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#he has a Corroded Coffin shirt (a white one with just the band name in that scratchy font)
feralsteddie · 1 year
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where that one post about Steve accidentally inventing pastel punk because he wanted to be edgier for a Corroded Coffin gig, but wasn’t willing to part with his soft colors
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Rhythmic romance | drummer!steve harrington x reader | 18+
summary: Robin's drummer friend is hot. What else were you supposed to do? [1.8k]
warnings: SMUT 18+, mentions of alcohol, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, mentions of birth control
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You did not want to be at a bar right now. You couldn’t wait to get home, get into bed, and crochet with a sitcom playing in the background until you eventually fell asleep. But it was your best friends’ birthday, so you sucked it up. She insisted on coming to see this band in the sketchiest dive bar you had ever stepped foot in. It was way too crowded and you regret not throwing her a party in your apartment. But from what you can hear, the music is pretty good.
“Here!” Robin hands you a glass of club soda. Being the designated driver was normally fine with you but the pounding music makes you envy her cosmopolitan. She begins pulling you closer to the band and you try to pretend your eardrums aren’t about to burst.
“It’s good!” You nod at her when she looks for your approval. She had mentioned something about knowing the lead singer and the drummer. How? You couldn’t remember the details as they hit a high note louder than you thought possible.
‘Corroded Coffin’ is etched on the front of the drums. It’s actually a pretty cool name. You’re about to ask Robin about it when your eyes drift further and your jaw nearly drops.
Holy shit, the drummer is hot.
So hot, you almost can’t think for a second. He’s sweating from the lights, tanned skin and muscle showing through his white t-shirt that’s almost translucent from the sweat. His gorgeous brown hair is all over the place as he tosses his head back to get some out of his eyes. He’s focused on the beat as his tongue pokes out of his mouth ever so slightly.
You could kill Robin for hiding him from you.
The set feels like it takes forever. Halfway through, Robin tugs you over to a booth where the volume has slightly decreased.
“You said you know the drummer?” You try not to be obvious but she sees right through you.
“You like him, don’t you? He’s a loser you know that right? Like a major loser.” She exaggerates in an obvious way that makes you smile.
“You should have seen this coming. He’s exactly my type.” You grin as you sip your drink and she sighs.
“I know but I hoped you would have higher standards.”
“You do realize he’s your friend right?” That is already a green flag in your mind. No way Robin would be friends with a douche so at the very least he’s nice.
“…Alright fine. Honestly, you two would probably get along well.” She shrugs. Before you can ask much about him though, your eyes lock with his.
“Hey, Rob!” The one with long dark hair greets her as you and the drummer simply look at each other. He’s even prettier up close and you really wanna reach over and fix his hair.
“Hi, Eddie! Hi doofus.” She pushes the drummer on the shoulder and he turns to smile at her.
“Hi, Robin. Did you like the set?” He asks as you pretend your drink is incredibly fascinating.
“Yeah! We both liked it.” She introduces you quickly, putting the name Steve to the face. He reaches out to shake your hand. The contact sends a shiver down your spine but luckily he doesn’t notice. They each slide into the booth, Steve next to you and Eddie next to Robin. You try not to focus too much on his thigh pressed against yours but the warmth of him mixed with his intoxicating cologne is almost too much for you.
The more you get to know Eddie and Steve, the more you understand why Robin was friends with them. Eddie was so funny and nice. Steve was perfect. Kind, has a good sense of humour and is just incredible.
It also helped that he had his hand on your bare thigh.
He had been laughing at something you said, pushing his hair back before letting his hand fall onto your skin, and rubbing it with his thumb. He doesn’t look at you as he does but you swear his smile grows when you tense a bit next to him.
When you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Steve stands to let you out, eyes running over you as you walk past him.
The hallways leading to the bathrooms feel like a different, quieter world so you take a moment to yourself. You liked Steve. But you didn’t even know how he felt about you. And you didn’t want this to be some one-night hookup.
“Hey.” As if you summoned him, Steve is walking up to you. He stops in front of where you’re leaning against the wall, caging you in.
“Hi.” You smile at him and he leans in close. Maybe he’s doing it to hear you better but you like to think it’s just to get closer to you.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah. Just needed a break from all that, you know?” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt as he nods.
“Course. Though, I gotta say I liked having such a pretty face watching me play. Should come to more shows.” You can’t tell who’s moving, but he’s closer than he was before.
“You gonna give me a reason to?” The teasing smile sends him over the edge as he presses his lips against yours. You melt into it as he steps closer to press you against the wall. His hand cradles the back of your head as the kiss gets sloppier.
“C’mere.” He breaks the kiss for a second to tug you into the unisex bathroom, locking the door and immediately pressing you against it. You grin into the kiss as your fingers slip through his curly brown locks.
“Gonna let me fuck you in this bar? That desperate for me?” He teases in a way that soaks your panties more than you thought possible.
“L-like you don’t want it just as bad.” You pant, already chasing his lips again. He tugs you over to the sink and pushes you up so you’re sitting on the counter. He’s impossibly close now as your skirt rides up. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh but you’re too focused on his wandering hands, going from your hips to your sides to your ass.
The moan that slips out when he squeezes the flesh would be embarrassing if you weren’t so desperate for him. His hands slip to your thighs, rubbing up and down. His fingers brush the edges of the lace and he pulls away from your sloppy makeout to look into your eyes.
“Can I take these off?” His eyes are even prettier clouded with lust. You nod quickly in response and he wastes no time, sliding the fabric down your thighs and pushing it into his pocket. Your comment on that is stifled as he kisses your inner thigh. You spread your legs wider for him and try to ignore the feel of his smirk as his tongue runs up and down your slit.
“Come on Steve!” You whine as you tug his hair. He moans at the feeling and the vibration makes you squirm. Luckily, his grip is iron, so you don’t fall. He continues to lap at you and your orgasm starts to build. Unluckily, this is where he chooses to pull away and stand.
“N-no come on I was close!” You pout at his Cheshire grin.
“I know sweetheart but I need to fuck you. That alright with you?” One look at the bulge in his pants tells you all you need to know.
“Absolutely.” You tug at his belt, undoing it as quickly as possible. He helps with his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. His hard cock springs free to slap his stomach and your eyes nearly fall out of your head.
Gods, he’s huge.
“Condom or no?”
“I’m on the pill and…you seem clean.” You can’t think straight at this point. Your pussy aches for him to fuck you.
“I am. M’not gonna say no to fucking you raw. God you look hot.” You could orgasm right there but then he’s stepping closer and pressing his fat tip into you.
“Holy-” You grab onto his arm, pressing your face into his shoulder as he sinks in deeper. He hums in acknowledgement, easing in nice and slow.
By the time he’s balls deep, you might be seeing stars but you’d happily die in this moment.
“You alright, sweetheart?” He mumbles into your ear with a tenderness you don’t expect from a bar fuck. But you suppose Steve wasn’t just any bar fuck.
“Y-yeah. You can move.” You’re pressed together so tight you’re not sure where he ends and you begin.
As he starts to fuck you, you press a fist into your mouth to avoid moaning too loud. He quickly ups his pace, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. The sound of skin slapping is sinful but you can’t find it in yourself to care.
“Holy shit Steve just like that!” You moan into him, holding onto his arms for dear life. He’s making such pretty noises.
“Feel so-fuck-so good sweetheart.” He presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, moaning when you clench around him. Both your mouths and chins are covered in saliva but as his thumb runs over your clit, all thoughts go out the window.
“G-god I’m so close Steve.” You’re so close to the edge that it hurts.
“Go ahead, sweetheart.” He slams into you one more time and you’re seeing stars as pleasure overtakes you. It’s enough to make him cum too, pulling out to paint your thighs with his cum.
You both pant in silence for a second, your head resting against his chest. When you’ve both caught your breath you manage to look at him. He looks as if he’s just come off stage, only less sweaty. You can’t imagine you look any better but the look in his eyes almost convinces you otherwise.
“I-I’ll go out first.” He offers hands quickly fixing your hair into place before stepping away to help you down. Your legs are wobbly but you manage.
“Steve wh-” He cuts you off with a sweet kiss, with none of the lust from before but just as much passion.
“I’ll take you on a proper date soon okay? I promise.” He kisses your cheek once more before slipping out the door. You rest against the cold porcelain as you mull over what just happened.
You’re gonna have to get Robin one hell of a birthday gift.
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hard-candy-writing · 1 year
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deal with the devil: chapter three
eddie munson x cheerleader!reader
fic summary: you want to piss off your parents. eddie wants to pass his classes. so you make a deal with each other: he’ll date you, you’ll tutor him, and you’ll both end the year happy. the catch? no falling in love. slow burn romance, enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating, don’t fall in love. fic takes place in 1984-85. inspired by 18 by anarbor.
chapter summary: you and eddie get ready for the party. once you get there, you enjoy yourselves -- maybe a little too much -- then come home to break the news to your parents.
warnings: this series in 18+, minors dni! afab reader. reader is 18 with an august birthday, eddie is 19. reader is mean and eddie is mean right back. reader has a controlling father. nsfw. masturbation (m, not explicit but heavily suggestive), grinding, hickeys, some sexually suggestive language. mentions of drug use. reader gets injured trying to do eddie's hair, but no blood. mentions of a twisted ankle and vomit. mentions of eddie being poor.
a/n: finally! enjoy <3
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chapter three: the party
You'd never seen so many mugs in your life. Or walls so yellow from the nicotine air, a car so old and rusted on the lawn, or such a heinous amount of ballcaps. Ever.
