#eddie munson x rockstar oc

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Life Eternal Series

Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Black!Reader

(Word Count:3.3K)

Synopsis: Eddie couldn’t just NOT enter the contest. With the help of his younger, tech savvy friend, Eddie and Dustin created a mini music video of sorts, showcasing how skillful of a guitarist he is, filmed atop his trailer. This is how he got to where he is now, backstage at a Blastoff Summer Fest, the summer's biggest, outdoor rock festival!

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All writing is in second person unless clearly stated otherwise. No Use of Y/N.

Cydonia Set List

Eddie seriously couldn't comprehend his current situation. He was really about to perform with Metallica… in a couple hours, but still, holy sHIT!

He and his plus one, Dustin, had spent the last few hours exploring the festival, and now they were backstage. The band currently on stage was in the middle of their last song. After them, there was only one more act before Metallica, and Eddie, was on.

Eddie's heart hasn't beat at a normal pace all day. It didn't matter the amount of sound checks he'd already gone through, he was still nervous as all hell to perform with his idols.

They were in a green room, watching a monitor that was displaying the performing acts. "You're gonna be up there, man! Can you believe it?!" Dustin exclaims excitedly.

Eddie shakes his head 'no', still in disbelief. “Nah, man. I really can't. This all feels so surreal.” Just as the current band can be seen vacating the stage, the spotlights turn on and the massive screens on stage change to start displaying a pre-show trailer of sorts for the next band. The crowd was cheering so loud, the two boys could hear the screams from backstage. They were chanting the entire way through the video for the next band. Eddie’s brows crease, “For a band I’ve never heard of, they are quite popular. Cydonia?”

“Oh yeah! That’s the band with the huge display in the front at TR.” Dustin said, referring to their favorite music store back in Hawkins.

“Hm.” Eddie nods. He recalls the fiery display next to the register, but he didn’t buy into it, skeptical of the stars.

Though the stage was blacked out, he could still see shadows of people walking onto the stage, the crowd roaring impossibly louder. The sounds of a resonating guitar could be heard as the band readied, counting down, before starting their opening song with a guitar riff. The crowd went completely feral at that moment.

Eddie studied the screen. The camera was zoomed out, showing the full band on stage. They really had a full band. There was a keyboardist, a drummer, a bassist, two guitarists, one being the lead singer, and a backup singer who had a multitude of instruments around him. Each member was dressed in all black with the lead standing out in blood red. They had a vaguely 1800s aesthetic, very theatrical. Each outfit was slightly unique, but all of them came together to create one cohesive look.

The intro to their opening song lasted a full minute, the band showcasing their musical talents using their respective instruments alone. It was truly amazing to hear and see so many musicians playing together in sync. Each musician was facing each other as if in a large jam circle, the only one truly facing the crowd being the drummer. Eddie felt a pang in his heart watching them. He wanted nothing more than to be performing like them, in a band with such musical chemistry.

After the first minute, the circle was broken by the lead singer turning to walk up to the microphone at the front of the stage, allowing Eddie to get a full view of the person. They adorned long, wild locks that fell into their face, giving them a grungy yet ethereal look. Eddie didn't know what to expect, but whatever came out of the lead vocalist's mouth was not it. The vocalist sang in a lower register, for a girl that is. He was used to most popular female vocalists of the time focusing on their higher vocal range. To him, those singers he’s heard of, though impressive, became annoying over time. This singer's voice was different. It melded with the music perfectly. Eddie could immediately understand the incredible hype from the crowd. They were utterly unique from most radio bands and artists, and they brought a sense of nostalgia, keeping the sound of rock and metal, the sound Eddie loved with all his heart, alive. 

After their first song, they immediately went into the next. Their melodies were dark, and their lyrics were cynical, but listening to their music created an almost spiritual experience for Eddie. Both he and Dustin were completely entranced.

“Do you want to go watch the show in the pit?” A woman’s voice broke their intense concentration on the screen. They both whip their heads and look at the graying woman with wide eyes.

“Can we?!” Dustin screamed excitedly.

“As long as Shag here is back in time for his queue.” The production crew member replied, motioning towards Eddie.

Dustin jumps up, “Yeah, sure. Let’s go!” He grabs a hold of the jean vest on Eddie’s shoulder, pulling him off the couch and out the door. The heavy bass of the drums and muffled guitar riffs could be heard echoing through backstage as they ran through the halls. They could hear the clear melodies being sung by the band and crowd alike, sounding like a choir. They had to ask a few random staff members to point them in the right direction as they went, but eventually they made it, getting to the pit just in time to catch the tail end of the guitar solo.

It was weird to be on this side of the fence at a concert, but it was exhilarating. The sun was almost fully set by now, so every light and effect on stage was magical, especially so up close and personal. By the time Dustin and Eddie the perfect spot, the final bit of the band's second song was ending.

The lead singer stepped back up to the mic, “Thank you everyone for coming out tonight. You’ve already shown us so much love.” They spoke directly into the mic, lips caressing the metal cover. Their voice was a little raspy, but soothing, the complete opposite of the usual energetic shouts singers give when addressing the audience. Just as they began to speak, the backup singer picked up an acoustic guitar, and began playing the opening riff of their next song. “It’s such an honor to be able to play alongside such talented artists and legends. For those who don’t know, we are Cydonia,” Another feral cheer from the crowd caused the lead to smirk and let out a small chuckle into the mic, girls and guys alike could be heard screaming at the top of their lungs in reaction to the singer's smirk. “And this next song is called Cirice.” Just on queue, the drummer hit two symbols, bringing in the keyboardists. A few more beats pass, before the electric guitars join in, mimicking the original riff played on the acoustic. The lead backed away from their mic and closed the space between them and the other guitarist. They both played in perfect sync with each other. It was genuinely mesmerizing. The next minute and a half was spent with Dustin cheering in Eddie’s ear along with the crowd, headbanging to the heavy music.

“I feel your presence amongst us,” The lead points out to the crowd,

“You cannot hide in the darkness.” Their hand made its way back to strum the guitar in time for the next beats.

“Can you hear the rumble?

Can you hear the rumble that's calling?” The world felt as if it was shaking. If it weren’t for the thunderous crowd and earth shaking music, Eddie would’ve thought the earth was quaking.

“I know your soul is not tainted

Even though you've been told so

Can you hear the rumble?

Can you hear the rumble that's calling?” Eddie was starting to feel a pressure in his chest. The singer’s gaze was taken from their guitar and out to the crowd.

“I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you

I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you.” It was as though the song was being sung directly to him. Eddie couldn’t bring himself to move. Everything around him went dark, and the only thing in focus was the band playing on stage, the singer calling out to his heart. All he could do was stand there and watch as the lead focused their eyes back down to their guitar.

“A candle casting a faint glow

You and I see eye to eye

Can you hear the thunder?

How can you hear the thunder that's breaking?

Now there is nothing between us

From now our merge is eternal

Can't you see that you're lost?

Can't you see that you're lost without me?” Eddie's eyes were wide, full of emotion. His lips were beginning to form a pout. He watched as the singer reached out to the crowd as if offering a hand. During the second chorus, Eddie’s mind was somehow both blank and running wild. It felt as though multiple people were screaming in his head at once. It was loud, but he couldn’t distinguish a single thing, rendering the voices void.

The lead walked back and stood right next to the other guitarist, the bassist walking up to stand on the other side of them. They all stood in a line as they rocked out together, the bassist keeping rhythm as the guitarists swapped solos. Eddie felt a strong pull on his heart watching the musicians get lost in the music together. Even the keyboardist had a solo to shine, just before the arena went nearly silent, save for the three notes played on the keyboard and a symbol hit.

“Can't you see that you're lost without me?” The lights flashed with two beats.

“I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you.” Eddie could have sworn the lead’s eyes fell upon him in this moment, looking at him with sadness and understanding.

“I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you.” The singer closed their eyes and belted out the last word. Eddie felt like crying, his breath hollow and shaky. The backup singers repeat the chorus lines.

“I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you.” The last notes of the instruments rang out, the crowd going wild at the end of the song. Dustin’s loud cheers and voice crack brings Eddie back to reality. Dustin bumps against Eddie as he jumps up and down. For the first time, Eddie’s eyes are ripped away from the stage. He blinks away the wetness collecting in his eyes as he takes in the enthusiasm of the crowd and his friend. He was already emotional from the song and its lyrics, but now that pressure in his chest returned for a different reason, the burn of desire and pull of longing. He longed to be the one they were cheering for, God, was he a mix of emotions right now. His eyes were now wide with wonder. The environment was thrilling.

The end of the song leads directly into the next, the drummers hi hat counting the guitarists off. The next song was also emotional for Eddie. The last song made him feel vulnerable, as if the darkness and pain he felt was being called out in front of thousands. This song made him feel almost hopeful. He didn’t feel alone. He was able to enjoy the excitement of being front row at a concert. He bounced along with Dustin, headbanging and dancing around with his curly-haired friend. He felt good. He was smiling, wiping his curls around. He and Dustin played air guitar during the solos without even knowing the song. The bright smile on his younger friend’s face brought joy to his heart. It was like Eddie got to share an experience he wished he could’ve given to his younger self. They shared a crazed laugh after the song ended.

Every song after that was full of highs. Some performances were erotic, pleasing the crowd with the sensual roles the band played. Some were emotional, raw, songs of pain, songs of love, and songs of heartbreak. Overall the concert was euphoric.

Eddie and Dustin spent the few final seconds of the concert screaming at each other, jumping up and down. The band was leaving the stage, and the lights began to dim. Just before it went completely dark, the same lady from earlier came out of nowhere, causing both boys to jump in surprise at her sudden appearance. “Come on, hot shot! We need you backstage!” She shouts over the crowd. Eddie looks back at Dustin.

“I’ll stay here! I have the best seat in the house!” He shouts with a big gummy grin.

Eddie nods, “Wish me luck!” He said as the lady began pulling him away.

“You got this!” Dustin shouts after him.

Just as Eddie made it backstage, the lady let go of him, giving him instruction to stay close before she disappeared into the many moving pieces of staff. Eddie wandered a bit closer to the stage’s artist entrance/exit. As he got closer to the stage, he caught a glimpse of the band members he just watched perform. His heart stopped, a wave of excitement and nervousness washing over him. Eddie didn’t know where his confidence came from, but he walked right up to them, “You guys rocked!” He says enthusiastically, catching the attention of the few band members closest to him. He recognized them to be the drummer, the bassist, and the keyboardists. The three turned to him and smiled.

“Wow, thanks man!” The towering, slender drummer said with a big smile, nudging Eddie on the shoulder with his fist. “Means a lot.” Eddie returned a smile up to him.

“Hey, you were in the pit right?” The bassist points out, pointing a finger in Eddie’s direction. Eddie turns his gaze to the strawberry blonde and nods in response. “You looked really into it.” He chuckled.

Eddie’s face warms up a bit, and he shrugs, “I mean you guys were awesome. You all have great chemistry. I came in blind and was blown away.” The taller bassist raises his brows and nods with an impressed frown.

“Well, thank you.”

“Hey, aren’t you that guy who did that cover of Master of Puppets?” The drummer chimes back in, grabbing Eddie’s attention again.

“You’ve heard of me?” Eddie asks, shocked.

“Of course, we’re all big Metallica fans. Marley was the one who showed you to all of us.” He says pointing to the keyboardist on the opposite side of the bassist.

“Yeah! I knew you looked familiar!” The shorter, brunette says, snapping as her memory is jogged. “Great video! It was like a proper music video. I loved all the special effects. It looked like you were literally rocking out in hell.” The three bandmates shared a laugh, agreeing.

“Wow, thanks! I’ll have to pass that down to Dustin. He’s the tech genius.”

“Did you win a backstage pass or something?” The drummer asks.

“Yeah, the video was actually my submission to a contest we found in a magazine. I won and got invited to play with Metallica!” Eddie says proudly. The three band members all dropped their jaws, looking at him with wide eyes.

“No fucking way!”

“That’s fucking awesome!”

“You are so lucky!” Eddie boasts in pride as they all praise him.

“What happened?” Another chimes in. Eddie’s eyes follow the source of the voice. A figure walks around from behind the short keyboardist, now known as Marley. It's you. Eddie felt time slow as he took in your appearance.

Your dark hair was wild, curling every which way, some shorter strands sticking to your damp forehead. The hair on the left side of your face was tucked behind your left ear, the strands on the right side falling in front of your right eye. You were just tall enough to look Eddie right in the eyes but were still just an inch or so shorter. Your blood red coat was now undone, exposing the black undershirt. Eddie had to keep himself from staring at the exposed skin of your neck like a deprived little boy.

“Remember that video of the guy shredding Master of Puppets? He got invited to play with Metallica tonight.” The bassist states, pointing at Eddie. Eddie’s eyes make their way back up to your face. You were turned to look at the bassist as he spoke, giving Eddie a perfect view of your profile.

“Oh, really?” You turn to look at Eddie. He nods, unusually speechless. “That’s so cool, congrats, dude. You’re really talented. You deserve it.” You offer him a small smile. He returns the smile ten fold.

“Thank you. That means a lot coming from you, from you guys. You’re the real rockstars.” Eddie replies, rushed. You let out an amused huff through your nose.

The small keyboardist interrupts the small moment between you two, “Well, we’re all going to the pit to watch. We’ll see you out there!” The rest of them nodded. The three start to walk away, heading to their dressing room to change out of their stage outfits. You stay behind for an extra few seconds. Eddie felt as though you could see right through him. He is snapped out of his little trance when he feels a pat on his upper arm.

“Knock ‘em dead, rockstar.” You narrow your eyes and give him another small smirk, before walking away in the same direction as the others.

Eddie felt electricity running through his entire body. He stood there for an extra few seconds after you disappeared. A toothy smile crept onto his lips, and he slowly began jumping up and down, fanboying a little. He lets out a yell. Some of the staff in his immediate vicinity turn to give him weird looks. He stops making a scene and lifts a hand in a small wave as if to say ‘sorry, carry on’ to those who stopped to look at him. He smiled to himself.

“Eddie Munson?” He turned to find a guy with a headset and a clipboard scanning the area. Eddie raises his hand.

“That’s me!” The mustached man motions for him to come. Eddie jogs up to them, and they start listing off instructions.

“Alright, the guys are going to go out first. A few songs in, they will give you a queue to join them on stage. You’ll play then run back off stage in time for them to play their next song, just like you practiced. Got it? Good.” This guy was pretty cut and dry which Eddie raised a brow at, but he nodded none-the-less. Shortly after their one sided conversation ended, Eddie was ushered to the edge of the stage entrance. He still couldn’t get over being in the same room as his idols. They all turned to him and cheered.

“There he is!” THE James Hetfield said loudly. Eddie gets a couple pats on the back.

“Let’s go rock the house down, kid.” Lars said, giving Eddie a fist bump before the band heads out and to their places on stage. Eddie watches from the side, in complete bliss.

As the first song begins, the older lady from earlier hands him his guitar, smiling sweetly at him before walking away. He gives the guitar a kiss, “Can you believe this, sweetheart?” He throws the strap over his shoulder.

Eddie peeks out into the crowd and quickly spots Dustin losing his mind, bringing a laugh out of Eddie. Not far off from his friend, he could see a couple of the band members from before. He recognizes the three he met backstage. They were standing with another dark haired guy and a dirty blonde girl he didn’t meet earlier, but Eddie assumed they were in the band too. Eddie observed them all cheering for the legends on stage, then his eyes landed on you. You were singing and dancing with the dark haired guy he hadn’t met. The anxiety Eddie was feeling about his upcoming performance was quickly swapped with a pang of jealousy. He wanted to be the guy dancing and having fun with you.

“Eddie Munson!” Eddie’s head snaps back towards the stage to see James raising a hand in his direction.

“You’re on, kid!” Someone yells.

Eddie takes a deep breath. “You’re on, Munson.” He whispers to himself before running out on stage.

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Do you remember when we used to sing?

Eddie is away on tour while Steve is taking care of their daughter a few hours away. Too bad she can't fall asleep without her special bedtime song...

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Steve’s brows pinched together as the cries grew in pitch and volume, almost drowning out the familiar click of ‘Hey it’s Eddie, call me back or don’t, I’m not your mother.’ from the speaker of his phone. 

He had shifted from frustrated to desperate as he glanced over at their daughter, red faced and snot nosed. Bedtime was a solid hour past due and didn’t seem to be looming any closer. 

“It’s okay, sweets, we’ll call him again.” Steve soothed as he ran a hand down the toddler’s back. 

“Daddy!!!” She screamed again, choking with the effort of her sobs, as she squeezed her eyes shut. It had been love at first sight for Eddie and Steve when they had met Rayne’s mother. She was young, just turning 20 in the fall, with curly blonde hair and big brown eyes. She was looking for someone who wanted a baby that couldn’t naturally have their own and the agent connected the dots for them. After several months, little Rayne was theirs.

“I know,” Steve muttered as he pulled up Eddie’s contact again. Eddie had taken a break from touring after the adoption of their daughter but had recently started back up. It started off pretty well, the excitement of getting to have a Dad weekend with Steve pulling her through, but now the newness was gone and all little Rayne Munson-Harrington wanted was Eddie. 

Eddie usually found weekend gigs but had found a week long slot in a club in St. Louis that promised great publicity and even better payment, so Corroded Coffin hit the road and Steve held down the fort with some help from Robin and Wayne. They were obligated to babysit, she was named after both of them afterall, and he was grateful because work had been taxing enough without adding a feisty 4 year old to the mix. 

A flu bug was sweeping it’s way through Hawkin’s Elementary and it spared no casualties in Steve’s kindergarten classroom. He spent the day trying to keep the class from putting things in their mouths and making sure everyone washed their hands, sending a child or two home after seeing the greenish pale tints of nausea pass over their faces. He knew that he’d have to deal with kids puke at some point, especially as a parent, but he’d like to avoid it at all costs. 

“Pick up your phone you ass.” He hissed through clenched teeth, rocking the inconsolable girl in his arms as he dialed again.

***

Eddie first felt the familiar jolt of vibration in his back pocket  just after the first chorus. The second time was just a few verses later. He smiled into the microphone as he continued to sing, ignoring his phone. The third time was in the bridge of the song, a particularly terrible time to take a call as Eddie’s hands were preoccupied with his guitar. The fourth time happened in the final notes of the song. The fifth during the applause. Eddie frowned as he pulled the device from his pocket, ignoring a glare from Jeff.

“Hey guys, you won’t believe this but my husband is facetiming me right now. This is like the fifth time he’s called so I’m going to answer, everybody be quiet and let’s see how long it takes him to remember that we had a later show tonight.” Eddie laughed as the audience silenced quickly. Steve’s irritated yet grateful face popped up on the screen seconds later.

“Hey love…” He crooned with a cheeky smirk.

“Your daughter is very upset with you.” Steve ignored the affectionate nickname. 

“Why is she my daughter whenever she’s mad?” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Is she alright?”

“She’s been screaming since 8:30 Eds.” Steve ran a hand through his hair and blew out an exasperated sigh. “She’s refusing to sleep until you do it, that’s why I’ve been calling.”

“Steve I’m um…” Eddie glanced nervously at the audience in front of him. “Kind of in the middle of something.”

“Yeah I wanted to be relaxing right now too but our kid needs her dad and since he’s five hours away the very least he could do is sing her the damn song so that we all can get some rest.” Steve squinted at him. “You’re being weirder than usual. Are the guys there with you?”

“Yeah the guys are definitely with me.” Eddie ignored Gareth’s snicker. “Can I call you-”

“Edward, so help me God, sing the song so that she can go to sleep.” Steve interrupted. “Look at her.” Steve turned the camera to the distraught little girl and Eddie’s heart clenched.

“Hi angel, I hear you’re a little sad.” He frowned in solidarity with her as her lip stuck out. “No, don't cry, it’s okay Ray Ray.” She howled louder, tears popping from her wet lashes. He winced as he lip quivered, his resolve wearing down to nothing. He glanced over at Gareth, leaning over to whisper to him before looking back to his phone.

“Alright fine, let’s sing it, yeah?” Eddie placated. “You’re breaking my heart Bambi.” The wide eyes and long lashes practically gifted the nickname to her. He glanced back at Gareth who gave him a thumbs up before looking at the audience. “Daddy’s band is going to help him sing it, is that okay?” Rayne whimpered as she nodded, snuggled into Steve’s arms as he held the phone in front of her.

“Wait, are you on stage right now?” Steve leaned forward. “Shit, I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to interrupt the performance.”

“You couldn’t interrupt if you tried.” Eddie smiled. “Isn’t that right?” Steve could hear cheers from the audience. “We love our rock and roll family here and we honor our traditions, most of all the bedtime song. Ready boys? Sing along if you know it, our most honored guest is in the audience tonight and would love to hear you guys.”

