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grabbaqueen16 · 8 months

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Eddie Munson - Through the wire

Eddie stupidly busts his jaw after messing around on skull rock while it was still slippery after heavy rain and Y/n "takes care of him".

SMUT/NSFW*

Slight use of feminine terms, smut, male receiving oral, edging warning.

“SIX WEEKS?!” Eddie sat up so fast he practically jumped out of his hospital bed when the doctor told him how long he’d be in this state.

“I told you to stop fucking around or you’d face the consequences.” You taunted him, he slapped your arm and rolled his eyes

“Is there like a mirror or something so I can check my damage?” Eddie groaned.

You reached into your bag, pulled out a compact mirror and passed it to him

“Jesus christ, are you serious Doc? I have to stay like this for eight whole weeks??” He poked at his puffy cheeks and instantly winced in pain

“Yes Mr Munson, at least six weeks, but who knows, maybe if you start to show good progress in the healing process I might let you out a little earlier.” the doctor smiled and made his way out of the room.

Eddie looked up at you with that look on his face and you just knew he was about to ask you for something crazy

“What do you want?” you asked in a jokingly annoyed tone

“Carry me to the car?” He gave a cheeky smile, you could almost see your reflection on all the shiny metal in his mouth

“Please remind me again, did you break your jaw or your legs? My memory’s a bit foggy” you made a quizzical face and tapped your finger to your lips. Eddie rolled his eyes. “But if it makes you feel any better, I’ll hold your hand while we walk?” You offered. He gave a sarcastic smile and took your hand.

You started walking out to his van together, His instinct was to hop into the driver's seat and he held out his hand for you to pass him the keys.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You spun the keys around your finger

“Uh I could be driving us home if you would be so kind and pass me my keys.” He continued to hold out his hand and scrunched his fingers trying to signal you to put them in his palm

“No operating any vehicles or heavy machinery for at least 8 hours while you’re on the pain meds ” You pouted “Doctors orders.”

“I hate it here.” Eddie grumbled under his breath and scooted over to the passenger’s side, he would’ve intentionally clenched his jaw hard enough to break it again if it wasn’t already wired shut.

You hopped up into the van and claimed your new spot as the driver, it was like unlocking a new region in a video game. Eddie rarely let you drive the van, only if he was too drunk to drive home and that one time he sprained his ankle and you had to drive him everywhere. He would never let anyone else sit in the driver’s seat; that was like his most sacred spot, you were the only exception. You turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared.

“Alright who’s ready to rock and roll” you laughed and pressed on the gas, speeding off down the street

“Oh my god Y/n please slow down I’m getting so car sick” he heaved, desperately rolling down his window to try and cool himself off

“Ok, just relax Eds we’re almost home.” you reached over and held his hand

You pulled up outside the trailer, parked the van and both made your way inside, Eddie swung the front door open, ran to his bedroom and flopped on the bed. Still laying flat on his back he waved you over, you followed and gently sat beside him on the bed.

“How you feeling bud?”

“Like I’m on the verge of death” he whined

“You’ll be ok babe, I promise” you lovingly rubbed his shoulder and placed a kiss on his forehead. “Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”

“Well there is one thing…” He turned to look at you and trailed off “And that would be…?” you continued

“No, no it’s fine, nevermind.” he turned away “Well…”

“What is it that you want Eddie?’ you tugged on one of the long strands of hair resting at his shoulders

“Well I mean… It would really cheer me up if you gave me some head?” He shrugged and laughed sheepishly

“You just got out of the hospital and the first thing you want me to do is suck your dick?” You laughed at him “‘Hey, you asked if there was anything you could do and I just gave a suggestion” he laughed as he leaned in to give you a kiss, and you accepted it happily.

“Alright, whatever will help the patient” you said as you started to unbuckle his belt.

You pulled his jeans down to reveal an already growing bulge. You take your time with his boxers, toying with the waistband, slowly sliding it off until you finally reach his ankles, once on the ground you take your position on your knees and pull him in closer by his waist.

You pinch your thumb and pointer finger together making an O shape and slowly start to slide it up and down his length, squeezing tighter when you slide over the tip as you start to feel his dick growing harder.

“I know you just started but I feel so much better already Princess” Eddie said in a low tone, placing his hands on your shoulders, starting to massage them”

You pumped his length with your full hand a few times before slowly sliding the tip into your mouth, causing Eddie to let out an audible moan. You use your hand to continue pumping the rest of his length, swirling your tongue around his tip.

“Fuck baby you’re so good to me” He cried as he threw his head back in bliss. You take his length down your throat and moan, sending vibrations that only make Eddie cry out louder.

You pull off of him, watching a long string of saliva stretch between the two of you before wiping your mouth. Eddie whines at the lack of contact, he moves his hands to hold the sides of your face, caressing them softly. You look up at his needy face, then down at the head of his red and swollen cock that was starting to leak. You look back up at him and watch his face change eagerly as you slowly start to slide it back into your mouth.

“I’m getting so close sweetheart, fuck” he whined. You watch him get closer and closer to the edge as you tease him with your tongue. You can feel his body tensing up as you slowly slide your mouth off again and stop for a minute, leaving him aching and begging you to keep going.

“Please baby, please don’t stop,” he panted. His hands caress your face, lifting your head up to look at him. His eyes darted back and forth between yours rapidly. You placed your hands on his hips, softly tracing patterns up and down his sides to keep him squirming from your touch. You push down on his rock hard dick and watch it spring back up and slap his stomach which made him shiver.

“What do you want me to do for you Princess?” He started to smile realising that you just needed some attention too.

“Nothing right now but…” You spoke in a sultry voice as you started to run your finger up and down the bottom of his cock, from base to tip which started to bring him back to the edge. His full attention to you.

“In six weeks time I expect you to pay me back in full for this little favour” You smiled at him cheekily

You stared straight into his eyes, which were heavy with a mix of lust and love, as you started to take his length into your mouth once more.

“Yes, fuck, anything you want baby” He grunted out as his cock slammed into the back of your throat again and again and again.

