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acowardinmordor · 8 months

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You Left Me, You Miss Me - Five

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

Continuing immediately from part Four. And I hear your screaming, and enjoy it, but I am pretty sure that I'm not going the direction you expect me to.

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“Huh?”

“I asked them to,” Eddie repeated, quieter.

It didn’t make more sense the second time. His kids were stubborn. They were obnoxious, and someone asking them to do, or not do something had never once changed anything. Steve spent the last few years asking them not to leave crumbs in his car, and to call before coming over, and to please, just once, let him choose the movie on a movie night. Plus the part where everyone asked them not to put themselves in danger when monsters crawled out of the ground.

Threats didn’t work on them, law enforcement didn’t work on them, like hell was something as delicate as asking going to do a damn thing.

“Yeah, no, I heard you, but I don’t get it. So you, what? You sat them down and asked them to ice me out? And they said ‘sure why not!’ Man, even if you asked them to, they’re still the ones that did it. Shit, you’ve never liked me. There’s no way that you didn’t tell the boys to stop hanging out with me last year during your game meetings before everything happened.” Eddie shrank further into the seat, so Steve added, “So, it’s not your fault, but I guess I forgive you if that makes you feel better.”

Eddie gnawed on the inside of his cheek, wincing at what felt like every other word.

“Shit, Steve, it’s -- Shit,” he cursed as he sloshed some of his coffee over the brim. His eyes were clenched shut, and he was curled in on himself. “I didn’t sit them down and tell them to stop talking to you. That -- no way that would work. You’re right. They wouldn’t just -- Like I said, they’re crazy about you. It’s more, it’s all of the, I told them about how ever since -- shit. Look, it doesn’t matter why or how I did it, just trust me, I’m the reason. It’s my fault, and I fucked up, and I didn’t mean it to make -- but you left, and it’s killing them, and so you gotta forgive them, at least talk to them, cause its not their fault.”

“Yeah,” Steve stalled, “still don’t get why you think this is on you, dude.”

“At the beginning it -- shit, no. Doesn’t matter. Jesus Christ, Munson, don’t make this about that. Okay. I asked them not to invite you if I was around, cause I wasn’t -- I didn’t want to see you, and then I made sure they were always around me because -- because I wanted them to. And then I, you know, kept poking at them about it when they’d bring it up, reminding them that you don’t like D&D and that you wouldn’t want to watch the new Star Trek movie, and when they said anything I just kept telling them that -- Shit, just believe me. I’m the one that made them do this, it’s my fault, it’s not them.”

Okay, so Eddie was pushier since Spring Break than he was before it. Or the kids listened to him more. Or they were trying to take care of him. So Eddie was the prompt for them cutting him out of everything. Fine.

Still didn’t make it the guy’s fault.

Steve got close with Robin after she found out about the Upside Down. But he didn’t get close to Jonathan. Dustin became, for a while at least, his brother. Steve would die for Mike, but they didn’t hang out if it wasn’t a group thing. All of them were tied together, and any one of them could make a call, and everyone would come to help, but that didn’t make them all automatically into friends.

God, Eddie looked like he was on the edge of a breakdown in a booth in a diner.

“Look, it’s,” Steve spun his coffee cup, “you’re real close with the guys in your club right? The ones in your band?”

Eddie went tense, then nodded awkwardly.

“You’re close because of that stuff, though. Not just cause you had some classes together or were next to each other on a bus. You got pushed together for some random reason, but that happened with a lot of people. But you had shared interests, right? You like that game, and you got bullied at school and you like the same loud screaming music. So you got to know each other, and you had a bunch in common, and so you guys are friends. You’re close, so even though you graduated, and you don’t have class and lunch together anymore, you’re still friends.

“Christ, Steve, no,” he protested.

Steve ignored that and kept going.

“I never had that with the kids, or any of them. Shit. Never had that with Nance either, but I didn’t know it back then.” His inner Robin glared, and he stayed on topic. “It wasn’t as simple as sharing some classes, there were monsters and all that, but that’s what kept me and them around each other. No more monsters now, so.”

His stomach twisted, like it always did if he got too close to thinking about this.

He only barely managed to talk about this with Robin, because when it was Robin he was honest, and when he was honest, really honest, he ended the night quiet and hurting and picking apart the past year trying to find what he could have done differently. Shoving all of that back into the dark of his mind, he conjured up a casual shrug and a smile.

“I get that they’re probably freaking out right now, but they’ll get over it. Give it another month or two and it’ll be fine. Start one of your campaign -- your big story things and distract them if they’re bugging you about it.”

He wiped up the coffee Eddie spilled on instinct, and shoved the napkin in his now empty cup.

Time to get home and get a nap before he went to the stockroom that night. He wouldn’t see Robin until he picked her up for work, but they were scheduled alone, so he could talk all of this through then. Trying to pretend this day didn’t happen would last all of eight seconds of contact with his best friend. Maybe she could make sense of how he was feeling.

“Wait, stop, you can’t leave yet.”

“Munson, I’ve been here since before dawn, I wanna leave.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, but you have to talk to them. They miss you.”

“They didn’t six weeks ago, did they? Or for the holidays? Or for the months before that, huh?” Steve finally snapped, then took a breath. “Sorry. Answer’s still no.”

He bussed their cups and the creamer to the pass through and grabbed his coat and gloves. Steam rose off Hopper’s truck where he had the engine running to keep warm. They exchanged a single nod before Steve turned towards the road to walk home.

“Steve!”

It wasn’t a shock to hear, but Steve had hoped that Eddie wouldn’t follow.

“Okay, I get that you’re not going to just forgive them, and that you don’t want to talk to them, but--”

“No. I don’t. And I know you think this is your fault, and I’m telling you it’s not, and I told you, I’m not mad at you about this. We weren’t friends. I’m not mad at you for not wanting me around or whatever. That’s fine. And? They’ll get over it, and everyone can just move on with their lives with the people they actually like.”

Steve’s stupid voice betrayed him, cracking, and he cut off the rest of what he might have said. Anger was the fastest way to shut down weakness, and it was easy for him to sink into it.

Eddie had his hands in his hair, clutching at it near his temples, looking borderline hysterical.

“Would you at least listen if they talked?”

“They don’t have my phone number, and if you tell them where I live, I’ll send Mrs Buckley after you. And Hopper.”

“You could call them.”

“No.”

It wasn’t about who placed the call. If he heard them, if they said a fraction of what he wanted to hear, he’d cave, immediately and entirely, and then both the real life Robin, and the mini Robin in his brain would give him hell.

“Steve come on, something, anything. Letters? If they write letters?”

“I’m not giving them my address, and Hopper already asked about mailing stuff through him instead. No.”

It was cold and he was tired. Just about the only person in the party that he didn’t care had abandoned him was trying to pull Steve back into the vat of slow simmering pain he was still climbing out of.

“Look, Eddie --”

“I’ll drive them. The letters. You don’t even have to answer, or read them. Let me tell them that I can bring you letters, and I’ll drive them up here. If you do want to answer I’ll wait and then drive whatever it is back. As many times as you want.”

“Come on, man.”

“I won’t even -- I don’t have to know where you live, or your number, anything. I can come here. To the diner. Won’t even come inside, just drop them off and wait. You won’t have to talk to me, or see me. Just, come on. Even if you never forgive them, or answer them, let them have this. Even if you don’t read what they say, let them think they got to apologize.”

The wind shifted, and Steve tucked his chin into his coat to wait it out.

Eddie was shivering two steps away, gloveless hands shoved under his arms, hair tangling into more of a mess than usual.

“That’s a stupid idea, Munson,” he said when the gust stopped, “If they know that you know where I am, and you don’t tell them, they’re going to hate you. They’d drive you insane trying to get you to tell them, and they’d be horrible the whole time. They already ditched me for you, so, don’t make them hate you too.”

“They already hate me.” The response was immediate and defeated.

“Dude, they don’t.”

“They do. They figured it out a few weeks ago. That I was the reason. Just cause you don’t get it doesn’t mean they don’t. This is my fault. They already hate me. They won’t even talk to me long enough to yell. They act like I don’t exist.”

“Christ, Munson, is that why you’re up here, freezing your ass off in a parking lot and bitching at me? So you can get them to like you by getting me to talk to them?”

Eddie flinched. Didn’t say anything for a minute as he shivered with wide eyes. Then, without any of the dramatics the guy was known for, “Please, Steve. Even if you throw them out right after. Let them write to you, and let me tell them the truth when I say you got them. I think they can survive if they don’t hear back. They’ll blame me, but that’s fine, they should. The silence is what’s killing them. They need to say how -- they need to believe that you heard how sorry they are.”

It was so fucking cold it was making Steve’s eyes water. That was the only reason for it. The cold front that came in overnight.

“I’m not gonna promise to read them,” he caved.

The tension collapsed out of Eddie, and he slumped forward, hiding his face in his hands.

“I work here in the mornings Monday through Wednesday every week. You should drop them off then. M’not saying I’ll read them, or write anything back, but if they want to write, fine.”

Eddie nodded over and over, hiding behind his hands, and whisper-mumbling something that Steve couldn’t catch. He was shaking again. The kind of full body wracking that meant the cold was sinking deep.

“Christ, go get in Hop’s truck before your fingers freeze off or something.”

Without waiting for a response, or checking that he listened, Steve turned and kept walking. Another gust of wind tore through him, loud enough that he wouldn’t have heard another call of his name. It was a good thing that John messed up the big combo that morning, and Steve had eaten it during the lull after breakfast. He wasn’t going to manage anything else until tomorrow at the earliest.

That was assuming Robin didn’t kill him on the spot for his stupid, stupid decision.

Ten steps down the road, and he already regretted it. Even if he didn’t read anything, even if they never sent anything, the choice would sit like a rock in his gut; a new ache, a new bruise, and Steve was dumb enough that he’d keep poking at it.

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I'm sad that this is two chapters without Robin. That's some kind of a crime. Can guarantee that Robin has Strong Opinions about this when she talks to Steve that night.

I don't do tag lists or regular updates, and I have no shame about that.

>>>>>Part Six

#You Left Me - You Miss Me #steddie eventually #steddie ficlet #but hey look they talked!#my writing

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dragonmama76 · 8 months

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Beginnings

Part One Interlude Part Two Part Three

As Eddie held the broken bottle against Steve’s neck, Steve was preternaturally calm. If asked, he would explain that he had been expecting this for years. Today was the day that Eddie Munson was finally going to kill him. He had fought monsters human and decidedly not human, but he always knew deep down that Eddie Munson would be the one to finally end it all.

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Eddie Munson was a late bloomer and spent his freshman year scrawny and shy. It didn’t help that he was into all kinds of nerd stuff and got bullied relentlessly. He fancied himself a keen observer of people, though, and over the summer he plotted out a multi step plan to survive high school like it was one of the Dungeons & Dragons campaigns he loved to create.

First, he spent the summer getting stronger. He didn’t work out exactly, but he was able to get a summer job as a house painter and by the end he was hauling paint cans up and down ladders like it was nothing. It also didn’t hurt that puberty finally kicked in and he grew almost a foot.

Next, he used his newfound cash to update his wardrobe. Instead of trying to compete with the preppy jocks who tormented him, he went the other way. He scoured the thrift shops for as much black as he could find and rounded it out with t-shirts from his favorite metal bands. Black work boots, chains, and a pocket knife became his standard accessories and when Wayne took him to Indy before the start of school he scored a black leather jacket at a nicer second hand store. Freshman orientation was coming and it would be time to put the final parts of his plan into motion.

The day the freshman came to tour the high school and get their schedules, Eddie was ready. He leaned against a tree watching the new kids coming and going. There were a few he clocked as fellow outcasts and nerds and took note. He would approach them carefully when school started for real. But at that moment he was waiting for something special. And then it happened. A group of three teens made their way to the gym doors, two boys and a girl, dressed like money grew on trees. One of the boys was taller, more confident, with impeccably styled hair, and best of all, he carried a basketball like he knew what to do with it. Target acquired.

