder. “Oh. Right. I’ll keep that in mind next time, Eddie.” you’re giving him that playful little look and his head’s spinning all over again. He just knows that the second he’s back inside the Big Buy, he’s going to spend at least five minutes collecting himself from all this.

He helps you load the remainder of the shopping bags into the back of your mom’s car and then he closes the hatch , giving the car a firm pat. Your little brother Will and your stepsister Jane wander over from the arcade nearby and Will spots Eddie, giving him a wave. “Hey! I didn’t know you and my sister knew each other!”

You laugh softly. “Wait.. Is he Eddie the Banished?”

“Yeah!”

You shift your gaze up to Eddie. “You play that game too? You’re just full of surprises aren’t you, Eddie Munson?” and you step up to him again because Will and Jane, after a little whispering, have walked away with the empty shopping cart to place it in a cart return nearby. “Your brother is a damn good dungeon master.”

“Yeah, he’s always been really creative.” you’re laughing softly. “I made his costumes though.”

“Oh you did, huh?”

“Home Economics in 9th grade?” you laugh and he does too.

Will nudges Jane, nodding to where you and Eddie stand. “She’s flirting with him. She didn’t do that before. Like.. you remember? She barely talked to anybody.”

Jane laughs softly. “So maybe Boston was a good thing.”

“Or maybe my sister’s been replaced by a pod person.” Will’s joking, he laughs quietly. “In all seriousness.. I’m glad she’s letting everybody else see the side of her she always showed me and Jonathan.”

Jane nods. “Me too. I think she likes him. Max told me..” she trails off and Will clears his throat. “Max told you what?”

“That whenever we.. Girls I mean.. Whenever we want to flirt, we tend to get touchier. And she’s got her hand on his arm right now, see?” Jane nods to the way your hand rests against Eddie Munson’s bicep as you throw your head back to laugh at something he’s said.

They finally make their way back over to your mother’s car and you give Eddie another little smile and laugh. “I’ll see you tonight, Eddie.”

“You know where I’ll be, ___. Maybe after the gig.. Maybe I can buy you a drink.”

“If it’s soda.” you laugh and smile, giving him another bold little wink as you nod to the car. “Alright you two. Let’s get the groceries home, yeah?”

“Hey. Mike’s mom is for sure doing the Hellfire night thing. It’s gonna be on Saturday though. Not Saturday night. And it’ll probably be at the park.” Will tells Eddie before he ducks into the shotgun seat of his mother’s car.

Eddie watches you drive away and he’s joined by Wayne who takes one look at his nephews face and starts to laugh so hard he’s immediately doubling over. “Who is that, kid?”

“ ___ Byers. She uh.. She went to Hawkins High too. Graduated the year I was supposed to the first time, actually.” Eddie answers, giving a little shrug. Wayne chuckles. “Hopper’s stepdaughter, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Hopper’s an alright guy. I think I’ve seen her around a few times, too.” Wayne shrugs. And then, mostly to get a rise out of his nephew, he smirks at him. “So.. when’s the wedding, kid?”

“Shut up.” Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “Girls like that don’t date guys like me. I’m still trying to figure out how the hell she’s still talking to me in light of… y’know.” he goes quiet and Wayne sighs, nodding. “People are assholes, kid. But not all of ‘em. Maybe you met somebody who doesn’t hold with what everybody else thinks, huh?”

“Or maybe she just doesn’t know yet, man. We need t’ get goin. I’m fillin in for that prick Hargrove down at the garage this afternoon. Idiot called in with a hangover.” Eddie rolls his eyes and laughs. “Kinda knew it was coming though.”

Wayne chuckles. “Yeah, let’s get you down to the garage, kid.” and as they pull the van out of the Big Buy parking lot, Wayne speaks up. “I don’t do mushy shit.. But I’m.. I’m proud of you, kid. You’re not only the first Munson to finally graduate.. But you’re provin’ to me you’re gonna be okay at this adult shit so far.”

Eddie smiles and laughs. “You don’t do mushy, you’re right.” and as the laughter dies away, he speaks up. “I uh.. Thank you. For everything, man. Because you didn’t have t’ take me in when Al got sent up.”

“I wasn’t gonna let you end up with strangers, kid. You’re my brother’s kid. You’re family.”

Eddie smiles to himself even more.

“How much longer until you pick up that motorcycle you’ve been eyeing, kid? Still say there’s no harm in getting a safe vehicle.” Wayne mentions and Eddie laughs. “I’m getting the motorcycle.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?” Wayne chuckles.

Eddie thinks it over. “Next weekend, I think.” he’s grinning at the thought of owning a motorcycle, the second of his little list of dream purchases. “I go pick her up next weekend.”