Eddie moaned wildly as he came shooting thick ropes into your mouth, he watched as you swallowed and continued to tease him with your hands as you got up. Once you were back up he kissed your lips softly and left gentle kisses down your neck, wrapping his arms around your body.

“God you are so good at that baby,” He stood behind you with his chest pressing into your back, his hands reaching around and resting on your chest, his still semi hard cock pressing into the back of your thigh.

“I know you asked me to repay you when I can use my mouth again, and of course I will, but I hope you don’t expect to wait that long for me to make you feel good too.” He whispered into your ear with a wicked smile as he continued to pepper your neck and cheek with kisses.

A/N This one's been cooking in my drafts for like almost a year now so I hope it was worth the wait 💀 COMMENT IF YOU WANT PART 2 😋Is this fandom even still alive atp? idk but I hope so.

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sinclairstarz · 2 months

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the party’s modern au letterboxd accounts

posting these without all the extra bullshit. still go watch They Cloned Tyrone its on netflix John Boyega’s in it it’s amazing

#stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #max mayfield #dustin henderson #el hopper #the party #stranger things headcaons #modern au #modern headcanons #modern stranger things #cinephile mike wheeler #favorite movies #favorite movie headcanons #letterboxd

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corrodedseraphine · 10 months

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hellfire heart | one shot

this amazing edit of Eddie which i used here was made by wonderful @sofiiel

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

story based on a request by a lovely anon: could i request rockstar eddie who is a bit of an asshole, loves a drink etc? maybe something angsty! angst with half happy ending I guess?, established relationship, breaking up, modern!AU

4 310 words

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

I was going to write this much later, but life sucks and my mood today is some kind of unfunny joke, so this request was the perfect opportunity to unload all my negative emotions in this angsty work!

Dear anon, thank you very much for your request, I hope you will not be disappointed. (I wrote the song myself, it's okay if you don't like this, you can pretend it is any other song yopu like!)

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"I thought that when you come to Hawkins for a break we would organize a little campaign for the boys? They miss you so much." You lay cuddled up against Eddie's chest, who was browsing something on his phone.

"Yeah, about that." he said, turning toward you for the first time in twenty minutes. "I'm not coming to Hawkins."

"What?" you rose quickly. What did he mean he wasn't coming back? The breaks between tours were the only longer time you could spend together. Besides, you saw each other once a month when you visited him on tour.

"Babe, there are so many better things than playing some stupid game, so many parties we can go to, so many crazy things we can do." he replied, sitting down on the bed. "Being stuck for couple of months in Hawkins is not fun."

"But what about the kids? What about Wayne? Don't you miss them?"

"I miss them, but I guess if I don't come once, nothing bad will happen, right?"

"Since when is D&D just a stupid game to you?" you asked. Never in your life would you have said you would hear those words from his mouth.

"Honey, look at me, I am not that Eddie anymore. I am not a loser or freak, I am a fucking rockstar. People love me, I have fans all over the world I have everything I ever wanted. I am better, my life is better now." he said grabbing your hands. "Now I'm going to go to rehearsal, later I'll come back and we'll have dinner together, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, have fun." you replied weakly. Eddie quickly smacked you on the lips and left the apartment.

Being left alone with your thoughts was not good, as those thoughts began to wander into darker and darker corners of your brain. You loved Eddie and were happy like no one else that his dreams were coming true however, you slowly stopped liking the kind of man he was becoming. What didn't escape your attention was his sense of superiority. Suddenly everyone who wasn't recognized and famous, those who didn't participate in crazy parties whose motto was sex drugs and rock and roll, were suddenly worse. More and more, you could see the arrogance in him. At the beginning of his fame, he looked forward to visits home. He loved the hours spent campaigning, the fishing trips with Wayne, or the pleasant evenings at campfires where he played guitar and the rest of your little crazy family was singing. He kept saying that these were his favorite moments. What happened that suddenly they were no longer like that?

Eddie didn't show up for dinner. After three hours of waiting, you extinguished the candles you had lit, put the already cold food in the refrigerator, and took the wine that was supposed to be for both of you to the couch and poured it into a glass. You weren't even surprised that he didn't come back on time as he promised. Lately he had less and less time for you. Day by day there were fewer and fewer calls and messages, fewer and fewer I miss yous and I love yous, instead more and more arguments and misunderstandings. There were more and more drunken pictures of him that you saw on the Internet, more and more rumors about secret "friends" of Corroded Coffin members. At every turn whenever you went on any social media you were bombarded with theories that made you sick. Not wanting to bury yourself in this hole even more, you put your phone down on the coffee table and turned on the movie to occupy your thoughts, but somewhere in the middle of it you fell asleep.

You were awakened by Eddie's loud comeback and quiet curses from his mouth. You turned on the lamp that stood by the couch and looked at him sleepily. He was barely standing on his feet, you knew immediately that he was drunk, you couldn't stop the thought that he might have been under the influence of something else.

"Where were you?" you asked quietly, having neither the desire nor the strength to argue.

"At the re-rehsal." He replied trying to look sober. His tounge wasn't able to form any clear words.

"And later?"

"I hav' n'idea what you talkin'bout." he mumbled under his breath, you could barely understand what he was saying. He shakily walked toward the bedroom.

"Eddie you're drunk."

"'not."

"Why are you lying? Couldn't you at least write that you'll come back later?"

You received no answer. Without even trying to undress, he just threw the phone on the bedside table and landed on the soft mattress immediately falling asleep.

With a burden on your heart, you got up from the couch and, taking a bottle of water with you, because you knew he would need it in the morning, went to the bedroom to lie down next to him. The room smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. You watched his body move with every breath, wondering what happened to the boy you knew like the back of your hand. The boy who mocked everyone who devoted their lives solely to alcohol and parties. A boy who wanted more than just fame and money, who always cared about his loved ones and wouldn't even think of pushing them away in favor of other, "more famous" friends.

It hurt you what was happening to him, it hurt you that you couldn't do anything about it, because whenever you tried to talk to him on the subject everything ended in one big fight. It scared you how much you didn't like his new persona. Even scarier was the thought that this change was permanent.

