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gyuswhore · 8 months

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Hits Different (...'cause it's you) [teaser]

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PAIRING: kim mingyu x reader

SYNOPSIS: Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.

or;

in which you get rejected by the only boy you've ever loved; a rejection you can't quite shake off.

GENRES: based off of 'Hits Different' by Taylor Swift, brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut (none in teaser) [MINORS DNI], friends(?) to lovers, university!au.

PLAYLIST: right here!

WORD COUNT: est. 25k

WORD COUNT [teaser]: ~820

RELEASE DATE: est. october 2nd 2023

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WARNINGS [!is subject to change upon publishing of the full fic!]: slowburn, mingyus a bit of an airhead and an ass, reader has a hard time managing her feelings, lots of frustrated tears, one sided pining, user toruro x minghao make an appearance, swearing, there's another woman (gasp,,,,,but shes cool so), Nayeon is a darling, Seungcheol is kinda annoying here but we love him, (smut tags in the full fic)

[A/N]: I worked rlly hard on the banner pls look at it ‼️ enjoy hehe also this is probably gonna be way more than 25k but I supposed its better than overshooting

teaser under the cut!

It’s a black sedan that rolls up next to you, slower than what’s considered a normal speed on an empty street. It honks and you nearly halt, owing to the shake that passes through your knees. It honks again, and you can’t help but look to the side to find a window rolled down.

Mingyu sits on the driver’s seat, leaning over to the empty passenger side to grab your attention.

“The Uber’s free! So is the driver,” he yells out the window. “Hop in.”

“I’m alright. I kinda wanna walk.” You shift your weight between your feet, the distance adding an awkward feel.

“Wasn’t asking. It’s the middle of the night, I’m not letting you walk alone.” As he speaks, another car passes from behind him, slowing down. You note the look the other driver is giving you through the window, and it’s enough to convince you to step into Mingyu’s car.

“I think we’re way past the point of formalities, don’t know why you hesitated.” He chuckles as he motions for you to click on your seatbelt. You fumble with it for a moment, his own fingers coming to the rescue to latch it on. You retract your fingers before they can brush with his own any further.

Settling into your seat, you choose to look forward as he picks up speed. “Uhm, just wanted to walk, it was nice outside.”

“Take someone with you next time, it’s nearly midnight,” he warns.

There’s a twinge of annoyance that emerges in the back of your mind for some reason, despite knowing full well that he was right. You just didn’t want to hear it from him.

It’s silent for a bit as the radio plays an uncharacteristically upbeat tune, prompting you to wonder if it was just you who felt the atmosphere pressing in on your chest.

“Did you not bring your car today?” he asks out of the blue, eyes remaining on the road as you glance up at him. One look at his side profile and you’re turning your gaze away.

“No, it’s at the workshop. I came with Nayeon.”

“Why didn’t you leave with her?”

“I…” You pause. “I told her I was gonna go with Seok.”

“Hm. That didn’t happen.”

“It’s like I said,” you mumble.

He hums again in response, dropping the subject.

“Listen, are you…are you okay?” he starts again and it has you looking back up at him.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You try to hide the bitterness in your tone but it proves difficult.

“I couldn’t help but overhear but I was sitting right there. Hao was talking to Mika about something she’d said to you, about…” He trails off. “I mean, you looked a little upset, I just wanted to ask if you were okay.”

You bit your tongue. Hard.

He knew you were staring at him, he knew you weren’t over him. He knew you were still standing on the same square confinement from months ago. Never changed.

“I’m fine,” you reply, snappier than you had intended.

“Are you sure? I felt like I should’ve said something but Nayeon was right there so I thought…” He sounds unsure and when you see him look at you, with eyes filled with an emotion that makes you nearly gag, you almost lose it. You did not want him to pity you. Nor care for you; especially when it came from a place that nullifies your feelings. You didn’t want him to care for you for the sole reason that you were his best friend’s sister.

“Mingyu, I think it’s best if you drop it.”

“Of course. But it might help if you wanna, you know, feel your feelings.”

Fuck no, you weren’t crying in front of him. Not when you're sure he’s noticed the tear stains on your makeup.

“Mingyu, I said drop it. I don’t need your help, I don’t need to feel anything, I need you stop feeling like you’re obligated to care about me because you’re not.” The words come tumbling out before you can stop them, irritation laced in every snap and dent.

He says your name in an attempt to smooth you over. It only lands him in more trouble.

“No, listen, I get it. You’re uncomfortable about everything but you feel like you need to check up on me at the same time, and I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to worry about that. What happened, happened, and it’s my job to pick up the pieces because it’s my fault. You don’t need to meddle.” You’re breathing hard as you finish, finally settling back in your seat.

He’s already pulling up to your building, heat still penetrating the silence. You unbuckle your seatbelt, mumbling a thanks for the ride.

“Seok’s staying at Cheol’s tonight,” he calls out as you shuffle out the door. “Remember to lock the door.”

You stand sheepishly holding the open door as you nod quietly. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the shoot.”

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nyxoz · 2 years

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When you and Eddie are 9, he falls off the monkey bars at school and breaks his arm. You sit with him and hold his good hand while the teachers call an ambulance. He looks up at you with big brown tearful eyes and a sniffle and says “Don’t leave me.” You hold his hand tighter and shake your head, “I won’t.” You say.

When Eddie gets his cast on you’re the first person to sign it. You write your name with a little heart next to it in red marker. “Do you think I can get Stacey Carmichael to sign it?” Eddie asks. You frown a little and your tummy feels weird at the thought. Stacey is in the grade above you and she’s the coolest girl in school. “Dunno” you shrug before Mr. Munson calls from the living room to tell you your parents are here to take you home.

When Eddie is 11 he starts a band called Corroded Coffin. You think it’s a funny name but Eddie tells you that it’s really metal. You tell the boys they should enter the middle school talent show and they do. They come 4th but Eddie is so happy that he picks you up and spins you around even though you’re taller than him. “You didn’t even win!” You laugh as he spins you, “I don’t care, that was so fun!”

When you and Eddie are 12, you fall off your bike riding down the big hill near the trailer park. You scrap your knees and chin and you’re crying all messily. “Eddie! It hurts!” You sob as Eddie holds your face in his little hands to look at your chin. “I know. Let me go get Uncle Wayne!” And then Eddie runs as fast as you’ve ever seen back to the trailer to get Mr. Munson who comes speeding down with Eddie and a first aid kit in hand. “Okay, little miss, what have you done to yourself, hmm?” Eddie holds your hand while Mr. Munson patches you up.

When you’re 13, John Baker kisses you at the snowball dance while you’re slow dancing to a song you don’t know. It was okay but your mom’s lipstick you stole gets on his lips and he has to go to the bathroom to clean it off. “I kissed John!” You tell Eddie who is sitting on the bleachers looking bored. Eddie screws up his face “Yuck.” You frown, “I didn’t say it was yuck when you kissed Jessica Thompson!” You argue. “Did you use tongue?” Eddie asks. This time you screw up your face. “Gross! No!” Eddie shrugs, “Then it wasn’t a real kiss.” You don’t think that’s true.

When you and Eddie become freshman’s he joins a club called Hellfire and it’s all he talks about. “Our DM is so cool! He listens to Judas Priest just like me!” “The campaign is so fun!” “Look at the shirt that they gave us! I’m never taking it off.” He can’t hang out at lunch anymore because he sits with the Hellfire club and that makes you sad but you don’t tell him that. You’re just happy he’s happy.

When you reach sophomore year, you and Eddie agree that Friday nights are your dedicated nights to hang out. Eddie came to you at the end of freshman year saying he missed you and you were so happy you almost cried. You barely saw him anymore so now that you have a night just for you, you couldn’t be happier.

When Eddie turns 16 you surprise him with an audition at the hideout for Corroded Coffin to play every Tuesday night. It might just be a few drunks that heckle at them every gig, but Eddie literally tackles you onto his bed and almost squishes you in thanks. He’s bigger than you now.

When you and Eddie are 17, you’ve become somewhat of the band manager. You help them unpack and pack every night and Eddie usually drops you home after. The rest of the band have left and it’s just you and Eddie hauling the last of the equipment in the back when you almost fall out the back of the van. Eddie is underneath you in an instant, catching you bridal style. “You saved me.” You laugh as you hop down to your feet. Eddie doesn’t laugh, he just looks down at you “‘Course I did. I always will.” He says. It makes your stomach flutter and before you know it you’re leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. You pull away and stare up at him nervously watching as Eddie’s face breaks into a smile. “Y’know, it’s not a real kiss unless there’s tongue.” He says. You slap at his shoulder.

When you’re 17 and 6 months, you’re at Eddie’s trailer and Mr. Munson isn’t home. You’re in Eddie’s bed and you’re both in your underwear and under the covers. Eddie is kissing all over your face, “You sure you wanna? We don’t have to.” He asks for the millionth time. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You reassure him.

When you turn 18, Eddie gives you a little box. You open it and find his guitar pick necklace curled up in the soft velvet. “Eddie,” you gasp, “I can’t accept this. This is the most important thing to you.” Eddie pushes a piece of hair behind you ear and leans in close, “You’re the most important thing to me.”

When you and Eddie are 20, Eddie finally graduates high school. He runs up to you and Mr. Munson (‘Call me Uncle Wayne’ he told you a million times before) and picks you up and spins you around in his cap and gown. “You did it!” You cheer, giving him a loving kiss. He holds your face in his hands “I fucking did it.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #joseph quinn #oz writes #oz writes eddie munson #nxyoz

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 5 months

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Blue Christmas

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You're feeling down with the holidays coming, missing your rockstar boyfriend, so your friends plan a trip to a cabin with a little surprise to cheer you up.

18+ Only

"Y/N, come on! Sing along!" Robin whined from the back seat.

You groaned, rolling your eyes at her. You appreciated your friends' attempt to cheer you up but it wasn't working. Nothing was going to make this Christmas feel joyful or triumphant. The one person you wanted to be spending Christmas with was halfway across the country and you didn't know when you were going to see him again.

"We're on our way to a beautiful cabin in the woods for a friendsmas like no other!" Steve whooped from the driver's seat. "A whole weekend of fun, drinking, and me! What more could you possibly ask for?"

You couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, I mean, if I have you Steve, then what more could I possibly need?"

Eddie. You needed Eddie, but he was currently on tour so you couldn't have him. Corroded Coffin had become an overnight sensation and you were beyond thrilled for him and the guys. But they'd been gone for two months. Two months where the closest you got to having your boyfriend was a phone call. He tried to call every day and you appreciated it but you also knew he was crazy busy. The newfound stardom had caused a whirl of insanity from talk shows to press releases to photo shoots to radio interviews. He was constantly on the go and lately the calls and been shorter and farther and fewer between.

You didn't want to think it, but you couldn't help that nagging in the back of your brain. Those doubts that began to creep in like insects burrowing under your skin. Was he going to find someone else? He was constantly surrounded by beautiful women these days, models and other musicians and actresses. How would he not be tempted? You glanced down at yourself, your leggings and sweater dress and knew you couldn't compete. Maybe he saw you as special when his options were limited to Hawkins but a buffet of buxom had just been opened for him and he was quickly becoming the most wanted man in the world. You could compete with Hawkins girls but you had no shot with L.A. girls.

"Hey, stop that," Robin chided, slapping the back of your head. "Get out of there. No going down that path that leads to nothing but misery. This is not a pity party. This is a Christmas party and we are going to have fun. You are going to smile and laugh and have a good time and you are going to padlock those thoughts away where they belong."

You nodded, turning to look out the window at the snow covered landscape. Robin and Steve were your best friends. You had shared all of your doubts and fears with them about Eddie getting bored with you or deciding he didn't want to be tied down when he had the world at his feet. They consistently assured you that wasn't the case, that Eddie loved you, that you two were endgame. You appreciated their support and their positivity so much but you just weren't sure anymore.