As if reading your mind -- or maybe your twisted expression -- Eddie tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and turned to you with a shrug.
"Hey, you were the one who wanted to come here."
"Yeah, but I was expecting a house. You know, with a foundation instead of wheels?"
Eddie shucked his vest and jacket, then hung them over a kitchen chair. "You have no idea how expensive a house is, do you?"
It was your turn to shrug. You tossed your bag onto the couch and crossed your arms.
"Okay, show me your closet."
Eddie gestured for you to follow him down a short hall. You tried not to frown when you entered his bedroom. A hand-painted canvas poster for Corroded Coffin overwhelmed the room, second to the unmade bed at the centre. Clothes, cassette tapes, and soda cans were strewn across all surfaces -- including the floor. You had to tiptoe over and around them.
"This is where the magic happens," Eddie told you with a chuckle. Despite the terrible joke, he had a cocky grin on his face.
You wrinkled your nose and picked up a tiny figurine -- a little knight. "I'm sure you show your hand a very good time."
Eddie scowled and folded his arms over his chest. "Just pick some clothes so we can get going."
You set the figurine down and picked your way to his dresser. The top drawer contained shirts.
"Do you own anything that doesn't have a band name on it?" you asked after a moment rummaging through his collection.
"Plain black or plain white, with stains. Down at the bottom."
The black one had a hole in the collar, and he hadn't lied about the stains on the white one; some kind of tomato sauce, by the colour of it. You held them up.
"Why don't you throw these out, if you can't wear them in public?"
"First, if I wear my vest, I can hide the stains on the white one. Second, that black one is fine. Third, I can't afford to just toss my clothes and buy new ones, Princess."
He spat the last word. Right. No more comments about money. You stuffed the shirts back into the depths and finally picked out a Black Sabbath shirt -- not the one with the devil baby on it, like Eddie asked, but the one with the grim reaper staring over a pentacle with candles. You threw it over to him. Eddie caught it, then reached over his head to pull his Hellfire shirt off.
"Whoa!" you squeaked, covering your eyes. "Wait until I leave."
"Aw, she's shy." Eddie smirked and whipped the shirt off. He was pale, less gangly than you'd expected. There were bits of black ink over his heart, but you tore your eyes away too soon to make out what it was.
"Glad to see you're so comfortable around me," you muttered. You shut the first drawer and moved onto the second, searching for a decent pair of jeans.
"You're my girlfriend, aren't you?"
"Yeah, and you're laying it on very thick. Where did that kiss come from?"
"What kiss?"
You fought not to frown. He'd forgotten already? "This morning, when you came in. Late."
"I said I was sorry, and I bought you candy. And now I'm even stripping for you." He put the shirt on then undid his belt, swaying his hips in a terrible attempt at being seductive. Even he knew how awful it was; he was snickering as he whipped the belt from its loops and threw it onto the bed.
"Oh, wonderful, I get to see your pasty nipples and two chest hairs."
"Um, there's three, actually."
"Please don't take off your pants until I find you another pair. I don't want to see your hairy man thighs."
Eddie snorted. "Man thighs," he mumbled, grinning. "And anyway, as for the kiss, I figured it'd really seal the deal. Y'know, make it believable? And judging by all the jealous looks I got from basically every guy I encountered today, I'd say it worked."
You smiled as you fished out a pair of dark, flared jeans that looked like they'd hug his ass just right. You let him keep his little skull hanky, as a reward for waiting until you turned around to finish changing.
"Please tell me you have boots or something. Docs? Chucks?"
"Of course I do."
"Well, put them on. What about a hairbrush?"
Eddie met your gaze with wide, almost fearful eyes.
"Why?"
"Because there's no way I'm going to that party with someone with knots in their hair. You look like a five-year-old girl who refuses to let her mom brush her hair."
"If you brush it, you'll break the brush."
"Is that so?"
It was. You and Eddie crowded into the little bathroom, Eddie with a brush in one hand and a comb in the other, you with bobby pins in your mouth, one hand wrangling his hair -- why was there so much of it? How? -- and the other spreading an elastic, the last one having snapped under pressure.
"You're gonna tear my scalp off," Eddie whined as you wet your hands in the sink to try and tame the frizz.
"Stop being a baby. You're lucky I'm not using hair gel."
"What are you doing, anyway?"
You spat out the bobby pins onto the counter. "Putting it into a low ponytail, so that when we dance I don't end up puking up a hairball."
"You plan on getting that close, huh?"
"Never danced with a girl, Edward?" You grit your teeth, twisting the hair tie around his thick hair. "Yes, I plan on getting that close to you. You want an extra pair of underwear to soak up the jizz or something?"
Eddie hooted. "I don't think I've ever heard you talk like that."
"That's because your hair is making me lose my mind. Aha!"
You stepped back, his hair finally in a decent, low pony. It only lasted for a second before the elastic snapped. Your eyes squeezed shut out of instinct, but it was too late. You felt a harsh stinging just under your left eye, and clapped a hand over it.
"Fuck!" you squealed. "Fucking fuck!"
Hot tears sprang to your eyes, eager to wash out the irritant that wasn't there. Had you cut your eyeball? The thought made your stomach turn.
Eddie's hands were on your waist. He lifted you without effort and placed you on the corner of the counter.
"Okay, you're okay, just take your hand away." His fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled a little. You let him take your hand from your eye, which was still screwed shut. "You gotta open your eyes for me, baby. C'mon, can you do that?"
"I-If I open my eyes, m-my m-mascara's gonna run."
You heard Eddie tear some toilet paper off the roll. A moment later, he touched a folded edge under your injured eye, then handed you another folded piece for the other. You placed it blindly.
"Okay, open."
You blinked, a couple of tears falling. Your injured eye tried to stay shut.
When your vision cleared, you could see Eddie peering down at you. He tenderly wiped your eye, taking care to dab at your lashes. The paper came back smeared with black.
"Well, it didn't hit your eye. It hit right under it and left a little mark."
"A mark?" You turned to look in the mirror. It was less than an inch long, but there it was right on the edge of your cheekbone. It was already fading.
He met your gaze in the reflection. "Maybe this is a sign we should give up and just go to the party. If you still want to go, that is."
You sniffled, forcing your tears back. "Please. Back during freshman year I twisted my ankle in the middle of a cheer routine, but I waited until the routine was finished and I'd gotten back to the locker room to tell anyone I was hurt. I can handle a little sting."
Before Eddie could say anything, you hopped down from the sink. "Go grab your stash and let's go."
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Eddie had been right: rich kids loved drugs. He didn't have any hard stuff -- no coke, no meth, no heroin. But he had pot, shrooms, ketamine, and plenty of painkillers. Your bank account would feel it, after you made up for his new discount for your friends, but it was worth it. As long as he provided the goods and didn't ogle any of the girls, they'd accept him. They were too high to care.
Which meant they could swallow their snickers and snide comments while he held your hips and pulled your ass up against his crotch, lips on your neck, both of you smothered by the people surrounding you.
"Keep your hands right there," you warned when his slender fingers snuck through the belt loops of your pants. Nobody else could hear you under the thudding base.
"Is that what your boyfriend would do? Hm?" He nudged at the shell of your ear with his nose. "I'm just trying to play the part."
You rolled your eyes but plastered on a smile. "Just keep kissing my neck."
"Oh, is that what feels good?"
You could feel the smirk on his lips. You reached up behind you, sliding your fingers through his hair. Maybe it was a good thing that the hair elastics broke. You tugged, hard, when you felt his teeth sink into your flesh.
"Edward! Don't leave a hickey."
"Daddy wouldn't like that, would he?" He chuckled when your grip loosened. "That's what I thought. Let me mark you up, so he and everyone else'll know who you belong to."
"Easy there," you murmured, out of breath. Maybe you were getting tired.
Eddie sucked a bruise onto your throat. Then another, just a few inches away. You shut your eyes, pretending to enjoy it for onlookers. Letting the moment envelop you. The heat of everyone dancing around you. The stench of smoke and weed and alcohol and perfume. His cologne. His strong hands on your hips. His hard on rubbing against your ass. His mouth, the pinch of his teeth opposed to the gentle heat of his tongue and he soothed the skin he just sucked.
"Should we go upstairs?" he asked, voice low despite the fact that nobody else could hear you.
"We've been dating for one day. I don't want them calling me a slut."
"How are you a slut if you only sleep with me? Unless you've roped other guys into this scheme of yours." He squeezed your hips -- possessively? He really knew how to sell it.
