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starryeyedjanai · 7 months

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kinktober prompt: free use, overstimulation | read on ao3 steddie and polyam cc | explicit cw: free use eddie, transmasc eddie, sloppy seconds, creampie, come eating

Eddie is a little afraid for Steve to find out the kind of arrangement he has with the rest of his band.

Because they're not just the rest of his band, they're his guys, his other boyfriends. And Steve knows this of course, but he didn't exactly tell him how it is between them.

It's not something they ever really had to talk about before, is the thing.

Eddie has lived with his band in various living situations for years now, sometimes sharing a bed with one or more of them when times were tough and they didn't have the money for anything bigger.

They'd shared a one bedroom apartment at one point with a mattress on the ground and a pull out couch in the living room and it was fine.

It was always fine.

Living on top of each other, and trying to make something of their music while also having to work day jobs to afford living in LA was hard sometimes. They'd get annoyed with each other about stuff with their music or just in general about the shitty day they had at their shitty jobs.

But they had each other and that always made it enough and it always made it worth it.

They'd hash it out and apologize for being in a bad mood and go to bed, never angry at each other, sometimes curling up all four of them on their mattress, somehow able to fit.

Eventually, they stopped rotating who had to sleep on the shitty pull out bed that had springs that hurt and just started sleeping on the same mattress, switching it out for a larger size when they had the money to better accommodate them.

It's on the tail end of living there that it all starts. When Corroded Coffin is finally starting to pick up and get booked places, when they're in talks with a fucking producer, that things start to change.

Because with more people seeing their band and actually starting to gain fans, it can't all be good news all the time.

The thing with the producer falls through and even though there are other producers and other people that might be able to help them get a foot in the door eventually, it feels like such a blow to all of them.

The apartment is silent when they get home after their show, after Eddie gets the call and has to break the news to them.

They're all sad and they're all sulking and Eddie can't take it, can't take the silence and can't take his best friends being sad.

Because he had to be the one to tell them and because he can't fix it and he doesn't know how to talk about it, he says, "Someone should fuck me," out into the open air of their bedroom.

All three of them pause what they were doing and turn to look at him. He can see the wheels turning in their heads and can't take the words back now that they're out of his mouth.

It's not like he hasn't felt the tension between all of them at times. He's not immune to the fact that all of his friends are fucking hot. He sees the way they all look at each other, the way they look at him sometimes and he knows they're not immune either.

Living in close quarters means a lot of walking in on things you weren't supposed to see - walking in on someone getting out of the shower because they were taking too long and the other person had to piss, someone thinking they had the apartment to themselves for half an hour and the other three walking in on them with their hand on their dick - it all comes with the territory of having to share an apartment like this.

So he looks each of them in the eye after he says it, because he doesn't want to take it back.

"Eddie, what- the fuck?" Grant asks, looking between Jeff and Gareth and him.

"We're all fucking miserable and we barely got to come down from a frankly amazing show tonight, so we have to do something," Eddie says.

"And, and, and fucking was the first thing that came to mind?" Gareth asks, his voice incredulous.

"What else are we gonna do? Go to bed? You're angry and sad, we all are. Why not do something we know is gonna make us feel better?" Eddie asks, his heart beating so fast in his chest.

Gareth opens and closes his mouth a few times and looks at the others. "Do either of you think this is a good idea?" he asks.

Grant stays silent, but Jeff speaks up after a minute.

He says, "It's not, like, the worst idea in the world," and Eddie can't help the smile that overtakes his face. Somehow he knew Jeff would be on his side with this.

He's usually the type to go after what he wants and Eddie can understand why he wouldn't go after what he wants when it comes to the band because so many things could go wrong, but when it's offered?

"You can't be fucking serious," Gareth says, letting out a heavy breath. "What, if Grant and I say no, you're gonna fuck in our bed while we wait in the living room?" He asks as if it's normal for four grown men to share a mattress most nights, like they've ever been normal about each other even before now.

"You wouldn't have to wait in the living room," Eddie mumbles. "Even if you don't want to actually do anything, you can still stay and watch. But I don't want it to be just Jeff - I want it to be all of us, in some way, so if you're not into it, we won't do anything."

"Yeah," Jeff says. "It's all of us or none of us."

Gareth looks between them and his mouth twists.

"If we- I don't want this to mess us up," Grant says.

"It doesn't have to," Eddie says gently. "We can be smart about it."

Jeff says, "You know I'm like the most level-headed one here and if I thought we were gonna screw things up, I'd say something. But we care about each other too much to do that."

Grant nods and asks, "You really think we can do this without it becoming weird?"

Jeff and Eddie both nod.

Jeff says, "I think so."

"Then I'm in," Grant says.

"What say you, little one?" Eddie asks, turning to Gareth.

Gare glares at him and says, "I think you're all fucking crazy, but you, I mean you know how I feel, so, obviously, if you're all in, then so am I."

"We're not trying to pressure you," Eddie says insistently. "If you want to say no, you can."

Gareth gets up from where he was sitting on the couch and walks up to Eddie. He has his signature bitchy look on his face as he says, "I'm saying yes, idiot," and then he kisses him.

That night is one that Eddie will remember for the rest of his life - his first time taking more than one person at a time, Jeff pressing into his ass while Gareth fucked his cunt, turning his head to mouth at Grant's cock as best he could with so much stimulation happening.

It just sort of came together like that, and Eddie found that he really liked being stuffed full, all his holes being used.

It felt like belonging, felt like he was theirs.

It's not awkward after, falling in their bed, wrapped up in them, head pillowed on Grant's chest.

It's not awkward the next morning when they wake up and remember the heat, the electricity, they all felt last night.

So it's not hard for Eddie to roll over and offer himself up again to whoever wants to take him, still bleary eyed and sleep warm and stretched open.

They don't put a name to it, they don't talk about it beyond checking in every now and then to make sure this is still working, the three of them using Eddie like they own him.

They've since moved into a bigger apartment, once they got a little bit of notoriety and could afford it. So they don't have to share a bed and most nights they don't - they rotate who shares with who because they still only have a two bedroom and it just made more sense to get two king sized beds instead of four fulls.

So now, whenever they're home, Eddie can count on someone's hands being on him.

He can count on Grant pulling him into his lap as the four of them watch TV and sitting him on his cock, just letting him feel the stretch of his cock inside him.

He can count on Jeff joining him in the shower and putting him on his perpetually bruised knees to have Eddie suck his cock and come down his throat.