With that, Jeff  played the opening notes on the guitar while Gareth tapped out the beat with the rarely used tambourine. The bass thumped along to Eddie’s singing, and though it admittedly wasn’t their usual style, the band loved Rayne like she was their niece and they would play anything to make her happy.

“-In the misty morning fog with our hearts a-thumping” Eddie held the microphone in one hand and the phone in the other, beaming at the smile on Steve’s face. “And you, my brown eyed girl.” Rayne giggled and clapped, tears still on her cheeks but sadness having finally passed. 

***

Hours and miles away, Steve smiled as he shut the door to his daughter's bedroom, the nightlight softly glowing, as he hummed the song to himself. Tomorrow there would be a series of tweets about Eddie going soft and videos flying all around the internet, but for now, and for the first time that evening, the Munson-Harrington home was quiet.

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First impressions

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Y/N L/N’s voice was a constant in Eddie’s house with his daughter, Isla, being a huge fan. He most likely listened to Y/N’s album more than the singer herself had. And as soon as Y/N L/N had announced her tour Isla had been begging for tickets. And one thing about Eddie is that he would do anything for his little girl, so he patiently waited for when the tickets would go on sale. And when they did, he was busy. Of course.

Eddie, even though he has been out of the limelight for a decade now, he never stopped working in the industry. He now was a producer, and god he loved it, he may have loved it even more than being a recording artist. 

So of course he was working with one of his favourite clients, finishing a song they had been working on for a while now. Working past their set hours of today. 

He had only learned he missed the tickets, completely forgetting it was today, when Isla comes barrelling down the stairs of their New York penthouse.

“Dad! Tickets were today! Did you get us some?” Isla said, hastily, clearing having been waiting hours for her Dad to get home. 

Eddie on the other hand can’t believe he forgot, it’s just been the only thing Isla had been talking about for the last few weeks. He felt awful, he never wanted to disappoint her. So he lied. 

“Of course I did, Sweetie!” What else was he supposed to do? When Isla jumped into his arms in joy, he almost didn’t even feel guilty. Almost, because now he had to think of a way to get himself out of this. 

“Oh, my god! Thank you, Daddy! I have to go tell Jenna!”

As soon as Isla was out of Eddie’s sight, his slime slipped right off his face. He had to jump right into action. Being in the industry helped, but being a legend to the industry helped more. Eddie emailed his team, to try their best to get tickets, spare the cost. When they all came back empty handed, he went onto his next order of business, getting in contact with the woman herself. Now he couldn’t exactly get into contact with her directly, he messaged her team. Which in his opinion was close enough. 

Y/N’s team had responded first thing the next morning, sharing a more than enthusiastic response, saying he and his daughter could even have backstage passes. At that Eddie couldn’t wait to tell Isla, not only would she be going to Y/N’s concert, that would also get to meet her idol.

-

Today was the long awaited day, the day of Y/N’s concert. It wasn’t only Eddie and Isla that were excited for tonight's show, Y/N’s team had told her today that Eddie Munson, a rock legend, and his daughter would be attending her show. Y/N always gets nervous before shows, but knowing that Eddie Munson would be in the crowd and that she would be meeting him after the show, caused an unforeseen amount of worry to form in Y/N’s stomach. 

But as usual all the nervousness and worrying thoughts left as soon as she played the first note of ‘emails i can’t send’ as the concert began.

-

Eddie did not expect to enjoy the concert that much, the music itself wasn’t exactly his style, but it was the presence that Y/N had on stage that captivated him. And it was at this point Eddie realised he had never seen a picture of Y/N before, and god was she gorgeous. She had this beauty that ran deeper than just her looks, her smile redacted warmth and her kindness shown through when she talked to the crowd. 

Eddie naturally felt awkward about his attraction towards her, she was easily 20 years younger than him, his son had a better shot than he did. But that sure as hell didn’t stop the thoughts that came into mind when Y/N sang her more explicit lyrics. 

And with Eddie’s new found attraction towards Y/N, it only made him nervous for their meeting after the show. 

-

Eddie and Isla were currently walking down the hallway they were directed to, with Isla leading the way. And when Y/N came into their view standing at the snack table, drinking a bottle of water, Isla ran up to Y/N not being able to contain her excitement. Eddie in the meantime, having a reaction to seeing Y/N of his own. Eddie froze, his breath caught in his throat.

“Hi! Oh god, I can’t believe I’m meeting you! Can I have a hug?”

“Of course, sweetie. You’re Isla right?” Y/N said, pulling Isla into a tight hug.

“Yes. I can’t believe you know my name.” As Isla was having an existential crisis, Eddie spoke up, finally having the courage.

“Hi, I’m Eddie. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yes, you too! My parents love your music.”

“Oh, that aged me.” Eddie joked back, with no real offence in his voice. Though he did place a hand on his heart to seal the deal.

“No! Please, you’re not that old. You’re what 35- 40” Y/N said, looking into Eddie’s eyes, her cheeks spread in a wide smile.

“Now I know you’re kidding.”

“No, really I’m not. How old are you?”

“46.”

“No!”

“Yes.”

While the two had their little back and forth, Isla recovered from her crisis, and watched the two adults that were clearly both into each other. So of course in true Isla fashion, she did everything she could to make her idol, a possible new step-mom.

“He’s single too.” Isla blurted out, she’s never been good with filters.

“Isla-”

“Is he?”

“Oh- I- I’m not- you’re not-” Eddie stutters, not knowing exactly how to respond to that.

“Well, I’m staying in New York for a couple weeks, you could call me?” Y/N says, having no idea where this new found confidence of hers is coming from. But nonetheless runs with it, grabbing a napkin from the snack table the trio was standing by and writing for number on  it before handing it to Eddie.

“Um, I have to now. It was so lovely meeting you Isla, and it was great meeting you Eddie..”

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[eddiiiieeee]

Hate myself for loving you!

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar! Reader

warning: language and adult themes

enemies to lovers (slow burn)

events of upside never happened.

face claims for Miranda and Mark are Maryl streep and robert di naro

border/lace credit to @benkeibear

the songs mentioned and lyrics are current songs. they ARE NOT MINE. i will be listing the songs in a separate post. but imagine whatever song in a rock/metal sound.

1989!

“absolutely fucking not.” Eddie scoffed as he glared and Mark, Corroded Coffins manager. The rest of the guys stayed absolutely quiet. “and why not Munson? mind you ever since you two started out they’ve always been on top of us no matter what! so what could possibly make you not want to make a song together! you both play the same genre so what the fuck is the problem now Munson?” Mark said as he glared at Eddie. “Problem is they are a fucking disgrace to rock music! simple.” Eddie said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“fuck no!” y/n said as she stared at Stacey in complete disgust, The girls looking over at y/n knowing the exact reason for her outburst. “and why not?” Miranda asked raising her eyebrows at y/n which wasn’t a good sign. “because… we always top their songs on the charts! we’d be doing them a favour if anything.” y/n said as she crossed her hands over her chest. Miranda wasn’t convinced. she knew there was a reason. but she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

“he threw a whole tantrum, said that he refused to sing with a bunch of disgraces to the rock world as he put it” Mark said over the phone as Miranda walked down the halls of their record label, walking back to her office as her assistant followed her. “threatening wouldn’t work….” Miranda mumbled as she moved to sit on her chair, behind her desk “i’m all out of ideas Miranda.” Robert huffed as Miranda rubbed the bridge of her nose “i’ll call you back Mark” Miranda said as she ended the call and stared at the frame on her desk. a picture of all the girls when they won their first grammy.

Eddie walked out the building and rolled his eyes as their cameras began flashing. it was a well known fact all over the world that Eddie munsons biggest enemy was paparazzi. they annoyed him too much. he put his glasses on before walking over to his car, pushing through the large crowd as he made it inside his car and drove off, not giving a fuck who was where. he just wanted to go home and relax. he took a glance at his glove box. knowing exactly what he’d hid in there. when he moved to open it he took a glance back at the street only to press on the break

1986!

Eddie ran through the hallways of hawkins, in his first, was a paper. hes going to graduate. the most important thing right now was to find her and tell her that he’d done it. that he’d passed. he’d gotten to her locker right when she did, he wrapped his arms around her and spun her around before slamming his lips against hers as she let out a fit of giggles. once he put her down he looked at her as he wore the biggest smile she’d ever seen on his face. “what?” y/n giggled as she licked her lips, wiping off her red lipstick from Eddie’s face.

“i’m fucking graduating. i passed!” Eddie smiled as he handed y/n the paper, she grabbed it her smile soon after copying the same one he had on his face. “you did it! i’m so proud of you!” she smiled as she hugged him tightly. Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist again as he felt her arms around his neck. he took in her scent as he kissed the side of her head. “and since i did, i’m taking you out for dinner and then a lovely two course desert back at my place” he teased as he bumped their noses, causing y/n to smile as she gave him a peck “i’m not apposed to the idea” she smiled before watching as Dustin ran over to the two

“watch it ya fucking asshole!” y/n yelled as she had pulled Robin back from getting run over, therefore their coffee landing all over the road. the girls were too caught up in making sure they were ok that they hadn’t noticed who the driver was. Eddie had noticed who he almost ran over, his face fell for a moment before he hit the gas and sped off. y/n glared at the car from the back cursing under her breath “i hate new yorkers.” y/n said as Robin chuckled “if you haven’t realised we are new yorkers” Robin said to which y/n rolled her eyes

“you wanna get another coffee?” Robin asked as y/n shrugged “sure, the asshole ruined mine anyway” she said as she put her hands back into her leather coats jacket as she and robin walked back into the store. Eddie gulped as he’d realised who he almost ran over, he rubbed his chest as he felt it tighten. their time together bringing tears to his eyes. it was all his fault. she hated him and it was his fault. she would never believe him. he missed her. ached for her. Eddie turned the radio on in hopes of it changing his mood. but he was met with her voice booming through the stereo. it was the song that made Glass Army the band that it is today. the song came out right after Corroded coffin released their first single, Vampire. which was dedicated to y/n. “up next! Glass Army’s hit song, I don’t care!” the radio host said as the song started.

Eddie remembers vividly the first time he heard the song. the hurt in y/n’s voice in the recording. which was kept in. it was her response to Vampire and Eddie knew it, because the cover of Vampire was a polaroid of y/n’s hand on Eddie’s guitar. her face didn’t show, it was just her hands around the neck of his guitar. they took the picture after y/n jokingly got long nails with bats on them for their prom. they looked great and that’s why Eddie took the picture, she had slipped on all his rings too. but the cover image to i don’t care was a bunch of polaroids, on fire. one of the polaroids were of Eddie’s old van and their tree carvings. of course, the E in the picture was burnt out but Eddie knew.

1986!

y/n giggled as Eddie inspected each nail “that’s so fucking cool baby” Eddie chuckled as y/n smiled, moving to peck his lips before grabbing his hands and slipping his rings off, if this was in any other instance with someone else, Eddie would’ve caused a scene at his rings being taken, but it was y/n. he’d give her his soul and organs if she asked. y/n laid on Eddie’s bed as she grabbed sweetheart from next to her, placing it on her as she wrapped her hands on its neck in a way to show off her nails, Eddie grabbed his camera and snapped a bunch of pictures.

Wayne smiled as he heard their giggles through the walls. Eddie put the guitar and camera aside before he climbed on top of y/n, his hands on either side of her head, his lips ghosting hers as she stared into his eyes. their lips connected as they moved to the rythme of ‘still loving you’ by the scorpions in the back. “you know i love you?” Eddie muttered against her lips as her lipstick smeared off, she nodded kissing him again as she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him close “i know ed’s…i know.” she muttered back

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[melodymunson]

Eddie Munson x Reader x Corroded Coffin groupie

A little mayhem never hurt anyone

Eddie has a tour with his band Corroded Coffin and you go along as band manager and you are Eddie's long-term girlfriend. You and Eddie end up meeting another girl who was one of his band's biggest fans and you, along with Eddie, show her the best night of her life. Takes place in the late 80s. Reader Eddie and Groupie are all in their young 20s.

18+ only absolutely no exceptions. This is filth.

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Sexual content, sexual themes, 3some, handjob, blowjob, pussy eating, p in v sex, fingering, girl on girl, lesbian sex, spit kink, facials.

Corroded Coffin had a small line of gigs lined up and what made it super awesome was that they could finally tour outside of Indiana and the small town of Hawkins. Eddie was thrilled when he found out the news and he, of course, told you right away. Once he knew he would play some shows, he was super excited because the band would open for none other than the thrash metal band known as Carnivore with frontman Peter Steele. It was going to be an amazing summer and Eddie already had the tour bus for his band purchased. You were a temporary fill-in as the bass player for the tour in 1987 when Grant temporarily took a hiatus. The year was now 1988. Eddie had spent the earlier half of the year working at the video rental place with Robin and Steve, and had a good portion of the money saved up combined with contributions from the other band members and savings from their music sales. When the day finally came to start the tour, you packed and loaded your bags on the bus. You and Eddie were wearing matching Hellfire Club tee shirts. He also had on his signature Dio vest and you had on your favorite leather jacket with pins from all of your favorite rock and metal bands. The first night of the tour was in Indianapolis. Of course, you had side-stage access to the tour and you couldn’t wait for it to start. It was going to be your first summer away from home and you couldn’t wait. Little did you know it would end up being the best summer of your life. Once you arrived at the tour's first stop, you went backstage and did your makeup.

By the time that the soundcheck had started, you were watching front-row and seeing your man play a cover of Master of Puppets by Metallica. You were so proud of Eddie and he couldn’t take his eyes off you as he played on the stage. Showtime soon arrived, and you were side-stage as the lights went down and the crowd cheered on Corroded Coffin. Eddie took the stage first and once the rest of the band started playing, he joined in and played an original song. One girl in the crowd caught your eye pretty quickly. She was gorgeous and one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life. Her style was like yours and she had long black hair. She had on all black and red leather, sultry dark makeup, spiked jewelry, and the prettiest hazel eyes. It was then you noticed her Corroded Coffin logo tattoo. There were multiple tattoos adorning her body but the band's logo tattoo stood out. She knew every single word to each song and once Corroded Coffin finished playing, you went up to her and asked her name. She told you her name was Brody, and you gave her a backstage VIP all-access pass. The band was celebrating their first show with drinks at the bar and you and Eddie were watching Carnivore. Soon Brody stopped by the bar asking you and Eddie if you wanted some drinks and you gladly accepted her offer ordering beers and some shots of whiskey. You clinked glasses and gave a toast to keeping rock n’ roll alive.

When Carnivore was close to ending their set you whispered to Eddie you were heading back to the tour bus and he promised he would be there shortly. The rest of the band was off partying and you told Brody to stop by the bus in about ten minutes or so. When you were on the bus you changed into something more comfortable- a black lingerie slip. Soon after Eddie came onto the bus. He passionately kissed you as he took off his jacket and pushed you down onto the bed. A knock came mere minutes later and you looked at him with a raise of your brows.

“I bet that’s Brody, huh? What do you say we ask her to stay the night with us?” He asked mischievously.

“Sure. I thought you’d never ask. I guess things would be even more fun with another person."

He slapped your ass as you got up and waited patiently on the bed as you opened the doors to the bus and invited Brody inside.

“That show was amazing. I am really glad we met. Eddie’s band is one of the best I’ve ever seen live. I don’t mean to be a fangirl, but can I get his autograph?”

It was endearing to you how she truly loved Corroded Coffin. Some girls had made it backstage to hook up with you and Eddie, but her passion for his music seemed genuine.

“Of course, but right now, you should just relax and talk to us for a bit. Do you want anything to drink?”

“Sounds like a good idea, but I’m fine for right now and I don’t need a drink. I think it's pretty awesome how you were Corroded Coffin's bassist for the band on the tour last year."

"Thanks, that means a lot. Grant is a great guy, but I would be lying if I said it wasn't the time of my life and I wish I could tour with the band more often.”

As you walked to the back of the bus, she followed you and once she saw Eddie's head banging along to Metallica's Master of Puppets on the radio, she got into the music too. He noticed and flashed her a big grin as she sat down next to him on the bed.

You wasted no time getting closer to her and giving her a signed Corroded Coffin poster, touching her hand and fingers as you gave it to her.

“Thanks. This is so great. I was thinking about following more of the tour. I hope you don't think that’s weird. I have so many posters and tee shirts of Corroded Coffin,” she added. She set the signed poster aside on the bedside table.

“That just really shows the band you love them and true dedication. It's great you are going to do that. Also love the Corroded Coffin tattoo” Eddie told her with a wink. It flattered him, to say the very least.

"Thanks its my favorite one."

So far, Brody seemed like the greatest fan ever. She was the perfect supporter- a fan any band would be lucky to have.

“I just want you to be comfortable with us,” you mused.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Brody asked as she looked at you with equal parts amusement and curiosity in her eyes.

“I’m just thinking about how hot it would be if we all kissed,” you suggested with a raise of your brows.

She looked at you, then Eddie, and back towards you again as a slight blush formed on her cheeks. She thought about what you had just propositioned, as so got up to get closer to you. She straddled your lap and leaned forward to crash her lips against yours, answering with actions instead of words. It turned you on so badly and made you want her even more.

She smelled like vanilla and eucalyptus, and you loved how she tasted. You kissed her back even harder and made her grind on your lap. When the kiss broke, you gestured Eddie closer to you both with a crook of your finger. He removed his shirt but put back on the denim jacket with his heavy metal patches, then kissed you with tongue as Brody watched. After possibly the best French kiss you ever had before, she leaned in towards Eddie and kissed him deeply. You moved your hands to her clothed breasts and cupped them as she moaned against his lips. Your fingers moved under her dress, pushing it up and ripping her tights along the way as she revealed to you she had no panties on. Your other hand still kneaded her breast and tweaked her nipples through the thin black material. Turning back towards you, she kissed you again as your fingers found their way inside her tights, ripping them just a little more as you desperately fingered her. As she ground against your fingers moaning desperately, Eddie watched as he kissed and bit your neck. Everything that was happening was making you so wet and you could tell Eddie was rock hard now. Already she was soaking on your fingers as you pushed them even deeper inside of her. She felt so fucking good and amazing as your fingers worked their magic on her clit.

"Eddie, feel just how tight her pussy is," you suggested as you grabbed his hand and replaced your fingers with his.

He moved two long fingers deeply inside of her, strumming her like he would his guitar as they looked into each other's eyes. The grin he had on his face as he fingered her wet pussy was priceless. You had her taste your fingers of her juices which she sucked greedily.

“Fuck, I want you to fuck me. Please. Eat me out while Eddie watches,” she begged and pleaded desperately.

“You want to be my pillow princess, is that it? You want me to eat your desperate pussy because you are so needy and you just have to have my mouth?”

You slapped her ass with your hand as Eddie continued to finger fuck her before stopping and bringing his fingers to your lips, tapping them so you could taste. You did eagerly and swished your tongue over his slick fingers.

“Yes, I want it all. And I want Eddie to enjoy himself, too.”

“Babe, just being here with the two of you makes me happy.”

You smiled at him, then pushed her onto the bed, laying her down and ripping off the rest of her clothes.

"She tastes so fucking good." You eagerly kissed him so he could get a taste too as Brody watched, clearly turned on by it all. He nodded in agreement and got up, stripping off all his clothes as you removed your slip. He leaned in close to you and whispered into your ear.

“Please, her pussy, as I eat you out. I’ve been dying to taste your sweet pussy again,” he told you with a wicked grin on his face.

Once Eddie was naked, he cupped your sex with one hand and your ass with the other and finger fucked you as he squeezed and spanked your ass. Mewls and moans escaped your lips. As he did this, you kissed and licked her inner thighs, wanting to get her nice and wet for you. He removed his fingers from your cunt and then sucked them clean. You were eager to feel his balls slapping against your ass. He took his time though with licking your clit and separating your pussy lips, wanting to give you the utmost pleasure and wanting you nice and wet before he fucked you. Your fingers moved over her wet entrance before you began to suck and tease her clit. Her pussy tasted so good and you loved how sweet it was.

"That feels so nice," she groaned as you pleased her with fingers and tongue as well as slaps against her pussy.

The wet and lewd sounds of you eating her out as he ate you out were such a turn-on, and you were getting wetter with each passing moment and more with each lick against your pussy.

"That's right baby, eat her out like it's your last meal. daddy's going to fuck you so fucking hard," he promised before giving your ass a few good slaps. Eddie stroked his cock and spit on it, then lined himself up at your entrance. It felt so nice to feel his big thick cock making contact with your aching and needy pussy again. It had been too long. He began inching in little by little as you began to slap and spank her pussy and she whined in pleasure and squeezed her breasts.

"I'm so fuckin wet daddy and her pussy tastes so fucking amazing," you moaned as he adjusted himself inside of you with a hand on your ass, his other hand pulling your hair back.