You opened your eyes. "You know what I mean."
"I thought you wanted a bad boy, Princess. Bad boys don't date good girls. And if they do, they don't stay good for very long."
You couldn't argue with that. And you weren't loving being surrounded by a bunch of sweaty teens grinding against each other. You took his hand and dragged him upstairs to the primary, which had its own bathroom attached. You locked the door and immediately went to the ensuite, where you checked your makeup. You had marks all up and down your throat. You smirked. Your dad was gonna hate it.
"This room is the size of my whole trailer," you heard him mutter in astonishment.
"It's a waste of space. I hear Sarah's parents don't even sleep together anymore. Her dad's always going on business trips and her mom likes the pool boy, if she's awake and not wasted."
"Yikes."
"Agreed." You reapplied your gloss, plumped your lips, and walked back out. Eddie stood there, looking around, an obvious tent in his pants. "Jesus, can't you think about old ugly ladies or dead puppies or something?"
"'Scuse me?"
You pointed at his crotch. "To get rid of that. If you walk out hard as a rock they'll think we didn't do anything."
"The old ladies and dead puppies trick never worked for me."
"You get off on that kind of stuff?"
"I'm not that much of a freak. No, just... doesn't stop anything."
You pointed over your shoulder to the ensuite. "Go on, then. Take care of it."
Splotches of pink coloured Eddie's cheeks. "You want me to...?"
"Masturbate, Edward, you can say it. I'll stay here and mess up the sheets. I won't listen or peek, I promise."
"Aw, and here I thought I'd put on a show for you." Eddie stepped around you.
"Just be quick," you said as he shut the door. "N-Not too quick, though!"
"Obviously." His voice was muffled by the door.
Quiet settled over the room, despite the thrum of people and music outside. You ruffled up the sheets, tearing the coverlet off, throwing it back on. You moved the pillows around.
"... Fuck..."
You stiffened. His voice was hoarse, heavy with desire. You swallowed hard and continued to mess up the bed. But not... so loudly that you couldn't hear him. Your whole body heated up at the very thought. No, you weren't listening to him. Much. But your last boyfriend -- the only one you'd had, and had kept secret from your parents -- had just grunted and groaned when he came. No lead-up, no moans, no --
"Oh... shit..."
No that. You strained to listen to his breath picking up its pace. The bathroom was blessedly empty, which made even the softest sounds echoed. Wait, blessedly? No, this was weird. You weren't supposed to be listening to this.
"Oh, God..." His breath hitched, and you had to squeeze your thighs together the relieve the ache.
The ache that you had ignored ever since you'd felt him brush up against you downstairs. Since he'd squeezed your hips and sucked at your neck.
You heard the rush of water as he ran the sink for about thirty seconds. Then the door opened. You busied yourself finishing up your little creation.
"What do you think?" you asked, immediately turning the topic away from the one in your head.
"The sheets are a little too clean, but it's the best we can do."
"Ew."
You turned in time to see Eddie shrug his shoulders. His cheeks were still a little pink from... exertion. You turned away and grabbed your clutch.
"Okay, are we done here?"
"I mean, it's been ten minutes. I kind of want to make a better impression than that."
"Fine. Fifteen. Then you're taking me home."
Eddie gave a "whatever you say" nod and slumped back onto the bed, ruining it a little more.
You spent the next five minutes re-reapplying your lip gloss. You'd bitten it off without realizing.
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Eddie had refused to drink more than one beer so he'd be sober enough to drive. By the time he pulled up to your driveway, it was five minutes past midnight. The porch and living room lights were on. You grinned.
"Good, they're up. You wanna walk me to the door?"
"I don't think so." He took out a cigarette and lit it. "I don't meet the parents after the first date."
"But you sleep with the girl."
"Of course. Come on, lean closer, let's get the smell of smoke on you. Then you can break who dropped you home to him."
"Are you sure you've never done this before?" you laughed, leaning closer as he said.
Eddie blew the smoke around you, careful not to get it directly in your face. "I mean, I've dated girls who used me to piss off their parents before. They just neglected to tell me that was their plan."
"What?"
"Yeah, so I'm kind of used to this whole song and dance. At least you're honest with me."
You nodded, but you couldn't help feeling a little bad for Eddie. You'd hate to get into a relationship, maybe even get invested, only for the person to say that they didn't actually like you and were just using you. But the resigned way in which Eddie had told you about it... It was almost as if he was used to it.
Once Eddie was finished smoking, he tossed the butt out the window and rolled it back up.
"Turn a little for me. Into the light." Eddie touched your jaw, pushing you to the right angle so that your cheek was in the lamplight. "Okay, looks like the mark's faded."
"Why do you care so much?"
"I want your dad to think I'm a badass, not someone who beats up women." He let go of your jaw. "See you Monday?"
"Sunday, actually. We're going to start your lessons."
Eddie groaned and let his forehead fall against the steering wheel. "I hate school. Why're you making me do it on Sunday?"
"Because we have a worksheet due on Monday."
"We do?"
Oh, God. This was going to take a lot of work. You undid your seatbelt and opened the door. A chilly breeze wafted in.
"Wait," Eddie said, and shrugged out of his jacket. He handed it over to you. "Here, I got another at home. Might not be fashionable or whatever, but your parents will hate it."
You took it and tossed it over your shoulders. It smelled like smoke and cologne. And he'd been wearing it when he'd -- You shook the thought from your head as you shut the car door and walked up the driveway. Eddie waited until you'd shut the front door behind you before he drove off.
"What time do you call this?" You dad's voice came from the living room, where he and your mother were sitting up in their pajamas.
You glanced at the clock on the wall. "Twelve oh-eight. Which is pretty good, considering the party is still going on."
Your dad gawped at you, mouth open, ready to tear into you for that attitude. But your mother spoke first.
"Whose jacket is that?"
You pulled it a little closer around you. "Eddie's."
Your dad narrowed his eyes. "Eddie? Eddie who?"
You took a deep breath. This was going to work -- there's no way it couldn't. You were just worried about just how angry they would be. You exhaled.
"Eddie Munson. My boyfriend."
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ladykailitha · 1 year
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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too Part 11
It will be slower going from here on in as this the last completed chapter I have and the next one only has a couple hundred words.
But we are now at the concert.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
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Dinner was lovely and the talk was easy. They finished and again Steve went to pay only to be told that all meals and drinks were to be put on Ozzy Osbourne’s tab and to not worry about it.
Steve and Eddie shared shocked glances but told the waiter to pass on their gratitude to Ozzy and the waiter nodded.
They went back up to their room and got ready to go. Eddie looked fantastic in his ripped black jeans, band shirt with the sleeves cut off and his gleaming white sneaks.
Steve tapped his lip thoughtfully. “It’s missing something.”
Eddie shrugged. “Well unless you happen to have my battle vest hidden around here somewhere, it’s going to have to do.”
Steve grinned. “Well, I do. But you’re not getting it back. It’s mine now.”
Eddie’s eyes widened in shock. “You have it?”
Steve nodded and pulled it out to show him. Eddie ran his fingers on the soft denim.
“Dustin’s mom helped me get it clean.”
Eddie let out a shuddered breath. “I’m so glad it’s safe. But you’re right, baby. I gave it to you. It’s yours.”
He handed it back to Steve, who set it on the bed. He went to his luggage and pulled out a single white package with a black ribbon. He handed it to Eddie.
“I couldn’t let you go to the most metal concert of the decade without a battle vest,” Steve said with a smile, “now could I?”
Eddie looked down at the box in awe. He looked up at Steve, tears starting to form on his long black lashes.
“Go on, then,” Steve murmured.
Eddie nodded and pulled on the ribbon, causing it to come undone. He lifted the lid and gasped. Instead of the light blue denim of the vest he had made, this one was black acid washed, giving the seams an almost yellow look to them. The front was decorated with the badges and pins of his favorite bands.
“Steve...” he croaked. “I can’t...”
Steve smiled. “The best part is on the back.”
Eddie turned it around and the most pitiful noise escaped him. The tears started running down his face like a storm.
Steve hurried to his side. “Is it okay? I mean...Jeff said you would love it. I didn’t fuck up did I?”
Eddie shook his head. “Is he the one that gave you the shirt to cut up?”
Steve nodded. “He said it was one of the test shirts that the front got messed up on and could be happily destroyed to use for this.”
Eddie placed the vest on his lap and ran his fingers over the name “Corroded Coffin.” He was going to be going to the biggest metal concert with his band’s name on his back. He lunged at Steve giving him the biggest hug.
“I don’t think you can top this, man,” Eddie said into Steve’s shoulder.
Steve pulled Eddie onto his lap and held him tightly. “Maybe not, but there is so much more coming, sunshine. You aren’t going to have much of a mind left by the time the night is over.”
Eddie nodded and kissed him gently. “I love you, babe.”
Steve expression turned soft. “I love you, too. So much. We haven’t known each other for very long but I still feel it. You mean the world to me and I don’t care if people think we’re going too fast. Both of us know that life is too short not to go for what we want. And I what I want more than anything or anyone is you.”