He can count on Gareth bending him over the kitchen table and pressing slowly inside his asshole that was held open with a plug, filled with someone else's come from when they used him earlier.

He's stuffed full of come in whatever hole they want to use when they're at home.

He doesn't mind the way they paw at him- he likes it.

He makes it easy for them. He walks around wearing very little, if anything, waiting for them to use him. It's like their favorite pasttime now.

He'll be wearing just a pair of tiny shorts as he does the dishes and he'll end up with a cunt that's leaking come, his hands still submerged in the dishwater and his finger pruned.

He walks by them sitting on the couch wearing nothing, and he's pulled onto the couch, his cunt stuffed, someone else's cock right in front of his face where his head dangles off the arm of the chair.

He's kind of living his dream, making music with his best friends, getting fucked into oblivion every single day, feeling loved every single day.

And then he meets Steve, a volunteer at the animal shelter that Eddie and the others visit sometimes.

There's an instant connection, something he wants to pursue, something he's only ever felt with his band.

He instantly knew he wanted to be friends with Jeff and Grant, that he wanted to make music with Gareth.

He looks at Steve and he instantly knows he has to get to know him.

And that's where things get sticky. Because since starting this whole fucking within the band thing, none of them have really dated anyone.

A couple of very casual dates that didn't lead anywhere have happened, but none of them have found anyone that they would want to be in a relationship with.

And after hanging out with Steve a few times, Eddie knows he wants to date him, knows he wants more with him.

So he has the big, scary conversation with his guys, telling them how he feels about Steve and they all but roll their eyes.

"You mean the guy you get all moon-eyed over whenever we go to the shelter?" Gareth asks.

"The guy you won't shut up about?" Jeff asks.

"Oh, you mean the guy you've been on four dates with, looking lovestruck every time you come home," Grant says.

He hasn't been going on dates with Steve, not really. They haven't called them dates. They haven't even kissed yet, but he wants to kiss him so badly.

And- yeah, okay. He gets it. He's never been very subtle about his affections, but goddamn. They could have at least pretended to be surprised.

"You guys fucking suck, man," he says even though there's this giddy feeling brewing underneath his skin.

"You don't need our blessing," Gareth says, "but if you want it, you have it."

Eddie walks over to Gareth and kisses him, a slow, chaste kiss.

"This isn't going to change anything," Eddie says when he pulls back. "I'll tell him who you are to me and we'll figure it out."

The next time he hangs out with Steve, he tells him that he wants to take him on a date.

Steve flushes and smiles at him. He says, "I wasn't sure if you were interested, but I am very, very glad that you are."

They're standing at Steve's door, and okay- he can see how this probably looks like a date. He took Steve to see a movie and now they're at his front door like they're teenagers about to have their first kiss. Maybe he should have had this conversation with Steve a while ago.

So he bites the bullet and he tells him, the words spilling out of his mouth.

"Oh," is what Steve says when Eddie's done with his spiel and Eddie's heart plummets. But only a few moments pass before he says, "I've never dated someone polyamorous before, but I think we could make it work."

Eddie lets out a breath of relief and says, "Okay, good. Um, I really want to kiss you."

"I really want to kiss you too," Steve says, leaning forward.

Their lips meet and Eddie sighs against his mouth. Steve's lips are soft and plump and Eddie wants to spend hours kissing them. But he pulls away and says goodnight because he really wants this to work and jumping him two seconds after he agrees to go on a date with him maybe wouldn't send the right message.

Dating Steve and fucking Steve is so fucking fun.

He's spent years with his guys, getting fucked every way possible, but there's something really fun about learning what makes someone tick.

There's fun in the familiarity that he has with Grant, Gareth, and Jeff, don't get him wrong, but accidentally discovering that Steve likes to fuck him when he's sloppy with someone else's come inside him is fucking spectacular.

He wasn't even looking to get fucked the night he found that out, at least not by Steve.

They had all had a long day in the studio, recording stuff for their album, and he's tired when Jeff pulls him into his lap and has him ride him. Grant and Gareth already went to bed, too tired to fuck around.

He rides him slowly, kissing him the entire time, licking into his mouth, sucking on his top lip while Jeff sucks on his bottom lip. It's intimate and Jeff comes in his ass like he always does.

And Steve texts him after he's been plugged up and is getting ready for bed, asking if he wants to sleep over. Just to sleep the text says.

So he says yes, and Jeff goes to the other room to curl up around Gareth for the night.

He isn't even thinking about it, driving over with an overnight bag.

He isn't thinking when they get into bed together and he starts kissing Steve, not really looking for it to go anywhere, just kissing to kiss.

He isn't thinking when Steve runs his hand down his back and squeezes his ass, his fingers brushing the base of the plug.

He pulls away from Eddie's mouth and asks, "Are you wearing a plug?" There's a spark in his eyes, his gaze heated as he's realizing what it probably means. Because they've had the talk about how Eddie and the others don't use condoms because they only fuck each other. And now that Steve is a part of that, everyone got tested before he and Steve fucked raw.

He's never come over with someone else's come inside him, though, because that feels rude. He plans it out usually, letting the guys know what days are off limits because he's seeing Steve.

But he totally blanked when he said he'd come over.

So he says, "Yeah, I. Uh. Jeff fucked me before I came over here."

Steve's hand snakes underneath Eddie's sleep shorts and he touches the plug, pulling it against his rim. "So you're all wet with Jeff's come right now, huh?"

The tone of his voice, the way he said it - something about it makes Eddie's dick hard, his cunt clenching around nothing as Steve plays with the plug inside him.

"Yes," he whispers, looking at the way Steve is looking at him.

"Can I fuck you?" Steve asks, pressing his hips forward, his hard cock rubbing against Eddie's hip.

Eddie nods slowly and says, "Yes."

Steve pulls his hand out of his pants to undress them both and lays Eddie on his back, hips propped up on a pillow. He pulls the plug out of Eddie, his eyes transfixed on his hole.

Eddie shivers under the heat of his gaze. He can feel Jeff's come trickle out of him.

Steve notches his dick up against Eddie asshole, spreading Jeff's come around his hole a little and he groans, still looking down at where the head of his dick is touching Jeff's come.

"Is this a thing for you?" Eddie asks, feeling a rush of excitement thrumming through his veins.

"I didn't think it was," Steve says, pressing the head of his cock inside.

The slide of his dick inside is easy, from the leftover lube, from Jeff's come, from Eddie already being stretched out.

Steve looks so affected and that's really doing something for Eddie, too, the fact that he's so into it.