You were awakened by the vibration of his phone. Wiping your sleepy face with your hand, you took it to turn it off, but you noticed a text message on the screen from an unknown number.

unknown: let me know if you want more ;)

You sharply inhaled the air feeling like your heart was about to jump out of your cage. You knew you shouldn't do this however it was stronger than you. You unlocked your phone and went into the messages with the unnamed number.

Under the message sent above was a picture of a pack of cigarettes. Did he want more cigarettes? You were surprised because after everything he went through in the Upside Down he promised you he would stop smoking. Biting your lower lip nervously, you started scrolling up. There weren't a lot of messages, the earliest one was sent a few hours ago, half an hour before Eddie got home. However, one detailed message from him was enough to make your vision begin to blur.

unknown: how can I return the favor?

eddie: send nudes eddie: just kidding

As if burned, you threw the phone straight at him. He woke up with a growl. Little did he know, though, that a hangover would be the least of his worries. You quickly got out of bed and started getting dressed.

"What's goin on?" he asked seeing your condition

"What's goin on?" you asked pointing your finger at the phone. He frowned and looked at the tiny screen and then realized what was the reason for your behavior. "Who is she?"

"Chrissy's friend." he replied as if nothing had happened.

"And what does she have to repay you for?" Your voice slowly broke.

"After the party she needed a ride so I ordered a cab and we drove her and then I came back here. I don't see what the problem is."

"You really don't see what the problem is? Maybe in what you wrote back to her!"

"It was just a joke don't be dramatic!" he replied sitting down on the bed.

You couldn't believe it. He really thought that writing such things to other girls was okay? Even if it was just a joke, you were not going to accept it. Although you've always known that Eddie can laugh at anything, jokes also had their limits, and this was definitely overstepping them.

"You can't be serious now." you said looking straight at his tired face.

"It was just a joke." he repeated through his teeth. "It's not my fault you don't get them."

The old Eddie would never do something like that to you. The old Eddie, when Steve made jokes like that with other girls was the first to point it out to him and say how pathetic his behavior was. Your old Eddie at least would have let you know yesterday that he would be late and wouldn't be back for dinner.

"I don't care if it was a joke Eddie. I don't give a shit it was a joke!" you raised your voice. Everything you had kept under lock and key for the past months was just being released from you. "How would you feel if I wrote to any of your friends like that?"

An expression of realization flashed across his face, but after a moment it was again replaced by irritation. "After all, she didn't send me any, at least she knows it was a fucking joke, not like you!"

"You wouldn't even admit to me if she had sent one! You could have flirted with each other all the way back and you still wouldn't have told me about it!"

"Maybe we were!" he yelled. "Just- Can you just shut up, my head is pounding." He said hiding his face in his hands. "Get the stick out of your ass, because lately you've been doing nothing but whining."

"No. I'm sick of it Eddie. I'm sick of the person you've become." Shocked, he immediately raised his head. His big puppy eyes found yours however, this time you didn't give in. What was going on between the two of you was not good and it was time to explain. It was time for brutal honesty. "You have changed. You have become someone you would have been disgusted with just two years ago."

"What are you talking about?"

"About you, Eddie! Now all that matters to you is alcohol and these stupid parties. I don't know if you remember, but during one of your speeches at the table in high school you emphasized how much you despise such people!"

"I don't know if it gets to you, but we're not in high school anymore." he scoffed.

"What happened to you? What happened to Eddie, who wrote songs about fighting knights and dragons? Who wrote beautiful love ballads? Whose music had a message? Your last album is all empty words about sex, drugs and how there is nothing meaningful in life! I can understand to devote a few songs to that, but not a whole damn album!" You knew that criticizing his music would be a blow to a sensitive spot, but what was your one blow compared to his treating you like a punching bag? "Where is Eddie who couldn't wait for the campaign and was excited to wonder if Dustin would find an ulterior motive in it? Where is the Eddie who could talk to Will for hours about his role as DM? Where is the Eddie who at every possible opportunity went back to Hawkins to spend some time with his Uncle? Where the hell is the Eddie who didn't choose getting drunk over our dinners together? Where is the Eddie who was always looking for ways to be close to me?!"

"Y/n…" he tried to interrupt you however it was too late. You sped away breaking all the brakes along the way.

"Where is Eddie, who always answered my I love yous? Because the one in front of me now doesn't even want to look at me anymore." You were crying, struggling with breathing out the words. "For the past few months, every time I come you have a problem with kissing me. If I didn't hug you myself you wouldn't do it. You don't answer my messages, you don't answer my calls, when was the last time you told me you loved me?"

"Maybe I wouldn't have stopped doing that if you hadn't criticized me all the time!" he shouted avoiding your last question. He knew the answer would not be acceptable.

"And in what should I support you?! In getting drunk to the point of unconsciousness? Asking for nudes from other girls?! Do you even have any idea how much it hurts me? You don't tell me anything! You keep everything a secret, your nights out, your new friends, you never want to talk about it! How do I know what the hell you are doing there?! I'm supposed to support you in this so that later I can see pictures everywhere from clubs of you having a great time with your fans who are pushing themselves straight into your lap and you don't even try to stop them?!"

"You're just jealous! You're pathetically jealous because you can't accept that my life is so much better now and I don't need you in it at all!"

Suddenly you had nothing more to add. Everything had become clear. Clearer than you had imagined.

It took a while for him to realize what he had said, his words broke the heart not only for you but also for him, because he knew that this was the moment when he would lose you.

"Baby, no. Shit, I am so sorry-" he approached you quickly grabbing your hand but you immediately yanked it away. "Sweetheart, please, that's not what I meant. You know I love you, I'm sorry I've been acting like this lately, please, I'll change, I promise." he panicked. It intensified when he didn't get any response from you. You walked around the room collecting your belongings, which you threw into a suitcase occasionally wiping away tears. Despite his begging and following you around like a lost puppy dog you never spoke a word to him again. Even when you left slamming the door.

