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EDDIE MUNSON APPRECIATION WEEK Day 1: Favorite Scene ⬩ The Cult of Vecna campaign
That’s why we play!
Chaotic baby
eddie munson + being the biggest fucking meme on the planet
STRANGER THINGS 4 (2022)
Spiffed up art of mine
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I am SO excited to see how the town are gonna act around the party (specifically lucas, mike and dustin) cuz they were in hellfire and last I checked almost the WHOLE town thinks hellfire was an evil cult 😭🙏
Yeahhhh.... I don't think ANY of them are gonna be Mr. Popular in Hawkins....
(Also, I REALLY wanna see more of the other members of Hellfire!!)
(OH! They also might mention Erica since lucas used the exuse "MY sister is obsessed with D&D" like way to drag your sisters name in the dirt lucas 🙄✋️)
one mr eddie munson
YALL GWYDION LIKED MY COMMENT ON ONE OF HIS POSTS DJDHDJDJDH (I know he usually likes comments and i’m not special but LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT)
Okay but imagine an Eddie x reader fic based off of the song Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge!!!! Like, imagine walking into a bar and Corroded Coffin is playing that night omfg I haven’t written stories in so long but I gotta make this a reality!!!!
Pissing, shitting, screaming, and crying after watching season 4 again
It's giving... Something
This scene gives me total Dustin and Eddie vibes and I'm here for it.
can you do another popular!readerxmikewheeler blurb please?😊
— COINCIDENCE
written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , mike wheeler 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1400
summary. mike wheeler isn't the same boy he was last year. the hellfire club and d&d are his only escape from feeling like a nobody in his own school. she's hawkins high's brightest star, leading the cheer squad with a confidence that lights up every hallway, but when she stumbles upon mike during one of his campaign sessions, curiosity sparks-can two people from different worlds find common ground?
labels. popular cheerleader reader, extrovert reader, introvert mike, shy mike, touchy and affectionate reader.
warnings. add any if necessary
‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. sabrina carpenter’s short n sweet album. i love it! my favorite songs have to be taste, good graces, juno, and don’t smile. enjoy ♡
hawkins high hadn’t changed much. the same squeaky floors, the same buzzing fluorescent lights, the same faces in the hallways. but to mike wheeler, it felt like an entirely different world. the one where he fit in had disappeared, replaced by one where he was just … invisible.
he hadn’t meant for it to happen. friendships drifted, people changed. lucas found a place on the basketball team, max had her own battles, el and will now resided in california, and mike? mike had the hellfire club.
most days, he liked it that way. the campaign room was a sanctuary, filled with laughter, dice rolls, and the kind of camaraderie he didn’t find anywhere else. but today? today was different.
the door creaked open, and he froze mid-sentence. ❝… roll for initiative.❞ his voice wavered slightly, eyes flickering toward the intruder.
it was her. y/n l/n, the girl everyone noticed. the head cheerleader, with that bright smile and the confidence that seemed to glow wherever she went.
she shouldn’t be here. this wasn’t her world.
her gaze swept over the room, lingering on the chaos of the game board and the scattered dice. ❝sorry, am i interrupting?❞ her voice was light, almost teasing.
dustin answered before mike could. ❝yeah, kinda. but, you know, stay if you want.❞ he grinned, clearly amused by the sheer absurdity of her being there.
mike’s cheeks burned. he ducked his head, pretending to be focused on the game. but he felt her eyes on him.
❝actually, i was looking for you,❞ she said, directing her words toward mike.
his head shot up. ❝me?❞
❝yeah. can we talk?❞ she gestured toward the hallway.
every pair of eyes in the room was on him. dustin gave an exaggerated eyebrow raise, and eddie leaned back in his chair, smirking.
❝uh … sure.❞ mike mumbled, pushing himself to his feet. his heart pounded as he followed her out.
the hallway was quieter, the hum of distant chatter fading as they walked further. she stopped near the trophy case, turning to face him.
❝so,❞ she started, crossing her arms over her chest, ❝what’s the deal with that game?❞
mike blinked. ❝what? d&d?❞
she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. ❝yeah. it seems … interesting.❞
he didn’t know how to respond. was she messing with him?
