#Freak 1

[pastej]

Still in my Stranger Things era! 📺💭

#stranger things #hellfire club #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #lucas sinclair #eddie munson #freak 1 #gareth hellfire club #jeff hellfire club #my art #mike wheeler

[sofiiel]

Made myself sad ~ so to make myself happy ↑↑↑

I like to Imagine Jeff's taking the picture ❤ getting a shot of his friends and bandmates hanging out. One day he'll write a book on his life in the band. These pictures are important.

#eddie munson #eddie munson edit #stranger things #Freak 1 #unnamed freak #gareth stranger things

[munson-memories]

Can you please do a mood board for playing DND with Eddie & Hellfire?

I struggled with finding pics for this one, hope this is okay :)

(All images found on pinterest)

#eddie munson #hellfire club #stranger things #eddie and wayne munson #eddie munson moodboard #eddie munson x reader #stranger things moodboard #dungeons and dragons #D&D #gareth emerson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #freak 1 #jeff #eddie munson request #eddie munson headcanon #¤-munson-memories-¤ #~♡picture-packs♡~

[sherifftillman]

okay friends i would like to see some more communal fandom lore and so!! we all know this guy, right?

there's been a poll going around fairly recently about what the poor sod's name is, since he never got one (justice for freak #1) and i think we ought to expand on his lore a little more, since it's what he deserves and fuck knows the duffels aren't going to give him any more context

so we know jeff graduates in 1986. gareth's got another year and a half left. but our unnamed pal here got missed out of that lore drop, too, and so therefore:

feel free to also add what your name is for him in the tags! it'll be interesting to see if there's any patterns between what people think his name is vs how old he is 😊

#stranger things 4 #hellfire club #hellfire freak #unnamed freak #freak 1 #grant goodman

[killerqueenhetfield]

I would very much like to figure out Gareth, Jeff, and the unnamed member of Hellfires D&D classes.

#stranger things #hellfire #hellfire club #gareth #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #gwydion lashlee walton #jeff stranger things #trey best #freak #freak 1 #unnamed freak #eddie munson

[rindecision]

That's about what I expected

Not even one of you threw Steve a bone

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[ramen-flavored]

Can we as a fandom please give this poor dude an name?

He’s literally just credited as “Freak 1”. How hard is it to pick out a name?

#just give the poor man a name #stranger things #stranger things vol 4 #hellfire club #dnd #dungeons and dragons #freak 1 #corroded coffin #Eddie Munson #Gareth #Jeff #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #vecna

[pearlyetoile]

Mike says something dumb

#Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Stranger Things fanart #Freak 1 #Eddie Munson Fanart #(freak 1's name is Kevin to me :} ) #Artists on Tumblr

[rindecisions]

Stranger Tales: 13

A poll based Stranger Things fanfiction

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Robin shook her head and sighed. Steve was lucky that she’d grown fond of him over these last few weeks because she decided to tell him the truth. “Steve,” she said firmly. “That’s a man,” she spoke as if talking to a child.

“What?” Steve reluctantly tore his eyes off the vision on stage. He stared at Robin in disbelief and looked between her and the performer. “There’s no way.”

“I swear, that’s a man and not just any man, either.”

“Wait, so you do know who that is?” Steve asked quickly, looking back at the stage, trying to contemplate how that perfect woman could be a man. He was highly distracted by watching those painted lips tease the microphone and their slender fingers skillfully glide across the electric guitar strings.

“Yeah, I know only one person with that guitar. That’s Eddie Munson.”

Steve had to wrack his brain to recall the name. “Oh, the guy that you said was staring at me a few days ago?”

“Yeah, him.”

Steve squinted at the stage, trying to get a better look. For the life of him, he couldn’t see how that was Eddie. “You’re fucking with me.”

“I swear that’s a man, even if it’s not Eddie, that’s still a man,” she pressed.

“How on earth is that a man?” Steve jabbed his hand toward the stage and turned his attention back to the performance just in time to see them buckle their knees together and dramatically moan into the microphone.

