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jinchuls-moved · 5 months

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hi, important lil note

pseud change, jinx -> echo

you don’t have to read but there’s a not so thought out ramble of all the thoughts in my head rn under the cut. i feel like ive been tricking people and i want to explain myself

okay so, i moved blogs when i was in a very negative space. i only stayed away for about a month, i missed tumblr and i missed writing even if it took me a hot minute to feel good enough to even be semi active on here.

tumblr can fucking suck. i left because there was drama with a few people that left me a mess honestly, those people have since been blocked and i started to feel a little bit better. i also noticed a number of people breaking mutual with me, which i completely understand curate your space as you need i’ve done it a few times myself, but the amount of people that did in a short time (as far as i noticed) gave me a terrible feeling and i needed to leave. i felt unwelcome and like i had done something wrong to people i had only interacted with a few times. this was on top of a lot of stuff i had going on irl, i felt so fucking alone in every aspect on my life regardless of my friends that made it so obvious they were there for me. i hated how i was at the time, and i appreciate every single person that stuck by me.

so i made this blog for a fresh start. i thought a new pseud and a new blog would make me feel better. and it did, for a while. my friends knew and they listened to my request to change tags, not refer to me as any previous nicknames and essentially not make it too obvious it was me. although i don’t think it was entirely impossible to tell. but now i miss all those things, i miss being stupid with my friends, i miss getting to call my best friend my wife on dash, i miss getting to miss astrology aims and mother nesi nesi, i miss the mutuals i used to have that i didn’t tell about the move because i was scared they were going to think i was stupid. i miss the url i kept going back to bc i loved it (possibly the most silly reason but still ukaishin holds a special place in my heart)

and it just doesn’t feel right. everyone has been so nice to me so far and it feels wrong knowing that wasn’t how echo ended, it makes me wonder what was wrong with me then that wasn’t now? but reality is, it’s nothing. shit happens, i needed time to get over a lot of things and it took time. even quite recently i had a terrible evening because of an old mutual. as in i had a mental breakdown because they added one stupid word to an ask that made me feel pathetic for sitting there the night before crying about how much i was missing them to aims.

getting called jinx in dms throws me off, i appreciate those that knew me first as echo using the new pseud, but it never took. it was never a name i was happy with (except for the first couple weeks on this blog) and im sorry for any confusion and having to switch pseuds again. i just don’t want to move blogs, i don’t want to have a whole thing i just want tumblr to be the happy place it was for me for almost 2 years. it got me through uni, being on here with the friends i’d made, i spend my final year of school in a constant mental breakdown, crying on the phone to my mum almost everyday and it was kaze that kept me going, motivating me to get my degree. it was kaze that flew to england to meet me and attend my graduation. it was aims that was the first person to reach out to me and give me the type of friendship i needed. it was everyone in our silly delululand server that made me laugh and reminded me that no matter how shit people were there were good ones. and it’s the good that’s made me feel better. and the good that makes me want to try one more time to maintain that happy place i had 2 years ago

that got too sappy but i refuse to edit <3

#you don’t have to reblog or anything #this is more for me n my mutuals #sorry #can retire the definitelynotecho blog i made entirely to piss off kaze on her bday

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pettyprocrastination · 2 years

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No Dice Needed

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: While helping Eddie look for a VHS in his mess of a room, you come across a comic that pushes your friendship into new territory.

warnings: allusion to sex, reference to pornography, no smut (yet)

authors note: I have begun the process of dipping my toe into the eddie munson pool. Hope I got his character right! He has such specific mannerisms and voice it was a struggle to get his dramamtic shrieky energy just right but i hope you all enjoy <3 special thanks to @madhyanas @cinewhore and @thesadvampire for reading this over and giving me advice. Love you all so very much! Tagging those who i know enjoy eddie munson: @moskaisley @awesomemixvol3 @miraclesabound

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Eddie Munson’s room was never clean. This was something you accepted in middle school when you first befriended him.

No matter how many times you told him, he never changed. He would simply flash you a smile while kicking over the two-week pile of clothes on his bed. “Organized chaos,” he proudly called it.

“Being a lazy little pain in the ass,” was what his uncle would correct him with.

“You’re positive you have it?”

“Yes I’m positive I-” He whips around, head momentarily popping up from the opening of his closet to stare at you. “-do you seriously not trust me? I’m wounded, honey. Truly hurt.” “Listen, I’m just trying to return that goddamn movie that you made me rent!” You glare at the metalhead, impatiently tapping your foot as he continues to mumble and rifle through his disaster of a closet “You know how the video store is with those late fees. If I bring another late tape in, Harrington will never let me hear the end of it.”

“Well maybe, sweetness, just maaaybe I’d be able to find this fast if you would…Oh, I don’t know, help me?”

He ducked just in time to avoid the book you flung at his head.

“Nice aim by the way. You could be a starter with that arm.” “Well I’m sorry Edmund but it's a little hard to find anything in this goddamn pig sty!” You gestured to his room with a broad sweep. “How in God’s name you're able to sleep in here is beyond me.”

He flashes you a sharp grin. “Yeah well, the ladies don’t complain so-”

“Oh please, what ladies are you bringing over to this trash heap?” His smile fell before he turned his attention back to sifting through his closet. “Any woman who is oh-so-lucky to be graced with your presence would have to do it in the back of your van or the Hideout bathroom. Because if you ever brought a girl into this hellhole she’d turn tail before you even got the chance to- fuck!”