Eddie kissed him again. “I’m going to have get famous so I can spend the rest of my life making up for tonight.”
Steve laughed. “Just keep being the wonderful, charming, outrageous you and you’ll have more than made up for it.”
“You’re going to make me cry again, asshole,” Eddie growled.
Steve buried his nose into Eddie’s neck. “As long as they’re tears of joy, I’m okay with that.”
“You are such a romantic,” Eddie muttered.
Steve kissed Eddie’s neck, pressing gently against the gauze. “And I have set my sights on you.”
Eddie chuckled. “Getting the full Harrington charm experience speed run, clearly.”
Steve chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not using it all up tonight, you’ll still continue to get it for as long as you’ll have me.”
Eddie sighed happily. “Okay.”
Steve looked up at the clock and gave Eddie a squeeze. “It’s almost time to go, sunshine.”
Eddie got up off Steve’s lap and grabbed the vest to put it on. Steve put on the other vest and Eddie looked him up and down.
“Yeah, okay,” he teased. “You’ll do.”
“Asshole,” Steve said, gently pushing Eddie’s shoulder.
Eddie grinned and leaned in. “But you love it.”
Steve laughed. “You bet your pretty face I do.”
Eddie blushed dark and red, turning away. “You can’t mean that.”
“Of course I do, Eds,” Steve murmured, cupping Eddie’s cheek. “Do you think me any less attractive because of the scars on my neck?”
Eddie shook his head. “It looks like a tattoo of barbed wire or something.”
Steve grinned. “That’s actually not a bad idea.” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “But anyway that’s not the point. The point is that you are still the hottest person I know.”
“How are you real?” Eddie asked.
Steve gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’m a reformed mean girl, love. Believe me when I say that you’ll get to see the not fun parts of me, too.”
Eddie giggled.
“Let’s go get you to the concert of your dreams, babe.”
*
They arrived the concert hall at the appointed time and got to the box office. The teller slid over the lanyards and two small packets.
“You’ll be going through those doors there,” the teller said, pointing behind them. “There will be someone waiting for you. Enjoy the concert!”
Eddie eyed Steve warily. “Those aren’t the doors to the seats, Steven. Those are the doors to the backstage.”
Steve batted his eyelashes up at him innocently, stepping away from the counter. “Are they?”
The teller laughed.
“Sweetheart...” Eddie said, trailing after him. “Please tell me we do NOT have backstage passes.”
Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze and looked him dead in the eye. “But then I would be lying.”
Eddie swayed where he stood and Steve brought up his other arm to catch him. “Easy there. Do you need to sit?”
Eddie shook his head. “Nope. No, I’m good. Still going to kill you though.”
Steve laughed and leaned in close. “Just you wait, it gets better.”
Eddie let out a low whine but allowed Steve to lead him to the backstage area.
The man waiting for them was the same one from last night, most likely because Eddie and Steve would recognize him as staff. They put the lanyards over their heads as they followed him to the green room.
There waiting for them were all four members of Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne.
They all cheered when they entered the room.
“Holy fuck, Kirk!” Cliff hissed when Eddie came from around Steve. “He looks just like you! Did your mom fuck around or something?”
Kirk laughed. “Come on, man, not every long, long, dark-haired metalhead is related. That’s country music you’re thinking of!”
Eddie blushed.
“You’re embarrassing him,” Lars said pushing his bandmates. “Come on in, tell us about yourself!”
Eddie shuffled in and with just a gentle nudge from Steve was launching into his favorite songs, their styles. He talked about writing his own music.
Then far too soon the sound guy popped his head in. “Fifteen minutes Mr Osbourne.”
Ozzy nodded and walked out. Steve and Eddie got up to follow him. They were shown where to stand so that the audience didn’t see him.
Steve handed Eddie one of the packets of earplugs. “The guy I spoke to about the passes recommended them.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow but dutifully put them in. Steve followed suit.
And then Ozzy started his set and suddenly Eddie got it. He had been to concerts before. Had even been lucky to be close to the stage for a couple of them. But this? This was a whole other level of loud. He gave Steve a thumbs up.
Steve smiled back.
When the set ended Ozzy talked about giving back to the community and how learning that one the towns near here had come to great catastrophe and how they were donating money to help rebuild the town.
The crowd cheered.
And then Metallica came on. And they played through half of their set before they stopped.
“We wanted to bring out a special guest tonight,” James said into the microphone. “You see, we wanted to something special for the town of Hawkins. More than just give money to help them rebuild. But we did that, too. And then the perfect opportunity landed in our laps. This nice young man reached out to us regarding his friend.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped.
“This man told us about a big fan of ours who had been wanting to see the concert but before he could scrape up enough money to do, was hurt in a horrible accident that took the lives of several people in town. We learned that the town tried to blame this friend because he was one of us. Because he was different. Because he was metal. And what do we say to that?”
The crowd roared, “Fuck that!”
“Louder,” James said.
“Fuck that!”
“That’s right,” he continued. “So what do you say about giving him a round of applause?”
The crowd started cheering and stomping and screaming. Steve gently pushed Eddie out on stage. He stumbled a little bit and slid into that comfortable skin of being in front of an audience. Granted he’d never been in front of one so large or so captivated. But this was something he lived for.
“This, my friends is Eddie Munson, metalhead and guitar player extraordinaire,” James said. The crowd cheered again. He turned to Eddie, “Now a little bird told me you can play the entirety of ‘Master of Puppets’, is that right?”
“I’d say I was decent at it, sure,” Eddie said into the mic.
James looked at the crowd as if to say, ‘can you believe the modesty of this guy?’ “A song that came out a three weeks ago.”
Eddie blushed. “It’s a masterful song.”
“Let’s see what you’ve got,” James said tilting his head up in a challenge.
Then Eddie felt a guitar being pressed into hand. He turned to see Kirk wink at him. Kirk then pulled up a stool.
“Now, since we know you’ve just gotten out of the hospital,” he said into his microphone, “so we aren’t going to make you stand.”
Eddie looked down at the guitar in his hand. It looked almost exactly like his sweetheart. It was an NJ Warlock with the cackle red paint job. It was beautiful.
He looked over at Steve. The other man was giving him to thumbs up.
Holy shit.
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Reader ==> Hang Out With Eddie One on One
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Chapter Summary: It's your first time hanging out with Eddie Munson one on one.
Tags: angst, hurt/little to no comfort, mentions of nausea but Reader does not throw up, Reader has a small panic attack, references to Flight of Icarus events, Oops! All Angst!
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Your body almost hurt from how stiff you felt, both from the shitty futon you’d been sleeping on at Benny’s on the nights that the different sports teams weren’t trashing the place, and from how tense you felt sitting shotgun in Eddie’s van. 
You wished you could relax and not come across as a total weirdo to the guy sitting next to you. Eddie was currently driving you to his place, with the promise of letting you borrow a few cassettes and selling you some weed. 
When you thought back to your old life before sliding into this world, you had hazy memories of smoking with friends, but sometimes you remembered differently. Either way, it was a good excuse to spend some one on one time with him. 
If you didn’t know anything about Eddie it’d be easier, but so far you couldn’t look at him for longer than a few seconds without thinking about-
Well, you were just going to not think about that. Not yet. 
Eddie took a sharp turn and you reached up instinctively to grab the “oh shit” handle and tried not to slam into the door. 
“Jesus, Eddie.” you muttered, wondering if his driving would kill you before you had a chance to try and save him. If he could hear you over the sound of Judas Priest blasting through his old rattling speakers, he didn’t show it. 
You dared to look at him out of the corner of your eye. Eddie was wearing a band shirt so faded you couldn’t make out what it said from this angle, and ripped jeans. His head was moving to the music and you could see him mouthing the words the the song that was playing, and his hands were banging against the steering wheel occasionally. 
This was Eddie’s world and you were just living in it. Literally 
“We covered this song once.” Eddie said, looking over at you for a second. Your heart jumped for a second and you wondered if you would ever get used to him acknowledging you. “My band I mean. Corroded Coffin.”
“Oh, yeah?” you responded with a slight pause beforehand. Wish you weren’t so fuckin’ awkward, self. You chastised yourself. 
“Yeah, in middle school we were all forced to perform at the talent show.” Eddie laughed, mostly to himself. “It was a nightmare. I thought I was gonna puke, man.” 
You stared at him, wrapping your mind around this. Why was it so easy to accept that the other characters had lives before, during, and after what you had seen on tv but with Eddie it was different? 
Because he only had ten minutes of screen time before he was wanted for murder. You reminded yourself. 
“They forced you to perform?” you asked, trying to imagine him, Gareth, Jeff, and Grant as pre-teens. Had the other kids been forced to perform? Steve? Nancy? You made a mental note to ask about that later.