“I’ll warn everybody.” Wayne jokes. Eddie flips him off and gets out of the van, disappearing into the garage’s back exit.

Wayne chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “He’s a good kid.”

–

The bar is packed wall to wall when you burst in, yelling at Gin behind the bar that your mom’s car tried to burst into flames on you on the way over. Angel is laughing and shaking her head as she tosses you your apron. “You haven’t just broke down and gotten your own wheels yet?”

“Not until I don’t have two grand hanging over my head. But I’ve been looking, trust me. I’ve got my eyes on this sexy little red Trans Am?”

Angel’s laughing even harder.

“What? It’ll match the only shade of lipstick I wear.” you shrug it off. And you wander down to the end of the bar. Some of the guys who work the afternoon shift at the factory are sitting there, watching a game of pool in the back room.

“What can I get ya?”

Wayne chuckles as he looks up and sees you. “Soda. Waitin around t’ drive somebody home.” he nods his head towards the front of the bar and you glance over. You can see Eddie's band setting up and you find yourself staring at Eddie. And maybe it's a little too long that you stare, but you honestly don't care. He's almost devastatingly beautiful, you simply can't just.. resist a few stolen looks.

You go to grab the group of men a round of sodas and bring them back, setting them down on top of the bar.

Up front, Corroded Coffin is getting ready to start their set. You’re drumming your fingers against the hardwood surface and humming along. Angel’s talking to one of the regulars at the opposite end of the bar.

And then a stockier guy with a blond mullet and piercing blue eyes wanders over and you laugh to yourself because he’s nothing if not bold. He locks eyes with you and he gives you this little smirk. “Get ya anything?” you ask as you wipe down the top of the bar.

“Tequila shot?” Billy Hargrove asks. Studying you intently. Because you look familiar.

You look up at him and laugh. “Yeah, I’m gonna need to see some id.”

“No problem.” Billy pulls out his license and shows it to you. “Now your turn.. Because there is no way you’re old enough to be working back there.”

“I just turned 21 actually.” you pop a bubble with your gum. The fact that he’s hitting on you isn’t lost on you, you’re just.. Deliberately ignoring it because looking at his ID reminded you that yes.. You do know him. And apparently, he hasn’t changed at all in two years.

He still wears his stupid cologne strong enough to strangle someone with it’s essence. He still thinks he’s the hottest shit in this town. He still thinks girls are supposed to just throw their panties at him and you read him like a book not even a second after he sat down on the stool in front of you.

He’s staring at your self cropped Metallica concert shirt. “You’ve seen ‘em?”

Billy Hargrove is more than a little shocked. He never would’ve taken you as a metal fan back in high school.

If anything, you were the kind of girl he’d have assumed listened to oldies.. Classical or some shit.

You laugh and nod. “Seen ‘em? I was up right in the front row. I could’ve caught Lars’ drumstick.”

Billy chuckles. You pass him his tequila shot and he slams it down. Watching you again. You walk away. Wandering over to the makeshift stage set up in the front of the bar because the bathrooms are close.

As you place a hand on the doorknob to the bathroom, you lock eyes with Eddie.

Eddie chuckles, nodding to your shirt. “Nice shirt.” he mouths and you give him a thumbs up before disappearing into the bathroom.

As you’re washing your hands after you’ve used it, you gape when you hear Eddie announce that he’s gonna play a newer song tonight. One he only just learned in March. When he starts to play the opening to Master of Puppets, you’re gaping.

“Holy.. Okay, he’s amazing.” you mumble, mostly to yourself. You wind up making your way out of the bathroom and finding a seat. Dragging it closer to the front. As you watch lithe fingers make the guitar in his hands come to life, you can’t help but think of the old saying..

Guitarists are notorious for being good with their hands. And you’re really trying not to but.. As you sit and watch Eddie Munson play Master of Puppets, you can’t help but wonder to yourself just how true that really is.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x byers!reader #<- my writing ● eddie munson #<- warnings | open flirting - PDA - idiots in love trope ● seasons 1 through 4 did not happen - fix it fic ● some adult content. see above.#<-warning | heavily personified reader ● female parts / specific hair + clothing / personality + taste / petnames or nicknames #fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( post 4 complete au ) ● character ( eddie munson )#-- okay so apparently we're also getting a dose of mechanic!eddie and biker!eddie in that he will be the owner of a motorcycle.#-- i'm not sorry about reader being a byers. just if anyone is wondering. i am trying to leave her/you vague as possible though.#-- it's kinda self indulgent. i'm writing what i wanted to read lmaooo.#-- more barb/robin in the next chapter i s2g. also other stuffs.#-- also i promise i'm going to update gareth eventually. i'm still figuring that one out.

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