"Is it weird that I kind of want to lick it out of you?" Steve asks, his fingers dancing around where they're connected, fingertips coming away slick with Jeff's come. He rolls his hips slowly, his cock sliding out and grinding in deep.

Eddie moans and says, "I don't think it's weird. I think it's fucking hot as hell."

Steve brings his hand up to Eddie's mouth and touches his come slick fingers to Eddie's bottom lip, spreading the come there. Then he leans down and sucks Eddie's lip into his mouth, his hips humping forward roughly as he tastes Jeff's come.

They both groan and it's frantic after that - Steve fucking Eddie into the mattress with fast strokes.

"What's it like when you're with them?" Steve asks, panting as he drives his hips into Eddie's ass.

Eddie's gasping in breaths, but between shaky breaths, he manages to answer, "They use me- however they want. Just, pick a hole and fuck me whenever they want."

Steve jackrabbits his hips into Eddie, humping into him like he couldn't stop if he wanted to. He says, "Yeah? You give it up for them whenever they want, no matter what you were doing before?"

Eddie nods quickly. "Doesn't matter what I'm doing. Dishes, they just pull my underwear down and fuck me until I'm dripping. Hanging out, just pull me into their lap. I wake up with someone inside me. F-fuck, even in the studio, they-"

Steve's hips snap into him, startling a moan out of both of them.

"In the studio? You can't even get your work done without leaving filled with someone's come, can you?"

"I love it," Eddie gasps.

"Yeah, you do," Steve says, gritting his teeth, the sound of their hips slapping together loud in the room. "You're suck a fucking cockslut. Always filled to the brim, come leaking out of both holes."

"You love it too," Eddie says, looking up at Steve's face, one hand snaking down to rub at his cock.

"Having their sloppy seconds? Fuck, I really fucking do. Wanna have their sloppy fourths, watch them come inside you one after the other and then fuck you, eat all of it out of you after," Steve says, his hips stuttering as he gets close.

"You can have it," Eddie moans. "You can have whatever you want."

The onslaught of images from Steve's words pushing him close to the edge. The thought of Steve being a part of that, watching and seeing it all, wanting it-

Eddie tenses up and shudders as he comes, his fingers working his dick quickly, both holes clenching as his eyes roll back.

Steve groans again, grinding his hips in and stilling as he pulses come into Eddie's ass, adding to the mess.

Eddie's shivering and gasping through it all, slick from his cunt dripping down onto Steve's cock as he slowly pulls out.

"Jesus fucking christ," Steve says, sliding down the bed.

Fuck, he's really gonna do it.

Eddie shakes as Steve buries his between his legs, sucking Eddie's dick into his mouth to start, then dipping his tongue inside Eddie's wet cunt, tasting his slick, pulling back and looking up at Eddie, his chin wet with Eddie's juices.

"Do it," Eddie says, still breathing heavily, so incredibly affected by this.

Steve dips his head and drags his tongue over Eddie's asshole in a broad stroke. He groans and pulls Eddie's hips against him, his tongue spearing into him, licking the taste of his and Jeff's come out of him.

Steve throws Eddie's leg over his shoulder, his hand coming up so he can thumb at Eddie's cock as he licks the come out of him.

Eddie feels like he's on a hair trigger because he's coming again with barely any stimulation, shaking through it and crying out as Steve just keeps going, his tongue still licking inside him, his thumb still stroking slow circles over his dick.

He seems content to just lay there on his stomach, licking the mess out of him.

He licks him through another orgasm, Eddie's legs shaking as he gasps and sheds a few tears from the overstimulation.

Steve pulls back and nuzzles his face into Eddie's hip, kissing his way up his body before rearranging them with Eddie's back to Steve's front.

Eddie comes down with Steve cuddling up against him, one hand thumbing at his nipple, cupping his tit.

"Was that okay?" Steve asks after a couple minutes.

Eddie turns over in Steve's arms. "You just gave me like three earth shattering orgasms, and you're asking if it was okay?"

"We didn't really talk about it before-"

Eddie cuts him off and says, "It was good. Like really fucking good, okay?"

Steve takes him at his word and says, "Okay. Good. I'm glad." He has this shy little smile on his face as he leans forward to kiss him and Eddie so badly wants to kiss him, but-

"I am so sorry, but I need you to brush your teeth before you kiss me," Eddie says, rearing back.

Steve takes it in stride and says, "Come keep me company?" sitting up and holding his hand out.

Eddie sits on the counter as Steve brushes his teeth and then lets Steve stand between his legs and kiss him with a minty fresh mouth for as long as he likes.

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crookedteethed · 3 months

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BIG SHOT polaroid | e.m.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem reader

Summary: In which you and Eddie have a picture book where you both store your sex pics. <3 💕

Warnings: 18+ Cursing, a little Smut (p in v), Oral (fem receiving), Praise kink, body worship(?), pet names, nudes

Word count: 1k

If you pushed past the mounds of dirty laundry intertwined with disposed candy bar wrappers and a few empty shoe boxes, underneath Eddie Munson's bed lies the picture book.

The picture book was your idea, but the pictures themselves were all Eddie's perverted idea.

"Lemme take a picture of you, yeah?" Eddie said, taking a break from his delicious never-ending assault on your clit. Your juices dripped down his chin, some droplets stringing the tips of his hair, his lips all red and puffy covered in slick, and his eyes a little crazed and tinted in admiration.

He kissed the supple plush of your thigh in a diagonal line; your hands stayed grazing his curls, body supine on the foam of Eddie's mattress. Eddie's lips make love to your thighs, to your tummy, from your breast to your neck, and eventually to your lips; where'd you gotten to taste yourself for the first time.

Eddie quotes Shakespeare. "Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry. Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie." He says, glossy lips forming a smile.

"Lemme get a picture of you.” He asks again. “I want to savor my pretty girl in this moment," he says with that boyish smile and those adoring chocolate eyes.

Fuck, those eyes. Even if you were thinking of saying 'no' to Eddie, you simply couldn't. It was the way Eddie's eyes gazed at you every time you made contact. It was as if he was put into a dreamlike trance.

If Eddie had been a cartoon, his eyes and pupils would have turned heart-shaped.

You agreed to the picture, but just one.

Eddie sprung up from the bed, his naked pale body sprinting around the smallish trailer.

You hear a few thuds and ruffling coming from the next room. You imagine Eddie tearing his home apart to find his Polaroid camera.

When Eddie comes back, he returns holding a big-shot Polaroid. He says it was his mother's. He and Wayne don't use it often, so there should be enough film on it.

