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mozzarella-stickz · 2 years

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You Are My Lucky Star: Eddie Munson x F! Reader

Author’s Note: 99% of this is based on my own experiences, thoughts, and feelings. I really needed this comfort. I hope to anyone feeling this way about yourself that you’re not alone and completely valid :)

Summary: You’re convinced you’re unlovable. Eddie Munson doesn’t quite seem to think that’s true.

Warnings: self-esteem issues, self deprecating humor, mentions of slight parent issues, however lots of fluff and comfort <3 also reader is a theater girl because so was I 🥹🙏🏻

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You tapped your pencil against your math notebook, desperately trying to not let the tears fall out of your eyes. Yet another failed crush, another guy who didn’t return your feelings and only wanted to be friends with you. This had happened with almost every guy in your time in high school, and it was really starting to hurt you inside. You believed there was something wrong with you, something driving people away, something that made you completely unlovable. Was it your face? Your nose? Your body? How you reacted to things? You weren’t sure, but you were bound and determined to be sitting in front of your mirror that night crying and trying to pick out what it was.

Your leg began to bounce against the floor, as the tears began to slip from your eyes. You reached your hand up and quickly wiped them away, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself.

From across the room, however, you were attracting the attention of someone.

Eddie Munson was watching you carefully, studying your hunched expression, sad eyes, and shaky and bouncy legs. He knew of you, since you were good friends with Nancy and Robin, and he’d seen you in almost all of the plays and musicals (that he swore Jeff forced him to go to, which was part of it, but it was partly to see you). Something was up with you, and he wanted to know. It wasn’t anything theater related, Robin had said you’d gotten the role you wanted in the play, maybe it was school? Whatever it was, he was going to hound Wheeler and Buckley about it.

The bell rang, signaling the end of 9th period. You grabbed your Walkman and headphones from your bag, slipping them over your ears and pressing play. The sound of Olivia Newton John’s melancholy intro to “Hopelessly Devoted To You” filled your ears, and you sighed. Of course.

You walked down the hallway to your last class, your head hung low as you looked at your feet. You didn’t know why you were even so upset about this guy, you knew it was probably going to end up like this. Why were you so upset? You were probably just being stupid like usual.

You sighed as you entered your last class, praying to God it would go by soon so you could get out of here.

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“Wheeler?”

Nancy looked up from her work table in the school newspaper room, to see Eddie leaning in the doorway. She glared at him, telling Fred to take over her station while she talked to him.

“What is it, Munson?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“It’s about Y/N. She looked…really upset today in class. Like not at all how she usually is. Is everything ok?”

Nancy sighed.

“Boy problems,” Nancy told him. “She’s…she’s an emotional person, and this is the fourth guy to reject her. She’s always been really insecure and I can tell it’s really hurting her.”

“Insecure? Why?”

Nancy shrugged.

“Her mom’s a little much, always gave her shit for her personality and sometimes even her weight, and she’s always just been that way. Since middle school at least.”

“She’s like…super pretty. And you’ve seen her onstage, she’s just, so…magical.”

A glimmer started to glow in Nancy’s eye.

“She is,” Nancy said with a smile. “Now I really have to get back to my newspaper station. Thanks for your concern.”

“No problem, Wheeler.”

Nancy left him alone, and Eddie felt something in his stomach. Something he hadn’t really ever felt before. Could he like Y/N? She was pretty, kind, smart, and really funny from what her friends have said. Eddie thought about her in his head, her smile, her voice, and the feeling in his gut grew. Eddie was at that point he did, in fact, like Y/N.

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“Y/N, I think I’ve found a guy for you.”

You looked up from your lunch at Nancy, who had that excited look in her eyes like when she had some sort of master plan. You looked at her confused, eyes brows furrowed.

“I already told you, Steve is too much like my brother for me to-“

“It’s not Steve,” Nancy interjected, sitting down across from you.

Your confusion only began to grow.

“If it’s not Steve than who is it?”

“Ok, don’t laugh, but its Eddie Munson.”

You burst out laughing despite Nancy’s warning.