Robin covered a snort when she saw the awestruck look on Steve’s face. He hadn’t even dropped the hand he pointed to the stage with, but his mouth was open. She tapped the underside of his chin, making him gasp back to reality.

“That’s not a man!” Steve stated firmly.

“Wanna bet?” Robin smirked.

“Name it!” Steve said firmly.

“If I’m right,” Robin stated confidently. “And that’s a man, which it is. Then you have to buy my lunch for a month.”

“Fine, and if I’m right, and that’s a woman, then you have to help me get a date with her.” He held his hand out.

Robin took it with a big grin and shook his hand. Steve turned his attention back to the stage and saw her do another dramatic moan. He let his head fall to the table with a thud. Please be a woman. He took a deep breath and returned to watching the rest of the performance. Every move she made gave him a head rush, and her spunk was out of this world. Yet again, his jaw dropped when he heard,

“Have ya, and grab ya ‘til you’re sore.”

Yes, please. He took a deep breath, trying to settle his heart rate, but with every consecutive “Cherry Bomb” they bent their knees a little further until, on the last one, they were laying back on their legs. The guitar pressed to their thighs was the only thing keeping the whole audience from looking up the tiny leather skirt. The curtain closed and Steve stared at the table, shell-shocked.

—

“Ha!” Eddie exclaimed as he stood up, listening to the crowd cheer from the other side of the curtain.

“Beautifully done, doll,” Velvet praised as she passed and walked on to introduce the next one.

Eddie was riding a performance high as he unplugged his guitar and danced his way to the dressing room.

“Eddie!” Jeff called as he and the others ran up to him. “That was awesome!”

Gareth laughed. “Never would have guessed there’s a dick under that skirt.”

“That’s the idea.” Eddie smirked.

“Heck, I think Eddie looks better as a woman,” Grant chimed.

“Rude!” Eddie snapped playfully.

Gareth shrugged. “He has a point.” He walked up to Eddie and squished the fake tits. “Maybe you should make these permanent.”

Eddie slapped Gareth’s hands away. “Yeah, I’ll fucking pass on that one.”

“Oh,” Grant perked. “You’ll never guess who’s here.”

Eddie laughed. “That spotlight was in my face, so I couldn’t see anyone who wasn’t up against the stage.”

“Fucking Harrington,” Gareth groaned.

Eddie coughed. “What?” he snapped in shock. “Do you think he recognized me?”

“He never comes to our shows, so unless you’ve shown your guitar to him, I doubt it.”

Eddie sighed in relief.

“Well,” Jeff thought, making Eddie tense. “He was sitting with one of the girls that show up regularly. I think her name’s Robin.”

“The band chick?” Gareth asked.

“Yeah, her.”

“Fuck!” Eddie hissed, holding his hands to the side of his head in distress.

Gareth raised an eyebrow at Eddie’s strong reaction. “He’s already graduated. It’s not like he can spread it around school or anything.”

“It’s not that,” Eddie grumbled.

“Then what is it?”

Eddie bounced nervously and sighed. “I need that fucking drink.” He walked past the others and toward the small employee door that led to the seating area, leaving his friends to look at each other in confusion.

—

“Hey.” Robin nudged Steve in the ribs.

“Ow,” he exclaimed, holding where she elbowed him. “What?”

“Now’s your chance, stud,” she said and pointed to Steve’s target walking out of the employee entrance and to the bar.

Steve nodded, pulled a comb out of his back pocket, making Robin groan, and combed back his hair before getting up. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck snagging your first man,” she snorted to herself.

He glared flatly at her and flipped her off as he backed away.

“Is he seriously going to hit on a man?” Max asked with a wide grin.

Robin shrugged. “He keeps striking out with women. Maybe he needs a new direction.”

—

Eddie sat at the bar and waited for the bartender. As he promised Velvet, he was staying in costume, ordering, then taking it backstage. He didn’t bother reacting when the stool next to him was taken.