"I love fucking you baby and watching you please her," Eddie grunted.

He moved slowly at first, then picked up his pace as you licked, sucked, and spit on her clit while simultaneously rocking back and forth on his cock. He pounded into you mercilessly, wanting to make you feel amazing, and watched as you pleased her pussy. He felt his cock grow even harder as he fucked you, and a low groan escaped his lips. You messily ate her pussy, loving how she tasted. The sounds she was making and how she clenched the sheets beneath her with her fingers brought a smile to your face and made you want to make her cum even more. Your breasts bounced as Eddie fucked you deep and hard. His cock was already twitching inside of you.

"I love your mouth. Fuck! I love watching Eddie fuck you too," she whimpered loudly as she pleased her breasts pinching them and raising her hips to get even closer to your mouth.

"You taste so good and you are such a good girl for me," you seductively told her.

As you ate her out voraciously, she screamed your name and moaned her sounds echoing off the walls. You were so fucking wet and wanted to feel your fingers inside your pussy. You were so tight and he loved how the walls of your pussy hugged his huge cock. You could no longer resist the temptation to touch yourself, even though he didn't yet allow you to. As you fingered yourself, Eddie quickly noticed, and a scowl formed on his face.

"Don't touch yourself without my permission, doll. I want us to cum together," he forewarned you as he slapped your ass again, wanting to leave an imprint of red marks.

You removed your fingers and looked back at him with a bratty grin on your face, to which he grimaced. He slapped your ass even harder and left it a bit bruised as he fucked you at a fast pace. He wanted to make you cum and cry out his name, and he was eager to fill your pussy up with his cum. As he looked at you pleasing her, he watched the show eagerly and fucked you harder. The way he made you feel was amazing, and you were getting very close to your release.

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum."

"I know, baby girl. I know."

You fingered, sucked, and licked her pussy as you looked up at her with lust in your eyes.

"Fuck, that's so good. I love watching when you eat my pussy. Fuck!" She cried out as the loud sounds of fucking were heard throughout the tour bus.

His cock felt so good as he fucked in and out of you with deep thrusts and you were on the verge of cumming for him. It wouldn't be much longer before she would cum as well, because you knew just how to work her pussy like a pro. Her walls clenched tightly around your fingers as you ate her out, and her cries of pleasure were like music to your ears. It felt so wonderful to be eating her out as he pounded into you and pulled your hair. There truly wasn't a better position to be in.

As his pounding grew in intensity, his slaps on your ass became even rougher. Eddie loved watching you fuck another woman, and you wanted to please him so badly, but most of all it pleased you. The taste of her pussy and the sounds she was making let you know she was having the time of her life.

"I want to see Eddie make you cum," she cried out as she played with her breasts and watched him pound into your pussy as Eddie groaned.

"Eddie, your cock feels s'good," you moaned around her pussy.

"Make her cum, my dirty girl," he demanded you as he gently wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly.

The intensity of your licking and the thrusts of your fingers drove her over the edge as she whined and tugged on strands of your hair. Her eyes rolled back into her head as you pleased her and made her cum. She was so sexy and Eddie's deep and hard thrusts into your pussy and the slaps against your ass made your orgasm quickly approach.

Moments later, you came calling out his name, and he pulled out, feeling about ready to burst. Your mouths watered at the sight of him stroking his big length. Brody crawled over to you, spreading your pussy lips, looking at your wetness mixed with his pre-cum.

"Can I taste?" She inquired curiously.

"Please do."

She got down in front of you, wrapping your legs around her shoulders, and licked your sensitive bud as she swirled her tongue around your pussy, licking all of your wetness and sucking, making you moan so loud for her.

"Fuck, this is the hottest thing I've ever seen," Eddie groans lowly, resisting the urge to touch himself any longer so he wouldn't cum right there on the spot.

As she ate you out and made eye contact with you, you looked from her to Eddie, whimpering and moaning as you were getting overstimulated and nearing another orgasm.

"She's amazing at eating pussy, Eddie. Fucking me so good with her tongue I'm going to cum again," you mewled and pulled back her hair from her face tightly.

"Be a good slut and make her cum," he commanded as he kneaded her ass and slapped it.

Her tongue licked your pussy, then your ass, and she fingered you until you cried out, reaching your peak again. It felt so fucking good and had your legs shaking as she groaned into your pussy, then sucked her fingers clean.

After you rode out your high, you wasted no time sucking his cock into your mouth and beckoning her over. She crawled on her hands and knees over to you and Eddie and sucked on his balls as you deep-throated him.

"Yeah, you little sluts want my cum on your faces, huh?" He tsked. "Such dirty little girls."

Not being able to last much longer, he pulled out of your mouth and gave his cock a few final thrusts.

You both opened your mouths wide for him as he began to cum first on your tongue and face and then on hers, panting as his release left his body.

"So fucking hot. Taking my load so well. Fuck," he grunted as he stood back and watched you lick your fingers clean and spit some of his cum into her mouth. She spits back into your mouth and kisses you with her tongue as you share your reward. You swallowed and so did Brody. You both opened your mouths, showing him that his cum was all gone now. Watching with satisfaction, Eddie wiped the sweat from his brow. He tasted so fucking good and that night was one you wouldn't soon forget.

Taking groupies back to your tour bus, women and men alike was nothing new, but this girl was special. You gave her a backstage pass, one she could use for the rest of the tour and any dates she wished to attend. And she went to more of Eddie's shows, which led to more mind-blowing sex. Eddie trusted you and you trusted Eddie, and nothing came between the two of you. When you were on the road and had your fun- that was for the tours and after your rock shows as a reward. What happens on the road stays on the road, but that tour was one of the most memorable. What they said about bassists and guitarists having the best fingers was true. Now Brody knew it, too.

soundtrack

mayhem and Rock show by Halestorm animal by WASP nib by black sabbath rock of Ages by Def Leppard turn you by In This Moment I like it rough by Lady Gaga I love rock n' roll by Joan Jett girls girls girls by Motley Crue nothing but a good time by poison my lady dominate by William Control

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Rock N Roll Will Never Die - Eddie Munson One Shots +18 Daddy Chapter 11

Minor DNI

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Eddie Munson comes home from his tour. Rockstar Eddie Munson. Daddy. SMUT warning. Language.

Eddie's POV:

"I love you, man; but, I'm home for one fuckin' week. Leave me alone. Yeah?"

"I called Jeff and Gareth. They said that you know,"your manager groans.

"They would," you chuckle as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

"Blame them. Alright? What two songs are you guys playin'? That's all I need. Give me anything I can tell these SNL fuckers. Just pick a-"

"Black Smoke" and "Hellfire". Satisfied?" You cut him short as you drift into the driveway.

"Yes! Jesus fuck. Thank you."

"Lose my number. I'll talk to you on Friday."

"Love you too," he chuckles, lazily. "See you then, Munson. Give the best to y/n and the kids."

"Umm yeah... Gotta go," you sigh as you watch the scene playing out in front of you. Jesus Christ. Problems already? This kid... Why is he me? Fuck. I'm getting it back tenfold.

You roll down the window, eavesdropping shamelessly; watching Harbor Harrington clamber the rest of the way out the window. Paxton leans toward her, cig dangling from his lips; no shirt on his lanky body, and a neck full of fresh hickeys.

"Tell him you went to Juliette's house, darlin'," he smirks; exhaling two streams of smoke through his nose. "I'll be right down. M'kay?"

"Don't take too long, Paxi. We're gonna be late."

Paxi? You can't help but snort out a sleepy snicker.

"Late for school? I don't care about that shit, Harrington. When did you turn into such a good girl anyway?" He flirts.

Paxton hooks his hand around the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her caramel-colored hair.

"I'm not a good girl, Paxi?"

Enough. Make it end. You open your car door, slamming it shut. The two of them fall silent. 

"Welp. Now or never," you gripe as you press the door open; Harbor lowers herself down the side of the house, clearly aware of your arrival as she does her best to hide. Like it matters, sweetheart... Your Jeep is parked right outside the gate.

"Have a nice day, Harbor," you sigh.

She looks around the house, giving you a guilty grin and a wave. "Uh-h... Hi, Mr. Munson," she stammers. "You too."

Harbor looks back at the window; no Paxton to be seen. Quickly scampering to her car. An even thicker cloud of smoke pours out, wafting away.

Jesus Christ, Pax.

You throw your head down, shuffling up toward the door. Climbing up a few steps before you grab the knob. There's a ruckus behind it already. My babies. Jerking it open you step through the threshold, a roar of joy following.

"Daddy!" Poppy shrieks at the top of her lungs. Her feet patter against the hardwood floor, Otto trails close behind. You squat down to their level, waiting for them to round the corner.

You meet their twinkling eyes; smiles, doubling. They crash into your arms, crawling on you to get closer. You hold them tight, taking in their smell; a wide smile sets on your lips as well. "I missed you, two."

"Missed you, Daddy," Otto smiles. Poppy gives you an all-too-wet kiss on the cheek before nuzzling in again.

"I love you, Daddy," she whispers.

"I love you, princess. And, I love you too, bud."

As soon as they come, they leave; tearing back to the kitchen leaving y/n standing in the doorframe, giving you a moment.

Y/n chuckles; a beautiful smile playing on her perfect lips, giving you the butterflies. Still. She walks your way, wrapping her arms around your neck.

Picking her up in a hug, you pull her in tight. "Fuck. I missed my girl," you mumble against her skin, pressing a gentle kiss on the crook of her neck. "I love you, sweetheart."

You set her down on the ground, not letting her leave your arms. Matching her gaze you feel yourself at peace again. "I love you too, Eds," she whispers.

Damn, I missed her voice. Cupping her soft cheek in your hand you kiss her again, feeling her smile against your mouth. "What?" You laugh, lightly. 

"You smell like weed," she hums.

"That ain't me, baby girl."

"What?" She draws back, wide-eyed. "Pax?"

"Mhmm..."

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head in frustration. "I said no weed," she whizzes. You blurt out a laugh, throwing your head back. Y/n slaps your chest, a little scowl setting on her pouty lips. "Eds... He has ISS."

"ISS?"

"In-school suspension..."

"Oh shit. What'd I miss?" You breathe as you shut your eyes tightly. "Lay it on me, y/n."

"Apparently, he sells weed."

"Why?" You whine. "It's not like he needs to..."

"He said we wouldn't buy him a truck. So, he's gonna buy his own."

"Alls I said was 'he had to get a job'."

"Technically... he did."

"Technically... I guess," you huff; rolling your eyes away. "He is killin' me.Did you know Harrington was here?"

Y/n's mouth falls open in disgust. "She was not... She left last night!"

"Nah... And, from the looks of it, it was a long night," you wince; shuddering in disgust, y/n echoing the same.

"Can you talk to him?" Y/n whispers; her tired eyes pleading with yours. "I thought I was doin' a good job, Eds. Shit's fallin' through the cracks."

"You." You bind her in your arms, tugging her closer. "You are doing an amazing job, y/n."

"Thank you," she whispers, weakly. Y/n's attention gets ripped away; brows furrowing in annoyance as she glances out the front window, watching as Paxton lowers himself from above. "Now? Please."

"Of course, honey." You give her one last kiss, turning toward the door; breaking out in a little trot, throwing the entry open. "Pax!"

Paxton turns on his heels, looking back at you annoyedly; his mother's scowl and a button nose, the rest of him all you.

"Edward."

"Scuse me?" You challenge; making him shift his stance. He crosses his arms over his tight Metallica tee, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"I'm just kiddin'. Calm your tits."

"Sure..." You scoff. "I missed you. Weren't you gonna say 'hi' or anything?" He crushes the grass with his combat boot, throwing his gaze to the ground to avoid eye contact. "Pax?"

"Missed you too. Sorry... I just didn't want a lecture this mornin'."

"Why are you sellin', buddy? You could get a job at the mall, or a rest-"

"Rich comin' from you," he snips; cutting you off with a laugh.

"What does that mean?"

"It's like the pot callin' the kettle black. You were literally a drug dealer. You dealt drugs, Dad."

"Yeah... 'Cause I had to."

"Was the mall not hiring?" He sneers, turning back in the direction he was going.

"Just get a normal job, Pax. Like one with a W-2... Let me help you."

"Nah... 'Cause you don't get it."

"What don't I get?"  You lift your voice, causing Paxton to return his stare to yours, looking back at you in disbelief.

"I can't go anywhere without people up my ass 'cause I'm your son... How do you think workin' at a mall's gonna go for me? For real? Just leave me alone."

Paxton flicks you the finger as he walks away.

"Paxton!"

"What, Dad? Seriously... I'm gonna be late for school."

"Like you give a shit about that."

"I don't... Harbor is gonna be here any second and she does."

"Cut the shit, Pax," you mumble. "She's on the other side of the gate."

He gives you a smirk, holding back a chuckle.

"You two being safe?" You ask, gently.

"Not talkin' to you about that, old man."

"Holy shit," you puff; covering your eyes with your hands as you do your best not to lose your mind. "I'm your dad, Pax. I worry about that shit."

"Of course we are. I'm not a stupid like-"

"Like me? Only me. Right?" You stop him before he can go any further, seeing the first look of remorse on his sights. "I know you weren't about to talk about your mom, Pax."

He throws his gaze to his feet again. 

"What do you think she'd say if she heard you talkin' like that?"

"She'd be upset," he mutters, feebly. "Don't tell her I said that. I'm sorry."

"We just want you to be safe. Okay? It wasn't easy for your mom and me for a while. We just want your life to be easier. We aren't tryin' to ruin your life. And, we can talk about the job thing when you get home from school. I'm sure we can figure out somethin' that doesn't involve you sellin' spliffs under the bleachers out of a lunchbox."

He nods, giving you a soft smile. His mother's smile. Paxton turns around again, stepping away.

"I love you, Pax."

"Love you too, dad. I'm glad you're home." There's no sarcasm in his tone, warming your heart.

"Oh, wait! Did you want me to pick you up from school?" You ask as he passes through the gate.

"What do you think?" He cracks up, flicking you off with a smile.

Love you too, buddy.

Turning around you trudge up the driveway toward the house. Well... I don't know if I made it better or worse; but, that was somethin'.' You close your eyes, taking a deep, needed breath.

You hear the front door open. Y/n steps out; strolling toward the SUV with the twins in hand. She opens the side, letting them climb in, sauntering back to the trunk.

Her yellow sundress sways with the breeze, contrasting perfectly with her signature high-top Converse sneakers. Wow. You're struck with déjà vu. She wore yellow on our first date, a dress just like this one.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her. That face; that smile; her voice; her curves. She knew how to work 'em all.

Sweetheart...

Y/n reaches inside; the hem of her sundress riding up her thighs. The slightest peak of her perfect fuckin' ass. A smile spreads across your lips. Y/n knows I'm watchin'...

She knew it then too.

I need her... So fuckin' bad. It's been too long.

I wonder if she has any clients this morning. You walk toward her, while she digs through the baby bag. Hastily taking hold of her hips, pressing yourself against her ass; making her giggle.

She winds up slowly, relaxing her back against your chest; looking up at you over her shoulder.

"You're stunning. Fuck, you look so damn good y/n," you rasp.

"Thank you, Eds. So do you."

"Want me to take 'em to school?" You smile.

"That would be amazing." She turns her body into yours, arms wrapping around you, slipping into your back pockets. "I don't have any clients until two, Eds," she smiles at you coyly. "Hurry home?"

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah, baby."

"Well shit," you chuckle, lustfully. "You're readin' my mind."

"It's been too long." She leans in for a kiss as she squeezes your ass.

"I was just sayin' that, y/n."

"I'll  put on somethin' nice."

A low moan rumbles in your chest, landing on her lips. "Somethin' pink?" You groan.

"Anything for you, Eddie."

"Mmm... You're amazing." Your hands weave through her hair, tugging slightly.

"You should feel how wet I am for you..."

"That so?"

You slip your hand down, tracing slowly up her thigh; feeling her cotton panties, soaking wet.

"AHHH!" Poppy screeches; making you both jump, jolting the two of you out of your feral state.

"What the hell..." You grumble making y/n laugh. "You good, princess?" Poppy smiles brightly from her car seat. Her brown curls bounce as she nods 'yes'.

"She's been doin' that all week," y/n breathes.

"I'm sorry, baby. You're a patient woman," you hail as you pull her in for a hug. "Thank you."

"Of course, Eds. Hurry..."

"Can't wait."

You smack her ass as she steps away, chuckling to yourself as you watch the recoil; feeling your thirst about to bubble over.

Y/n meets your gaze, giving you a little wink as she walks away. You lean against the car, taking her in, ogling her until she falls out of view.

Just beautiful.

Back to reality.

"Alright, ya little heathens," you give them a playful growl as you climb into the car; the pair of them squealing gleefully. "Well shoot, I missed you two too."

"Music! Music!" Otto chants; Poppy joins in as well.

"What do you wanna hear?" You turn in your seat, meeting Otto's big brown eyes; stare, amplified through his thick glasses, a mess of black ringlets on his tiny head.

"Hurricane!" They yell in unison.

"Woah! Alright, guys. Now that's what I'm talkin' about." You open your Spotify app, pulling up the Scorpions track; cranking it loud as the guitar break starts. The pair of them clamp their ears shut, looking at you in horror through the rearview mirror.

"Is everything okay? You two alright?" You ask, nervously, eyes darting between the duo.

"Trolls sing Hurricane, Daddy," Poppy adds, flatly. Yet another child giving you that y/n famous scowl.

"Of course they do," you laugh; searching for the cover. "Ya know, guys. This..." You turn up the volume, letting the original rock melody flow through the car. "This is music."

"Trolls! Trolls!" Poppy chants; Otto joins in as well.

Unbelievable.

A smile spreads on your lips as you look up at the house, watching as y/n passes across the window; a glimpse of pink lace, making your heart race. Your mind is instantly pulled back to her.

Not a difficult task in the slightest.

God damn...

********

"Eds?" You hear her voice at the top of the stairs, giving you the butterflies.

"Sweetheart?"

"Mhmm... Hurry. Please?" She asks in a needy tone, making you move a little quicker up the flight. "Comin' baby."

Y/N's POV:

Eddie's eyes widen as he walks through the door. "How are you so fuckin' beautiful?" He praises; eyelids falling to a hooded state. He moves toward you swiftly, crawling onto the bed as you shift to the headboard; his lips not leaving yours.

"You taste good... You smell so fuckin' good, darlin'," he purrs; as he buries his head in your neck, stroking his clothed cock against your throbbing pussy. "Fuck. I missed you."

"I missed you, baby. C'mon... I need you inside of me," you pant in that pathetic tone that gets you anything you want.

"Jesus, y/n," he moans, chuckling sinfully.

"Why are you dressed?"

"Good question." He sucks off your bottom lip, tugging at it with his teeth. "Can I leave these on?" Eddie asks; snapping the garter belt around your thighs with his rough finger. You smile and nod.

"Panties too..." You add.

"Well shit," he breathes onto your lips; instantly gliding two fingers up your cunt, making you suck in a breath.

Eddie takes his digits between his lips. "You're dripping, y/n."

"Haven't stopped thinkin' about you since you left for California."

"Me either, y/n. And, you're so fuckin' sweet."

"Eddie..." You pout.

"Shit, baby... I forgot what a slut you were for me."

"How could you forget?" You giggle against his lips. "Clothes. Now."

"Mmm... Yes, Mrs. Munson."

Eddie steps off the bed, tossing his shirt off his tight body; his brown curls, falling on his shoulders again. You study him carefully as you slink to the edge of the bed.

He grasps his belt in his hands, tugging the leather loose. "Let me?" You sigh as you rise to your feet; heels clicking against the wood floor.

Eddie's eyes roam your curves as you unfasten his top button, splaying his zipper; pulling the denim down low. Your fingers circle the dark tattoos on his thighs, working a little higher to the next.

He grabs your chin, drawing you up quickly. His brown eyes lock on yours; Eddie's stare is dark and deep. His grip is rough. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to let you know he's in control.

This is what he wants... What he's craving at this moment, and you are more than happy to oblige.

"You're my good girl. Aren't you, y/n?" He groans; making you wetter.

"Yeah," you sigh.

"Tell me, y/n."

"I'm your good girl, Eddie."

"And you listen to me, and me alone. Don't you, baby girl?" He runs his thumb along your bottom lip, making your heart thump.

"Yes, daddy. Only you."

"Daddy? I love when you call me 'daddy'." Eddie pushes you back on the bed.

You take a seat on the plush mattress, looking up at him innocently; as you toy with the elastic of his boxers. He gives you a little nod. You take your cue, pulling them off; following his thick cock to the tip, letting it spring free.

"Fuck, Eds," you sigh; gripping him in your hands, precum glazed on his tip. You quickly swipe your tongue across his swollen head; swirling for good measure.

"Y/n..." He draws out your name as he towers over you, looking down at you with lust-blown eyes.