"Here we are!" Steve called, pulling up to the most beautiful cabin you'd ever seen.

Cabin? This was like a manor made of logs. What cabin had two stories with a full porch that wrapped around to a deck? And was that a hot tub on the deck? Floor to ceiling glass windows covered the front, which would give you a beautiful view of the winter woods but, Jesus, this place as to cost a small fortune.

"Umm...how exactly are we affording this place?" you questioned.

"Oh, well everybody pitched in," Steve offered, shrugging. "Argyle, Jonathan, and Nancy are driving up later. Between all of us, it actually wasn't too bad." He hopped out of the car and ran around to the back, pulling out your bag. "How about you head in and check it out? You can look around and get all holly and jolly. Get in a positive head space while Robin and I handle getting the rest of the stuff inside."

"Okay..." you said slowly, taking your bag. Why was he being weird? You walked to the cabin and up the steps, pausing when you heard the car start up. You turned to see Steve and Robin waving at you and smiling as they pulled away. "Hey! What the hell? Where are you guys going?"

Seriously? What were they playing at? Did they think this was funny because you definitely weren't laughing. Ugh. Whatever. Groaning, you pushed open the door to the cabin and stepped inside. You had no idea what those two were doing but you'd be damned if you were going to stand outside waiting for their punch line.

Your eyes roamed the cabin as you set your bag down and unbuttoned your coat, hanging it on one of the hooks by the door. There was a Christmas tree already set up and decorated in the corner and a fire roaring in the fireplace. You wondered if the owners had done that. If so, it was a nice touch. Possibly a bit hazardous to leave a fire going with no one there but nice. There were cozy blankets draped on the couch and a lush, shag rug right in front of a beautiful stone fireplace.

You moved to the window to see if Steve and Robin had returned, ending whatever silly game they were playing. Moving the curtains back, you admired the view. Trees coated in sparkling white snow, large rolling hills in the background. Steve had mentioned possibly skiing this weekend.

"Well, at least it's a beautiful view," you muttered.

"Actually, I would say this view in stunning."

Your breath caught in your throat as that voice reached your ears, flowing over your body like the sun's rays after a long winter. Turning, you gasped, tears pooling in your eyes at the most beautiful sight you had seen in months.

There stood Eddie, your perfect Eddie. He looked just like your Eddie, not the Eddie that was plastered over the cover of magazines or sitting on the Today show. He wasn't decked out in designer clothes. His face wasn't covered in make-up to ensure he looked lively under fluorescent lighting. He wore his usual jeans and a long-sleeve blue shirt. Those mahogany waves you loved so much were gloriously chaotic, not perfectly coiffed. He was everything, everything you'd been dreaming about for two months, standing there in front of you.

"Baby?" he asked softly, tilting his head slightly, concerned that you hadn't said anything. "Are you happy to see me?"

Your response was to throw yourself against him, your lips smashing into his, hands tangling in his hair. A rumble of satisfaction rolled from his chest, his arms wrapping around you, crushing your body against his. Jesus, you missed him. You had a savage need to feel every single inch of him, to have him as close to you as humanly possible.

Your hands found the hem of his shirt, grabbing it and pulling it over his head. You threw it across the room, your eyes soaking in each of his tattoos, those images you knew so well. You pressed your lips to his neck, your hands running along his chest and stomach that were much more firm than they had been the last time you'd had him shirtless in front of you. Celebrity came with expectation of a certain body image and you knew his manager had him hooked up with a personal trainer.

You pressed kisses along his chest, tracing your tongue over each tattoo there, smiling when you felt him shudder under your hands. His hand cradled the back of your head as you moved further down, lips pressing against the flesh of his belly, the soft hair that trailed into his jeans, leading you exactly where you wanted to go.

Your fingers quickly undid the button on his jeans, slid his zipper down and pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees. You kissed a path along his groin, that lovely spot where his hips and pelvis met.

"Holy shit baby. This is a hell of a hello," he murmured, fingers tangled in your hair as your lips wrapped around him, pulling the length of him into your mouth. "Fuck. I missed your mouth so goddamn much."

You ranked your nails gently along his thighs as you moved your mouth along him. Your tongue slid along the underside, following the vein there and then swirled around the tip. The grip on your hair tightened as his hips rocked forward, plunging him deeper into your throat.

"Fuck princess..."

Smiling at how easily you could get a reaction out of him, you slid him from your mouth, taking his length in your hand. You began working your hand along him as you ran your tongue over his balls. Gently, you took one in your mouth, sucking just hard enough to make him scream out your name. Switching, you worked his balls with your hand, tenderly rolling them and pulling on them. Your tongue swirled around the base of his cock, working your way to the tip before taking him into your mouth again.

Suddenly, he gripped your shoulders, lifting you from the floor and into his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he moved you to the shag rug, laying you back on it.

"I have waited too damn long to just come in your mouth," he growled, his lips now devouring your flesh. He yanked your shirt off, undoing your bra and tossing both. "Goddamn." His mouth descended upon your chest, pulling your nipple between his teeth until you shrieked with pleasure. His tongue rolled over the other nipple as his hands pulled at your leggings. Breaking away, he ripped them the rest of the way off. His hands moved to your knees, pushing them apart as he gazed down at you. "I have dreamed of this pussy every single day for the last two months."

"Eddie!" you screamed as he dove forward, his tongue sliding between your folds, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your hips rolled toward him, your hands gripping the shag rug tightly. Fuck, Eddie was so enthusiastic when it came to pleasuring you and he always succeeded. "Jesus baby...oh my god..."

Your eyes rolled back, waves of pleasure gently creating over you, promising the large crash at the end. Eddie slid a finger inside of you, exploring your walls until you almost came off of the bed with a screech.

"There is it," he murmured, pleased with himself, continuing to press along the sensitive flesh within as his tongue worked your clit. He was a fucking master with his tongue, circling and then working shapes around the edges just as you thought you couldn't take it, somehow knowing you needed less pressure.

"Fuck...oh...baby, I can't...oh shit!"

"Oh, yes you can," he replied, his tongue flicking quickly along your clit, "I can feel it, princess. Come on. I've been waiting far too long for this."

Your stomach knotted, your toes pointing as every single muscle tensed in your body. Your body lurched, hands slamming into the floor before gripping the rug again for dear life. That crashing wave was about to roll over you. Eddie's fingers continued to move, each time hitting that delicious spot that simply undid you. His tongue was not letting up, knowing you were close, pushing you over the edge.

"Fuck me!" you screamed, your body shuddering violently up off the floor. Eddie's free hand rested on your belly, gently pressing you back down as he continued to pleasure you gently through the waves of pleasure that coursed through your body.

"I mean, if you insist," he said with a smile, sliding his fingers from you and before you could even completely come down from your high, his cock had replaced them, your body welcoming him home, finally right where he belonged. "Oh fuck baby. You feel so damn good. Yes, I've missed you so fucking much."

"I've missed you," you groaned, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him close. "God, I've missed you."

Eddie's arms wound underneath you, his forehead pressing against yours as he moved his hips, his cock filling you completely. It filled not just your body but your very soul. Being this close to him was replenishing everything that had diminished in his absence. All doubts and fears flew from your mind at the perfection that was the two of you becoming one, your bodies interconnecting like perfect puzzle pieces.

"Baby, you're so perfect," he breathed, his breath gently tickling your skin. "You have no idea how much it kills me to be away from you."

Your hands held his face, gazing into his eyes as your hips met each thrust, your legs wrapped around him, pulling him even deeper. Brown eyes...people compared brown eyes to so many normal, every day things but his were anything but. His eyes were the color of sweet melted chocolate, a warm cup of soothing tea when your soul was aching, the color of the earth that brought life after a long, hard winter. These were the eyes that you wanted to gaze into for the rest of your life.

"Me too," you whispered, your head swimming in the lust and love you had for this man. "I hate it."

"Oh baby, I'm gonna..." he groaned and then his whole body jerked forward, stilling, his eyes closed as you felt his climax filling you completely. He lifted his head, his forearms framing your hand, and held your face in his hands. "I love you. I don't want to be away from you anymore. I can't do it. It's too hard."

"Baby, I hate it too. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do," you said, smiling. "But you have to. As much as I hate it, I know you have to do it. The tour and everything, this is amazing for you and the guys."

"So come with me," he said. "Princess, I can't say goodbye to you again. I won't do it. I fucking hate it. It's so damn hard. This is my Christmas gift to you. I want you to come on tour with me. I know we talked about it and it didn't seem right but being apart isn't right. I know it's a crazy life, but it would be our life. All of this success just feels like bullshit without you with me."

You paused, looking upon the face that you loved so much. Yeah, you'd be leaving everything you knew behind but everything you wanted was right here. Did any of it matter without him? Could you do it?

"Yes," you replied without hesitation. "Yes. I don't want to go one more day without these eyes in my life."

"Yes?" he asked, grinning wide and then he started laughing, pulling you against him and pressing his lips to yours. "Yes! This is the best Christmas gift ever. Seriously baby. You and me, forever."

"Forever," you repeated, pushing those messy locks behind his ears. Yeah, forever with this man sounded like pure heaven.

#eddie munson #eddie the banished #stranger things eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x femreader #eddie munson christmas #christmas smut

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chelseeebe · 7 months

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promise.

eddie knows about covering bruises and pretending to be fine all too well. but can he save the one woman he thinks he’s ever loved?

a/n: ok i’ve been a bit shit the last few weeks and this is genuinely the only thing i could conjure up but forewarning, it is sad and it does mention some pretty heavy topics that i know aren’t for everyone so i completely understand if u don’t want to read! my adhd riddled brain has already started a part two which does have a happy ending

title based on promise - ben howard i just thought it was a really lovely song and fits well with part two

read part two here.

18+. mdni! mentions of domestic violence, not explicitly described but the injuries are there and it is referred to multiple times throughout (eddie is not the perpetrator). smut. v much hurt/no comfort but not for long.

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eddie is positively wrecked.

who would have ever guessed working in a shoddy, run-down bar would be so fucking tiring?

graham had said that if he picked up a few shifts at the hideout a week, then corroded coffin could play once a month. a guaranteed slot and he got paid? this was like heaven to him.

he just hadn’t expected the little bar to be so exhausting. he supposes that his lack of work experience and the fact he was used to doing sweet fuck all most of the time was to blame. that’s not his fault. not really. after finally graduating high school a year or so ago, he just hadn’t found any work in the tiny town.

on one particularly boring mid-week shift, eddie’s sat behind the bar doodling on the back of an old receipt, tapping his foot along to the kiss tune playing on the stereo. wouldn’t be his first choice but he’s not complaining.

‘you coming for a smoke?’ you exclaim suddenly, causing his head to jolt up, running the biro over his shitty drawing, ruining it completely.

‘uh.. then who would be on the bar?’ he utters, quickly hiding the doodle before you could judge it. not that he thinks you would, but just in case.

‘eddie, it’s dead,’ you say flatly, looking around at the empty tables.

truth be told, he hadn’t seen another soul bar from you and graham since he’d arrived which was odd for a thursday. assuming that the usual bums that lined the dusty old stools were otherwise engaged today. that or they just hadn’t been paid yet.

‘oh.. yeah, okay,’ he nods, hopping down from the stool and grabbing his jacket. you’re already gone, bounding off down the hall to the fire exit you all used for smoke breaks.

eddie’s still fairly new and very rarely got invited on the group breaks. which was fine, he just wished that you’d all take it in turns so that he could smoke too. he gets it though, like he talks enough but yet not enough to really make friends with any of you.

you’re leaning back against the brick wall, cigarette hanging from your lips, ‘you got a lighter?’

it’s not like he’d been staring or thought about it that much, but he’d noticed how breathtakingly beautiful you were on his second shift. okay, maybe that’s a lie. he’d thought about it a lot. but anyway, he’d been utterly in awe at the way you handled the drunks, brushed off their creepy comments and stood your ground no matter how angry or persistent they were being. he admired that and just wished that he had even a smidgen of the confidence you had.

he fumbles in his pocket for the lighter, clumsily handing it over before getting his own pack out. it feels wrong to look you in the eye, god that sounded pathetic. you were older, far cooler than he was and positively stunning. if he remembers correctly, you must’ve been a couple grades above him at school but had left long before he graduated.