❝why do you care?❞ his voice came out sharper than he intended.
her smile faltered for a moment before softening again. ❝i don’t know. i guess … i’ve seen you around. you always look like you’re having fun with your friends. and, well, it looks nice.❞
mike stared at her, trying to process her words. he wasn’t used to people outside of his circle being curious about his world. especially not her.
❝it is fun,❞ he admitted, his voice quieter.
her eyes lit up. ❝see? i knew it.❞ she stepped closer, leaning against the wall beside him. ❝it’s cool that you guys have something like that.❞
he shifted uncomfortably. ❝yeah, i guess. most people just think it’s nerd stuff.❞
❝who cares what most people think?❞ she shrugged. ❝you like it, right? that’s what matters.❞
his heart did a weird flip at her words. he wasn’t sure if it was her tone or the way she was looking at him —like she genuinely meant it — but something about this moment felt different.
❝thanks,❞ he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
she smiled again, this time brighter. ❝anytime.❞
for a moment, they stood in silence, the weight of the school around them feeling far away.
❝so,❞ she broke the quiet, ❝you gonna teach me how to play?❞
mike blinked. ❝you want to play?❞
❝why not?❞ she laughed, bumping his shoulder lightly. ❝maybe it’s time i tried something new.❞
he hesitated. ❝i don’t know … it’s kind of complicated.❞
she raised an eyebrow. ❝are you saying i can’t handle it?❞
his lips twitched into a small smile. ❝no, just… it might not be your thing.❞
❝let me be the judge of that, wheeler.❞ she grinned, and for a second, he forgot why he was nervous.
the following week, she showed up at hellfire. dustin’s jaw practically hit the floor, and eddie looked like christmas had come early. but mike? he was nervous.
still, y/n fit in better than he expected. she laughed at their jokes, asked questions about the game, and even rolled her first dice with an enthusiastic cheer.
by the end of the session, she was leaning into mike’s side, her hand resting lightly on his arm as she whispered, ❝this is actually fun.❞
his heart raced at the contact, but he managed a nod. ❝told you.❞
❝you’re a good teacher,❞ she teased, her fingers squeezing his arm gently.
he swallowed hard, feeling a warmth spread through him. ❝you’re a good student.❞
she smiled, resting her head against his shoulder for a moment. ❝thanks for letting me crash.❞
❝thanks for wanting to,❞ he replied, his voice soft.
over the next few weeks, y/n kept coming back. not just to hellfire, but into mike’s life. she’d find him in the hallway, throw her arm around him, and drag him to sit with her at lunch.
people stared. they whispered. but she didn’t care, and somehow, neither did he.
❝you’re different,❞ she said one afternoon, walking with him after school.
❝different how?❞ he asked, curious.
❝different good,❞ she clarified. ❝you don’t try to be someone you’re not. i like that.❞
mike felt his cheeks heat up. ❝thanks.❞
she stopped walking, turning to face him. ❝i mean it.❞
he met her gaze, her sincerity hitting him hard. ❝you’re… different too.❞
her smile widened. ❝different good?❞
he nodded. ❝yeah. definitely.❞
she stepped closer, her hand brushing his. ❝you know, i think we make a pretty good team.❞
he glanced down at their hands, his heart pounding. ❝yeah … we do.❞
her fingers intertwined with his, and suddenly, hawkins high didn’t feel so overwhelming anymore.
© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024
— SIGN YOUR NAME ACROSS MY HEART
written by mina leigh 𝜗᭪ , mike wheeler 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1325
summary. mike wheeler , member of the notorious hellfire club, has a hopelessly hopeful crush on you. it takes the simplest thing, a yearbook signature, for him to realize the feeling is indeed mutual.
labels. no definite description of reader, cheerleader reader, friendly & extroverted reader, introvert mike, basically loser boy + popular girl trope.
‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. hope you guys enjoy some mike wheeler! i just really miss stranger things right now.
should i just leave right here, right now? mike asked himself, clearly internally monologuing.
his frail legs shaking slightly under his black skinny jeans, wiping his sweaty palms on them, switching one hand to wipe while the other holds his yearbook.
i should just turn the balls of my feet the other direction and walk off, i mean y/n wouldn’t notice, right?
his thoughts of escaping running through his poor head were abruptly interrupted as another body jostled against him, laughing unapologetically as they, too, headed towards the object of mike’s affection.