Steve Harrington’s stomach was all tied up in knots. He was nervous to be finally starting high school. Tommy H. and Carol were chattering away but he couldn’t even hear them over the sound of his racing thoughts. His dad had made it clear what he expected from Steve’s high school career and what the consequences would be if he didn’t follow through. He doesn’t know what the hell he is doing, but at least maybe if followed his dad’s plan he would finally be proud of him. So he kept his head held high and imagined himself to be that guy. Fake it ‘til you make it, right? As he reached the gym door he felt eyes on him and glanced over to see the prettiest guy he had ever seen watching him. As their eyes met, the boy scowled at him. Steve winced and stumbled through the door. What could he possibly have done to piss that guy off already? “Not a good start, Steve,” he thought as the trio entered the school.

Steve’s first few weeks of high school would have been pretty great if it wasn’t for his personal bully. He landed a spot on the varsity basketball team, his teachers were nice enough to explain things twice if he had a question, and even though Tommy H. and Carol were officially dating now, they still included him in almost everything they did. But when he was walking by himself in the halls, that older kid was always there either glaring or smirking at him. He actually outright tripped him twice, once into a row of lockers. Steve apologized at first, thinking maybe he had been at fault for bumping into him or something, but the guy had laughed at him and made some comment about dumb jocks better watch out. Steve didn’t want to push back. No matter what personal philosophy his dad ascribed to, Steve didn’t think violence was the answer. He quickly figured out that the guy only seemed to target him when he was alone, though, so Steve started asking some of the girls in his classes if he could walk them to their next class. They seemed to like that, and Steve was getting tired of being a third wheel all the time, so he asked a few out on double dates with his friends. At least his dad would be happy, Steve was already getting a reputation as a ladies man.

Eddie was having the best year ever. Training this jock to be afraid of him, instead of the other way around, was a treat. Eddie wasn’t a bad kid. If anyone had called him out on bullying he would have been shocked. This was a preemptive strike. This was the ultimate battle of nerd versus jock. This was war. And Eddie was winning. You didn’t have to be a genius to see that this Steve kid was asking for it. His attitude, his clothes, his HAIR, and his, not at all surprising to Eddie, wild success with the female population of Hawkins High all confirmed that he needed to be taken down a peg. And in the meantime, Eddie had gathered a crew of freshman nerds to spend time with and mold in his image. He only needed one more element to complete his campaign against the jocks of Hawkins: A public confrontation.

Steve was starting to become complacent. His plan to never be alone was working and while the scary kid following him around continued to make his presence known, at least he wasn’t pushing him anymore. So he thought. Except one afternoon in the cafeteria Steve’s luck ran out. He had been balancing his tray on one hand while escorting his most recent conquest with the other when something slammed into him upending the tray of spaghetti. Tears filled his eyes as the noise around him dimmed. Why was this happening to him? He tried to be nice to everyone. He didn’t start fights or talk shit about people, even when Carol was at her bitchiest. Why couldn’t he just fly under the radar? As he looked up to see all eyes on him, the only noise that registered was the loud cackle from the boy next to him. “I thought you jocks had better balance than that,” sneered his bully. All the blood in his body seemed to rush to his head and he tried to stay calm, but when he glanced over and saw Lila covered in sauce something snapped.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Steve shouted.

“Me?” challenged the boy, “Not my fault you’re as clumsy as all get out.”

Steve didn’t like to fight, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t. He pushed the taller boy and advanced on him fists clenched tight. When he got close, a low voice rumbled, “I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” as the kid opened his jacket to reveal a knife clenched in his other hand. Steve’s eyes were wide as he backed away. “You’re a fucking freak, you know that? Leave me alone! And leave my friends alone!” Steve was just posturing at this point, but he kept a healthy distance between them since he sure as hell wasn’t getting in a knife fight, even if they were surrounded by spectators.

“I AM a freak, and don’t any of you forget it!” the boy shouted, “And you’d better be afraid if you know what’s good for you.”

Just then the doors opened and the vice principal walked in.

“Problems?” he demanded sternly.

“No, sir,” Steve backed down completely. “No problems here.”

“What about you, Munson?” a steely glare was directed at his adversary.

“No problemo. I was just apologizing to King Steve here for bumping into him.” The boys separated and Steve escorted Lila to their table, offering to grab extra napkins and helping to calm her down.

“Nice going, King Steve,” Tommy H. cackled as they sat down. “Have you ever, just once, won a fight?”

“Shut it, Tommy.” Steve replied, “You didn’t see it. That freak actually had a knife. Stay away from him, he’s crazy and I dunno why but he hates me.” No one commented when his voice broke at those last words. “I think you were very brave,” whispered Lila and Steve suddenly felt a little better.

While Steve had beat a hasty retreat, Eddie sauntered over to his usual lunch table with his freshman friends and held his head high. He could feel the guarded looks and shot a feral grin to a group of kids who dared make eye contact. It was the best day of Eddie’s life so far. He had sealed his reputation as a dangerous freak and he intended to own it every day for the rest of high school. It would keep his little nerds and outcasts safe, even if he had to keep up the act for the next few years.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #part one?#let me know if I should keep going for part two

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neonghostlights · 10 months

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I am SO happy that you’re taking requests! Your work is fantastic, I adore seeing you pop up on my feed 🥰

Could I request a little angsty piece with Rockstar Eddie? He’s gone a little off the rails, enjoying everything that comes with being young, hot and famous and you ended up breaking things off with him as his behaviour got more and more inexcusable.

Six Months after you break up, he shows up at your door in the rain, crying, full of regret. He begs ‘take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me, so we can start over again’ (yes that’s from a blur song 🤣)

I’m happy for you to run with this and let your creative juices flow! Thank you Angel 😇

Aw thank you so much❤️! I really hope you like this one! Rockstar!Eddie Munson x ex!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Break up, Crying, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort, 18+ only

Wordcount: 2.1k

Memories

The cardboard box of memories sat in the middle of your kitchen island. It had been there for a few hours, ever since you got brave enough to pull it out the back of your closet.

You knew you needed to get rid of it, it wasn’t healthy to hold onto. But you found yourself doing this once a month, when you heard a song on the radio that was too familiar or someone was brave enough to mention his name when you were within hearing distance. You would always shove it back in the closet when you were done, promising yourself you would never do this again.

The rain and wind hit the windows so hard you thought they might crack. You could blame the weather on your mood, and not the fact that today was the six month anniversary of the break up. You had just gotten to the point you could call it the break up mentally and out loud. There was a time where you could only bear to refer to it as the separation or the incident. You liked to think you were making some progress.

That was until tonight, of course.

You pulled the box off the counter, making your way to your living room. You set it on the wooden coffee table with a thud. The creases of the box were fraying from carrying over its weight limit. One day you’d have to throw it all out. But not today.

You reached in and grabbed the tape you knew would be right on top like it always was. You popped it in the radio, letting the sound of Never Tear Us Apart play. He never liked this song but you did. You played it enough that he started to sing along to it too, and then that turned into dancing to it in the living room together.

It unofficially became your song. And now it was the soundtrack of your heartbreak.

You sat on the couch gently, afraid that if you moved too quickly it would break the trance and you wouldn’t be able to savor these little moments you allowed yourself to have.

The first thing you grabbed was an old t-shirt of his that you never gave back on purpose. You were wearing it the night it all went to shit. If you inhaled deep enough you could still catch a whiff of the perfume you were wearing and the stale smell of cigarette smoke.

He hadn’t shown up to dinner that night. You had both moved out to Chicago together in hopes he would gain some traction with his music there better than Hawkins. It worked. He got what he wanted.

The day it ended was your 4 year anniversary. You had made plans together for when you got off work and he made it out of the studio. You waited at the restaurant for over an hour and he just never showed.

Eddie had started partying a lot. His band had taken off and they were picking up fame. With the attention of all his new friends he had seemed to have forgotten about you though. You left the diner, embarrassed that the sweet waitress was pitying you.

Your small one bedroom apartment felt suffocating by the amount of people inside of it when you got home.

You slammed the door behind you when you entered but no one paid you any attention. The music was so loud you couldn’t hear your own thoughts as you maneuvered and pushed by sweaty bodies.

“Baby!” You heard him call as you passed by the couch he was sat on with people surrounding him. He always had people surrounding him. You were never alone anymore.

You ignored him, making your way to your bedroom. You opened the door to two people tangled on your bed.

“Get out!” You yelled, watching as they picked up stray clothes and scrambled out of the room.

“Baby. What’s wrong?” Eddie cooed when he caught up to you. He was swaying, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath.

“Everything’s ruined, Eddie,” you bit out, grabbing the duffel bag from your closet.

He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand across the wrinkled blanket.

“It’s not ruined, babe. We can wash it,” he informed you with a smile, slurring his words.

You rolled your eyes and started grabbing handfuls of clothes and emptying out your drawers, throwing anything you could get your hands on into the bag.

“Wait a second,” Eddie said, pushing himself up from the bed sloppily. “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving,” you snapped, zipping up the bag.

“But why?” He asked, genuine confusion in his voice. You wanted to pull your hair out. He just didn’t get it even when it was right in front of him.

“Why do you think, Eddie? I waited for you for over an hour and you never showed! This shit,” you waved your hands in the air, “is all you care about now. You used to hate parties and all of this bullshit but look at you now.”

Eddie’s face softened, some coherency coming back as he realized what he had done. He reached for you but you moved away. You watched as the panic came across his features.

“I can fix this. I can make everyone leave,” he said, making his way to the bedroom door.

“Don’t bother. I’ll make it easy for you and I’ll go,” you muttered, pushing past him and into the hallway.

“Wait!” He yelled, scrambling after you as fast as he could with the alcohol still burning in his veins. “Where are you going?”

“Does it matter? We’re done,” you called over your shoulder, using your bag to push through the people.

Something shattered and broke in the kitchen. You didn’t bother to stop, it wasn’t your problem anymore.

“So you’re going to give up on us? Just like that?” He questioned, anger lacing his voice.

You whipped around to face him, not caring that you had an audience.

“Just like that? I have been begging you to give me an ounce of attention for months, Eddie, and you’d rather give all of your time to strangers. Don’t put this on me,” you snapped, turning back around and running through the front door before he could say anything else.

“What a buzzkill!” Someone taunted you before you could close the door all the way. The sound of a scuffle broke out but you didn’t check to see if it was Eddie fighting. You needed to get out of there.

That was six months ago. You had moved back to Hawkins and rented a house. Eddie’s band got even more famous. You doubted he was even still in Chicago anymore. He was probably out in California or New York, enjoying even bigger parties and everything that came with them. You grew nauseous at the thought.

You couldn’t do this to yourself anymore. You tossed the shirt back in the box, covering the rest of the memories in there. You popped the tape out, cutting the music off, and threw it in there too. You couldn’t handle this tonight. It was all too much.

You placed your head in your hands. Did he ever miss you as much as you missed him? Doubtful, since he never once called or came looking for you after you left.

The sound of the doorbell had you lifting your head out of your hands. You waited a few moments, wondering if it was just all in your head. The sound of it ringing again had you getting up from your seat.

No one should be here tonight. The weather was so bad that you were sure the streets were flooded. Maybe Steve and Robin were stopping by to check on you since they knew what today was. They had promised to give you space but maybe they had changed their mind.

You threw the door open, ready to scold them for coming out all of this way. But it was Steve or Robin standing on your doorstep with dripping hair and eyes.

Eddie clutched a bouquet of flowers tightly in his hands. They were soaked, the white and red petals drooping from the weight of the water. Eddie looked like he had just gone swimming, his hair wet and his black band t-shirt drenched and pressed against his t-shirt.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, like he wanted to speak but couldn’t. He thrusted the bouquet forward and into your hands. You caught them, water streaming down your arms and soaking the sleeve of your sweater.

“What are you doing here?” You demanded, tempted to throw the flowers back at him.

“I miss you,” Eddie sniffled. It was obvious he had been crying tonight. His voice cracked on every syllable.

“Eddie, I-” You started.

“I’m sorry. I need to say this because I have a whole speech planned and then you can say whatever you want to me,” he explained, shaking slightly from the cold air and water.

You nodded silently, allowing him to speak.

“I’m so fucking sorry. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. You were- I mean are the most important thing in my life and I got so blinded by everything else that I didn’t take care of you and our relationship. I got so blinded by people wanting to be around me and thinking that I was cool that I lost touch of what really matters. I need you. I feel like I haven’t been able to breathe since you’ve been gone, baby. I wanted to marry you, you know? I was gonna propose to you once we signed that deal with the label. Now we’ve signed it and you weren’t there and I feel so damn lost.” His teeth were chattering as he spoke; his limbs shaking from the low temperature. Every time he blinked drops of tears and rain flicked from his long eyelashes.