For the first few weeks it didn't get to him. He completely lost himself in the party vortex forgetting all God's world "enjoying" his freedom. Waking up in places he didn't know next to people he didn't remember with a massive headache, lack of energy and nausea. This was his new daily life. A daily life that was wearing him down. The Internet was buzzing with news, stories and footage of him getting into fights with other people, or of Gareth and Jeff or Simon having to carry him out of clubs and bars because he was so drunk he couldn't do it on his own strength.

Locked in a vicious cycle, he was starting to suffocate. Suddenly all the things he wanted so much but couldn't do when he was with you were starting to push him away. Suddenly all the quickies with people whose name he didn't even know began to disgust him. The mere mention of any alcohol made him sick. Despite the fact that there were still plenty of people around him giving him their full attention, he felt lonely. Queues of groupies lining up for the tour bus, the forbidden fruit that tempted so much turned out to be nothing.

Lying alone in bed, he stared at the ceiling feeling cold. The darkness that surrounded him consumed his entire soul. Hearing the vibration of the phone he quickly grabbed it hoping it was a message from you, but it wasn't. Suddenly Eddie felt a burning feeling in his eyes that he hadn't felt in a long time. He touched his tear-wet cheeks in disbelief. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, but it must have been a very long time ago. Feeling despair spreading throughout his body, he decided to grab a lifeline and called the person he could always count on in such situations. The person who never refused to help him and who always managed to chase away his demons. Unfortunately, this person did not answer this time, leaving him alone. The person he shouted right in her face that he didn't need her in his life. Sadly, he needed her more than he thought, and loved her even more, but somewhere in his crazy journey, greedy for fame, he forgot all about it leaving him completely alone. He thought about the moment you separated, thought about everything you told him then, thought about how right you were. The longer he thought about it, the more disgusted he became with the person he had become. You were so damn right. He felt like a blinded fool. In fact, that's exactly what he was. The Eddie you loved got lost in the maze of celebrity and money, and in order to survive there he had to adapt to the new environment by creating a completely new version of himself. A version he wasn't proud of.

When he finally calmed down and wiped away his last tears he felt a surge of motivation. He was determined to find the old Eddie and bring him back.

Everyone immediately noticed the change. When rock star, social spirit, party monster Eddie Munson locked himself inside four walls cutting himself off from everything people were shocked. The real reason was known only to the members of Corroded Coffin, who forced him to talk. When he finally told them everything they showed him great support and helped him regain his former self. It was not an easy and quick process, but after a few months he managed to change tracks. Focusing mainly on writing new songs, after the concerts he always returned to the hotel, where he occupied his thoughts with planning D&D campaigns to which he also wanted to return. It turned out that escaping into the fantasy world was still great medicine for his tortured soul. He spent a great deal of time talking to Wayne. The old man was initially very surprised, but also happy to hear his nephew more often now. At his and Corroded Coffin's manager's urging, he also tried visits to a psychologist, which helped him not only find balance in his new life but also helped him deal with nightmares from the past.

The last destination on the tour was Indianapolis. Being so close to home, Eddie sent you all VIP entrance tickets. With a tightness in his heart, he watched as Max, Lucas, Dustin, Mike, El, Erica and Will lined up right at the barriers in front of the stage. Right behind them walked Steve and Robin, and at the very end you. After such a long time of no contact with you, he felt like crying at your sight. He didn't believe you would come, he thought you hated him and nothing would convince you to be here today. And yet there you were. Fate was giving him a chance and he wasn't going to let it pass.

The concert went well, to everyone's surprise, they didn't play a single song from the new album. They relied mainly on those that were written back in Gareth's garage in the days when the world had no idea who Corroded Coffin was. Some people, were not happy about this, but the vast majority sang the songs along with them as much as they had breath. At the very end of the performance, Eddie approached the microphone putting his finger to his lips, thus asking for silence.

"Before we finish, I'd like to announce something." he said looking around. "I'm damn grateful for each and every one of you here, if it weren't for you, we would never have gotten this far, and I will never be able to repay you for that." The crowd went wild, everyone started shouting and applauding, and Eddie smiled and once again asked for silence. "Unfortunately, even on the most beautiful journey one can get lost. And I got lost very badly, and I think that if someone hadn't shouted it in my face a few months ago I would never have found my way back." He grunted. He tried to find you in the crowd, but the headlights blinded him and he couldn't. You, however, saw him. You saw him very well, for the first time in a long time you saw Eddie. The real one. "But I found it. This road is not one of the easiest, so it hurts my heart to tell you that this is the last Corroded Coffin concert this year. It will be a few months before we start working on the new album and hit the road again, and I hope that at least some of you have the boundless patience to welcome us back in time as warmly as you bid us farewell today." he chuckled, receiving thunderous applause anew. "But before we say a final goodbye for today we have a surprise for you."

Unfamiliar chords rang out from the speakers as everyone realized it was a new song, and people started jumping and shouting with excitement.

Cold ground as your deathbed The last thing you hear is scream Heart-wrecking cry of a little ship The little ship is begging Praying to the God above for a miracle You don't know which one But one of them have heard the prayer And you are breathing again

You are back but something is wrong You are back but something is missing Your hands are cold Your heart is colder

Then you meet her Like a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds Her touch is soft Her voice is calm But her heart Her heart was forged in the abyss of hell In the fire hottest than the Sun She's got a hellfire heart

You can try to avoid it You can try to escape But when she touches you she leaves burning marks She will break your ribs She will pull the lungs out of your chest She will find a way to your heart And you will let her

Be careful you blind fool Because once you lose her You feel like death is taking you back Be careful you stupid creature Because once you stop appreciating what you've got You'll end up alone Without the littlest spark to keep you warm You will freeze to death in the middle of a fire

When you meet her Like a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds Her touch is soft Her voice is calm But her heart Her heart was forged in the abyss of hell In the fire hottest than the Sun She's got a hellfire heart

After the concert officially ended, the whole group went backstage. Seeing the excitement of everyone except you, Eddie guessed that you didn't tell anyone about what happened between you. When he found the right moment he pulled you aside and locked the two of you in a fitting room. Without a word you stared at each other waiting for someone to finally make the first move. Despite his fear, he knew he had to be the one to make it.

