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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 1

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader

Kink: Semi-Public

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Eddie and Steve have a last show tradition and you're the lucky audience member.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (nipple play, teasing on all three parts, making out, hickies, throat fucking, oral sex (m! receiving), protected sex (they wrapped it before they tapped it), riding, double penetration (mouth & vagina), vaginal sex, semi-public sex), flirting, bra throwing, no panties, rough!Eddie, soft!Steve

a/n: Here is Day 1 of Kinktober! It's the first thing I've written in a while so I hope it's good!

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This was their last day of tour and per tradition, they would choose one front row audience member to bring to the green room, and usually Steve and Eddie would give her or him the time of their life. You had been coming to Corroded Coffin’s gigs for a year since your ex-boyfriend was obsessed with them but halfway through their tour, your boyfriend left you for some chick that was working with the band. You were pissed and heartbroken and just wanted to get a plane ride home so you could wallow but then you locked eyes with the lead guitarist, Eddie Munson, and you had melted. He was one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. His drummer, Steve, also made you melt when he tore off his shirt showing off his fuzzy chest and he was drenched in sweat. It made you want to let them do anything to you.

So there you were at their last show of the tour and you had scored first row tickets and you were front and center to Eddie. You two made eye contact the entire time and the tenison was brewing as you unhooked your lace bra and pulled it off before throwing it to Eddie who caught it with a blinding smirk and hung it from his wrist. You wore a cropped band shirt with a pair of black jean shorts, lace thigh highs, and a dark makeup look to complete the outfit. Eddie thought you looked like someone straight out of one of his wet dreams and he threw a look over at Steve and they knew that you would be going backstage with them.

The show had ended with one of their covers of Master of Puppets by Metallica and they had cleared the stage and you made your way through the crowd to the bar onsite of the venue and you sat on the stool on the edge and ordered yourself a beer. You sipped it as you saw Eddie strut up to you and lean against the bar with your bra still hanging off his wrist and he locked eyes with you.

“Hey, sweetheart. Loved the souvenir.” Eddie purred and ordered himself a beer as well and you smirked at him.

“I mean, I’ve bought enough of your souvenirs, figured you could use one.” You giggled as you scooted over to him. “And I heard that you liked lace.” You winked and Eddie smirked as his ringed hands slid onto your thighs and gripped your soft flesh gently. Your body broke out in goosebumps at the cool metal of his rings and you purred softly and placed your hands on his shoulders and moved your hands up to the nape of his neck and combed through the soft hair there.

He smirked and leaned into your touch, “Well, I do like lace and I can’t wait to find out what other lace is under these little shorts of yours.” He hummed and you purred and leaned up to his ear.

“You won’t find any under them.” You whispered in his ear and a wolfy grin spread across his lips and he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder making you squeal and giggle. He carried you to the green room and kicked open the door to reveal Steve and the rest of the band. You blushed as Eddie continued to carry you to the couch and plopped you down next to Steve.

Eddie had you introduce yourself to the group and Steve smirked down at you as you looked up at him and he pulled your legs over his. His strong hands teased up your thighs and you leaned over to cup his cheek and kiss him passionately and messily. He growled against your lips making you smirk against them and he yanked you onto his lap. The rest of the band watched a bit as you and Steve made out but they turned away to continue talking and Eddie walked over and sat next to you two and brushed your hair over your shoulder and kissed on your exposed skin.

“This okay, babygirl?” Steve whispered against your lips and you pulled away to run your fingers up his chest.

“Honey, if I didn’t want this, I wouldn't be sucking face with you.” You chuckled and tangled your fingers in his hair and yanked him down to kiss him passionately and his hands fumbled to get your shorts undone. Eddie’s hands slide up your waist from behind to cup your breasts under your shirt as Steve’s hand slipped into your shorts and growled against your lips as he felt your bare cunt.

You gasped as Steve’s calloused thumb circled your clit and moved down to collect your wetness and bring it back to your clit. You moaned against his lips as his fingers played with your bud and Eddie kissed on your neck leaving dark marks on your skin. His skilled fingers pinched and played with your nipples creating stiff peaks under his large palms. Steve quickly yanked your shorts off as your hands undid his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his pants and boxers and gave him slow, teasing strokes, making him groan against your lips.

You pulled back to look down at him, panting softly. “Condom?” You hummed and he nodded before grabbing his wallet and pulled one out. You took it from him and ripped it open with your teeth and smashed your lips against his as you slid the condom down his cock.

“God, babygirl. You’re a fucking dream.” Steve hummed against your lips as you stroked him slowly, lining his cock up to your hole.

You smirked at his statement, “This is my dream.” You purred as you slid down on his cock and you threw your head back as his thick cock stretched you out and he bottomed out in you. He groaned and leaned down to latch onto your neck and you heard the clinking of a belt buckle and looked up to see Eddie’s firm length hovering over your face making you purr and you smirked up at him. “Eager are we?”

Eddie chuckled lowly as he tapped the tip of his cock against your lips, “You have no idea.” He smirked and you opened your mouth for him and he slowly slid his cock into your mouth. You hummed around him as you licked up the shaft of him and suckled at the tip gently as Steve started moving your hip up and down making you moan around Eddie’s cock.

Your knees pressed into the couch cushions as your hips moved up and down on Steve’s cock as his lips marked your neck and down to your chest and he pushed your shirt up to reveal your breasts to him. He smirked as he leaned down to suck on each breast leaving dark marks on your skin. You moaned loudly around Eddie’s cock but it was muffled with only whimpers leaving your lips from around his cock. You felt the coil in your belly tighten quickly as Steve moved your hips faster and his calloused thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit as Eddie slid his cock down your throat making you choke a bit. Tears welled in your eyes and you pulled off his cock with a small cough but you sucked at the tip and spat on the tip before bringing your hand up to stroke his cock slowly and your lips wrapped back around the head. Eddie groaned and ran a hand through his hair and he cupped your cheek with a smirk.

“Such a good fucking girl. Isn’t she, Stevie?” Eddie smirked as he looked down at Steve who was lost in his own world of pleasure as your cunt squeezed him. Steve looked up at Eddie with a matching smirk.

“Hell yeah. Squeezing me like a vice. She’s close.” He smirked as he pinched your clit making you squeak and jolt as Steve moved back to bite on your neck.

You moaned as Steve’s hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to his chest. Eddie tangled his hand in your hair and thrusted deep in your throat making you choke but clench around Steve. You felt the coil tighten then Steve bit down on a sensitive spot on your neck and pinched your clit and you cried out as the coil snapped and you came. Your hips grinded on Steve’s cock, moaning around Eddie’s cock and Steve groaned as he felt you cum and thrusted his cock deep into you as he came hard, spurting cum into the condom, moaning your name against the soft skin of your neck.

After you two came down from your orgasms, Eddie yanked you off of Steve and slumped on the couch with you on his lap and he leaned down to kiss you passionately while he whispered, “My turn.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #steve harrington #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem reader #steddie x you #steddie x reader

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bvtbxtch · 1 year ago

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Welcome to Hawkins, Indiana. The sleepy city that can bring with you the sweetest dreams, or the most terrorizing nightmares.

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Content might not be suitable for all readers (more updates coming)

If you would like to be notified of updates to this series, please add yourself to the taglist!

In collaboration with my love @darknesseddiem

"The quaint mundanity leaves Hawkins, Indiana a forgettable blip on the map. However, it casts a spell on you. Everyone in town has their jobs - go to work, take care of the kids, run their shops or prepare a new pot of coffee for the before-work rush. The neat and tidy form that lies in this sleepy city can make you fall in love, find yourself, or run into much more sinister happenings beneath the surface of the manicured lawns. It's your choice to figure out how to survive."

Jack O'Lantern Kiss - Carving pumpkins with bestfriend!Eddie leads to confessions you may or may not have always wanted to hear. Bestfriend!Eddie x Fem!Reader. Fluff, slight smut

Firestarter - Eddie has just told you he was bi, when the opportunity to explore appears at a bonfire at the Harrington house. Sub!Eddie x Dom!Reader x Switch!Steve. Smut

I Can Make You Scream - Your first collaboration with one of the most popular cam boys, Eddie, leaves you breathless and waiting for the next shoot with him. Camboy!Eddie x Camgirl!Reader. Smut

When It's Cold I'd Like to Die - The only way that Eddie feels he can get you out of the Upside Down safely is to sacrifice himself; but he forgot how stubborn you are. Boyfriend!Eddie x Fem! Reader. Angst, fluff

Paranoid - You watched Eddie make it out of the battle for Hawkins clinging to his life by a thread. Even though he has been acquitted for the crimes he was accused of, and life has gone back to normal, there is something not quite right with your boyfriend. Vecna'd!Eddie x Fem!Reader. Angst, fluff, slight smut

Dead by Daylight - You and Eddie have to stay together to survive your captors, a famous killing family situated on the outskirts of Indianapolis. Victim!Eddie x Victim!Reader. Angst, fluff

On the Line - Pumpkin Pie is back on the menu at Hank's Diner. What happens when the new waitress needs to stay with the Jaded line cook to prepare for fall festivities? Linecook!Eddie x Waitress!Reader. Fluff, smut

Let Me Love You - Eddie comes over to nurse you back to health after catching a cold. Bestfriend!Eddie x Sick!Reader. fluff

Jealous Guy - Steve Harrington is persistent with his advances towards you during the Hideout's Halloween party. Your co-bartender, Eddie, doesn't like the fact that you don't shoot him down right away. Bartender!Eddie x Bartender!Reader. Smut

Live From the Upside Down - There is a special Corroded Coffin show in Hawkins to celebrate Halloween. You've been a devoted fan since your brother, Dustin talked about Eddie and his band back in high school. Seeing the metalhead again stirs up feelings you forgot you had. Rockstar!Eddie x Henderson!Reader. Smut, fluff

Obsession - Eddie's obsession with you has been fun and games - late night drives, hookups and even a couple of dates. He has seemed to cross a line as of late... Ghostface!Eddie x Cheerleader!Reader. Smut

Children of the Corn - A group date in the new Hawkins corn maze sounded amazing to you: Hanging out with Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan sounded like just your night, until your worst enemy is included in the plans. Eddie x Fem!Reader. Smut

Movie Marathon - Years after the Ghost face killer has ended his reign of terror on Hawkins, the local movie theatre has decided to put on a movie marathon of the movies inspired by the killer. You and Eddie decide to go and revel in his glory. Ghostface!Eddie x Fem! Reader. Smut

You Don't Scare Me - Eddie is used to scaring most of the people who walk through the Hawkins Haunted House in the old Starcourt mall. He's determined to make you scream after you walk through and show no signs of being scared by him. Scareactor!Eddie x Grumpy!Reader. Smut

Kiss Me Through the Phone - You nor Eddie could contain your excitement for your homecoming from college for thanksgiving... so much so that you needed a reminder of what you would be getting yourself into when you're back. A phone call would suffice, wouldn't it? Eddie x Fem!Reader. Fluff, Smut

Taglist: @eddies-acousticguitar @mmunson86 @sadbitchfangirl @hideoutside @anxiousobserver @tony-starks-ego @ohmeg

tagging some friends just for fun: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @hellfiremunsonn @ali-r3n @andvys @eddie-munsons-mullet @changemunson

#eddie munson #stranger things #carly writes #eddie munson ff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #kinktober #smut #kinktober 2023 #masterlist #eddie munson enemies to lovers #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things s4 #rockstar eddie munson #steddie x reader #stranger things x reader

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corrodedcoffinfest · 29 days ago

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Black Friday Pop-Up Masterlist

Thank you so much for all of your participation with this pop-up event! It's been so fun to see familiar faces, as well as first time participants joining in!

This event had 12 total entries from 7 unique participants: 12 Fics, 0 Pieces of Art & 0 Other Works were submitted.

Fic Submissions:

Men Are All Lining Up, to Put Me on a Pedestal by @thisapplepielife | Prompt: "I'm not standing in line for that." | Word Count: 8160 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Established Steddie, Eddie/Corroded Coffin | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Future Fic, The Struggle of Fame, Steve Takes Care of Eddie, Kink Exploration, Multiple Partners, Barebacking, Running a Train, Safe Sane and Consensual, Eddie Wants to Be Railed By Multiple Men, And He Gets Exactly That

Princess With a Nailbat by @keaganz | Prompt: "I am giving thanks." | Word Count: 5747 | Rating: M | CW: Explicit Sex, Discussions of past injuries, Scars | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steddie, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Tags: AU - Modern Time, Offscreen Pregnancy + Birth, Upside-Down heavily implied, Eddie Mulives Lives, Corroded Coffin, The Party, Gender bending Always a girl Steve Harrington, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Famous Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Original Child, Hard of hearing Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson calls Steve Harrington pet names, under negotiation kinks, Dom/Sub dynamics, SoftDom Eddie munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson has a small dick, Meet & Fuck

You're the One I've Waited For: Part One by @dreamwatch | Prompt: Black, Friday, Trampled, "I am giving thanks.", Leftovers, One Day Only, "I'm not standing in line for that." | Rating: M | WC: 3080 | CW: Past suicidal ideation (very subtle, blink and you'll miss, I'm just being cautious) | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Tags: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Gareth CC, Jeff CC, Matt CC, Wayne Munson, disabled Eddie Munson, pining, protective Gareth, protective Steve, kissing, guitars, reference to canon typical injuries, references to blood and injury

You're the One I've Waited For: Part Two by @dreamwatch | Prompt: Black, Friday, Trampled, "I am giving thanks.", Leftovers, One Day Only, "I'm not standing in line for that." | Rating: M | WC: 3670 | CW: Past suicidal ideation (very subtle, blink and you'll miss, I'm just being cautious) | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Tags: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Gareth CC, Jeff CC, Matt CC, Wayne Munson, disabled Eddie Munson, pining, protective Gareth, protective Steve, kissing, guitars, reference to canon typical injuries, references to blood and injury.

You're the One I've Waited For: Part Three by @dreamwatch | Prompt: Black, Friday, Trampled, "I am giving thanks.", Leftovers, One Day Only, "I'm not standing in line for that." | Rating: M | WC: 4954 | CW: Past suicidal ideation (very subtle, blink and you'll miss, I'm just being cautious) | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Tags: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Gareth CC, Jeff CC, Matt CC, Wayne Munson, disabled Eddie Munson, pining, protective Gareth, protective Steve, kissing, guitars, reference to canon typical injuries, references to blood and injury

A Very Corroded Black Friday AKA Extended Holiday Hours by @jo-harrington | Prompt: One Day Only | Rating: t | WC: 5.6k | CW: None | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader | Tags: No Upside Down AU, Friendship, Fluff, Angst, Humor, Character Growth, established relationship between Eddie and the Claire's Store Manager (reader), references to media and pop culture, retail and food service themes

#corrodedcoffinfest: black friday #masterlist #corrodedcoffinfest #mod post #ccf

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cacoetheswriting · 1 year ago

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celebrity skin. (part six)

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!fem!reader word count: 6.2k summary: moving on is not as easy as it may seem. unless, of course, revenge is in the mix.

a/n: this chapter also features steve harrington x popstar!fem!reader

content warnings: 18+, minors dni: suggestive & mature themes, adult language, post-breakup emotional hurt / very little comfort, minor use of pet names, mentions of recreational alcohol & drug consumption — if i missed anything in this chapter, pls let me know!

& psa: images used in the header don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely in the story, only that she’s a little shorter than eddie.

celebrity skin. masterlist

Falling in love was not nearly as magical as you grew up to believe.