“Why now? I’ve been here for six damn months and you never even called,” you bit out, eyes tearing from what he had confessed. It felt like a slap in the face to know your whole future had gone down the drain because of Eddie’s behavior.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me. Trust me, you don’t know how often I wanted to come here since Harrington mentioned you moved here. I wanted to get better for you first, though. You were so mad and I thought that you didn’t want me anymore. I, uh, I’ve been seeing someone. A therapist,” he explained, “I’ve been working on my shit. I don’t drink or party anymore. I just work with the band. That’s it.”

You chewed your lip, thinking over what he was saying.

“I don’t want to be like how I was anymore. I just want you. I want to make you my wife. I want to have a life with you. Please,” he begged.

“I can’t jump back into this relationship again. I can’t get hurt again and I’m definitely not going to just marry you after you show up on my doorstep claiming to have gotten your shit together,” you said finally.

Eddie’s face crumpled but he didn’t argue. He just nodded in understanding, looking down at his feet.

You sighed, your heart arguing with your head. How often had you wanted this exact scenario to happen? You couldn't just push him away now when he has been all you've needed for the past six months. If what he was saying about getting help was true, he deserved the chance to make things right.

“But I’ve missed you so much. I still love you so much that it hurts. I can’t just hand you my heart again and let you do whatever you want with it. Maybe we can start over though and see what happens?” You offered.

Eddie’s face lit up at the offer and he straightened up, sticking a hand out to you.

“Hi, I’m the new and improved Eddie Munson and I promise not to break your heart,” he said, taking your hand and lifting it to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss on the skin there.

You told him your name in a shy voice. Eddie didn’t let go of your hand after he kissed it, he just squeezed it tighter. There was a moment between you, where neither of you knew what to say.

“So, Mr. New and Improved Eddie Munson, would you like to come inside and dry off for a bit?” You asked.

Eddie smiled, nodding his head in agreement. You led him inside the warm safety of your house, shutting and locking the door behind you.

You and Eddie played your song again that night. And this time, you were able to listen to it all the way through.

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melodymunson · 3 months

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Steve Harrington x fem reader x Eddie Munson valentine's head canons

Headcanons for Steddie Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson x fem! reader Valentines throughout the years. Contains NSFW, smut, and as always 18+

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-You were best friends with Eddie and Steve in high school and throughout college. You graduated from Hawkins High in 1986 with Eddie and went to the college of your dreams on the other side of the country. Steve and Eddie stayed in Hawkins. Eddie worked at a guitar and music store and stayed in Corroded Coffin as well as recorded/toured with them. Steve, on the other hand, ended up going on to work as a manager at Family Video and then worked at a car dealership and made a really good commission.

-Besides fighting the Upside Down with Steve and Eddie and defeating the Demobats along with Vecna with the help of your friends Robin, Nancy, Max, Lucas, and Dustin, you remained an outcast even past graduation as did Eddie. The wreckage from the hurricane and the battle in upside down only brought you and your friends closer together.

-It was late spring of 1990 and you graduated college with honors and moved back to Hawkins to get a job. You missed your family and home but most importantly you were missing Eddie and Steve. You became Steve's roommate and got a temporary job working with Robin at a comic book/record store.

-As you got closer to Steve and Eddie, you spent your weekends playing Dungeons and Dragons with Eddie and the hellfire club but during the week you spent your time with Steve and Eddie cooking/baking, watching movies, playing records, and finally, that fall you got a better job. You ended up working for your dream job and by early 1991, with a big promotion you moved into an even bigger place with Steve and Eddie moved in with his best friends.

-You started as friends with benefits in late 1990 but it grew into so much more by the beginning of February '91 when Steve and Eddie asked you to be their girlfriend. Of course, you said yes and you all celebrated by having the best and biggest joints, mind-blowing sex, and happy-ending massages.

-With Eddie things were a bit rough usually but in all the best ways. Both Steve and Eddie cared so much about pleasing you and getting you off--even more than getting themselves to cum.

-Their favorite way to please you was by eating you out simultaneously and making you cum over and over again at least 8 times before they fucked you deep and hard.

-You loved to get them off by giving them head and they both swore you gave the best blowjobs ever. Having no gag reflex and being able to easily deepthroat were two of the reasons why but they still enjoyed and loved eating you out even more.

-Every day in February up until Valentine's they gave you little gifts. They would give you anything from a new band tee or denim/leather jacket--to a new pair of shoes, really nice and elegant jewelry such as bracelets, necklaces, and even earrings, lingerie, or your favorite bottle/type of liquor. No gesture or gift was too small. Even a home-cooked meal they prepared or a tasty dessert (even one brought home from the local bakery or your favorite coffee and donuts) was a gift you fully cherished.

-On your first official couple's Valentine's Day together you received the biggest chocolate heart and an expensive bottle of really nice champagne tied in a pink and red ribbon bow when you first woke up. When the boys got home from work you had a nice meal cooked and they brought a multi-color variety of 2 dozen roses just for you.

-The best and biggest gift they got you was your final Valentine's Day gift of a puppy and it was your favorite breed that you named Dio.

-That first Valentine's Day together was the most special of them all because you were so spoiled by getting so many amazing presents in addition to receiving a night of being pampered with a set-up home spa complete with lit candles. They ran you the best bath and gave you the nicest massages and some of the best sex ever with rose petals scattered all over the room and the King-sized bed.

-The night was finished off by watching My Bloody Valentine a true classic and Night Dreams (a porno that was horror-based and inspired by the gritty and dark work of David Lynch the director of Twin Peaks. It was about people fucking in hell and you thought it set the mood). The dirty movie led to more sex including 69 with Eddie as Steve filmed it. Eddie then filmed you and Steve fucking doggy style and then anal.

-Future Valentine's Days with your boyfriends included going to a burlesque show one year, a strip club another year, an epic rock/metal concert of your favorite rock n' roll band, and your 4-year anniversary had you and the boys getting an escort who was stunning. She was goth with the prettiest hazel eyes and the most gorgeous figure. Of course, Eddie and Steve wanted you to indulge in your fantasies of being with a woman. They didn't in any way want to deny you that pleasure even though you were seriously dating them. They trusted you and you felt safe with them.

-The other woman was so tender and caring and as Eddie and Steve watched you make love to her, they got off by giving each other handjobs. You loved to watch them as well as you and the woman pleased each other. Everyone had a wonderful time and even though it was a one-night stand you still occasionally went all together to see her headline shows at a local Hawkins burlesque club.

-Some of the hottest and most vivid moments of Valentine's days you spent with them were by far going out to eat at restaurants and showing each other off. After your first Valentine's together your men made sure to always take off Valentine's Day from work and you did as well.

-After being together happily for 7 years you were pregnant and everyone was overjoyed. Steve hoped you were having twins preferably a girl and a boy. Both of them were so happy for you though. Steve wanted to have at least several more kids after this birth and you and Eddie wholeheartedly agreed with him. Soon Dio and another dog had puppies and you kept half the litter giving the rest to Nancy, Robin, and Dustin.

-That next year on Valentine's and 4 months pregnant, you got married to them in a ceremony and celebration with all of your closest family and friends. In attendance was Uncle Wayne, Hellfire club, your parents, best friends, your cousins, some of Steve's relatives, and of course the whole gang including Max, Eleven, Nancy who was now married happily with 2 kids to Jonathan, Robin who was engaged to Vickie with an adopted 5-year-old daughter, and Argyle along with his long-time girlfriend, Eden. Legally you were married to Steve but Eddie was still your husband as well in your eyes and Steddie's and that's all that truly mattered.

-10 years later you were still married but living in an even bigger place with 4 kids now. You had twin girls and two boys. Robin and Nancy were of course the Godmothers. Mike and Dustin were the Godfathers and loved having those titles more than anything. Dio was such a protective and loving dog for the twins and the boys and so were the other dogs.

-You felt so safe and secure with your family and felt like you had more love than your heart ever felt before. For that, you were truly grateful and wouldn't trade any of it for anything.

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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You Make My Heart Beat

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by 2 anon — ¹ omg Person A: You always sing that one line wrong *Person B gets "mad"* Person A: But whatever, yours is better with warren PLEEEASE. ² Hi hope your having a good day/night. Anyway I was really in the mood for something where reader is Billy and grahams little sister and is in a secret relationship with Warren. And when Billy finds out hell breaks loose! If you don’t want to that’s fine :)

✧.* summary — Warren has always been a curious case for you, due to the crush he has on you he would always pick on you when other people were around. But when it was just the two of you he was another Warren, what confused you.

✧.* warnings —Warren and the reader being a little more intimate.

✧.* word count — 4.6k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes —writing a teenage love is so cute aaaaaa. I put these two asks together bc they fit my idea, I hope that's not a problem 🫶🏾 good reading my loves.

In Pittsburgh things were always very simple, you had your routine, you knew everywhere, and so did most people. But that never stopped you from always being curious about other people and wanting to get closer to them, which is why you became so close with your brother Graham's friends.

Eddie was the first to fit in with you, you took your time to become great friends, Chuck was always nice to you, you weren't great friends like Eddie but he never gave you reasons to complain about his presence, as for Warren... He was always a curious case.

When your brothers had the idea of forming a band, well, when Graham had the idea of forming a band after having his heart broken... You were the first to be the most supportive. You knew your brothers and the potential they had in terms of music, they were pure talent for sure, so soon you had become the band's little manager. Helping them to get some gigs around town, talking to event owners about payment, even fliers you put up around town to help them out while they rehearsed in Chuck's garage.

So little by little this had become your official position in the band, you were always there listening to news about their ideas regarding new songs or changes in instruments and passing all these updates to the small fanbase they had in Pittsburgh.

Because of that you loved being there at rehearsals, to be able to speak with propriety about the songs they are rehearsing, about their performance as a band and honestly being the biggest fan of them. And as you were always there at rehearsals your friendship with everyone grew, you had your relationship with each one of them in a special way.

Chuck and you weren't much for talking, but when that happened you liked to talk about the movies you liked in common, he had extremely similar taste to yours when it came to cinematographic works, and therefore the conversations flowed in a nice way.

Well, with Graham and Billy nothing has changed. you grew up in the same house under the same rules, so even though with time you grew up the sibling relationship hadn't changed drastically. You were always closer with Graham, as you two are close in age, you spent more time together since after Billy had grown up and got "too nice" to hang out with his younger sister.

That phase of Billy where he left you in the corner was difficult for you, out of nowhere a person who was always your support didn't want you so close anymore and that messed with you, but over time you learned to deal with it and look for other people who really wanted you around.Even after years where you are now adults, your relationship with your older brother never went back to the way it was before, and not because you had a grudge against him or anything like that... But things just had changed.

Eddie and you didn't let each other go, you were the dynamic duo, just the perfect friendship pair. You both knew that there was nothing romantic between the two of you, much less a feeling that could grow between you, that was out of the question since you considered each other soul brothers. Without much effort, you became best friends and that's how it persists until today.

Warren was a special case, you never knew how to define your relationship with the drummer in an objective and clear way, because your relationship was far from being like that. That doesn't mean it wasn't a good relationship, the perfect definition would be: confusing.

Although he was one of the people you most wanted to be around, you only had that opportunity when they created the band, and at first it was quite difficult to be alone with Warren without any band member to butt in or disrupt the moment. And for some reason, different from the other boys you couldn't start a conversation with Rojas, because you felt embarrassed and shy around him, it was like he bewildered you.

You'd already watched Warren from afar at school, and how could you not have? He's just charming…

"Hey Y/N, today we're having a rehearsal at Chuck's house, do you want to hang out there with us?" Graham screams at the bottom of the stairs, and you can easily hear him in your room.

"I'm coming down! Wait just a minute." You ask, quickly packing your things to accompany him.

The Dunne brothers walked towards Chuck's house, while talking about random things from their day. Graham was the one who talked the most, he was very excited to show Billy all the band's ideas, the older Dunne would just say "hm" or nod between Graham's lines, which genuinely made you uncomfortable. So, you decided to be the one listening to him, asking him to tell more about his ideas and commenting about everything, adding your ideas and congratulating him for his.