“Y/N!”

“Eddie? You really think Eddie likes me?”

“I do! He asked me about you yesterday, said you looked really sad in your math class.”

“So?”

“And then I told him about your boy problems…”

“Nancy!”

“Let me finish! He acted shocked, he was asking why you were so insecure because he said you were super pretty and get this…he said you were magical on stage!”

You sat back, stunned. There was no way. He had to have just being friendly. You weren’t ugly, but super pretty? You didn’t think you were at all. And you weren’t that good onstage, sure you had lots of energy and facial expression but magical? That was a bit extreme…

“He was probably just being nice.” You said. “I doubt it was anything serious.”

Nancy groaned.

“What?!” you exclaimed. “I have to be realistic. Being a hopeless romantic is what got me in this situation in the first place! Maybe I’m just unlovable, or something.”

“That’s not true!”

“Maybe!”

“Oh my God, I love you, but you can be so stubborn.”

You took a bite of your pretzel and shrugged.

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“Hey, Buckley.”

“Holy shit, Eddie! Don’t scare me like that!”

Robin picked up the stack of VHS tapes she had dropped, glaring at Eddie as he helped her pick them up.

“Sorry, sorry!” he exclaimed as he helped Robin pick them all up. “I just really need to talk to you.”

“Is it about Y/N?”

“How did…?”

“Nancy.”

“Goddamnit, Wheeler.”

Robin set the stack of tapes on the counter, pushing Steve’s legs away.

“Hey!” Steve exclaimed, narrowly avoiding knocking over his Coke van sitting next to his legs.

“Shut up, dingus, Eddie’s gotta tell us about his crush on Y/N.”

“What?”

Eddie’s face flushed.

“You’re blushing!” Robin laughed. “Eddie’s in looovveeee!”

Eddie shrugged Robin off.

“Okay, maybe, wait shit, not in love but the crush yeah, not that I don’t love her! But like it’s too early for that and I’ve barely talked to her besides after her shows and at Nancy’s birthday party-“

“You’re rambling.”

“You’re one to talk, Buckley.”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“Nancy said Y/N isn’t convinced you like her. Nancy said Y/N went on about some bullshit about being thinking she’s ‘unlovable’ or something dumb like that.”

“Unlovable? Really?”

“Y/N’s words exactly.”

“Jesus, Nance said she was emotional but I didn’t realize Y/N thought of herself that way.”

“She’s been through a lot. And if you break her anymore I will not hesitate to snitch on you to Hopper about your little side hustle.”

“Believe me, I have no intentions of hurting her. I don’t know, I just want to like…wrap her in a blanket and not let her feel sad or anything again.”

Robin smiled that same knowing smile that Nancy had, and Eddie felt those same butterflies in his stomach at the thought of Y/N. He had to ask her out.

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“Why are we here? I just want to go home and watch The Breakfast Club!”

“You can watch your John Hughes after this, I promise,” Nancy told you, sitting you down at the picnic table in the woods.

“And I won’t talk about how hot Claire is the entire movie,” Robin promised, sitting next to you.

“You only say that since she looks so much like Vickie.”

“Shut up!”

A couple minutes passed and you began to grow annoyed.

“Seriously, what is going on?”

“Just wait!”

You set your head down on the table, and Robin looked at Nancy a little nervously. There was no way Eddie was joking, right? To their delight and relief, they saw him walking towards them, looking uncharacteristically stressed and pale.

“Hey, Y/N,” Nancy said, shaking you.

“What?” you grumbled, before your eyes grew wide at the sight of Eddie.

“H-hey,” he said nervously, rocking on his heels. “Um, how are you?”

“I’m g-good. What are you doing here?”

“Well, I actually had a little…a little proposition, if you will, for you.”

You felt your hands begin to shake, your body get goosebumps, and your heart go light.

“W-what is it?”

“I know the drive-in is showing Singin’ In The Rain next week, and um…it’s a musical and I know you love this so I…I wanted to know if you would come with me?”