“Yeah it was a stupid rule.” Eddie took another dangerous turn that made you grip your seat with white knuckles. He at least decided to turn down the music just a bit before continuing with his story. “I avoided it as long as I could but they managed to corner me into signing up. I refused to go down alone though so I roped some friends into joining me and thus, Corroded Coffin was born.”
“So you’ve been friends with the others since middle school?” you asked. If Eddie hadn’t been driving like a maniac you might have been able to relax a little as he led the conversation. 
“Oh, no. Gareth joined in on drums in my second senior year.” he explained. “It was originally me, Ronnie, Jeff, and Dougie.”
Well, you knew at least two of those names. Jeff and Gareth had been there the night that Dustin asked for you to sub in for Grant. You didn’t remember much about them other than how they looked at you like fresh meat thrown to a wolf pack. 
“A middle school talent show, huh?” you asked, finally looking at him for more than just a few seconds at a time. “Were you any good?”
“Oh, not even a little. We got boo’d off the stage and a ton of parents complained about our choice of song.” he smiled brightly, full teeth. “I’m pretty sure they changed the ‘everyone must perform’ rule after that.” 
“Sounds like you failed for the good of all the kids in Hawkins. Bet you’re a hero to some of them.” You bit your tongue wincing at your choice of words. Hero. It was so cheesy and too on the nose. It didn’t mean anything. It meant everything. It meant nothing. Just stop overthinking-
“It’d be the first time someone thought I did any good in school.” Eddie said, pulling into the Happy Hills Trailer Park. He pulled up in front of his trailer and parked, and you hopped out, glad to be on steady ground. 
Your watch said that it was around seven thirty. You’d walked all the way to the high school to be picked up by Eddie after Hellfire, he’d offered to pick you up at your place but... well you didn’t need him knowing where you were staying right now. 
“Eddie.” An older man was sitting on the porch, cigarette in hand, as he nodded at his nephew. 
“Thought you’d be off to work by now, Wayne.” Eddie said, hopping on the steps to the porch. 
“Just about to head out.” Wayne’s eyes drifted over to you, taking in a drag and looking you up and down. Had it been any other old man, you would have felt deeply uncomfortable, yet with Eddie’s uncle you felt like- you couldn’t place it. If you had to take a shot in the dark, you assumed that he was trying to decide if he should judge you. 
Actually, maybe you were a little uncomfortable now. 
Eddie grabbed your shoulder and pushed you up to stand next to him as he introduced you. 
You shot your hand out and gave him the best hand shake you could. “Nice to meet you.” you said. Wayne took your hand with his free one and shook it, giving you a nod. Whatever he had been thinking before disappeared and he stood up and flicked his cigarette off the porch. 
“Don’t stay up too late.” Wayne said, heading towards his truck, parked on the other side of the trailer. “Granny dropped off a casserole in the fridge if you get hungry.” 
The scent of cigarette smoke hung stale in the air of the trailer, and Eddie cracked a window in an attempt to air it out. You looked around, taking in the interesting choice of decore. 
“Do you want a drink?” Eddie asked, looking over at you as you stared at the walls. 
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” you said, making eye contact with a Garfield mug by the door. 
“Why would that inconvenience me?” 
“Well if you get me a drink what would you drink out of?” you asked, scanning the seemingly endless shelves of mugs and hats on the walls. 
You heard Eddie laugh from the kitchen. “I’ll make due.” When you turned to look at him again he was holding a beer in his hand. No need for a mug then, you guessed. 
“No, really, this is a lot of mugs for two guys.” you said, looking around. The small living room had a couch and an old arm chair, and there were just so many fucking shelves of mugs. “And hats.” 
Eddie walked over to you and handed over a beer, which you took without a word. He’d been enough of a gentleman to even open it for you. You took a sip, trying to remember if you even liked beer. 
“It’s just something Wayne always collected.” Eddie said. “I never really thought too much about it. Actually I don’t think I ever see him wear hats much either, mostly during the summer.” 
“Do you wear hats?” You scanned the line of hats over one of the windows. 
“Not since I was a kid. Those caps just make my hair go everywhere.” 
“I like your hair.” 
Eddie looked at you and you made eye contact with him for the first time since he picked you up, making your stomach twist. He almost looked bashful at the compliment. 
“Thanks.” he looked like he might want to say more, but instead he turned around and started walking towards the opposite end of the trailer and you followed him. 
Eddie’s room was overwhelmingly Eddie. Your eyes scanned the room, picking out pieces of him as you went. There was a small closet that was a little open, showing a guitar body that didn’t have any strings, a homemade Corroded Coffin banner, posters that were plastered on almost every spare inch of wall, a yoyo on his dresser, his electric guitar hanging on his mirror.
You stared at the guitar and tried to calm the pounding of your heart, trying to push down the memories of seeing him play the instrument on the small screen of your computer back at home and what happens after. 
Calm down, calm down, calm down. You chanted in your mind and looked away from the dresser to where Eddie was on the other side of the bedroom. He was looking through a basket on the floor and you could hear the slight clacking sound of cassette tapes knocking together as he looked them over. 
“You might have to rewind these.” he said, tossing them on the bed. “And one of these isn’t done so when you find that one, give it back.”
You picked up one of the tapes, seeing the label with his handwriting. You had told him that you were interested in getting into more metal music and Eddie had been more than happy to offer up some of his mixtapes for you to borrow. 
“So what’s on all of these?” you asked, the labels not giving you any hint of what could be on them. Faerune, Ralishaz the Mad, Stroud’s Castle Caper, Middle Earth. You read each label one by one, realizing that all of these had something to do with D&D or fantasy, the fucking nerd. 
“A bit of everything.” He said, taking a seat on his bed, looking at the tapes. “Just whatever I was into at the time that I didn’t want to miss when it came on the radio.”
“And the labels...?” you asked, looking them over, noticing a smudge on one that faded to a fingerprint. You wished that you could ignore the small details that were making Eddie so real, it only made your head spin. The more of him you saw, the harder it became to say you weren’t going to try and change anything. 
Even if it means risking your own life? 
You missed his explanation of why he named the tapes the way he did and you instead shoved one out at him “Can you put one on?” you asked, sounding a little more frazzled than you had intended. 
Eddie took the tape and put it in the smaller boom box that was plugged in on the floor and hit play. You sat next to him, trying so hard not to think about him, which was a stupid endeavor considering you were in Eddie Munson’s world, in Eddie Munson’s trailer, sitting on Eddie Munson’s bed, with Eddie Munson.
You were sitting on Eddie Munson’s bed. You were sitting on his bed right next to him. You felt yourself get stiff again, and you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. With any luck he would just think that you’re focusing on the music instead of trying to shove down the sudden wave of dirty thoughts that drowned out your moral dilemma and left you with a completely different problem now. 
This is what you get for reading so much fan fiction. 
Reader ==> Calm the fuck down
You focused on the sound of the music, the last ten seconds of the song were cut off abruptly with a new song. The sound of the radio DJs announcement of the new song adding to the homemade quality of the tape. 
You took another sip of the beer that had been ignored in your hand, letting the burn of the cheap drink distract you and pull you out of your mind for a moment. Eddie had started talking again, telling you about the song and more technical things about the guitar solo. 
He’s info dumping. You realized, and opened your eyes again. You looked at him and he wasn’t looking at you, just going on and on about the song, fiddling with one of his rings. 
He’s nervous. The retaliation hitting you like a brick. You had been so wrapped up in your own nerves of being alone with him that it never once occurred to you that he might be feeling nervous around you. You couldn’t fathom why. You were just some weirdo who crashed his club once and now were trying to be his friend in an attempt to eventually save his life. He only knew about that first part though. 
You were tempted to reach out and rub his back to calm him down, but you didn’t want to be too forward. 
“I like the song.” you said when he stopped to take a breath. “I can see why you do, too.” 
You noticed his shoulders relaxed a little and he smiled at you and you wished he wouldn’t because you didn’t think your heart could take it. 
“I listened to this tape a lot last summer.” he said as another song came on, and the whiplash from metal to what sounded like country. 
“This is different.” you said. “I didn’t take you as a country fan with the... everything about you.”
Eddie stood up and walked over to his dresser, digging around through a drawer and pulling out a small bag of weed. Right, that’s the other reason you used to hang out with him tonight. 
“Yeah, my mom was from Mempis.” he said, measuring out what you’d asked him for and you started scrambling for your wallet and pulled out the time-appropriate cash you had in there. “So I grew up with this kind of music.”
You two exchanged goods and you shoved the baggie in your backpack. From where you were sitting, you noticed another guitar that you’d missed when you first stepped in his room. It was an acoustic guitar sitting in the corner, out of the way but not so much that it looked completely ignored. Eddie had gone in and painted words on the body of the guitar, squished together as if he hadn’t thought out how he should space out his writing. 
This Machine Slays Dragons.
Of all the small bits of Eddie that you had learned in the past few days, this was the thing that punched you in the gut and humanized him completely. The site of this acoustic guitar is what made you feel clammy and the weight of this world suddenly came crashing down on your shoulders. 
“Have you ever been to Tennessee?” you asked, your voice sounding foreign to you as you tried desperately to anchor yourself. 