"Thank you for coming." he said quietly taking a step closer to you, but you took that one step back. "I know I fucked everything up, I know that some stupid song won't change anything, I know you have the right to hate me. I've been a complete asshole, everything at its worst, I've treated you in a terrible way, and to tell you the truth I don't even deserve to have you standing here with me…" he once again tried to approach you. This time you did not move away. "I love you, I haven't stopped loving you and you need to know that. I know I didn't show it to you like I should have, I know you didn't feel it and you had the right to doubt it. I want you to know that I have changed. At least I'm trying to do that, I'm in therapy and it's said to be having an effect. Who would have thought, huh?"

"Your apology won't make me forget all this Eddie." you said.

"I know, and I don't expect you to forget. All I'm asking you for is a chance, to show that I've changed. I may never be able to get back the old Eddie you fell in love with, but I can assure you that the Eddie you hated is definitely not coming back. In front of you stands a brand new Eddie, hopefully better than the previous ones."

"I can forgive you, but that doesn't mean it will stop hurting." The tears in your eyes were breaking his heart. Old Eddie would have killed him for how much pain he caused you. "Even if I forgive you it doesn't mean I'll give us a second chance Eddie. I don't know if I'll be able to."

"I know, but I beg you to try to get to know me again. Maybe someday you'll be able to fall in love with me all over again." he grabbed your hand. Large and warm, in which you could easily hide your own. Whose touch used to be home to you.

"I forgive you." you whispered. Hearing those words, he couldn't stop the smile that pressed on his lips. That was enough. From that moment on, he knew he would do anything to fix the mistakes of the past.

"Can I hug you?" he asked shyly, and you only nodded your head. Holding you in his arms, he felt that his life was becoming complete again.

Your path was uncertain, you had no idea how it would end, and neither did he. However, the end was far away, and for now you had to focus on the beginning.

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stevessunglasses · 11 months

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when in doubt, always blame a man

note: this was supposed to be posted ages ago, but i couldn't figure out how to write the morning after. i still don't know how, so have this as is lmao. it’s a fun meet ugly.

this comes from the prompt: you got drunk, knocked on my door at 4a, obnoxiously flirted with me and then vomited all over my feet, now it’s the next day and you’re hungover and don’t remember anything and my firm belief that steve can only flirt when drunk.

word count: 2k

warnings: second hand embarrassment, vomit

It was rare that you got a full night's sleep in your apartment complex. Something or someone always managed to wake you up. It could be your neighbors arguing, a too loud radio, police sirens, your cat stepping on your stomach; anything, but always something. For the past two weeks however, you’d been blessed with undisturbed sleep. You had forgotten how wonderful it felt to be well rested. Every day seemed so much lighter, and easier, and you felt so much more productive. You were caught up on chores, with no piles of laundry or dishes, and had been acing your classes with no need for all nighters, and even had time to hang out with your friends a couple of times a week. It was the best you’d felt in months.

So when you woke up at 3:37 a.m. to someone pounding on your door, you were rightfully pissed.

You groaned, turning over and pulling your pillow over your head in a desperate attempt to ignore them. The pounding continued for a moment, before stopping. You sighed, and settled deeper into your bed, ready to drift back to sleep, when -

“Robin!”

Ugh. At this point, if you didn’t get rid of them, your neighbors were going to blame you.

“Robbieeeeeeeeee!”

You threw off your blankets, rolled out of bed, and contemplated getting dressed before deciding against it. you were wearing a shirt that, While not workplace appropriate with a slogan of WHEN IN DOUBT, ALWAYS BLAME A MAN, fell to mid thigh and boxer style panties. If someone was going to drunkenly wake you up this late, they got you in your truest form.

You didn’t turn on any lights, instead walking down the short hallway to your front door with your arms outstretched like a zombie. At one point, you tripped over your cat, resulting in angry hissing, swearing, and a mumbled apology.

“Robinnnnnnnnnnnn!”

Rolling your eyes at whoever was in the hall, you swung your door open, completely ready to rip them apart for waking you up, only for your wrath to get stuck in your throat.

The drunken stranger was hot.

He was tall, with thick brown hair somehow styled and messy at the same time, with a pair of aviators resting on the top of his head. His white button up was open to the middle of his chest, showing off a silver chain and equally thick chest hair. A brown leather jacket, black jeans rolled at the ankle, and white nikes completed the look, but you didn’t care about that. You were far more focused on his square jaw, pretty lips, and kissable moles.

“You’re not robin,” the drunken stranger slurred, causing you to make some terrible noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. “You’re like, way hotter than robin.”

You watched his red rimmed hazel eyes trail up your bare legs, and a surprising sense of confidence settled over him. You were wearing a shirt that came down to mid thigh, but the look he was giving you made you feel like you were wearing something far more scandalous. He straightened from his slouch and a smirk pulled at his pretty lips. An arm came up to lean against the door frame, showcasing his already impressive biceps, and allowing a bigger gap in his shirt to see his chest.

“Honey, you can blame me for whatever you want, whenever you want,” he said. “I mean, goddamn, I was already having a good night, but you just made it a million times better. I must've been a saint in another life to get to meet you, sweetheart.”

“Alright, casanova,” you laughed. “I'm glad you’re having fun, but Robin’s not here, so time to go, okay?”

“Who cares?” the man said, pushing away from the door frame to instead lean against it with his shoulder, crossing his arms in front of his chest. his biceps seemed even bigger like that, making you unconsciously lick your lips. “I just met an angel.”

“Says the saint,” you said, unable to help grinning at the cocky man in front of you.

“Or a sinner in need of saving,” he offered with a shrug. “Whatever I am, I'll happily worship you. The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you.”

His tongue slowly traced along his bottom lip, making you flush from head to toe. How were you supposed to respond to that? His hazel eyes remained steady on yours, and you found it impossible to look away.