You felt like your head was spinning. Overcome with emotion, you burst into tears. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie all looked at you panicked, and you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket, trying to calm yourself down.

“S-sorry!” You cried, “I’m just…I can’t believe…”

“Deep breaths, it’s ok,” Nancy soothed you, rubbing your back with her hand softly. Robin nodded, rubbing your shoulder with her hand.

Eddie kneeled in front of you, resting his hands on your knees gently. He looked up at you, his big brown eyes meeting your eyes. Eddie then reached up, wiping away your tears, not caring that Nancy and Robin were watching.

“Can…can you give us a minute?” he asked them, and the two girls nodded, scurrying off to a clearing a little ways away.

Eddie sat next to you on the bench, wrapping an arm around you tightly.

“Look…” he said, his voice finally steady. “Nance and Rob told me all about you. I hate that you think of yourself so lowly, you’re pretty, talented, you’re always raving about your shows or The Muppets or Stevie Nicks or your new favorite movie and…it’s sweet. You’re really sweet. And I guess I’ve felt this way for a long time but I only just realized that…I really, really like you, Y/N. I really do.”

“Really?” you said, your tears beginning to dry. “You’re not messing with me?”

“I wouldn’t do that. So…what do you say to the movie?”

“If you don’t mind me bursting out into song and dance, I’ll say I’m down to go.”

“I don’t mind at all. Not when you look so cute doing it.”

You got incredibly embarrassed, hiding your face in your hands. Eddie laughed at you, pulling your hands away with a smile.

“I’m serious! When you were that one girl in the show last year, the weird name that started with Z? The one in love with that Tommy kid? Totally adorable.”

“Zaneeta in The Music Man?”

“Yes!”

“Thank you, Eddie, she was my dream role for a long time and getting to play her was just…amazing.”

“I’m glad. You deserved it.”

You snuggled into Eddie’s side, breathing in deeply. Nancy and Robin watched from behind a tree, smiling as you and Eddie got up, hand in hand.

Not all your problems were going to be fixed of course, but you knew no matter what, you had Eddie, and that was perfect.

#stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #totally not crying right now #i want my eddie

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brutal-nemesis · 7 months

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E&T: A Truly Slothful Start

*points at Erebus* Bro is NOT built for this lmao (btw I drew the sloth demon a v long time ago enjoy)

Suggested battle music: Grandma (Destruction) from NieR: Automata (spotify | youtube)

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Ingredients: combat whump we fight monster, amputation hehe (not gory tho!), slight drowning, undescribed eye whump

PART III: Untitled World

The things that hit him first were the suffocating darkness and the awful chill in the air.

Erebus knew he didn’t belong here. All around him, strange rock formations jutted out every which way, no sign of life among them. There didn’t seem to be any source of light, and yet everything was clearly visible, casting hardly any shadow. The silence was nearly absolute, pressing in on his ears. The only thing he could hear was the freakishly loud sound of his own heartbeat, amplified by the collar around his neck.

Wait, the collar-he reached up for it, fingers closing around the awful strip of leather that he’d been forced to wear since the start of his captivity. He had a sword, he had claws, and N...no one would make him wear another one if he broke it. So he should take it off, right? He should destroy it. He’d always hated it, the way it meant he was owned, how it let-let people put leashes on him and lead him around like a dog. She...she’d said it herself, that he had to wear it so he wouldn’t forget that he belonged to her, but now they were...not together. So it shouldn’t matter.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about when she’d taken it off for the procedure with the envy demon, about how utterly, embarrassingly exposed he’d felt without that stupid collar. Maybe the feeling would pass, and he would just have to get used to being without it. He hadn’t worn one for the vast majority of his life, so it should be easy to adjust back, right? Besides, it was more than just a collar, it was a way for her to know if someone other than her was touching him, and that was violating, it was...it was a way for her to know he was alive. Assuming it worked, assuming whatever signal it was could be sent to another world.

Erebus lowered his hands, still chained together, as he blinked away tears. He-he was really here, in this other world with only a slim chance of ever going back. He’d take every tie to his old life he could get, no matter how painful. And if the spell on the collar worked, then…he owed it to her to let her know he was still alive. He could wear the collar for a little while longer. The muzzle, on the other hand...he didn’t mind tearing that off and throwing it away in the slightest.