Eddie drops down on one knee; his strong hand, lifting your calf sliding your spike heel off your foot, kissing your leg unhurriedly before working on the next.

He's taking his time, savoring every inch of you before dropping the shoe to the floor. You inhale sharply as he hooks his hands around your legs, tugging you to the edge of the bed.

His calloused finger meets your knee, tracing slowly up your thigh. Your breathing starts to quicken; lips, parting. You look between your legs, watching as he spreads your thighs.

"Eddie," you moan as he teases your entrance with the tip of his ringed finger.

"Y/n." He draws out your name, working it deep. "Who's pussy is this, baby?"

Fuck.

He dips in another finger; thrusting it in and out... in and out. Your eyes drift back up his body, watching his abs and arms flex with each thrust; dark brown curls swaying.

Eddie's eyes greet yours; a dark, chocolate brown. He lets your gaze linger on his a little longer; he doesn't punish you, rewarding you with a smirk and some pressure on your clit.

"Mmm... Yours," you whimper. "My pussy is yours, Eddie."

"It is... Isn't it," he chuckles as you start to rock with him. Eddie drops to his knees; causing you to draw your legs wider. "Fuck. I could cum just lookin' at you, y/n."

His tongue meets your pussy; licking a line to your clit, latching on for a momentary, releasing you with a pop. Your head falls back. An airy moan slips your lips.

"Remember when we met? You were such a bad girl, y/n." He kisses his way up your stomach, past your ribcage, grabbing and pressing your breasts together. "No one could tell you what to do."

"But you..."

"That's right." Eddiegrabs you roughly, pulling you from the bed; drawing you to your feet. His hands work up your body, weaving into your hair, pulling slightly.

"Get on the chair," he whispers against your lips.

"Yes, Eddie."

You walk across the room to his old D&D throne from high school. Before you can even reach it, he's on you again; his chest, flush with your back, kissing your neck harshly.

"Fuck, baby," you whine. He shoves you, causing you to fall forward; you grasp the back of the chair, while his strong hands palm your ass. Eddie grabs your thong, snapping it against your skin. His hands return to your body, working over your skin; slapping your ass, causing you to groan.

"First time you sucked my cock we were in this chair, y/n." He spreads your ass and spanks you even harder, causing you to cry a little louder.

Eddie grabs himself in his hands; stroking a few times as he takes you in. "You look even better now, sweetheart."

"We fucked in this chair."

"The next day..." He chuckles. "You were wearin' pink."

"I knew I had to have you, Eddie."

"Mmm... Who woulda thought, y/n woulda been such a little whore for The Freak?"

Eddie seizes his dick by the base, tapping it against your ass with one hand; using the other to grope your skin."This fucking body, y/n," he moans as he presses his tip into your entrance. "It's just so damn perfect."

"Shit," you hiss as you feel a stretch.

"And, these tits." He grabs the clasp of your lingerie, unfastening it with ease; his hands glide up your back, slipping your straps off your shoulder one by one. It falls off your body. He reaches around, grabbing your breasts as he glides in a little deeper.

"This waist." His hands drift lower, mirroring his words; driving his cock in a little more. "These hips," he grunts; taking hold of them, bottoming you out; causing you to wail.

Eddie draws out slowly. "Baby, please," you sigh; craving more. He thrusts into you again. Your head falls forward. Eddie snaps his hips into you, setting a rapid pace. Skin, cracking skin. He spanks you; a prickling sting is left behind. "More, Daddy," you beg.

"I don't know, baby... You're ass is pretty red," he taunts. "You sure?"

"Yes. Fuck!"

"Atta girl." He slaps you roughly on the other side.

You feel his hands, wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough that you can feel your pulse. The chill of his rings felt against your skin. Eddie rolls his hips into you, deliciously slow, using his grip as leverage to drive deeper.

His hands push higher; gathering your hair. He tugs your strands, causing you to rise up; your back, arching. He's unforgiving; pounding into you, just like you were craving he would.

"Fuck me, y/n," he demands.

"Yes," you moan; using the back of his throne to steady yourself as you fuck him back. Working Eddie in and out of your soaked pussy. You bounce and grind; rolling your hips as Eddie praises you.

Your ass claps against his hips; as you take every inch, filling yourself to the brim. hitting that special spot. "Eddie!" You cry.

"Fuck, y/n. Let me hear you, sweetheart," he rasps.

You lose yourself, fluttering around his cock; gripping his wrists as he takes over, rutting into you quickly. "Fuck, Eddie! Just like that."

Pitiful cries pass your lips as he proceeds to wreck you from behind. Eddie doesn't let up till he feels you relax around his cock, your head falling back on his chest as he rocks in and out.

"I missed you so fucking much," you whimper. Eddie kisses your shoulder gently, working his way up to your ear.

"I missed you more, baby. You're my girl, y/n. You know that? You always have been."

"I'm your girl, Eddie," you pant.

"Does my girl want more?"

"Never stop," you chuckle, breathlessly.

"Anything for you, y/n."

Eddie thrusts into you roughly, making you fall forward; gripping the chair, as you expel a breath. He presses your head against the plush velvet backrest, increasing his tempo.

"Ugh... Do you hear that, y/n?" You try to nod. "Mmm... You're so damn wet."

He turns you around; towing you into his arms. Your kisses are wild and deep as you make your way across the room to your bed. "Can you taste yourself, y/n?" He mumbles against your lips.

"Mhmm," you hum.

"Can you ride me, baby?" He groans.

"Yes, Eddie," you sigh, blissfully.

Eddie falls onto the bed. Before he can grab for you you slip away; Eddie chuckles darkly, twining his fingers behind his head.

"Couldn't get enough?"

"You're right, baby... I'm sweet," you laugh, breathily against his cock watching as goosebumps spread across his thighs.

You wrap your fingers around his length, licking your slick off; eyes boring into his. "Holy shit, baby," he moans; throwing his head deeper onto the pillow. You flick your tongue across his slit; tasting him as well.

Eddie's hand glides from your bangs to the top of your head, taking a tight hold; causing you to whine. He presses you down on his cock, bobbing your head up and down.

You can feel Eddie striking the back of your throat; tears pooling in your eyes. You blink; feeling them run in two little rivers down your cheeks.

"Ugh... You're so beautiful, darlin'," he grunts. His eyes roll back as you drop your hand, rubbing little circles against your clit; moans, pour from your lips between strokes.

"Come'mere, baby," he chuckles, drunkenly."We gotta do that later... Please, baby. I need more of that."

"Anything for you, Daddy."

Eddie grabs your hips; guiding you on top. You rise on your knees, grabbing Eddie's hand; sucking his fingers. He draws them down to your clit, rolling them gently.

"All I could think about when I left the house was you, y/n. I couldn't wait to get home. You make me feel so fucking good, y/n." He gives you a sinful smile; tongue, skimming along his rosy bottom lip.

"You make me feel so good, baby," you breathe; hands slinking up your frame.

Eddie grips his thick cock in his fist. "All I could think about was seeing you in lingerie..." He slides his tip through your silk, circling his head on your clit. You let out a breathy moan. Eddie's eyes roll back again.

"Your little noises and this wet fuckin' pussy." He presses his tip in, you feel the stretch. "Mmm... Grab the headboard, y/n." You take a grip on it as Eddie takes hold of the small of your waist. He thrusts up into you roughly.

"Eddie!" You cry; he lets out a growl; thrusting into you a few more times. He relaxes on the bed, beckoning you with his stare.

"I want you deep in my pussy, Eds," you sigh; sinking slowly. He sucks a sharp breath, snatching your hips; holding you in place.

Clasping the headboard you start to circle your curves, rolling; and working yourself on his dick. "Holy shit, honey," he moans. You can hear yourself; how wet you are. Eddie can hear it too, giving you a little smirk. "Still so wet for me?"

"Sucking your cock always gets me wet, Eds. You know that."

"Fuck, baby."

Reaching back you grip his thighs; bouncing on the mattress; nail, sinking into his skin. "Shit. You're deep, Eds,"  you whimper.

"So fuckin' deep."

You look between your thighs, watching his long cock slicked with you once more. Eddie can feel you tightening around him; he can see the look in your eye.

"That's my girl," he rasps. "So fuckin' good for me. Can you wait, baby... Cum when I tell you?"

"Eddie..."

"I thought you listened to me, y/n? Can't you wait, sweetheart?" He chuckles as he applies a little more pressure to your clit.

"Plea-" You stutter; body, quaking.

"Cum."

You scream his name as you toss your head back. Your orgasm radiates through your body, making your toes curl.

Eddie continues to thrust as you fall apart; your muscles, tightening around his dick as he works at an insane pace.

"Fuck, y/n... That feels so fuckin' good, baby," he moans. "So tight."

He throws you to your back, stepping off the bed, looping his arm under your thighs; pulling you exactly where he wants you, right on the border before slinging a leg over his shoulder.

Eddie tips into you, pressing a rough kiss on your lips as he starts to thrust again. His tongue reels with yours. The two of you, utterly exhausted; panting into your kiss.

"Almost there," he mumbles, fighting back his climax to get you on last time. He wraps his arm around your thigh, using that to drive himself deeper.

"S-Shit, Eds," you stammer. As you feel him strike your g-spot, making your body tremble.

"Again?" He gives you a cocky smile; getting exactly what he wanted.

You nod rapidly as tears start to gather in your eyes, overstimulated, to say the least. "Can you cum for me, y/n..."

"Y-Yes, Daddy. Yes. Shit," you stutter as you grab ahold of the edge of the bed; tossing your head back. Eddie grunts and moans, as he thrusts sloppily.

Tears fall from your eyes as you close them tightly; your climax claiming your body. A choked cry passes your lips; giving him all you can muster. You feel the warmth of his release, Eddie answering with your name on his lips.

Eddie mounts the bed; pressing a soft, kiss against your mouth. His lips drift to your flushed cheeks, kissing away your tears.

"I love you, baby. I love you so much," he respires as he holds you close.

"I love you, Eds. Never leave me again..." You laugh, breathlessly.

"I hate leavin' you. But, fuck... Do I love comin' home to you, sweetheart."

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Bad Things (Eddie Munson Short Story)

Characters and Intro

⚠️Warnings: Explicit sexual content. MINORS DNI. Toxic relationship. Drugs. Angst.⚠️

Summary: Modern AU. Rockstar Eddie. Nova Gray is a pop star and the on again/off again girlfriend of rockstar Eddie Munson. Both of them are at the height of their career. Fame and trouble follow these two everywhere they go. They both know they are no good for each other but can they stay away? Just a heads up that this will not be typical sweet Eddie. He's kind of an asshole. But a hot one.

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Chapter One: Talk Soon

****Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like..****

Nova's POV

You hear a text come in as you lay in bed next to your current boyfriend. You reach over and unlock your phone.

Eddie: What are you wearing right now?

You glance over and see Max scrolling through instagram. You roll over on your side and see another text pop up.

Eddie: Baby?

You: Not your baby, Eds.

You text back quickly and wait. I'll tease him for a minute.

Eddie: Pic downloading.

Oh shit. He looks good. Really fucking good.

He's in bed. You see his black silk sheets beneath him. His long hair is wild, his curls an absolute mess. Every tattoo on his chest and abdomen on clear display. The picture stops at his v line making you crave more.

You: Fuck baby.

Eddie: I miss you.

You scroll through your pictures. Tits or ass? You find a nice one of you in your lingerie sitting on your bathroom counter. Your ass looks perfect in the mirror, your face looking back, giving your best fuck me eyes. And... send.

Eddie: Nova, you're fucking killing me.

You: Goodnight, Eddie.

Eddie: Fuck you.

You: Maybe another time.

Eddie: 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

You: 😘

Eddie: 🖤

You smile and set your phone down on your nightstand.

"Who was that?" Max asks as he leans over and kisses your cheek softly.

"Just my mom." you lie as you snuggle in close to him.

Eddie Munson. Self proclaimed rock god and my ex boyfriend. A fucking asshole... and my soulmate.

Eddie's POV

Nova Gray. You have no idea what you're doing to me, baby. No... she definitely knows.

Just one more look. You open your phone and click on her messages, pulling up the picture again. That ass.. she knows I love her in pink... lace spread across her perfect curves..and those fucking eyes.

I love those eyes. I love staring down at her as she takes me in her mouth. She looks so good on her fucking knees.

You need her. You always crave her more once she leaves. Once she's finally given up. You want her to want you.. to need you. You fuck up again and again but she's fucking crazy too. You both are.

It's so good until it isn't anymore. You fight a lot. A lot, a lot. But then it inevitably leads to sex... and the sex... there's nothing like it. She'll come back. She always comes back.

I know no one fucks her like I do. And I fucking thrive off of it. I know she still wants me. I want her too. I always want her.

Max... what a fucking joke. You know she picked him just to irritate the hell out of you. And it worked. A well known actor. Never touched a drug in his life. No drama. His career had no end in sight. He was perfect.

But he wasn't Eddie fucking Munson.

You're fucking hard now. That picture making you think wild thoughts. I wonder if dickhead is asleep yet.

Nova's POV

You hear your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You see Eddie's name on the screen. His contact photo is still one of you and him. A big grin on his face as you kiss his cheek. It's one of your favorite pictures.

You hesitate for a moment as you glance over at Max sleeping soundly. Shit.

"Eddie, I can't talk right now." you whisper into the phone.

"Dickhead there?" his deep tone immediately sending you into a spiral.

"Yes.. Max is here."

"Is he next to you?" he continues in a low tone.

"Yes, Eddie. He's sleeping.. I have to go." you try but he rushes to speak.

"You don't have to say anything. Just listen, yeah?"

Fuck, you know that tone. And you know where this is going. Bad thoughts enter your mind immediately. Say it, Eds. Please say it.

"Touch yourself baby.." Eddie orders through the phone.

Yes.

"I can't Eds.." you say in a hushed tone. Your eyes flick back to Max who is snoring lightly.

"For me?" he pouts.

"Eddie..."

"You know you're going to, stop with the fucking games." he chuckles and you feel annoyed but turned on at the same time. He's not wrong.

You slip your hand in your panties, feeling the slickness coat your fingers.

"Are you touching yourself?" you can practically hear his stupid little smirk through the phone.

"Yes." you give in.

"That's my good girl.. start slow." His voice is deep. Demanding.

"Rub your clit for me, sweetheart."

You begin making circles, listening to his voice.

"Fuck I wish I was there." Eddie moans in your ear, making you even wetter.

"What next, baby?" you breathe into the phone.

"Mm.. is that pussy wet?"

"Mhmm. So wet." you moan quietly.

"Fuck.. go faster baby."

You speed up your fingers as your breathing picks up.

"I'm gonna make you fucking scream next time I see you." he snarls.

You can hear his breathing getting ragged on the other end of the phone.

"I'm.. fuck, I'm gonna fuck you so hard." he growls and you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

You move your fingers in and out even faster. A soft whimper escapes your lips.

"Don't cum yet, baby. We're gonna cum together." Eddie groans.

Your eyes close as you listen to him.

"I can't wait to fucking taste you. God, I miss that pussy." he pants.

"I miss your cock, Eds."

"I know you do, baby. And I'm gonna give it to you soon... really fucking soon sweetheart."

You try to keep your noises quiet but you can feel your orgasm building quickly.

"Promise?"

"Oh I promise.. I'm gonna fuck you real good."

"E-Eddie.." you pant breathlessly.

"You're a bad girl, Nova. Thinking about me when he's right next to you." Eddie laughs wickedly.

"You're... such an asshole." you moan and he laughs again.

"Are you my little slut... hmm? You're a little slut for me, aren't you?" he hums and you feel yourself right on the edge.

"Y-yes.." you whimper.

"Do you miss me, baby?"

"Always." you let out a hushed moan.

"Mmm.. almost there baby... I'm almost there." he moans in your ear.

"Cum for me, Eddie." you moan louder than intended. Max rolls over and your breathing stops.

His snoring resumes a second later as you hear Eddie breathing heavily.

"Are you close?"

"S-so close." you whisper as your back begins to arch. Your body tingles all over as you play with your pussy.

"I wanna hear how wet you are." he demands.

You take the phone and place it low, your fingers moving quickly, the sounds of your excitement loud.

You let him listen for a moment before bringing him back to your ear.

"Jesus Christ.." Eddie lets out a needy moan bringing you even closer.

"I want you inside me, Eddie." you say as glide your fingers in and out faster and faster.

"You want me deep in that pussy?"

"Yes." you breathe.

"So fucking deep, baby?" he mumbles deeply.

"S-so deep." you let out an unrestrained moan.

"You're gonna wake up your boy toy, Nova." Eddie teases.

"Fuck you." you whimper.

"Soon. Cum for me. Be a good girl and..."

"Ohhh." your muscles clamp down around your fingers and you bite down on your lip trying to conceal your cry of pleasure.

"Sh-shit..." you hear deep grunt of satisfaction followed by shallow breaths and know he finished as well.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you slow your breathing.

"Talk soon, sweetheart." Click.

Fucking prick.

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Chapter Five: Match Made In Music

Life Eternal Series

Eddie Munson x Rockstar!POC!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

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Chapter Warnings: Slow Burn, Domestic Duo, Mentions/Depictions of Slight Breakdown (Eddie Comforts), Mutual Pining

Witnessing you sing and create music was quite the sight to see, and to be a part of that process so intimately set alight something inside of Eddie. His last full day in New York was spent as many others before. He loved being able to be so domestic with you. He woke up to a sleepy you, usually in the kitchen already trying to wake yourself with morning caffeine, or, if he was lucky, he'd meet you right at the bottom of the stairs, still half asleep and yawning. The ‘bottom of the stairs’ you was the closest he'd been to waking up next to you, and it made his heart burst with happiness every time he'd see you like that. He was never really a morning person before, but that experience got him waking up early. Only if Wayne could see him now.

You were currently in the booth with your headphones on and your eyes closed, bopping to the music playing. This song was heavily inspired by the 80s, mixing together a darkwave synth sound with a classic rock sound. It had grown to be one of yours and Eddie's favorites. You and Eddie had completely written and composed the song yourselves. The lyrics told a story. It was a story of heartbreak and of letting go. It held everything you never got to say to your first love. It pictured all the pain and betrayal you'd felt, the love you still held, but in the end, it was a story about how you realized to let go of something that wasn't meant to be.

You were adding the last few ad libs to the song. Your voice was struggling not to break. It was clear that you were lost in emotion, but it was so powerful. It was anger. It was pain. It was relief. Eddie had chills.

The music ended and there were a few seconds of silence between you two. You were struggling to keep it together, brows furrowed together, your eyes squeezed shut, and your breath heavy. Eddie stared at you through the glass with wide sad eyes. A tear that escaped your eyelashes broke him from his trance. He was quick to jump up from his chair and rush into the booth. He maneuvered around the equipment to get too you, taking off your headphones, placing them on the stand next to you before encompassing you in his warmth. “No no no. Don't do that.” You protest, trying to push him off, but he doesn't let go. 

“Why not?” He asks, confused above all else.

“I'm trying really hard to hold it together and you hugging me is just going to break the damn.” You have a determined look on your face, but Eddie doesn't care. He pulls you back into him, resting his cheek on the side of your head. Until this moment, you never truly realized how much taller he was than you. You've always kept a safe distance, making you believe you were close in height but being buried in his chest made you feel overwhelmed. It was safe.

“Let it out.” He says, barely above a whisper. It takes a few seconds. You try your hardest not to cry, but eventually, you just break down, sobbing and gasping for air against his chest. He only holds you tighter.

In any other circumstance, Eddie would've taken flight at the sight of someone breaking down. He usually felt awkward in these moments, like he had no idea what to do, but right now, he knew he just needed to hold you. His own brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched. This was new to him, but he couldn't run away from you, not now. You needed him. It burned inside his chest. He would never leave you like this.

Your sobs eventually turn into wet sniffles.  Eddie runs your back, gently rocking you side to side. “I've got you.” You sniffle and pull back a little to look up at him.

“Sorry.” You say. He looks down, confused.

“Sorry for what?”

“For this. You don't need to see me like this. Plus, I got your shirt all gross.” You say looking down at the tear stains on his chest. Eddie shakes his head with a soft chuckle.

“My shirt doesn't matter. Like I said, I'm here for you. Always. Through all the ups and downs from now on. Don't be sorry for it.” You practically go lump against him, leaning your weight on him, basically cuddling each other while standing at this point. You let out a deep sigh.

“I hate crying.” You pout. Eddie chuckles again, kissing your temple, causing a fire to start at the pit of your belly.

“I know. It sucks, but it's needed.” You two pull apart after a few more seconds. He leaves his arms loosely hanging around you, staring into your eyes. “I think we got enough takes for this one.” He starts to drag you out of the booth and to the other side of the glass.

“I think we may need to re-record it.” You scoff. He shakes his head.