Turns out, not everyone is as lucky as your parents. Not everyone gets to find the person they want to be with and just live out the rest of their time together, just like that. No muss, no fuss… no pain.

And recently, all you’ve felt was pain.

Heartbreak caused by the man that’s done it before. You should’ve been smarter than to let him do it a second time, but lost in the chocolate of his eyes and the softness of his skin, you believed in the love you so desperately craved since you were a kid. You believed in his love. Believed he wouldn’t hurt you again, simply because he promised he wouldn’t. Hushed mantras in between the kisses he trailed along your jawline. “You make me the happiest I’ve ever been,” he’d repeat like a prayer. In reality, a fool is what he made you.

For the whole world to see at that.

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

EVEN HONESTY COULDN’T KEEP THEM TOGETHER

WHY HEAVEN AND HELL DON’T MIX

The list of borderline patronising, and also rather sexist, articles on the downfall of your short-lived relationship with the Corroded Coffin frontman haunted you for months. It didn’t help that they were all lies. Figments of journalistic imagination that only had one thing in common: you were nothing but a lovesick girl, and Eddie ever the conqueror of Hollywood’s elite. Gone was the title of America’s favourite popstar. Replaced instead by “Oh, you’re Eddie Munsons ex, right?”.

Your management team was scrambling to get out of this PR nightmare as quickly and effortlessly as humanly possible, because they didn’t grow your career to the superstardom level it was at, only for you to be regarded as an ex-girlfriend of someone far less popular than you. The team did everything, from pushing brand advertising campaigns forward, releasing a previously stashed single with no promotion, and even faking sightings of you with New York’s most eligible bachelors — (it was actually Val in disguise, more than willing to help).

While all of this was going on, you resigned to rotting away in bed.

The New York apartment you called home yet again, was cold in comparison to Eddie’s mansion. Every item of furniture, every decorative piece, all carefully picked out by you back when you first bought the place, seemed out of place. No longer bringing you the intended joy. You missed the blank walls of Eddie’s living room, the feel of the hardwood floors underneath your bare feet, the once unused kitchen, his display of vintage guitars. You missed his California King. Missed the way it would form perfectly around your frame every time your head hit the pillows. Most of all, despite desperately trying not to, you fucking missed him.

Eddie Munson was your downfall, yet every fibre of your being ached to be close to him once more.

Memories of your time with the metalhead flashed before your eyes every minute of every day that’s passed since he stomped all over your heart, making it bleed. What made matters worse, you were convinced Eddie didn’t miss you, didn’t think about you nearly as much as you thought about him, if even at all.

The reality couldn’t have been more different, but you didn’t know that because the morning Eddie broke you for a second time, his actions were accompanied by a conscious decision to stay out of your life for good. It wasn’t what he wanted. He just didn’t see an alternative, your grandmother’s threat ringing in his ears as the look on your face visibly changed in front of his very eyes from awe to despair.

In the months that followed the split, Eddie also thought about you all the damn time.

Everywhere he went, there you were. Or rather the ghost of you. A memory so vivid, he instantly felt nauseous. He screwed everything up for a second time and even if he wanted to somehow fix it, he knew the only way to do that would be by telling the truth, but even Eddie Munson wasn't an asshole enough to come between a girl and her Nana — no matter how evil the old hag was.

Instead, Eddie focused on his music.

The resounding success that was Honesty, a song about you, performed with you, made the pretext of spending day and night at the studio a little more realistic ‘cause “the band needs a few more songs to complete the album”, he’d say to Marianne. She knew the real reason behind the hours Eddie spent locked inside the recording booth was the sudden, and by all accounts, unexplained breakdown of his relationship with you. She also knew not to say anything.

By all accounts, things were going quite smoothly for Eddie. Sure he felt like a fucking prick for hurting you the way he did — yet again — and on most days, the guilt was eating Eddie alive, but his actions, and their unfortunate consequences, fueled an endless supply of songs he couldn’t deny were about you. Songs that would undoubtedly make the album the best thing Corroded Coffin have ever released. Shit. Did that also make him selfish? He wondered if it was fair that his creativity blossomed while you were hurting. He wondered if profiting off this heartache was the right thing to do. Would it make you more mad? Would it break you even more?

Then he saw it.

MISS AMERICANA MOVES ON

What the fuck.

“Did you forget that you promised to come help me shop for dresses?”

You groan at Val’s question, pulling the blankets over your head until your face is entirely hidden and a faint darkness envelops around you. This is your safe space now. This is where you wish you could stay for all eternity, but alas, the universe always seems to have other plans.

“Val,” you mumble under your breath, “I say this with all sincerity, please fuck off. I’m clearly in no shape to hold up to my promise, so just take my credit card and ask a friend to go with you instead. Please.”

She huffs, and even though you can’t see her, you know she’s rolling her eyes. Then, without skipping a beat, she does the exact opposite to what you asked her to do, opting to yank the covers off you entirely with a wicked grin.

“I am done letting you wither away, okay?” She states, “It’s been months of self-pity and I’m fucking sick of it. Everyone is sick of it. Jesus, he broke your heart, big deal. People get their heart broken all the damn time and you don’t see them wasting away in bed.”

“Because they don’t have the privilege to.”

It was the wrong thing to say.

“Nana calls you an ungrateful brat all the time, behind your back of course. I think you just proved her point.”

The sting of Val’s words causes you to visibly grimace, but you can’t say you didn’t deserve her hostile push back. You were acting like a brat. Saying the wrong things in the heat of the moment, you knew better than that. You were taught better than that. Just like you were also taught to uphold your promises, keep your word and do the things you said you would do.

With an exaggerated sigh, you stand, and for the first time in months, you go get dressed in something that’s not an overpriced pyjama set. Val cheers you on, proud of herself for being the person that could convince you to leave the confines of your apartment, even if it was only for one afternoon.

Fifth Avenue is a Manhattan staple. Stretching from Greenwich Village, where you grew up, all the way to Harlem, a secret favourite, if anyone ever asked. Personally, you opted to steer clear of Fifth Avenue as much as you could, though, being one of the most expensive shopping streets in the world, it made sense this is where Val asked Hank to escort you two. Especially, since after hours of browsing stores your little sister normally couldn’t afford on her own, your journey’s end is Saks.

“Tell me again why we’re dress shopping? You hate dresses.”

“Because, since you’ve pretty much turned yourself into a recluse, Nana asked me to join her at the upcoming charity function she’s throwing. Her one demand was that I need a dress.” Val explains, browsing through a carefully crafted selection of garments. “Preferably expensive.”

“She didn’t say anything to me,” you say, furrowing your brows.

“Like I said, recluse.”

You sigh. Nails, overdue a manicure, now at the brim of your lips, threatening to push through at any given moment. It was a bad habit. Something you’ve recently done a lot because speaking your mind clearly wasn’t good enough and only led to misfortune. This was the only way you could ease the anxiety surrounding the mess you’ve made of your life, as gross as it was.

“Well, I didn’t want Nana, or anyone else for that matter, saying I told you so, or thinking I had it coming since apparently I was the only person that had blinders on when it came to…”

His name got stuck in your throat like a bad apple. A choking hazard that brought tears to your eyes and caused your chest to heave suddenly with bated breaths. Clearly, you hadn’t gotten over him, otherwise you wouldn’t spend your days locked up in your apartment. What you didn’t realise though, was that you hadn’t said his name out loud since that fateful morning in his kitchen.

“Fuck you, Eddie.”

The vile tone behind those three words rings in your ears. Of course he deserved it then, there’s no denying that. He still deserves it today. If you were ever to see him at any Hollywood function, you’d either ignore his presence entirely or greet him the same exact way you said your goodbye: “Fuck you, Eddie.”. But for a split second, you feel sad that this is the way you remember his name on your tongue.

“We wouldn’t have made you feel worse, sis.” Val says, oblivious to your inner turmoil. “What do you think of this one?” She proceeds to steer you further away from your deprecating thoughts by holding up a simple red dress. Single strap, maxi length. Exactly the opposite of her usual style, primarily because it was a dress and Val always said she’d rather be caught dead than wearing something designed to limit her movements.

“It’s gorgeous,” you compliment, “Exactly your style.”

If she detected your tiny, white lie, she didn’t say anything. Although, judging by the elated look on her face, no one's opinion really mattered anyway. Not even the one she asked for. The one from her famous older sister.

“It really is, isn’t it? I’m gonna try it on.”

Wanting to see your genuine reaction to her wearing the garment, Val asks you to momentarily join Hank, and wait outside the private dressing suite. You giggle at her, missing the fact that this was the first genuine laugh you let out since Los Angeles, and step outside the heavy door without protest.

Hank greets you with a tight lipped smile, but doesn’t say anything. He never does. You liked that about him, especially considering everyone else in your life always had too much to say. Hank’s silence was like a breath of fresh air. However, unknown to you yet, this time, Hank should have been talking, saying literally anything, repeating any old story, ‘cause then, his deep voice would mask what unfortunately catches your attention next.

It’s not really a squeal, not really a groan either. It’s honestly not really any distinct sound, just something that echoes down the hall, reaching your ears and causing Hank to stop the tune he was quietly humming. Both your heads snap in the direction of the noise, just in case it is something you should worry about, like a paparazzo that somehow snuck in, despite the heavy Saks security. Unfortunately for you, the person that comes rushing around the corner is a lot worse than any ol’ shutterbug.

Suddenly, at the end of the hallway, in all her redheaded glory, appears Max Mayfield.

Recognition feigns across her features as her movements come to a halt the second she sees you perched up against the corridor wall. Her mouth parts in shock, proving that she’s clearly just as surprised to see you here.

Having never officially met, Max still knew exactly who you were. And not because of your fame, the articles about you and her brother. No. Judging by the look in her piercing eyes, Max knew you more intimately. She knew you from the stories that fell directly from Eddie’s lips. She knew details of your relationship that were kept secret from the public. Hell, she might’ve even known more than you.

You don’t get to ask her though. You don’t even get to say ‘hello’ because she glances behind her shoulder, your gaze following just as quickly. Holy shit, you think, knees now wobbling underneath you. If Eddie walks around that corner you might… Well, frankly, you don’t know how you’d react. You also didn’t really want to find out. Not now. Not here. Not like this.

So your fingers reach for the door handle and you’re just about to push it open, retreat back inside, when the person that’s with Max comes into view.

The disappointment that briefly rushes through you is unmatched. Even if you didn’t really want to see the rockstar, you still wished he was actually here. Instead, you’re now face to face with another brunette with hair just as wild as Eddie’s. Only his attire is different. The suit that’s perfectly tailored to his slender frame is also undoubtedly expensive. Armani, you notice.

“Jesus, when will you learn not to—”

He sees you then. The same exact look that Max is currently sporting spreads across his sharp features, so he must know you too. Difference being, you don’t know him.

“Oh shit. Sorry. We, eh, we were told no one was here.” He apologises, glancing between you and Hank, who’s posture is proper. Intimidating.

You step out in front of your bodyguard. An unspoken signal that says he doesn’t need to tell these people to get lost just yet.

“That’s okay,” you reply to the stranger, quickly weighing your options in terms of what the next words to spill from your lips should be. One more glance in Max’s direction solidifies your decision. If her brother is going to repeatedly break your heart and get away with it, you’re going to play dumb and pretend he didn’t really matter to you.

With a polite smile and a swift extension of your hand, you introduce yourself. First to the mystery man, then to Max. The redhead is slightly more apprehensive about the hand shake, but she takes your extended fingers in hers regardless before saying her own name, as if you didn’t already know it.

The guy you now know as Steve clears his throat.

“We’ll come back.” It’s simple. Meant to ease the awkwardness since the three of you clearly knew what — or rather, who — you had in common, but none of you seems willing to say the name aloud first.

“That’s okay,” you repeat, “Stay. We’re nearly finished anyway.”

And right on queue, Val calls your name from inside the private dressing room. You excuse yourself, leaving the two to exchange a knowing glance, and a whisper, undoubtedly about what they should do next.

Val, of course, looks breathtaking in the dress she picked out. Hand on your heart, you stare at your little sister in awe, wondering, probably for the first time ever, when the hell did she grow up so fast. And it’s an odd feeling that spreads through you. Pushing down the heartbreak momentarily, is melancholy for all the time you lost with your siblings because you were too busy being a star. It brings tears to your eyes, but you push them down quickly since you’ve been called dramatic enough for one day, and right now, it was all about Valentine.

“I think I understand why you’re always wearing skirts and dresses,” she says, spinning in front of the large mirror with the biggest smile on her face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I feel like a fucking princess.”

A soft giggle escapes your lips. You agree with her sentiment, then add, “You look like mom.” Meaning it as the highest of compliments and her eyes twinkle at your words.

“She’s going to love this dress.”

You nod. “She’s going to love you in this dress.”

It’s decided, just like that. The dress is being bought and Val thanks you ten times over for offering to pay for it, along with a pair of Louboutins to compliment it. You tell her it’s the least you can do for finally getting you out of bed, then you tell her that you’re glad you did this together — biting your tongue when it came to the apology for missing so many key moments in her life, because again, this moment was about her, not about the guilt you suddenly felt for focusing too much on your career and too little on your family.

Using the phone inside the private dressing room, Val calls for one of the Sales Assistants to come up, and while you two wait, you leave her again to get redressed in her normal clothes.

Max and Steve are gone.

That’s the first thing you notice when stepping back into the corridor. Hank doesn’t say anything as to their departure, unsurprisingly. He does, however, hand you a receipt from a nearby coffee shop. There’s scribbles on the back of it: ‘MEET ME’, along with an address in Brooklyn.

“From the redheaded girl,” Hank admits.

Max Mayfield has tolerated a lot of shitty behaviour in her lifetime.

The list of people that hurt her, and the people closest to her, was quite long, especially for a twenty-something year old. But her upbringing had a lot more downs than ups, and because of that, for the longest time, Max considered herself to be the most unlucky person on the planet. So she blamed the people around her for it, because how else is a kid supposed to judge universal injustice?

To this day, she remembers every single individual that has wronged her in any way, along with the associated place, and most importantly, the how. Max was never entirely sure what she’d do with that information, but she stored it at the back of her mind regardless — hence her thick skin and inability to tolerate any sort of bullshit.

Which is why it sucks ten times more when it is the people close to her doing the hurting, with no rhyme nor reason.

If Eddie asked, that’s why she left you her address. If Eddie asked, that’s why she wanted to talk to you. He did the hurting. Then he spewed bullshit as to why he ended things with you. Max didn’t believe any of it. Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t believe it.

“I think she’s the love of my life,” Eddie announced one day, out of the blue.

He called Max every Tuesday, when it hit four in the afternoon for him. Usually, the two of them talked about Max’s adventures in New York. How she’s doing with her studies, what she’s been up to with her friends (old and new), and if Sinclair has been driving her crazy, which he usually is. The odd time, Eddie would drop in some details about his whirlwind of a life, though he never talked about dating.

That is, until her older brother met you.

Then he wouldn’t fucking shut up.

Max liked this side of Eddie. A truly happy Eddie. And the redhead knows, better than anyone, the rockstar hasn’t been truly happy in all the years he’s been in a set presence in her life.

So to say she was surprised when the news broke, NO MORE SWEETHEART FOR EDDIE MUNSON, would be a vast understatement.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Max questioned her brother.

“Nothing,” Eddie answered plainly, as if it was the simplest thing in the world, “turns out she wasn’t anything special.”

“Eddie,” Max breathed, “you’re acting like a prick.”

She heard a sigh on the other line. Defeated. A little annoyed. Maybe even… sad?