Shakily, he stood, grabbing the sheathed sword in front of him. Being expected to fight was…strange. But, looking at himself now, he was practically designed for this, almost every modification giving him some sort of advantage. It made his blood run cold to think about how this had been the plan from the start, how obvious it seemed now. He wanted to lay down and sob and process what had happened, but everything was so different and strange that he didn’t feel safe enough to let his guard down like that. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he buckled the sword belt around his waist and began looking around.

Behind where he’d appeared, there was a bag lying on the ground. Inside was a cloak with holes for his wings, a knife, and a bedroll. Well, better than nothing, but he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do about food and water or lighting a fire. Maybe that demon tongue would be coming in handy, after all. He put on the cloak, grateful to have something to help him keep warm in this place, along with the shoes he still had on from their trip to the desert.

Nothing else here, he began carefully making his way along one of the stone cliffs, leaning on it since there had never been a chance to fully heal the gash in his leg. Progress was slow, and maybe it would have been a good time to think things through, but he couldn’t stop tears from forming in his eyes at the mere thought of what had happened, so instead he just focused on the pain in his leg, flaring up brighter with every step.

Time felt impossible to grasp, as if this place was outside of it entirely, but at some point Erebus reached the end of the maze of stone. He was greeted with what looked like a vast ocean, but the water was unnaturally calm, not a single ripple on the glass-like surface. Had there been stars above, it would have been beautiful, but under the canopy of uniform blackness, it just looked like a cold, empty void.

Erebus hesitated to step out in the open, no walls to protect him, but the silence was so absolute that he couldn’t imagine there was another living thing anywhere near him. His leg didn’t hurt quite as much anymore despite how much he’d been walking, so he was able to hobble to the water’s edge and investigate, setting the pack down to make moving around a little easier. The sword, however, still hung at his side, just in case.

The water was clear, and as far as he could tell, there was no sign of life in it whatsoever. It was jarringly different from the seaside at home, where you could hardly take a step without spotting a shellfish or aquatic plant. Here, it was just pebbles, no broken shells or bits of dead coral among them. He crouched and dipped a finger in, finding the water both cold and salty. The ripples created by his finger traveled far, seeming to get bigger as they traveled along. Suddenly, even bigger ripples rushed to meet them from farther out, and Erebus’s stomach knotted in terror as he bolted upright, pulling out the sword, having to hold it with both hands since they were still chained.

He strained his eyes in the darkness, looking for whatever had caused the disturbance. Was that...there was something in the water out there, he was sure of it. He took a few steps back, sword still held in front of him, watching the strange shape grow larger and larger as it approached. The moment the tip of its nose emerged, the surface of the water erupted, spraying Erebus with cold mist and shooting tendrils out into the open air that coalesced into a large sort of web. Arches of water now crisscrossed all throughout the space, severely limiting how much he could fly around, especially since he never had a chance to practice it much. In the middle of the watery network was a large bubble, and when he saw what was inside it, Erebus’s jaw dropped.

The creature was enormous, big enough to swallow him whole in one bite. Its pale gray body was long, with two pairs of flippers that were almost as big as Erebus and a webbed, spiny ridge going down its back. A cruel, curved hook jutted out from the end of its tail, almost as sharp-looking as its conical teeth. As Erebus looked at it in horror, it turned its gaze to him, its blank white eyes staring into his own identical pair. So this…this must be a sloth demon. He was supposed to fight that?

He could leave, just run and hide, this thing couldn’t follow him through those rocky canyons, he could stop and take a moment to think, but this was an enemy right in front of him, and no matter how terrifying, it had revealed itself, no more surprises. Erebus tightened his grip. If he could-could beat this thing then he could really rest. It would be safe here. He would be that much closer to going h…somewhere that wasn’t here. He could do this. He had to.