“I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies,” he whispered, voice rough and husky. “I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death, good god, let me give you my life.”

You blinked, shaking your head slightly to clear the fog of his spell. “Wait. Are you quoting Hozier?”

The man blanched and his eyes widened. “No?”

“Oh my god, you totally are! Take Me to Church. My lover’s got humor; she’s the giggle at a funeral,” your voice was terribly off pitch, but you didn’t care in the slightest. You were having too much fun watching the man cringe. “Knows everybody’s disapproval, I should’ve worshiped her sooner. Who doesn’t know it?”

“Okay, wait-” he said, straightening away from the frame and swaying slightly. He looked unsteady on his feet again, but you weren’t paying attention.

“Have you used that before?” you laughed. “There’s no way it worked.”

“It’s romantic,” he complained, rubbing the heel of his hand against his eye.

“I mean, yeah, he is, but why would you use such well known lyrics? Why not do something like make your good love known to me or just tell me about your day or even honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do.”

“I was going off worshiping you but kissing will do. Here, shut the door. Lemme try again.”

You giggled at that, lifting a hand to cover your mouth to try and quiet the noise. The man grinned, thrilled at being able to make you laugh but it turned into a pit when your giggles settled and you shook your head at him.

“No,” you said, still softly smiling. “It’s late. You’re drunk. You need to go home!”

“I just met my soulmate, and you want me to go home?! Take mercy on my poor, drunk soul and give me your name and number at least,” he said as he dramatically slapped a hand to his heart.

“You won’t even remember me in the morning,” you shook your head affectionately.

The man threw his head back and scoffed. “I totally will! I haven’t blacked out in years.”

“Then tonight’s the night.”

“Nope. You’ll be ingrained in my memory, honey.”

He leaned forward again, stumbling slightly with the momentum of his movement. You reached out to catch him, but he waved off, instead pointing a finger in your face. His hazel eyes caught yours and froze you in place and time, and you were certain that even if he woke up tomorrow with no recollection of you, this man and this night would be seared into your mind.

“I was gonna quote more Hozier to you but that was the only song I know.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, unable to stop smiling.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

He was still leaning so close that part of you felt that you could feel his breath across your cheeks. You watched as his gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips again and again. Your heart was racing, racing, racing and god, please don’t let this be a dream. He stepped closer, lifting his hand to rest on your face, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek. His eyes flicked back and forth again, waiting for your permission before he began to slowly lean forward as your eyelids drifted closed.

A hand on your waist shoved you to the side, as a body suddenly pitched forward with a terrible sound. You watched in complete shock as the stranger vomited an endless stream all over the carpet.

Oh, this was a nightmare.

The man groaned, waking you from your stunned state. You quickly grabbed his elbow, carefully guiding him inside and to sit on your couch. He immediately tilted to the side, laying down with his arms wrapped around his stomach. Keeping an eye on him over your shoulder, you hurried to your little kitchenette to grab a piece of tupperware. The man had started to hitch forward just as you made it back to him.

“Here,” you said, shoving the tupperware into his hands. He took it, but was unable to say thank you as he opened his mouth.

Total. Fucking. Nightmare.

A while later, you had cleaned up and were now turning the couch into a bed as the man brushed his teeth in the bathroom. He had argued at first, embarrassed and far more sober than he had been before, but you ignored him. Maybe letting a stranger stay the night wasn’t the smartest choice, but you knew you’d feel terrible if you let him leave sick and drunk with no one to take care of him. You hadn’t told him that though, still annoyed with the circumstances that had gotten you here, and instead banished him to the bathroom to clean up.

You’d just put down the last pillow when the man returned. “Thank you for all this,” he said.

“No problem,” you replied, giving him a quick smile, but your eyes widened as you took him in. He had taken off his jacket and shoes, and his shirt was now completely unbuttoned, showcasing his chest in all its glory. His hair was disheveled and damp, like he had run wet hands through it and his pants sat low on his hips. He looked completely ravished, and for a moment you could only stare as you imagined other ways for him to have gotten there.

“I was gonna call my friend, but uh, my phone’s dead, so…”

“You can borrow my charger,” you said, shaking yourself free from your reverie. “I’ll grab it. Artie is probably hiding in my room right now, so sorry if she wakes you up later?”

“Artie?” he asked.

“My cat,” you explained. “She pretends to be shy, but then goes totally feral, so you might feel some love bites in the night.”

“As long as I can give them back to you,” he said with an easy grin.

“From Artie,” you rolled your eyes and tossed him a pillow. “I’m headed to bed. There’s water and Ibuprofen on the coffee table for when you wake up if I’m not up before you. More blankets are in that closet if you get cold.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I know I said that already, but I mean it. You really didn’t have to do all this.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrugged. “Not every night a drunk stranger wakes you up to flirt and then puke.”

The man cringed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Any chance we can forget about that part?”

“Never,” you laughed. He chuckled at that, making you grin.

“You sure I can’t just start over?” he asked.

“How’re you gonna do that?”

He rolled his neck and straightened, putting on a persona of easy confidence. He still looked partly disheveled with his clothes and his hair, but in that moment it hit you that maybe it was safer for you to have met this man when he was drunk and messy, because if you met him like this persona, sober, confident, and with that teasing smile on his face, you would have fallen in love in a heartbeat.

Instead, you were just confusingly turned on.

“Hey there, I’m Steve,” he said. He held out a hand for you to shake which you did so with a giggle. “Sorry for kinda crashing the party but I just had to introduce myself.”

“By picking an apartment at random?” you teased.

He snapped his fingers, giving you double finger guns and a wink. “You get it!”

“Go to sleep, you dork,” you laughed, walking past him to your room.

“I’ll dream about you!”

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st-twitter-sillies · 6 months

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hi, im eden

#jesus christ there is a lot of mike in this one #too much i dare say #mike vickie beef continues #lucas is just silly #he just doesnt say stuff like this :(#byler #stranger things tweets #stranger things #elumax #modern stranger things #elmax #lumax #sapphic sennate #stranger things on twitter

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mimixmunson · 2 months

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Steve- Have you eaten breakfast?