You try to sit up as Eddie crawls onto the bed, but he lightly pushes you back down, telling you you shouldn't have to move a finger, lie back, and be his muse.

You felt an uneasiness plummet in your stomach as you felt the cold lens of Eddie's mother polaroid aimed at your cunt; it was similar to the feeling you get when your doctor has to check beneath your folds for any signs of ovarian cysts or cancers at your yearly checkups.

And though Eddie had seen your bare cunt a multitude of times (just like your doctor), this particular time made your body shutter. Just as Eddie goes to snap the picture, he notices your sudden twitchiness.

"Hey," he says, palming the plum of your cheek. He lightly pecks your lips. "You trust me, right?"

You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip; of course, you trusted Eddie.

"Good." He nearly mumbles, eyes fixated on your glistening folds.

Eddie resume.

The Polaroid covers half of Eddie's face. With his right eye peeking through the eyepiece and his left eye squeezed tightly, Eddie aims the lens close to your cunt.

He places his thumb onto one of your folds and pulls back on the skin, snapping the picture in one snap. Seconds later, the blackened photo ejects from underneath the film shield.

With a few anticipated shakes from Eddie, the photo started to fade in, and you and Eddie stared at it with wide bug eyes and gaping mouths.

It wasn't the fact that Eddie could date back to this photo and jack off to it later that turned him on. Eddie was turned on because you let him do it; it turned him on even more that you trusted him to do it.

It turned you on because there was something obscure about seeing another aspect of your body, other than your face, on a Polaroid picture. In a way, you felt like you were Eddie's personal playboy bunny.

"Can I take another one?" Eddie asked in a daze, just as you went to ask him to take another, and then another, and then another, until you eventually ran out of film.

Taking pictures of you and Eddie's naked bodies would become almost like an addiction to both of you.

It became a ritualistic practice for you two before sex, grabbing the Polaroid (which now rested on Eddie's bedside table, along with packs of film) and taking turns snapping pictures of one another mid fuck.

Eddie would take the Polaroid from you and snap a picture of his cock plunging into your tight wet cunt; once he has his picture, then you'll take the Polaroid and snap a photo of your foot pressed against his pelvis, just above his happy trail. The cycle would go on and on until you were both covered in Polaroid pictures and cum.

It gets to a point where Eddie's bedside dresser, the current home for your photos, gets filled up, and you both have to resort to putting your photos in a picture book.

Making the picture book would be fun for both of you. You would sit on the trailer's living room floor, surrounded by glue, glitter, and markers; it's like a little arts and crafts project.

It'd be nostalgic for you and Eddie to return to your first photos all those months ago until now.

Eddie gets that gooey mushy feeling, getting wrapped up in the trust and intimacy of the photos--love, he thinks the feeling is called-- watching you watch a picture of yourself with a mouthful of his cock, and scrapbooking secret photos preserved for just his and your eyes only.

Eddie wants to tell you he loves you but doesn't yet; now isn't the right time. So he runs to his room, returning with his mother's big-shot Polaroid camera, and takes a snapshot of you.

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steviesbicrisis · 1 year

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Gareth is in charge of the Corroded Coffin official TikTok account, being the only one who actually uses social media on a daily basis.

He's playing Fuck Marry Kill with the three random celebrities generator and trying to make the other guys join as well.

When it's Eddie's turn, he's having none of it "they're just gonna get mad at me because I know no one! let me live in peace!"

Gareth insists until he shoves the phone in Eddie's face, giving him no chance to escape. The filter generates three pictures on top of Eddie's face.

"I have no fucking clue who these people-" he stops talking as his eyes focus on the last picture, it's a man around his age with voluminous hair and beautiful features. Eddie pulls the phone up close, ripping it out of Gareth's hand, to have a better look.

"you okay man?" Gareth asks, out of frame.

"Kiss, have sex with, marry, and adopt a puppy with him," he says, pointing at the guy on the screen "kill the other two."

"That's not how you play man, the fuck??" Gareth appears in frame and looks at the celebrities "you mean the third guy? are you serious?"

Eddie glares at him sideways "have you fucking seen him? he's a fucking-" but the video is cut off by the time limit.

The most liked comment under the video is by none other than famous baseball player Steve Harrington:

"I'm more of a cat type, but how about we discuss it over dinner? ;)"

More of this story here

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spicycinnabun · 4 months

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Eddie tapped his pen against his clipboard, sighing loudly as the second to last auditionee left the stage, accordion and all. He crossed the name out on his sheet. “Okay, no way in hell.”

He shook his head and glared when Gareth weakly protested, “He was okay…”

“No, man. My grandmother has more vocal talent than him, and she had a laryngectomy in fifty-five. Let’s hope this last guy is better, or we’ll have to put out more ads.” Eddie climbed up onto the table, sitting cross-legged on it. It had been a long day of auditions, and he wasn’t feeling particularly friendly. He double-checked his clipboard, then called out, “Steve Harrington? Come on out.”

The sound of footsteps echoed through the theatre. Eddie’s spine straightened a little at the figure who appeared from behind the curtain and stepped into the spotlight, his eyes narrowing.

First of all, Steve Harrington was preppy. There was absolutely nothing Corroded Coffin about this dude. He was perfectly coiffed. No piercings, no grease in his hair, no visible tattoos. From his clean white t-shirt to his mom jeans, down to his sporty Nike’s, he couldn’t be less metal if he tried.

Secondly, he was gorgeous. There were no ifs, ands or buts about that. Eddie fought to keep his indifferent, slightly disgruntled expression on his face. Fought harder to keep his heart from beating a little faster.

This was stupid. There was no way this fucking angel-haired, Ken dolled, boy band of a man was going to have their sound.

Eddie’s pen was already poised beside Steve Harrington, about to cross it out.

Then Harrington leaned into the mic, introduced himself with a confidence and swagger reminiscent of Presley, and started singing.

Eddie’s wrist jerked, his pen halting. His eyes widened. Behind him, Gareth and Jeff shared an equally wide-eyed look, Gareth grinning like a loon.

Well, shit.

…So, maybe Eddie was wrong.

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themunsonator5000 · 11 months

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Baby Eddie after his first ever gig at the hideout - 1983

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rottenaero · 1 year

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Interviewer Steve Harrington who gets decked in the face by a particularly drunk and rude person halfway through an event, and can’t fight back because it could ruin the company name or whatever, but he still needs to meet his quota, so he's walking around face still bleeding and talking to people.