“Whatever,” he brushed the comment off. “Listen, Red, I really don’t wanna talk about this, ‘cause if I did, I would’ve told you it ended myself.”

“That’s another problem I have—”

“Let’s not, okay?” Eddie snapped. “I really don’t wanna deal with shit from you, on top of everyone else, okay? We were never a real item, so it’s not a big deal.”

Max dropped it then and she swore she’d never bring it up again, but then, she bumped into you. She imagined meeting you many times over. The girl that made her brother happy. She wanted to know that girl. She wanted to thank her.

When it all went to hell, Max thought she’d never get the chance. Especially since, seemingly, you seemed okay with the downfall of your relationship with Eddie, spotted out on dates all over New York City. For a brief moment, Max let herself hate you. Clearly, you weren’t upset, which means, clearly, you didn’t care about Eddie nearly as much as he would have believed.

But then she saw you.

Max noticed how your face twitched with recognition the second your eyes locked together, how your hands shook slightly when Max looked behind her shoulder, the brief disappointment when it wasn’t Eddie who came around the corner, and how you tried to plaster on a pristine smile when you introduced yourself.

And now that she saw you, one thing was clear. Eddie hurt your feelings. He may have even broken your heart. That sort of behaviour, Max couldn’t stand for.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for inviting me,” you say with a delicate smile.

Your moves are apprehensive when Max further pushes her apartment door open, allowing you into her home. She leads you down the long hallway and offers up the couch for you to sit, while she steps towards the kitchen cabinets to grab a couple of wine glasses.

In the time that Max opens up a bottle of Cabernet, you allow yourself to glance around the space. The furniture is all mismatched, definitely vintage, probably thrifted. There’s a fireplace, but you think it must be disconnected since instead it houses cream-coloured candles, all of different burn degrees. Otherwise, the decor is minimal, and it makes you think of Eddie and the empty walls of his Los Angeles mansion.

Though there is one prime feature. A framed Corroded Coffin poster, signed by all the members.

A faint smile circles your lips as you trail the details of the image. Though you haven’t been a fan before, having dated Eddie for a couple of months, you now knew the poster was from their first headline tour. The poor scribbles on an old photo, something that could one day be worth thousands. You’re sure though, that to Max, the value of this is priceless.

So your nerves bubble to the surface. Your leg starts to bounce, thumb back at your lips as you stare at the poster in front of you. The question of why exactly Max asked you to meet has been circling your mind ever since Hank handed you the address. It’s only intensified now that you are here. Now that you are looking at an A3 print of the brunette rockstar in his sister’s apartment. The guy that, despite your best efforts, you still cared for quite deeply.

“Here you go,” Max hails you back to reality by handing you a glass of wine. “It’s nothing fancy though, I eh, don’t usually host celebrities,” she tries to joke.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say and take the drink out of her grasp. “I-I actually prefer the cheaper stuff. Keeps me rich,” you try to joke.

Max seems to like your efforts ‘cause she huffs out a laugh while making herself comfortable on the armchair to your right.

“If only my idiotic brother carried the same principles as you,” she says. And just like that, the air is tense again. Your attempt at a joke is turned into an uncomfortable reminder of what the two of you have in common, and the reason for why you’re here tonight.

There’s a brief moment of slightly awkward silence. Then Max sighs softly.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked you to come.”

“The thought did cross my mind, yes.”

Max smiles, it’s small, yet genuine.

“Look, Eddie has never been one for chatting about feelings. That’s one of the things we actually have in common, which is probably why we’ve always gotten along so well.” She pauses.

“Full transparency, I don’t know what went down between the two of you. All I know is one day, he’s telling me how he’s crazy about you, and the next, I’m reading in the tabloids how it’s over and Eddie’s not willing to give up any reasons why.”

Your face falls momentarily. Something Max picks up on instantly.

“You thought I knew more.”

“That obvious, huh?” You smirk.

“Just a little.”

There’s another moment of silence.

“I’ll be the first to say that Eddie can be a bit of a dickhead sometimes. Especially recently, when the money started rolling in and apparently no one in Hollywood understands setting boundaries, his ego has grown for sure. But I also know what he’s been through. Hawkins wasn’t the kindest to him.”

“Why are you telling me this?” It comes out as a whisper.

“He hurt you,” she’s blunt.

You don’t mean to, but you scoff. “No offence to you, or your brother, but I’m sure I wasn’t the first person he’s hurt, and I certainly won’t be the last, so do you sit down with all his ex-flings?”

Max sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing down momentarily, as she drops her gaze to the wine glass in her grasp. For a moment, you think you came off too bitchy and a little dismissive, after all, she hasn’t made her intentions known yet. Your instinct is to apologise, but then she clears her throat and looks back up at you.

“You’re the only one he’s ever talked about.”

“Do you wanna hurt him back?” — Max's question dings in your ears like the alarm bells you should have heard when she first asked it.

Not now. Not the next night, after you had already agreed to her plan. After the plan was already in motion, you were simply just waiting for the other person to arrive.

Waiting for Steve Harrington.

This was all honestly a little too crazy, but again, you thought so a little too late. You should have been second guessing the idea the second Max presented it to you, like a pretty little gift, wrapped in a big bow known to most as ‘revenge’. Though last night, two bottles of wine in, you would have agreed to anything the redhead said. You did agree to everything ‘cause you realised that she just needed someone to vent her own feelings to, same as you.

She said Eddie didn’t want to talk about it, and she wanted to be sympathetic towards his feelings, but seeing you reminded her, he wasn’t the only person involved in this situation. She needed to talk to you. And honestly, you were glad for the opportunity, hence why you showed up at the scribbled address. Since all you got from your close circle was judgement, it couldn’t hurt to spend time with someone who’d refrain from commenting on how foolish you were.

As the night progressed, so did the topic of conversation.

The two of you had moved on from small talk relating to the person you both knew, and to the real reason Max asked you to come over: “Do you wanna hurt him back?”.

“I-I…” Clearly, the redhead caught you off guard, “Well, I-I haven’t really—”

“If you tell me you haven’t thought about it over the last few months, then I will say you’re full of shit, because no girl of your status gets her heartbroken so publicly, only to let the other person scot free.”

She moved from the armchair and sat back down next to you, then continued, “And I’m not saying this is about your career. It’s about principle. Taking away the fact that Eddie’s my brother, he’s an entitled rockstar who thinks other people’s feelings aren’t as important! Which personally, is just so baffling considering what he went through with Chrissy—”

“Who’s Chrissy?”

Max didn’t really answer your question, though the look in her eyes gave some of it away. Chrissy was, at one point in time, someone very important to Eddie. The name slipped out, you weren’t supposed to know it, that much was definitely clear. And you were smart enough to deduct that Max wasn’t going to tell you much else about this mystery girl, but maybe, whatever she had planned, would allow you to learn it from someone else. Maybe even Eddie himself.

“Okay,” you agreed, “What do you have in mind?”

That’s how you found yourself at Minetta Tavern, fifteen minutes early than agreed with Max ‘cause you knew you’d need a glass of wine before Steve arrived. There was a pit in your stomach. This whole situation was honestly so twisted, even for your standards. But you kept repeating to yourself how it was too late to back out now. Too late to call off this whole thing since the paparazzi you asked Holly to arrange were already lurking outside.

Steve shows up about ten minutes before the agreed time.

The hostess walks him over to your table and you immediately notice how nervous he seems. He still offers you a charming smile and bends slightly to your level, greeting you with a half-hug. When he sits across from you, he’s quick to order a Jameson on ice, and only when the waiter is out of sight, Steve looks at you.

“Even if this is a fake date, I do have to say, you look really beautiful tonight.”

A timid smile circles your lips at the unexpected compliment. “Thank you, Steve. You look rather handsome too.”

“Nah,” he brushes you off with a smirk, “Not to be overly forward, but I’m all sweaty after a whole day’s work. Wanted to change shirts. Ended up running late this morning, so I didn’t take a second one with me. Then I tried to bribe one of my colleagues to give me his spare shirt, so he told me he’d bet me for it with a game of pool, which I clearly lost. It was a whole thing.” Steve dramatises, the smirk ever present.

“Bet you’re regretting calling me handsome now, huh?”

“Not at all,” you reply honestly, “Actually, surprisingly, quite the opposite.”

He raises a brow. “Oh yeah?”

And you nod. “Not to be overly forward,” you repeat his earlier sentiment, “But I’ve never been on a date with someone that had a real job.”

Steve laughs. “I just told you I played a game of pool at work to win a clean shirt. That’s a real job to you?”

It’s rather effortless how he makes you laugh too.

“Well, I’m assuming that didn’t take the whole day, so for at least six hours today, you worked, no?”

Still smiling, he bops his head in agreement. “You got me there.”

Celebrating your mini victory, you take a sip of your wine.

“So, what do you do, Steve?” You ask after the waiter brings over his drink and takes your food orders.

“Wall Street,” he answers plainly.

“Shit,” you reply with a grin, “You’re so right. That’s not a real job.”

When Steve laughs again, you forget why you’re both really here. When he laughs again, the slight shake of his head causing his hair to bounce in compliment, you forget the circumstances surrounding your date. As the night continued, with every spoken word, every little joke and giggle, you end up forgetting a lot of things actually.

You forget to ask Steve why he agreed to do this with you. Forget to ask about Eddie and what their friendship meant to him, since he’s here, acting out a revenge plot. Most importantly, you forget to ask about Chrissy, who she was, and what she really meant to the rockstar.

This fake date with Steve turned into one of the best dates of your young-adult life.

Apparently, you two had a lot in common, more than you could have ever imagined. You both came from families that always lived above the norm, which in itself was a challenge only people from similar backgrounds could understand. Steve had said how the weight of the world was always on his shoulders whenever he was around his parents, and that’s how you felt with your Nana. Nothing was ever good enough, yet you kept trying to impress them regardless. He shared the privilege you’ve always felt, so you bonded. Without ever meaning to.

It wasn’t until after dinner, which Steve paid for, by the way, you remembered the circumstances that brought you here together. He seemed to understand the apprehensive look in your eyes ‘cause he was quick to offer to leave first, before you, and not with you — just in case you had second thoughts — but you just shook your head, Max’s question humming in your ears once again: “Do you wanna hurt him back?”.

“He really hurt me, Steve.”

The brunette nods. “Let’s go then.”

The next morning, Page Six features a spread about you on a date with “a mystery brunette”. In the picture, Steve’s got his arm around you, hugging you close, as the two of you push through the paparazzi to get into his vintage car.

When Steve calls your apartment a few days later, you ask him if he regrets being put on blast like that.

“No,” he answers quickly, “Real or not, I had a really good night with you. Which honestly made me think about all the possible reasons Munson might’ve had to do what he did.”

“What did you come up with?”

“That he’s a fucking idiot. You’re incredible.”

You damn well know he can picture the smile you’re sporting right now as you wrap the cord around your wrist, like a little school girl talking to her crush. If your Nana saw, she’d tell you to snap out of it. Although, unlike Eddie, Steve was exactly the type of guy she’d want you to end up with.

Intelligent, charming, kind — and those were just the qualities you learned in a single night. The more you thought about your not-so-fake date, the more you found yourself wanting to learn even more about the handsome brunette.

There were just a couple of other questions you needed to get out of the way before you asked Steve out on a real date. Things you should’ve asked the first time around, instead of getting caught up in the moment.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“If Eddie’s your friend, why did you agree to Max’s plan?”

There’s a brief moment of silence. Albeit, very brief.

“I guess the same reason Red even put this in motion in the first place.”

“Chrissy?”

You can hear him sigh into the receiver, but you don’t get to actually hear him confirm it, or ask any of the follow ups you should have actually asked him during your date, because there’s a knock on your door. Then again, only louder, more intense.

“Steve, I gotta call you back,” you say, attention now focused on whoever it was that’s on the other side of your front door and the eagerness behind their knocks.

“Sure thing, darling. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, someone’s just at my door. I’ll call you in a couple minutes, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve agrees, “Speak in a few.”

The next thing you hear are three beeps, so you hurry to put the phone back before approaching your front door. You don’t really think to check who it might be through the peephole, since there’s only a limited number of people that would get past your doorman with no prior notice. That was a mistake.

On the other side of your apartment door, drenched from the September rain, stood none other than Corroded Coffin frontman himself, Mr Eddie Munson.

Your mouth parts slightly in shock as Eddie slides his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, meeting your wide gaze. He tries to smile, though the corners of his lips don’t really move that far upward.

And you’re not sure how long the two of you stand there, just looking at one another. It’s only when one of your neighbours comes out of their apartment, into the shared corridor, that you snap out of whatever spell you had found yourself under.

The panic sets in.

He’s actually here. Eddie is standing in front of you. Now, Mrs McAllister has seen him, and she’s got a big mouth, yapping to the ladies at bingo about all your activities, gossip that somehow always travels back to your Nana — the last person you needed on your case, again.

So without really thinking, you slam the door shut.

Right in Eddie’s face.

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Fluffy Steddie Fic Recs

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Steve Harrington Tears the Munson Doctrine to Shreds

Peachesandpears

Eddie had always been more than happy with the quick and dirty of Indy. He’d always been content to get his rocks off with some guy with the mutual understanding that they’d never have to see each other again. It was the beautiful symbiotic relationship of two gay dudes who would forever be a stain on the collective American moral conscious. And he loved being a stain on moral consciouses.

But Steve fucking Harrington, the goddamn bastard, is making him yearn. Tore the Munson Doctrine to shreds, the sacrilegious asshole.

Words : 8,325 Chapters : 2/2 Rating : General Audiences

AO3 : x

Thank Our Lucky Stars (That We Can Call This Ours)

steddieeddie

A lot has happened in Steve Harrington’s life, specifically in the last six years. Too much stuff for one person to deal with, and he’s held onto it for too long.

When Robin tells him that shaving his head will help him let go, because hair holds onto bad energy? Well, he’s willing to try anything.

Words : 2,330 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : General Audiences

AO3 : x

Bambi, can't you understand?

19_empty_vacancies

“Even if you can’t get the words out, Steve, there’s no disguising the way you look at him. Have always looked at him. You walk around shooting him the big eyes like you’re Gomez Addams looking at Morticia, ready to pounce.”

“Oh God, do you think he ever noticed?”

Words : 4,675 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

A King and His Poet

steviewashere

Steve makes his way to a stack of notebooks. All piled precariously on Eddie's way too cramped desk. One has a large beer stain on the cover. Another is burned in the corner from a dropped joint most likely. There's one more with an ominous yellow stain, Steve doesn't touch that one.

But there's one that catches his eye.

It's a leather bound, small journal.

Words : 1,639 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : General Audiences

AO3 : x

listen to the siren's song

atimelessfiction

Corroded Coffin plays at The Hideout every Tuesday, but Steve doesn’t go because of them. He doesn’t go because of Eddie Munson, whose fingers dance over the guitar strings with such a beautiful precision that Steve sometimes wonders if he made a deal with the devil.

No, Steve doesn’t go because of a band with stupid music and a stupid band member who has stupid hair and a stupid voice. Steve goes because his friends go.

That's the only reason.

Words : 4,512 Chapters : 2/2 Rating : General Audiences

AO3 : x

There Is A Pleasure In The Pathless Woods

crow_of_crimes (Theyna_Shipper)

Hey, um… Do you want to go for a hike?”

If you’d asked Steve what he’d expected when he opened his door at 9am on a Wednesday in March, it wouldn’t have been Eddie, hands in his pockets, chewing on his lower lip, asking that, but somehow it doesn’t phase him.