Graham Dunne: Y/N is that kind of person who will do anything to make you feel comfortable around her. I swear to you, she would listen to me talk about the most boring things in the world for hours just to see me happy.

You didn't walk far until you arrived at Chuck's house, Eddie and Warren were already there talking until they noticed your presence. As soon as Warren sees you, he playfully rolls his eyes and mumbles

"Oh great, the kid sister is here." Warren says, while fixing his curls.

You give him a confused look, but he avoids eye contact and pretends to focus on adjusting his drum set.

Eddie, on the other hand, walks over to you and greets you with a warm hug.

"Hey there Y/N, good to see you again!" he says with a smile. You chat for a few moments until Billy calls over to start rehearsal.

As you walk past Warren to sit on the chair you always used to sit on practice, he can't resist making another teasing comment.

"Try to keep up, kid" he says with a smirk. "Maybe if you try hard you can understand at least a little bit."

You roll your eyes and shake your head, but can't help but feel a little flustered by his attention. Warren always made this kind of comment since the beginning of the band, was it something commenting on your age or always teasing you about something you like.

Eddie Roundtree: He was clearly trying to get her attention, he didn't leave any gaps, no matter what Y/N said or did he had to comment on something.

Rojas already had feelings for you before you got close, an intense infatuation that made his heart race every time you looked back at him and smiled. He didn't know how to act on this new feeling about you; you'd always been his best friend's sister and nothing more. But when they started the band, and he started seeing you daily at rehearsals, that little crush grew more and more into a passion.

As a defense mechanism, he started to tease you with everything. He felt nervous around you and used teasing as a way to break the ice, hoping to impress you with his humor and wit. He didn't know why he was acting this way, but when he saw your eyes going towards him, it was an inexplicable feeling. Like an idiot teenager, he just wanted the attention of the girl he liked, and if that was what made him get it, he would keep doing it.

That day after rehearsal, you and Warren find yourselves alone in the garage. The rest of the band has gone out to grab food, leaving the two of you behind. You start to pack up your things, but Warren stops you.

"Hey," he says, leaning against his drum kit. "Can we talk for a minute?"

You turn to face him, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his tone.

"Sure, what's up?" You ask, playing with your hands, you were nervous.

"I heard you say you had a rough day at work..." He starts to say and you arch an eyebrow.

"Are you listening to the conversations of others Mr Rojas?" You question in a playful tone, laughing afterward.

"I'm sorry..." He says, laughing sheepishly. "I just wanted to know if you're okay, if I can help with anything…"

You can't contain your smile, this was definitely not something you were expecting from him, you approach the drummer and he avoids looking directly into your eyes, you notice that your presence makes him nervous for some reason and you like that.

"I guess you can just distract me with anything." You smile at him. "How about showing me that beat Billy wouldn't let you put on? I know you were excited about it."

Warren smiles at being close to you and then spins one of the sticks in his fingers to start playing, he involuntarily played the best way he could to impress you that day.

...

Over the years, you had grown accustomed to Warren's teasing and jabs. It was a familiar routine, and you even found yourself missing it when he wasn't around. But there was something different about him when you two were alone. He was more attentive, more thoughtful, and more interested in you as a person. He would ask about your day, your hobbies, and your favorite bands, and he always seemed genuinely invested in your answers.

At first, you didn't think much of it. You assumed that he was just being friendly or maybe trying to make up for his teasing. But as you spent more time together, you started to notice how your heart would flutter when he touches your arm or leaned in close to hear you better. You tried to ignore these feelings, to convince yourself that you were just reading too much into things, but the truth was hard to deny.

…

One day, while you and Warren were hanging out alone in Chuck's backyard, you were sitting on the grass talking about your favorite bands. The sun was shining, and a gentle breeze was blowing, rustling the leaves of the nearby trees. Warren seemed relaxed and happy, tapping his foot to an imaginary beat.

Suddenly, Warren jumped up and ran towards thr garage, calling for you to follow him. You got up and followed him inside, the smell of oil and sweat hitting your nose. To your surprise, there was a drum set set up in the middle of the room, surrounded by guitars and amps. Warren picked up his drumsticks and started playing a beat, motioning for you to join in. You hesitated at first, but then you sat by his side and started to sing along, your voice blending with his in a perfect harmony.

For the next few hours, you played music together, experimenting with different sounds and rhythms. You forgot about time, space, and all the worries that usually plagued you. You felt alive, free, and unburdened, lost in the music and the moment.

As the sun began to set, you stopped playing and sat down on the couch, exhausted but exhilarated. Warren turned to you and smiled, his eyes shining with something you couldn't quite name.

"You know, I always feel like I can be myself when I'm playing music with you." He said, his voice low and husky. "It's like everything else just fades away."

You smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spreading in your chest.

"I feel the same way, Warren." You said, your voice soft and sincere.

You sat there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company. Your heart was beating fast, and you could feel the tension in the air. You looked into Warren's eyes and saw the same intensity that you were feeling.

He leaned in closer, and you could feel his breath on your face. His hand brushed against yours, sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath and opened your mouth to speak, but before you could say anything, Warren stopped you with a kiss.

His lips were soft and warm, and you melted into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You could feel his hands on your waist, pulling you tight against his body.

For a few moments, time seemed to stand still. You were lost in the sensation of his lips on yours, the feel of his hands on your body. You knew that this was what you had been longing for, what you had been missing all along.

When Warren finally pulled away, you were left breathless. You looked into his eyes and saw the same longing that you felt. He smiles still looking into your eyes, you lean to kiss him one more time but you are interrupted by Eddie's voice calling for you two from afar.

…

The problem was that Warren didn't act the same way around other people. When your brothers or the rest of the band were around, he would fall back into his old patterns of teasing and joking, and it made you feel insecure. Did he only treat you well when no one else was watching? Did he actually like you, or was he just being nice?

These conflicting emotions weighed heavily on your mind, and you found yourself thinking about Warren more and more often. You started paying closer attention to his body language and the way he looked at you. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you might have feelings for Warren too.

Despite your doubts, Warren continued to act differently around you when you were alone. He would bring you your favorite snack when he knew you had a long day at work, or surprise you with a new album from your favorite artist. These small gestures made your heart swell with affection, but you couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't be this way in front of others.

…

Today the rehearsal was at the Dunne house, you were in the kitchen with your mother listening to them play in the distance, you were talking about your day at work and about some things in your day. Billy was singing "look me in the eye", your favorite song of theirs, excitedly you get up asking your mother for permission to go see them play one more time.

You make it in time for the chorus to start, you enter the garage already singing, you raise your fist to your face imitating a microphone while singing, Eddie smiles when he notices you, Graham laughs of your "performance", Billy rolls his eyes then smiles (he probably knew you were coming to listen), Camila was filming them and soon turns her camera towards you.

Warren felt butterflies in his stomach when he saw you, you looked so beautiful he just wanted to hold you and kiss you but he couldn't do that. So he holds back his smile when he sees you, trying to ignore your presence he ends up getting the timing of the song wrong. Billy turns to him, clearly annoyed.

"Let's take a coffee break." Billy says, turning off the microphone and taking a seat next to Camila.

"Will you stop right at my favorite?" You say, pretending to be sulking. "Very unfair!"

Warren comes out from behind the drum set, taking a seat on the couch next to Eddie and Graham.

"How come this is your favorite if you always sing that one line wrong?" Warren points out, laughing along with everyone but Camila.

If that comment came any other day you'd laugh along with them, but it struck all of your insecure thoughts about how the drummer really felt about you, you immediately frowned. And he noticed that, immediately he regretted what he said, for the first time you looked upset with him and he hated to see that.

"But… whatever, yours is better anyway." He ended up trying to make you smile, but when he saw that his favorite smile wasn't on your face, his heart sank.

You force a smile so that the atmosphere doesn't get awkward, a silence was established in the place but soon Eddie brings up a subject noticing that you wanted to escape this situation, you smile at him for saving you like that. As the conversation grows you take the opportunity to sneak out of the garage back to your room with frustration in your chest, damn be the moment you fell in love with that drummer.

You were lying in your bed, staring at your bedroom ceiling with your thoughts racing, insecurities slowly eating you up with absurd suggestions as to why Warren behaved like this.

"Hell, why do you have to be so fucking complicated?" You ask the wind, feeling a great deal of frustration with the drummer.

Your thoughts are interrupted by three knocks on the door, you take your gaze to the door that was now ajar, you can see Warren with a worried face. He was afraid of how you were feeling, afraid that he had hurt you anyway.

"What do you want? Have you come to mock me here in my room now?" You were upset, and he didn't blame you for it.

"Can I come in?" You couldn't ignore him even if you wanted to, so you nod. "Look, I'm sorry…"

"I don't understand you, you know?" You sit up to look deep into his eyes. "What do you have with me? One minute you treat me like I'm the most special person in the world and the next you just ignore my existence."

Warren drops his gaze, he was hating himself for making you feel bad anyway.

"I like you Warren, fuck I'm in love with you but you confuse me!" You were holding back some tears, and it made his heart squeeze. "So, I ask you please... Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Warren plucked up the courage to look you in the eyes, he brought his hands up to cup your face caressing your cheeks gently. His touch made you feel butterflies in your stomach, his gaze was so intense it made your heart race.

"I love you so much Y/N..." Rojas confesses, his brown eyes seem to see through you. "I've loved you since I was a stupid teenager and that's why I might have been a jerk to you, I clearly didn't know how to act in the presence of a woman as wonderful as you, I wanted your attention and that was the only way I could get it."

You listened to him attentively, trying to understand his position regarding everything that had happened between the two of you so far.

"Now we're adults, there's no reason for me to act this way I know..." He says, now holding your hands. "But there's a lot at stake here, you know? I don't mean to say that it's not worth risking things for you, in fact there were times when all I wanted was to send my fear of your brother's reaction to hell."

You laughed weakly at the last comment, little by little that weight of insecurities left you as he told how he felt.

"I just wanted to make sure none of this affected you negatively, I didn't want your relationship with your brothers to be damaged by something I did." He confesses, you quickly cut him off to clarify something.

"Everything would be so much easier if you had told me this before, pretty boy." You say taking one of your hands to his hair strands. "I know Billy can be... Intense at times but I would help you work things out."

"I just need to make it clear to you that my heart is yours, and this may sound extremely cliché but I feel that you make my heart beat." You couldn't contain your smile. "Please forgive me for being a big asshole to you, I didn't want to hurt you in any way, my love."

You don't answer, you just kiss him deeply in the intention of solving all the questions between you. He gently pulls you onto his lap, holding you close like he's afraid of losing you every second, you keep kissing him while stroking his hair, his hands caress your skin under your shirt and you sigh with the contact making him smile in the middle of the kiss.

You part your lips from his, a smile spreading across your face as he brushes the hair from your eyes. The way he looks at you makes you feel like you're the only person in the world.

"Is rehearsal done?" you ask, flashing him a mischievous grin.

"I'm not sure," he shrugs, "Camila and Billy took off somewhere, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was too worried about you."

You roll your eyes and laugh, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest. "And what about the others?"

"Eddie, Chuck, and Graham are still in the garage," he whispers, his breath hot against your cheek.

"So that means I have you all to myself?" you say, your smile growing wider and more playful.

You trail your fingers down the front of his shirt before lifting it up and over his head. His eyes follow your every move as you toss the shirt aside. You lean in to kiss him again, your lips soft and warm against his skin. He shivers under your touch, his hands finding their way to your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"I believe so, Hermosa," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as you continue.

You keep kissing his neck, feeling his pulse racing under your lips. The atmosphere between you two is electric, filled with passion and desire that had been building up for far too long.

Warren's hands wander up and down your back, feeling the curves of your body. You can feel his muscles tense and relax with every touch, his breath hot on your skin.

You pull back for a moment, looking into his eyes. They're filled with so much love and adoration that it almost takes your breath away. You can't help but smile, feeling your heart swell with emotion.

"God, I love you," he whispers, pulling you in for another kiss.

Your lips meet again, this time more urgently, as if you're trying to make up for lost time. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging gently, making him moan into your mouth.

It's like nothing else matters in that moment, just the two of you, lost in each other. You feel his hands slip under your shirt, trailing up your back, making you shiver with pleasure.

You finally break the kiss, both of you gasping for breath. Warren leans his forehead against yours, a smile on his lips.