“Nope. It was perfect.” He states. You look at him with furrowed brows. “You wanted to story tell, and this is a song about letting go of your first love. Besides the fact that you can clearly hear your emotions in your voice, it also sounds really good. Super metal.” He says with a comforting smile. You shake your head with a soft chuckle and look down at the computer screen. Your eyes widen, and you hideously hurriedly click the mouse a few times.

“You left it recording, dumbass.” You glare playfully. He avoids your eyes and shrugs.

“It's fiiine. Ain't nothin’ we can't fix.”

“I can fix.” You tease, raising a brow. Even though you've been down here for damn near a full week, Eddie still hasn't quite gotten the hang of the computer program, not even the basics. He shrugs again with a cute, childlike expression. You roll your eyes with a small grin and face the computer again to fix the prolonged recording.

After another 30 minutes of back and forth, cleaning up parts of the demo you'd just recorded. You spin in your chair to turn to Eddie. “Should we work on el finale?” You widen your eyes at him playfully with a small grin.

His brows raise, and he sits up straighter. “Already?” You let out a soft chuckle.

“Yes, we are already almost done, and it's only,” you look at the clock on your computer, “2:16. If we get the bones of this last song done, we'll still have the rest of the day to get in a final dinner out in town or something.” You wiggle your brows, swaying back and forth on your swivel chair. Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

“I can't believe it.” He groans and flops back in his chair, throwing his hands over his face, middling his next sentence. “It's almost over.” He pouts sadly. His hands fall from his face, arms falling limp on either sides of his chair. “I can't believe I go back tomorrow. This week has gone by so fast, too fast.” His pout grows as he lifts his head to look at you with sad eyes. You give him a sad smile.

“Yeah, this week has been awesome.” You sigh and turn away from him. “Sucks that it has to come to an end.” You mumble more to yourself. You inhale deeply, clapping your hands together and rubbing them against one another. “The sooner we get this last demo done, the more time we'll have to ourselves before you go.”

Eddie's heart clenched. He wished time would just slow down or stop. He had Wayne waiting for him back home, all his friends, but if he could just stop time, he could ignore his responsibilities and live on in this blissful world with you. He sighs quietly at the unfortunate fact that he does not have that power. He claps his hands together in an attempt to hype himself up, “Alright, then, let's get her done.”

You guys had spent the next three hours recording and spiffing up your final demo. Thankfully, you’d gotten your more emotional songs out the way, so this last one left you both on a high. You looked at the clock on your computer. “5:30. I think we should call it.”

“But-”

“But nothing. Trust me. We could both spend the next 12 hours working on this song and even then it won’t feel ‘done’.” You raise a brow, daring him to continue protesting. Eddie sighs, letting you win. You are first to stand from your chair, Eddie following suit. “I say we leave it there. It’s definitely more than good enough to show the big wigs. Let’s go spend your last night outside my basement.” You smile. Eddie hops up.

“Let’s.” The remainder of that night was spent in that same blissful ignorance that Eddie longed to stay within. Hours spent simply talking, laughing, and existing with you. Eddie couldn’t recall the last time he ever felt so comfortable, so safe with someone. It was like he was around the one person he was missing his whole life. Everything that existed before you ceased to exist. Nothing else mattered. You were it. Quickly, Eddie couldn’t imagine his life without you in it, and, unbelievably, you felt the same.

You had experienced this before or so you thought. You never go into any relationship without the intention of it being life long. That’s one reason why your previous love hurt so much. It crushed you, destroyed your future. With Eddie, that familiar feeling of eternal bond loomed over every conversation. It was like the feeling you had with your bandmates, your family, but more. It left a bittersweet sting in your chest. Every glance, every smile, every touch was seared into your mind, branded on your soul. You couldn’t help but wonder, would he leave just like her? Would he one day realize that you were not meant to be a part of him forever?

That night was spent wordlessly dancing around feelings and questions.

The next morning came all too quickly. The drive to the airport was almost eerie. It was near silent. Neither of you wanted to speak, fearing that it would taint the perfect world you’d created over the last week. Thank heavens for the Black Sabbath album that filled the void.

Now, you silently stood in front of each other, just before the entrance to the TSA line. You inhale sharply, being the first to break the silence and the illusion. “Well,” You start, not really knowing what to say.

“Thank you.” Eddie buts in. His earnest tone grabs your attention. You look up to find nothing but longing and adoration. You wished you could be invisible at that moment. Why’d he have to look at you like that? Was he trying to get you to buy a plane ticket for yourself? You would if he asked.

You tilt your head curiously. “For what?”

“For everything. I…” He trails, “I have had the experience of a lifetime with you. You have no idea how much you’ve impacted me.” He places a hand over his heart. Those eyes.

“No.” you shake your head. “I don’t think you realize how much you’ve impacted me, Eddie.” His name falling from your lips was music to his ears. “You… I…” You sigh a humorless laugh, shaking your head at your failed attempt to find the right words. “I feel like I have so much to say, but I don’t know how to say it.” A calm grin grows on his lips.

“I know exactly what you mean.” He grabs your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. He could confess everything to you right now in the middle of the airport, but he’s stopped short by the obnoxious sound of a boarding announcement.

He bites his tongue, looking down then back up. His eyes tell the same story, but his smile is now a tight one, one you’d give to hide behind. “Until we meet again, Superstar.” He gives your hand one last squeeze before he lets go. The internal struggle with pulling away leaves his arm physically aching. You already miss the absence of him. You sigh and nod.

“Hopefully, it won’t be too far from now.” Your apparent dejection oddly fills Eddie's heart while simultaneously stinging his chest. You exchange a final sad smile before he rips himself away with much effort.

You stand there, watching him go through TSA, leaving you. Once he’s finally through, he turns back to you, waving wildly from the other side. His antics make you laugh. You have back just as wildly, his laugh just barely above the sound of the busy airport, but your ears instantly focus on the beautiful sound. You wait until he’s out of sight before frowning slightly, turning to leave.

Three weeks. Three whole weeks go by without a single call, without the sound of your voice speaking to him. He felt like a damn child the way this separation anxiety was hitting him. Three weeks later, you’d think the longing would pass, but here he is, blankly staring out the backseat window of Steve’s car. “What the shit, dingus!” A yell and a pothole knock Eddie back into reality.

“Hey, don’t blame me! Blame the asshole who chooses not to fix the roads in this damn park!” Steve and Robin bicker.

“If you know the roads are shit, why the fuck did you go out of your way to hit the damn thing!”

“It’s not like I was trying to fuck up my car!” Steve retorts just as he pulls up to Eddie’s trailer. “Here’s your stop, Munson.” He says, turning his attention to Eddie. Eddie opens the door, muttering a ‘thanks’.

“Jesus Christ, will you just call her already?!” Robin interjects before Eddie can leave. He gives her a look with a raised brow.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t ‘excuse me’ at me! You have been asking like a kicked puppy all week! It’s such a downer. Grow a pair and give Dream Girl a damn call.” She glares back at him. Eddie rolls his eyes.

“I can’t just call-”

“Like hell you can’t.” Steve joins in. “You’ve talked non-stop for months and stayed at her place for a whole week without making a move. If you want to miss out on your chance,” Steve raises his hands dismissively, “By all means. Drop the ball, Munson, but at least give her a damn call. Without her, you’ve been miserable and bottled up.”

“Call her.” Robin adds firmly. Eddie groans, all too eager to leave the car and this lecture.

“Good-bye, dickheads.” He slams the door closed. The muffled sound of Steve’s yells about ‘slamming his car doors’ could be heard all the way up to the trailer door. Eddie opens up the door and is met with the sight of his uncle, looking like he was just about to leave.

“Hey, kid.” Wayne greets.

“Hey, Wayne.”

“I was just about to head out to work, but I left some food for you in the fridge for when you get hungry.” Eddie walks a little further into the trailer, shrugging off his jacket.

“Thanks, Wayne.” he says as he tosses his jacket over the arm of the recliner sofa in the living room. “I swear to god, I’m gonna find something that will actually allow you to get a normal work and sleep schedule one day.” Wayne chuckles and shakes his head, his exhaustion and age failing to hide behind his small smile.

“Don’t worry about me, kid. You do what you can to have a happy life.” Wayne pauses just as he reaches for the handle to leave. “Oh, by the way, you got a voicemail.” The older man winks at his nephew and exits the trailer. His words and expression makes Eddie’s eyes widen. Eddie rushes into his room and goes straight for his phone, picking it up and dialing for voicemail as he takes a seat on his old mattress.

“Hey, Ed! Guess who.” Your soft laugh rings in his ears like the sweet reverb of a guitar. “Hey, uh, give me a call when you can. I got some good news! I want to hear your voice- Uh… Sorry, hope that isn’t weird, but, you know, I- I miss you, Rockstar. Anyway, yeah. Give me a call. You know the number. Beep.” The voicemail ends, and Eddie can’t help but feel as though his heart is going to break through his ribs and out his chest. You miss him. You want to hear his voice. You miss him.

Eddie quickly dials your number. Ring. Ring. Ring. The silence only heightens his anxiety. Shit, how long ago did you call? Were you even home? Was that from today or- “Hello?”

“Superstar!” Your laugh comes through the receiver, making quick work of a smile on Eddie’s face.

“Hey, Eddie.” Holy shit, he was going to burst. “You get my message?”

“Yes I sure did, beautiful. You miss me already?” As if he wasn’t dying without you by his side. He couldn’t see you, but he sure as hell felt your eyes roll.

“Shut up.” You pout. He could see the image of your face so clearly in his mind.

“What’s the good news?” He continues with a chuckle.

“Well, first off, I’m sorry I’ve been completely MIA for the last couple weeks. I genuinely had zero concept of time since you left.” Your confession causes his heart to grow painfully.

“It’s okay, love.” It wasn’t, but you were calling now, so the absence of you was completely erased.

“Besides that, I was finally able to play the demos we did for the band. Everyone loved what we did.” Your smile was evident in your voice. “We just presented the second draft of it to the big wigs this morning.” You pause for dramatic effect. “They also loved it.” Eddie cheers, jumping up from his seat position. He jumps up and down a couple times. He yells your name into the phone, causing you to laugh.

“That’s- Oh my god, that’s awesome!”

“Yes! I also told them about you, and you’re officially going to be listed and a writer and co-producer of the album!” Eddie feels like he’s going to faint. This is all too good to be true.

“You're kidding.” He sighs out in disbelief.

“Nope.” You drag out the ‘N’ in the word. “With 100% honesty.” Eddie lets out a shocked chuckle, speechless. “Speaking of album credits. We’re going to be having an album release party in Cali on the 15th. Will you come? All paid. You can invite friends, if you want.” As if he needed any convincing.

‘Yes! Of course! I’ll be there!” He falls backward onto his screeching bed. He sighs happily. “I can’t believe this is happening right now. You have no idea.” You chuckle.

“Trust me. I do, in fact, have an idea.” You both pause in a comfortable silence. “Hey, Eddie?” You know he’s still on the line, but you ask anyway.

“Yeah?”

“I-” The silence is loud and long, so much so that Eddie’s brows furrow, heart absolutely pounding in his chest.

“Superstar?” He pulls the phone away from his face, looking at it confused. “Angel? Hello?” He waits a few more seconds but is only met with more silence. He sits up. “What the fuck?” He puts the phone down in its base, hanging it up, before picking it back up, only to be met with silence instead of the usual dial tone. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He says, angrily slamming the phone down before throwing himself back on the back. Either the phone just so happened to break at the worst possible moment, or, more likely, the phone bill had gone unpaid for too long. Great, this was now going to eat him alive. What were you about to say?

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someone also asked for her to be a friend of reader who she sets up with Steve and someone asked for a backing singer for corroded coffin... so let's have both and give our boy his fairytale ending.

steve harrington's happy ending (rockstar eddiverse) 4.7k / fluff / steve and ed being flirty bffls

i don't write for steve so im not super confident with this but our boy needed his happy ending. added a lil mood board for his wife. you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist!

A boys weekend was what was promised by Eddie. You were away visiting family and told Eddie to invite Steve to stay at your New York apartment for some brotherly bonding. Another relationship had gone up in smoke for poor Steve and even if getting out wouldn't make him feel better, it would grant Robin a moment of peace. Since he'd been dumped, Steve had set up camp at Robin's and was really ruining the vibe of her last few months at college before graduating. The breaking point had occurred last week as Robin brought a girl home after a date only to hear a screech from the lounge. The poor girl had walked in to find Steve moping on the in his boxers. She quickly ran out accusing Robin of setting her up for a threesome. 

So that's where Steve found himself, skulking round yours and Eddie's apartment looking at all the photos of the pair of you loved up as Eddie spoke to his manager on the phone. Steve was proud that the gangs meddling had resulted in Eddie finding the love of his life but he couldn't kick the nagging jealousy inside him that wondered when it was his turn. Ever since the events of 86, Steve Harrington for the first time in his life knew what he wanted to be - father. Nothing he ever achieved compared to the fulfilment he found in helping the kids although now they were all eighteen, he really needed to stop calling them that. No record on the swim team, monster slain, pay check or fight won made him feel as good as the look on the kids faces when he did something for them. And nothing made Steve's heart ache with want the way seeing how in love everyone around him was. He noted every word Joyce and Hopper said in their vows, the way you and Eddie looked at each other the first time you met, the admiration in Jonathan's voice whenever Nancy did something amazing and Lucas' pride when Max overcame whatever was thrown at her. 

He wanted it all for himself but true love continued to evade him. The latest girlfriend was beautiful and kind but she wasn't the one, Steve knew that and in reality his wallowing was not about the loss but about being back at square one - again. 

'Steeeveeee,' Eddie's voice called as he appeared from the bedroom, he sang Steve's name sweetly in a way that screamed 'I have bad news.' 

'Yes?' Steve sighed. 

'I'm really, really, really sorry but can you forgive your best friend because he has to delay boys night for some music video reshoots?' Eddie had donned his biggest puppy dog eyes, his eyes swirling hypnotic shades of chocolate - something you'd discussed with the group at length believing it to be sorcery. 

'Ugh,' Steve groaned, eyes rolling, 'fine, fine.' He was already getting his jacket on knowing he can never say no to Eddie and that the chaos of a filming set might distract him. 

Steve blocked the doorway before Eddie could follow him out, finger wagging at his chest.

'Although... Robin is my best friend,' Steve smirked. 

Eddie's jaw went slack as he mimed a dagger to his heart. 

'Hurt people, hurt people, Steven!' he declared dramatically before wiping a fake tear away. Steve's eyes rolled at the dramatics. 

'That's not even my name...' Steve whined and Eddie dragged him out the door. 

Steve's inkling that the set would be chaos was correct. From what he could see from beyond the lingering fog from the fog machine, people were scurrying everywhere, moving lights, positioning cameras and mics and shouting orders. Corroded Coffin stood with their instruments in a fake barren forest. Smoke rolling between bare trees and rubble as the scene was lit gloomily except for flickering cracks of orange light. To the corner, Steve could make out to backing singers stood on a platform. Both women had black mini dresses, over the knee black boots and a pair of black angel wings. He couldn't help the snicker that escaped as he watched thee Eddie 'freak' Munson, his wild and carefree friend have his hair perfectly teased by a girl on set. Eddie coughed as she violently sprayed another can of hairspray at him and Steve suddenly realised why there were so many 'NO SMOKING' signs around the building. 

The whole bizarre scenario a reminder that his friend really was a rockstar. Steve supposes Eddie has always looked like one but he feels a sense of pride that his friend has stayed the same sweet, ridiculous weirdo he's always been. Never letting celebrity get to his head and never taking himself seriously. The boys had been in fits of tears a few minutes earlier as both of them along with two women from the costume department spent the best part of an hour trying to squeeze Eddie into the tightest pair of leather trousers known to man. 

'Christ, man. You look like Olivia Newton-John in Grease,' Steve had wheezed between laughing. 

'You'd love that, wouldn't you Harrington?' Eddie challenged, eyebrows wiggling. 

 '5...4...3..' the director had started counting down, finally ready to begin the filming now. Between the backing track, the wind machine, flashing lights and smoke, Steve had no idea how any of the band were managing to concentrate on playing. Steve was finding himself immersed in the scene, forgetting this was just a music video as the set got more intense as the song reached the chorus. The lights flashed brighter, the music louder and the band playing harder and moving around with more vigour. Eddie was a natural performer, his body rippling in time with the notes he was playing, legs spread in a power stance. Even if it wasn't his type of music, Steve still loved seeing the guys play, his head bobbing in time with the beat until a shout led the music to screech to a halt. 

Just as Eddie was getting into his guitar solo, his knees bent, putting his all into it he suddenly yelled 'OH MOTHERFUCKER!!'

Steve whipped his head round as he saw everyone fluster round Eddie.

'Woah what? Everything okay man?'

'Dude what the fuck what happened?

The directors and cameramen flocked over. 

Eddie's palm hit his forehead, his cheeks flushed.

'Yeah... shit,' Eddie laughed, 'guys, I told you these pants were too tight!'

Everyone looked around in confusion until Eddie span around. 

'The fucking split man, LOOK!' Steve snorted as Eddie's ringed finger pointed to the rip at the burst seam of the leather trousers revealing his ass.  'Mannn, you guys are so fuckin lucky my girl makes me wear underwear to these things!' Eddie grinned. 

Steve had gotten up now and was stood with his friend, the pair of them in stitches again over the ridiculous trousers. 

His brows quirked up 'are you saying you don't usually wear underwear?' 

Eddie shook his head 'fuck no, not if Y/N is around. Need easy access always, have you seen how hot my girlfriend is?'

Steve shook his head, groaning in disgust. He knew all too well that Eddie was a fan of easy access, wishing he didn't know the noises you and his friend made during ... intimate moments. Too many times had Steve had to angrily knock on a bathroom or van door. 

Clearly the people running the shoot did not find the wardrobe mishap as funny as Steve and Eddie. The director and first AD were running around frantically, shouting into walkies 

'Where is costume? We need them on set now!'

'Fucks sake, can anyone here sew these damn trousers up for Munson?!' The AD wailed. 

A sweet voice chirped up from the far side of the stage, 

'Oh! I can!' Steve whipped his head round to see one of the winged backing singers trotting over. 

'Alright Ed, let's see the damage,' she chuckled. 

For the first time, Steve could see her properly, no longer obscured by the artificial fog. The way he suddenly felt himself struggle for air made him wonder if he'd inhaled too much of it. But it wasn't the smoke, it was her. She was tall and leggy with exposed skin sun-kissed. Her hair similarly sun-bleached, perfectly undone and beachy, he's pretty certain he should hand his crown as 'The Hair' over to her immediately. Everything about her looked effortless, the make up added to her by costume being completely unnecessary. Steve's sure she was ethereal without the make up or the wings. 

'Oh of course you know how to fix this,' Eddie playfully chides her. 

She chuckles and it's lovely, her voice his soft with a little grit. 

'Yeah, yeah. Wonder Woman over here. Wait there, I'll go get a sewing kit,' she lands a little punch to Eddie's shoulder and skips off. 

Steve is left blinking dreamily off in the direction she went off to, his hand seeking out Eddie, hoping feeling something tangible would bring him back down to earth. 

'Munson! Who. The. Hell. Was. That.' 

'Huh?' Eddie was fiddling with the wires of his guitar, not yet noticing his friends bewildered face 'what? Marissa?' 

Steve nods frantically, jaw still dropped. 

'Marissa? Yes! Tell me more!' he gasped. 

Eddie answers, half distracted as he hands his guitar off to someone. 

'Oh yeah, she went to college with Y/N. They're good friends. Did the same course but she can sing so got her a spot doing backing singing for Corroded Coffin...'

Finally Eddie turns around properly to see the state of Steve who is currently stood there like a cartoon character, gawping with hearts popping out his eyes.

'My god... Steve Harrington has a crush, doesn't he?' 

Steve looks at his friend with the most tragically lovesick expression, he gulps and nods. 

'I think I might have to marry her.'

Eddie sympathetically pats his friend on the back, suddenly now aware how he must've looked when he saw you for the first time. 

Steve finds himself alone, sat in the dressing room with Marissa as she artfully stitches up the rip. Eddie had feigned an excuse to leave them alone, deciding Marissa may heal Steve's broken heart a lot better than the bottle of whiskey they would've drank later. 

'So you sing, you're creative... Eddie said you did the same course as Y/N and you sew,' Steve croons, 'what can't you do?'

Marissa flashes him a dazzling smile, 'we just met but I might keep you around, Steve Harrington. You're good for my ego!' 

He has to stop himself from begging her to keep him around so he lets out a laugh and tries to play it cool. 

'But seriously, how do you know how to sew?' 

'Well...' Marissa starts as she carefully threads a needle, 'I have like, five siblings. All younger. Mostly boys. You have no idea how many clothes you'd get through with little boys if you don't know how to sew,' she chuckles. 