Your foot slides out beneath you and your back slams into the less-than-forgiving carpeted floor beneath you. Eddie looks up at the ceiling and laughs.

“Oh, sweet karma. How I love your comedic timing.”

“That wasn’t karma, dipshit. It was whatever stupid comic you decided belonged on the floor instead of the fucking bookshelf.”

You push yourself up, swiping the comic off of the ground with the intention of setting it onto the shelf to put at least one thing in its rightful spot, when your eyes land on the cover.

“Oh Jesus.”

A woman lends against the broad frame of a rugged man, back turned so that her ass is fully on display. The title “Heavy Metal” Covers the top of the cover in thick yellow lettering.

You already knew Eddie was into weird shit. He played with dice and little figurines that you would put money on were hand painted by himself, even if he never admitted it. The comic was probably the same. Just some nerd shit that you could make fun of him for later.

But still…

You look over to Eddie, still hunched over in his closet, grumbling to himself while throwing clothes over his shoulder in search of the VHS.

What’s the harm in one little peek?

You opened to a random page only to come face to face with some very explicit hand drawn sex.

Oh.

You swallow thickly. Eddie was still on a rampage through his closet, and the shitty overhead lights were buzzing at a loud enough decibel to rattle the windows of the trailer, but in that moment, the room felt unbearably silent as you realized just what you held in your hands.

“Christ, Munson.” Your voice sounded from somewhere behind him. “Even the porn you look at is weird.”

His immediate reaction was to smile over his shoulder at you and say, “There’s a reason they call me a freak, honey.” But when his brain finally connects the words you're saying and the comic in your hands that you flipped through with a grimace, panic clenches his heart.

“NoDontTouchThat!”

He throws himself forward, grasping wildly at the air as you dance out of his reach.

“I mean, seriously dude, you couldn’t just buy a Playboy? You have to get the loincloth and techno-revolution porn?” With each blind flail in hope of grabbing the comic, your friend becomes more and more frantic as you flip page by page, further dredging him in utter humiliation.

“It isn’t porn!” He shrieks. “It's art! You wouldn’t understand so stopflippingthroughitjesushchrist!”

Finally, after you had run out of space to prance and wiggle through in his small room, Eddie found his footing and lunged, grabbing onto your shoulder and sending you both tumbling onto his unmade bed.

“This is a gripping story about a post-apocalyptic world and how society is nothing but a construct! Not that you would understand its nuance!”

Part of you wanted to laugh at his rambling explanation for such a sexual possession, or maybe poke him in jest about how you're even surprised he knew what nuanced meant, but for a moment you're too distracted. Head too dizzy and full of cotton because all you can think of is how his chest is heaving and his nose is touching yours, those frizzy curls you love so much hang down around you like a curtain. When he shifts you feel his knee press up between your legs and it makes your heart jump in a way you hoped it never would for your best friend.

But instead, as you lay pinned under him, you simply crack a smile.

“You know Eds, you don’t have to make up some stupid excuse for getting your rocks off. It’s fine.”

He says nothing, just stares at you, face flushed and chest heaving.

The silence is entirely too loud, too thick and heavy in the air, so you continue to speak.

“Maybe we can even act out a few scenes, yeah?” You snip, hands coming up to the crown of your head, fingers curled to mimic horns and tongue flicking out. “I can be the evil she-demon on page seven.”

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly. He says nothing, just stares and pants until you feel like you’ve done something wrong, offended him or grossed him out. Your smile began to fade. Was this a step too far? Eddie was like that sometimes, hard to grasp but easy to attempt to. You pushed him and he pushed you and maybe this was the moment you finally fell over the edge.

Suddenly, he smiles down at you.

“You wish, perv.”

Eddie pushes himself off you and the air returns to your lungs as he walks down the hall, calling out to you over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna order a pizza, you hungry?”

The room is still spinning as you nod numbly and croak out “Yeah, I could eat.” Still focused on the way his eyes seemed to burn into you before.

Eddie, always keen to make jokes, is silent for the rest of the night. He says nothing about the fumble in his bed, no snide comments about your offer to act it out or the way you felt under him. He sits at your side, uncharacteristically quiet as you watch a movie and eat in silence.

When you finally depart for the night, he waits until your taillights are a distance blot down the road to retreat to his room. As he sheds his clothes, Eddie thinks of you. The way you grinned and taunted him, the way your eyes went wide beneath him and the little gasp as you shifted under his grasp. His eyes fall onto the offending comic, still laying open on his bed.

Your offer echoes in his head. “We can even act out a few scenes.”

He stared as the drawn heroine, splayed out in ecstasy and eyes fluttered shut before snatching it off of his comforter and stuffing it under the mattress.

“Yeah right, Munson. Fucking idiot.”

The freak of Hawkins dreams of you the entire night, and wakes up loathing himself for it. Little did he know, you were doing the very same.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #MUTUALS LOOK A W A Y #i really hope tumblr doesnt change the sentence order AGAIN this is like my second time posting this stupid thing #sorry its so short!!#the more i look at this the more i hate it so im just gonna post it and never look at it again lmao #let me know if you guys enjoy this and want a part two

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