"I never want to let you go," he whispers, and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"I don't want you to." You answer, still out of breath. "Come on Rojas, I'm all yours."

…

In a few weeks the band and Camila were going to move to LA, and your heart ached at the thought of having them away. They were all what kept you happy and losing them all at once was scary.

Warren told you to meet him earlier before rehearsal, so soon you were in the garage waiting for your favorite drummer. You hear a noise and soon you see your boyfriend entering the place, he runs to you hugging you tight.

"My girl!' He says between kisses on your cheek. "I missed you so much princesa."

"Missed you two." You say kissing him.

"Hey kiddo, Mom said Warren is home, did you see him?" Billy walks in coming across Warren kissing his sister. "What the fuck!?"

Billy without thinking approaches you, pushing Warren away from you, losing balance, Rojas falls and you get scared with how quickly everything happened, you quickly get closer to your brother, pulling him away from your boyfriend.

"Hey Billy, it's okay!" You say calling his attention to you.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Billy doesn't lower his voice, he continues his tantrum. "What is on your fucking head Warren! Are you crazy?"

"What's going on here?" Graham enters the place trying to understand the reason for the confusion.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you." Warren feels a shiver down his spine at the older Dunne's words.

"Would anyone care to explain to me what's going on?" Graham looked confused. "Why is Warren on the ground?"

"Warren is fucking Y/N." Billy says, bringing his hands to his face in frustration.

Warren stands, watching you with a concerned look. You say "is everything alright?" in a whisper and he nods in agreement.

"Is that true?" Graham was shocked.

"I'm in love with her." Rojas says, Graham can't help but smile and Billy rolls his eyes.

"You can't be fucking serious." Billy scuffs. "You barely talk to each other."

"Or you just don't pay attention to anything but yourself…" You say and Billy looks at you in disbelief.

As you speak up to your brother, you can see the shock in his face. He never expected you to be so bold and confrontational.

"Excuse me?" Billy says, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

"You heard me," you say, not backing down. "You never bothered to pay attention to me or what's going on in my life. All you care about is yourself and your fucking band."

"I can't believe you're saying this," Billy says, his voice rising.

Billy looks taken aback by your outburst. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. He just stares at you, his face turning red with anger.

"Y/N, I think you should calm down." Warren says, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"No, Warren. I'm tired of him always acting like he's the only one who matters." You say, turning to face Billy. "You didn't even notice that I was happy, that I was in love with someone. All you cared about was yourself."

"Unbelievable!" Billy storms out of the garage, leaving you alone with Graham and Warren.

As you let out a frustrated sigh, Warren notices your unease and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles gently. Graham watches the exchange between you two and chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe my little sister is dating Warren Rojas." He says, the amusement evident in his tone.

You and Warren laugh along with him, feeling more at ease now.

You lean your head on Warren's shoulder and he kisses the top of your head softly. Graham takes notice of Billy's absence and decides to go check on him.

"I'll see how he's doing." Graham points towards the garage door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Once Graham leaves, you turn to Warren, still worried about his fall due to Billy's outburst. You reach out and cup his face, showing your affection.

"Are you okay, pretty boy?" You ask him, your concern evident in your voice.

"I'm alright, princesa." He assures you, giving you a small smile. He leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Sorry about that whole scene, seriously." You say, feeling embarrassed by your brother's behavior.

"It's not your fault, Hermosa." Warren says, using the affectionate nickname he has for you. "I'm just happy to be with you. And now I'm going to tell the whole world that you're mine."

You smile and pull him in for an intense kiss, never wanting to let him go.

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sorry i’m still stuck on cheater eddie, just wondering how you think things would play out after that? like you said, I can’t see steve forgiving eddie after that but personally would love to see eddie realize how much he messed up

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Oh, I think Eddie would know immediately that he screwed up. He did call the next day with some semblance of a plan to talk to Steve, to try and explain himself, apologize as best as he could.

Unfortunately the internet works just a bit faster than Eddie realized. It's a minor story on the entertainment channels, Corroded Coffin only recently became public figures again for the first time in ten years, but it's still looping every hour on the hour.

The band is upset, obviously; Gareth won't talk to him and Jeff follows Eddie with the stink eye wherever he goes. Grant lectures him for an hour before shaking his head and leaving the room, but he hasn't brought it up since.

Robin calls Eddie almost immediately and tears him a new one, he has to hold the phone away from his ear for most of it. It's harsh, she spews her vitriol and calls him a coward, that he couldn't have loved Steve as much as he claimed to if he went and stuck his dick in someone else.

He wants to argue the latter, but she hangs up on him before he can get the chance.

The home phone in Eddie and Steve's Chicago apartment rings and rings the first three times he calls before finally going directly to voicemail on the fourth.

The worst is Wayne though.

It's a day after Robin's call, he asks about the papers -there's a laugh in his voice as he does. Eddie had been no stranger to tabloid claims before, in fact Eddie kept the National Enquierer Bat Boy clipping and framed it, but there are quite a few articles this time.

All about the same photo.

So Wayne calls, with that gentle, confident, laugh in his voice because they've really done it this time.

"You see The Star Ed? Absolutely ridiculous. Have you kids talked to your agent about all these stories yet?"

"Wayne--"

"I mean this is just silly, I bet your boy found it hilarious!" The words crackle with static as Wayne laughs into the receiver, "is he there? It's spring break for him now right?"

Eddie clutches the phone in sweaty shaking fingers, his heart climbs up his throat as he tries to find his voice.

"Wayne, I," he swallows harshly and scrubs a ringed hand over his face, "I messed up".

There's a pause on the other end of the line, as though the call cut out, but Eddie can still hear his uncle breathing.

"Eddie, you didn't..." Wayne says softly, almost in a whisper, "tell me you didn't..."

"I don't know what to do," Eddie blurts out, his breathing picks up, "he won't talk to me, my band won't talk to me, I fucked up, I just don't know how to fix this".

Wayne sighs, Eddie can hear him pace around the kitchen, "son," he murmurs softly into the receiver, "just take a deep breath, and listen for a second".

Eddie nods, not caring that his uncle can't see him through the phone, he feels like he's sixteen again and waiting for the other shoe to drop when Wayne collects him from the police station for the very first time.

"I'm going to say this once, because I know I raised you better than this and you're probably feeling pretty lousy already," Wayne says slowly before clearing his throat, "if fixing this is just to make you feel better, then it ain't really fixing anything".

"Steve probably doesn't want to hear a thing you have to say right now and you have to give that to him--"

"Wayne--"

"I mean it Eddie, you and Steve went through so much together that I didn't think there was anything that could ruin it, and there you go proving me wrong".

The words are a punch to the gut that immediately bring tears to Eddies eyes. He holds his breath and bites his lip to stop the sob that threatens to wrench itself from his chest.

"I hope you had the decency to come clean," Wayne continues tiredly, he grunts as he sits down, most likely at their old mismatched kitchen table.

"I called him but..."

Wayne hums in understanding before blowing out the words, "well-shit-son," in a single breath.

They talk for a bit longer before Eddie asks Wayne to check on Steve for him, to make sure he's okay.

"If I know my son in-law he's the farthest thing from okay right now Ed, but I'll do my best," Wayne grumbles and Eddie winces, because he's right.

He hangs up with a soft goodbye, closes his eyes and crawls into the hotel room bed.

The thread count is high in the sheets, the fabric soft and rich between his fingers, but it's nothing compared to the well-worn cotton sheets at home. Sleepwarmed and bathed in gold morning light, he can almost feel Steve in his arms.

Eddie opens his eyes.

But he's alone and the bed is cold.

Eddie lays there, allowing himself to finally cry for the first time in days, staring at the empty spot beside him.

#cw infidelity #eddie munson #corroded coffin #eddie munson is not perfect #cheating #we love a protective and wise uncle wayne in this house #i hope this is okay anon!#eddie definitely realizes he screwed up #robin is always ready to throw hands for her platonic soulmate #will she do that in every fic i write?#yes

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sunflowergirl522 · 2 years

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Strawberry Mentos

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Eddie both know you found the one. (Based on the song Strawberry Mentos)

Word Count: 867

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You haven’t been dating Eddie Munson for very long, just a few months now, but you knew he was the one for you. And he knew the same thing about you. It didn’t take the two of you very long to fall for each other either.

You were new to Hawkins at the end of your junior year and his second year as a senior. You met Eddie after bumping into each other in the hall. You had been rushing to class because you had gotten all turned around and Eddie was heading to the back door to go smoke. You dropped all of your notebooks and immediately started to apologize for it. He had just told you not to worry about it and he was equally to blame while bending down to help you gather your things.

“Eddie Munson, town freak.” He had said holding his hand out.

“Y/n Y/l/n, you don’t seem very freak like.” You shook his hand before rushing off hoping to get to class on time. And come lunchtime that day Eddie was still the only person you knew the name of so you sat with him and his club. You’ve sat with them everyday since.

Eddie was just so sweet that you couldn’t help but fall for him. And he very quickly into your friendship became absolutely smitten with you. With how kind you were to him and the guys, how you didn’t judge them, him, the way the rest of the town did, and how supportive you were of the band and his dreams how could he not be. You were the first person who wasn’t just a lost sheep to really try to get to know him. And it helped that you and Wayne got along really well.

When he finally got the nerve to ask you out a couple months into your senior year how could you say no? This was the same Eddie who would try to take care of you when you were sick, who lets you play your music in the van even if it’s a day you want to listen to something poppy, and who always lets you sit in on Hellfire meetings even though you don’t play because you enjoy watching it more.

Eddie knew you were the one for him when you punched one of the basketball players for shoving Dustin in the hall. You had been talking to Eddie at your locker at the end of the school day waiting for Dustin because Eddie was gonna give him a ride home. Dustin had been on his way down the hall waving when the two of you looked over to him when the trio of basketball players noticed him and one decided he’d be an easy target. You wasted no time in handing your books to Eddie before storming up to him and swinging. It was a little jarring to see because he had never seen you get violent before, you were normally so sweet and kind that Eddie didn’t even know you could.

It wasn’t long after that that Eddie started buying packs of your favorite candy every time he went to the store. He was stocking up on strawberry mentos so you’d always have some around but also so that when he’d kiss you it would taste like them. And when you tasted strawberry mentos that first time you knew he was the one.

“I’m gonna have to start taking weekly trips to my dentist if you keep doing this, Eds. You and your kisses are just so sweet that my teeth are gonna fall out and I’ll get cavities in every single one.” You joked to him after he once again tasted like them.

“Well then I better make it worth it huh?” He chuckled before pulling you back to him for some more.

You’ve been searching for someone like him your whole life so to return the favor you started buying banana runts in every candy aisle. You hated the taste of them after you eat a couple and you’ll never understand how Eddie would go through bags at a time. They don’t even taste like bananas after you eat so many. But you know that when you kiss him this time it’ll make him smile as much as you do each time you taste strawberry mentos.

“Have you been sneaking into my runt stash?” Eddie asks with a smile while looking up at you in your spot on his lap.

“Maybe I went out and made my own stash.” You shrug, smiling back at him.

“You don’t even like them.”

“You do though, wanted to taste like your favorite candy for once.” You speak through the little pecks you’re giving him.

“I never knew that love could be soft or that it could be light till you. And now I’m so helplessly sugar high on you. I don’t think you’re ever going to be able to get rid of me now Sweetheart.” Eddie cradles your face so he can look you in the eyes while he speaks.

“Well then it’s a good thing when I tasted strawberry mentos I knew you were the one.”

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 1 year

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Pairings: Older Rockstar!Eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: Based on this, imagine i posted a few months ago. I'm gonna make this an older rockstar!eddie x reader fic, where he still has no idea how phones work.

Warnings: suggestive language. Mention of past drug addiction. Both Eddie and reader are older in this if you don't like that then don't read it.

A/n: pretty short and not proofread

Eddie has had his fair share of scandals in his past. There was his 2 month marriage that he didn't even know about. Apparently, he got married in Vegas when he was too intoxicated and didn't remember it. He found out when he went to go Marry his second wife, and that was a sight to behold. Then it was his rehab stint when he was only 24, having done the whole 90-step program. After that, he vowed to stay clean and meet a nice girl, maybe even settle down.