“Sorry, this is weird,” Eddie adds before Steve can respond. He’s doing that thing where he rocks back and forth on his heels and darts his eyes everywhere, refusing to choose a single spot, like a rodent scanning his surroundings for predators. He’s not sure he’s ever seen Eddie Munson stand completely still. “Shouldn’t have just… showed up like this.”

“It’s alright, man,” Steve says, truthfully. He doesn’t get a lot of visitors alone in his parents’ huge house, except Robin, and she can’t keep him company all the time, especially now that she has her own friends. Dammit.

Words : 4,791 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Side B

Frckn

Steve keeps trying to tell Eddie he loves him, but it never feels like the right time. They keep getting interrupted, and as much as Steve loves their friends, they’re driving him crazy. All he wants is a moment alone with his boyfriend. It really feels like the world is against him.

Words : 8,153 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

starsdontsleep

Dustin might ask him to watch DnD, but Steve attends because of Eddie.

Words : 2,241 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

At the speed of love (nothing changes faster)

Guardthenest

Somehow, Robin has talked Steve into an LGBT Speed Dating event on Valentine's Day. He's just doing it to be a good friend, he definitely does not care about finding love. Definitely not. But when it happens to sit down right across from him, who is he to say no to Cupid?

Words : 4,695 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Absolute Beginners

IntoTheStardust

Eddie asks Steve and Robin to fill in for two of his D&D members. Steve has more fun than he could have imagined.

Words : 3,488 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)

pricklywhicket

“So what you’re telling me is that you’ve never had a birthday party that was for you? No nerdy superhero themes, no dinosaur balloons, nothing?”

“Nope,” Steve replies, popping the ‘p’ in a way that Eddie just knows he’s picked up from Robin. “The last couple I’ve been too busy to even remember. So, like I said. Not a big deal, don’t make a thing out of it.”

“Oh Steve. Stevie. Babe.” Eddie’s voice has taken on a manic quality that almost always means trouble.

Words : 7,457 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

The "Friend Date" (oneshot)

jamsin_3

Steve gets stood up by a girl. Before he can make the walk of shame out of the diner, he's surprised when Eddie enters to erase Steve's humiliation. Based on that one Tumblr post about getting stood up on a blind date and a stranger swoops in to try and save the date.

Words : 3,885 Chapters : 3/3 Rating : General Audiences

AO3 : x

A Kiss for Luck and We're on Our Way

badfanfictionaire, LittleMissKnowItAll

It’s the week of Steve and Eddie’s wedding, and boy are they ready to get hitched! Will the week fly by in a flurry of fluff and bliss, or will their emotions get the best of them?

A day-by-day fic leading up to the big day.

Words : 25,503 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

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reputationmunson · 2 years ago

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Fluff request! Eddie calming reader down from a panic attack - initially noticing that something is wrong when they start to get all distant and stuff, subtly taking them somewhere quiet and calm and just really kindly talking them down

(And then maybe a little kiss at the end, at least a big ol hug)

thank you for the request! I'm sorry this took me a few days. I've been in the mood to write but every time I open a new document I just stare at it haha

Breathe | Eddie Munson x reader

summary: Eddie comforts you after you get overwhelmed at one of his shows

content: panic attack, eddie being the best boyfriend, no pronouns, petnames (babe, baby), use of y/n (just once i think), swearing, fluff

word count: [762 words]

The hideout was completely packed tonight. You were super stoked about the crowd for Corroded Coffin, but you were also feeling overwhelmed. At first, you were fine. Big crowds weren’t really your thing, but when Eddie came out on stage, you were one hundred percent focused on him and drowned everything else out.

Now, you have Eddie standing next to you with his arm around your shoulder while he’s talking to a group of people. You’re pressed up next to him with absolutely no space, and while you love being this close to him, you have no other choice because of all the bodies surrounding you and leaving you no choice.

You feel like you’re trapped and the exit is a thousand miles away.

The room begins to grow hotter and louder.

You feel yourself begin to zone out. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your vision is blurry. The sounds surrounding you being to drown out, like you’re in a different world, but you’re stuck in the same spot.

“Isn’t that right, baby?” you hear Eddie say to you but you can’t respond or react. “Baby?” Eddie asks, concerned. He grows worried when he sees the look on your face and the sweat on your forehead.

“Fuck, let’s get you outside, okay?” You give a small nod and close your eyes.

Eddie grabs your hand and plows through the crowd to get you outside into the fresh air. After what feels like hours, you’re finally outside.

You start to sob and you can’t catch your breath.

“Hey, hey, listen to my voice. Deep breaths, okay? In and out, can you do that for me?”

Eddie starts to take deep breaths with you and you feel yourself calm down a little, but you’re still shaken up.

“There ya go, you’re okay. Can I touch you?”

You nod and his hands rest on your shoulders. He wants nothing more than to pull you into him for a hug, but he knows that might make things worse.

Once your breathing is normal and you feel more cooled off, you look at him. “I’m so sorry. I ruined your night and-”

“You didn’t ruin anything, babe. I’m sorry that I didn’t notice sooner. I know big crowds can stress you out sometimes and I should’ve thought about that.”

“I was fine, but then everything hit me all at once and I’m so happy that you guys got a big crowd tonight. I just wish I was able to handle it better and support you.”

“You do support me. Always. Even when there were only two other people in the crowd, you were there. You’re there at band practices and even when I’m just in my room forcing you to listen to whatever shitty lyrics I write, you’re sitting on my bed with the biggest smile on your face.”

“They’re not always shitty lyrics”

Both of you laugh and Steve walks outside, trying to find you.

“Oh, here you are. I’ve been looking for you two. Everything alright?” Steve notices you look like you’ve been crying.

“Yeah, we’re alright. Steve, would you be a dear and get my number one fan some water?” Eddie requests and Steve heads back inside.

“Just your number one fan? I'm no groupie, rockstar.”

“Number one fan, love of my life. Same thing. And you are so a groupie. But only for me, yeah?”

“Yeah” you agree. “Hug?” you hold your arms out and he can’t wait another second.

You hold each other and you realize you’d go through just about anything to be able to hug him.

“Feeling better?” He asks and you hum as a yes.

“Think I might need a kiss, though”

Eddie chuckles and captures you in a kiss. The kiss is sweet and slow and everything you need.

“I love you” You say as soon as you break apart.

“I love you, more. You know who I don’t love? Harrington. I mean how hard is it to get a glass of water”

You laugh and wrap yourself around him again. “Maybe we can just get some water at home?” you suggest.

“Anything for my one and only groupie” he jokes.

You groan and he leads you to his van, stopping to kiss you every few seconds.

“Guys! y/n I have your water!” you hear Steve shout, making the two of you giggle

“Hurry, before he sees us”

Eddie races you to his van, but obviously lets you win despite how competitive he is. He’d lose every time if it meant making you smile.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic

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lanadane1 · 2 years ago

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About You

(Late November 1984) Chapter 1: The Car Ride

Eddie Munson x female!harrington!reader

Chapter Summary: In the weeks following the breakup, it’s been hard to not be in contact with Eddie. You let your desires get the best of you.

Word Count: 4.2k

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Chapter warnings: Angst, smoking (reader), nightmare, mention of panic attack or sorts (just reader experiencing triggers), partying, +18 for general mature topics and content

You felt like you were suffocating. It was a sensory deprivation and overload all at the same time.

Your goggles were clouded from the particles that floated freely around your head. You had no idea what that stuff was, and it scared you that it surrounded you like a cloud. The makeshift mask covering your mouth, nose, and ears felt like it was preventing any kind of airflow to your lungs, making them burn. It was dark all around you, no sense of direction, and the croaking from the hound like creatures seemed to echo around the tunnel making it impossible to tell where it was coming from.

You screamed for somebody, anybody, to help you- but your voice was trapped in your throat.

You leaned against the wall of the small tunnel and sank to the ground, squeezing your eyes shut. Hands clamped over your ears and head between your legs to try to stop the world from spinning.

Suddenly a hand settled on your shoulder blade and your head jerk up.

There, in all his glory, was him. Him with his halo of dark curls that framed his face perfectly. Him with his worn leather jacket that was surprisingly soft and smelt like home. Him with his snarky smile that made him seem like he always knew something you didn’t. Him with his heart full of love and head full of songs.

“It’s just a dream y/n.”

He knelt to your level and pulled your face into his hands. He slid the goggles off your eyes and down to hang around your neck along with the bandana mask that was previously suffocating you. His face was so close to your own that if you moved forward even an inch your lips would brush.

“You’re perfectly safe. You can wake up.”

And with that command, your eyes drifted open and made contact with the soft light spilling into your room. You smiled and shuffled down into your sheets as the memory of him was still firm in your mind. You let yourself revel in the phantom sensation of his lips close to yours before reality hit you. Like, it did every morning.

The reality that he was not yours anymore. That he would not be driving you to school. He would not kiss you at your locker before 1st period. And since its Tuesday, he would not be driving you to watch a Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout tonight.

Ignoring the melancholy that had taken root in your bones for the past few weeks, you rise from your bed and begin another monotonous day.

Steve and you made your way to school, arriving much earlier than usual. Steve still hadn’t gotten use to not having to pick up Nancy on the way and this threw off your schedule a bit. As you pulled into the lot- one of the first ones there for the umpteenth time this week month- Steve sighed to himself.

“Well, this essay will not write itself. Sure you don’t wanna keep me company in the library?”

“We both know that’s code for wanna fuck around so I can avoid my responsibilities, Stevie.”

You both chuckle as he swats your shoulder and reaches for his backpack in the back seat.

“Always a ray of sunshine y/n. You’re still the one whose gonna proofread it for me out of the goodness of your heart.” He crooned to you while stepping out of the car.

“The weathers nice so I think I’ll read on the bench till class.” You give him a half-hearted smile.

He gives you a small sad smile. He is well aware that Eddie and you would frequent that bench before school almost daily.

“Old habits die hard.” You admitted and shrugged, the urge to defend your somewhat pathetic behavior bubbling up in your chest.

You grab your backpack and exited the car in a fluid move that had you gliding towards the picnic bench towards the side of the parking lot. Once arrived, you rifled through your bag to find your favorite book and Walkman. A slow melody filled your ears as you dive in, forgetting your surroundings and circumstances. A craving burrowed into your bones right alongside the melancholy, though.

It’s a craving for him. The craving for the comfort he brings. A craving for home.

An insatiable craving that cannot seem to be quenched. You have unfortunately found comfort in smoking, however. The smell of the cigarette envelopes you in the aroma of him- lulling the buzz in your body for him.

Yet, of course, last night you had used your last smoke and not had time to buy another pack before school this morning. So, you sat on the bench with your book clenched in your cold hands, bending the pages, as the craving consumed your body and left you with not a thing to do about it.

So, it was going to be one of those days.

Just as the buzzing settled to a low hum, a screeching broke through the music playing in your ears. The sound of Dio clashed unsettlingly with the Tears for Fears song in your ears and a rickety van pulled into its usual spot in the lot. As he pulled into his usual spot in the lot. The sight of his van brought thoughts of him like a tsunami in your brain. You clenched your book even harder, as if it were the only thing keeping you anchored to earth during this assault of memories on your psyche.

So, it was really going to be one of those days.

He put the vehicle in park and you watched the van as it thrummed with energy. You felt akin to the car. Thrumming with energy but unable to move anywhere.

You knew you would regret the ultimate hurt the decision you were about to make was going to bring you, but you couldn’t find enough cons to out way the pros in your mind.

I need a cigarette. I know he will have one. I have been going mad not talking to him or seeing him. Just one conversation will hold me over for a while. Who cares if I have a breakdown afterwards- the high of the moment is going to feel so good.

Before you could even really decide, your legs were already moving you away from the bench and towards the van you know so well.

Before you could even really decide, your hand was coming up to knock at the glass window of the driver’s side door.

Before you could even really decide, you were jerking him awake from his cat nap in the driver’s seat before a long day at school.

It took him a moment to calm down from the initial scare of the knock startling him awake. Once he realized who was the perpetrator of the knock, his pulse picked up again.

Eddies eyes widened and he blinked in disbelief at who was standing in front of him, and he frantically rolled his window down to destroy the barrier between you two.

You both stared into each other’s eyes for a minute before daring to break to silence. You found a frail voice in the back of your throat and whispered out a small hi to him.

He took in the sound of your voice, ringing like a bell and replenishing his frazzled mind before greeting you back. You look down to your feet awkwardly before looking back up to him.

“I know this is weird but I- I was wondering if you didn’t mind me bumming a cigarette off of you?” you mumbled out.

“I- well- You smoke?” he stuttered out.

“Recently yea.” His eyes darkened understanding the implications of your words.

“Well, I- um yea. I’ve got one.”

He turned to his glove compartment and shuffled around for a moment. The black shirt he worse stretched across the expanse of his back and highlighted his muscles moving under his luscious skin.

You’d been practically drooling by the time he turned back around with a cigarette in hand. He reached out to hand you the smoke stick as you extended your arm and met in the middle. Your fingers brushed each other’s as you made the exchange- lighting your skin on fire. Even the smallest amount of contact had you wanting to jump into the car right through the window and hold him so close that you would fuse together.

“Thanks.” You mutter out as you hold it between your fingers, rolling it anxiously.

You slowly, and very awkwardly, began to turn around and back away from his van when it seemed that neither of you were going to say anything else.

Make her stay, make her stay, make her stay His mind rattled.

“Well, um, do you need a light?” Eddie offered up as he sensed you about to leave.

“Oh I’m- actually I’m good I’ve got one in my bag.”

“Right cool.”

“Thanks though.”

“Yea no problem.”

You both stared again.

“So, um I guess how- “

“Don’t ask me how I’m doing Eds. I think we both know the answer.”

“Then it’s good thing I was gonna ask how long you’d been smoking.” He halfheartedly chuckled out.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as tears welled up into your eyes. Of course, he wasn’t asking you how you were. He broke up with you, he doesn’t care.

“Oh right. It’s been like- wow I don’t know this is so embarrassing I can’t think,” you chuckle to yourself while gazing down to the asphalt under your feet.

Eddie could tell you were in distress; he could read you like a book. Regret flooded his body over his snide comment that reduce you to this stuttering mess in front of him. Desperately, he tried to backtrack.

“No but I want to know that too- I just figured you wouldn’t wanna talk about that. I figured you wouldn’t wanna talk to me period. I can’t believe you’re here and speaking to me.”

“Neither can I. My feet just kind brought me here.”

“I miss talking to you. I mean it’s weird going from talking to you every single day to not at all.”

“I miss talking to you too.”

You both knew what you really meant.

Eddies hands toyed with the rings that adorned his fingers, twisting and fidgeting with them in an attempt to release the anxiety in his chest.

After you walked out of his trailer that night, he knew he made a mistake. He let his issues get the better of him and it finally messed up the best thing in his life- you. He knew he shouldn’t have pushed you to tell him and trusted you to explain everything eventually. It was evident that this was not something easy you could tell him. They way you were pleading with him that it wasn’t safe for him to know yet and the look in your eye made it apparent to him, only after the fact, that this was serious. Something major happened, and it messed you up. This was bigger than you or him. And rather than being there for you when you needed him to pick up the pieces, he broke you apart further.

“Maybe we could… like… talk then? Sometime?”

You sucked in a breath and pause. Debating. Weighing your options. Deciding if the heartbreak is worth it.

“Eventually yea. I’d really like to.” You give him a meek smile. A beam of hope.

“Good. Cool. Whenever, no rush.” He means it. You believe him.