‘thanks,’ passing the lighter back to him, fingers ever so slightly brushing against his. it’s like electricity sparks through his veins.

he really needs to get a grip.

‘you enjoyin’ it here?’ you ask, eyes intimidating as they bore into his.

‘it’s okay.. tiring though,’ he shrugs, trying his hardest to maintain eye contact despite his inability to look pretty girls in the eye.

‘yeah.. you’ll get used to it,’ you chuckle, the smoke flowing out of your lips perfectly. he’s so pathetically down bad for you and you have literally no idea.

‘how long have you worked here?’ longing to keep the conversation flowing.

‘shit.. too long,’ chuckling as you take another drag. eddie could listen to that sound all day. ‘i think i was eighteen when i started so..’ pretending to count on your fingers, ‘six years?’

eddie blows the air out of cheeks, he’s probably be in a similar position if he’d have just graduated when he was supposed to so he can’t exactly pass judgement.

‘i think we went to school together, i mean, you were a couple grades above me but i remember you,’ hoping that that didn’t sound as creepy out loud like it did in his head.

‘oh shit, really?’ your eyes narrow, trying to place him though it’s obviously not going to happen, ‘i don’t remember you.. i’m so sorry,’ playfully hitting his arm.

the connection is enough to keep his delusions going for at least another month.

‘it’s fine, didn’t think you would,’ not many people did to be honest. he tosses his cigarette into the overflowing makeshift ashtray, waiting for you to lead the way back inside.

‘hey, it was a long time ago, i’m old now!’ you joke, walking back through the dim hall back to the bar. he tries his hardest not to let his gaze slip to you ass but he swears it’s only for a second.

the bar’s still dead, the stereo now blaring out some madonna tune he hated.

‘ugh.. turn this one off,’ he mutters, mostly to himself as he repositions himself back on his perch.

‘what?’

‘i hate this song.’

your jaw drops in faux-offence, ‘i made this mixtape you asshole,’ going to shove him off of the stool, ‘i can’t believe you can’t drop the cool guy act for one second to appreciate some madonna,’ laughing as you start collecting glasses.

his frown turns into an immediate grin, begging for your forgiveness as he starts to bop his head along to the beat. it’s not like anyone would see him and hell, even if they did, he didn’t care. not if it made you smile.

‘holy fuck, you been fightin’ with the door again?’ james remarks, pulling eddie’s eyes from his paper to spot you rushing into the bar.

your head is ducked, flashing the older man your middle finger, disappearing into the back before eddie can properly get a glimpse of your face.

but he knows.

there’d been a handful of times that you’d come in wearing a massive sweater instead of your usual low-cut tops and when you reached for something high up, the sleeve would reveal just enough for him to see the dark blue marks on your wrist.

he’d never been sure, not until now. but his stomach drops the second his brain puts two and two together.

ditching the paper and that asshole james behind the bar to slink off into the back, approaching the tiny staff room with the upmost caution. it’d never be wise to start throwing accusations around but he’s not stupid. eddie had watching his mom go through the exact same shit for years. knew all the tricks in the book to cover up bruises, cried his heart out every time his mom went back to his asshole dad.

only god knows how many times he’d planned out his fathers death. anger brimming in his tiny body the second he heard raised voices.

he knocks gently on the door, watching as you hurriedly wipe the makeup onto your eye. it’s not doing much, in fact, it’s not doing anything at all. the purple shining through undeniably.

‘you okay?’ practically whispering as he enters the room, knocking the door shut behind him. james’ comment had meant that this obviously wasn’t the first time you’d come into work with such horrid markings.

you sigh, giving up on attempting to cover it, slamming the metallic compact back into your locker. ‘i’m okay.. i’m fine,’ refusing to turn and face him.

you’re obviously not okay and it hurts eddie to know that there’s absolutely nothing he can do to help. instead, he takes a seat on the communal bench, if nothing else, he’d lend his ear for whatever story you wanted to tell him.

‘what happened?’ he dares to ask, not expecting to know the truth but it felt better than silence.

you sniff, closing your locker and finally facing him head on. there’s pain and guilt wracked all over your face, ‘i’m just.. clumsy,’ shoulders slumping, ‘i tripped..’

‘clumsy?’

you were anything but. eddie had watched you balance trays full of glasses without spilling a single drop. maybe other people bought your story but he didn’t. he couldn’t.

there’s a short silence and eddie shuffles, patting the empty space beside him, ‘you don’t have to lie to me.’ he swallows his anger, lets it rest in his stomach for a later date. there’s no doubt that if he got the opportunity, he’d kill the asshole that did this to you.

you swallow, reluctantly perching on the bench, ‘why are you even asking when you already know?’ not quite meeting his eyes, staring off somewhere into the distance.

‘i don’t know.. didn’t wanna pressure you..’ he’s familiar with the whole routine. the denial from his mother had broken his heart at such a young age even though he wasn’t stupid.

you blink, meeting his eyes for the first time, ‘he didn’t mean to.. was my fault,’ wiping the back of your hand against your sodden cheeks.

even hearing the words makes him inexplicably frustrated. not with you of course, but with the fact that you can’t see how much you don’t deserve that.

‘i don’t think you could do anything to deserve that,’ motioning towards your blackened eye. he’s not going to push it but he needs you to know that he’s here and would quite happily wrap his hands around that bastards neck.

‘you know.. my dad used to hit my mom,’ swallowing the large lump that had gathered in his throat, but finds enough strength to continue, ‘she was the nicest lady in the world.. she didn’t deserve that and neither do you,’ licking his suddenly parched lips. it wasn’t an easy topic then and it certainly isn’t now.

he’s not particularly ever open about what happened to his mom but if it convinced you even a tiny bit to leave him, it’d be worth it.

there’s a beat, followed by a muffled sniff but you’re nodding, staring down at the grimy tiles rather than his face. eddie reckons that he’d be overstepping his mark if he did what he wanted and leant over to hug you. so he doesn’t. putting a sympathetic hand on your shoulder instead.

‘you’re an angel, you know that?’ the hints of a smile creeping onto your lips.

‘yeah i know,’ he scoffs, bashing his shoulder into yours, only gently.

‘shut up,’ knocking him straight back.

you get up from the bench, puffing your cheeks out as you take one last look into the mirror.

it’s a gut-wrenching, awful sight and god forbid eddie has to ever see you like that again.

perhaps rather naively, eddie assumes everything is fine for the next few weeks.

understandably, you’re a bit subdued for a few days but you do revert back to your usual bubbly self come friday evening. no more bruises, no more groaning when you change the keg and absolutely zero mention of your wretched boyfriend.

so when he pulls into his gravel driveway one gloomy saturday night, he’s aghast to see you perched on his trailer steps. blinking through his headlights, soaked through from the rain with a busted lip and a torn shirt to match.

he near enough launches himself from his van, rushing over to your hunched over frame. damn near falling over his feet to get to you.

‘what the hell happened?’

you stand, clinging onto your poorly packed rucksack, ‘i.. i didn’t know where else to go,’ utterly defeated, any traces of life drained from your face.

he doesn’t say another word, bundling you into the trailer, slamming the lights on to get a proper look of you. his hands firmly on your drenched shoulders as he examines your injuries. your lip is cracked, the blood had wept from the cut and dried on your chin.

it’s awful. knocks him sick just to see you like this. your cheeks are stained with a mixture of rain and he presumes tears, hair hanging limp around your beautiful face.

‘what happened?’ he says softly, studying your face. he notices the small gash on your forehead, using everything within himself not to storm out of that door in a murderous rage.

your mouth opens but no words come out. it’s not as if he can’t put two and two together, he just doesn’t understand how it got to this point after last week.

‘it’s okay.. c’mon let’s get you out of these clothes,’ he blinks, collecting himself before taking your sopping wet bag. the clothes had all suffered in the downpour, damp and unwearable.

so he leads you into his cramped room, hastily rummaging through his drawers for something you can wear.

it’s a little self-indulgent and completely the wrong time but his heart flutters when you reappear out of the bathroom sporting his tee and a pair of old gym shorts. now showered and without the blood stains on your face, it’s a welcome sight.

‘better?’ he offers, though he knows a shower could never really help.

you nod, pulling the sleeves down over your hands. it’s so adorable and eddie seriously has to fight his compulsion to just pull you into his arms. he knows there’s no way he can protect you from everything but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to try.

‘you want a drink? beer?’

your eyes light up, a minuscule smirk appearing on your battered lips. he’s sure wayne would understand why he came home to a non-existent six pack. the berating would be worth it to see you smile again.

he collapses onto the couch next to you, beer in hand as he watches you slowly relax. delighted that he could offer a safe space for you, even if it did come with some very complicated feelings.

that night, admittedly very creepily, he watches as you sleep. terrified to fall asleep in his makeshift bed on the floor in case you needed him.

at some point in the last two weeks, eddie had gone from sleeping on the floor to sleeping in his bed next to you. you’d told him it was far too cold for him on the floor and he should just get in. which he did, with great pleasure. there was nothing to it of course, but a few times he’d woken up to your leg entangled with his or your face pressed against his back.

everything had just got a whole lot more comfortable. rides to work, cooking for one another and some shared looks that he’d been unable to put his finger on. not wanting to believe they had any deeper meaning but at the same time, he knew that that wasn’t how friends looked at each other.

it’s a rare night you both have off, sat in the trailer watching halloween, neither of you really interested in what’s going on on the screen. there’s an inexplicable tension in the air tonight, you’re quieter than usual which eddie doesn’t like.

‘you okay?’ he dares to ask. he’d felt a little overbearing those first few days, constantly checking on you to make sure you were okay.

‘hmm? oh, i’m okay,’ setting your bottle of beer on the table, ending up much closer to him when you sit back.

‘you sure? you’re quiet,’ keen not to let on that he was absolutely buzzing about your close proximity.

‘just thinking.’

‘about?’

you let out a soft breath, twisting around to look at him fully. the only times he’d been this close to you were in bed where he laid and listened to your soft snores and when you’d been covered in injuries. neither one were exceptionally great circumstances.

‘you,’ you blink up at him, smiling just enough to make his heart skip a beat.

‘me?’ he can’t decipher whether that’s a good thing or not.

‘mhm.’

‘what about me?’

you don’t respond for what feels like an eternity but your gaze lowers, glancing at his lips and back to his eyes. if he weren’t staring directly into your bright eyes, he’d have missed it.

‘i really want to kiss you,’ you say, so brazenly that eddie’s not quite sure if he’s heard you correctly, almost sputtering on his breath as the words process.

‘you.. you wanna kiss me?’ trying hard not to sound so astounded. pretty girls didn’t want to kiss eddie, not like this.

you nod, ‘can i?’

there are stars in his eyes, blood pumping around his limbs at an alarming rate. his head is fuzzy and if he weren’t sitting, he’d probably have fainted.