Steve's heart aches in a way he's never felt before, his chest feels warm like something is blooming under his rib cage. 

'That's really nice...' he smiles, 'guess you like being in the city now though? Get away by yourself.' 

Marissa stops and shakes her head adamantly, 'no, actually I hate it. I miss them all the time. The city is cool and stuff but I don't know... nothing compares to home.' 

Steve nods, he knows exactly what she means. The city is fun, he likes coming on adventures with Eddie but he's never having more fun than when everyone is round at his usually empty house; filling it with noise. 

'You got siblings then?' She asks curiously. 

'No... well... technically no,' Marissa looks puzzled at his response, 'I'm an only child but I guess when I was like eighteen I ended up kind of adopting a bunch of twelve year olds and now I'm kinda stuck with them.' 

Marissa grins like she knows what he means, Steve's words not even raising any questions and he can't help but grin in response. 

'Is that Dustin and the others? Eddie and Y/N have told me all about them. They seem great. It's sweet that you took them under your wing... really sweet.' She emphasises then last part as she looks at Steve's kind, warm caramel eyes and she hopes he knows she actually means that he is really sweet. 

The pair of them chatter none stop until she's finished stitching the trousers. They continue even as Eddie is putting them back on. They talk until Marissa is practically manhandled by the AD and put back in front of her microphone. As they begin filming again, Steve almost forgets that he's there to watch Eddie. As far as he's concerned, the only person in the room is Marissa. The soft lights illuminating her, almost adding a halo to match the wings. The second the director calls 'CUT!' She is rushing back over to Steve to carry on chatting. 

'So has accidental teen fatherhood put you off being an actual dad then? Guess you've got enough kids already,' she laughs. 

Steve shakes his head adamantly as he realises he's not afraid to tell Marissa how much he wants kids. He's been hesitant to ever mention it to exes, knowing that the reaction of those he's told has been of confusion or disappointment. Groaning that the infamous Steve Harrington doesn't have worldly ambitions, he just wants to have a family. 

'Hell no,' he can't help himself confessing, 'I'd have a whole Von Trapp family if my partner would let me.'

Marissa's face falls slightly, she can't hide her disappointment.

'Oh... you have a girlfriend?' She whispers glumly. Steve shakes his head frantically 

'God no!' He snorts, 'I'm notoriously cursed in the romance department. Ask Eddie or Y/N!'

She smiles at how cute he looks when he's self deprecating and lets her fingers brush his arm. The hairs on Steve's body stand on end at her magnetic touch. 

'I find that hard to believe,' Marissa smiles coyly. Steve thinks his heart is lodged in his throat, he coughs trying to scramble his thoughts together. 

'Wh-what about you? Changed enough nappies from your siblings to put you off for life?' 

She shakes her head, her soft waves shimmying and brushing against Steve's skin. 

'Never. I think... I think having a big family of my own is all I've ever really wanted.' 

The pair had been walking towards Marissa's dressing room, well, she had been and Steve had been following her hopelessly. They stop outside the door, their eyes meeting and both of them with the same soft hazy look. Both wondering if the other can hear how fast their hearts are beating. 

Marissa doesn't want Steve to go and knows he's too sweet to press forward but she's pretty certain that's what is special about him. So she takes control and digs for any reason to keep him here. 

'C-could you help me?' Steve cocks his head 'my wings... kinda tricky to get off?' She points over her shoulder at them. 

'Oh-oh! Yeah, shit, yeah of course!' 

He follows her inside and she stops, turning her back to him. 

'They're just kinda attached to the dress... sorry, they're a little difficult.'

They both nervously chuckle. Steve takes a deep breath before carefully gathering her hair  and draping it over her shoulder revealing her bare back. Across the span of her shoulders are a series of freckles mapped out like constellations. As his long fingers fumble with untangling the straps he sees her tan lines and he can't help but think how beautiful Marissa probably looks on the beach. His breath hitches at the thought and he reminds himself to concentrate at the job at hand. But it's hard not to get lost in her scent radiating from her hair and skin, she smells like summer. Radiating warmth in a way he's never known anyone to before. 

Marissa feels her skin prickle with goosebumps each time Steve's fingers glide against her. She never felt a man with such soft hands before or such careful touch. He untangles the wings as if she's made of precious crystal and truthfully, Marissa feels precious just from how Steve looks at her. 

That night your phone rings you yawn and stretch over to get it. Barely a sleepy 'Hello' leaves your mouth before Marissa barrages you. 

'Oh my god, Y/N why have you never told me about him before? Shit, I feel thirteen. I don't think I've ever had a crush this bad before. He's like something out of a romcom. He's perfect. He's so kind and gentle and sweet and OH ugh the way he talks about those kids?' 

You chuckle, 'so... I take it you met Steve?' 

Marissa nods frantically before she realises you can't see her through the phone, 'YES! And I'll never speak to you again if I don't see him again.' 

In all your time knowing her, you've never heard her like this over a guy before and the fact it's about your sweet, unlucky in love Steve makes you want to squeak. Maybe, finally, you can return the favour for him helping introduce you to Eddie.

'I'll see what I can do.'

In a bar back in New York, Eddie is listening to the same manic ramblings from a tipsy Steve. Eddie blinks as he trips over his words. 

'Oh mannn, think she's s'cool! Who made her? WHO?'

Eddie shrugs, 'I don't know man, her mom and dad I guess?'

Steve presses two fingers to Eddie's lips who's eyes just widen at the contact.

'No, Edward,' Steve whispers, 'the big man did.' He gestures to the sky as Eddie struggles to hide a smirk. 

'Ozzy?' Steve just groans and swats at his friends teasing. 

'Sorry Steve, sorry. I'll talk to the missus. See what we can do.' 

Everything quickly falls into place for Steve and Marissa. It's the most natural thing to happen to either. For the first time, Steve doesn't feel himself trying to be someone for a woman, Marissa sees him for who he is. The first time she goes to Hawkins, Marissa knows immediately this is where she was always meant to be. This felt like the small town she dreamt of having her big family in. It no longer takes the whole gang to stop Steve from feeling alone in his big empty house, just Marissa's presence alone fills the space. Gradually, Steve pieces together who he's supposed to be in this world. When Robin graduates in summer that year, they open up a coffee shop and record store. It quickly becomes a place where people and kids of all kinds come to relax and a sense of true pride that Steve has never felt before, fills him. He's proud of himself for making something special. 

Over Christmas, Steve meets all of Marissa's siblings. Five that despite all being in their teens now, look at her like she hung the moon and stars. He watches how she loves them, paying each one equal attention, knowing everything about their lives despite no longer living in the same house as them. Marissa watches in return as she sees how the six people she loves the most, merge together perfectly. Her sides ache from laughter watching her four brothers tackle Steve. She notices how he teaches them new games and keeps them all entertained. How he instinctively knows how to fix or set up their Christmas presents. Her heart aches seeing how he goes out of his way to make time for her only sister, April. Sharing with her all the girly knowledge he's absorbed over the years from Robin, Max and Eleven. 

Whilst she's occupied with washing the dishes, Marissa is blissfully unaware of what's afoot. When discussing hair products with April, the young girl breaks off the conversation to scan her surroundings before beckoning Steve to lower his ear to her mouth. 

'You're the nicest boy she's ever been with. I hope you stay together,' she whispers. Steve's cheeks blush, he hopes so too. 

Clearly April had initiated a meeting of the siblings which is where Steve found himself now. Sat in the basement, five loving siblings sat facing him in a circle. Were they not teenagers, Steve would've felt like he'd been called into a meeting with the mob. 

The oldest spoke first, despite being eighteen, he was taller than Steve and frankly, alarmingly intimidating. 

'As you know, Marissa is very, very special,' he began with a serious tone, 'she is more than our big sister, she is like our mom. So who she dates is very VERY important.'

Steve gulps, nodding. He looks around the room, each sibling wearing a somber face - until his eyes meet April's. She is grinning, the hand dangling at her side forms a little thumbs up and Steve lets out the breath he's been holding since he got cornered fifteen minutes ago. 

'So far,' the oldest continues, 'our sister has dated a bunch of fucking losers... and then she brought you home, Steve. We have seen it and we have discussed it, we can confirm none of her exes have made her as happy as you do. And none of them have taken the time to get to know us like you have.'

The others all hum in agreement, faces easing slightly now. 

'Therefore, we collectively, grant you our blessing. You are the first man in history to have received this, if you want to live then you best make sure you're the last to receive it too.'

He then walks forward and shakes Steve's hand, it's the firmest handshake Steve has ever received and it squeezes out the rest of the breath he'd been holding. 

'Well guys,' Steve begins, 'first of all, thank you. It's an honour. It's also an honour to be with Marissa. I mean, I haven't told her this yet... we only met in May but... shit. Fuck it. She's my soulmate.' 

The boys all nod in approval, the moment only broken by April who stands to her feet and erupts. 

'Well good god, Steven. What are you waiting for? TELL HER!'

He quickly realises that once again, a little girl is the scariest person he knows. Max would like April. 

'Agh! Alright, alright, I will! But... that's not actually my name.' 

That night, Steve flops into bed with Marissa, both of them exhausted from the day. They both lie on their backs, staring at the ceiling whilst their fingers seek each other and intertwine. 

'So... you met the siblings. They scared you off yet?' Marissa chuckles nervously. 

Steve squeezes her hand. 

'No... in all honesty, i'm probably going to spend the rest of my life with you,' he admits like it's the easiest thing in the world, but with her it really feels like it is. 

'Oh...' she croaks. 

Steve turns to face her now, his thumb rubbing her knuckles. 

'Is that okay?' he whispers. Marissa turns to him too, her free hand stroking away a fallen blade of his perfect hair. 

'Yeah. That's okay.'  

From then on, the pair were as good as married. The next spring Marissa moved to Hawkins, the place she was always meant to be. By the end of the year (1991) Steve finally sells the house that had never been his home. Without needing to say it, him and Marissa choose an old house they can work on together to make into a home. Between Marissa's brothers and Steve's boys, the perfect home they both grew up dreaming of was finally completed. Dustin can't help his mouth speaking before his brain can stop him, 'anyway, man... what do you even need a house this big for? There's a shit tonne of bedrooms!'

Steve can't deny it so he comes clean, 'nuggets, Dustin. I'm going to fill it with a bunch of nuggets.' 

In March 1993, Eddie is refusing to speak to Steve. Only two weeks after proposing to you does Steve overshadow the news by announcing Marissa is pregnant. Steve knew Eddie was proposing, having given him the ring for safe keeping in October until it was the perfect moment. You weren't bothered, you were mainly thrilled that two of the people you loved the most had ended up together and were about to start a family. They were both getting everything they ever dreamed of and you knew Eddie realised that deep down; sometimes he just needed to sulk. Steve has an inkling as to how he can win Eddie over. 

Eddie is hunkered away in his studio at home when you knock on, startling him. 

'Hey sweet boy, you've got something in the post. It looks really important, thought it might be contracts so I brought them straight up,' you try to keep your best poker face on. 

Eddie swivels round in his chair, scooting closer and making grabby hands for you to come and sit on his lap - and who are you to refuse your fiancé? 

'Ah thank you, sweetheart. Keeping my life together? What would I do without you?' He presses a kiss on your cheek as he tears the envelope open. 

Inside is a card with a blank front, Eddie looks at you puzzled as your try to contain the smile creeping up on your lips. Carefully he opens it and squints attempting to analyse the photo inside and then he gasps. It's a baby scan. Underneath in Steve's handwriting it says 

'Eddie Munson, I offer you your greatest quest yet - are you ready to be a godfather?'

Eddie jumps to his feet, forgetting you're even there causing you to stumble. 

'Is this??' he practically squeals. 

'Steve and Marissa's baby,' you grin. 

You barely finish your reply before Eddie is out the door and running down the stairs before you catch up to him, you hear him find what he was going to go and look for. 

'STEVE!!!' 

Steve and Marissa had come round to deliver it, hoping Eddie wouldn't be able to resist the baby picture. When you get down the stairs you find the pair looking like kids, embracing each other and jumping up and down. Marissa catches your eye and you both crack up that you've both found yourselves spending your lives with the biggest kids around.

When Eddie pulls away you can see his eyes are red with tears and he's so overcome with emotion his words are barely a whisper. 

'I'm so sorry man. D-do you really mean it? You want me to be god f-father... not Dustin?'

Steve's teary eyed as well and shakes his head. 

'No way bro, I had to repay you somehow for introducing me to my baby mama!' Marissa playfully slaps his arm for the nickname. The boys are quick to continue their embrace. 

On the 2nd January 1994, a baby boy with the greatest hair the world has ever seen is born. Robert 'Rob' James Harrington. The second Steve holds his firstborn and a tiny hand clenches round his finger, Steve knew that he'd been right; his purpose in life was always to be a dad. 

Rob is barely one before the pair announce baby number two in April 95. A couple of months later, you and Eddie are announcing the same thing for the first time. Once again you and Marissa witness your partners hug and jump around this time over them both being dads. The pair wait on you and your matching bumps on hand and foot, constantly calling each other and comparing notes about their girls' pregnancies. When you and Marissa discover you're both having girls, Steve and Eddie can barely look at each other without  bursting into tears. Having babies at the same time bonding them for life. In hindsight it only made sense that Steve and Marissa's Corey ended up together with yours and Eddie's Sloane. 

In October 97 Steve and Marissa have double trouble - twins. A boy and a girl Jacob Dustin and Sophia April Harrington. It's once they watch their new twins asleep in their hospital cots and Rob and Corey curled up on the sofa that Steve realises something. He whispers, careful not to wake his tribe,

'Marissa, babe... we forgot to get married.'

Steve's initial musing when he first met Marissa, that she'd look beautiful on a beach was correct. He'd never been so speechless as her oldest brother, who'd given him permission all those years ago, escorts her in her floating white dress. Steve's teary eyes look towards the front row where you and Eddie sit with his gaggle of kids. It's not exactly the Von Trapps, but Steve thinks four out of six nuggets is pretty good going.

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This is just a lil preview of the first and only request I’ve ever gotten from @melodymunson I’ve been working on it for waaaay too long, and I’m hoping I’ll be done with it by the end of the weekend. But it’s rockstar!Eddie x Reader & her Girlfriend. This will be about their second night together, they spent a very spicy night with him in his van outside a bar but they haven’t seen him since he got a record deal and moved to cali over a year ago. Reader is a sub, Eddie is a switch(which he didn’t discover until your previous night together), and my OC Chloe is a dom. Also I think I made her too hot because I’m in love with her now…

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“Good. You gonna be a good boy for me? I’ll only let you touch my girl if you’re good.” She was bent down to look him directly in the eyes, seeming even taller than she already was and he kind of felt like he was going to bust in his pants right now.

“Yes, I’ll be good. Promise.” He was looking up at her with those pretty doe eyes, driving her crazy.

“Good boy.” She ran her thumb over his bottom lip and he lapped his tongue over it before taking it into his mouth. “Very good boy.”

You squirmed in place, shoving your hands between your legs and squeezing as you watched them. You were honestly so horny at this point you needed one of them to touch you before you exploded. The way Chloe was talking to him made your head spin.

“Mmm and we have my good girl too” she said as she looked over at you. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me and Eddie tonight baby?”

“Yes I wanna be good” you bit your lip and nodded eagerly, letting out a little hum when she offered you her thumb the same way she did Eddie.

“Good. You can start by getting those hands from between your thighs, I didn’t give you permission to do that.” You stuttered out an apology and brought your hands from between your thighs, resting them in your lap.

“I’ll let it slide just this once, because my baby is just so eager huh? Want us both to fuck you so bad don’t you?”

You slid her thumb from your mouth, knowing she would want a verbal answer. “Yes, I want it so bad, been wanting it so bad. I need it.”

“Look how pretty you both look on your knees for me.” She brought a hand to each of your throats and applied just the right amount of pressure. “Take each other's clothes off.”

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BUT YEARS PASS AND I LOVE YOU THE SAME (part II/II)

Summary: Back in 1986, Y/n broke Eddie's trust and heart. He's on top of the world now, his dreams are coming true, and yet he can't help but wish things had been slightly different. A letter serves him as an excuse to aim for a second chance.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: smutty angst w/ a happy ending (?)

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Warnings: language, fairly light yet explicit smut, afab!reader, smoking

A/N: this is long bc it started off as a couple of suggestive paragraphs because I just Don't Write Smut. 'Then what happened?' you'll ask, and I won't be able to respond. I'm sorry for all the angst, but I'm sure you'll enjoy <3

Prequel: Liar. Traitor. Backstabber.

Sequel: but years pass and I love you the same (I/II)

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Eddie's chocolate eyes were wide when he stared at me, making me regret my sudden forwardness.

"To see the place." I clarified; just a lame excuse to calm the nerves of us both. The situation was already difficult enough to navigate.

"Yeah, okay." He nodded rapidly, more to himself than to me, before we climbed off the vehicle and walked the short distance between the pavement and my front door.

I struggled to get the keys, hands slightly shaky and palms sweaty due to both the situation and the fact that Eddie refused to allow me any kind of distance from him. The front of his torso was nearly glued to my side; head tilted down due to him observing my hands, caused his long hair to tingle the bare skin of my neck.

"You forgot how to open doors or what?"

"You forgot what personal space is or what?" I snapped at his smug tone, placing a hand on his chest to push him back while I pulled the right key. "If you wanna touch me just say it, Christ."

I actually only half meant that. It was more of a panic fueled scowl than an actual suggestion, but when I, triumphant after managing to unlock the door, met his eyes, I saw his response painting his gaze.

"What if I do?" We were close enough for me to feel his breathed words fanning on my cheek. "What if I wanna touch you. Like, really bad."

Shit.

My body was way faster than my brain; by the time I registered my actions, Eddie's mouth was on mine, his hands roaming my curves while I walked backwards into my house, tugging him with me by the silvery buckle of his belt.

Outer layers were flying out of the way even before I could close the door again. The door. Jesus.

"Hold up," I hummed against his lips, struggling with my selfcontrol to successfully separate from him in order to shut and lock the door.

Ever the clingy one, Eddie didn't wait for me to come back to him; instead, his hands came from behind to grip my hips, pulling me flush against him.

"I said hold up." I spoke in a stern tone, trying and failing to keep a cool head when his lips latched to my neck, planting open-mouthed kisses just in the right places.

"Don't wanna." He mumbled against my skin.

"Eddie."

Despite his whines, he seemed to listen and separated his body from me for a couple of seconds —enough time for me to close the door— though I couldn't even get a word in before his hands briefly came back to my hips and swiftly spun me around, tearing a small yelp out of me.

EDDIE'S P. O. V.

I was going to go in for yet another hungry kiss, and I... became motionless.

The fact that I hadn't stared at her up close until that very moment hit me like a freight train. Yes, I had stolen glances, shared looks, I had observed her from afar, but it was in that exact moment, with my hands frozen halfway up her blouse and her fingertips gracing the collar of my shirt that we stood face to face after four years.

Four bitter years, and it still hurt to look at her. It wasn't even fair, how beautiful she appeared to be.

Her brows furrowed at my halt, digits threatening to fall from my chest into the abyss between us. I feared the spell we were under would break due to the still silence, so I reconnected our lips before allowing my turmoil of mixed emotions a moment of clearance, which resulted in a frantic game of push and pull —a tug of war between the pain of a wound that never healed and the need to feel her close again.

Y/n struggled with matching the pace of my mouth and hands on her while I drove her away from the front door and deeper into the unknown room. It was erratic. Confusing.

One instant, I was cradling her cheeks while I melted into a bittersweet kiss, and the next I was pulling and tugging on anything —her hair, her clothes, her skin— in an attempt to release some of my pent up tension.

Three dangerous words threatened to spill from my parted lips while Y/n's nails traveled under my shirt to lightly scratch my abdomen, her tongue licking a stripe from my clavicle to my jawline before placing a soft, featherlight kiss there.

I accidentally backed her into some piece of furniture —probably a table?—; a soft wince of pain escaped her lips, mixed with a low moan when my mouth found the soft spot on the crook of her neck. That was when the hazarding sentence ran free.

"God, I hate you."

I hadn't meant to say it out loud, because it implied I still cared deeply. That's why a regretful 'fuck' followed my statement, my forehead falling on her shoulder while I braced myself on the surface behind her.

One of Y/n's hands also fell on the wooden edge, but the other remained on the back of my head, stroking my hair with enough care to make my eyes well up.

"Do you really?" Her voice held an anguish to it I didn't need to hear. "Cause if you do... well, can't blame you, can I?" Please don't fall, I begged my tears, shutting my eyes. "But if you don't, please don't say that okay? 'Cause I've spent these past four years being pretty sure you hated me."