Then he meets Corroded Coffin and he has to make it an extended interview cause his Co-Worker Dustin adores them. The bleeding has mostly stopped by then, but the guy from earlier bumps into his back and glares at him.

And how hasn’t he been kicked out yet, Eddie thinks he’ll definitely try something again if Steve goes out on his own and the camera man can’t stop him, so he says fuck it and Steve sits with them for the rest of the event, with the Coffin guys as his body gaurds

Which works because everyone thinks they’re intimidating and ‘scary’, but in reality none of them know how to throw a punch and they’re relying on the facade.

Steve’s nose starts bleeding again at some point during the dinner portion, and Eddie is quick to grab the napkin out of his breast coat and dab it up.

Steve probably says something like, “You do this for all the girls?” And Gareth is all to happy to explain how he doesn’t, and how on their last tour Eddie fainted from Grant hitting himself with a drumstick and getting a nosebleed.

And Eddie really wishes he could smack him except the blood keeps coming and he needs to focus on cleaning it and staying awake.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things ficlet #steddie ficlet #corroded coffin #hellfire #gareth #jeff #unnamed freak stranger things #crisisinverted17

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kitchen-spoon · 5 months

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Steve who finishes hair school in Indianapolis then moves to LA because he wants to do hair for movies.

He can’t find a job on a film set right away so in an attempt to get closer to the industry he starts booking at home hair drying & styling through an app.

When he starts its mostly older rich ladies who book him before dinners with their husbands business partners or soirées with their girlfriends. It reminds him a bit too much of his own mother but he pushes that aside in hopes that one day he gives the right rich lady an at home blow out.

That day comes but it isn’t a rich lady. Instead cut to Chrissy manager of newly famous up and coming band corroded coffin, desperate and scrambling. It was the day the band was meant to be shooting their music video for their latest single but the hair stylist they booked called in sick that morning. Out of desperation Chrissy gets on the app and hires Steve. He has 4 stars and over 20 positive reviews and she is running out of options.

Steve sees the name chrissy and sees its for a music video and assumes he is going to be doing some fun bouncy youthful hair for an up and coming pop star. Imagine his shock when heavily pierced and tattooed lead singer of corroded coffin Eddie Munson sits down in his chair with his curly birds nest of hair. Steve does his job though, detangling and defining Eddie’s curls. Steve is even more shocked though, when it turns out Eddie is actually super sweet and…kind of charming? He might even be flirting?

Steve is unsure through the whole day and all of the touch ups he does. There is plausible deniability to all the light touches and brushing against one another that happens. Until the end of the day when Eddie comes to him looking frustrated. Instantly Steve’s stomach drops, he seemed happy with the style all day! If he didn’t like it why film a whole music video with it?

“Steve.” Eddie stops in front of him. “Look, I’m just gonna be blunt.”

Steve’s eyes go wide and he clears his throat, “uh, yeah sure go for it.”

“Am I an idiot who has been flirting with a straight guy all day?” Eddie asked.

All the air left Steve’s lungs, he couldn’t help the small wheeze that escaped him. “No you haven’t I- god Eddie.” Steve started giggling with relief, he even felt a little dizzy with it. “I’ve been trying to keep it together all day, thinking I was delusional and you were just really nice.”

“Oh,” it was Eddie’s turn to widen his eyes. Then a huge smile broke out in his face. “No delusions there, I was definitely flirting with you all day.” He paused taking one of his curls between his hands and separating it causing it to frizz. “And uh, would love to keep flirting with you over dinner tonight…if you’re interested?”

Steve smiled reaching forward taking the curl from Eddie. He began smoothing it back together and smiled warmly. “I’d love to.”

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kennahjune · 5 months

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No Upside Down steddie AU where Steve gradually meets the members of Hellfire (-Eddie) in and out of school and they all come to befriending him really fast because “Steve Harrington is actually a good dude”

But Eddie fucking hates it.

And this only spurs Hellfire on because they think him getting mad over Steve Harrington is fucking hilarious.

Jeff who takes a foods class in third period and Steve does to and then the teacher pairs them for a baking project and Jeff gets to go to Casa Harrington. And he realizes rather quickly that Steve really likes baking and cooking and actually knows what he’s doing and that he’s not just taking the class for an easy A.

Brian (I’ve named him Brian, yes), meets Steve in Art class. Like Jeff, he thought Steve was taking it for an easy A but when seats are changed and they sit together he realizes that, no, Steve’s actually kind of good at drawing (particularly scenery). They get to talking about one of Steve’s sketches and the rest is history.

Gareth doesn’t officially meet Steve until later, but he does see him out with the kids at the arcade. Gareth works at the arcade and there’s this particular group of kids that just irks him— turns out they’re Steve’s gaggle. He watches in begrudging amusement while Steve rounds them up like a pro.

Then Gareth officially meets him after Hellfire one day. It’s fucking windy and he’s just leaving to school to go home when the papers and sheets he was holding are fucking torn from his hands. Steve grabs the papers— there after some kind of sports practice— and makes sure Gareth has them secured in his bad before leaving with a dorky finger-waggle wave.

And Eddie just downright refuses.

And then the school year ends and Steve graduates. And he’s convinced he doesn’t have to see Steve again.

Until, of course, Mike Dustin and Lucas join.

Jeff, Gareth, and Brian are all ecstatic to share their own run-ins of Steve Harrington to the three boys who so clearly idolize him. Gareth happily recalls how Steve “tamed” them in the arcade every time he came in.

Eddie sits in brooding silence.

And then Lucas joins the basketball team. And sure— Jeff’s on the volleyball team— but basketball jocks are so much worse than volleyball jocks.

Mike and Dustin, however thrown out of orbit they were at first, seem to settle in eventually and learn to plan around it. They think that anything that makes Lucas happy is a good thing (even if it did take a bit of a talk with Will for them to realize).

But Eddie? Eddie can’t stand it.

Which is why he refuses to move the date for the final campaign.

But Eddie doesn’t even get to introduce Vecna before Steve Harrington himself is all but breaking down the fucking door.

Eddie has this whole argument in his head that quickly dwindles when he sees the pure anger in Steve’s eyes (and also because Steve is really fucking pretty holy shit).

Steve tells Dustin Mike and Erica to pack up and get to the game before he drags them and you know what?

They listen.

Including hard ass Erica Sinclair.

And then idk Steve and Eddie get into a whole fight about.

But Steve makes it very clear that he doesn’t appreciate Eddie making Lucas feel like he can’t be happy doing DnD and basketball because that poor boy deserves nice things dammit.