‘please,’ he chokes, desperately forcing the word out before it becomes impossible.

your palms are soft as they caress his cheek, wishing that he’d shaved before this had unfolded. his heartbeat stutters, bubbling with anticipation as you lean in, gentle lips locking onto his as his eyes flutter shut.

this is it. he’d dreamt of kissing you for weeks, practiced on his hand an embarrassing amount of times and yet still nothing could’ve prepared him for how earth shattering this felt. his heart is practically jumping out of his chest and he’s sure you can feel it thumping against yours.

it’s as if fate had bought the two of you together, moving against each other in perfect harmony. if he died tomorrow, he’d die a happy man.

your hand creeps down onto his chest, holding yourself upright as you shift onto your knees. do you want to have sex with him? is this actually happening? his fingertips vibrate as they connect with your waist, like you weren’t even real and just a figment of his overactive imagination.

the second your lips part from his, he wants to cry, pull you back in and never let go. the absence of contact makes him whine, opening his eyes to see yours gazing back, they look different. different to how you’ve ever looked at him before, full of something unspeakable.

‘do you want to?’ you ask quietly into the minimal space between you.

eddie wants to so bad, more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life. nodding hurriedly to let you know just how eager he is. there’s not a chance in hell he’d let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

your lips twitch into a smile at his permission, fingers curling around the hem of his shirt.

but before you get any further, the trailer door clicks open and wayne is stood in the doorway, pizza box in hand accompanying his unimpressed scowl. ‘okay well, i think that’s enough of that,’ he grumbles, shuffling into the trailer as you climb off eddie’s lap, back into your own spot.

‘sorry wayne.. i didn’t know you were back so early,’ his cheeks burning, bashful as ever. it wasn’t enough for wayne to walk in on that but he was always now straining against his jeans, trying desperately to hide the tent while you reshuffle, pulling your shorts back down to a more appropriate length.

‘yeah yeah whatever,’ his uncle shakes his head, trundling over to the couch and tossing the box onto the cluttered coffee table, ‘move over boy, i wanna watch my programme,’ collapsing into the empty seat beside his nephew with a deep, guttural sigh.

the two of you share a sly smirk, tuning in to whatever shit wayne had put on without saying another word. stifling your laughter with a piece of pizza as eddie tries and fails to discretely pull a pillow onto his lap.

it’s hours later when you both crawl into bed and eddie has checked five times that wayne’s actually asleep before he gets to kiss you again.

bundled up under the covers when you pull him on top of you, your face gloriously basked in the bright moonlight shining in. it’s breathtaking.

‘you want to?’ you ask again, as if his answer had changed in those few hours.

he nods, his curls brushing fall down and brush against your cheek, ‘have you.. before?’ you ask cautiously. he’s not offended, even if he should be.

he has had sex before. only twice. when ellen had first joined hellfire, they had sorta had a year long fling which had ended after they had sex and ellen realised that maybe she didn’t actually like men. that was a super boost to his confidence. and then at senior prom when tina took great pity on him and somehow they ended up having sex in the back of his van.

he nods anyway, granted he’s not the most experienced but he’ll sure as hell try.

‘good,’ you smile, warm thighs wrapping around his torso as you reconnect your lips. it’s soft, gentle even. world’s apart from his previous encounters. this felt real, like you weren’t just kissing because you had to but because you wanted to.

it’s too cold in the trailer to care about removing your clothes, though he’s sure that’ll change in a minute. focussing on getting his tongue inside of your mouth, rutting against your pajama shorts. the friction causing his already semi-hard dick to rise, unable to contain the moan from escaping.

a smirk flashes across his face as his hand drags your shorts down your legs, savouring every moment of being able to touch your bare, supple skin. his hand makes its way back up your legs, repositioning the one he could grasp back around his lower back.

he has trouble getting his boxers down, too excited to focus on being smooth about it. appreciating the feel of your hand tugging the fabric down. you’re barely kissing at this point, your lips connecting with the corner of his mouth, all messy as the anticipation takes over.

‘you sure?’ he asks, gazing down at you with hooded eyes. he could just about remember what to do. sending a quick prayer upstairs to not let him be utterly useless.

‘i’m sure,’ you breathe, the feel of your fingers tangled into the hair that covered the back of his neck.

‘okay..’ he nods, mostly to himself as he wraps a head around his cock, positioning himself at your entrance. taking a brief moment to just capture this moment in preparation of it never happening again.

the pleasure overcomes his body as he slides in, already almost losing himself as he fills you up. a soft moan escapes your lips, gripping onto his neck. he is acutely aware that his uncle is asleep on the other side of the old trailer so he muffles his face into your neck, lips connecting with your jaw bone, kissing any and every bit of skin exposed to him.

sex had never felt like this before. at best, it had felt slightly better than when he jerked off, but this was something else. eddie knows it’s cliche and is definitely only because you feel so fucking good around him, but it’s as if you were made for each other.

hands pressed into the pillow so hard that he wouldn’t be surprised if there were a permanent dent either side of your head. using everything within himself not to start hollering, eyes fluttering shut against your neck. he moves in and out at an agonisingly slow pace. the small room filling with the sounds of your soaking wet cunt. its undeniable to anyone with ears and he just hopes to god that wayne is still asleep.

his own low groans vibrating against your cheek, mouth hanging open as his thrusts grow faster. you’re panting softly directly into his ear, spurring him on. despite the feel of your perfect cunt around him, the best feeling is knowing that he’s making you feel good.

‘h-holy shit,’ he mumbles nonsensically into the crook of your neck, not allowing himself to come for air because he know that the second he looks at your face, he’ll cum.

your one hand is splayed out on his upper back, the other holding onto his sweaty neck beneath his mop of hair. whining his name into his ear, driving him into a frenzy with the sound of your breathy voice, desire rippling through your moans. he should tell you to be quiet but that’d be cruel and he’d rather take the shame of wayne knowing than not hearing you.

your legs shift higher the position allowing him to reach the golden spot, nudging the soft, spongy spot over and over. eddie figures you’re far more experienced than he is. with no offence meant to you but you obviously know what works. this is new territory for him, a closeness that he’d never known possible.

you’re engulfing him completely, every single one of his senses encompassed by you. you’re all he can see even with his eyes screwed shut, all he can hear, taste and smell. god knows you’re all he can feel, calves squeezing around his back and your perfect pussy tightening around him.

he groans, feeling his stomach begin to twist in that all too familiar feeling. orgasms had never felt so good, it’s like everything was dialled up to level ten. ‘i’m gonna.. shit- i’m gonna come,’ he babbles far too loudly.

every noise tumbling out of your mouth was pulling him closer, no record could ever come close to the sweet mewls that were slipping between your lips. his arms begin to tremble under his own weight. feeling your legs quivering around his waist as your orgasm begins to overtake your body, sinful noises echoing around the otherwise quiet trailer.

‘ohh fuck,’ he growls, feeling your walls clenching around him, it was like he’d been pushed over the edge. the only way he can begin to describe it was otherworldly, flashes of white light illuminate his eyelids.

images of your face accompany your honeyed whimpers and he has to pull out before he explodes. spurts of his release cover his hand and admittedly the back of your thigh. if he had any semblance of control, he’d have been embarrassed but he’s not exactly sure that he’s still on planet earth.

he dares to open his eyes, watching as your chest heaves below him clinging onto his forearm with desperate fingertips. you’re looking up at him as if he’s the only person you’d ever seen. mouth slack as you regain your breath.

‘jesus christ,’ he whispers, hand resting on your angled knee as he floats back down to your planet.

eddie clambers off of the bed with a grunt, wiping a hand over his sweaty face. reaching down to grab his previously discarded towel. it wasn’t the epitome of romance but he darent to leave his room, petrified that wayne had just heard that entire encounter.

he’s a gentleman, of course, running the towel over your thigh to clean his mess. offering you a tiny shrug as if to say sorry. rather suddenly he feels rather conscious of himself, refusing to look at you as his cheeks flame.

it’s ridiculous. he’d just been buried between your legs and yet now couldn’t even look you in the fucking eyes.

before he gets up again, your hand reaches out, curling around his t-shirt. ‘stop,’ using his shirt as leverage for you to sit up.

in one quick movement, you’re placing a tiny onto his lips. a reassurance he really shouldn’t have needed but he appreciates nonetheless.

‘don’t do that,’ you hush, millimetres from his face, the shadow of his broken blinds shine upon your cheek. it hurts him to know that someone would dare look at you and want to hurt you.

if it were possible, he’d take all of your pain and carry it with him instead.

‘okay..’ he nods, resisting the urge to apologise once again.

you giggle and it sounds like the heavens have opened, pulling his body on top of yours as his bed makes an almighty squeak. if wayne wasn’t already awake, he certainly would be now.

eddie doesn’t know where the fuck you are.

you hadn’t come back to the trailer after work last night and now you’re nowhere to be found. you were supposed to start half an hour ago but hadn’t turned up and now his heart is pounding, mind racing at the horrific possibilities of what could’ve happened.

at first, he’d thought maybe he said something wrong? he’d just thrown out the suggestion of going to get the rest of your things and moving them in here while you got back on your feet. he hadn’t meant to push you out, god no, that was the last thing he wanted.

maybe stupidly he had presumed you wanted your own space. whatever the hell was going on between you two was so fresh, he didn’t want to even chance fucking it up.

the guilt wracks his brain, tempted to drop everything to drive around this tiny town looking for you. he’s so stupid. should’ve just kept his mouth shut and enjoyed it while you were there.

he’s just about to tell james that he’s leaving when the door to the bar opens and a rough looking man comes through with you held tightly underneath his arm. your eyes avoiding his direction, staring at the floor as the mystery man ushers you towards the back, making himself comfortable at the bar.

eddie’s heart shatters into a million pieces, watching open mouthed as you disappear into the back.

judging by the look on james’ face, he recognises him, reluctantly pouring his beer as they engage in useless small talk.

‘thought i’d better sit in for her shift.. wouldn’t want her running off again,’ the man announces, beady eyes glaring right into his soul.

eddie knows who he is. he’d never seen him before but he could tell. they all had that sinister aura about them, like they could flip at any given moment. his dad was the same, walking on egg shells around him just in case he said the wrong thing or looked at him the wrong way.

you emerge from the staff room, still vehemently avoiding eye contact, a shell of the you he saw just yesterday. ‘hey.. you okay?’ eddie asks, but it falls flat as you walk off without so much as a look back towards him.

he can’t believe it, how you could be so different so quickly. as if the past few weeks you’d spent together had meant nothing. he can’t blame you. not really. it’s a cycle and he knows better than anyone that it takes a thousand attempts to actually break out of it.

his shoulders slump as he rushes out the back, refusing to look at that assholes face any longer. willing himself to get a grip and not jump over that bar to strangle the piece of shit right now.

a hand clamps down on his shoulder and for a brief moment he thinks he might be you until james clears his throat, shuffling on his feet behind him, ‘you can’t save her man,’ squeezing his shoulder firmly, ‘you think we haven’t tried?’

eddie sniffs, shrugging him off. he didn’t appreciate the patronising tone in which james was speaking to him.

because god knows, if he couldn’t save his mom, there’s no fucking chance he’s not saving you.

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Quite Miss Home

Had an idea. Wrote 2.3k words in a couple of hours. Pure fluff based on the James Arthur song. ❤️

“Helloooooo, Chicago!” Eddie yells into the mic, reveling in the roar he gets back from the audience.

It’s been ten years since it all; since the end of the world as he knew it and the beginning of something so much better. Corroded Coffin had taken off quickly, after the “earthquakes;” something about rising from the ashes like a phoenix, if Eddie had to guess, but he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, just enjoy what he’s given, and damn is he enjoying it.

“How are you?” He asks, grinning when the audience cheers again. “Alright, alright. Man, I’ll tell you, it’s fuckin’ awesome being here. But can I tell you a secret?” The audience roars again, and he grins as he takes his guitar off, hoisting it up. “Who’s this?”

“Sweetheart!” The crowd yells back.

“That’s right!” He quietly thanks the stagehand who darts up to grab it from him. “But it’s not my only sweetheart. In fact, my real sweetheart is at home. And this tour is so awesome, but I’m kinda starting to miss my sweetheart.”

“Aww,” the crowd says, and he grins softly at them.