“That was quite the performance.”

His eyes about popped out of his head when he heard Steve’s voice right next to his ear.

“Nat, was it?”

Slowly, Eddie turned to face a smug, suave-looking Steve in casual clothes. Shit, he looks good. He panicked, not sure what to do.

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[storiesbyrhi]

Is there a general consensus on what we're naming 'unnamed freak' / 'freak 1' / Corroded Coffin's bassist / Hellfire club member? The actor's name is Grant Goodman, so do we just call him Grant? Or something dumb inspired by that... like... Gene... because Genie's grant wishes???

And do we think he's a senior with Jeff, or junior with Gareth? I feel like he's a senior. (Gareth gets teased for being a baby but Eddie doesn't get teased for being old lmao.)

Thoughts? Feelings?

(I saw @eddiewakeupchrissylikesthis and @ramen-flavored asking the same kind of thing recently too?)

#Freak 1 #Unnamed Freak #Stranger Things #Hellfire Club #Corroded Coffin #Eddie Munson

[chopper-witch]

Why do the older party memebers never interact with Eddie’s OG friends in fics?

I want to see Steve have a mini breakdown when he realizes that kid he tripped almost every day (til the upside shit, of course) is one of Eddie’s best friends (it’s Gareth).

Or Nancy realize she is sitting across from one of the boys she called a perv despite him literally doing nothing, riling up several of the more popular boys, because while Nancy wasn’t Big at that point, they’ll take any excuse to beat up or bully someone.

Jonathan awkwardly shuffling when he sees one of the dudes he called a freak and an asshole and told him to fuck off because the “freak” had tried to talk to him about his camera and jonathan automatically assumed he was being made fun of.

Robin actually having no issue with any of them, which is also the problem. She has no fucking clue who they are.

Argyle just vibing, completely ignoring all the awkward tension in the air. He doesn’t give a fuck, except to mention how awkward it feels.

Idk I’d just love to see The Freaks™️ interacting with the older party members

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #jonathan byers #argyle #gareth #jeff #freak 1

[nardacci-does-art]

I meant to draw this back when I did this other doll comic as another side, to show a doll that had been cared for instead of abused, but somehow I wasn't able to finish it till like 10 minutes ago, anyway I did it *confetti*

#nardacci art #doll restoration #comic #I had the thumbnail sketches for the panel layouts in my files for like years #I've had the notes on my desktop since uuuhhh #wow 2020 I guess????? that's when I posted the cursed doll comic OTL #I have 1 more to do so maybe I'll get that one done by 20 freaking 28

[sofiiel]

#eddie munson #eddie munson edit #eddie munson manip #stranger things manip #hellfire club #corroded coffin #unnamed freak #freak 1

[panevanbuckley]

pls this sport is so unserious

#i glance up from freaking out about the pit strategies to see this 😭😭 #f1 #chinese gp 2024 #valtteri bottas #formula 1

[n64retro]

#pokémon #pokémon anime #pocket monsters #nintendo #game freak #pokémon company #pokémon gen 1 #pikachu #caterpie #friendship #nostalgia #pokéball

[rindecision]

Stranger Tales: Part 5 A poll based Stranger Things fanfiction

Read all of Stranger Tales on AO3

Eddie stared at the dimming sky as he finished his cigarette. He had planned to spend his day working on his campaign for the next school year while people watching, or rather, person watching. The chaotic bustling of the mall helped him focus, but, at least for now, the food court was off the list of possible loitering locations. He sighed and got up, snuffing his cigarette butt under his shoe before walking to his van. As he stretched, he remembered that it was Tuesday. “Shit!” he said, hurrying to his van and speeding back to his trailer. He ran inside, startling Wayne, who was in the kitchen. “Hey, Wayne,” Eddie greeted as he rushed past.

“Forget it was Tuesday again?” Wayne called after him.

“Yep.”

Wayne laughed and shook his head. When Eddie came running back out of his room, slinging his guitar onto his back, Wayne held out a small paper bag.