And Eddie sleeps on it over the weekend before hunting Lucas down first thing Monday morning to apologize.

Lucas forgive Eddie (against Eddie’s protest because let the man grovel) but makes Eddie also apologize to Steve.

Which Eddie does by showing up to the Harrington Estate.

Eddie apologizes and they get high together and the rest is history.

I might actually make this into something, it’s already pretty fleshed out but eh

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momotonescreaming · 6 months

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Cooking Youtuber Steve; who has series where he makes good family friendly meals, dishes for picky eaters, tips for everyday cooking. As well as series where he tries to make historical dishes, food and drinks from games and TV.

DnD Youtuber Eddie; who has a long actual play series, videos about his characters and the world he's built. Videos about tips for your role-playing, getting immersed. A series where he tries other TTRPG's and board games.

Dustin persuades Steve to make videos about medieval inspired, DnD friendly meals. And because it does actually seem like a fun challenge, he does it. Dustin looks horrifically smug about it when the videos are a hit, the bastard. (Steve will make him eat something gross as payback. Its fine. Gotta keep him humble.)

And because obviously, Eddie sees the videos. He's always on the search for good DnD shit. But the guy is so fucking hot Eddie doesn't quite know what to do with himself. Except daydream about those eyes, and that hair, and those hands.

So Eddie records himself trying (and only sort of failing) to recreate the food. It comes out sort of ugly but actually nice tasting, so Eddie calls it a win. References the Hot Chef Steve in his video, adds a link to his channel, and tries not to feel his heart beating out of his chest when he sends @'s him with a link to the video. His channel is way bigger than Eddie's, he probably won't see it, Eddie's fine.

Except the Hot Chef does see it, and Eddie sort of loses his mind when he gets a comment or a message from him, thanking Eddie for giving his recipe a go, and giving him credit for the recipe. Eddie's not fine at all, this guy is way out of his league, and Eddie can feel the crush bubbling up under his ribcage, and Oh Fuck he's messaging Eddie.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #modern au #youtuber au #chef steve harrington #momo.txt #im watching so many cooking based YouTube videos lately and not making any dishes #don't come for me #but yeah!#i like chef steve #i think he'd like that it's something he can physically see and touch and interact with #can share it and use it to connect with people #he's also fucking good at it #eddie is not mega famous in this #he has a niche weird channel #corroded coffin plays in college bars and sings songs about dragons

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Closing shifts at Scoops Ahoy are always boring, but Robin took off early to study and nobody is coming in for ice cream at 8pm on a school night in mid-winter. Steve's alone and has been for the last forty-five minutes, with no end in sight.

He's doing tricks with his scooper, counting how many times he can twist it through his fingers without dropping it (57 so far), when the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen, walks in. He's got long dark hair that falls in perfect curls around his shoulders; wide eyes the same deep brown of fresh, dark coffee; and the most perfect plump mouth.

Steve can't move, his head going fuzzy. His eyes catch on the man's chest--visible through the black mesh tank top he's wearing-- revealing tantalizing swirls of black ink and the glint of silver bars through each nipple. The guy also has on leather pants that cling to the line of his legs like a second skin.

Jesus. Steve just realized he's bi and the physical embodiment of his wet dreams walks into the store like it's nothing. He's going to die.

The man rushes to the counter, his eyes finally falling on Steve, and it's like his feet get caught on each other for a second before he struts forward. His face melts into this heart-stopping smile, bringing out the cutest set of dimples Steve has ever seen. This is it, Steve is done for, time of death, 8:06pm.

"Ahoy, sailor," the man says with a mischievous glint in those dark eyes.

He returns the smile and somewhere, somehow, finds the words to reply, "I think that's my line."

Steve leans towards the counter, but in doing so, drops the scooper hanging from his fingers. The metallic clatter is harsh against the tile, and blood rushes to his cheek. "Whoops," he mumbles. He ducks down to retrieve it, mentally kicking himself for his clumsiness.

The man's smile only grows, and now there's a faint flush across his pale cheeks. And fuck if Steve can't help but smile right back, to let their eye contact linger.

"What can I get you?" He asks. His voice is way too low for regular customer service, and if he flutters his eyelashes too--well, that's between him and the USS Butterscotch.

"I know this is ridiculous. It's late and it's starting to snow," the man says. He leans over the counter. "But I need a strawberry shake to go."

"Strawberry shake, good choice," Steve nods. "Coming right up."

They don't stop looking at each other or smiling as he blends up the drink, and when he hands the cup over, their fingers brush, linger, both their faces staining red.

"How much do I owe you?" he asks.

Steve shakes his head. "On the house."

"You really know how to charm a guy, sailor-boy."

"Maybe I'm hoping to see you again."

"Depends," the man says. His smile widening, his dimples getting somehow deeper.

"On?"

"How good this shake is." He winks.

Steve thinks he might burst into flame before the man can taste the drink, but then the guy glances at his watch and curses. "Sorry, sweetheart, I gotta run. Been a pleasure, sailor."

And with that, he runs from the store, strawberry shake clutched in his long-fingered grasp.

Steve collapses against the counter, burying his face in his hands. He's not ever gonna recover from that.

---

Eddie's guitar is in his lap, his melted strawberry shake at his side. He can't get the guy from the ice cream shop out of his head.

Fuck, he had all that perfect hair under that silly little hat; his face dotted with cute little moles and freckles; eyes that flashed from honey to gold to green flecked hazel; and the poutiest, most perfect lips ever had Eddie seen. Not to mention how he looked bent over in those itty bitty shorts. Shit, if he isn't totally done for.

He can't stop smiling.

That is until a guitar pick hits him right in the forehead, dragging his attention back to his surroundings.

"Earth to Eddie," their manager, Chrissy, says. "You go on in ten minutes."

"Don't tell me you didn't get the stupid shake." Gareth shakes his head.

"No, I got it. Not to worry."

"Then what's up with you?" Jeff asks.

Eddie can't help the huge, stupid smile that illuminates his face.

"There was a guy," Eddie sighs.

Chrissy and his bandmates share a look. "Let me guess," Gareth says. "You walked in and he was like 'Oh, Mr. Munson. Let me get you ice cream, let me suck your dick. Oooh, you're so hot. Corroded Coffin is my favorite band.'"

"C'mon, no. I don't even think he knew who I was."

At one point, that would've bothered him. But now, after five years of hooking up with dudes who were only interested in famous Eddie Munson, he likes that the guy from the ice cream parlor seemed totally oblivious. That, when his eyes lit up with interest, it was for genuine attraction and not name recognition.

