𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ
ENFP
Gryffindor
Chaotic Good
Leo Sun, Aquarius Moon, Gemini Rising
SFW🌿
⭑ Eddie hates social media. Despises tik tok, but he LOVED vine. He constantly sends you old vine compilations on Youtube
⭑ Has a Hellfire group chat that you had to put on silent because the guys would go on tangents about the newest computer game
⭑ Eddie sends you selfies ALL. THE. TIME. Most of the time he can’t be bothered texting you, so he’ll send photos, videos, and voice memos
⭑ You made him watch Twilight and he actually liked it.
“Iconic Y/N.” Eddie stated when the credits rolled.
⭑ Oh and you guys have movie nights all the time, he literally loves to watch movies.
⭑ Loves horror!!! He actually really enjoyed Hereditary and Midsommar
⭑ You guys have long ass phone calls, like hours. You’re just on the phone while doing normal tasks, he just likes your company
⭑ He tries to learn how to skate but he is actually incredibly uncoordinated.
“Y/N, help - heLP ME Y/N STOP LAUGHING I'M GOING TO FALL!”
⭑ Sneaks into your room when your parents are home (even though you’re both adults)
⭑ Sending each other memes
⭑ Having so many inside jokes because of those memes
⭑ Buying him the new editions of Lord of the Rings. You love the way his face lights up, and you wait until he opens the book, before seeing a little note from you.
“Are you joking, babe I love this so much. Thank you!”
⭑ He’d probably still be a drug dealer tbh
⭑ Eddie would definitely go to protests
⭑ He drives you eVERYWHERE
⭑ “Babe change the playlist, babe-”
⭑ He never listens to the radio in the car
⭑ He really likes the Hunger Games series and thought the Netflix Shadow and Bone “was dope” (his exact words)
⭑ Uses your Netflix
⭑ Eddie is able to understand his sexuality more (he’s Pan)
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:
Chaotic Dumbass Duo
Two Idiots in Love Who Support Each Other No Matter What
Nerd x Mega Nerd
NSFW🔞
no minors allowed!
⭑ Eddie Munson is a man that will not cum until you have first. He wants his s/o to feel pleasure, rather than use sex as means for him to get off.
⭑ He’s passionate, fervent; his hands grab and squeeze, pull and wander.
⭑ He may not be the most experienced, but he deserves an A+ for effort. And with all the resources available, he makes sure to learn how to please you
⭑ Yes he does know where the clit is
⭑ Eddie is a switch
⭑ He would love to praise you, but also degrade you while his dick is in your mouth
⭑ He would so be down for pegging - I’m serious, he’d want to try it
⭑ Phone sex; mutually masturbating while on the phone together
⭑ Eddie definitely loves it when you send him nudes or even sexts. He goes berserk.
⭑ And speaking of nudes, that’s what he jerks off to. Yeah there’s porn, but nothing compares to his desire for you
⭑ He is very thick and very big
⭑ Eddie loves it when you sit on his face. Double points when you rub yourself back and forth
⭑ Also Eddie really isn’t disgusted by anything. If you’re a person who gets your periods, please tell him when you’re horny because he absolutely would be up for period sex. Would probably forget to put down a towel though.
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hi hello! i really enjoy the way you write vance and the 'happy metalhead boyfriends' type requests:) could i request something along this lines, but like with a dramatic love confession & first kiss kinda trope? m!reader pls
screaming crying sobbing i LOVE writing for the happy metalhead boyfriends, it makes me so happy smh its exactly what i need, so of course ill do this🫶🫶 i can just imagine that vance is so worked up about his feelings, youve been on his mind, maybe its months after he was taken by the grabber, and all he could think about was how caring youve been and how genuine you are after he escaped :)
if you requests metalhead bfs for vance i will literally 100% do it its just so adorable omfg
requests r open, masterlist is up!!
Vance Hopper x Male Reader!
Warnings: Mentions of Abduction, Frustration, Happy Boyfriends
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The days dwindled on for everybody but him, it was like the universe was extending his torture, the only thing that proved he wasn't in hell, was you. Your fragrance, your love, your genuine care for what Vance was thinking each day distinguished you from others. People often swarmed him for his trauma inducing past. The invasive comments, the inconsiderate questions, it made him violently sick in his stomach, it consumed what was his previously content life.
They always spoke of the man. If he was in school, it was questions of 'How did he not murder you?'. If he happened to be in public, it would be along the lines of 'How did he keep you?'. These questions were like mosquitoes, slowly draining, plucking the life force from him, leaving open scars to heal once again.
He wished everybody but you would just fuck off.
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"Vance? Dude, you good? It's just a little present I thought to get you while I was out."
Your easy voice brought him back to the present. You two were located in a park that you found, surrounding trees giving you ample shade with the evergreen leaves, the daylight shining easy on his cheek, highlighting the jean jacket you'd recently bought him as a birthday gift.
His eyes met yours, and he gazed down at the cassette tape you brought, introducing it as his.
"It has Iron Maiden and Bon Jovi, a little of you and a little of me, so when you're out you have somethin of me with you!"
Your voice was excited, the present being a discreet way to see how he'd react to you being affectionate. Unbeknownst to you, you consumed his every waking thoughts, as well as filling his dreams when he was asleep.
"Thanks man, this shit rocks,"
His voice was cut short. He wanted to admit so much more than you knew. He wanted to fill his life with even more of you. He adored your everything, the way you respected him, just subconsciously knowing what he needed. Your angel eyes that he loved more than anything to just look into, seeing the way you truly were immersed in him. His words were so limited in the moment, but he prayed that you knew he wanted to say more.
He took the cassette gently, having his calloused finger tips rub against your rough hands, given an edge from the cigarette burns & fights that were, in your reasoning, justified for Vance. He thought they fit perfectly together, two jagged rocks that interlink for one another.