“I know,” he says. “This next song is for my sweetheart. They’re at home because they get migraines, and tours aren’t very conducive to not getting migraines, so we both decided it would be better if they stayed home. So this next song isn’t Corroded Coffin’s normal sound. In fact-” he gestures at the stage behind him- “if you’ll notice, the rest of the boys aren’t up here anymore. This is an Eddie Munson original, and I want to thank them, from the bottom of my heart, for letting me be the dramatic sap I am, and letting me sing this song, on national television, for my sweetheart.” The stagehand comes up again, this time with an acoustic, and again Eddie thanks him. “So, sweetheart,” he says, facing the cameras, “this one’s for you.”

“I'm in the kitchen while you smoke outside. You're careful not to let the smoke inside. I always tell you it's poison, but I know it helps you take the edge off the day.”

Eddie knows exactly where Steve’s gonna be when he gets home from where he works part-time as a bartender. In through the front door, dropping his keys on the kitchen counter, straight through to the porch where Steve’s smoking.

“Y’know those things are poison,” he jokes, stealing it straight from Steve’s mouth and taking a drag before giving it back to him.

“I never want kids,” Steve says in answer. He’s a kindergarten teacher, so he comes home in one of two moods: he has the worst baby fever, or he never wants to see another child again.

“Yeah? What happened today?” Eddie asks, settling in close. He’s hungry, and was vaguely considering a stir fry, but instead he tucks in close as Steve takes another drag, preparing himself.

“Okay, so get this.”

“We get a drink before it's closing time, the one on High Street with the blinking sign. All these memories feel poignant. I won't be there to see the snow melt away.”

“Hey,” Eddie says, seeing someone settle at the bar in his periphery. “What can I get you?”

Then he actually turns to face the person, and-

Oh.

“Whiskey on the rocks,” Steve grins, leaning over the counter. “And maybe… something else? A little later?”

A thrill of heat rushes through Eddie, but he rolls his eyes with a grin and pushes Steve back by a palm to his forehead. “Keep it in your pants,” he admonishes, “I’m on the clock for the next four hours. Someone didn’t tell me they were gonna drop in, and I took my break twenty minutes ago.”

Steve hums. “Y’know, a dull knife could be very dangerous,” he says. “I certainly hope the one you’re using to cut limes is sharp.”

Oh.

Eddie grins, always on board, and leans over the counter. “Steve Harrington,” he purrs, delighting in the flush racing up his cheeks and down his neck. “What exactly are you insinuating?”

Steve sits there for a beat, drains his whiskey, and hops off the stool with a dangerous smirk. “Careful on your way out. It started snowing.”

“Oh, yeah, I been gone on business. I gotta make some money. I really feel the distance.”

“I’m gonna miss you,” Steve murmurs, clinging to Eddie like a koala. They’re still in bed, and Eddie doesn’t have to leave for another five hours. He’s gonna spend all the time he can in bed with Steve.

“I know, baby,” Eddie whispers back. “Tours are so long.”

“A month,” Steve agrees. “And then another three, after Indy.”

“But just think,” Eddie murmurs. “You’re still working, right? And those kids love you, and no matter what you say, I know you love them. And this tour is gonna be really good for us. We could get Wayne into a house, and help Hop with his payments-”

“He won’t accept the help.”

“No, but Joyce will,” Eddie grins. Steve laughs softly into his chest, then sighs and kisses a tattoo.

“I just wish I could be with you. I wish my head worked right.”

“Baby,” Eddie says firmly, “I love you. Regardless of if you can or can’t come with me. If you’re gonna be miserable the entire time—and we both know you would be, don’t even try to deny it—I’d be miserable, too.”

“I know,” Steve sighs.

“But hey. We’ve got time right now. And I’m not letting you move from this very spot until I’m gonna be late.”

Steve chuckles. “I’ll drag you out myself, Eds, much as I don’t want it I know you need to go.”

“I know,” Eddie says softly, turning so they’re both on their sides, facing each other. “But I don’t have to go right now. And I’m gonna spend as much time as I can right now with you.”

“I know.”

“No, baby,” Eddie says, eyes wide, “you don’t get it. I won’t even let you pee alone today.”

“So just like normal, then,” Steve grins.

Eddie squawks.

“And I quite miss home. And I miss you telling me to leave my shoes at the door 'cause you just swept the floor, and the dirt drives you crazy. Yeah, I quite miss home, 'cause it feels like poetry. When the rain falls down on the window while you're in my arms, and we're watching the TV. Yeah, I quite miss home. Yeah, I quite miss home.”

“Hey, Eds,” Steve calls as soon as Eddie steps foot inside. “Shoes off at the door, I just swept and I swear to God, if you track dirt into the house-”

Eddie chuckles, toeing his shoes off before walking further into the house. “I know, baby, it wreaks havoc on your bare feet to feel it. I get a free pass from that ‘cause I wear socks like a normal person.”

“Literally when have you ever been normal,” Steve says, “that’s not normal, you and your fuckin’ ice cube toes in the middle of the goddamn night on my calves-”

Eddie snickers. “‘S not my fault you’re a furnace, babe.”

“I will maintain that it is your fault until we can prove otherwise, actually.”

Eddie is in love with this man. “What the fuck does that mean?” He asks, laughing, wandering down the hallway and into their room, where Steve’s folding laundry. “Fuck, I love you.”

Steve grins and accepts a kiss. “I love you too.”

“I smell you cooking from the living room, and then I tell you that I love your food. I know it doesn't come easy, but you know it reminds me where I'm from.”

“Baby,” Eddie groans when he walks in. “Are you making the pork?”

“I’m trying,” Steve grumbles, frowning at the pan. “‘S not working. It’s not getting crispy like it should.”

Eddie walks closer, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and nuzzling the side of his head. “Looks amazing,” he murmurs. “And smells even better.”

Steve sighs. “I just wish it was easier for me.”

“You don’t have to do this, baby.”

“But I know you love it.”

“I mean, yeah. But I love anything you cook, Steve. Or anything you call in. It’s the effort, y’know? Even when you don’t have the energy for anything but calling in pizza.”

Steve smiles. “You’re a sap, y’know that?”

Eddie chuckles, kissing Steve’s neck. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been down bad for you for a while, baby.”

“Yeah?” Steve tilts his head to allow Eddie better access. “How long?”

Eddie hums, moving down Steve’s neck, worrying his collarbone. “Probably since the demobat, Big Boy.”

Steve moans as Eddie sucks a mark high on his neck, just beneath his ear. “Yeah?” He asks, high and breathy.

Eddie turns the heat off. “Yeah.” A little bite to Steve’s earlobe as his hand creeps around to the front of Steve’s jeans. “Lemme show you?”

Steve pants. “Dinner-”

“Can wait,” Eddie growls. “I want you tonight, baby.”

“Whoa, I'm in another city. I got nobody with me. And it just really hit me.”

“Hey, baby,” someone croons. Eddie thinks he recognizes her from the last stop on the tour.

“Um… hi?”

She giggles. “So coy. You don’t have to play like that with me, baby.”

Eddie narrows his eyes. “I’m not your baby.”

“Well, no,” she admits. “But you could be. Or I could be yours, if you’re more into being a Daddy.” She runs teasing fingers up Eddie’s arm.

He jerks his arm away. “Look, I’m sure you’re nice and all, but I’m really not looking-”

“Not yet you’re not,” she says.

“I don’t even know what that means- look, lady, I don’t want anything, okay?”

“Oh, come on, now-”

“I said no,” he says, harsher than he maybe should have, for the way she steps backs in shock. “Please leave,” he continues, gentler. “Or I’ll call security. And I don’t want to have to do that.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “You could’ve had a great lay.”

“I have a great lay,” he shoots back. “And I’m not willing to sacrifice it for a meaningless one-night-stand.” He sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “I’m sure you’re a great lady. But I’ve got my other half at home.”

“Your other half?” Steve interrupts over the phone, delight evident in his voice. “Christ, Eds, you’re a sap, I miss you so fuckin’ much.”

“I know, baby, I miss you too, now I was in the middle of a story.”

“That I quite miss home, and I miss you telling me to leave my shoes at the door 'cause you just swept the floor, and the dirt drives you crazy. Yeah, I quite miss home, 'cause it feels like poetry when the rain falls down on the window, while you're in my arms, and we're watching the TV.”

“Baby,” Eddie yells inside, “It’s raining lynxes and wolves!”

Steve laughs from the laundry room. “Why can’t you just say cats and dogs?”

“Because,” he stresses, “it’s not. It’s raining so hard, babe, it’s perfect couch-cuddling weather, can we watch a movie? Please?”

Steve smiles. “Dinner’s in the oven keeping warm. Labyrinth is in the player already.”

Eddie stills, staring at Steve, for a solid thirty seconds. “Fuck, I love you,” he murmurs. Steve grins and steals a kiss.

“Go get the food,” he says. “I’ll be there in just a minute, just gotta finishing moving this stuff from the washer to the dryer.”

He does, and Steve does, and soon the dirty dishes are abandoned on the coffee table and their feet are tucked up on the couch. Steve’s leaning on Eddie and Eddie’s hand is under his shirt, not for anything suggestive, simply just to feel.

He kisses Steve’s head with a content sigh, and Steve tilts his head back to look at him. “What’s up?”

“Y’know this is one of the things I miss the most when I’m touring?”

Steve smiles. “Just sitting watching a movie?”

“Well, anything with you, actually. But yeah. No expectations, just the movie, and the rain, and just. Us.”

Steve smiles and kisses his jaw. “This is one of the things I miss most when you’re on tour, too.”

“Yeah, I quite miss home. Yeah, I quite miss home. And I quite miss home. Yeah, I miss you telling me to leave my shoes at the door 'cause you just swept the floor and the dirt drives you crazy. Oh, I just miss home, no, no, 'cause it feels like poetry, as the rain falls down on the window while you're in my arms and we're watching the TV. Oh, I miss home, yeah, I quite miss home, no. Oh, I quite miss home. Yeah, yeah, I quite miss home.”

The last strum reverberates through the silent auditorium. Then, an anguished groan. “What the fuck, why are you perfect?”

Eddie laughs along with the rest of the crowd. “That’s quite the compliment, but no, my sweetheart will be the first to tell you I’m anything but perfect.”

Three and a half weeks later, Steve slams into him as he’s walking into the house. “Oh,” he says, delighted. “Hi, baby.”

“Fuck you,” Steve says, “fuck you and your song, I swear to God, Eds-” he tugs on Eddie’s shirt, pulling him away from the door, and Eddie chuckles.

“Baby, my shoes, the floors-”

“Fuck your shoes,” Steve growls. “Fuck the floors. If I’m not naked in bed in the next thirty seconds-”

Eddie grins and picks him up. “Say no more,” he murmurs into Steve’s ear, taking purposeful strides toward the bedroom.

As he kicks the door shut, he has one thought: This is my favorite part of coming home.

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ladykailitha · 3 months

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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 6

Hey, all! This story is finally picking up and we meet Eddie for the first time.

This is an extra long chapter because I wanted to have the gala all in one chapter instead of splitting it up.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Steve woke up to his best friend having planned the perfect date with Vickie. Today was already looking up.

“I told you she would say yes,” he told Robin smugly as he poured himself some orange juice.

Robin waved her hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. Mr Smarty Pants over there.”

Steve wiggled his ass at her and then sat down on the sofa next to her.

“So what’s on my schedule for next week?’

Robin pulled up his schedule again and hummed. “Looks like all you have is next Saturday; a charity gala for the arts on the arm of Senator Derek Lombard.”

“He’s always nice,” Steve said. “A little hard of hearing most of the time, but always just wants someone pretty to hang off his every word.”

“So an easy night for you then,” Robin said.

He hummed his agreement. “So what’s all that the event is about? Can I use it to network? Or will it be all politicians with sticks up their asses?”