"Did you get his number?" Chrissy asks.

He slumps. "No."

His friends all groan. Another guitar pick flies at him, getting caught up in his curls.

"Well, you'll go back tomorrow. Now get your head in the game, Munson! You have a sold out stadium to play!"

---

"I'm not kidding you, Robs, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen. I didn't even know dudes could be that beautiful."

"Uh-huh," she says.

"You're not even listening." He jabs her in the ribs, making her squeak.

"Sorry, sorry," she bats his hands away. "Describe him again?"

And he does, leaving nothing out. Once he's done, Robin is gaping at him, gum about to fall out of her open mouth.

"What?"

She grabs his wrist, dragging him out of the store.

"Robin, what are you doing? We're supposed to be working!"

She doesn't answer, just hauls him to the record store down the hall.

"Was it this guy?" She asks. She's out of breath.

"What?"

"Steve! Was it him?" She gestures to a new release display and it's Steve's turn for speechlessness.

He's surrounded of images of the man from last night; on magazines, CDs, cassettes, on a couple posters hanging on display. He's with a couple of other guys, they're in a band called Corroded Coffin, but all Steve can see is deep brown eyes and plush lips, the bright dimples.

"Well?" Robin demands.

"Yeah," he nods. "That's him."

"Oh my god!" Robin screams. She grabs his arm and squeezes. "You flirted with Eddie Munson! Steve! You minx!"

"It was nothing," he blushes. "He's probably got someone already, anyway. I mean, look at him."

Robin makes a little face. "There are some rumors, but nothing serious."

"It was a nice dream," he says. He gives her a little smile. "Now, let's get back to work."

She loops her arm through his. "Whatever you say, dingus."

---

It's been a long day of slinging ice cream. Maybe Robin's revelation that the cute guy from the night before was an insanely famous rockstar is to blame, but Steve is exhausted.

"Hey, dingus!" Robin calls from the front.

"Yeah?" he mumbles.

"Some guy is here for you. He looks a lot like Eddie Munson."

She's not even finished with her sentence before Steve is vaulting back behind the counter, coming face-to-face with the man of his dreams.

Eddie's gorgeous, his face already flushed a faint pink. And just like the night before, Steve can't help but smile at the man before him, who dimples up immediately in return.

He forgets that Robin is there until she says, "Go get 'em, tiger," and snaps him in the chest with a towel.

With Robin gone, they still don't say anything for a second, both smiling and blushing and staring at each other.

"So, uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm back today."

"That's easy," Steve says. "It was the best strawberry milkshake you ever had."

Eddie laughs with his head back and Steve is stuck staring at the long lines of his throat.

"Well, it was the best, no question. Made me realize I was a fool not to ask for your number."

Somehow Steve's smile grows. He jots his name and number on a Scoops napkin, passing it to Eddie who does the same, before carefully ripping the paper in half.

"We're still on tour for the next three months, but I'll call you when I can?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Talk soon, sweetheart," Eddie leans into Steve's space, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Steve still has a hand resting on the spot when Robin re-emerges.

"Oooh, you've got it sooo bad," she sing-songs.

He's so happy, he can't even bother to shush her.

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Corroded Coffin has a new album out. It's a huge hit, number ones across the board, a fixture on MTV. It's full of heavy metal love songs, sales bolstered by the rumors that Eddie's been in a secret relationship for years.

They're at the Grammys, nominated for Best Metal Performance. The band has moved on down the red carpet, but Eddie's still answering questions, their assistant waiting with him. The interviewer asks Eddie, "There's a lot of speculation about your romantic life because of this album. There are rumors that the song 'Sailor Boy' is in reference to how you met your lover. Will you tell fans about the person you're dating, the one who inspired the album?"

"No," Eddie smiles for the camera. "But oh, do I love the way he moans," he sings a lyric of the song in question before giving the interviewer a lascivious wink, and continuing on down the carpet.

Years later, after Eddie and Steve are comfortably out and married and Corroded Coffin has cemented themselves in metal history, the video of that interview will be uploaded to YouTube.

It's obvious, now, the way Eddie and Steve, the "assistant", gravitate towards each other. How Steve flushes a pretty crimson that spreads below the collar of his shirt as Eddie sings. The way Eddie smirks at him with a raised eyebrow. The way his hand cradles the small of Steve's back as they walk away together.

It causes a frenzy online, fans compiling blog posts and videos of moments of Steve and Eddie being totally obvious about being in love before the world knew that they were.

Eventually, Steve posts a photo to the band's webpage. It's of him and Eddie at Scoops Ahoy. He's wearing his uniform, and Eddie is in a faded Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans. They stand at the counter with their arms around each other, smiling hard, eyes locked. He captions it with, "putting the sailor boy allegations to rest."

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sweetcreaturetm · 1 year

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Currently picturing Steve enabling wannabe rockstar Eddie and when they do little shows he helps him with the eyeliner and makeup and maybe a little glitter and tells him how sexy and metal he looks. When they take off he gets his own makeup person and Steve still always tells him how hot he looks before and after the shows.

CC is doing a big reunion tour and they’re doing an interview and the interviewer shows them old ass pics of their old shows and Eddie’s eyes bug out of his head and he’s like ‘y’all let me go out there like this?!’

And they’re like ‘yeah Steve would do your makeup and you were so stupid in love you couldn’t see that he did a terrible job.’

And he gets all doe eyed like he’s remembering when Steve would do his makeup and says ‘well I don’t think it’s that bad… It’s the thought that counts!’

Of course the CC fandom knows Steve so they go feral about him doing Eddie’s early makeup. When Eddie gets home it’s to Steve with his arms crossed. ‘You thought I did a bad job at your makeup 🥺’

And Eddie’s like ‘no baby, I didn’t mean it like that I promise.’ Basically groveling even though he knows Steve is probably joking.

Steve says ‘okay I forgive you…….. if you let me do your makeup for your next show 👹’

And the first show of the tour Steve does Eddie’s makeup like he used to and the fans go crazy when he comes out and they even chant Steve’s name.

#I just think Steve would use his puppy eyes to his power #rockstar eddie munson #corroded coffin #domestic steddie #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #famous eddie munson #eddie munson #stranger things

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juniperskye · 2 months

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Why are you in my head?