That's when he saw you and immediately fell in love. He was flipping through his TV late one night and stumbled upon an episode of headbangers ball. Your band was being interviewed by the host about your new album being released soon. Eddie took notice of you when the camera kept panning over at you. He noticed your shy smile and soft voice, only speaking up when spoken to. He watched the entire thing, hoping to hear you laugh again.

You were a bass player in a riotgrrl group from Seattle. Your band emerged with other similar groups like Hole, Bikini Kill, and Babes in toyland. He fell in love instantly, having called his managers and demanding to know you. He even went as far as to have your band tour with Corroded Coffin so he could get to know you.

At first, you'll admit you weren't too thrilled to have Eddie Munson follow you around like a lost puppy. After parties, he'd follow you around and get you whatever you wanted. You knew about his reputation and all of the scandalous things he's done. You were hesitant to give him a shot worried he might hurt you. Eventually, you caved and went on that date he would ask you on every time he saw you.

The two of you became inseparable after that first date. Eddie was the type that told you he was in love with you after a few weeks of dating, and he meant it. He wore his heart out on his sleeve, always looking for love. A true hopeless romantic. Even with two failed marriages and a string of girlfriends, he finally found the one.

Being with Eddie wasn't easy he relapsed a few times and had a wandering eye for others when he was high. He tried to be a better man for you, but sometimes life got too hard. With both of you in popular bands, it was hard to really focus on the relationship. Some how though you both made it through it and are still together almost 30 years later. He still looks at you the same way he did when he first saw you in person. He was completely mesmerized like the whole world slowed down, and it was only the two of you left in it.

Which brings you to your situation now. Eddie always liked to express how much he loves you through different ways. He especially loves to spice up your sex life as well. Honestly, it even shocked you that the two of you still go at like horny teenagers. Eddie has always been attracted to you and needed to let you know at all times. He loved you and wanted to remind you of that with any chance he got. That's what got him into trouble this time.

He got a new phone recently and was still having trouble figuring it out. He was hellbent on keeping that old dinosaur he called a blackberry. Sure, they were popular at one time, but they are now obsolete. You told him to just play around with it until he gets the hang of it.

Teasing him, you sent a picture of yourself wearing new lingerie you bought for your anniversary coming up soon. Wanting to tease him and give a little sneak peek at what you had planned for the night. Eddie flips through his apps and tries to figure out what a cloud is and taps his messages to see you half naked. His eyes bug out, and he smiled, getting an idea to do the same. He figured if you were gonna tease him, he was gonna do the same.

Heading into your master bathroom he fists his already semi hard cock pumping it up and down until it was fully hard. Putting the hem of his muscle tank in his mouth, he takes a mirror selfie of himself holding his cock in his large hand. After taking a few pictures and seeing which one deserved to be the one. He decided on the third picture where you can see more details of the veins running along his shaft.

He hits "share now" and doesn't wait for your response. He tosses his phone on the bed after heading to go work out and eat some lunch, not thinking about what he had just done.

About 2 hours later, you were out having lunch with your old band mates discussing a reunion album. The vibration of your phone kept going off, and you tried to ignore it as best as you could. Picking it up, you noticed at least 50 text messages from friends and the rest of the guys from Corroded Coffin.

You saw one message from Jeff saying he needs you to call him it's urgent. Running to a secluded area, you ring him back worried something happened to Eddie.

"Hey, look, I don't know if you have seen what your husband has posted on his Instagram, but you need to look at it and head home fast." He stressed to you.

"Okay, I'll take a look and go check on Eddie. Don't worry. "

You click over to instagram and head to your husband's account, and there plain as day is your husband butt naked with his cock in his fist. He wrote the caption "Cum here often." Shocked at first but once you read the caption you couldn't help but laugh. He probably meant to send that to you and posted it by mistake.

You keep looking at the picture and notice he's also flexing his abs a little. You definitely know he did this in response to the picture you sent him earlier. The picture has now earned over 3 million likes and thousands of comments. Curiosity got the best of you, and you read some of them.

"Why is it looking at me" one comment said.

"Mom can you pick me up I'm scared."

"How does it feel to live my dream 😔" one person said and tagged you in the comment.

"Wow so when he wrote pussy destroyer he won't lying" someone else joked.

Putting your hand over your mouth, you tried to stifle a laugh. Calling Eddie, of course, he doesn't answer. You go to tell your band mates you need to head home and see Eddie. It's important. They give you a goodbye hug and send their love to him.

Walking into your shared home, you call out Eddie's name, no answer. Walking around peaking into every room, hunting him down. You eventually find him on his treadmill with headphones on blasting his music. He notices you in the doorway and smiles. Running over to you, he gives you a big bear hug.

"So did you like the picture I sent you earlier?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"I sure did. As a matter of fact, me and the rest of the world did too." You joked with him.

Eddie looked totally confused until you pulled out your phone, showing what he had done. He looked horrified but then slowly became his cocky self again.

"Well, at least they know the rumors are, in fact, true."

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ssadiemariesworld · 2 years

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After Dark

after dark pt. 1, after dark pt. 2

Summary: You thought your boyfriend Eddie Munson died and you even saw him die with your own two eyes, but was he actually dead?

Pairing: vampire!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k words :)

warnings: death, blood, fluff, mental health issues, dealing with loss, and vamp shit OBVIOUS SPOLIERS FOR VOL. 2 ( I would say this is pretty dark )

A/N: This is loosely based on the theory that Eddie is Kas and died and became a vampire and made his way back to Hawkins. Decided to take my creative take on it! So I hope you enjoy and let me know if you want a part 2! :)

Watching Eddie die in your arms that night in the upside down never felt right with you. After the amazing show he put on to distract the demo bats he still went out his trailer door to keep the demobats off Steve, Robin and Nancy, and he paid the ultimate price for it. Dustin and you were already on the other side of the gate in the ceiling when he decided to give you a grim look like he knew he might not make it out of it.

“I love you Y/N, remember that.” Eddie said before cutting the sheet and grabbing his spiked trash can shield and makeshift spear confidently strutting out of view.

“Dustin! We need a new sheet or rope or something! we need to get back there!” You shouted words just spewing out your mouth with the worst feeling in your stomach as you started to freak out numerous scenarios popping into your head as each minute felt like an eternity as Dustin constructed another way to get into the gate.

The world painfully spun around you knocking the air our of your lungs and making you shake with fear. Your heart racing like crazy as you paced back and forth in Eddie’s living room littered with his uncles collection of hats. Flashes of you and Eddie’s years together replayed in your mind. All the late night drives, cherry slushie runs, his live shows with his band, the way he smelled like weed and cheap cologne, the way he kissed your forehead, how he never let you leave mad no matter what, how you guys would get high in the back of his van, and how he taught you DND so well you even beat him at it and how he was so proud of you when you did. You even remember how proudly he shouted “that’s my girl” after and everyone staring at you as you blushed.

“Y/N as much as I’m freaking out you need to calm down and breathe or else you’re gonna explode.” Dustin shouted breaking you out of your anxiety induced daze in a mildly panicked voice.

“How can I not panic when my boyfriend is about to sacrifice himself? He couldn’t possibly take on hundreds of demobats, we couldn’t even do it with three people let alone just himself. I can’t lose him Dustin, I can’t.” You winced as the thought crossed your mind of him being torn apart by those stupid ass hellbats gnawing on his flesh as he screamed in unimaginable pain.

“Y/N! He knew that risk and he took it, all we can do now is try to get back through that gate and I promise you even if I have to throw you up and through. we will get him back” Dustin stern and serious assured you with a calm tone which made you feel slightly better, but nothing could truly make you forget the awful feeling growing in the pit of your stomach like you just knew something wasn’t right.

Dustin finally found another way through the gate with another sheet rope and as you climbed down into the upside down you ran as quick as you could outside. Bursting through Eddie’s trailer door it’s like time was going in slow motion as you screamed seeing Eddie being brutal torn apart by the demonbats thrashing and screaming.

“EDDIE!” You screamed horrified it echoing through the upside down as you ran to his side poking and prodding any demo bat with his spear who even got close to you or him. They were pretty much done with him by that time you got there his flesh all over his chest and neck torn into and blood flooding out of his wounds.

“Eddie no no..” You sobbed tears streaming down your face uncontrollably holding him in your arms as he barely had any strength on his own.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the hero you wanted me to be.” He said smiling choking up blood in his throat after he spoke.

“Don’t say that, you died for us, for a town that hated you..they didn’t deserve you Eddie.. You should’ve ran.” Tears continued to form in your eyes as Eddie tried to put on a brave face one more time for you smiling as you caressed his face hands soaked in his blood, but you didn’t care he was still your Eddie.

“Please take care of yourself for me and look out for Dustin and the little sheep of mine.” He breathed out coughing up some more blood as he continued, “I love you, please no matter how hard it is…hold…on for me okay.”

After that sentence his eyes started fluttering closed and the light of life slowly was fading as a tear streamed down his cheek as he held yours. With one last smile his expression faded away and he was gone. You knew it as soon as his body went limp and his hand that was once on your cheek fell to his side.

You just lost it after that gripping his lifeless body screaming and crying as you laid your head on his still chest. The pain of grief overloading your senses and whole body feeling like you just wanted to go to as you held onto his lifeless body.

“Please don’t go..please don’t do this Eddie…I need you I-“ You chocked out inhaling and exhaling between sobs as you looked into his lifeless eyes blood covering your hands as you tried waking him back up to no avail.

“We need to go Y/N” Dustin said tears brewing in his eyes and streaming down his cheeks as he limped over to you and Eddie.

“We can’t just leave his body here!” You protested holding on to him as you looked up at him your eyes red and puffy as tears continued to stream from them.

“We lost, Max is seriously injured and gates are opening everywhere.” After hearing the horrible news and feeling the upside down tremble you knew what you had to do as you slowly let go of Eddie gently placing his body back down on the concrete as Dustin pulled you away. Looking back at him laying there you couldn’t help but feel disgusted by yourself that you left his body here out of all places and not properly like he more than deserved. You knew you would have no grave to visit cause people wouldn’t think he died a hero for that matter cause no one would believe your story about the person who everyone believed to be a “satanic fucking murderer”, but that wasn’t Eddie it never was. Eddie didn’t deserve this. He really fucking didn’t. He died a villain in Hawkins history not the person who gave them a fighting chance, but instead seen as a murderer out of all things.

As you were pulled back into Eddie’s living room the pain of his loss just hit you even harder as you ran in his room to grab whatever you could. You grabbed his stash, polaroid's of you guys, his cologne, his rings and a couple more of his shirts and even his guitar because he wouldn’t forgive you if you left his “baby” behind. You couldn’t help but want to grab more but you could see the earth cracking at the seams incinerating everything in it’s path and as much as you wished it to all end you made a promise to Eddie that you were gonna live a good life and you were more than gonna keep it. As you ran out of the trailer you noticed that Eddie’s uncle had already left which was good considering as soon as you were far enough away the whole trailer tore in half. The last place that reminded you of Eddie was gone just like him in one night.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

Two days had passed since we tried to take on Vecna and lost of course. Max is blind and in a coma plus Steve and Robin dragged you to help out at the school where people were taking shelter in after what is now called the fall of Hawkins. Gates to the Upside Down glowed and tore throughout the city and safe zones were made and everyone still looking for missing people including Eddie who they still believed was the one who sacrificed Vecna’s four victims excluding Max. Jason who blamed Eddie for all this bullshit was gone and you’d think justice was served, but it still wasn’t worth losing Eddie. Even if you would’ve had to go on the run with Eddie you would’ve rather done that then ever lose him. To be honest the thought never crossed your mind that the days with him were numbered and maybe that was a good thing because you didn’t put the pressure on everything being perfect even though it was. He was perfect. Part of you couldn’t accept that he was really dead but of course denial was one of the very first gruesome stages of grief.

“Y/N! earth to Y/N.” Steve chimed waving his hand in your face after folding a polo shirt and jeans.

“Yeah..sorry was spacing for a minute there.” You murmured realizing you were folding a Metallica shirt which immediately had Eddie popping up in your mind, but you didn’t say anything because you really didn’t want to talk about and face that grim reality that he’s really gone for good.

“You good?” Steve asked his bushy eyebrows furrowed giving you that concerned mother of six look with his hands on his hips.

“Yeah! yeah totally good.” You exclaimed feeling like you were putting on the best performance of your life considering you felt like you were dying on the inside.