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The week flew by uneventfully. That’s how they seem to be as of late. You wake up, you go to school, sometimes you’ll have cheer practice after, you go home and go to bed. Rinse and repeat. You’ve only just now finally found the will to start engaging with your friends again. Nancy was there for you as best as she could- but it was difficult when she couldn’t enter your house in fear of coming face to face with Steve.

But this week seemed to be a little different. After your encounter with Eddie, you could feel his eyes on you everywhere you went.

You could see his subtle glances towards you in English and you could feel his stare across the lunchroom. His watchful eye ignited something in you that you hadn’t felt for what seemed to be an eternity. It was hope. Hope that he would wave to you in the hallway. Hope that he would pass you a note. Hope that he would offer you a cigarette. But it was also anxiety. Anxiety that he would watch you silently until he graduated in the spring- assuming he finally graduates this time. Anxiety that he was waiting for the perfect moment to tell you he had moved on and was letting you go. But you would take the bittersweet emotions over the numbness that inhabited your body like a parasite.

The end of the week drained you, however.

You jogged the sidewalk of your neighborhood, an afternoon exercise ritual you tried to participate in as often as possible. You found the adrenaline and endorphins of the activity helped to unfog your mind and raise your spirits.

Every so often, the setting Sun would brush your eyes, momentarily blinding you. As you rounded the corner of Shirley and Maplewood, the Sun obstructed your vision harshly, making your surroundings impossible to perceive. It was in this instant that Mr. Berkley’s dog, Flash, decided it was the perfect moment to bark as loudly as he could at your movement.

The sound of the growl startled you, and as your spotting vision flickered towards the black hound, your temporary blindness comprehended the dog and something it wasn’t. A creature. The kind the kids found in October. The kind from the tunnels.

For a split second you brain told you This is a demo-dog. You are in danger. If it’s this close to you, you’re already dead.

The scream that ripped from your chest was instinctual and piercing. The tears that sprung from your eyes were involuntary and violent, just like your collapse to the ground.

You registered what had happened, picked yourself up, and jogged off with tears in your eyes before Mr. Berkley or a neighbor could exit their houses to question you and your seemingly bizarre behavior.

Maybe I’ll give running a break you decided.

And stay away from dogs.

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The weekend brought better fortune. You made an appearance at a party with your friend, Chrissy, but didn’t stay long.

“I think I’m gonna head home Chris.” You muttered into her ear as you found her smushed against a wall in a pack of cheerleaders and basketball players, all rambling on overzealously about the typical gossip and trying not to puke on each other.

She looked into your eyes and understood. Your social battery was drained. You had no more energy left in you to pretend that you were okay. You had no more energy left to pretend that you weren’t praying to every force in the universe that he would walk through that door and take you away. But he didn’t and he wasn’t going to.

She pulled away from the huddle of drunken teenagers and hugged you close.

“Hey, you did good. A whole hour! Now that’s what I call progress.” She gave you a radiant smile and you returned it with a limp one of your own.

You stalked out of the house with your head down as to avoid getting roped into any conversation. Once on the safety of the porch, you finally rose your head all the way up to the sky and breathed in the chilly night air. You wrapped your jacket tighter around your body and reached into your pockets to put on your gloves. As you reached in your hand was met with a crinkled cylindrical stick. You removed it from your pocket and there in your palm rested the cigarette Eddie gave you.

After the conversation that one morning, you completely forgot about the cigarette- leaving it unsmoked. You put it in your mouth and reached into your purse to find your lighter. A minute of hopelessly rummaging through it informed you that it was not on your person.

“Dammit Stevie.” You muttered, taking the cigarette out of your mouth to have it lazily relax between your index and middle finger.

You recalled just how your lighter was taken from you forcefully by your brother on the night of the tunnels. They needed fire to ignite the gasoline and to complete the mission you involuntarily sacrificed it in the process. A shudder passes through your body- not from the chilly night air. You closed your eyes and leaned upon the banister of the porch to steady yourself.

A voice drifts towards you, carried out of the dark expanse of the night in front of you by the winter wind- rescuing you from the dark memory, “Finally need that light?”

Your eyes snap up. Emerging from his beat-up van was the man you’d been praying to see all night. You heart skipped a beat, and it took you a moment to respond. “Oh um, yea I guess I do, now.”

He slinked towards you in that way in only Eddie did. His body moved fluidly and confidently, almost feline like, as he approached your shivering figure on the doorstep. He produced a metal lighter and ignited the cigarette you had placed back to your lips. You muttered a thank you and took the first inhale as he clinked the metal contraption shut and stuffed it back into the pocket of his leather jacket.

He paused a moment and watched you. Eddie always liked to watch you do trivial things like washing dishes, taking notes, or riffling through your bag. He appreciated your existence and observed you like the most fascinating creature in the world. His breath left his body at the sight of your lips wrapped around the smoke stick, a sight he’d never seen before, and tilt your head to the side to expel the air.

After a beat you worked up the courage to break the silence. “So, what brings you to this neck of the woods?” He smiled at your question. “My services were required. Donnie promised me double for making a house call.” “I see I see.” You nodded your head awkwardly.

“Are you leaving?”

“Yea I’m not really in the party mood. I was just about to walk- “

“Walk?” He interrupted you. “Y/n you were not seriously about to walk home from here.”

Your eyes rolled, “It’s like a mile and a half.”

“Can’t Steve come get you?””

“He’s busy and I’m fine. I’m a big girl and I walk home by myself.” You insisted laughing at his franticness.

“It’s pitch black out.” “It’s 7:30 Eds.”

His voice hitched in the back of his throat at the sound of his nickname. He decides to potentially cross a boundary that exes shouldn’t cross.

“Let me drive you home. I’ll be 5 minutes just enough to drop off with Donnie, get my cash and get out.”

You hesitate. “You really don’t have to do that.” “I would sleep better tonight knowing I didn’t leave you trek across dangerous lands all by your lonesome.”

“This is Lock Nora Eddie. It’s more Hundred Acer Woods than Mirkwood.” You chuckle out.

You both laugh at your remark. Then the silence creeps back in. But it’s not awkward this time. Its comfortable like a warm blanket had been wrapped around the two of you. You look into his eyes and discover the seriousness to his request.

“Only if it’s not an inconvenience.”

“You’re never an inconvenience y/n.”

Silence.

“Wait here and finish up. I’ll be 5 minutes.”

He enters the house and takes the warm blanket with him, leaving you alone again on the freezing porch with a half-burnt cigarette in your fingers.

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The car ride brought on the strongest bout of déjà vu you’d ever experienced. Apparently, nobody had been a passenger since the breakup because the seat was still in the perfect position for you. The music he usually blasted was reduced to a low hum that drifted throughout the cavernous car and his driving was abnormally slow and safe- as it always was when you were present.

The moment was a perfect replica of so many late-night car rides, except your thigh lacked his strong grip on it and his face was now replaced with an anxious grimace instead of a content grin.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and willed yourself to speak. “So, how’s Wayne?”

Eddies body relaxed into his seat as your voice filled his ears. As he basked in your presence, he reminded himself that he might not have another opportunity to talk to you in such an intimate setting ever again or at least for a long time- so he needed to man up and respond.

“He’s good but tired. He picked up a bunch of late shifts for his buddy whose wife had a baby- but the extra cash is nice.”

“He ever figure out where he left is tweedy bird mug?”

Eddie grinned at the memory of the three of you ransacking the slovenly trailer for any sign of his uncle’s precious yellow mug. “Yea he brought it over to a neighbor while sharing a smoke and left it. Damn near cried when they called saying they had it.” “That man and his mugs.” You giggle out.

“How’s Steve? Heard Wheeler and him split.” Eddie cautiously inquired hoping to not drudge up any undesirable topics in the little time he had with you. You closed your eyes and sighed at the thought of your brother’s pain. “Yea it’s been difficult for him. He just doesn’t know what to do. He was sad about it and he still loves her, but he’s moved on from the initial heartbreak and he’s left in this sort of limbo right now. It’s stressing him out- and on top of that he’s trying to figure out colleges and what his plan for next year is.” You admitted to him in a word vomit- try to avoid the nitty gritty details of the breakup seeing as his situation mirrored yours and Eddies.

“Man, that’s tough. I can’t even think about my plan I just gotta see if I can make it through this semester let alone graduate or go to college.” Eddie chuckled out in a lighthearted jest. “Eddie- “

“I know I know y/n the whole shpeal about my potential. I get it and I really thank you for believing in me, but I’ve got bigger fish to fry than fucking high school right now.”

“What could be more important than trying to pass Eds?” You questioned him exasperatedly, gazing upon his profile- eyes transfixed on the road. “I can think of a few things.” he snuck a glance at you out of the corner of his eye only to be met with the sight of your cheeks dusted in a red hue- like a polaroid developing in front of his eyes. Your gaze returned to the road and you both stared at the inky night that stretched before you.

“I just want the best for you Eds. I get it’s not my place anymore, but I can’t just stop caring about you and being invested in your life like flipping a switch off. That’s not how it works.” You muttered defensively about your intrusion on his plans. “You don’t have to be sorry for caring about me y/n and certainly don’t have to ever stop.”

The car stopped moving. His statement shocked you so deeply you didn’t even realize you’d arrived home, his van parked at the edge of your lawn. The lights illuminating the windows of your home we warm and inviting- beckoning you to come inside and escape the unpleasant car ride you’d endured if only to be in Eddie’s presence for a split second. Your hand wrapped around the handle of the door, and you craned your neck around to peer at his face. You were met with an expression you’d never seen cross Eddies face before- it was one of a thousand words all trapped within the confides of his body: chest, brain, mouth, lungs, tongue.

You couldn’t discern a single thing he wanted to tell you, but you understood none the less. You turned the corners of your mouth upward in a petite smile and thanked him for the ride. He shook his head up and down wordlessly and tried to pin you to your seat in the van with his gaze. Unfortunately, it didn’t work, and you exited the car- swiftly and quietly, leaving Eddie alone yet again.

He couldn’t understand what brought him to this moment. How he let his emotions get the better of him. How he let you get away from him. How he let you just walk out of his van without pleading for forgiveness and a second chance. All he knew was that the world would not be right until you were back and his arms, and he vowed to himself that he would reconcile with you if you would have him; just as soon as he worked up the balls. Which might take a while.

He sighed, rubbed his eyes in an irritated manner and put his van in drive, steering himself away from you and towards the isolation of his empty trailer.

Alone again.

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So excited for the next chapter (it’s truly so long get ready) :)))))

#eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x harrington!reader #stranger things #stranger things season 2 #angst #eddie munson fanfic

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forget-you-morelike-fuck-you · 2 years ago

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With This Ring- E.M.

I CANNOT WITH THIS IM SIMPLY DECEASED.

Pt. 2 <;> Pt. 3 Honeymooners (Sequel)

Eddie proposes.

TW- Tooth rotting fluff, vague mention of smut right at the end.

Pairings- Eddie Munson x Reader, Friend!Steve and Robin x Reader

Word Count- 2,329

(Gifs and images not mine, credit to owners!)

“You ever think about… getting married?” You ask, looking to the couch from the kitchen. Eddie looks up in shock, his eyebrows disappearing behind his bangs.

“Uh,” His cheeks flush with pink. He had indeed been thinking about getting married. He most definitely wants to get married. The proof is in the ring he has hidden beneath his bed, one of his own, resized to fit your hand. “Yeah. I’ve thought about it.” He tries to be nonchalant, but as you look at him from the stove you can’t help but feel deflated.

“Do you… not want to get married?” You look back down at the pan and prod at the chicken you have cooking.

Eddie is nervous. Obviously, he doesn’t want you to know he has a plan. Could this question not have waited just a couple more days? “I never said that princess.” He gets up, crossing over to you and lacing his arms around you. He pulls your back into him, and he presses sweet kisses to the side of your head, right above your ear. “Maybe just not quite yet.”

You try to let it go, but he stays with you, putting his chin on the top of your head. “Why? Do you want a big, white wedding?” Eddie asks. You scoff, a little annoyed. Tells you he doesn’t want to get married yet and then asks what you want when you do?

“I mean… I guess we have plenty of time to decide that.” You mutter vaguely.

No we don’t… Eddie thinks. Still, he feels bad for fibbing.

You two have been together for 6 years. You’ve talked about marriage before, but it’s been a long time. You’ve been content to take it slow, but with people you’ve known from school getting married, starting families, it makes you ache for that in a way you never have.

“Well, even if we do have time, it’s still nice to dream about it, right?” Eddie asks, trying to get you to confess exactly what you want. “Don’t you have an idea of what you want our wedding to be?”

Your heart flutters at his words. Our wedding. You can’t help but smile sheepishly thinking about it.

Stirring the rice in the pot next to the chicken, you think. “Well,” you begin. “It doesn’t need to be big. And I don’t think I want to wear white either.”

Eddie nods, his arms rubbing up and down your sides. “What would you want to wear? Black? Red?”

“I want to wear blue.” You muse. The picture of you in Eddie’s mind is angelic in that moment. He loves when you dress in his style. But there’s nothing more beautiful than you being exactly who you are.

“Blue, huh? I guess I’d have to match. Not my usual style, but I guess I can swing it just for you.”

The thought of him in a tux, baby blue tie and pocket square, standing at the end of a flower-filled aisle… It makes you shiver.

But it won’t happen any time soon. Not when Eddie is just starting to land more gigs with Corroded Coffin.

You still can’t help but giggle, laying your head back against him. “And I want there to be stars everywhere. And twinkling lights.” You say. You think back to your first date with Eddie, walking around Hawkins with ice cream in your hands, ending up on the high school’s football field, staring into the sky. You talked for hours before he walked you home, much to your parents’ dismay. But you simply lost track of time. It was like you finally found the piece you’d been missing all your life.

Eddie remembers too. And he promises to make it happen for you. “That sounds nice. What would we dance to?”

You bite your lip. You’ve been thinking about this for a long time. “I Wanna Know What Love Is.” You respond. The chicken is done, so you and Eddie waddle over together to get the plates, both of you laughing as you try to walk in sync. “It’s a great song. And we both like Foreigner. So even though it’s not metal, technically, I think it’s a pretty good compromise.” You shrug. You finally look Eddie in the face, and he’s beaming. He leans in for a kiss, pulling your chin to meet him in the middle.

“Foreigner’s super metal, baby.” You give a laugh and go sit to eat.

When Eddie brings you to his show a few nights later, he’s more nervous than usual. You give his hand a squeeze and kiss his cheek. “What’s wrong Eddie? Are you okay?” You ask, your brow furrowing in concern.

He looks at you, biting his lip to hold his smile back. “Yeah, we’re just debuting a new song tonight. I hope everyone like it.”

This is news to you. You sit in on rehearsals when you can, but between work and Eddie’s busy Hellfire schedule it’s hard to make it every time. “Oh, I haven’t heard it.” You say, and he just smiles.

“It’s really new. We’ve only been working a few weeks on it. And besides, I kind of wanted it to be a surprise.” He confesses, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth again.

This is strange. He’s always so thrilled to show you new things he’s working on. D&D campaigns, riffs, lyrics… everything. You haven’t even heard him practicing anything remotely new at home.

You try not to question it as he leaves you at your table, front and center, as always. Robin and Steve are supposed to be meeting you here, but you don’t see them yet, so you just sit and wait for the waitress to come take your drink order.

Soon, you feel hands on your shoulders, a loud “Hey!” coming from behind you. You look up to see Steve, his long, fluffy hair almost covering his eyes. You immediately stand up to hug him, Robin coming just behind him.

“Hey! I’m glad you could make it! Eddie just told me they’re debuting a song tonight. Did he tell you?” You ask them.