Five things you can see. Guitar. Another Guitar, Corroded Coffin banner. Empty beer can. Eddie
That wasn’t going to work. 
“No, I’ve never left Hawkins.” Eddie said, putting his stash away, oblivious to the storm that was raging inside your brain. “Mom, uh, used to talk about how her music felt like a plane ticket home even if she was stuck here. I say that my bands music is more like a portal to another dimension-”
“Where’s your bathroom?” you asked, your stomach lurching. 
His head snapped up at you, and you tore your eyes away from the guitar as his words echoed in your mind. 
Portal to another dimension. Portal. Another dimension. 
“Hey, are you okay?” Eddie asked, taking a step close to you, his brows were furrowed under his fringe as he looked you over. When you didn’t immediately answer, he pointed out of his bedroom “Bathroom is right there.”
You gave him a nod and quickly locked yourself in the bathroom and tried not to hurl. He was real, Eddie was real and he was going to die if you didn’t do something. Eddie was real, and he listened to blue grass, and he had an acoustic guitar that he painted himself, and he made mix tapes, and he had a mom, and he owned a yoyo and he just sold you weed and he was going to be killed by monsters trying to save this town and the world. 
It took a moment to calm yourself, taking deep breaths. You had been lying to yourself since the day you arrived. You had been telling yourself that this was alright, that you were totally able to handle being transported to another dimension, knowing what was going to happen.You could be a hero and save everyone. 
That was a fucking lie. You were still trying to tell yourself that this was a dream, that this wasn’t really happening and that these people didn’t really exist because they couldn’t exist. 
But they did. They existed, and you were no hero. Eddie’s voice echoed and layered with yours in your mind and you turned on the sink, splashing water in your face. People were going to die and did you really think you could do this? 
You needed to get out of there. 
You flushed the toilet and stepped out of the bathroom and walked back into Eddie’s room. He was fidgeting with a guitar pick between his fingers and he looked up at you. 
“Everything okay?” he asked, standing up from his bed. “You look kind of...”
You were sure you looked like shit, shaken up and feeling clammy. 
“Y-yeah.” you said, trying not to bolt out of the trailer like a mad person. “Sorry, I’m not feeling great. I think I need to head home.”
“Totally, I get it. I’ll drive you home.” Eddie said, and the genuine worry in his voice made you want to cry. 
“No...!” The word came out more desperate than intended. You could not let him know where you were staying right now. “I- I think I need the fresh air. I don’t live far from here.”
“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Eddie protested, and your brain scrambled to think of any good excuse for what to do next. “I’m gonna be honest, you look like shit.”
“Can you drop me off at Dustin’s place?” you asked, grabbing onto the first name in your head. 
“Dustin... Henderson?” Eddie asked. “Why?”
Why? Because you couldn’t let Eddie know that you were squatting in Benny’s. Because you couldn’t tell him that on Friday and Saturday the old run down diner you were calling home was crawling with basketball players drinking and hungover. You couldn’t say that on those days you jumped between the Party’s homes to hide out and sleep. 
There was so much you couldn’t say and you hated every second of it. 
“His mom is a friend of my family.” You managed to say, hating the lie on your tongue. “And since my family isn’t around here...”
Eddie’s eyes were staring hard into yours, searching for something. If he found what he was looking for, he didn’t say so and just nodded. “Yeah, I’ll drop you off at Henderson’s.”
You grabbed the cassettes on the bed and shoved them into your backpack, following him to his van. How had you managed to fuck up so bad? You hadn’t been there for a half hour and he was already needing to drop you off somewhere else like a kid getting sick at a sleepover. 
The drive to Dustin’s was awkward, Eddie had the music turned on again but at a much lower volume as the two of you drove in silence. You stared out the window, counting street signs and focused on your breathing. 
What a mess of tonight you’d made. 
Eddie’s driving wasn’t as mad as it had been earlier and when he pulled up to Dustin’s home which you were thankful for. 
“You sure you're gonna be okay?” Eddie asked, looking you over. “Need me to, I don't know, walk you to the door?”
You shook your head, not needing him to do anything more than he already has. Besides, you were planning on walking to the back of the house and sitting in the shed to give yourself some alone time. 
“I'll be okay.” You said, sounding far more confident than you felt. “Thanks for the ride... And the tapes... And the weed.” You gave him an awkward smile which he managed to return. 
“Yeah, any time.” He said and you got out of the car and headed towards the garage to be out of sight, only emerging outside again when you heard the van pull away. 
You made your way to the back yard and changed your mind, moving into the basement instead. 
It was going to be a long night as you processed the reality you were living. 
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STWG daily drabble 18/09/23
prompt: rain
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The weathers been shitty all weekend, that light miserable drizzly rain that just saps your fucking will to live. And it’s June for fuck sake. What is it with this country?
He feels like a prick for wearing his once white high tops while he’s walking around backstage. Caked in mud, while everyone else is wearing rain boots because they’ve done this before and they’re the new boys on the scene. They’re still small fry, relatively speaking, second band on and it’s not the main stage.
Eddie doesn’t give a fuck. 
They have thirty minutes. Thirty minutes to obliterate the audience, thirty minutes to make the opener a distant memory. He wants the band coming on after them to be pissing their pants while they wait backstage.
They’ve never played in Europe before, so they’re nervous. Every band has that one story about having bottles thrown at them. He’s been told they fill the bottles with piss over here so he’d like to avoid it as much as possible.
They get the call and then they’re on the stage. And… wow. 
There are dudes right at the front with Corroded Coffin banners, he can see fans wearing t-shirts (and it’s official fucking merch) and there’s a genuine cheer from a few hundred fans who are clearly there for them. He and Jeff share a look, ‘we’re fucking here!’ and before they can even think Gareth is already counting them in.
They do five songs from the album, one new song, and a blistering cover of Battery.
As they hit their final song the granite clouds finally give up and release proper, fat rain, and Eddie watches the fans below as they get soaked to the skin, hair plastered to their faces. But they’re loving it, they’ve stood there waiting for them all morning, and they’re not running away now, if anything they’re getting more amped up.
It’s their last song, their best song. The first time he heard a crowd sing his own words back to him he thought he would cry, right there on the stage, like the fucking sap he was. He kept his shit together then.
But not today.
It might never get better than this, second stage at a metal festival in a cold miserable country in Europe, so far down the bill that most of the festival goers are still in their tents sleeping off the night before. But this, this moment right here and now, is perfection. 
He walks to the edge of the stage, puddles of water gathering, his own clothes absolutely pendulous with the weight of water. The smell of petrichor and beer, heavy metal alchemy. There has to be a couple of thousand people out there, and they’re singing back to him. The rain lashes down and he leans his head back, turns his face up to the black skies and opens his arms wide. Tears and rainwater run together.
It feels like absolution, like glory, like rebirth. His escape from his past complete. His future in the palms of thousands of hands.
They’ll play bigger shows in the years to come. They’ll come back here and work their way up to headline the main stage. They’ll have albums that sell millions.
But it will be this moment that Eddie carries with him for the rest of his life. One glorious Sunday in England, standing on a stage, bathing in the rain.
 (Afterwards Jeff tells him he looked like metal Jesus, and the name sticks for far longer than he would like.)
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cicimunson · 2 years
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More To Me
Chapter Summary: Eddie has cleared his name and become a sort of legend in town, and the girls flock to see him and his band. As his girlfriend, you struggle with seeing them throw themselves at them, but Eddie knows how to show everyone that he’s yours.
Characters/Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader/Robin Buckley/Steve Harrington/Gareth/Random OCs
Warnings: Reader is insecure, public make-out (Eddie makes out with reader while he’s playing onstage), drinking at a bar, sex, love declarations 
Word Count: 2.3k+
“Come on, baby, don’t be mad.” Eddie pleaded with you, giving his best puppy dog eyes and pouting slightly.
“She threw her panties at you, Eddie! Just tossed them on stage at your feet like it was nothing.” You fume.
Eddie had gotten a bit of a following now that his name had been cleared, girls seemed to flock to the mysterious bad boy that was still rumored to have been a cult leader.
You didn’t mind that Eddie and his band were getting attention. You were happy for them.
But what did bother you were the girls constantly throwing themselves at him. Offering to buy him drinks, pressing up against him at the bar, throwing their goddamn panties up on stage.
To his credit, Eddie had grimaced and kicked them away, him and Gareth mouthing “What the fuck?” to each other and shaking their heads. He had handled it right.
Eddie lays his head on your chest, looking up at you with those beautiful brown eyes, making himself look as contrite and pitiful as possible.
“Baby, you know those girls don’t matter. You matter. Don’t be upset with me.”
You soften and run a hand through his frizzy curls. “I’m not mad at you. I’m just aggravated that they’re so pushy and aggressive.”
“So tell them to back off. I don’t mind.”
He drops a kiss to your chest.
“I’m not gonna cause a scene at one of your shows, babe. I wouldn’t do that.”