It was whoever they were, along with at least three of y/n’s cheerleading teammates, and no less than eight screaming boys and girls (consisting of at least two teammates from lucas’s basketball team, if mike’s memory served him correctly) all holding their yearbooks out as if y/n were some hollywood star in california.
she could be one, mike mused. she certainly has the looks for it. and maybe mike might even feel better if it were just that. if it was just that y/n was practically aphrodite’s incarnate and people couldn’t take their eyes off her.
but, she’s just so good. she’s beautiful and athletic, yes, but she’s also caring and whip-smart and bright in every sense of the word. she constantly does volunteer work and has a ridiculously high gpa and smiles at everyone she sees, including himself, just because.
everyone loves her, and of course they do. how could mike blame them for seeing exactly what he sees?
a pang of something courses through him. it’s probably a bit of jealousy, a bit of uncharacteristic obstinacy, and a bit of (characteristic, dreadful) hope. if mike were less of a romantic, he might be able to see this for what it is: a fantasy.
he’s standing here, waiting his turn, as if the living, breathing portrait of goodness would choose him out of everyone. and, even worse, he can’t even muster fear within himself, because it’s y/n.
it takes mike a moment to register that everyone else has cleared out, and it’s just him and the person who plays the role of the sun in his universe standing face to face. mike just hopes that the blush he can feel starting at his pale neck reaching to the tips of his ears don’t show up where y/n can see it.
❝ hi ❞ y/n says. her voice is soft, much softer than mike is used to, only ever hearing it up close when she’s yelling out supporting words to the basketball team, and he wonders if that’s how y/n always talks to people one-on-one.
he also wonders if that’s how y/n ever talked to lucas, a memory of him feeling the most uncomfortable he’s ever felt after seeing her talk to him making each other laugh and acting casually with each other seeing y/n playfully smack his shoulder clouded his thoughts. its not everyday you see your crush talking to one of you best friends like, since forever. well not that i’d know, he internally chastises himself.
y/n is smiling and her eyes crinkle at the corners and mike doesn’t have it within himself to look away, even as he abruptly pushes his yearbook out in front of him and holds it there. mike’s heart skips a beat as y/n grasps it carefully, as her gorgeous eyes skip over his face again, as she uncaps a pen to start writing.
without a yearbook to hold on to, mike is left waiting with shaky hands and trembling legs, trying to grab on to just a fragment of a thought so he doesn’t float away. unsurprisingly, the first one he can seize is still distantly about y/n. it’s dustin’s voice, echoing once again in his head, just as it recurrently had since they last talked. about life, about love, about y/n.
❝ you need to go for it mike ❞ dustin had urged, his face unusually grim and serious. ❝ you need to let yourself have things, at least once. ❞
mike takes a breath, remembering all of his years - long longing and misery and idealism, and tries. he opens his mouth to say something, anything. if he can stomach it, he’ll ask for y/n’s number or, at least, say something that y/n could respond to.
he can give himself one conversation. he can give himself one syllable so he can at least say that he gave it an honest shot, so the flavor of regret he’s bound to taste will wash away faster.
but y/n closes the yearbook, and mike closes his mouth.
y/n holds the book out away from her, the same way mike had. like there was something burning inside it that she needed to let go of.
❝ here you go ❞ y/n says, closer to a whisper than anything mike’s ever heard.
something seems off. and mike can’t tell if it’s just that he feels caught out, with y/n looking at him as he was thinking about his irrepressible crush, or if it’s really right there in front of him. y/n is still smiling, but it’s small and a bit strained. her lips are pressed together and she looks… red? there’s a tinge of pink across her cheeks, coating her perfect features. She looks exerted.
of course she does, she just finished her cheer practice, you lovesick idiot. mike barely stops himself from covering his face in embarrassment. this is what he gets for trying, for thinking too hard and making himself look like a total and utter imbecile.
so, he overcompensates.