Sneak Peek: Eddie and you are soulmates. The legend of soulmates is that you start to hear one another’s thoughts around age 16 – not all the time, but when you’re feeling a strong emotion. It simply flows out of you and into the other, the legend also states that the closer you are, the more you can hear them. **The events of season 4 did NOT happen** I did also use some of the dialogue

Bold are Eddie’s thoughts; Italics are reader’s thoughts. (mind you, they are essentially hearing both sets of thoughts)

Eddie Munson x Fem Sunshine! Reader (Soulmate AU)

Fluff - Part 2 Part 3 Part 4** Part 5

Word count: 1364

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, explicit language, let me know if I missed any!

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

You had known all about soulmates, your mom had told you bedtime stories about soulmates and how she and your dad met throughout your entire childhood. They had been hearing one another’s thoughts for quite a while before your dad saved your mom from being run over by a biker as she stepped off the curb. She’d tell you how when their eyes met she could hear him thinking about how beautiful her eyes were and he heard her thinking about how handsome he was. You have hoped and dreamed of meeting your soulmate since you were four years old.

You had a soulmate, that much you knew. You had been hearing his thoughts for the last few years, they were few and far between which frustrated you. Your mom had explained it just meant he wasn’t close by, which sucked. You were hoping that the distance would decrease, given your family’s plans to move.

Hawkins, Indiana wasn’t exactly a town that people were flocking to…but here you were. Your mom had been offered a job at their hospital there as the supervising nurse and your parents had decided it was too good an offer to pass up. Your dad had contacted the local police department to see if they had any openings, to which they asked for a letter of recommendation and pretty much offered him the job.

Things were working out well for your parents. You hadn’t really been sure about the move. Your soulmate’s thoughts had been pretty quiet the last few days but, a part of you knew it was because your anxiety of this move was clearly drowning out his thoughts.

The car finally came to a stop, and you glance up for the first time since you’d gotten in the car that morning, too focused on the music playing from your Walkman and rereading The Hobbit, again. You looked up to see a modest home in a cookie cutter neighborhood, you were grateful for your parents and their ability to provide you with the things you need, but some days you wished your family wasn’t so…average.

“Sweetie, why don’t you head in and pick your room?” Your mom suggested.

“Really? I get to choose?” You asked.

“You have your pick, other than the master bedroom. You and I will organize the remaining rooms.” Your mom explained.

Damnit, if I could just get the chords right.

You quickly jogged up to the door, letting yourself in. You made your way upstairs first, checking out the two small bedrooms up there that were situated opposite the master bedroom, separated by a full bathroom. While both rooms were nice, they didn’t give you nearly enough room to “express your creative freedom” as your mom had encouraged. On the main level there was a kitchen, dining room, sitting room, powder room, and living room. There had been a door leading under the stairs, you were pleased to see it led down into a fully finished basement that had a full bathroom.

“MOMMMMM! I chose my room!” You called as you ran up the stairs.

There we go.

*Eddie’s POV*

Hell yeah! This is fucking perfect!

The thoughts had rung out like an alarm in his head. Her thoughts had never been this loud and clear. What had changed?

She better let me make the basement my room!

Had she finally moved? He had been hearing all her nervous thoughts about packing up and moving across the country. She must be closer now if her thoughts were coming in like this now.

YES! YES! YES! Now…how to decorate?

He smiled to himself. She seems sweet based off what he knows. He had asked Wayne about soulmates when he was growing up. He’d asked questions like “why can’t I just think of my address, so she could find me?” and Wayne had explained that it didn’t work like that. Thoughts were passed back and forth at moments it was needed – in times of excitement, or when we needed comfort, or to vent. There was some sort of neurological algorithm as to what thoughts were sent when.

*End Eddie’s POV*

You had started unpacking pretty much the second your parents agreed to let you make the basement your room. Your dad had even agreed to take you to the hardware store to pick up paint this weekend.

“You’ll start at the high school on Monday. The principal confirmed that he received your transcripts and all your credit hours transferred, so you’re right on track.” Your dad explained.

“Oh, awesome! Did he happen to send my schedule or anything so I could familiarize myself with it beforehand?” You asked.

Oh fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck! I am so late. O’Donnell is gonna kill me!

Your hand flew to your head, the volume of his thoughts brought forth a pounding in your head. They had never been this loud before.

“Bug? You okay?” Your dad looked concerned.

“Yeah, I’m okay! Just a headache. Too many thoughts in there I guess.” You chuckled lowly.

“Honey, was it his thought?” Your mom questioned.

You hadn’t told your parents much about your soulmate, only that you had been able to hear him and that he was, in fact, a him. They had also been aware that you hadn’t been able to hear him lately – that was when your mom explained that your thought can sometimes drown out theirs.

“Yeah, it was and uh, I don’t know, I guess it was kinda loud.” You shrugged.

“How loud?” Your mom asked.

“I don’t know, loud enough to give me a headache. It was like he was in the room with me.” You looked at your parents, a knowing grin making its way onto each of their faces. “What?”

“Nothing bug. Let’s go see if your principle sent that schedule over.” Your dad wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side.

Monday morning had come way too soon, though you’d had an incredibly productive weekend. Your room was painted and decorated, you’d finished rereading The Hobbit and had begun rereading Pet Cemetery, you’d also memorized your class schedule.

Your dad dropped you off at school, he also told you he was planning to go and check out a car for you after his shift – that had left you pretty excited.

Finally! My own car!

The day was dragging on pretty slowly…truthfully you were ready for lunch.

Then Vecna will make a surprise return.

What the hell?

This campaign is going to be epic!

His thoughts had come and gone like this since you’d arrived in Hawkins. Just back and forth with random tidbits that left you more confused than anything.

The bell ringing had been your saving grace. It was finally time for lunch, and now you were feeling anxious again…where were you meant to sit?

You looked around and before you could take a step, a voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

Here we fucking go.

“We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game. But as long as you're into band or science ...or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets...”

God he’s hot.

“It's forced conforming. That's what's...killing the kids!”

Assholes.

Kids were either laughing at his outburst or calling him horrible names, but you just stood there. Could this really be him? This super-hot guy who just caused an entire scene in the cafeteria.

“Me, I am army-crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O'Donnell's. If I don't blow her final, I'm gonna walk that stage next month, I'm gonna look Principal Higgins dead in the eye, I'm gonna flip him the bird, I'm gonna snatch that diploma. I'm gonna run like hell outta here…This year is different. This year is my year.”

He took a step back and bumped right into you, but before you could fall to the ground, he grabbed your arm and pulled you up and against his chest.

Holy shit.

You both let out a quiet chuckle.

All at once, colors were brighter, smells were sweeter, touches were softer. Everything came together in that moment; you couldn’t believe it. Here he was.

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