He murmurs and drops more kisses on your bare skin. “I know. Such a sweetheart.”
“I see another pair of panties flying toward you and I might catch someone in the parking lot, though.”
He chuckles, moving upward to claim your lips. "You’re sexy when you’re fired up.”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
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You walk into the bar with Robin, instantly spying Eddie by the stage, and as usual, surrounded by girls.
You’d gone all out tonight, wearing a short black leather skirt, a white t-shirt with “Corroded Coffin” emblazoned on the chest, and thigh high boots. Robin had curled your hair and helped you with your makeup, painting your lips a bright red and lining your eyes dark.
Eddie almost chokes on his beer when he sees you. He makes his way through the crowd, his eyes roaming up and down your body.
“Jesus Christ, baby, are you trying to kill me tonight? You look incredible.”
You wink at him. “Maybe.”
Gareth calls to Eddie from the stage and he kisses your cheek before heading back.
You and Robin make your way closer, managing to get to the front.
There’s a group of girls to your right and you hear them talking excitedly about how hot Eddie looks.
“What a fucking dreamboat.”
“He could play me like he plays that guitar.”
You and Robin exchange a look and roll your eyes, giggling.
A loud voice catches your attention. The panty thrower.
“I’m going home with him tonight.” She vows. “I’m gonna let that man wreck me.”
Robin winces and squeezes your arm, knowing that her comments were overboard.
You clench your teeth.
The band starts to play and the girls quieten down, their eyes fixated on Eddie as he strums his guitar. You can’t tear your gaze away from him either.
They play a few songs, and then launch into Master of Puppets, Eddie’s favorite. You normally love it, but tonight you’re nervous. Eddie’s big solo was when the panties were thrown on stage.
Sure enough, his solo starts and you can see the girl who who bragging about fucking him earlier squirming around. She pulls her bra out of her sleeve and tosses it right at Eddie’s feet, then blows him a kiss.
Robin grips your arm tightly, seeing the murderous expression on your face. She flashes a worried look to Eddie, who sees the anger on your face. Worse, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill over.
He knew your last boyfriend had cheated on you, and had hurt you deeply. And he knew that even though you trusted him, you couldn’t shake that fear from the back of your mind. It broke his heart. 
He moves across the stage and drops to his knees in front of you, taking everyone by surprise.
Your eyes widen. He winks at you, his fingers never stopping as they zoom up and down the neck of his guitar. He leans closer.
“Kiss me, baby.” He calls over the music.
You hesitate, worried you’ll mess up his solo. Eddie pouts, knowing it makes you give in every time.
You grab his neck and go up on tip-toe, crashing your lips to his. Eddie kisses you back fiercely, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. He never misses a beat as he wraps up his solo, making out with you the entire time.
The song ends and Eddie is still kissing you. He breaks away as the crowd starts to clap and cheer, a few catcalls ringing out. You and Eddie start to giggle, both a little embarrassed. He’d only meant to kiss you, not make out with you in front of the entire bar.
He pecks your lips one more time and winks, then hops back on his feet as the band launches into another song.
Robin jumps up and down, squealing as she leans in to shout over the music.
“Oh my God, that was a public declaration if I ever saw one. He’s so in love with you!”
Love???
Neither of you had said it yet. You were head over heels for him, and sure it was obvious, but you hadn’t managed to tell him how you felt just yet.
You and Eddie had started off as a sort of friends-with-benefits type thing, and it had slowly developed into something more. You had gone from quickies in the bar bathroom and spending a few hours in bed to late night movie sessions and sleeping in each other’s arms. He was so much more than sex now. He was your friend, the person you wanted to be around the most. You adored him…did you love him?
Corroded Coffin finishes their set and you automatically veer to the bar to order them all drinks. They smile gratefully and Eddie snags an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap.
“How’d you like the show, baby?”
Gareth snorts. “I’m sure she likes the one the two of you put on better.”
You and Robin giggle as Eddie grins shamelessly.
“What can I say? Maybe now there’ll be less lingerie thrown up on stage.”
After they finish their drinks you and Robin make a beeline for the bathroom. You wait for her to finish, touching up your makeup in the mirror. 
The girls from earlier walk in. You avoid their gaze, knowing that if they start something right now there’s one of you and four of them. Robin would help of course, but it’d still be two-on-one.
The braless girl speaks up. “So you’re his girlfriend, huh?”
Robin shoots out of the stall, instantly ready to square up if need be.
You meet the girl’s eyes. “I am.”
To your surprise, she smiles. “Lucky bitch.”
“I’m that, too.”
“I didn’t know he had a girlfriend or I wouldn’t have pursued him, just so you know.”
“It wasn’t just about you pursuing him. It was the way you were so sexual about it. Eddie’s more than that. He deserves better than that.”
She looks embarrassed and her friends glance at the floor, the ceiling, anywhere but you.
“Well anyways, have a good night.” She finally says.
You nod. “Yeah, you too.”
They leave the bathroom and Robin sighs with relief. “I was about to go all Rambo on them, if I had to.”
You giggle. “We’d have gotten our asses kicked.”
You both head outside the bar, helping Eddie and the guys load the last of their gear into his van.
He kisses your temple. “You coming home with me tonight?”
“If you want.”
“I always do.”
You say bye to Robin and ride with Eddie back to his place. He drops off his friends along the way, reminding each of them of band practice the next day.
He holds your hand and sings along with the radio, kissing your fingers in between lyrics. You feel a tug on your heart strings every time his lips are on your skin. When he stops at a red light and turns to belt lyrics in your face, you giggle. He’s so funny, my goofy man. I love him. I do.
The two of you pull up to his trailer and you help him unload his guitar and amp. Once he’s hung the guitar in its place of pride on his wall, he turns and tackles you onto the bed.
You shriek and playfully beat your fists against his chest.
“Mmm, baby, harder.” He murmurs, nuzzling into your neck. “Beat me up.”
“Never.” You lace your hands in your hair. “I’d never hurt you.”
“Oh, no? And why’s that?” He nips your collarbone.
Now or never. Tell him.
“I try not to hurt the people I love, you know, just out of courtesy.”
He stills.
Well, it’s out in the atmosphere now. No taking it back.
His eyes meet yours. “What was that, baby?”
You shrug your shoulders. “I said I love you. No biggie.”
He grins. “Say it again.”
“No. Once is all you’ll get from me.”
You squeal as he starts to pepper your face with kisses, then licks your nose. He playfully bites your chin, then blows on your neck.
“Say it again or I’ll do this all night.” He threatens, trying to stick his tongue in your ear.
“Eddie, stop! I’m gonna kick your ass.”
He bites your shoulder, then blows on your neck again. “Say it.”
You grab his face and kiss him hard. “Fucking love you, Munson.”
“I love you, too.”
Your kisses become more frantic, tugging at each other’s clothes and touching everywhere you can. You trace his back muscles, his chest, then tug on his hair, earning you a breathy moan from his lips.
“Need you so badly. Need my girl.” He pants, reaching between your legs.
You squirm underneath him, desperate for his touch. His fingers graze your clit and you whimper, already drunk on just the feel of him.
He slides down the bed and licks up your slit, easing a finger inside you. You arch your back and clench around his digit, your legs coming up to rest over his shoulders as he worships your pussy.
It takes him mere minutes to bring you to orgasm, writhing underneath his tongue as he sends you over the edge. You cry out, repeating his name over and over like a mantra as he expertly works his fingers and mouth in tandem.
He stretches out on top of you, barely giving you a chance to recover before he pushes inside you.
You wrap your legs around his waist and whimper. “Oh God, Eddie, please.”
He kisses you, his tongue greedily exploring your mouth as he picks up his pace.
You move your hips to match his thrusts, clenching your pussy around him. His hand slips between your bodies and finds your clit.
You let out a low whine and he chuckles.
“Poor baby, drunk on my cock aren’t you?”
“Mmm…Eddie…” You manage to groan.
‘Can barely speak, huh baby? Goes dumb every time I’m inside you, don’t you sweetheart?“
He presses harder on your clit and angles his hips just perfect, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.
"Come on baby. Cum for me. I want you to soak me.” His words are almost a plea. “Mmm, baby, takin’ my dick so well. Feels so fucking good.”
Your body tightens almost to the point of pain and then releases, leaving you a sweaty bundle of nerves beneath him.
“Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.” You whimper. “It’s so good. It’s so good.”
He fucks you through your orgasm, praising you sweetly. “Mmm, baby, you did so well for me. Soaked my cock, such a good girl.”
He pulls you upward and guides you on to your hands and knees, then thrusts into you from behind.
“Oh God, Eddie, yes, please.” You beg.
He slaps your ass. 
“Mmm, please!”
You moan as he smacks you repeatedly, your asscheeks burning red from his slaps.
He pounds into you now, almost knocking you off-balance. You knew he was getting close, he always got rough and fast when he was about to cum.
His hands bite into your waist as he slams into you.
“Gonna cum. Gonna fill you up.” He grunts. “Fuck baby, gonna make you so full.”