Of course, he did. Ever since the mess in ’86, Eddie and Steve have been two peas in a pod, pretty much co-parenting the teenagers. And of course, Steve is going to tell Robin too, so they’re both vibrating in anticipation of the night’s events. “What?” Steve asks, trying to cover his excitement. “No! He hasn’t told me anything.” Robin just keeps her mouth shut and shakes her head. She knows she’d spill as soon as soon as you saw the lie in her eyes.

“I bet it’s gonna be great, though! I mean, metal’s not really my thing, but Eddie’s band is pretty cool.” She blurts. The delivery would almost raise your suspicions more if Robin wasn’t always like this.

“Okay, well, come on, sit down. The show’s starting soon.”

And so you do. A waitress comes to get your orders and soon you’re sipping your beer as Corroded Coffin takes the stage. There’s a lot more people here than you were honestly expecting. Their fanbase has been growing so quickly these days. People have been coming from Kentucky and Ohio after hearing about them through the grapevine.

Then Eddie steps onto the stage, beginning the show with an incredible riff he took weeks learning. “This is a cover of one of the greatest songs of all time, Master of Puppets.”

The crowd goes wild, and you’re just beaming at Eddie, completely enamored. His fingers move so quickly across the strings you can barely see them moving. He’s tried to teach you before but it just didn’t work out. You simply don’t have the patience for it. You’ll stick to piano.

A few songs go by, your beer glass is empty, and Steve and Robin are actually having a really great time, jamming out even though they don’t know the songs very well.

Eddie finishes the current song with a flourish, swinging his guitar all the way around his body before it lands back in his hands.

“This is our last song of the night! It’s a new one, and it’s dedicated to the love of my life, Y/N!” A spotlight hits you at that moment, almost blinding you. Everyone’s clapping and whooping and you laugh a bit. Dedicated to you? What is this? Not your anniversary, or your birthday?

“This is With This Ring. I love you, baby.” You can’t look away as he begins the song, a tear welling in your eye. This is the sweetest thing he’s ever done for you.

“My girl, she’s like no other. I should just thank her mother, for letting her go out with me! Her dad he doesn’t like me, tried to hide her just to spite me, but I broke into her window just to set her free!”

You laugh at the memory. He accidentally broke the lock on your window when he was trying to sneak you out after about a month of seeing each other.

“You know I love you baby, but the times are getting crazy, so I just really need to know… Will you take my heart, don’t break it? Will you stay through thick and thin? Then I promise to adore you and with this ring I’ll always love you. Say you want me, say you need me and you’ll make my dream come true. Now and always for forever, with this ring, I wanna marry you!”

The realization makes you gasp, tears letting loose down your face. You look at Eddie and he looks right back, smiling brightly and giving you a wink.

A flash goes off right next to your face, and you look at Robin, who’s holding a camera, her eyes welling in tears in happiness for you. “I thought you might want to remember this!” She yells over the music. You go to crush her in a quick hug, then you look back at Eddie, who jumps into the second verse.

“My baby’s getting better, the way she talks is clever, likes books and stars and lightning too! The other day she told me, she doesn’t need no fame no glory, wants a wedding where she’s wearing blue!”

You’re a bawling mess now, you can’t believe this is happening. Steve and Robin are both rubbing your back in support. They’re crying too.

“You know I need you lover, now I want you to discover, what it’s like to take on my last name… Will you take my heart, don’t break it? Will you stay through thick and thin? Then I promise to adore you and with this ring I’ll always love you. Say you want me, say you need me and you’ll make my dream come true. Now and always for forever, with this ring, I wanna marry you!”

He finishes the song as he walks down the steps of the stage toward you, with the final strum of his guitar, he pulls a little square box out of his pocket. As gets down on his knee, he opens it, and you let out another sob of joy. It’s his favorite, a silver ring resembling a thicket of thorns, but there’s a new addition. A little, deep red gem sits in the center. You look up at Eddie, who has tears coming down his face now too.

“Y/N. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I’ve been waiting for you for so long. And I promise, I’ll give you your wedding with the stars and the lights. And we’ll wear blue, and we’ll dance to Foreigner.” He has to stop as he lets out a light sob. One hand comes up to your face, and you press your cheek into him. Everyone is waiting with bated breath.

“Please, Y/N, will you marry me?”

You’re crying so hard its hard to speak, but you nod vigorously, “Yes!”

With that, everyone erupts into cheers as he slips the ring onto your finger. He pulls you to your feet and lifts you into the air, spinning you around. And you kiss him like the world is collapsing around you.

“I love you, Eddie!” You cry into him. This is the absolute happiest you’ve ever been in your life.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He cries with you, his deep brown eyes holding so much love for you he feels like he’s going to burst. You wipe the tears and sweat away with your thumbs before bringing his face back to yours.

“Hey, Y/N!” Robin exclaims. You turn and laugh; it seems like no one has a dry eye in the whole place. “Congratulations! I know it might be a little early, but you know, if you need a maid of honor, I’m available!” You laugh again, holding out a hand to one of your dearest friends.

“Of course, you’re my maid of honor!” You exclaim.

“Hey, what about me?” Steve asks, sniffling. “Wouldn’t I look nice in a dress?” This sends all of you into a laughing fit.

“You can be a bridesmaid too, Steve.”

The rest of the night is filled with congratulations, showing off your ring to anyone in sight and kissing the man you’ve been destined for all your life.

As you get home, Eddie lifts you bridal style over the threshold, sending you into a fit of giggles as you kiss his face. “Welcome home, Mrs. Munson.”

“I’m not Mrs. Munson yet, Eddie. And you’re supposed to carry me over the threshold after we get married.” You laugh.

“Oh, so I guess it’s too early to consummate then?” He asks slyly, giving you a smirk. You bite your lip and shake your head.

“Definitely not, I think.” You play along, staring into his beautiful doe-eyes. “Then I guess we’d better get to it, Mrs. Munson.” And like that, he’s hurtling down the hall to the bedroom, both of you laughing all the way there.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington #robin buckley

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years ago

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Fanfiction Masterlist:

Eddie Munson & Steddie (Stranger Things)

Requests: Closed

Main Blog: @tiannamortis

Other Masterlists:

Adrian Chase/Vigilante (Peacemaker)

Astarion (Baldur’s Gate 3)

Various Characters (Various)

All of my writing is cross posted to Archive of Our Own.

Some of my stories explore dark themes. Any potentially triggering content will be listed in the Content Warning at the top of every post on Tumblr and at the start of each chapter on AO3. Please be sure to read the Content Warnings carefully. Your mental health is more important to me than you reading my writing. 🖤💜

I try to keep everything as gender neutral as possible outside of smut. Smut is from an afab gender neutral perspective. I never describe my Readers or OCs to make it easier to imagine yourself in the story, regardless of race, gender identity or body type. The only time I ever describe clothing is if it’s important to the story.

All dividers in my masterlist and stories are by @firefly-graphics from the goth divider pack.

Enjoy! 🖤💜

Eddie’s Sluts Fanart

Eddie Munson Oneshots

Constitution (Smut)

A Corroded Coffin Christmas (Rockstar AU)(Angst)

Conviction (Angst)

Eddie’s Easter Bucket (Fluff)

Eddie’s Secret Stash (Smut)

Four Fifth’s: Part 1 (Fluff)

Game Over (Modern AU)(Smut)

GossipWeb (Modern Rockstar AU)(Angst)

Hit Points (Fluff)

I Still Believe (Vampire AU)(Angst)

Jackass (Rockstar AU)(Fluff) *NEW*

Jumpstart (Older AU)(Smut)

The Night Before Christmas (Fluff)

Paparazzi (Rockstar AU)(Angst)

Perception (Fluff)

Reunited: Part 1/4 (Rockstar AU)(Fluff)

Reunited: Part 2/4 (Rockstar AU)(Fluff)

Reunited: Part 3/4 (Rockstar AU)(Fluff)

Secret Admirer: Part 1 (Fluff)

Secret Admirer: Part 2 (Fluff)

Secret Admirer: Part 3 (Fluff)

Second Place (Angst)

True Sight (Angst)

Weekend Moments (Fluff)

Welcome Back, Munson (Fluff)

White Wedding (Smut) *NEW*

Wisdom (Fluff)

Eddie Munson Blurbs/Imagines/HCS

Candy (Fluff)

Close Shave (Fluff)

Cutthroat Kitchen (Modern AU)(Fluff)

Eddie Gives You A Tattoo (Fluff)

Eddie Loves Your Tits (Smut)

Eddie’s Baby (Fluff)

Eddie’s Night Cooking (Fluff)

Home Sweet Home (Fluff)

Horror Movies (Fluff)

It’s Over 9000! (Fluff)

Kickstart My Heart (Fluff)

Layers (Smut)

Let It Go (Rockstar AU) (Fluff)

Like a Rabbit (Smut)

Mechanically Inclined Reader (Fluff)

Physical Affection (Fluff)

Presenting (Omegaverse AU) (Fluff)

Reward System (Smut)

Robin Plays Matchmaker (Fluff)

What Happens in Vegas… (Smut)

Eddie Munson x GothReader

Black No. 1 (Fluff)

Cheering Up A Goth Girlfriend (Fluff)

Edge of Seventeen: Part 1 (Angst)

Things You See in a Cafeteria (Fluff)

Fuckboy Eddie Munson x FormerHookup!Reader Co-written w/ @bimbobaggins69 (Smut) (in chronological order)

First Encounter After Hooking Up

An Unexpected Ego Boost

Eddie Makes a Decision

At Steve’s Party

Ghost Eddie Munson x Ghost Reader

Check-In for the Recently Deceased: Part 1 (Angst)

Rock Star Eddie Munson x Hotwife Reader

Happy Birthday (Smut)

Steddie x Chronically Ill Reader

Bad Days vs Good Pain Days (Smut)

Chronically Yours (Fluff)

Steddie x Reader

Blood Doll: Part 1 (Vampire AU)(Angst)

Blood Doll: Part 2 (Vampire AU)(Angst)

Blood Doll: Part 3 (Vampire AU)(Angst)

Corset (Fluff)

Double Penetration (Smut)

First Time Jitters (Smut)

Luck (Fluff)

Sleep (Fluff)

Teaching Steve D&D (Fluff)

Last Updated: 8/1/2023

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enam3l · 2 years ago

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Hey, I hope you're okay

I read your post about rockstar! Eddie who hates Tommy Lee, and that made me wonder, which bands do you think Eddie (and the whole corroded coffin) would be friends, like, going to parties, and talking and meeting sometimes

You can ignore this if you want, but I was curious and your writing is so good

Thank you so much! I fuckin love this concept and had a tonne of fun thinking about it. Basically Eddie Munson just loves music and people who love music too. And fyi, he does love Lana. PS: all rockstar eddie munson content can be found under this hashtag if you want to only view that and not just all my eddie munson stuff on the #enam3l x eddie tag

The big one of course is Metallica. The Corroded Coffin boys were never subtle about how much they loved Metallica and how they'd been their teen idols. At Corroded Coffin’s first awards show where enemies were made with Motley Crue, a friendship was also made. Having heard the kind words said about them so often by Eddie and the gang, Metallica made it their mission for the night to introduce themselves. Feeling totally out of place and laughing at how surreal this was, Corroded Coffin were interrupted by a waiter bringing over a bottle of whiskey, a gift from Metallica. The boys were stunned silent. To this day Eddie’s wife says she's never seen him so speechless. The waiter pointed over to a table closer to the stage where Metallica sat and waved. Later, they came over and introduced themselves, complimenting Corroded Coffin for making it in such a difficult scene and without help. From then on a bond existed between the two bands. Metallica acting as mentors for Corroded Coffin and being their support act on multiple occasions. Eddie couldn't believe he had James fucking Hetfield’s number and would often speak to him when things got a bit much and the industry felt like it was crushing him.

Eddie definitely had a kinship with Alice Cooper, the two sitting back and laughing at the madness surrounding them. Both having the same approach to their careers, loving the music and playing up the image but not the gross antics. They both had normal family lives. They were definitely on the same wavelength and stuck with each other at any events and caught up about their wives and kids.

They all enjoyed going to parties with KISS, appreciating the bands theatrics. KISS’s face paint just spoke to their routes in Hellfire.

Mostly Eddie liked hanging with the alternative and indie bands, they weren't as intense and outlandish as the rock scene. Less publicity stunts and sleaze which is what Eddie despised about Motley Crue. Eddie appreciated their musical skill as well as their theatrics and style. Bands like Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus and David Byrne. He admired them from afar and eventually grew to know them and just enjoyed talking about their art together.

And Eddie didn't believe in guilty pleasures. There were plenty of artists you'd never expect him to love and respect. He always thought George Michael was kind and interesting, originally approaching him by mistake at a show thinking he was Steve. Eddie was bummed when George Michael died. Also The B-52s, Eddie loved getting drunk and putting them on. You'd definitely go and see them together and get silly drunk and dance around like teenagers. One of your favourite date nights would be to go to soul or jazz clubs, he liked listening to those kind of records whilst cooking or cleaning.

He was definitely intrigued by the grunge scene in the nineties and helped promote and support it. He thought the guys from Nirvana were the coolest he's ever met and attended Kurt’s funeral. Foo Fighters drummer passed away this year and the rest of the band did a memorial gig with friends from the industry, Eddie would've absolutely been there.

But honestly, one of Eddie’s favourite parts of being famous would be getting to use his connections to introduce you to your favourite musicians and bands. Eddie is absolutely no music snob, open and interested in anything especially when he can see the craft that went into it.

Whatever you or his daughters liked he'd be there front row with them. Maeve his youngest would definitely love Ariana Grande or Lady Gaga and Eddie would take her to every gig, wearing merch too. Eddie Munson would be famously quoted for saying there's nothing more metal than having pipes like Mariah or Ariana. And he fucking clapped like hell at Gaga’s meat dress, he thinks she's fucking cool as shit.

#enam3l asks #enam3l x eddie #enam3ls rockstar eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #rockstar eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fanfic

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natalicss · 2 years ago

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bad love ; eddie munson

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie and you broke up for a simple reason. eddie’s life-goals didn’t work out, but yours did. five years later, robin tells eddie that them & the others have been added to a guest list for a surprise show in indiana. now eddie has to decide if it was a mistake to go.

warnings: celebrity!reader , mentions of drugs, slightly toxic!eddie , angsty , this is my first fic so please work with me here i’m not good with warnings

word count: 2.4K

nat’s notes: the song that the reader sings about eddie is bad love by lita ford. listen to the full song & you’ll kinda see how she felt about eddie after their breakup HAHA. like i said this is my first fic on here so not only am i nervous but i am having a hard time laying this out LMAO. i know reader doesn’t do much BUT if we want a part two after the show where everyone goes to hang out with her after the show (& maybe we get to see why eddie & her broke up??) LET ME KNOW. nonetheless, enjoy!!

Eddie Munson had this big plan.

Get the hell out of Hawkins, move to California, and become a rock sensation. Groupies at every show. Drugs piling tour buses. Paparazzi, interviews, photoshoots, you name it, Eddie wanted it. He wanted to make music. To scream his lungs out into a microphone while thousands of people cheered him on below. He wanted to bask in stadium lights while girls cheered his name. He wanted to give a big fat middle finger to Hawkins and all the people in that shithole that ever doubted him.

But that was five years ago. That was when he still had a dream. An unrealistic one.