Robin pulled up the event on her tablet. “Looks like it’s a fundraiser for putting music in poor neighborhoods as a way to combat gang joining and shit like that.”

Steve sighed. “Sounds like my worst nightmare. Classical music sounds like noise to me most of the time. It always puts me to sleep.”

“Then you’ll like this,” she said, scrolling through the list of guests. “The charity is the pet project of Corroded Coffin frontman, Eddie Munson. Apparently he was ‘trailer trash’, his words, and got out of the slums through the power of metal and rock music.”

Steve straightened up. “Shit. Is that that band that Dustin loves?”

Robin tapped something on her tablet and scrolled a bit. “Yep!” she chirped happily. “He is going to be so jealous when he hears you might get to meet him.”

He ran his tongue over his top row of teeth thoughtfully. “Yeah, okay. This sounding more interesting.” He tapped his lips. “If it’s his charity then it will likely have younger alphas there that I can network and get on my client list.”

“Yeah,” Robin agreed. “Especially rockstars. They tend to just hop in bed with any willing omega or beta if an omega can’t be found to service their ruts.”

Steve licked his lips. “Bring over a small stack of business cards to take with me. Also does Senator Lombard have a style of clothes he wants me to wear?”

Robin skipped back to his schedule and pulled up the appointment. “Uh... it looks like he doesn’t have a preference just something ‘elegant’.”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Steve asked with a glimmer in his eye.

“If I am you might need to keep some heart medication on standby,” she said with glee.

“Oh good,” he grinned. “We are thinking of the same thing, then.”

****

Steve didn’t often wear dresses because he hated playing into the stereotype of male omegas being the women of the secondary genders. But this was his favorite outfit bar none.

It was a backless gold dress with a low cut front in a drape that showed off his bare chest. He kept himself as shaven as he was in high school on the swim team. Something that Tommy mocked him mercilessly for. But it made getting in and out of clothes easier, so Tommy could suck it.

The dress went all the way to his ankles and was split up the middle of each leg to show off his toned thighs. He wore jeweled open-toed kitten heels with a Grecian style strap down the middle. He wore a bangle on his left wrist and a charm bracelet on his right. The necklace and earrings matched, a wide gold setting with a single diamond in the center. And then to crown the whole thing off, he had diamonds glued to the strands of his hair so when he moved the light would catch the diamond and shimmer just so.

Senator Lombard was speechless when Steve walked down to the lobby of the hotel he was picked up from. Again for his safety that no one knew where he lived.

In his hand was matching gold clutch and over his shoulders in liquid waves a shimmering gold shawl.

“I am the luckiest man tonight,” Senator Lombard whispered as he took Steve’s open hand to guide him the rest of the way down the stairs.

“You flatter me, Senator,” Steve replied demurely looking up at the alpha through his eyelashes.

“And you honor me with your presence.”

Steve blushed and allowed himself to be led out to the waiting limo.

****

Senator Lombard was the talk and envy of a lot of people at the gala. Women hated the way Steve looked better in his dress then they did in theirs. The men were seething jealousy that Steve wasn’t on their arm.

The senator was a distinguished older gentleman of the old style of politics. Calm and collected in public, a conniving, calculated negotiator behind closed doors.

And he showed that strength here. Everyone was tripping over themselves to introduce themselves to him just for the pleasure of being in Steve’s company.

They had to know how Senator Lombard could afford such beauty and grace, so much so that Steve had run out of business cards before the appetizer was even brought out.

The only ones that stayed on the outskirts of Senator Lombard’s aura of influence was the members of Corroded Coffin.

They were dressed like the rockers they were. Lots of black clothes, jewelry, and eyeliner. Their tattoos and piercing further pushed them outside of the rest of the people at the gala.

People who despite being invited by the band were giving them a wide berth. Which was ridiculous in Steve’s opinion. One thing you must never be: is rude to the host.

Steve broke off from the senator and turned to make his way toward his hosts when there was gentle tap on his shoulder.

He turned around to see the prettiest of the band standing in front of him. He had long dark curls, deep soulful brown eyes, and dimples for days. Steve was smitten.

“You dropped this,” the man said, holding out his hand.

Steve opened his hand and a diamond dropped into it. He tucked his clutch under his arm and touched his hair. Sure enough one of his diamonds was missing.

“Thank you!” Steve cooed. “I don’t want to lose that!”

The man smiled and the dimples became more pronounced and Steve was close to swooning.

“I’m Eddie,” he said. “Eddie Munson. And who might you be, darlin’?”

Steve blushed. “Steve Harrington.”

Eddie’s eyebrows twitched upward. “A Starcourt escort in my house. I’m honored.”

Steve looked around the large foyer. “This is your place? It’s beautiful.”

Eddie smiled deeper. “Thank you. Now where were you off to just now?”

Steve giggled. “On my way to see you, actually. I’m not a fan of people being rude to the hosts. Regardless of who the hosts are.”

“Even if you disagree with their beliefs?” Eddie asked, a glint of mischief in his eye.

“I don’t go to those,” Steve replied with a wink.

Eddie’s eyebrows went up. “I wasn’t aware you had that much control over your clientele.”

“Maybe not to start with,” he said with a shrug. “But as one of my friends pointed out recently, when you’re one of the top ten paid escorts you have a lot more leeway.”

Eddie blinked those long eyelashes and Steve was captivated. “That’s fair. And you deemed my little shindig as worthy? I’m doubly honored then.”

“Well...” Steve murmured tilting his head to the side thoughtfully, “more like my handler, Robin. But she knows what I like.”

“And you like heavy metal?” Eddie asked, amused.

“More like good causes and deserving people.”

A waiter passed by and Eddie grabbed two champagne glasses from the man’s tray. He held one out to Steve.

“Oh,” he murmured. His hands were occupied. He hurried to put the diamond into his clutch and tucked the clutch back under his arm. He then took the drink. “Thank you.”

“That dress suits you,” Eddie said, licking his lips slowly.

Steve ducked his head a blushed. “Thank you. It’s my favorite dress.”

Eddie smirked. “I didn’t know you were allowed to wear the same outfit more than once.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “Not normally, no. But the key is to change up the accessories and chose a different setting. The last time I wore this dress was for dinner with a client. Some quiet upscale restaurant where privacy is key.”

Eddie looked up and down Steve’s body. “You certainly fill it well.”

Steve smiled. “It’s more fun to get out of.”

Eddie nearly choked as he was taking a drink of champagne when Steve said that. Steve rubbed his back soothingly as if he wasn’t the one that caused the distress in the first place.

Steve tapped the back of his neck. “There’s a little clasp right here. Just unhook and dress just slides right off.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and Steve could tell he was imagining it.

“Escorts are great for all sorts of things. Dinner with family you want to impress. Casual conversations and movies nights for the rich and the lonely. Arm candy for charity events like this one. Not all my clients are in it for the sex.” Steve patted Eddie’s arm and then down the rest of his champagne. He put his glass on the tray of a passing waiter and went back to Senator Lombard with a cheerful wave over his shoulder.

****

Jeff came up and clamped a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “That was the most embarrassing display I’ve ever seen. If this was a Looney Tune, your tongue would be dragging on the floor, man.”

Eddie pushed his friend playfully. “Shut it, Jeffey.”

“No, seriously, man,” Jeff said. “I haven’t seen you get that tongue tied with someone you were interested in since we got our first record deal.”

Eddie sighed. “I really should have known better than to come to a gun fight with a knife.”

Jeff laughed. “Yeah, man. Escorts are trained socializers. You didn’t have a chance.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen anymore beautiful then him in my life,” Eddie murmured. “And I’ve dated rock goddesses, super models, and A-list actors and actresses.”

Jeff hummed. “He’s certainly something, that’s for sure.”

“God,” Eddie huffed. “He even gave an in with hiring his services if I wanted and all I could do was stare at him slack jawed and stupid.”

Jeff pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it. “Well according to Starcourt’s website they offer all sorts of services. Gang bangs, threesomes, roleplays, rut servicing. You could throw a dart at a dartboard and each section would be a different service they offer.”

Eddie bit his lip. “Fuck, there is no way they’d let him service my ruts. I’m a blocker buster.”

Jeff winced. “Yeeeaaah. The last time you spent your rut with someone, they went into heat almost immediately. A fun time to be had, sure. But that guy could have gotten pregnant and you would have been on the hook for life.”

Eddie grimaced. “It wasn’t that fun if I’m honest.”

“They would absolutely whisk him away the second he even scented wrong.”

He nodded. “Looks like all I can do is dream and maybe beg to see if they’ll let me take him out to dinner.”

Jeff just shook his head. His friend was hopeless.

****

To say Steve felt smug would be an understatement. Not only did his little interaction with Eddie Munson fluster the alpha, but it spurred on everyone else to stop treating their hosts like they had the plague.

Suddenly there was a sea between him and Eddie and for now that was fine. It had been a long time since an alpha’s scent overwhelmed his senses.

Eddie’s scent was warm like cardamon and cinnamon. Like a hot drink on a cold winter’s day. Steve felt engulfed by it. It took every ounce of will power and training not drop to his knees right then and there. His actual client be damned.

But he managed to remain on his feet and walk away without Eddie knowing how close Steve had come to breaking his composure.

Senator Lombard kept a hand on Steve’s waist after that. Steve was sure he could smell the way Steve’s scent when he came back was strong and wild.

The senator didn’t know who had caused Steve’s scent to react that way, but he wasn’t going to take any chances that Steve might be swept off his feet.

Steve spent a good portion of the rest of the night, rubbing his nose along Senator Lombard’s scent gland to calm him down. Every time Steve would laugh at another alpha’s joke or talk a little too cheerfully to another omega, the senator’s scent would turn sour and bitter. And Steve would have to start the soothing process all over again.

It was starting to get annoying and Steve was seriously thinking of putting the alpha on his black list for it. The fact that Steve came back should have been all the assurance the alpha needed that whoever had got Steve hot under the collar that they weren’t enough to keep his interest. But no. Steve was beginning to suspect that he was just a bitter old man.

Steve was given a moment’s reprieve when the senator was pulled aside by another senator that wanted to talk about co-sponsoring a bill on the Hill.

“God,” the omega woman Steve was talking to said. “I couldn’t imagine doing what you do. The heavy duty scent blockers, the spending your heats alone, the birth control. God the birth control alone must cost a fortune.”

Steve gave an awkward laugh. “Um, no. Omegas at Starcourt are infertile. They have to be, not just for the protection of the omega but for the alpha clients, too. Can’t have an escort blackmailing important alphas that their pup might be theirs.”

The woman pouted. “That’s so sad. Have you thought about adopting?”

Steve’s smile stayed on his face, but inside he died just a little. “I’d have to find an alpha willing to bond me first.” He said it teasingly, but he knew it was hopeless.

“A pretty thing like you?” the woman cooed. “The right alpha willing be baying for the chance to sweep you off your feet. Just give it a couple of years. You’re still in your prime. Enjoy it!”

Steve’s smile slid into something more real. He was grateful that she didn’t pity him and told him he still had time. Because she was right it. He did have time. There was no need to rush off and get bonded. He had the glittering lights, the fancy clothes, and rich food to enjoy while he was still young.

Too soon the senator had returned and pulled him away from the omega. Steve waved at her and smiled. He would later learn that she was Representative Jim Hopper’s second omega, Joyce Byers. Jonathan’s mom.

That made the encounter all the more wholesome.

****

As Steve was pulled away he didn’t notice Eddie behind him frowning.

“Hey, Gareth,” Eddie said. “You got to talk with the senator’s date, right?”

Gareth rolled his eyes. “Yes, I got to talk to your crush.”

Eddie flapped his hands at him. “Shush. But how would you describe his scent?”

Gareth frowned. “I don’t know. Spicy I guess. Like Mexican hot chocolate. Why?”