Eddie froze in front of it and laughed as he took the bag. “Thanks.” He pat Wayne on the shoulder and rushed back to his van. He set his guitar in the passenger seat and sped out of the trailer park. When he was on the main road, he opened the paper bag Wayne gave him and pulled out a sandwich. He drove one-handed as he scarfed the food, realizing he hadn’t eaten all day. He swerved back into his lane when he noticed he was drifting and made his way to Gareth’s. The other three were already in the garage practicing. He grabbed his guitar and hurried over to them.

“Dude, you’re fucking late,” Gareth shouted as he ran up.

“Again,” Jeff stressed.

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie slid the guitar strap over his shoulder and grabbed the amp cord to plug it in.

“Gross, man,” Gareth cringed.

“What?” Eddie looked at him and the others. Jeff and Grant snickering.

“You look like you have cum on your face.”

“What?”

Grant pointed to the corner of his own mouth.

Eddie wiped his thumb over the side grant indicated and realized he had some mayonnaise on him. He laughed and licked it off, making Gareth cringe again. “Sorry, I was eating on the way here.”

“Did you forget it was Tuesday again?” Gareth complained as he walked to his drum set.

“That, and I nearly got into a fight at the goddamn mall.” Eddie situated himself at the microphone and tapped it a couple of times to make sure it was on.

“With who?”

“Fucking Hargrove, man.”

“I thought you avoided that douche?” Gareth gave his drums a couple beats while he waited for Eddie to get situated and test the volumes of his gear.

“I do, but long story short, I opened up my big mouth, and I was certain I would have gotten my ass kicked if there wasn’t a security guard right there.”

“Glad you didn’t. It might look weird if our frontman came on stage with a busted fucking face.”

“I dunno, might’ve been kind of metal.” Eddie slid his pick down the guitar strings. “But you guys ready?”

“We have been for hours,” Jeff laughed.

They jumped straight into practicing and continued until nightfall. Gareth checked his watch to see that it was 10:13 pm. “We gotta get going, guys. We’re on stage in just under an hour.”

The others nodded and loaded everything they needed into Eddie’s van before heading to The Hideout. It was a sports bar, most of the time called The Hideaway, but after 10 pm it turned into The Hideout: an alternative bar with a more eclectic clientele, from rockers to drag queens and everything in between. With Hawkins being a small town, there weren’t many people there on the weekdays. They were lucky to have even ten people watching their show. On weekends, it was a little rowdier with the drag shows and such. Eddie had been trying to get them a weekend slot for at least a year now, but the host of the show, Velvet, kept saying it was the wrong vibe.

“There you boys are,” Velvet called happily as they walked in the back. She was a large, flamboyant black drag queen, and was one of the sweetest people Eddie knew.

“Hey Velvet,” they all replied, carrying the gear in.

“I thought I was going to have to improvise for twenty minutes to fill your slot. You’re on in ten.”

“Yes, mam.” The group hurried to get set up and were on stage by their scheduled time. They had an astonishing crowd of eight people, nine if you count the man passed out in a corner booth. After they’d played their set, the group packed everything back in the van and returned inside to watch the other shows and get some complimentary drinks at the bar. With them being under 21, they weren’t allowed anything with alcohol, no matter how much Eddie bitched about it.

“Eddie, honey.” Velvet walked up and sat on the stool behind him. “I need your help with something.”

“If it involves me putting on a dress, you know the answer,” Eddie said before she could even ask.

“I know you keep saying no, but this weekend is important, and we had one of our girls break her leg. Ironically, after I told her to.” Velvet sighed. “Please, we have a big-name local queen coming in from Indianapolis, and we need all the slots full. It’s just a three to five-minute performance. Out of everyone I know, you would need the least work to look amazing on that stage.”

“Are you saying I look like a girl?”

“No, I’m saying you have long hair and are slender. Those make you a quick fix with less effort to get you up there. I’ll do anything, just name it.”

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