25 years old and Eddie Munson was no longer one to make big plans. He stayed in Hawkins, moving to another trailer only down the street from his uncle, and became a mechanic. Because apparently, fixing cars was all he was good at after Corroded Coffin fell to shit. Nobody else seemed to share his dream when college came around. Or girls, weddings, and kids. Everyone seemed to sink into their cozy and easy mediocre lives. Everyone seemed to be happy, or content at the least.

Eddie hated it.

He hated Hawkins. He hated the people in Hawkins. He hated how every time he went to the grocery store he’d bitterly see couples like Steve Harrington and his fiance going on their similar grocery trips. Or Nancy and Jonathan Byers, a small boy on the Byers’s hip while Nancy’s hand was on her growing stomach. Or even young Max Mayfield and Lucas Sinclair, who usually only stopped by to get snacks for the weekly movie night they had. He hated how when he met up with high school buddies they all talked about their successful lives. Dustin Henderson had a successful job and managed to bring Suzie to Hawkins. Mike Wheeler was in college, breezing through it. Gareth Emerson had a wife and now a baby on the way, despite only being in his early 20s. Eddie hated hearing how happy everyone was because he was miserable.

And that magazine on the table was a reminder.

A VOGUE rested on Steve Harrington’s coffee table. From his fiance, likely. On the cover, a girl with familiar features with colorful lipstick that complimented her skin tone. White lace collar peaks from the bottom of the photo. She was beautiful. Just as beautiful as she was five years ago. Her sparkling eyes that made his heart swoon, and her sultry look that made his pants tighten as if he imagined it in real-time.

Y/N L/N.

He remembered her perfectly. How could he not? The two of them were soulmates. At least he thought they were. They had a big plan. Get the hell out of Hawkins, move to California, and become the hottest couple in Hollywood. But Eddie didn’t get that far. No. But she did. She didn’t have a band holding her back. She didn’t have a trailer-park salary. She came from a good neighborhood and a half-decent family. Most importantly, she was sweet and charming. She swooned a big manager when she stayed in Nashville the summer after graduation. Shortly after, she was moving there to become a star. And a star she was. Her name decked in lights. Her face was on every magazine. Award shows, celebrity best friends. She made it. She had gotten the life she craved. The life Eddie craved.

And she left him in the dust.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t like that. At all. But Eddie didn’t care. He hated how she seemingly left him behind when all he wanted was for her to stay. It was selfish. But once again, Eddie didn’t care.

“Is that Y/N?” Dustin audibly gasped as he reached for the magazine, pulling it to his face to inspect. “Holy shit! VOGUE!”

Max Mayfield snatched it from his hands. “She looks hot.” She stated bluntly.

Mike scoffed. “Y/N was always hot. Lucas had a huge crush on her when we were, like, twelve.” He bluntly replied.

“She smashed a demo-dog’s head in with a guitar! Hell yeah, I had a crush on her.”

Robin Buckley, who was on the couch with Eddie, ate from a bowl of popcorn. “I got a call from Y/N recently.” She hummed casually. Everyone, especially Eddie, snapped their heads in her direction.

Steve gawked at his best friend. “What? Why?” He sat in his armchair, leaning into the side as he tried to get closer to Robin.

“She’s having a surprise show, I guess. The five-year anniversary of her first album.” Robin explained as she waved her popcorn-filled hand. “She was making a guest list, and we all just happen to be on it.” Everyone in the room bursted into excited cheers. Dustin and Lucas high-fiving loudly while Mike and Will shared big smiles. Max looked back at the magazine with wide eyes, as if wondering if the girl she looked up to growing up was going to climb out of the glossy paper.

Eddie didn’t move. He looked at Robin with wide eyes and disheveled hair. His mind wasn’t there anymore. It was back to the last night he saw her. The glossy tears in her eyes. The hoarse tone of her voice. His rough shouts. The redness of his face from anger. The door slammed as she left to pursue the life she now has.

“When’s the show?” Nancy asked, unsure if she’d be able to make it when her baby would be due in a few weeks.

“Next weekend!” Robin gushed. “Y/N’s manager said they’d have everything sorted out. Nancy, you’ll be backstage with Jonathan while the rest of us are front-row barricades for the show. And then we’ll be able to see her right after the concert ends.” She rambled and talked fast, but seemingly everyone understood what she was saying. Eleven was bouncing in her spot excitedly. She hadn’t been to a concert before.

Steve looked over Robin’s shoulder, seeing Eddie’s worried gaze. He craned his neck, maneuvering himself in an uncomfortable manner to catch the Munson’s eyes. When he did, Eddie was brought back to planet earth. Blinking repeatedly, Eddie looked at his close friend with raised brows. A silent what’s up?

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” He informed Eddie. This time, everyone’s eyes went to their metalhead friend. He shifted uncomfortably under their eyes. His skin felt hot and his stomach was churning. What was he feeling? Nerves? Anger? Jealousy? Heartbreak? All of the above?

Eddie gave an unconvincing smile. After all, everyone assumed they had ended things on good terms. He shook his head quickly. “Are you kidding me? I’ll never say no to a concert.” He chimed cockily, earning snickers from his friends as they began to excitedly chatter about their upcoming show. Eddie sunk into the couch slightly. What could go wrong?

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It was a mistake coming here, Eddie thought. But it was too late now.

Here he was, crowded by hundreds of people that had heard of this supposedly last minute show in Indiana to celebrate the fifth anniversary of her first album, titled Most Wanted. The irony, Eddie thought. He recalled when Hawkins had believed that not only he had killed Chrissy Cunningham, but that Y/N L/N had helped him after Jason Carver had gotten his ass kicked by her. She had been on the run from the police for two days before the others found her again.

Eddie hadn’t listened to much of the album. He heard the single that had come out, which was basically a female rock anthem that Max and Eleven loved. It was a good one, but Eddie knew that. He had been there when she wrote it.

Somehow, Eddie hadn’t really thought about what would happen when he saw Y/N in person for the first time in five years. He had seen magazine photos of her. Just two days ago, there was a paparazzi shot of her in New York City. She was wearing light-washed jeans, a faded T-shirt, a large leather trench coat, black boots, and dark cat-eye sunglasses. She looked like a star, even in photos as simple as that.

So when the lights shined and she was suddenly ten feet away, Eddie forgot how to breathe.

She was wearing leather pants and boots. A white tank top she had cut the end off to make it her preferred length. Her makeup was dark and glamorous, and her hair was styled perfectly. She looked ethereal. She basked in the warm stage lights and it was light whatever higher power there was knew exactly how special she was. Eddie wasn’t much of a religious man, but he thanked god that there was a girl as beautiful as her.

The first note of the opening had sent the crowd into overdrive. It was the song Eddie knew. Max and Eleven screamed excitedly, bouncing up and down as they began to scream the words. Her voice. God, her voice was everything to him. Something that used to send him to sleep while he rested his head on her chest. Of course, in those times it was softer. This was strong. Powerful. The world finally got to hear the powerhouse she was the way Eddie used to when they sang in his van. And every time she spoke he felt his heart break a little more. It was slightly different now. She maybe had a slight southern accent from living in Nashville for five years, but her tone was different now, too. She was bolder, louder, and more sure of herself. The insecure girl was completely gone.

He wasn’t even jealous anymore. He was just sad. Sad that his only memories of this girl he had been in love with for so long were nothing more than that. Memories. That he no longer got to hear her song ideas. Her sweet hums in the shower. He no longer got to see her tiredly roll out of bed and trip over her feet. He never got to see her dance the same way she was now but in his t-shirt. Eddie no longer got to wrap his arms around her. He no longer saw her beam up at him when he came to her doorstep with flowers.

What had gone wrong?

“I have one more song for the night.” She panted into the microphone as the crowd screamed. Seemingly over two hours had past before Eddie could even realize it. “Are you having fun?” Eddie flinched as Robin, Eleven, and Max screeched loudly while Steve, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will all let out cheers and whoops. Her smile widened. Eddie could’ve sworn he didn’t remember her smile being that beautiful. “Okay, so I wrote this song a little bit after I moved to Nashville. I wrote it in a time where I was moving on from a chapter of my life.” I had broken up with my boyfriend and I was finally getting to a stage where I stopped blaming myself, is what she didn’t say. “And, well, this song is about that.” Everyone cheered. Eddie thought about the few songs he knew, but this one wasn’t coming to mind. “This is called Bad Love.”

As the guitar began, everyone cheered again. Eleven and Max began talking into Mike’s eyes, and Eddie couldn’t help but notice their eyes on him. Eddie looked back at the stage. For a moment he could’ve sworn her eyes were on him.

wake up now darling, i got a reason to believe this love ain't gonna last the night.

you've opened my eyes, now i'm a little bit wiser, a little bit colder.

Eddie felt his heart sink. He watched her singing. Her eyes screwed shut or looked out into the crowd. But never at him. She wouldn’t look at him. He knew what this song was about. He knew it as soon as the first words were said.

so stop what you're saying, it's more than i can take.

we've reached the end, there's no defense.

i had enough of this bad, bad, love.

Funny enough, Dustin was screaming the words to the song as if he personally related to it. It caused Lucas and Mike to stare at him questioningly, meanwhile, Will joined in with just as much enthusiasm. Steve was smiling like a proud brother, which was pretty accurate considering his and Y/N’s friendship.

don't fool yourself, i could never forgive you and i damn sure won't forget.

in heaven or hell, every tear that i’ve cried will come back to haunt you yet.

don't be surprised if one of these mornings bad luck comes knockin' at your door.

oh, no, you'll find out–

“hell hath no fury like this woman that you've scorned!” Dustin and Will screamed as they leaned into each other. Max, Eleven, and Robin doing something very similar.

Y/N was walking across the stage to the far corner, interacting with the people up front as she sang. She looked beautiful. Completely in her element. She walked back towards the center, lights basking in her beauty. This was what she was made to do, and Eddie could tell. She was meant to perform and put her life into music. Turn chapters of her life into songs. Even her and him.

stop, don't say it.

don't try to make me see.

we've reached the end, there's no defense.

Then she looked at him. The first time she had the entire concert. It was as if time froze and the two of them were the only people in the world. They were teenagers again. They were the same people that had screamed and fought and kissed and made up. They were in love again, and then they were slamming the door on their relationship. Eddie knew it then, but he knew it more now, that he was the one that slammed that door. He was jealous. He was bitter. And he had taken it out on the one person that cared. Because of that, she was standing on stage singing a song she wrote about him after she realized the same thing.

“i had enough of this bad, bad, love.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x yn #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #stranger things #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fic

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bvtbxtch · 1 year ago

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Jack O'Lantern Kiss | Eddie Munson

Day One of Kinktober

Summary: Carving pumpkins with your best friend Eddie leads to confessions you may or may not have always wanted to hear.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, brief mention of Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

wc: ~2k

Content Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, unrequited love, allusions to smut, hickies. This story takes place in an au where the upside down is not a thing. Although this is a pretty tame story, my blog is 18+ so Minors DNI.

A special thank you to my love and collab partner @darknesseddiem. I am so thankful to know you. Here's to an amazing October!

It was your favorite time of the year. The unforgiving Hawkins summer had ended its assault and the fiery leaves crunch underneath your boots and you can finally have an excuse to curl up with your favorite metalhead and read books all day. You had been best friends with Eddie Munson since 10th grade math (when he was in 11th grade) where you helped him figure out how to find x in beginner algebra equations. You immediately fell head over heels for him, but when he began dating Chrissy Cunningham, you learned how to stoke the fire in your heart to embers. Eddie and you continued to get closer throughout high school. Chrissy never made a fuss and you felt like a constant plus one in their little universe. Eddie was the first one to give you a swooping hug after walking the stage (about 20 minutes after he did). You both had dreams to leave sleepy Hawkins and find yourselves in some big city where you could cheer each other on from your shared apartment. You never imagined Eddie not being in your life; you knew he was your soulmate. It wasn’t until this past August that you considered it might be as more than friends.

Eddie called you at 3 in the morning on August 12th. You jolted up, body dusted in a light sheen of sweat from the near 30 degree night. You reached for the receiver and held it to your ear with a groggy hello. You were met with a small sniffle. You knew it was your Eddie.

“Ed? What’s wrong?” You immediately were shaken from your sleepy daze.

“She… she-” Eddie cut himself off with a pitiful sob. You let out a long sigh and hung up the phone with a soft ‘I’ll be right there, Eddie’.

The drive to Forest Hills Trailer Park was usually 15 minutes. You were there in 5. You had never heard Eddie cry before, and never expected to hear him cry that hard. You spent the night petting his head and hearing him weep into your body. Three years he had spent loving Chrissy Cunningam, when she had fallen out of love with him a while ago (if she had ever truly loved him at all).

Since that night, you and Eddie had been inseparable - the impossibly close bond getting closer. You barely knew what your own bedroom looked like as you were almost constantly sleeping at Eddie’s trailer, him being too upset to sleep alone. You watched movies, went to hellfire ‘alumni’ meetings (Eddie called them that but you knew it was just a way for him to make sure that Mike and Dustin were running the club properly), and watched any and all Corroded Coffin gigs you could get to. Hugs became more frequent and Eddie would use any excuse to hold your hand. He was touch starved, and you could tell he was taking this out on you. But why would he not, you were his best friend, and even though you knew that’s where your relationship drew a line, you liked melting into Eddie’s arms or smiling at his forehead kisses.

October brought more scary movies and smoke sessions around the bonfire in Steve Harrington’s backyard. As the month wrapped up, like the weather, Eddie got colder. You knew that Halloween was going to be the first holiday without Chrissy and he was feeling it. You still grabbed his hand and gave him small smiles, but you often got glassy brown puppy dog eyes matched with a small smile. You wanted to take this pain away for him and had just the idea.

You fiddled with the old lock on Eddie’s trailer door, fumbling the grocery bag in your hands and careful not to step on the two bright orange pumpkins that stand on the concrete steps. You knew you had minimal time to prepare this surprise until Eddie was back from the body shop. You wiggle the knob one more time before it gives and you spill inside the homey space. You drop the bag on the kitchen counter and hastily grab the pumpkins from the step. 15 minutes later, you had flyers sprawled across the counter, the pumpkins sitting neatly on them, adorned with different carving tools and sharpies around them. In small bowls on the stove, Eddie’s favorite snacks: cheese balls, M&Ms, skittles and a bag of cool ranch Doritos. You startle at the door slamming open and stomps of Eddie's feet on the linoleum. You get up from the couch and greet him at the door.

“Hey sweetheart… what’s this??” Eddie’s frown turns upwards when he lays his eyes on your set up in his kitchen. He wraps you in a tight hug.

“Just something that I thought would cheer you up” you muffle your words into his chest. You look up at his chocolate eyes. “I know Halloween is your favorite, so thought we could start the festivities.” His eyes glass over, tears threatening to spill. “No, no Eddie, please don’t cry” You reach your hands up to cup his face.

“No, sweetheart. These are good tears. Thank you for thinking of me.” He grabs your wrists to lower your hands and he kisses you on the cheek. “I’m gonna go change out of these dirty coveralls and then we can get this party started” The boy’s lopsided smile returned before he pushed away from you and trotted down the small hallway to his room. You made your way back into the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a dumbstruck smile on your face and butterflies threatening to erupt in your stomach. Your cheek burned where Eddie had kissed you and you raised your hand to trace over the spot. You wanted this feeling to last forever. You are pulled out of your trance when Eddie meets you in the kitchen, his hands trapping you against the counter. You smile up at the boy and your heart takes a tumble. Eddie had put his hair back in a low bun and you thought you were going to pass out from how good he looked, how close he was. His lips look so plump and his cheeks a perfect blush to give his alabaster skin some color. Your best friend was perfect. You smile back up at him.