Despite how much he was shaking, Erebus took flight and approached, finding it difficult to do so while he was holding the sword, but not enough for him to fall out of the air. The demon just watched as he flew past the jets of water, and Erebus hated those blank white eyes boring into him, which just made him loathe his own all that much more. How…how exactly was he supposed to attack it? It was so huge and he couldn’t see any kind of obvious weakness, not to mention that it was surrounded by a sphere of water. While he knew his eyes worked underwater, he could only imagine his wings would be a hindrance, not to mention the heavy sword.

Maybe…maybe he should just retreat for now. Come up with a plan and come back. This was just…it was too much. Reassuring himself that the demon couldn’t follow him, he cautiously turned around and started to weave his way through the tendrils of-there was a sharp jerk on his wing, and suddenly Erebus was being dragged through the air, crashing into pillars of water as he went, barely registering the splash of his sword hitting the sea below as he scrambled to get his wing free of-of-it was that hook it was pierced through the top of Erebus’s wing he couldn’t get it out his fingers were slippery and freezing and useless he had to do something kick his legs flap his wings anything-

Just as those awful teeth came into view, Erebus managed to swing himself back, but the chain on his wrists was caught, wrapped around a tooth, his fall jerked to a halt, he was hanging by his wrists, the hook was gone but his wing wouldn’t work, he had to do something, that eye was so big and so close, watching him struggle, the beast’s throat humming with an ancient growl, hungry, he couldn’t just let this happen, he grabbed the tooth with his left hand and the chain with his right, he could do this, pull himself up enough to-

The great jaws snapped shut, and Erebus tumbled into the water below.

Cold shocked his system, despite the fact that his left arm felt like it was on fire.

He couldn’t stay down here. He had to get to the surface.

But, down there, a faint glint. Metal. His sword. His only hope of winning.

He swam towards it, progress slow and painful and-

His left hand was gone.

There wasn’t time to mourn it.

His remaining hand wrapped around the hilt of the sword. It was heavy, too heavy for him to swim up with.

He was running out of air. He had to try. This couldn’t be the end. Not here. Not so soon after-

The hook pierced through his wing again, and it was all he could do to hold onto his sword this time around.

The sloth demon pulled him up and out of the water with its tail, tossing him high into the air as it opened its great jaws to swallow him whole. His wings torn and useless, all Erebus could do was flap them desperately and hope it would be enough, hope he could at least-his foot landed on one of those teeth, holding him for just a moment before he slipped, but it was enough to aim his sword hold it steady launch himself down drive that point right down into the demon’s eye paint that awful soulless white with red hear the roar of agony so loud he could feel it in his bones and now the water was collapsing falling back down the great corpse falling with it he had to get away wrench the sword out jump back splash into the water struggle to the surface to the shore drag himself out of the water collapse on the shore and breathe.

He-he’d won, but just barely, and the losses were-Erebus bit back tears, looking away from the ragged stump at the end of his left arm. There was no way he could survive six more fights like that.

This horrible, hostile place was going to destroy him, and there would be nothing left of him to go back home.

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#i wrote something #erebus & terror #erebus #somiaken #combat whump #amputation #suggested music is just there for you to listen to during the fight sequence if you wish!! it has been selected as Fitting #yeah he was uh. he was sizzling in the frying pan like bacon for the last while but i have since dumped him into my giant campfire #delightful isn't it #IT'S THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR: MAN DECIDES TO KEEP HIS COLLAR ON LMAOOOO #trauma and attachment to neteri go crazy #he will cry so much later dont worry but right now he is running on adrenaline and fear. terror if you will #he needs a cozy little safe place to do the sobbing #so let's go beat up the giant aquatic dinosaur demon im sure that will end well-oh no #his ass lucked out i sure hope that's not a trend 🤪 almost like he wasn't ready for this or something #hopefully the funky water bullshit was described well enough just a bunch of random arches of water basically #so it's more Water but the fight isn't totally underwater hooray #ah finally the handcuff chain wrapped around tooth incident i have been waiting for so long <3333 #listen i cant say anything about sloth without saying TRULY SLOTHFUL rezero activity confirmed

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