"Jesus, we still have most of the day to waste. Wanna head to my place? Hang there?"
Most of what he said was true, he did want you to come over, have his room smell like you, but a day spent with you is a day never wasted.
"Course, lead the way!"
You were practically radiating, doing a terrible cover up job to mask your eagerness. This wasn't the first time he'd invited you, but a day you two spent the day at Vance's house was a day closer to you becoming a title further than 'friends'.
Vance's arm wrapped around your shoulder, guiding you up. The feeling of you in his arm made his breathing uneven, it was such a completing feeling that he didn't know how to act normally, keeping an oddly cold face on while he did. The more he took you two into town, the more you could feel the stares, burning through you like lighters. The same foreboding feeling overcame you two, predicting what was next.
"Excuse me? Vance Hopp- Young man! Could we have a moment of your time for an interview?"
A day could be spoiled so quickly by unplanned guests. Vance didn't bother sparring a glance, not wanting the attention he despised, if they wanted to talk, they could kiss his ass for all he cares. You could hear the shoes scurrying on the sidewalk, y a dash for somebody that thought they were the bane of his existence.
"Sir, please, a moment of your time!"
A hand was laid on your shoulder, a firm grasp on your shredded t-shirt, causing you to flinch and squirm under there touch. While you froze from shock, Vance reacted the only way he knew how to when he was under pressure; violence.
A gruff hand latched onto the reporters arm, tearing it away from you. You could sense his anger leaking from him, it was odd to see him so aggravated over this, normally you would shush the crowd away. Vance's thoughts were blanking, he was in disbelief they'd put a hand on what he considered an intimate buddy. His body was hot, anger replacing the feelings of comfort he once felt.
"Fuck. Off. Get a fucking life, dickbag."
A poisonous lace tied to his words, filling the air around the two of you, killing the noise with ease. Putting no more time aside for them, he took your wrist and pulled you along, a worrying silence accompanied the walk the rest of the way.
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The wooden door stood no chance against his boot, wobbling in at the slightest amount of pressure put on. Inside, the house was neat, surprisingly neat for somebody like Vance to keep home in it, but you came to know over the months that he preferred his space clean, unlike his outside persona.
A smell that you could only describe as 'deaths accomplice' took over when you were tugged into Vance's room. It was medium sized, the room itself being cozy, some things thrown here and there, but not terrible, it might've even made you make a mental note to tidy your room, just for the occasion that he comes over.
The boys hand was still securely wrapped on you, not letting go until you sat on the bed, with him standing up, pacing the room inconspicuously. It was odd to see him so distressed. You'd been there to comfort him after overwhelming moments, he was more of a silent cryer than an anxiety induced victim. He was acting abnormally for something thats happened so many times. He was almost jumpy, like something would pop out. The steps he took made his hair bounce lightly, emphasizing how soft they were.
"We need to talk. Now."
Shit. What's wrong with him? Vance never showed this extent to his vulnerability. You could feel your heart beating faster, your eyebrows furrowing as you nodded to him, giving the quiet 'okay' to go on.
He was huffing as he trued to find the words, displaying his distraught. Be was trying to form words for a feeling that was like his own religion. He followed you & listened to you, taking your words with nothing but trust. It was easy to trust someone who made you feel like heaven, even when you were trapped, caged in hell.
How hard could it be to just ask someone to be your boyfriend?
He took strides over to you, and stopped right before your feet, forcing himself to make his eyes to meet yours.
"You mean more to me than you know, and I can't help my feelings, or whatever this is. I want you to be with me, be by my side, like officially. I want you to feel the way the world shifts around me when you're around. I want you to be my boyfriend, fuck!"
The tones of his words rose and fell, he wanted to say what he's felt for so long in his own words, his angrily confused demeanor. To somebody else, it may've sounded like he was frustrated, misinterpreting his intentions entirely, but to you, it was clear as day. Stunned to his words, you once again nodded, compensating for your voice, but your nod didn't let down how thrilled you were, or the way your nerves made your body shake.
Vance's eyes were trained on you, seeing you nodding enthusiastically, seeing the silent 'yes' that he craved.
Without a word, he brought his hands to your face, holding you while his lips came onto yours, a celebration of its own, passion & love entwined.
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ive had a busy day today, so im sorry if this seems off💔 but i just love happy metalhead bfs sm bro
requests r open, masterlist is up!!
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my Steve's Older Sister headcanons
her name is Louisa Jean Harrington, Steve calls her 'Lou' (she calls him 'Eve')
she's 4 years older than him
the original family disappointment
after she graduated, she moved to Indy for a year before moving to New York for college
she attends Julliard for classical music, it's the only thing keeping her in their parents will (she plays the cello)
she left Steve a "guide to life" when she moved out of Hawkins, but he didn't read it until 1983, when life suddenly became a lot harder to navigate
she's the one who taught him how to look after + style his hair
she played basketball too, but not at school because their parents wouldn't let her
her boyfriend in highschool cheated on her so she broke into his house and stole his varsity jacket
she would have been a senior when Eddie was a freshman (i'm pretty sure i worked that out right, the way the american school year is set out confuses me)
speaks italian bc she's closer to that side of their family than steve
she can cook
she heard about the things that happened to steve from friends that she still has living in hawkins, but it was always brought up way after it happened so there like. wasn't any point in her flying back to check on him even though she wanted to
she's always seen right through him, and it caused a lot of tension between them when he started becoming King Steve/their parents golden child
she's always wanted to learn guitar but just hasn't gotten around to it
she's really supportive, and will automatically back steve up even when he's wrong or she doesn't know what's going on
she will also take any opportunity to bully him
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