“You brought an escort to the Grammy’s last year,” Eddie continued, never taking his eyes off Steve. “How would you have described her scent?”

Gareth’s frown deepened between his brows as he fought to remember. “Fruity, I guess. Sweet. Almost too sweet.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Gareth pressed.

Eddie just pressed his lips together.

“You know,” Gareth said into the resulting silence. “I would say his scent complements yours.”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and looked down. He could only agree.

Something didn’t feel right and he was determined to find out what it was about Steve Harrington that got under his skin the way it did.

****

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munsons-melody · 11 months

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wednesday mornings

summary: you bring eddie breakfast without him asking

pairing: eddie x female!reader (newly established relationship)

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this happens in my st dr so i thought it'd be cute to write about it

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"wooo" you screamed as the crowd clapped, a smile growing on eddie's face as they had just finished the last song of their set

"thank you all, we're corroded coffin, goodnight!" eddie screamed into the mic as the rest of the band exited the stage, and you jumped out of your chair and followed the boys into the small green room that was directly behind the stage

"amazing show you guys!" you told them ecstatically, gareth sitting down on one of the faded leather couch, chugging water

"thank you thank you" jeff said, giving a slight bow causing gareth to laugh

you felt a pair of warm, calloused hands slide around your waist, and a kiss land on the side of your neck

"hi baby" eddie said, and you turned around to kiss him

you fixed his sweaty bangs that clung to his forehead, and gave him a smile "you smashed it babe, i am so so proud of you" you told him and he smiled, putting his head down

"coming from you, it means a lot y/n" eddie said, and he brought one of your hands up to his lips, kissing the back of your hand

you caught notice of his watch and remembered you had a curfew of 10:45 pm and you mentally groaned, not wanting to have to leave soon

"hey babe what time is it?" you asked and he checked his watch. "uhhh... 10:30" he said and you leaned your head back in annoyance

"ugh" you groaned and he laughed "c'mon babe i'll drive you home" eddie said with a laugh, letting go of your grasp and walking over to where his keys sat on the counter next to the partially rusted old mirror

"good job tonight boys!" you screamed towards them, eddie ushering you out of the room and into the small hallway toward the back door, leading to where eddie's van was parked

"seriously i'm telling you, one of these days some big record exec is going to come here and see you and you're going to get signed" you told him as he held the door open for you

"i hope so, i'm just glad someone believes in us" eddie said, helping you into the side of the van

eddie walked around to his side of the van, climbing in and starting to drive from the hideout to your house

"i hate that you have to leave so early babe" eddie sighed, lacing his fingers with yours as the radio played softly in the background

"i know" you said, looking down at your hands intertwined "but i need to stay in my dad's good side so i can keep coming to see your shows" you told him, fiddling with the ring on his right hand

“yeah and i need my good luck charm there with me” he said with a wink, as he turned into your neighborhood

“are you going straight home or are you going to stay out with the boys?” you questioned, grabbing your purse and putting the strap over your shoulder

“i think we’re going to hang out and stuff, but i’ll see you in the morning? are you driving yourself?” he asked you and you nodded

“yeah i am, try and sleep a little bit please, don’t party too much babe” you said, kissing his cheek

he moved his face to kiss you, and you kissed back, not wanting to let him go but you knew you needed to

“see you in the morning” he said and you kissed him one last time before hopping out of his van and shutting the door

looking through the rolled down window you blew him a kiss, which he pretended to catch and put to his heart

you smiled one last time before turning around and walking to your front door, and letting yourself inside

you looked back to see eddie watching intently to make sure you got in okay and you waved at him as he waved back, driving off into the distance

you shut the door behind you and said hello to your parents who were finishing up watching a movie

they said a hello back, asked if you had fun and you if course said yes, and you ran up to your room, ready to go to sleep

after a nice soothing shower, you cuddled into your bedsheets, ready to go to sleep

—

your alarmed blared, waking you up from your lovely slumber and you groaned, knowing you had to get up

you hated wednesday mornings since it was the middle of the week and it meant you had to keep waiting till the weekend to sleep in

shoving the blankets off you, you finally got up to get ready for the day

after applying the little bit of makeup you usually wore, fixed your hair in your normal way, and slipped on a t shirt and jeans, you felt ready for the day

you walked to your kitchen, starting to make your breakfast, opting for a bagel and cream cheese

you thought to yourself about eddie and how much fun last night was, and how excited you were to see him again and how he’d stop by your locker to see you first thing

then you realized eddie would probably be late since he was out late the night before. it was a usual habit of his to come in late on wednesday mornings due to him staying up late, sleeping through his alarms, then skipping breakfast to speed to school in order to try and make it to first period

i doubt he’s gonna eat this morning since he’s probably going to use all his time to keep sleeping you thought to yourself

you grabbed another bagel, toasting it, and cracking open and egg over the heated stove, choosing to make him an egg, ham, and cheese on a bagel

thank god he wasn’t a picky eater, more like a human garbage bin who would and can eat anything- except mushrooms which he disliked immensely

you quickly finished his bagel sandwich, wrapping it in tin foil and grabbed your backpack, starting to head out the door

“have a good day sweetie!” you heard your mom yell and you yelled a quick goodbye back before heading into your car

your drive to school was quick, only living a couple miles away, and before you knew it, you pulled into your normal parking spot

you looked around but couldn’t seem to find eddie’s van. you knew it, it was typical of him but you just hoped that he wouldn’t hurt himself by speeding to school.

you got out of your car and walked into the school and to your locker, the usual crowds of students already formed throughout the hallways

opening your locker, you switched your books to the ones you needed when you suddenly felt someone walk up behind you, hearing the familiar voice of your boyfriend ring out

“good morning” he simply said, leaning against the locker next to yours and you turned around in shock

“what are you doing here?” you questioned him and he looked confused

“uh i’m actually trying to pass this semester so i figured going to class is a nice start” he smugly said and you laughed

“no like i meant how come you’re early? normally on wednesday mornings you’re late since you accidentally sleep in from staying out with the boys” you explained and he nodded, rubbing his eye

“yeah luckily wayne got me out of bed and sent me on my way but not before i got any breakfast” he complained, and your eyes lit up

you shoved your books into your locker, freeing your hand and you took the wrapped tin foil and handed it to him

eddie looked at you with a confused smile as he started to open it

“you usually forget to eat on wednesdays because you’re late and i made you breakfast, i know you like bagel sandwiches so i made you one” you explained

eddie stopped unwrapping it, looking at you with wide eyes

“you made this for me?” he questioned and you nodded

“yeah of course, i didn’t want you to be hungry” you said sheepishly

eddie smiled and looked down at the bagel

“thank you” he said in a sincere tone before taking a bite out of the bagel and leaning his head back with a groan

“oh my GOD baby this is amazing!” he yelled, catching the attention of a couple bystanders

he scarfed down the bagel as you talked to him about everything and nothing

the warning bell rang, signaling there was 5 minutes before class started

you shut your locker, holding your books as eddie crumpled the tin foil in his hand. you watched as he tossed it across the hall into the trash can, making it in

“giving jason a run for his money i see” you joked, and eddie smiled

“yeah everyone knows i could beat him but i just can’t handle all that popularity, my schedules pretty booked as is” eddie said making you laugh as he wrapped his arm around you, walking you to your first class

he said goodbye, kissing your cheek before walking down the hallway

he thought to himself how much he loved you. how much he cared for you. and after your act of kindness this morning, it felt like his heart swelled a million times it’s normal size.

he genuinely couldn’t believe that someone as amazing like you truly cared for him, and even though it was as simple as making him breakfast when you realized he wouldn’t have any, it made him care for you even more (even though he didn’t think that was possible)

hell, tears pricked his eyes as he walked into his first period, thinking about you

as he sat in his seat, he wasn’t even phased by the fact that he wasn’t paying attention to whatever his teacher was saying, all he could think about was how lucky he was to have you in his life, and the potential idea of giving you the ring he loved to wear that you always seemed to fiddle with

and all he did the rest of class was figure out the best way to ask you to wear his ring

fin.

#stranger things #eddie munson #munsons-melody #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n

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corroded-hellfire · 2 years

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Eddie’s Girl - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie wasn’t aware that you used to date Steve Harrington. When he finds out after a Corroded Coffin show, he lets his insecurities get the better of him.

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of previous reader x Steve, stancy and Robin x Vickie are couples, language, angst, comfort, I think that’s it?

Words: 4.5k

The relationship you have with Eddie has always been an open and honest one. Both of you were upfront with one another about both having past relationships and that neither of you was a virgin. There was no judgment, embarrassment, just open and total honesty. Details weren’t always shared, but that’s okay. You share bits and pieces of your lives with each other on a daily basis, learning more about one another all the time. It’s something you both love about your relationship. But there was one detail that Eddie wished you would’ve shared with him.

It started one night at The Hideout, you at your usual table while Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin did their soundcheck. Eddie insisted you didn’t have to ride with him so you’d be stuck there from sound check until the bar closes, but you liked tagging along for their gigs, “boring” bits included. Tonight, Robin and Nancy were coming to the show as well, more to keep you company and have a girl’s night than the fact that they liked the band’s music, but it put asses in the seats which was good for business. Originally, Vickie, Robin’s girlfriend, was going to tag along as well, but she said Robin deserved a night just with her friends.

You didn’t expect your friends to show up until showtime, so you sat at the high-top table, swinging your legs back and forth while you read from a tattered paperback book that you had shoved into your purse. The familiar sounds of Corroded Coffin’s setlist played in the background as they tuned their instruments, your mind able to tune out the buzz as you read. You knew the songs almost as well as the band did and began to hum along with them under your breath.

A new song began, and your head instantly perked up. This one was your favorite and Eddie caught your eye from the stage, sending you a wink. You grinned back, your cheeks turning slightly pink, as they did every time you heard this song. This was your song. Eddie had written it both for you and about you. He never thought to share it with the band, especially after he played it for you for the first time and there were tears in your eyes. He thought maybe it was too soon for him to write such a tender and loving song about you, making you uncomfortable. But the way you launched yourself at him, practically knocking his guitar out of his lap – which he would only allow you to do without going completely ballistic – to hug him and bury your head in his neck, murmuring over and over again how much it meant to you, he saw the tears for the emotions they truly represented. You’d told him time and time again that the song was your favorite – obviously – and he asked if you would like to hear him play it at their shows.

“I would love that. It’d be like a private moment between you and me in the middle of the crowded room,” you’d said. He grinned, not only at your response, but at the fact that you were optimistic enough to think the room would be full at their shows.

The band learned the song and it has been played in their set ever since. Eddie always looked at you while they played it, even if it was only during soundcheck. Gareth liked to comment that the two of you literally had heart eyes for each other during the song. It was more romantic than Jeff’s comment anyway, that you two were always “eye fucking” during the song. Either way, you didn’t care. It was just like you originally said to Eddie, it was like it was only the two of you in the room for those few minutes.

Your song concluded their soundcheck, so Eddie set his sweetheart down carefully on the guitar rack. He hopped off the stage and made his way to you, his curls bouncing from side to side as he sidled up to you.

“How’d we sound?” he asked.

“Amazing, as always,” you replied.

He slung an arm over your shoulders and placed a kiss to your temple.

“When are the girls getting here?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I told them what time you guys go on, so probably around then.”

“You have time to come backstage then?” he murmured against your hair.

“Do I look like a groupie?” you asked, pulling back from him and raising your eyebrows.

“Only groupie I ever want.” He grinned and it was infectious. Your tummy flipped as you smiled at him in response. You shoved the novel back in your purse and hopped off the chair as he linked his hands with yours.

Backstage at The Hideout was cramped as it was. There was barely room for the musical equipment needed to put on a show let alone any persons other than those in the band. Eddie took advantage of the tight space to hold your body as close to his as he could. It was hot back there, sweat already causing Eddie’s bangs to stick to his forehead. You reached up to wipe them out of his eyes, earning you a kiss on your fingers in return.