“Good I was just checking.” Steve responded laughing your response off still seeming a little suspicious of your state of mind but he could tell by how well you brushed it off that you probably didn’t want to talk about it.

“So why did you break me out of my thoughts Harrington?” You mused looking over at him intently folding clothes and placing them in their respective laundry baskets.

“Because look at Robin she’s finally making some progress with Vicki.” Steve gushed looking over at him pointing his head in the direction of Robin laughing and smothering pieces of white bread with jelly and peanut butter with Vicki giggling right along with her.

“You’re planning their wedding as we speak aren’t you?” You joked nudging him in the shoulder making him laugh in response.

“Maybe I am.” He said smiling proudly.

Steve wasn’t so bad considering you guys really didn’t hang much besides when you guys were in the Upside Down fighting otherworldly beings together. He was mostly known for being the king of Hawkins High since you had gone there and also the notorious boyfriend of Nancy Wheeler, but they have since broke up. After that he kinda fell of the face of the Earth having not graduated and working at Scoops Ahoy with one of your best friends Robin who seemed to begin hanging with Steve much more after. You would always see her working at Scoops whenever you and Eddie would have an ice cream date and it would be like you were best friends again. You understood that you both grew up and had lives and you had began hanging out and dating Eddie, but you couldn’t help but feel like Steve stole your best friend away. There was so much more to the story you would later find out, but you for sure held a little bit of a grudge.

“You know I could get you a job at Family Video if it isn’t obliterated, if you want it. I know Robin misses hanging out with you despite having my wonderful company.” Steve sarcastically blurted out.

“Would that mean I would have to work with you too?” You asked poking fun at him.

“Yes I would think so.” He replied looking over at you a nervous smile on his face.

“Then I’ll think about it.” You smiled shyly folding your last piece of laundry.

“Hey uh you were Munson’s girl right?” Steve asked blurting the question out as you started to walk away the ‘were’ making you wince as you turned around to answer him. If Steve was trying to make you like him more before he is defiantly not helping that idea now.

“Yes, why are you asking?” You quickly spewed out just wanting to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.

“Here’s his vest I know if anyone he would have wanted to have it, it’d be you.” He muttered laying the folded jean vest in your arms as you blankly looked down at it trying not to burst into tears in front of him.

“Thanks. Appreciate it Steve. See ya around.” You quickly got out not looking up at him as you turned around and started walking fast out of the gym until you felt yourself bump into someone.

“Oh Y/N there you are.” As you look up you see Eddie’s uncle standing before you tears fresh in his eyes.

“You know about Eddie?” You ask looking at him trying not to get upset but it was getting a lot harder each passing minute. And seeing the look on his face made you believe he knew what happened.

“Yeah that kind young man Dustin told me..and I sat and thought Eddie would’ve wanted you to have this more then me.” He placed something in your hand patted you on the back and walked away.

After processing that quick encounter you slowly open your hand to see his guitar pic necklace laying there a little dried up blood on it. All that pain and grief hit you again and felt like it knocked the wind out of you. As you frantically left the school you looked up at the sky as what seemed like snow was falling, but instead of snow it was the Upside Down particles which was new. What a fucking shitshow. Of course as soon as you lose your boyfriend the town you grew up in had to go to shit too. As you drove home and thought hard about the fuckery that is your life blasting music all while holding in the emotions you’ve been holding in for these past two days making you feel like you are about to boil over. You speed walked inside your house not even caring to acknowledge your parents and going upstairs to your room. Finally after shutting the door you just broke falling to the ground as you sobbed. Clutching your arms to your chest and tears just streaming down your cheeks effortlessly but you couldn’t care less because the pain was too much to bear. The loss of Eddie having you feeling like a hole has been punched right threw you. You had to let it out.

“Why are you crying Y/N?” As you looked up from your sad little world you saw Eddie smiling at you wearing a blood stained and torn Hellfire shirt his skin paler than usual shining through with no wounds in sight. At first you thought you were seeing things so you wiped your tears and adjusted your eyes but he was still there.

“Are you a ghost?” You gulped fear gripping you and making every hair on your body stand as you saw your last time you checked VERY dead boyfriend whose body isn’t here sitting on your bed.

“I know what you are thinking and it’s not what you think.” He said shaking his hands as you stared at him with fear in your eyes.

“How else am I suppose to think Eddie? You were dead.” You stressed running your fingers through your hair staring at him.

But I’m here. I woke up here.” Eddie explained as his eyes glinted red for a second, “Come sit down please.”

A/N: YES I left this on a cliffhanger, but let me know if you want a part two because I defiantly plan on writing one :) vampy Eddie is the only thing I’m holding onto rn. Thanks for reading! Follow for more stories I decide to write! I will have part two put somewhere on this part when its finished!

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson my beloved #vampire eddie munson #vampire eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #joseph quinn #vampire #netflix #fanfic #strangerthings4 #eddie munson i love you #bring eddie back

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theshippirate22 · 1 year

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so apparently all my brain is lately is steddie headcanons and aus but you know what here we are

so. new take.

steve LOVES food network.

when he was a teenager, he would turn it on when he was home alone to break up the silence a little bit and yeah, maybe kinda used Martha Stewart and Ina Garten as maternal figures to make up for the lack of his own (he laughed out loud when Martha Stewart went to prison; she was still a better role model than his real mother)

and then he grew up and suddenly shit was real and he was (unofficially) (illegally) married to a man who thought the height of food luxury was saltines in Kraft cheese sauce (Steve’s 98% sure Eddie lived selectively off Mac and Cheese before they were together) and suddenly Food Network is a need. He’s got to cook or he’s going to lose his goddamn mind if Eddie suggests Froot Loops for dinner for the fourth night in a row (it was fine the first three nights; at this point Steve thinks there’s Froot Loop literally in his brain), so Steve watches to learn. To find recipes. To help get acquainted with ingredients and techniques that his Taste of Home magazines aren’t giving any help with.

and then he grows up again and now he’s certainly much closer to 50 than to 30 (Eddie found one (1) singular silver hair in his beard two years ago and has been calling him “old man” since, even though Steve found the black hair dye in the bathroom cabinet at least a year and a half before that) and now Max and Lucas have three kids and Robin and her (unofficial) (illegal) wife, Christina are remodeling a house, and Dustin and Lucy are doing something that requires a patent and Erica is still sending them post cards from wherever the hell she is now (the most recent was from the Swiss alps and it’s on the fridge, wedged under both a magnet repping the bar in Detroit where Eddie and Steve got engaged and a magnet Joyce and Hoppet brought back from Hawaii from Hop’s retirement trip.) And Food Network is still there, almost always on some place in the house, but it’s not so necessary anymore because Steve is good now. Jeff and Gareth still drop in every now and then when the band’s in town just to get a taste of what Steve’s working on (Eddie gave up the rockstar dream years ago; after the Upside Down, he couldn’t bring himself to touch his guitar, let alone play, for a long long time, so Corroded Coffin became Coffin Cult and they still give Eddie credit for all the hit songs that are really his and they’re doing really well, if the charts have anything to say about it.) Besides, there’s new shows and he can watch things on-demand and there’s a whole new slew of personalities that he’s got to give a try.

So Food Network stays.

And Eddie can’t help the affectionate grin that takes over his face when he gets home and Steve’s made a batch of cookies just so he can eat the entire thing by himself while binge-watching Pioneer Woman, and he climbs in bed next to him, under his arm, on his chest and you know what? Eddie loves Food Network too.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanons #steddie headcanon #steve harrington hcs

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plvto-sqda · 1 year

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-⋆ Random Eddie Headcanons

⭒ He started playing the acoustic guitar when he was 9, he got the hang of it quickly and enjoyed it a lot. When Eddie started getting really into metal, Wayne saw how Eddie would look at the electric guitars longingly in the music store and how he would talk about this one particular one that caught his eye nonstop. And so he worked extra shifts and was pretty careful about what he spent money on in order to buy the warlock guitar his nephew was so passionate about. Even going to the point where he would buy cheaper food for himself and skip meals if he could to save money. He felt kinda guilty that Eddie felt bad about it even though he had no idea what he was saving up for, and also that he had to be home alone without him for longer than usual. So when Eddie got his new guitar for Christmas he burst into tears and thanked Wayne over and over again and he decided the first song he would play on it would be one of Wayne’s favorites which really warmed his heart :,).

⭒ Eddie also started growing out his hair at the end of middle school and it was a hair above shoulder length in freshman year. He thought it would be cool to possibly dye it or bleach some of it but he didn’t know what color to do and he didn’t want to ruin it so he kept it as it was and he definitely likes it better that way.

⭒ Gareth was one of the first people to join the Hellfire Club, then Jeff not long after, then Grant and some other kids that came and went, and then ofc Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.

⭒ Corroded Coffin was born in 1980. I heard people saying that Eddie is not the best singer but I beg to differ. He’s got a really recognizable voice and almost perfect pitch, he’s pretty great :>. Gareth is also pretty good at singing but his vibe is more chill, and their band is more of a metal band so they decided Eddie would be better for that role. The talent show was rather nerve-racking for them since they haven’t played in front of so many people before but they got through it and now it’s one of their favorite memories together.

⭒ A bunch of people seem to agree that he became friends with all the cats at the trailer park and feeds them whenever he can. Also he has little names for some of them too!

⭒ When he’s talking to his friends either on the phone or his Walkie-Talkie they have to prepare themselves because he has the tendency to just unexpectedly scream into it or just make random sounds when someone is talking sometimes which is both hilarious and kinda annoying if he just keeps doing it.

⭒ Out of all of Eddie’s friends in Hellfire, Gareth and Dustin know him the most but ofc they don’t exactly know everything because there are still some things about his past that he s a bit uncomfortable saying and wants to keep to himself at the moment.

⭒ After they finish a campaign Eddie will take them to a fast food restaurant or the arcade to celebrate.

⭒ Speaking of the Hellfire Club going out, they cause chaos pretty much wherever they go. They’ve had a history of getting kicked out of places and pushing each other around on shopping carts (Jeff and Gareth like to push the cart into Eddie numerous times until he finds a way to get payback)

⭒ Eddie is pretty good at drawing and he and Gareth designed the logo for Hellfire.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #hellfire club #jeff stranger things #gareth stranger things #corroded coffin #wayne munson

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symbioticsimplicity · 1 year

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Unable to escape the thought of Billy filling in on drums for Corroded Coffin. (Gareth broke his foot in probably the funniest yo-yo accident any of them has ever seen, but he does get benched from his set for a while which is less funny)

Billy hadn't been planning on it, he'd just happened to be getting the mail when a certain curly haired brunette rushed up to him, all big eyes and frenetic hand gestures. He explained that they needed a drummer for a session or four, and Billy looked like the kind of dude who knew how to play. (He does but hes never been called out on it before.)

He was about to refuse when Munson sweetened the deal by throwing in lunch and a smoke out. Billy could bang on some drums for a while for that.

Its weird meeting the rest of the group. Billy is pretty damn sure he's shoved at least one of them into a locker before. Not that he's not done his fair share of changing, but people tend to hold grudges. Though, he supposed Steve hadn't really been much better and he'd been at Munson's place every other night.

Eddy introduced him while he was lost in his head, although there was really no need. They knew who he was, everyone did.

Billy raised a hand in greeting, though he didn't smile.

He made his way to the drumset and the nerd legion parted for him like he was acidic or something. Not unexpected but still irritating. It made him feel bigger and sharper than he knew his was, the edges of his body undefined and jagged.

Eddie, evidently didn't share his friend's trepidation. He trapezed right on over to Billy to offer him the smoke he'd promised. He got much closer than he really needed to, like it never occurred to him to keep his distance.

Billy found himself liking it, despite the awkward newness of it, so he didn't correct him.

Fifteen minutes later they started actually practicing, once they were all baked enough to lose themselves in the music.

They weren't bad, he had to say. Jeff wasn't as ridiculously skilled as Eddie was, but he kept the rhythm just fine, playing around a little when he got a chance. The bassist, Billy could never remember what the fuck the kid's name was, was decent, if a little basic. And Eddie... he was actually way too good for a garage band.