Eddie- Yeah.

Steve- A vape and a redbull doesn’t count.

Eddie-

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hrryshoney · 11 months

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Face claim; Christopher sturniolo

With eddie?

Eddie Munson Insta Blurb

eddie munson x reader

A/N: 🎤.. erm.. is this thing on? long time no see, guys! this ask is prehistoric but, go nuts. modern!au

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yourinstagram what goes on hawkins?

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eddiemunson oh hi

→ yourinstagram dork

madmax ur so cool!!

robinbuckley happy pride month

→ yourinstagram funny😐

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eddiemunson lover in the backseat, summer heat

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yourinstagram is our relationship just song lyrics to you

→ eddiemunson ….next question

dustyhenderson you two make me sick, eddie come to dnd pls!

lucas_sinclair cute, i feel the same way with max

→ madmax SIMPING OVER ME IN EDDIES COMMENTS LUCAS IHY

→ yourinstagram ah, young love

yourinstagram added a story!

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dustyhenderson they both graduated, go figure.. congrats to two of my fav seniors, i guess!🎓

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yourinstagram thank you dusty

eddiemunson you’re not too bad yourself, kid

→ madmax stop acting like you don’t love him, dumbass

→ yourinstagram i second this and you’re literally my boyfriend eddie..

→ eddiemunson no comment

steve.harrington i don’t believe i got this type of post when i graduated?

→ mikewheelerr i don’t believe you play dnd with us?

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livinnadaydream · 1 year

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POV: you go on a girls trip and your boyfriends already miss you

#livinginadaydream #modern stranger things #steddie x reader #harringrove x reader

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fleedwoot · 2 years

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if the st characters had an instagram | lucas sinclair.

#he'd be like one of those guys who post like once a yr #stranger things #stranger things 4 #strangerthingsedit #lucassinclairedit #lucas sinclair #stranger things ig au #modern!stranger things #modern!lucas sinclair #modern stranger things #stranger things edit #stedit

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ignoremyworld · 6 months

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Steddie drabble

Eddie works at a cat cafe and Steve and Robin walk in. Cue Eddie having a crisis over a, what he thinks, straight man. And he's so busy in his Head that he doesn't hear Steve freaking out to Robin and the cat snuggled in his lap about "cute cat cafe guy"

Steve then goes there all the time to see him and potentially get to know him. Eddie is trying his hardest not to flirt with someone who won't be into him while steve is just laying it on him and making Eddie blush because "cute cat cafe guy is even cuter when he blushes"

At one point steve goes back and asks to adopt a cat because he's been keeping his eye on a fuzzy black kitty named "kaz" Eddie then blurts out, completely by accident, "he's almost as handsome as you"

After that Steve gets a job at the cat cafe after his date/interview with eddie and they live happily ever after with th kitties

I'm still learning to write so please be nice :3

#steddie #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #stevexeddie #steve stranger things #modern stranger things #stranger things

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ahoysteviex · 2 years

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stranger things teens modern au 3/?

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargrove #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steddie #harringrove #mungrove #harringroveson #metal sandwich #vickie stranger things #chrissy cunningham #ronance #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #jargyle #modern stranger things #a theo original

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occasionaloneshots · 2 years

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Modern Stranger Things Girls

Headcannons including style and room decor only on the older sibling characters and younger, and only characters who has appeared in at least 2 seasons. (So not including Eden, Chrissy, Vickie, or Heather)

Nancy

Style is a mix between light academia and extremely girly

Over blushes purposefully, adds it to the tip of her nose

Big fan of Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, and Olivia Rodrigo, cries to “People Watching” but she doesn’t know how to explain why

Part of yearbook and the journalism at her school, talked the school into adding the paper as a section of their website

Paints her own nails, makes sure she does it every Sunday and then matches all her outfits to it through out the week

Has American Girl dolls from her childhood still in her closet for “safe keeping”

Plant mom, actually can keep them alive

Bedroom is full of real and fake plants, asks Mike to water them if she’s away, never tells him that half are fake so she can laugh about him watering all of them

A lot of neutral/green toned decor but she still has baby pink walls from when she was a kid, everyone says it suits her

Participates in spirit weeks, probably joined SGA just to help pick themes

Avid skirt wearer

Bullet journals and keeps a diary (tells people just journals with no further explanation)

Volunteers at the local animal shelter on the weekends

Taught El how to do her hair and makeup (often steals El from her brother and his friends if Max isn’t there)

Has modern Curtain bangs, never adds enough volume to them

Camp counselor every summer

love dainty jewelry, says she only wears it, but she wears a friendship bracelet El made her at camp until it literally falls apart (El said it was a thank you for making her feel normal when the kids didn’t, Nancy hid in the bathroom and cried a little over it)

Claw clip enthusiast

Robin

dresses like an artsy lesbian stereotype and then asks Steve if he thinks girls will know she likes girls

leather jacket girl

works at Best Buy, is really nosy when ringing up customers

Dustin came into the store to buy animal crossing so he could visit Suzie’s island, she immediately texted Steve about it and they teased him together (he has no regrets and has a really cute island)

Acts like a music snob but doesn’t actually have a music taste (Steve refuses to give her the aux and then they argue because Steve is a Yung Gravy and TMG fan)

collects crystals, doesn’t actually believe they have abilities she just likes the way they look on her shelves

mainly wears neutrals, but she has has a full collection of colorful button ups that she buys from mens sections

Wears almost exclusively converse and boots

hair tie around her wrist 99% of the time

Only wears eyeliner, mascara, and concealer (highlight and lipgloss come out if she feels like she needs to look nicer)

dyes the underside of her hair fun colors (Max helps, it’s a bonding experience)