❝ wow uh thank you, so much, y/n really, ❞ mike replies, rushed and vaguely fearful. the adrenaline has worn off and he’s starting to feel the comedown of this prolonged period of stress.
he can’t tell if he wants to say more or if he merely, momentarily, considers it, but it doesn’t end up mattering. his traitorous legs betray him and spin him around, pushing him onward in the opposite direction.
now mike can feel the flush of deep, burrowing shame rising to the surface. he cringes and keeps walking.
once he’s far enough away, mike decides to open his yearbook and take a look at y/n’s signature before he inevitably throws up on it and renders it illegible.
mike doesn’t have to look long. he knows y/n’s handwriting, just like everything else even tangentially related to her, by heart. and he’s relatively certain that he’ll see what y/n has left behind in seemingly every other yearbook: a simple ❝ y/n ^_^ ❞ that evokes the image of her toothy, genuine grin without fail.
what he finds, though, leaves him frozen in the middle of the hallway. he is so taken aback that his limbs don’t even shake. It’s just his heart—his foolish, faithful heart—that does a little dance.
he gets stuck on his own name, ❝ mike ❞ in y/n’s charming scrawl. he never told y/n his name. he didn’t even dare to dream that y/n remembered his face.
mike reads on and lets a little gasp of laughter escape. he can’t tamp down his uncontrollable smile as his eyes trek across the words over and over and over again, as he quickly closes the book and opens it again to make sure the words haven’t somehow flown away.
he grins, wider than he can ever remember, before closing the yearbook again with finality and hugging it tightly to his chest. y/n’s words cycle through his mind, becoming new fragments for mike to grab on to. he doesn’t need to open his yearbook to be able to re - read the words that traveled straight to his heart. to be honest, he could probably recite the message word for word, letter for letter, with his eyes closed:
mike,
i think you’re cute
if you also think i’m cute
maybe we can do something about it ^_^
xxx xxx xxxx
have a summer as beautiful as you
y/n ♡
© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024
The eyeliner —>
Posting old work. I’ve always wanted Marvel to lean more heavily on Selene’s witchier side. She’s a horror story character trapped in a superhero comic book. My favorite story of hers was during Necrosha and they were building into her mythology by having Warpath’s tribe interact with her culturally— a coyote forever hungry, forever bringing ruin to the villages she visits.
ABC's of the X-Men
A is for Apocalypse
B is for The Brood
C is for Callisto
D is for Deathbird
E is for Exodus
F is for Fenris
G is for Goblin Queen
H is for Hellfire Club
I is for Imperial Guard
J is for Juggernaut
K is for Krakoa
L is for Legion
M is for Magneto
N is for Nimrod
O is for Omega Red
P is for Proteus
Q is for Quicksilver
R is for Reavers
S is for Sabretooth
T is for Toad
U is for Upstarts
V is for Vertigo
W is for Wendigo
X is for X-Cutioner
Y is for Yuriko
Z is for Zaladane
By Joel Furtado
Monet st Croix
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Penance
White Queen
does anyone else think that Eddie Munson isn’t the problem for the Stranger things fandom? Just shut up and hear me out for a moment. My father and I watched the whole series together and he was in high school in the 80s. He was the depiction of a metalhead and he said that they actually portrayed metalheads back then pretty well. Them not wanting to be like others, but some of them still tried to hang out and get along with others (as seen). The only reason people have a problem with Eddie and stranger things in general is because some of the people in the fandom are a little odd for their taste, and by all means do what you want as long as you aren’t doing something gross or harmful, but a lot of people don’t like these people because they’re like Eddie. They like to be loud and cringy and dumb, and honestly they’re just being themselves. As someone who was teased by others both online and by friends and family for being myself, it kinda upsets me. And believe me, I know they can be a lot, but I usually just ignore them. And I think a lot of people need to learn that if you don’t like something, and someone is having fun and not hurting anyone, leave them alone. You don’t need to go after them because you don’t agree with their beliefs or their style. Also most of them are literal children. Let these kids be themselves. They’re being brave enough to be themselves, and with them having to grow up during COVID, and all the other stuff that they’re going through they’re just trying to find something that can distract them. I know this because my little cousin came crying to me because her and I had watched stranger things and she got made fun of for saying she liked Eddie. But I digress.
Madelyne
Pryor
Red Queen
Goblin Queen
Goblin Majesty
Maddie
Icons!
I just imagine Eddie walking into one of the D&D sessions with this shirt after hooking up with Steve 
Steve, walking into his house: Hello, people who do not live here.
Robin: Hi.
Gareth: Hey.
Dustin: Hello.
Mike: Hey!
Steve I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!
Eddie: We were out of Doritos.
Steve: And who are you?
Gareth: oh I'm Gareth I'm in the hellfire club.
Steve: oh okay?