He holds you tight against him and shoots deep inside you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder.
He pulls out of you slowly and falls onto the bed, tugging you with him. You curl up on his chest, sated and exhausted.
“Mmm, that was fucking amazing.”
“It was. It always is with you.”
“No wonder you love me.” He quips. “I’m a sex machine.”
You frown at his words and look up at him. “Eddie, you know that you’re more to me than just good sex, right? You’re so much more than that.”
“Of course, baby. I was kidding.”
“I mean it.”
He glances down at you. “Baby, I know. I promise.”
You kiss him softly. “You’re more than sex. You’re more than a hot guy in a band.”
He smiles. “You think so, huh?”
“I know so.”
He returns your kiss and pulls you close. “You’ve always seen me for me, Y/N. And I love you for it.”
“I love you, too.”
You snuggle into him and close your eyes.
A few minutes later his voice drifts through the darkness. “More than sex, huh? Does that mean no round two?”
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domesticblisss · 2 years
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like the wind and sea
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eddie munson x female reader rating: mature. minors dni word count: 1617 summary: reader arrives in hawkins after the upside down battle and meets a cute guitar player at the hideout. warnings: a little angst, a little smut and a whole lot of fluff. basically a fix-it fic, mentions of drugs, eddie's scars, both parts being self conscious, reader has a bit of a rough past she doesn't really talk about and pet names (babe, princess). inspired by lana del rey's "brooklyn baby"
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If anyone asked her what was her favourite thing about Eddie, she would probably say it is his guitar skills. 
She remembers the day they met vividly. She had just arrived in Hawkins, the town slowly building itself again after the whole Upside Down catastrophe. 
It was a tuesday night, the first one after her arrival, and she needed a cold beer and some good time to relax after moving in. 
She found herself at The Hideout, a dingy bar at the outskirts of the city. A sign at the door said that Corroded Coffin played that night. As she entered the bar, she smiled, thinking it would be a fun way of spending the night. 
The place was small, a little beat up, and, as expected for a tuesday night, not a lot of people were in attendance. 
As the first cords of “Master of Puppets” started playing, she sat down at one of the tables in front of the stage. The band was good, a group of four teenagers committed to the cause. 
The guitar player was the one that stood out for her. 
He was tall and lean, a bit older than his bandmates, his hair was the messiest and frizziest shag she had ever seen, she was sure her New York friends would envy him. He sported black jeans, a white t-shirt paired with a plaid shirt and a leather jacket, and some beat up Reeboks. But what really caught her attention was his fingers. Long, nimble fingers, so dexterous, hitting all the cords perfectly, even with his multitude of heavy rings. 
He winked at her when he noticed her staring and she prayed that the dim lights didn’t show the way she closed her legs uncomfortably. 
The concert ended and she moved back to the counter to grab another beer. She noticed the guitar player saying goodbye to his friends by the door, quickly averting her gaze when she realised he was coming her way. 
“Hey, I’m Eddie.” He said and she gave him her name. 
“You are new here, aren’t you?”
“Oh, you’ve noticed.”
“Well, the town isn’t that big and we usually get a crowd of about the same five drunks every tuesday, so…” 
She laughed at his answer. 
“I’m serious, sweetheart. Someone like you is hard to not notice.”
They talked all night, Eddie telling her a bit about life in Hawkins before and after the happenings and how his own life had changed, her talking about how she had left New York hoping to leave problems behind and live life in a quieter place, which earned her a “Are you crazy, babe? Haven’t you heard what I just said? Haven’t you seen the news?”. The high pitched tone of his voice made her laugh. 
He offered to take her home and they ended the night making love on the back of his van. 
Making love. 
She had never made love in her life before. She always fucked, her friends, unknown people in bathroom stalls, the random dudes she had two week relationships with. But with Eddie she made love. 
The van had broken down in the middle of the highway and after all the efforts – in vain – to get it back moving, they decided to stay inside the vehicle and talk. They talked more about life, about love, about relationships and somewhere in the middle of their conversation she ended up straddling his lap in the back of the van. 
His hands roamed her body as hers roamed his, feeling the bumps of fresh scars on his torso. Eddie winced and backed away, breaking this kiss. 
“Can you not–” he grimaced, ”things are not pretty down there, princess.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve got– I’ve got s-scars all over.” Eddie was visibly nervous, voice trembling and he could barely look her in the eyes. 
Her hands went to his hair, tucking away a few rebellious strands before cupping his face. “Eddie, can you look at me?” Her voice is soft. 
He did. His brown, baby cow eyes looked at her, the mix of anxiety, fear and shame in them almost made her cry. 
“I don’t care, okay? I’ve got my own! And I’ve known you for like, three hours and in my head all I can think about is how you are one of the coolest and hottest guys I’ve ever met.”
Eddie laughed. 
“I’m serious, Eddie. You are beautiful, you are funny, and you are a fucking hero, okay? Don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. Promise?”
“Yeah.” he nodded. 
She kissed his scars and his worries away, he showed her how fast his fingers are. 
They made love that night, and several nights after that. 
They fell into a routine, she would watch him play every tuesday at The Hideout, they would go back to hers or his or to wherever the van decided it was good enough. 
They would cook together, well, after Eddie almost burned her house down trying to make breakfast, she would cook and Eddie would wash the dishes, they would go to the drive-in with the gang and make out in the backseat of Steve’s car, much to his demise. 
But her favourite thing still was the moments she spent in silence with Eddie, just watching him playing guitar. 
Much like what they are doing right now. 
It’s a hot summer afternoon, the air conditioning of Eddie’s trailer doing little to nothing to help them cool down. Her body is covered in sticky sweat, a mix of the countless orgasms Eddie gave her and of the heat itself, and a thin sheet. 
He’s sitting down on a chair near the door, his hair a mess, wearing nothing but his boxers and a joint on his lips. Sweetheart lays across his lap, Eddie is playing a song she knows she has heard before, but doesn’t really care to remember its name. 
His fingers are lazily strumming the chords and he smiles a just as lazy smile when he catches her looking at him. 
“Staring isn’t nice, princess.”
“Sorry.” she answers, one of the few times she felt genuinely embarrassed in her life. Something about Eddie gets her guard down. 
“Don’t be, I like it when it’s you.” he winked at her. “Like something you see?”
“I like a lot of the things I see.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Your hair.”
“Really?”
“Mhm. And I like your chest.”
“Wow! Anything else?” He teased her. 
“Your neck littered with love bites, your lips, I particularly love your thighs.”
“My thighs?!”
“Your thighs… especially with Sweetheart on top of them.” The confession made him blush. “But what I really like the most are your fingers.”
Eddie laughed, a genuine, heartfelt laugh, one only Dustin could get out of him most of the time. “I guess I have an idea why you like them so much.”
“Yeah, you do.”
Eddie set Sweetheart down, getting back to bed with her. He kissed her, a gentle but desperate kiss, his hand grabbing her hair and the other caressing the nipple that wasn’t covered by the sheet. An unexpected moan from her made them break the kiss. 
“Hi.” he said, giving her a lovesick smile. 
“Hi.”
“Can I ask you something?” Eddie said as he laid down. She changed position, turning around so she could lay her head on Eddie’s belly to look up at him. 
“Shoot.”
“Do you– umm, have you ever told your New York friends about me?” Nervousness is clear in his voice. He usually doesn’t give a fuck about what people think about him, but something about her, about the cool people she always talks about made him want to be cool enough for her, for them.
“Oh, Eddie, of course I do. All the time, to be honest.” The confession made her a little embarrassed. 
“And what do you tell them?” Eddie almost regretted the question. 
“Well, I tell them that my boyfriend is in a band, that he plays guitar and rolls the best joints.” 
Eddie laughs. 
“Yeah… I tell them that I’m begging him to learn how to play Blondie to no avail.”
“You and your Blondie obsession.”
“Excuse me but Debbie Harry is one baddest bitches out there. I wish I was as cool as her.”
“I gotta give you that, but you are so much cooler than her. Hotter too.”
Eddie’s wink made her laugh and she kissed him. 
“They love you, Eddie. And they really want to meet you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I was– well, I was thinking about maybe we could go there next month? Umm, it’s summer, we don’t really have much to do and Metallica is playing there on a saturday and we could just, you know…” She doesn’t know where the anxiety came from, since Eddie hardly would say no to Metallica. 
She always felt like Eddie was too good for her. Like he was some sort of dream that she would wake up from and lose him. Eddie is the first person she called “boyfriend”, her longest relationship, he was the first person to ever make her feel loved and accepted besides her friends. Her biggest fear was to sound too clingy or too pushy for him, afraid it would make him change his mind about her. 
Eddie grinned, his happiness infecting her. 
“Watching Metallica with my best girl and her cool friends? That’s like, the dream babe. Of course we are going.”
Eddie kissed her, kissed her worries away all the afternoon like she did with him on their first night together. 
Yeah, maybe Eddie’s guitar skills were her favourite thing about him, but now Eddie is her favourite thing about him. Just plain old Eddie.
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