Lets Nancy paint her nails

Collects patterned socks (prefers crew socks)

buzzfeed unsolved/the watcher Stan (loves the professor, watches puppet history when she can’t sleep)

room is really messy but in a way that it almost looks creative

wall is absolutely covered with posters, pictures, drawings, and letters

Had white bedding, bought darker bedding because she’s prone to spills

Max

has 2 styles, half surfer and half skater (learned how to surf as a kid, misses it)

thinks skirts are only for special occasions

believes in the healing abilities of crystals, goes shopping for them with Robin and keeps an amethyst stone on her at all times

bought Lucas a rose quarts necklace once and a matching one for herself (after an actually messy breakup, she noticed he took it off and cried about it)

Big scrunchie fan because normal hair ties pull her hair and she hates the feeling of clips

has a clear phone case, keeps a picture of her and Lucas and a sticky note with a drawing from El in the back

has a locked folder in her notes app that is secretly a journal, won’t tell anyone

draws all over her vans and converse, protects her airforces with her life

big fan of hats

became closer with Mike because her other friends won’t watch scary movies with her (Lucas will if asked nicely, mocks the movie the whole time. Dustin and El would really rather not because Max likes to scare them during the movie and Will doesn’t want to admit they still give him nightmares)

actually remembers to put sunscreen on every day (she’ll regret it if she doesn’t)

Still puts beads on her converse laces like people did in 2019

Once near her birthday she mentioned wanting to buy a pair of customized Jeans and then Will gifted her a pair (he spent 3 days on them)

Got close with Robin when she started highschool because they had the same lunch and looked obviously lost, hangs out with the band kids despite having no musical skill

Genuinely likes punk pop (and normal pop but she only admits that to El, who exclusively listens to bedroom pop)

never turns her overhead light on, relies on the windows and lamps in her room

Still sleeps with a stuffed animal because she can’t sleep alone after getting wrapped up in the upside down drama

dresses in super colorful clothes, is on the edge of dressing kid core but she leans a little too pastel for it

obsessed with her hair once it’s long enough to play with, collects hair accessories so she can try different styles

also collects squishmellows (gave max the stuffed animal she sleeps with, it’s a squishmellow, go figure)

watches makeup tutorials when she can’t sleep and tries to recreate them (Nancy bought her her first makeup items and she got her colorful eyeshadow pallets that El is dying to use)

indie girl type of bedroom, probably has a loft bed

big fan of platform shoes because they make her closer to Mike’s height while being easier to walk in than heels

big fan of dresses and skirts, extremely girly style (once she finds her own, with the help of Max) so that she can take back not feeling pretty as a child

has a Jean jacket that she begged will to paint after seeing Max’s jeans(and he did, it now has flowers on it)

Big fan of accessories in general but especially the chunkier, colorful type (like the y2k style rings and beaded necklaces)

once got Max to add a streak of purple to her hair while Max was dying robin’s (it was to feel like a part of the group but she actually loved it)

hates the feeling of both nail polish and fake nails so her nails are always bare

has pictures with her friends hanging on Fairy lights over her headboard

got a pair of AirPods as a gift from Mike once, bought a case for them to “make them cuter” because she thought they looked boring

exclusive listens to bedroom and indie pop

sleeps with a night light (and possibly the door open) because she hates when it’s fully dark around her

has a friendship bracelet from Nancy that she got on her last day of summer camp, wears it everyday (it matches Nancy’s)

has a set of those rings that connect from Max, Max wears the one with the cut out, El has the dainty one (it’s a butterfly)

Suzie

Still dresses pretty modest to make her parents happy but she a little pickier about it

big fan of graphic tees but has to be really careful about the graphic on them

plays animal crossing (talked Dustin into also playing) and has strong opinions about the villagers

secretly has social media, deletes them weekly when her parents ask to see her phone (feels guilty about it)

puts way too much effort into PowerPoints and essays, spends days on them

prefers winter because she’s really good at layering (and her clothes look a lot cuter and less “my mom only lets me wear swim dresses because other one pieces show too much”)

Has built her entire future with Dustin in the Sims 4 (probably more than once)

probably has those heart shaped prescription glasses to be quirky but they actually fit her style really well

something tells me she’d be a really big fan of 90s and early 2000s country (especially the love songs) but hates new country

scrapbooks as well as journaling to have something to do with her hands

max added her to a group chat with her and Eleven on Snapchat but she just lurks there because they make her nervous

collects physical media (her bookshelf has a whole shelf that’s just DVDs)

Not allowed to watch horror movies until she’s 18

After Dustin, she’s closest to Will in the party, she thinks he’s the nicest of Dustin’s friends

Has a picture she took on the last day of camp with Dustin as her Lock Screen, her parents grew to accept it

Avid Etsy user (and she covers everything with nerdy stickers, including her bedroom furniture)

big fan of headbands

Erica

loves getting color added to her braids (especially pink) and often adds beads

First makeup her mom let her wear (when starting Middle school) was highlight, mascara, and lip gloss

really pastel and girly but prefers pants to skirts

loves quirky earrings, refuses to admit some of them are nerdy (despite Lucas telling her her rubix cube earrings are super nerdy)

little mix, Ari, and Nicki fan

wears jewelry that probably counts as kandi (and makes it herself) but isn’t part of the alt kandi community

fanfiction and fanart creator

Definitely still watches MLP, ships at least 2 of the big ships

part of her middle school art club but also the SGA (doesn’t participate in spirt weeks)

took a semester of chorus once, discovered she has minor stage fright

Pastel bedroom (walls are probably like lilac) with more throw pillows than a middle schooler actually needs

sleeps through scary movies but also history class (honestly could probably sleep through anything)

big fan of crochet clothing

big Marvel fan, won’t watch DC movies (says it’s cheating on Marvel but she actually just doesn’t wanna learn anything about DC)

Steals hoodies out of Lucas’s closet when he’s not home so they don’t fight about it

scrolls through pintrest and Instagram hair posts, is getting really good at doing her own hair despite being in the 6th grade

had a rainbow loom phase, gave a few to El and Max after the star court incident as a thank you (though if you ask her she just didn’t like them, despite spending hours on them)

#modern stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #suzie stranger things #erica sinclair #el hopper #eleven #jane hopper #max mayfield #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #style head canons #modern headcanons #clothing headcanons #headcannons #stranger things headcannons

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