Billy found himself struck by how smoothly Eddie's fingers ran up and down the fretboard, like he’d been made just to create music. His voice was lower than Billy would have expected, growlier too. It wasn't an unpleasant surprise, but it was distracting. If they'd been playing anything with more than a rocksteady beat, he'd have embarrassed himself.

If he wasn’t seeing things, Eddie had seemed a little distracted too.

One way to test his theory.

In the pause between songs, he shucked his shirt. He was sweating through it anyway, but it also gave him a chance to watch Eddie's reaction.

Munson was as subtle as ever.

He looked like he'd just seen a bomb go off, eyes wide and pupils blown, plump lower lip bit between his teeth while he tried to pretend like he wasn't staring. He was doing a terrible job, but honestly it was kind of cute. Billy didn't run into earnestness like that a lot, especially when it came to himself.

To his surprise, Munson made it a whole 'nother song before he decided to call the parctice due to a "sore throat". Billy almost smirked at that, but he kept it under wraps.

He made like he was going to head home, with absolutely zero intention to do that. He did smirk this time, when Eddie caught a hold of his forearm.

He muttered a "Can I talk to you real quick?" and it was all Billy could do to keep the smug grin from off his face.

Eddie's bandmates cleared out without much fuss, though Garreth did give Bill a look as he went.

They made it about five seconds into their talk before "talk" became "kiss" and about fifteen minutes before "kiss" became "aggressive make-out session".

#this one time at band practice #mungrove #eddie munson #billy hargrove #i want him to have spaces to vent goddamn it #i think he should be a drummer as a treat #drums and monster killing #i also think he should get to sing/scream sometimes too #i feel like he'd have this beautiful rich angel voice #but he can also death scream and its really just not fair #also I want Eddie to see this boy making music in front of him #letting it take all of his anger and frustration from him #and I want him to fall in love #with that alone immediately #also this ended up much longer than intended

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lilsoupboiii · 1 year

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It was only natural, that once Steve and Eddie started hanging out all the time, that they would include their best friends too. Especially after everything that happened over spring break.

Robin was a little intimidated at first, who wouldn’t be, it’s Chrissy Cunningham! Ex Head Cheerleader of Hawkins High. But she wanted to do this for her soulmate and his oblivious crush/ her other best friend. So when Eddie brought Chrissy to movie night, she swallowed down her nerves and tried her best not to be herself.

Of course that didn’t work.

“Hi! I’m Robin, but maybe you already knew that since we were always at school events together but you probably didn’t notice me because I was in the band and you’re Chrissy Cunningham and why would you have noticed me and you’re really pretty oh my god and I’m rambling now, sorry , I’m gonna stop now,” Robin looked sheepish and mentally scolded herself for not reeling it in. Now Chrissy was gonna get scared off and-

Chrissy was giggling?

“Hi Robin, no need to apologize,” she smiled as she moved passed Robin into the Harrington house as Eddie looked amused behind her.

“Hey Robs.” he kissed her cheek, “What was that about?”

“I tried not to be me and it backfired stupendously,” she sighed.

“You don’t have to not be you, you aren’t going to scare her off,”

“I just don’t wanna ruin this,”

“You won’t ruin anything, even if you two don’t get along it’s not the end of the world,” he squeezed her shoulder and followed Chrissy into the living room. Robin sighed and shut the door following them.

Chrissy was sitting on the couch looking a little uncomfortable, but Eddie sat down next to her and gave her a reassuring look and she seemed to relax a little. The door to the kitchen opened and revealed Steve wearing an apron.

“Hey guys! Glad you could make it!” he made his way into the room as Eddie jumped up to hug Steve.

“Hey Stevie, nice apron” he mumbled into Steve’s shoulder.

“Hey Eds,” Steve mumbled back. Robin thought they were sickly sweet. When they grew closer after everything that happened Robin felt nothing but joy. Eddie had fit perfectly into her and Steve’s dynamic. The missing puzzle piece they didn’t know was missing. Her joy grew more tremendous when she noticed Eddie’s handkerchief and they had a new thing to bond over.

They, reluctantly, parted and Steve turned to Chrissy.

“Stevie, Chrissy Cunningham. Chris, Steve Harrington,” Eddie introduced with a dramatic bow.

“I know Steve, Eddie,” Chrissy said fondly and got up to give him a hug.

Steve smiled and opened his arms.

“Hey Chris, it’s been awhile, huh?” she all but collapsed into his arms.

“Yeah,”

Robin stood slightly shocked, a quick glance to Eddie told her he felt the same.

“So, you guys were uh, close, in High School?” Robin asked hesitantly.

“My uh, sophomore year, Chrissy’s freshman, she went out for cheerleading and I was on basketball and we just kinda fell into the same social group,” Steve explained as they parted.

“But Steve here was different. Everyone else was being mean to be mean, he never did anything directly for as long as we were close. But we kinda parted ways after awhile,” Chrissy supplied.

Eddie and Robin both stared for a moment, taking in the new information when something clicked.

“Were … were you two …?” Robin gaped.

The two jocks both turned a bright shade of pink.

“Only for a couple weeks, we decided we were better off as friends!” Steve interjected.

“Completely mutual!” Chrissy added.

“How do you think she became known as the Queen of Hawkins High?”

“Steve,” Chrissy looked a little embarrassed and uncomfortable with the mention of that name. Steve noticed this and changed the subject.

“What movie did you bring anyway, Eds?”

Eddie cleared his throat, “Uh, I brought uh, Rocky Horror Picture Show,” he seemed to remember why they were there and had a change in demeanor, “this movie is going to change your lives!”

…

After gathering the snacks Steve had made and getting drinks, the teens sat down to watch the movie. Steve and Eddie took the couch, Steve sitting in his spot and Eddie laying across the remainder of the couch with us feet in Steve’s lap. Leaving Robin to her spot, stretched out on the love seat.

Chrissy is sitting on the love seat. This leaves Robin to quickly assess her choices, she could sit in one of the other two chairs in the room, but those were super uncomfortable and she would rather die, she could sit on the floor, but then she risks them wondering why she’s sitting on the floor when there are several open spots, she could make Eddie move his legs and sit on the couch with them, but they look so happy and Robin doesn’t want to bother them or offend Chrissy making her sit by herself while the other 3 are squished together on a separate couch.

So Robin makes a sacrifice, and sits down on the love seat squished next to a really, really pretty girl who happens to be one of her best friend’s best friends.

Chrissy seems to blush a little as Robin sits, and folds in on herself, trying to take up less room, which scares Robin. So in an act of no thinking, just acting, Robin grabs Chrissy’s legs and maneuvers her to sit almost mirror to how Eddie and Steve are sitting.

Chrissy gives her a curious look, blushes a little harder and then turns her attention to the movie.

Robin turns to look at the tv but can’t seem to focus, thinking about what she just did. Why did she just do that?! Was it too much? Does Chrissy think she’s weird now? Why does she care so much about what Chrissy thinks-

Oh.

Oh shit.

No no no no no! Robin can’t have a crush on Chrissy Cunningham. Christine Elizabeth Cunningham! The Queen of Hawkins High! She’s too high up on the food chain, too straight, too pretty, too …

Perfect.

Fuck.

…

The movie is amazing. Eddie gloats.

“I told you the movie would change your life,” he brags, now leaning into Steve’s chest instead of away.

“I have no idea what I just watched, but I will admit it was pretty good,” Steve added, running a hand through Eddie’s hair, who seemed to push into it like a cat.

“I’ve never seen anything like that before,” Chrissy admited.

“Well then you should come to more movie nights, we always find some weird movie to show each other,” Robin interjects.

Chrissy smiles, “I’d like that,” God, she can’t just smile like that. Robin would do anything to see that smile again and again.

“So,” Eddie says breaking the silence, “Who’s who?”

“Eddie your obviously Frank N Furter,” Robin supplies.

“Yeah you have the hair and everything,” adds Chrissy. He takes the comments in stride.

“I could totally pull off that corset and heels,” Steve turns bright red at the thought.

“ I uh think Chris would be Janet” Steve stammers.

“Me?” Chrissy looks surprised.

“Yeah, I see it. Innocent girl, not so innocent deep inside,” Eddie smirks as Chrissy goes pink.

“I’m not … innocent,” she mumbles.

“Steve is so obviously Brad,” Robin changes the subject.

“Mmm you’re right Robs, I can totally see it, we just need to get the glasses for him, or better yet, don’t …” Eddie implies.

“What about me?” Robin asks, trying to change the subject from Eddie’s not quite innuendo.

They all seem a little stumped.

“I think Columbia,” Chrissy supplies. Robin turns to look at her.

“I mean, her outfit is awesome and it looks like something you would wear,” she burns a little pink. Robin mirrors her blush from the compliment.

Eddie interrupts this blush off with a big yawn.

“Well this was fun, but I am exhausted from not having slept for 45 hours, so I think I shall retire for the night,” he announces and stands, heading for the stairs.

Steve stands too, moving to follow Eddie.

“Will you two be alright?”

“Yeah Stevie, go on. I’ll show Chris to the spare bedroom,” Robin tells him. Steve smiles greatfully and heads upstairs.

Now, awkwardly sitting almost uncomfortably close together, the two girls were alone.

“So um, how long have you and Steve been together?” Chrissy says suddenly.

Robin stares stunned for a minute. It’s not that she’s unused to the question. Everyone who knows her and Steve have asked them that question at some point, she just assumed Chrissy would have seen the way their best friends were looking at each other, obviously pining.

“Oh, no. We’re not … together. We are completely platonic. With a capital P,” she stutters.

“Oh, you two are so close, I just thought,” Chrissy looks away, a little embarrassed, “I mean, I guess I should’ve known but I didn’t want to get my hopes up for Eddie,”

Silence.

“What do you mean get your hopes up for Eddie?” does Chrissy know about Eddie?

Her eyes flash with panic, “He doesn’t have a crush on you I promise!”

“I know he doesn’t. Do you … know?”

“ About … Eddie?”

“Yeah,”

“Yeah, he told me, I mean I had my suspicions, you know how brutal the rumors in school were but I didn’t want to assume,”

“And you’re … okay with it?”

“Of course!” she seems a little offended, and then scared, “Are you?”

“Me? Of course I’m okay with it!”

There’s an awkward silence, before Robin makes a huge move.

“I don’t actually, um … like … boys,”

There’s a deafening silence.

“Oh,” Chrissy says, “Ohhh,”

Even more of a deafening silence.

“How did you um, know?”

That wasn’t quite what Robin was expecting.

“Well, everyone was always singing praises to Steve Harrington and Jason Carver, but I never saw anything. They were just guys. Nothing special. But there was this girl in my class, and I looked at her and I felt what those girls felt when they talked about boys,” Robin mumbles.

Chrissy takes a moment to take it all in.

“What if you felt that way about boys, but sometimes when you look at girls you feel that way too?” Chrissy doesn’t look at her.

Robin feels her heart speed up.

“That’s okay. It’s a thing. It’s called bisexuality. You can like boys and girls. Or other people. You aren’t confined to only liking one gender. It’s like David Bowie, or Freddie Mercury? They’re bisexual,”

“Really?” Chrissy’s eyes are really big, and once again, so, so pretty.

“Really,” Robin confirms. Chrissy glances down at Robin’s lips.

“Robin?” Chrissy asks meekly.

“Yeah?”

“I’m bisexual,”

“Thank you for telling me, that’s really big,” Robin almost whispers.

Chrissy looks at Robin’s lips again.

“I don’t want to assume, but um, would you want … do you want to um,”

Robin feels a surge of confidence.

“Chrissy?”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?” she whispers.

“Yeah,”

Robin leans forward and presses her lips to Chrissy’s. It’s perfect, just like everything else about her. Her lips are soft and she smells so nice and then she’s opening her mouth to deepen the kiss and it’s like everything is where it’s meant to be.

They pull apart, but just barely, just enough to breath. Their foreheads pressed against one another.

“Robin?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Robins turns her face and buries her smile in Chrissy’s neck.

“Yeah, I’d like that,”

“Really?”

Robin moves back to look at Chrissy.

“Really,” and pulls Chrissy into another kiss. And another. And another. And another.

And if Steve and Eddie stumble downstairs in the morning with ruffled hair, hickeys and new revelations to find their best girls wrapped around each other, still on the couch? Well, then they moved extra quietly as not to disturb them.

#buckingham #stranger things #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #first kiss #lesbian #bisexual #background steddie

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