Did I really hate her? Yeah, In a way. I hated her a little, but I hated myself way more, because maybe, if I had acted different about it, if I had let her explain... Maybe if I hadn't been nosey, or—

"Eddie?"

I sniffed, blinking away the salty water in my eyes before meeting Y/n's eyes again; her irises too glistened, thoroughly examining my expression.

"I should shut the fuck up, shouldn't I?" my rhetorical question was accompanied by a halfhearted laugh.

I felt Y/n's index tucking one of the locks framing my face behind my ear while I casted my head down in order to compose myself because God knows I wanted— no, I needed to do this so bad, but I had to get a grip first.

My orbs ended up roaming her chest, the sight making my dick twitch in my pants. I naturally followed the curves of her breasts, now sporting a couple of purple marks. The upper buttons of the blouse had been undone the moment we came through the door, making it easy for me to catch a glimpse of the lace bra beneath it, as well as of the mysterious pendant hanging from a long thin chain around her neck.

Hm. I hadn't paid it any mind before, too focused on making sure I kissed every inch of her, but now it was the perfect time to check it.

Her chest heaved when I tugged on the silvery cord to uncover the pendant. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of my ring.

"Jeez, you have so many." Y/n's amused laugh echoed in my room. She was a sight for sore eyes; sat crosslegged on my carpet, swimming in one of my biggest shirts while her fingers dug on the shoebox where I kept all my rings. "Can I keep one?"

The sunlight of the early morning slipped through my curtains and made her skin glow; lying on my stomach, tangled on my comforter, I wonder how I had gotten so lucky.

"Choose as many as you want, princess."

"Jesus..." I gulped, processing the newly acquired information.

"I wear it... sometimes." She confessed, unable to meet my widened gaze. "I forgot I had it on. If you want, I can give it ba—"

I gave the ring a firm tug, mindful not to break the chain, and placed my lips back on hers before more words could be spilled, taking the first chance I got to slip my tongue into her mouth. It became clear that the one thing we shouldn't be doing was talking.

"I think" I whispered, placing a kiss on Y/n's shoulder. "that we should— uhhh... keep our mouths busy. Cause we're not exactly thinking straight."

"Clearly." She scoffed, giving me an up-and-down look before nodding at my pants. "Take those off." I was momentarily stunned by both the sudden change of mood and her straightforwardness. "You want me to keep my mouth busy or not?" There was certain frustration in her tone as her own hands traveled down my torso, making my muscles clench under their slight pressure, until they reached my buckle.

"Busy with what, my dick?" I tried to tease, still slightly malfunctioning.

It didn't help that, while unbuckling my belt, she met my eyes and responded with a deadpanning "Yes."

Holy shit. Snapping out of my momentary shock, I caught Y/n's forearms right as she began to kneel down in front of me, and pulled her upright before sitting her up on the table behind.

"Eddie!" She squealed at the move, squeezing my forearms when my fingers traveled down to unbutton her own jeans. "What are you doing?"

"If you suck me off right now I won't last a damn minute, okay?" I mumbled, hands shaky from the arousal. "So how 'bout I keep my mouth busy instead, yeah?"

Y/n wrapped her legs around my middle and drew me in, triggering a groan out of me when her clothed core pressed against the tent formed in my now partially visible boxers.

"What makes you think I'm gonna last?" She whispered, rocking her hips against mine and causing me to subconsciously do the same, my forehead falling back into the crook of her neck, this time out of pleasure. "If I see you— mmmfuck—" she threw her head back once my hands snuck under her blouse to fondled her breasts while my teeth dug in her soft skin. "If I see you between my legs, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind."

"Driving you crazy sounds tempting." My breath fanned over the mark I had just left on her. I had to squeeze my eyes shut and bite the inside of my cheek to keep the sinful sounds that threatened to leave my body when one of Y/n's hands felt my hard-on over my underwear, nails playfully ghosting over it.

"Eddie?" She singsonged, her free hand tangling on my locks and pulling at my roots, forcing me to look at her. "I wanna hear you, love."

"God, Y/n..." My hand gripped her body in any place I could find in order to ground me when I her cold fingers entering getting past the elastic of my boxers. "Shit I-mmm..." My blunt nails dug into her still clothed thighs when, after a bit of struggle due to the lack of space between our bodies, she managed to wrap her hand around my dick. "missed you... I missed you so... holy- Jesus Y/n- fuck..."

"Missed you too, so much. You have no idea." She mumbled, lazily stroking my length, making me pant heavily. "Tried to move on, y'know? but no one feels as good as you." Y/n's lips placed a kiss on my cheek, her hummed words wrapped around me like silk, feeling equally suffocating and pleasant.

I sucked in a breath when Y/n's thumb ran over the head of my dick, making my legs buckle. "Okay st— fffuck! Stop." I begged, halfheartedly pulling Y/n's hand out of my boxers, tearing a quiet whine from me and a confused look from her.

"What's wro— Eddie!" My name came out of her in a high-pitched squeak when I dragged her down to her feet and yanked both her jeans and panties down, letting them pool at her ankles. "Oh God..." She breathed out at the sight of me kneeling down, tugging one of her legs completely out of her clothes to throw it over my shoulder.

Holding her thigh in place, I placed a trail of kisses on the inside of it. "Y'know what else I missed?" She threw her head back, her chest heaving unevenly when one of my thumbs pressed on her clit, soon joined by my tongue lapping at her cunt.

"Eddie... Fuck... So good... so good for me..."

I couldn't help myself but moan into her, buckling my hips in a desperate search of some kind of friction at both the praises and how beautiful she looked just like this.

"Wait..." Her voice trembled when her fingers dove into my locks, giving me a quick pull as a signal to halt my motions. "Need you inside me."

I lost no time to stand up, tearing my shirt off me in the process. "Room?"

"Hmm?" Her lids were only half open, hands cupping my face to bring me in for a sloppy kiss.

"Your bedroom, Y/n." I growled into the kiss, growing insanely impatient. "Where's your damn bedroom." I questioned again, reaching in my back pocket for a condom before getting rid of my pants and shoes.

Y/n caught my motions and proceeded to completely unbutton her blouse and throw it behind her. "Second door on the left."

"Second door on the left?" She nodded, enclosing my hips between her legs when I tapped her thigh. "C'mon, princess." I unclasped her bra, giving her a couple of seconds to throw it away before picking her up.

Given the way her hands caressed my chest and cheeks and the look she was giving me, it was a miracle we even got to the bed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

I woke up at 6:17, not by my alarm, but by the heavy arm that had just fell on my bare stomach.

Eddie. Shit.

With the upmost care, I moved his limb away from me and slid off the bed, grabbing my pyjamas before locking myself in the bathroom.

I need a hot second to process the previous night's events —not only the fact that we had slept together, but also what had happened after.

Mostly what had happened after.

Once we both had come down from our highs, limbs shaking and bodies covered in a thin coat of sweat, Eddie pulled out with a wince and thrashed the condom into the can at the corner of my room.

Panting, he sat back on his heels, lips slightly parted. I saw hesitation in his eyes before he asked with a reedy voice, "Do you want me to leave now?"

Instead of offering him a verbal response, I propped myself up and tugged him down to the mattress, engulfing him in a tight hug, which he instantly reciprocated.

"I don't—" he cleared his throat, nuzzling his face into my chest. "I don't hate you. I don't think I can." My heart skipped a beat at his words. "It pisses me off so much." He buried his face further into my skin, protecting himself from my gaze. "'cause, shit, you hurt me pretty bad, y'know."

I stayed still, trying to keep my own emotions under control. I knew there was no way in hell I would get him to open up again, so I couldn't fuck it up.

"I tried to hate you for a while, though. Tried to— yeah, tried to move on. But uh..." He made a long pause, presumably gathering up the courage to prop himself up to look at me. "Turns out that I—" he let out a single rueful laugh, a single tear rolling down his cheek and falling on mine. "I'm fucking stupid or something, 'cause I still love you. And I don't—" Eddie sniffed, lower lip trembling when my thumb traveling to his face and wiped a couple more drop of clear liquid he was unable to stop. "I don't know what to do about that."

Speechless, I met his lips —salty due to his silent crying— in a sweet peck and prompted him to lay back down.

We fell asleep like that, tangled up in both my sheets and unspoken words, leaving the serious chat for the morning.

I needed to think. And a shower.

I ran the tab and jumped in, mind racing so loud that I didn't hear Eddie getting up, nor how he not so quietly collected his things and left.

When I exited the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, I was met with an empty bed, a quiet house, and a note on the living room table.

'I have things to do, I'll see you tomorrow. Sorry.'

Tomorrow. I found myself scoffing at the note. He either didn't know the Principal had handed us Corroded Coffin's schedule, or he didn't care enough to make up a proper excuse.

By so-called tomorrow he would be on a plane heading to Europe, and I would be stuck with all I had wanted to tell him but couldn't because turns out he still loved to run away.

EDDIE'S P. O. V.

I regretted it the moment I started up the car, but what was I supposed to do? Go back in? I had barely made it out of the house without having to face Y/n. Plus, the note was written and the damage was done. Again.

The fact that I spent that day running from one friend's home to another, visiting the few people I had missed, made it easier to hide from Y/n.

And so I made unscathed through the day and the night —though going back to the trailer was particularly nerve-racking—, and soon enough, I was watching the Sun rise with the band in Indianapolis International Airport, shielding myself from the paparazzi until we made it into the plane.

Guilt gnawed at me throughout the whole trip, so, once we had been driven to our hotel in Paris, I locked myself in the room and made a call to the United States.

Robin seemed far from happy to hear that I needed a favor from her.

"Are you serious right now?"

"...Yeah?" My tone was unsure while I sat down on the bed, placing the phone base on my lap.

"No!" With a wince, I pulled the handset away from my ear at her outraged yell. "You're an asshole. An asshole with a capital 'A', Munson."

"I know, I know." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "C'mon Buckley, please."

"She's on the tabloids because of your little nightly rendezvous." She scolded me. "You know she's a private person, and you left her here to deal with it alone."

"I had a plane to—"

"And now you call me asking to talk to her for you?"

"I'm—"

"When you didn't even say goodbye to her?"

Her well-deserved lecture made it hard for me to get my point through. "Listen, Robin, I just need talk to her okay? can you at least give me her number?"

She hummed in a mockingly thoughtful manner before responding with a quipping "Nope."

"Robin wait— Shit!" I groaned in frustration, throwing the phone to the floor to rub my face with both hands, lying down on the silky sheets.

I tried to call again, and again, and again until Marla ushered me out of the room, claiming we were going to be late for the show if I kept moping.

I phoned again from the Palais omnisports de Paris-Bercy before the concert and obtained no response.

Needless to say, the performance in Paris was awful. I would have felt much worse with myself, had my mind not been clouded by regret. I must have been looking quite bad, because the boys didn't even scold me for my lack of focus —they just let me sport a scowl in silence and reclude myself in the hotel room until we had to move to Dublin for our grand finale.

Marla wouldn't stop reminding me how important it was, and how the Paris incident couldn't happen again because 'Eddie, I don't care about your little gone-wrong liaison moment, if you want another world tour, you're gonna have to give it your all tonight'.

I did want another world tour, but I also wanted to to wallow in self-pity and never see anyone again. I had been given me a second chance with Y/n, and I had royally fucked it up.

But maybe...

I lightbulb went out in my head. Maybe I could do something still.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

I sat on my couch, leaning on its arm with my legs sprawled on it; the reports I was supposed to be filling about Hawkins' state were long forgotten in my lap.

My attention had instead chosen as a focal point the TV, which had been broadcasting Corroded Coffin's last show of the tour. The volume had been tuned down to the minimum for the majority of the time, but after giving up on my work, I turned it up to fully enjoy it. Thankfully, it was way better than their last one.

Why do I do this to myself? I thought when, during Eddie's last solo, the camera man switched the wide shot for a flattering close up of the lead singer. Way too flattering. He looked somewhat divine.

I forced myself to look away until I heard the song end and the crowd applauses and screams, which soon turned into shouts for an encore.

"Alright, alright!" Eddie let out a breathy laugh into the mic, fingers combing his damp hair out of the way. "You get one more!" He made a pause to catch his breath. "This one's... kinda special!"

While Eddie talked to the audience, his bandmates spreaded out. Gareth got up from the drums and walked backstage, jogging back with a black stool; their newest member put the bass down and went to grab a microphone, and Jeff strolled to the side to get a hold of an acoustic guitar being handed to him from the side of the stage.

Eddie gifted Jeff a smile when his bandmate swapped his electric guitar for the one he had just acquired.

"You already listened to it tonight but-" Eddie's tongue stuck out while he tuned the instrument. "There's three things you don't know about it!" He gave Gareth an appreciative nod when the younger boy set the stool behind him. "First! It's meant to be played with an acoustic guitar!" He took a step forward, giving the bass kid space to maneuver the spare mic before the stool. "Second! Long Lost isn't the real name, but the original title was too damn long!"

A snort from Eddie. More cheers. My stomach was doing flips out of anxiety, for some reason I didn't quite understand.

"Third! I... uh... I wrote it—" He was nervous, I could tell, even when he was trying to play it off. "Ehem, I wrote it for a close friend of mine!"

The long-haired boy shot a look behind him and, as if on cue, the group exited the stage. Taking a deep breath, Eddie walked further into the stage, dragging his mic with him, to occupy the stool.

"This is probably not the corny shit you signed up for, but bare with me for three minutes and a half!" A round of laughter could be heard in television, tearing an open half smile from Eddie. "Okay Dublin, this is But Years Pass And I Love You The Same!"

The crowd awed collectively. A single spotlight illuminated Eddie. The guitar string played a simple melody and my heart stopped. Those were the chords he would jokingly play me whenever I asked to hear his music.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

EDDIE'S P. O. V.

Knock knock knock.

I cursed under my breath, tossing my lighter on the nightstand, cigarette hanging from my lips while I stalked to the suite's door. "Marla, I swear if you don't let me be for five fucking minutes-"

The girl before me clicked her tongue, nose and cheeks rosey due to Dublin's unforgiving cold weather. "Not Marla. Sorry."

I blinked at her in awe, not quite processing what was happening. "Y/n?"

"Hi." She gave me a small wave. "Am I... Interrupting anything?" Her eyes shot a look at my naked torso before subtly attempting to take a look behind me, presumably to check I was alone.

"Yeah- No! no. You're good." I stuttered, suddenly subconscious about my choice of clothing -or the lack of it, matter-of-factly. "H-how did you find...?"

"I have my ways." She stated, taking off her leather gloves before reaching for my cigarette to give it a drag. "Can I...?" She nodded in the room's direction, passing the smoke back to me.

"Shit, yeah! Yeah, sorry, come in." I stepped away for her to enter my lodging, rushing to put out the cigarette and grab a shirt as soon as she was in. "Lemme-" my pulse was shaky when my hands reached to take her jacket and carry it to the armchair by the door. "Did you... Uhm..." God, she looked gorgeous. "Did Robin..." I scratched my neck in an anxious manner, taking cautious steps in her direction, "Did Robin talk to you?"

"Uh huh." She confirmed distractedly, taking a proper look at our surroundings. "I told her not to pick up any of your calls."

I felt the confusion substituting the initial surprise at how her words and actions lacked cohesion. "Then... why are you here?"

She quirked a brow at me, fingers picking at her nailpolish. "I don't know, you tell me." Sarcasm made her voice a little too bitter.

"Oh, c'mon." She shot me a cold glare which soon disolved into nearly imperceptible self-consciousness. It almost seemed like she was conflicted, just now realizing she didn't think it through.

Y/n took an exasperating long moment to respond, as if she was carefully picking every word she was going to speak. Or maybe she was just torturing me. "You sounded awful in Paris." She stated, plopping down on my bed.

"So lovely of you, to come all the way to here to tell me that." I squinted my eyes at her, heart beating fast at a thought I managed to voice. "Good to know you watch our concerts."

She caught what I meant, and she didn't like it. "Yeah, I watch your fucking concerts. Yeah, I saw your stupid little number." She sounded hurt. "You're sending me some fucked up mixed signals, Eddie. You sneak out of my house, leaving nothing but fucking note, and then you do that."

Silence.

"I'm... I'm sorry." I muttered, casting my head down as a child who's being chastised. "I shouldn't have left like that. Robin's right, I'm an asshole with a capital 'A'." I heard the mattress springs squeak when Y/n sat down, and plucked up the courage to look back up. "I tried to fix it with the only thing I'm good at. I was gonna do it back in Hawkins but... I backed out last minute."

Her shoulders were slouched, eyes fixed on her hands, fidgeting on her lap. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before meeting my gaze.

"Did you mean anything you said? That night at my place."

I felt the blood creeping up my neck, lighting my ears in dark red at the mere memory of my confession. It was terrifying, how it had taken me just her soft embrace to pathetically spill my guts.

"Any of it." I knew I would lie if I dared to open my mouth, so I limited myself to shake my head affirmatively. "Then why did you leave like that?"

"I don't-" Her gaze held a mocking question; 'I don't know? Really?'. "I got scared, okay? I wasn't ready to tell you."

"Which part?"

"All of it! You don't understand how much of a mess I've been these past four years. It's not even the fact that you fucked me over anymore! it's that I just— I just—"

The little sob that had shaken her frame at Motel 6's slummy balcony back in the summer of '86 had been engraved in my brain; it haunted me much more than the abrasive lies my mind would whisper about how she had used me, how she had only pretended to love me.

It was probably because those were lies, and it was a fact that she had risked her work ethics to prove that she did care.

It was also a fact that had broken her heart. Deep down, I knew it from the very first step I took in my van's direction, but pride and fear had taken over me so fast after muttering that one truth.

'You're the best thing that happened to me in a long time'. She was. She really was, and I chose to ran away instead of trying to fix it.

"I left you there! I've spent a ridiculous amount of nights wondering what would have happened if I had.... I don't know, ran back to you, Instead of driving out. Would it be any different now if I had come to terms with the fact that you were doing your goddamn job?" I ran my hands over my face up down and back up. "Maybe" I intertwined my fingers at the back of my head. "maybe if I had just— ugh! handed you the fucking backpack without getting nosey—"

"Eddie, you're spiraling." hadn't even realized that Y/n had gotten up to stand before me until her hands carefully removed mines from my locks.

Her touch and stare were so gentle, full of what most likely was sympathy but looked just a little too similar to love.

And there it went again. "I still love you. I meant every word, I wasn't ready to say that, and I panicked because shit, I see you for the first time in years and at first I don't even know how feel about it and then I'm at your house and-"

"Okay. Okay, get it." She reassured me, thumbs rubbing the back of my wrists. "Now breathe."

"Okay."

"You didn't let me get a word in."

"Sorry."

"Can I talk now?" I gave her an small nod, my eyelids fluttering when her palms cupped my face. "I wanna say a lot of things too, you know? But I'm not— it's not the time now. I meant it when I said I thought you hated me. I'm still processing that... Well, that you don't." She breathed out a nervous laugh, bringing the ghost of a half smile to my face. "To be honest, I don't really know if wanted to come, but I know that I couldn't take letting another four years pass. I really missed you."

"You came all the way to Dublin to tell me that you missed me?"

"I would've called," she released my cheeks from her hold, leaving my skin tingly. "but it's easier to track you."

I blinked a couple of times before snorting at her casual statement. "You tracked me."

"I tracked you."

"Lemme get this straight," I took a step back to accompany my following teasing with theatrical gesticulation, something I realized I hadn't done in a while. "You tracked my hotel room in Dublin," She playfully slapped my hand away when it got a bit too close to her. "To tell me you missed me."

"And to make fun of your performance in Paris."

"You were on my mind." I confessed, folding my arms over my chest, kicking the air.

"That's borderline offensive." Through my bangs, I saw a smile creep onto her face; a genuine smile —one that, thinking about it, I hadn't seen since the spring of '86. The way she seemed to gleam with it made something bloom in my chest, and all from sudden, it became hard for me to breathe. "What's that look for?"

"Nothing I just..." Kiss me kiss me kiss me. "How long you gonna stay?"

"I'm leaving in the morning."

"Do you... maybe... wanna stay here?" I struggled to lock eyes with her. Unbeknownst to me, she was just as nervous.

Her mouth opened and closed once before she actually responded with a grimace, "I don't think that'd be a good idea."

"Right." Y/n's sorry look let me know my visage had visibly fallen in defeat. "Uhm- I'll be back in the States in three days. If you want—" I did a 180, stalking to the desk on the room, where one of my music notebook laid. "You can give me your number and" ripping a blank sheet, I handed it to her along with a pen. "I don't know, we can meet halfway for a drink or something."

With the ghost of a content smile gracing her gaze, she silently took the piece of paper and the pen to carefully ink down the number.

She sighed, giving me an up-and-down before extending her arm and wiggling the note for me to take it, which I did. "Give me a call whenever you want."