“Well, since you set all of this up, the least I can do is make us some hot chocolate.” The boy quips. When you nod and smile in agreement, he grabs your hips and sits you up on the counter. You watch him in content while he putters around his kitchen. He passes you your favorite tomato soup mug full of steaming hot chocolate. He sips at his mug, eyes never leaving yours. You could feel tension growing so thick it could be cut with a knife - but what kind of tension? You were unsure.

You spent the next two hours throwing pumpkin seeds at each other across the kitchen while Eddie’s new Black Sabbath cassette played in the background. Two faces full of shy adoration and a room full of giggles. You finally turned your pumpkin towards Eddie to show him your final design - a simple outline of a black cat and a bat stares back at Eddie. Eddie reveals his own pumpkin to show two skeletons holding hands.

“Well that doesn’t look like a scary pumpkin at all” you tease. Eddie throws a handful of skittles at you. Both of you Erupt into a fit of giggles as you both grab handfuls of snacks that you can find and toss them at each other. Eddie lunges at you in an attempt to halt the food war. His hands wrap tightly around your waist and your laughter gets caught in your throat. Your smile falls as the tension finally feels like it is going to snap. You can see Eddie studying your eyes for any sort of discomfort. Although he finds some hesitation, he knows you feel safe - that you want him to be there with you. It’s the most devotion he has honestly felt in almost a year. Chrissy never looked at him the way you do; but if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t look at Chrissy the way he looks at you either. His eyes flicker to your lips as he licks his.

“Eddie,” you whisper. You feel as if all of the air around you has become thick, unable to breathe it in. The curly haired boy inches his face closer to yours, foreheads resting on each other. His breath fans lightly at your face and you can tell Eddie is feeling the same way as you. You nudge your nose against his as a silent plea for him to come closer. He obliges and presses his lips softly to yours.

You felt electricity jolt down your spine, goosebumps riddled your body. This is what you have wanted for longer than you would like to admit. Eddie’s hands migrate up your back to cradle your face. His long fingers find purchase in your hair while his thumbs rub circles onto your cheeks. You pull yourself away to look at the boy.

“Eddie… please don’t do this because you miss her…” you whimpered. You couldn’t handle this being a one and done situation. You had gotten a taste of what it would be like to have Eddie as yours and you would rather die than give that up now.

“Sweetheart… I… I have been so stupid. I should have broken up with Chrissy long before she broke up with me…” Your eyes search Eddie’s and all you can feel is warmth. He’s telling the truth.

“Eddie, why??”

“Because I’m in love with you… and I have been for a while” Eddie lets out a chuckle while tears threaten to spill over his lashes again. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest and you couldn’t help the ear splitting grin growing on your face. “I thought that being with Chrissy was supposed to be… right. But it way you all along. I tried to forget my feelings for you because I fooled myself into thinking that I was in love with her… But these past few months…” Eddie trailed as he studies every detail of your face; waiting for you to tell him to fuck off, or to push him away, but you keep him pleasantly waiting.

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, Eddie. I just tried to push it down, I wanted you to be happy”

You barely have time to finish your sentence and Eddie’s lips are back on yours. His move in sync with yours like you were made for each other. You lift your chin up to grant Eddie access to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and you let out a content moan as his tongue enters your mouth. He pushes you backwards so you are again trapped between his body and the counter, pushing you up to resume your previous position. Eddie moves his kisses to the side of your mouth, then trails them down your jawbone to the pulsepoint behind your ear. He can feel your breath hitch when he sucks down to form a beautiful indigo bruise on your neck. He can’t help but smile against your body. He wants to devour you whole, leave you nothing but a gasping mess underneath him. His hands run up your sides, desperate to feel more of you. You break the kiss to help Eddie discard your shirt. His hands were magnetic - they now needed to be a permanent fixture on your body. His eyes fixed on your skin with such adoration your head spun. your own hands track up his torso to his neck to pull him back into you. As your lips reconnect, Eddie’s hands move south to the tops of your thighs. His hands find purchase at the apex of your hips and he feels you shudder against his mouth. The anticipation of feeling him where you want him the most was killing you. But Eddie pulls away from you suddenly, his eyes lower and he grabs for your shirt that had been discarded on the floor haphazardly.

Your brows furrow in confusion while you search his face for hesitation. Your heart begins to beat wildly… Was this just a joke? A heat of the moment type deal? You could feel beads of salty tears dot your waterline.

“Eddie… Did I do something wrong?” Eddie looked at you with golden eyes full of passion. He wriggles your T-shirt over your head and holds your cheek in his hand.

“No, but I did something wrong. I don’t want this to feel like just a stupid hook up. I want to do this right because you deserve it. I love you, doll, and I want you to be my girl. I want to take you on dates and buy you flowers. I want to make you laugh and dress up nice for you because you deserve it.” You can feel your smile growing wickedly across your face.

“Okay, Eddie. I like the sound of that” you giggle.

“So what do you say? Wanna be my girl and make this official so we can take this to the bedroom?”

“Eddie… I thought you’d never ask.”

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inknopewetrust · 2 years ago

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You have the headcanon that Eddie makes it with Corroded Coffin right. Hear me out, reader learning how to play one of their songs to surprise Eddie for like his birthday or anniversary and he like goes wild. Like seeing his girl play his song maybe on his guitar man would lose his mind possibly.

Little Shredder

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader [WC: 2k] Warnings: Language, suggestive material. Quick Links: Masterlist Thank you, anon, for this. I had to take this and run with it—even if it’s just a little blurby fic.

Thirty-one.

The crackle of the fire in the distance, the laughter of his friends… Eddie wouldn’t change the life he had grown into for all the money in the world. They had all traveled here; to this house that he’d never thought he’d have in a city he never thought he’d see. An out-of-tune ‘happy birthday’ had warmed his heart to mush more than he would care to admit.

Maybe being over the hill wasn’t as bad as everyone said it would be.

“Okay, okay!” Steve put his hands up, nearly too drunk to even form sentences, “you need to open your presents! We can’t leave until you do.” He got up from his lawn chair, ruffling Dustin’s curls as he passed the young man sitting in the grass beside the deck to grab a poorly wrapped box that was sitting on a table beside the patio door.

Nancy murmured quietly to Robin who then swiped the beer sitting against Steve’s chair’s leg, only to draw a chuckle out of you when the quirky girl chugged the rest of it. The sound of your voice made Eddie wrap his arm around you tighter, breathing in a content sigh when your fingers brushed through his hair before resting on his shoulder.

“Here,” Steve held it out with one hand and Eddie took it with his free one, resting it on your legs that covered his as you sat on his left one.

“What is it?”

“You can’t ask those questions!” Mike piped up like it had offended him. “That’s not the point of presents!”

“Well,” Eddie said as he tried to pull open the paper with one hand but the tape proved to be difficult to break, “if you know Harrington, then you know he is the king of giving terrible gifts.”

“Is it too late to ask for it back?” Steve snipped, watching when Eddie’s fingers finally broke the tape and absolutely mauled the top of the box.

“No,” Eddie quirked a brow at him, “it’s not your birthday, is it?”

As it turned out, Steve had actually put some time and care into the gift. Harrington knew that the house needed a few more fittings and stuffed what he liked into the box so tight nothing fit the same when Eddie took each item out. Steve claimed that “the house looked like no one lived in it,” but he happened to forget that the two of you had just moved in two weeks before Eddie’s birthday. The sentiment was still there, however.

The first gift set off a slew of others trying to one-up the previous one with their own. Dustin was particular proud of his, Robin sheepishly said she picked one out too late, and Max and Lucas managed to swindle Eddie’s manager into fast tracking the official golden Grammy statue he had been waiting months for. Halfway through, the area surrounding the chair you both stuffed yourselves into was un-walkable. You shimmed out of his grasp and picked up Steve’s box first.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” Eddie asked as Mike handed him a striped green bag.

Eddie took no shame in opening gifts. He loved being the center of attention and that’s why people flocked to the band in the first place. ‘Their long haired guitarist’ was quickly becoming the face of the resurgence of metal.

“I’m just going to go put these away and I’ll be right back,” you told him, adding the Grammy box to your collection, “besides, I’m sure I’ll see everything I missed scattered around the kitchen later.”

From across the circle of people, Gareth grunted as he stood. “I’ll help,” he offered and you nodded, holding out Steve’s messy box for him to take.

“Oh, come on! Everyone’s gonna leave then!” Eddie complained, hand shooting out to catch your left one.

“I promise it won’t take more than a minute, alright?” You said, his thumb moving against the ring that sat on your finger. “Just open your gifts, Eddie. I’ll be right back.”

Gareth slid open the patio door, waiting for you there and it was the first instance that entire evening that Eddie felt something was going on without his knowledge. As he let you go, he didn’t miss the way everyone kept stealing glances at one another instead of acting as they had before. It was suspicious and made him uncomfortable even if he was more than confident in himself.

“What?” He asked as he plucked the paper from the bag. “You all look like you’ve killed the goddamn President.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve sat back in his chair and folded his arms behind his head.

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie drawled, narrowing his eyes at Steve as Dustin giggled like a little girl and Jeff kicked his leg. “I know a liar when I see one. Like that one time that you said that Na—“

“No! No, no, nope!” Steve shot back up as everyone flicked their eyes toward him. “You said you’d never say anything about that!”

“But you lied about it! I know you did because she told me—“ Eddie pointed to the patio door you had disappeared through, “that you told her a completely different story and Nance backed that one up when they went out for drinks last year. Liar, Steve! You are a liar!”

“Well that doesn’t mean I’m lying now! Everything’s fine, we’re fine!”

“I’ll believe that when I see pigs fly,” Eddie plucked more paper out of the bag, not even realizing the way Robin hopped up from her seat and tip-toed over to the outlet that sat underneath a window on the house. The crinkling of the tissue paper covered up her footsteps when she left the spot she had taken beside Nancy.

In the house, beyond the windows and doors, Gareth was standing in the doorway to the master bedroom in initial awe that it was clean and second, in excitement when he saw you grab the guitar off its stand in the corner. A coveted spot for the B.C. Rich Warlock of Eddie’s childhood.

“What if I mess it up?”

Gareth rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he watched you carefully gripped the neck of the guitar. “You’re not going to mess up. How many sessions did you have with Jeff? Like three month's worth and you only practiced one song.”

He pushed off the wall, entering the bedroom and fearing in passing that he was leaving giant muddy footprints on the carpet. Gareth helped you put the guitar over your shoulders and adjust the strap. To him, you looked hilarious. For as long as he had known you, never had you had an interest in learning an instrument—let alone one that Eddie played. You admired from a far with the others as the closest band of groupies they’ve ever had. Now that same group of friends were waiting in the backyard with knowing grins that you were giving Eddie a great birthday present.

“And if I know anything about Eddie,” Gareth put a hand on your shoulder, “the moment he sees his girl with his guitar, he won’t be thinking of what chords you’re playing.”

“Jeff said the same thing,” you sighed, eyes hopeful that maybe they were right and your nervousness was misplaced, “I think you all are on the same wavelength.”

“That’s what happens when you’ve been in a band for so long.”

“If I suck, we are never speaking of this again,” you said seriously, watching as his face fell and he nodded in agreement. Gareth’s little curls flopping the same time his head bounced rapidly. “I’ll never live it down from him and I really don’t need to be reminded about it from all of you.”

“Hey,” Gareth pulled back from your shoulder and moved backwards, shooting finger guns in your direction, “you’re the one who married him. I could have told you that in 1986. That man remembers everything, forever.”

“Fuck!” You exclaimed as the jitters ran through you like blood, “Why did I agree to this? It was a stupid idea and I blame Nance.”

“Well, you did. And it’s too late now,” Gareth motioned to the bedroom door grandly, “so before Eddie comes in and kicks my ass for even being in here, let’s go.”

With a deep breath, you gave him your own nod and left the room with Eddie’s guitar—speckled with red and lines of black veins; a world saver, a hero in its own right—strapped around your shoulders.

If Eddie Munson had to admit to every fantasy he’s ever had, there would be only one at the top of his list.

There was a level of disbelief in his brain when you walked out of the house you shared with his guitar. Like a short-circuit in a wire or a jam in a copy machine, Eddie was speechless. The small smile that played on your lips as Gareth helped you but all you could do was look at the way Eddie’s eyes watched every movement amazed him.

Little hints had been presenting themselves over the past three months and he had ignored them completely because being in your presence, even after all this time, left him in a heap of gibberish slush every time. The way your fingertips were taught, extra hours you were spending ‘at work’ that he never questioned.

It was all for him.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled, leaning forward on his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. Dustin came around to him and resting his hands on top of Eddie’s head and perching his on top of it. They looked like a totem pole but Eddie didn’t have the will to shuck him off.

Gareth cleared his throat and put on his best ‘announcer’ voice. “In celebration of Eddie Munson’s thirty-first birthday, Corroded Coffin and the Heroes of Hawkins present: Mrs. Munson on the Electric Guitar.”

And then, you fucking blew him out his fucking seat.

You played the song that Corroded Coffin won the Grammy for earlier that year—one he had written in bed while you slept like a baby next to him. In three months, you managed to play the song as well as a beginner with constant practice could. He smiled when he saw the concentration on your face, when the laughter emitted out of you as Robin got up and started dancing with El and Max. Dustin was tapping to the beat on his head and everything was perfect.

You strummed those final notes like your life depended on it. There was so much joy surrounding him that his face hurt from grinning so hard. As the others clapped and you took a well-deserving bow, Eddie brushed Dustin’s hands off his head and made a bee-line for you. Before you could get a word out, he gripped your face with both hands and planted his lips firmly on yours—the guitar between you preventing the space to fully be closed.

“Jesus,” Steve complained as the others laughed, elated themselves at the moment before them because it was nothing but pure love and adoration; the effort you put into a priceless gift and the response from the one receiving it. Eddie could feel you fighting a smile yet he didn’t stop kissing you and you didn’t stop kissing him. “There are children here!”

“We’re not kids!” Lucas said, hitting Steve on the back of the head.

Eddie pulled back just enough to see your face, eyes so proud of you.

“Happy birthday,” you told him quietly, “I didn’t know if you’d li—“

“I fucking loved it, baby,” he laughed, still smiling in amazement, “most metal girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Good,” you nodded your head once in relief, “I didn’t mess it up too much, did I?”

“I think I missed some of the song,” he felt like he dreamt the whole thing, “I was thinking of a million different things.”

“That’s what Gareth and Jeff said you’d do.”

Eddie hurriedly worked to lift the guitar from your body, holding it in one hand once it was free from your neck. “Yeah, well,” he let his other hand fall to your waist and gave it firm a squeeze, “I think we should end this birthday on a high note then, huh?”

The way you bit your bottom lip made his knees weak. “I have one more present up my sleeve.”

“Oh, fuck me,” He breathed out, turning his head over his shoulder to the rest of the group as he worked to push you closer to the patio door. “Party’s over! If you’re drunk, take the guest rooms but I swear to God,” Eddie stopped moving, trapping you between the glass door and his hand as he turned his entire body, “if anyone so much as knocks on the door when I’m fucking my wife, I will kill you.”

“Christ,” Steve covered his eyes with his arm like a little boy, “I really didn’t need to know that.”

“Why, Steve?” Robin crooned as she went to unplug the amp when the patio door closed and the two of you were out of sight. “Don’t like love?”

“No,” Steve frowned dramatically, “I just don’t want to think about what’s on the other side of the guest room wall when I’m trying to fall asleep.”

“You won’t have to imagine it,” She slapped his cheek gently, “I’m sure you’ll hear them just fine.”

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