"Whenever I want?" My eyebrows raised, a cheeky grin tugging the corner of my lips.

"Whenever you want." She confirmed, circling me in order to grab her jacket. "I really liked the song, by the way." It was nothing more than a mumble, but I somehow managed to catch it.

"I'm- Really? Huh, well, I-I'm glad you did." I attempted to sound as cool as possible, trying to mask the fulfilling excitement that made my body tingle; given the little laugh that escaped her lips while I opened the door for her, I did a rather poor job. "Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not laughing at you!" I gave her shoulder a little shove, causing her to step out of the suite. "I'm not. It's just..." She pursed her lips, examining my form, which now leaned on the doorframe, with nostalgic eyes. "I'm glad I came."

"Me too."

Unable to look at her for long, I casted my dark irises down, letting my left thumb fidget with the ring on my index finger.

It truly startled me when Y/n's shoes' appearance on my visual field was swiftly followed by her gently imprinting a lipgloss stain on my cheek.

Wide-eyed, I lifted my gaze to be met with her reddened cheeks. I couldn't find it in myself to tease her, feeling my own face heating up at the simple yet intimate touch.

From her mouth fell a quiet, unheeding 'good night', but her feet didn't move —not right away, at least, which gave me a few seconds to ponder if it would be worth it to...

I was never good at thinking things through; my body was soon moving on impulse, leaning on to steal a featherlight kiss from her.

Before I could even attempt to retreat, Y/n's hand came to caress my jaw, parting her lips to turn the innocent, tentative peck into a slow, open-mouthed kiss that escalated rather quickly once one of my hands left the doorframe to bring her closer by her hip.

"Stay." I breathed out, momentarily pulling away to check her features. "Please?"

Visibly battling with herself, Y/n puffed in defeat, letting her forehead rest on my chest. I wondered if she could feel the way she made my heart jackhammer with the mere touch of her lips.

"No fucking." She commanded, making my ribs thrum with amused laughter. "And you drive me to the airport tomorrow."

"As you wish, m'lady." I promised, planting a kiss on her temple.

I effortlessly pulled us back into the room, savoring the feeling of beginning to be truly happy again.

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[wordynerdygurl]

Someone to Watch Over Me

Part 4 - Only Man I Ever Think of With Regret Part 5 - I'd Like to Add His Initials to my Monogram

Author's Note: Hi everyone! I finished Part 4 and Part 5 - you can find them both on AO3 using these links!

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Eu amo a dualidade de Eddie, ele mudando em segundos porque ele é um bebezão travesso. Quem só precisa de coxas no rosto e um toque suave nos cachos

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[thekittytat]

The Green Room

Part II: Heavy Metal

Eddie x Punk Female OC

Part I: The Banshee Part III: Submission

Summary: It’s 1983 and Eddie is a local metal god who has captured the attention of a sexy punk drifter. His charisma and theatrical personality are put to the test when he’s in her presence, but all she wants is that dramatic rock star character to carry over into more intimate situations. Who can resist his charm?

Warnings: Smut 18+ Both characters are over 18. Marijuana/cigarette smoking, mentions of unspecified drugs, language, perv!Eddie and his pervy, vivid imagination, alcohol, heavy flirting, Eddie is a tease, fingering, pet names, some fluff, soft dom Eddie, masturbation (male), edging, porn with plot.

There WILL be a part III and it’s almost finished already, it was gonna be part of this but was getting really long so I broke it up.

Song inspiration: Heavy Metal by Sammy Hagar

“Tight pants and lipstick

She’s riding on razor’s edge

She holds her own against the boys

Yeah, cuts through the crowd just like a wedge.”

WiP playlist and looking for suggestions on spicy 70s-80s rock/metal songs

Word Count: 3.8k

A slender hand reached across the small bathroom in the back of the music venue to grip a half-smoked blunt from the hand offering. Viv was perched on the counter of the single sink that sat facing the toilet, on the back of which sat Eddie, his heavy boots planted on the lid of the seat. Her own boot was wedged on the corner of the window sill while she had the other tucked underneath herself, giving her a relaxed slouch. Eddie had pounded on the painted shut window to unstick it from the frame so that they could air out the bathroom. He took the blunt back from her and watched from his peripheral as she studied his lips contorting around the shrinking paper, her eyes beginning to glaze over in a satisfied high. She grinned to herself, her eyes half closed as she observed the way he considerately turned his head away from her and blew his smoke from the side of his mouth towards the open window.

“What’s got you so amused, sweetheart?” Eddie chuckled at her, his eyelids also drooping lower by the minute. Viv’s gaze slowly lifted to meet his, a mischevious smile forming on her well rounded lips as he fixed her with an unwavering stare of desire. She hesitated, blinking at him for a moment before speaking.

“Man, it was there a second ago, but shit,” she simpered. “Now I don’t fuckin’ remember.”

He stalled as he looked at her before a wide grin defined the creases around his eyes and mouth and he burst into laughter. Viv joined him and their combined chortle echoed through the small bathroom, breaking briefly when Eddie began choking on his smoke. He laughed through his coughing fit, only adding to the merriment and intensifying her howls of laughter.

“Told you this was good shit,” he finally managed to say, putting the roach out on the window sill before stuffing it in his jacket pocket to hide the evidence. He rummaged around to retrieve his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out with his teeth before offering them to Viv. “So where’d you come from, anyway?”

“Just left juvie after I turned eighteen. Decided to split instead of going back to my folks’,” she answered as she pulled a cigarette out of the pack.

“Oh, shit. Juvie, huh?” Eddie’s eyes widened with his cigarette hanging from his lips. “What’d you do?”

Viv smirked as she leaned forward for him to light her cigarette. She fell back against the mirror, blowing her smoke towards the open window.

“Y’know, just…got busted for a bunch of other shit after I was arrested for one thing. Some thin-lipped prick was spouting some racist shit so I broke his nose, then they found the drugs in the stolen car,” she shrugged.

“One crime at a time is what I always say,” Eddie laughed, flicking his ash out the window. She chuckled for a moment before growing quiet, eyes locking in a daze on Eddie’s hands. He continued to gaze at her vacant expression, unsure how long they had been sitting there. He was mesmerized by the captivating beauty of her sharp features: her narrow face, her defined cheekbones and her striking chin. Her lips glistened as she curled one corner of her mouth into a half smile.

“Let’s just say I’ve never been one for planning ahead,” Viv said to her knees. Eddie studied her as he held his cigarette between his fingers in front of his lips.

“Well…do you have a plan for tonight?” he asked. She looked up at him with narrowed eyes, grinning suspiciously.

“You know, you really were something up there,” she spoke after a moment, avoiding his question. “It’s not everyday you get to see a show like that outside the big cities.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, man. Your energy and passion just…where did you learn to play like that?” Viv asked, eyeing him through half closed eyelids.

“I dunno. I guess I just always had the drive for it. My uncle’s friend owns a music store and I’d be over there a lot botherin’ him while I played the instruments, so he got my uncle a deal on that Warlock I play for my eleventh birthday,” Eddie looked down at his feet with an expression of admiration. “He paid on that shit for almost a year.”

“Shit,” Viv replied with raised eyebrows. “Way to go Uncle Munson.”

He smiled at her, but couldn’t help noticing a faint flicker of sadness in her expression. Her mysterious aura intrigued him. She was so aloof yet seemed to take an interest in him, and it drove him crazy that she wasn’t willingly spilling her guts to him like most girls he met at these clubs. He liked the challenge of figuring her out for himself.

“Listen, I don’t have anything else to do tonight. I was thinking of heading out. I can give you a lift,” Eddie offered. Her eyes flicked back up to his, creasing with the bright smile she gave him. She slid of the sink and adjusted her shirt, reaching in her back pocket and pulling out a bit of cash.

“Okay, why not? Here’s the cash I owe you, plus some. Go get us another shot while I make a call,” she said as she handed him the money. He jumped down and stuffed it in his own pocket before opening the door to the other room, extending his hand in a gesture for her to exit first. They left the green room and Eddie walked back to the main bar while Viv walked to the back of the hallway towards the pay phone. He nodded in greeting to the bartender as he approached the bar and requested two shots of tequila, leaving a few crumpled bills on the counter. As he rounded the corner to the hallway, he could overhear Viv talking loudly to the person on the other line.

“Don’t you fucking do this to me now! You said everything would be fine, that’s why I came all this way,” she spoke urgently. After a few moments of listening to the response, she slammed the phone back on the receiver with a “Fuck!”

Eddie moved his feet, walking down the hall pretending he didn’t hear the exchange and handed her the shot glass. They silently held them up in a toast before downing them in one gulp.

“All good?” he inquired.

“Oh, yeah, that was just my friend who lives out this way. I uh…was supposed to stay with him tonight but he flaked,” she huffed, leaning back on the wall. Eddie nodded and jerked his head towards the back door at the end of the hallway.

“C’mon,” he said plainly, setting the shot glasses on top of the pay phone and leading her out of the bar. She followed him out into the chilly parking lot, hiding her hands in her jacket pockets. They walked to Eddie's van and Viv thanked him softly when he opened the passenger side door for her. The drive back to Hawkins wasn’t too far from the music venue, but long enough for them to enjoy a similar taste in music and to Viv’s delight, he actually had a couple punk cassettes like The Stooges and Dead Kennedys.

***

“Check, one two. Check, check. Fuckin’ one, fuckin’ two, fuckin’ bitches, fuck you,” Eddie lazily spoke in a monotone voice into the mic. He gave a light nod of approval at the mic before bringing the rim of his beer bottle to his lips and taking a deep swig, turning to roam around the small stage of the Hideout. Eddie and his band were setting up at the little bar for their usual Tuesday gig that they had scored earlier in the year. It was usually a moderate crowd who didn’t always pay them much attention, but it was better than them all crowding into Gareth’s garage like they did most days after school.

“What kind of shitty line is ‘Slice me open, reveal my secrets, one for you and only you can keep it,’ Eddie? What does that even mean?” Gareth challenged, studying the scribbled lyric sheet in his hand. Eddie turned around slowly, slightly narrowing his eyes at him as he gave him a quizzical tilt of his head. He fixed Gareth with a piercing stare that made him avert his gaze in submission, glancing back down at the paper as he waited for Eddie’s response,

“As I’ve had to explain to you before, Gareth,” he began, firing up one of his characteristic sermons that captured the attention of anyone in earshot. “Not everything is created to appease every individual person. Take our discussion on the various parts of female pleasure, for example.”

Gareth blushed. Eddie had stepped forward onto center stage, walking slowly in a circle and gazing around at the gathered group surrounding him who had been assisting in the band’s setup, all of whom had paused what they were doing to fix their focus on him. It was relatively quiet in the small venue at this time of the evening when most people were finishing up their dinners or catching the end of one sports game or another. The small gathering of bar patrons littered around the room who were beginning their night with a few beers had turned their heads in Eddie’s direction as his energy penetrated the atmosphere. A few of them chuckled softly and watched him in mild amusement.

“If you’re lucky enough that a girl let you inside her, she should be allowed a few moments of self-gratification even if that back and forth shit doesn't do anything for you. And if your mind can’t be stimulated by the sight of a girl losing herself on your cock, then maybe my words are just too complex for your understanding,” Eddie sneered, sauntering back over to where Gareth sat behind his drum set, mouth agape. He glanced down at him, a playful grin on his lips to show his friend that his words weren’t with hostile intentions.

“Fuckin’ prick,” Gareth teased, meeting his smile.

“And speed this shit up. The only thing that doesn’t make this a fucking ABBA song,” Eddie said as he turned to walk back towards the front of the stage, snatching the paper from him. “Are my shitty lyrics!”  

He hadn’t noticed that during his tirade, Viv had wandered into the bar and had paused at the entrance of the pit area to flick open a lighter. She was smirking up at him through her lashes with a cigarette in her teeth, only breaking eye contact with him in order to light it. Eddie returned her smile, telepathically flirting with her through his devious expression. It was still pretty early so the light from the setting sun was streaking through the open blinds, glinting off her silver rings as she fingered her Zippo.

“Now an ABBA cover. That'd be a sight to see,” Viv joked on the exhale, her deep rasp sending a thrilling churn through Eddie's stomach. He gave a bemused snicker before bending to grasp his guitar out of its case next to the edge of the stage. He untangled the cable and plugged it in before throwing the strap over his shoulder and straightening back up in front of the mic stand.

“What, do you mean something like,” he struck a harsh chord and began a vulgar rendition of Dancing Queen, much to the amusement of the small gathering. Laughter erupted when his version started with a chorus of, “Oh she was a real cum queen, young and sweet, looking to get tag-teamed.”

Viv threw her head back in laughter and clapped her hands together. Eddie set down his guitar and jumped off the small stage to walk over to her, stopping just in front and placing his hands in his front pants pockets.

“What happened to you? You were just gone in the morning,” he grinned down at her politely, placing his hands over his heart in a playful heartbroken gesture. They had spent the night at his trailer after they left the other venue a few nights before, and Eddie thought that they had had a fun night. It seemed to have been fun, at least.

*Three nights earlier*

“Ah, Mötorhead, Mötley Crüe…some good taste,” Viv said, turning around to Eddie as she scanned his room. He had come in behind her, standing awkwardly in the doorway with his hands in his back pockets.

  “Oh, I bet you’ve got good taste, too,” he replied, immediately embarrassed by his choice of words when she raised her eyebrows with a devious smile. She shuffled over to him and came to a stop when she was toe to toe, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. His breath hitched as he stared down at her, his eyes tracing the gorgeous shape of her wine red tinted lips.

  “Yeah? What makes you think that?” she teased, reaching up to fidget with one of the pins on his denim vest.

  “Call it a hunch,” Eddie said softly, lust dripping from his tone as he quickly dipped his head to plant his lips on hers and kissed her deeply. Viv looped her arms around the back of his neck and leaned into the kiss on her tip-toes. He nestled his hands in the small of her back, pulling her in to press her torso against his. They stood there in the doorway in their heated embrace until Eddie began to guide her backwards towards his bed and pushed her down onto the comforter. He stood standing between her legs, licking his lips as he shrugged off his jacket and gripped his t-shirt by the collar to pull it up over his head. Viv blinked up at him with dark eyes that sparkled in the dim light his red lamp shade gave off, her arms above her head as she lay there looking like a sultry renaissance painting.

“Look at you…pretty kitten,” Eddie groaned as he bit his lip at the beautiful sight, taking it all in before crawling onto the bed after her and boxing her in. He hovered over her, gazing into the seductive eyes she batted at him for a moment. His long, wavy hair cascaded around her face when he dipped his neck to capture her lips again, with the guitar pick that he kept on a chain around his neck nestled between her clavicle. Kissing her soft, pouty lips was heaven to him. He wanted nothing more than to hold her close to him all night, with her intoxicating aroma and the sweet taste of her tongue enveloping his senses.

  Viv had her fingers entangled in Eddie's curls as she let her tongue dance with his, running them down his shoulder blades to his back when his lips broke away from the kiss to travel down to her neck. She moaned softly as he placed soft pecks along the side of her neck, gently nipping at her on occasion. Her deep red nails traced the outline of his spine tenderly, sending an exhilarating shiver through his body, signaling to him that she could handle a bit more rough treatment. He pushed himself up to gaze down at her before wrapping one hand firmly around her throat, squeezing the sides with controlled pressure from his chilly ringed fingers.

  Viv gasped, the tip of her tongue catching between her teeth as she gave Eddie a wicked smile. He closed the distance and their lips collided again, a bit more forceful as the earlier tequila shots hit their peak. With one hand clutching her throat, he allowed the other to travel down her body, coming to a stop between her legs. Her hips rutted against his hand at the contact and he took that as an invitation to finger the top button of her jeans. She gasped softly when his hand slid into the opening of her pants and slowly worked its way down.

Eddie curled his fingers between her legs, giving her aching clit a delicious amount of pressure with his palm. Viv’s breath caught in her throat at the sensation, jutting her pelvis forward to relieve the tension. He ran his fingers up and down along her clothed slit, feeling her body respond to his touch with her warm slickness. She whimpered at the tantalizing feeling, circling her hips around for more friction. He obliged her wordless plea, pulling aside her panties with one finger and running his middle finger down her entrance.

The sound Viv made when he finally plunged one digit after the other into her was downright pornographic. He curled two fingers upward and pressed slowly at first, timing his rhythm with her moans of pleasure. Her lips had stopped kissing him back in favor of biting her own, and her hands had elected to grip Eddie’s firm, muscular forearm that still held her in place by her throat. His thumb found her clit and began to add devine pressure to the already orgasmic finger work. With his skilled musical instincts, it didn’t take long for him to find the right tempo to bring her to the precipice of climax. Her walls clenched around him as her body locked up to ride it out, groaning in overwhelming pleasure.

Eddie removed his fingers and brought them up to Viv’s lips, where she greedily took them into her mouth and swirled her tongue around to lick them clean. He smiled down at her with devastating desire before leaning down to crash his lips into hers once again. His hips lowered and rested between her legs, inviting her slender fingers to fumble with his zipper. He groaned into her mouth at her touch, only his body wasn’t responding to his current state of mind. He mentally rolled his eyes and sat up, biting his lower lip as he watched her playful expression underneath him. He took her wandering hands in his and kissed her knuckles before sliding himself off the bed.

  “Gimme a second, sweetheart,” he purred, bending back over her and curling two fingers underneath the collar around her neck to pull her up to meet his lips once more. He pushed her back down onto the bed roughly before stumbling out of the room with his unbuttoned and unzipped jeans hanging loosely from his hips.

  ‘God, you fucking loser,’ he thought as he shut the bathroom door. He leaned with his back against the wall and stared at the ceiling, palming himself over his jeans before diving in and freeing himself from his boxers. He shut his eyes and attempted to summon the exhilerating feelings from earlier in the night when he was a rock god that made every pair of panties in the bar soaking wet. They had all stood beneath him in front of the stage, their cleavage bouncing to the beat and glistening in the heat of the lights and close contact, causing their already tight shirts to cling to their torsos. He had grinned at anyone who shot a flirtatious look his way, reveling in the way his wicked smile made them hot.

  Then he remembered the sexy way Viv carried herself, from her walk, her voice, her smile and even the way she coughed when they were smoking. He loved everything about her style and the way she accessorized her slender neck and wrists, all the way down to her fingers. She also had a vulgar sense of humor and had spent their smoking session making Eddie laugh until his sides hurt, with the jokes also making his mind wander to filthier places. He imagined her shapely lips kissing down his lower torso until they met his waistband, where she would gently pull down his boxers to free him and then wrap that pretty mouth around his dick.

  Eddie grunted as his arousal began to stir from deep within and he grew harder with every passing second. He gave himself a few gentle strokes along his length, eyes fluttering open and closed as he pumped his fist with consistent pressure. He groaned softly as he imagined fucking her tight throat with her ringed fingers gripping onto his thighs. Fuck. Her delicate frame probably concealed the most breathtakingly tight pussy he’d ever have the pleasure of fucking into. He gripped his rock hard member with crude strength, stroking faster as his mind raced with filthy thoughts of bending Viv over the bed and burying himself deeply inside her.

His heart beat faster as he bent over the sink and thrust into his hand over and over, getting worryingly close to climaxing. He begrudgingly slowed down his pace so he could save his load for a more satisfying moment, and attempted to get his panting under control. Once he was satisfied with the level of firmness in his hand, he unceremoniously pushed himself back into his boxers so he wouldn’t look like a complete creep when he walked back into the room. He took a deep breath, checking his reflection to make sure his face didn’t look flushed, and stepped out of the bathroom to enter his bedroom, smiling softly with adoration when he noticed Viv had curled onto her side and had fallen asleep.

  “Viv?…Vivianne?” Eddie whispered softly as he walked over to the side of the bed and leaned over her just to double check she was alright. When he was satisfied that she looked content enough to leave her alone, he quietly walked over to his dresser and stepped out of his jeans to pull on some sweatpants before heading to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. He set it next to her on the nightstand and stepped out of the room, closing the door carefully before making his way to the couch. All of the drinks and the blunt he shared earlier caught up with him the moment he collapsed into the cushions and pulled a knit blanket over himself. He fell asleep quickly, mulling over the night’s events as he drifted off to sleep.

  “Boy, what you doin’ out here?” his uncle Wayne asked as he came through front door the next morning, kicking off his work boots at the threshold. Eddie woke with a start, squinting at the bright light as he ruffled his hair.

  “Oh, uh…got home late last night after the gig and was pretty smashed. Guess I just fell asleep,” he said quickly, getting to his feet and making his way towards his bedroom. He checked to see if the coast was clear before opening his door, then entered with an eager smile. His face fell when he saw the room was empty, and his ruffled sheets and the empty glass on his nightstand were the only indication that anyone had been there. With a heavy sigh of disappointment he threw himself onto his bed and buried his face in the pillows to go back to sleep.

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