There was one ripped gray couch shoved in a corner, stuffing and springs poking through areas where the material had run thin. Gareth flopped down on it, leaving a bit more room for the rest of the band and their biggest fan.

“Your friends are coming tonight, right?” Gareth asked you.

“Sure are.”

“Nancy coming?” Jeff asked. His hopeful grin made both you and Eddie roll your eyes.

“Yes, she’s coming,” you told him. “And yes, she still has a boyfriend.”

“What about Robin?” Gareth asked. “She single? She’s coming too, right?”

You chuckled to yourself and rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder. “No, she doesn’t have a boyfriend. But go ahead, ask her on a date, see how well that works out for you.”

Robin had recently trusted Eddie enough to let him in on her secret as well, but the rest of Corroded Coffin couldn’t be trusted with the secret of you and Eddie getting caught making out in the bathroom at school, let alone something serious.

The sound of someone tripping over a chair close to the stage echoed into the backstage area. Speak of the devil. You smiled to yourself and knew you’d hear her voice any minute.

“Hey, groupie!” Robin called. She knew where you would be. “Usually, you fool around with band members after the show.”

You laughed and went to pull away from Eddie, but he tugged you back against his chest.

“One minute!” He called out to the main bar area. “She’s putting her panties back on!”

“Eddie!” You scolded him with a slap on the chest as the rest of the band laughed.

“Oh, calm down, no one is here yet,” he said. He pressed a few kisses below your ear before whispering, “Plus, we both know you wouldn’t be putting them back on; they’d be going in my back pocket.”

Your face blooms red and you pulled back to give him a playful glare. He knew you didn’t have a comeback because what he said was true.

“The bartenders and waitresses are here,” you said, responding to his earlier point.

“And they all know how I joke by now,” he said with a smirk. He wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled your body flush against his. “I’ll see you after the show?”

“If I’m still here,” you joked with a noncommittal shrug. He gave no response, just a wink and a kiss on your forehead before you walked out from backstage.

“You guys are disgusting,” Robin said when she saw you.

“Disgustingly cute,” Nancy corrected.

Robin tilted her head from side to side, considering Nancy’s statement. “Both,” she decided with a nod of finality.

“We weren’t doing anything,” you said. You knocked your hip against Robin’s as you passed her to head back to your normal table. Your friends followed and took a chair on either side of you.

“There’s barely room to breathe back there, let alone anything else,” you explained.

“Otherwise, you would?” Robin asked with a smirk.

“So, how are you?” you asked Nancy, purposefully turning away from Robin.

“Exhausted,” Nancy admitted to you. “Writing a valedictorian speech has become much harder than I thought it would be. It’s so nice to have a girl’s night.”

“Especially with Steve distracting you all the time,” Robin added, forcing her way back into the conversation.

“He doesn’t do that,” Nancy said. You might’ve believed her if she looked either of you in the eye or her cheeks didn’t go pink.

“You do realize he tells me everything, right?” Robin asked.

“I did not need to know that,” Nancy said.

“Everything?” you asked Robin. She took it as a personal victory when you turned back to face her, elbows rested on the table.

“Oh, yes,” Robin said. “As much as I tell him he doesn’t need to share every little detail, he just loves to do so. Why do you think I refuse to sit on the loveseat when we’re all hanging out at his house?”

Nancy’s brows pinched together in confusion. “We’ve never done it…” She trailed off as she saw you sinking down in your seat, the tips of your ears turning red. Nancy couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up out of her. Patrons were starting to stream in the bar, walking past your table to get drinks or meet up with friends. “You didn’t!”

“What?” you asked, not able to meet your friends’ eyes. “It’s a perfectly comfortable spot to…do stuff.”

Nancy looked around before lowering her voice. “Why not the couch? The loveseat is just so…small.”

“Not if you’re stacked on top of each other,” Robin said.

“Robin!” you all but shouted.

“I told you,” she said with a defensive shrug, holding her hands up in front of her. “Everything.”

You groaned and held your head in your hands. Nancy laughed beside you and you breathed a silent sigh of relief that she wasn’t upset. She had never given you any reason to think she would be. She had been the very first one to know when Steve had asked you out on a date. You had desperately wanted to say yes, but you knew you couldn’t until you had talked to Nancy. You couldn’t date her ex-boyfriend without her permission. It felt wrong. Even when Nancy had given it, she had to convince you that she was totally fine with it. She was with Jonathan then, so she genuinely just wanted you to do what made you happy.

And so, you did. Your and Steve’s relationship burned hot and fast. It only lasted a few months before the pair of you agreed that while you both found each other attractive and had a lot of fun together, there was no real romantic spark. You had been good friends before and you were both confident you could get back to that. You did easily, it causing you no hard feelings whatsoever when Steve and Nancy got back together. You thought it was right, honestly. They just worked together.

The lights above the stage came to life, bringing your attention forward. The crowd barely quieted as Corroded Coffin made their way onstage, most there to drink, not necessarily to hear a band. Your table was one of the few that cheered as the band members picked up their instruments. Eddie’s eyes found yours instantly, partly why you sat at the same table every time, and he mouthed the words, “I love you” as he did before every show started.

Nancy “awed” at your side as you mouthed it back to him. Because of the lights, you weren’t sure if he could see you or not, but it didn’t really matter. He knew.

As the band was halfway through their set, a waitress came over and placed a drink down in front of you and each of your friends.

“We didn’t order anything,” Robin told her.

The waitress shrugged and motioned with her head over her shoulder back towards the bar. “Joe at the bar sent them over. He recognized you.” She nodded at you and wiped her hands on her apron. “Eddie’s girl.”

You smiled to yourself as she walked away. You’d been Eddie’s girl for a while, but hearing it still made you giddy.

“To Eddie’s girl!” Robin said as she raised her glass in the air. She didn’t wait for you or Nancy to clink glasses with her before she took a huge swig. “Oh, yuck. Things usually taste better when they’re free, but this does not.”

Both you and Nancy took a sniff of your glasses, trying to determine what you had been given. The dark liquid was carbonated and had the distinct sweet and potent stench of alcohol.

“Jack and coke,” Robin confirmed for you between coughs.

“To Eddie’s girl,” Nancy echoed before knocking back a large sip. She shuddered and laughed at herself.

“To me?” you toasted shyly before being the last one to take a sip. You felt as if your eyes rolled back in your head as the steady burn inched its way from your tongue, down your throat, and settled bubbly in your stomach.

As you recovered from another sip – as you three subtly wanted to finish your drinks quickly before another employee questioned if you were over 21 or not – the first notes of your song came over the speakers. You perked up in your seat and tapped each of your friends on their arms.

“This is my song,” you told them proudly. “Eddie wrote this for me!”

“That is so sweet!” Nancy said. Robin leaned her elbows on the table, leaning forward in her seat as if to really concentrate on this song.

As usual, only Eddie existed in the room as the song played. The bar behind you could burst into flames, bottles of alcohol bursting like fireworks, and you wouldn’t bat an eye. The whiskey in your system made you more emotional than usual, as you could feel tears sitting at the back of your throat. You sniffed and wiped your eyes as the song ended.

“Damn alcohol,” you muttered to your friends.

Nancy patted your back as Robin rose from her seat and gave the song a standing ovation. You laughed at how you weren’t the only one being affected by the drink.

“Thank you!” Gareth shouted from the stage, pointing to Robin in the crowd. Robin cupped her hands around her mouth and let out a loud “Woo!” before sitting back down.

After the show, you took your time getting up out of your seats. You told your friends that the band would rest for a few minutes before loading up the gear behind the bar. The three of you laughed together as you made your way outside and around the small building. The night air was cool for this late in the spring. There were no clouds in the sky and the stars above shone down brightly in the midnight black as you tugged your friends in the direction of Eddie’s van.

The back door of The Hideout burst open to the sound of deep laughter, the guys pushing into one another as they stepped outside.

“No, you totally messed up the chords!” Gareth shouted at Jeff good naturedly before realizing they were in the presence of you girls. “Oh. Hello, ladies.”

Eddie pushed past him, pulling you into a hug. “Hi,” he said quietly. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips.

“Hi,” you replied.

“Nancy, Robin,” Eddie said, smiling at each of them in turn.

“You were so good!” Robin cried out.

Eddie chuckled and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Joe send you guys some drinks?”

You giggled as you nodded up at him. “How could you tell?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows and you turned to see Robin swaying slightly on her feet. Nancy led her to the side of Eddie’s van to give her some support.

“You gonna stand there all night?” Jeff called to Eddie. You looked back to see the rest of the band loading up instruments and amps into the back of Eddie’s van and Gareth’s truck.

“Maybe,” Eddie said. He dropped his arms from around you and walked over to pick up his guitar case. You went over to stand near Nancy and Robin as the guys finished up.

“Did you guys drive here?” you asked.

“I drove us. Don’t worry, I’m fine to drive home,” Nancy said. You nodded at her. She had finished her drink the earliest in the evening and she had a higher tolerance than both you and Robin anyway. She was stone cold sober at this point. Robin, not as much.

“My mom is gonna be mad,” Robin said with a laugh. “If she’s still awake when I get home.”

“Maybe I should make sure you get to your room okay. And quietly,” Nancy said.

“That’s probably a good idea,” you agreed.

“Jesus, she only had one drink?” Eddie asked as he came up behind you.

“Lightweight,” Robin told him with an overdramatic shrug of her shoulders.

“We’re headed out!” Jeff called from over near Gareth’s truck. You and Eddie both turned around to wave to the guys. Robin watched the black truck go past with what could only be drunken concentration.

“You guys good?” Eddie asked. He looked back and forth between Nancy and Robin. He’d drive them home no problem if needed.

“Totally fine,” Nancy assured him. “You guys were great tonight.”

“Thanks.” Eddie smiled, compliments of his band being a weakness of his.

“So good!” Robin echoed. Though her compliments held less weight because of her current state, Eddie appreciated it nonetheless.

“We should get going,” Nancy said. She wrapped her arm around Robin’s, ready to pull her the way to the car. “Curfew on a school night and all.”

“Yeah, thanks for coming out,” Eddie said.

“It was so much fun!” you said.

Nancy stepped away from Robin for a moment to pull you into a hug. You hugged her back tightly, realizing how much the girl’s night meant to you. You gave Robin a hug as well, but not as tight for fear that she might get sick on you.

Eddie stepped up and rested his arm over your shoulders as you waved to your friends.

“Bye guys,” you said.

Robin smirked at Eddie’s arm over your shoulders. “Yeah, let’s get out of here. The van’s gonna start rocking.”

“Robin!” Nancy scolded as Eddie barked out a laugh. You groaned and dropped your head back against Eddie’s shoulder.

“Go home, Robin,” you tell her.

“Yeah, yeah, go have your fun with Steve. I mean Eddie.” Robin started to laugh to herself, finding the mix-up amusing. “Sorry, got used to saying that and old habits die hard.”

Eddie’s muscles tightened. You felt it behind you and Nancy must’ve clocked it as well.

“Okay, let’s go, Robin. Bye guys,” Nancy said as she rushed Robin around the corner of the building.

You turned around to face Eddie, his forehead scrunched up in thought.

“Used to saying that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. You licked over your lips and tugged on the hem of your shirt. “From when he and I went out.”

Eddie’s eyes got the widest you had ever seen them. “When you what?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. “I never told you that?”

“No, you certainly fucking didn’t,” he yelled. You stepped back, your own eyes growing wide at his volume.

“What’s the big deal? I don’t know the names of your exes,” you said.

Eddie rubbed his hands over his face and let out a humorless laugh. He paced over to the van door and opened it. Instead of getting in, he turned to face you.

“Yeah, their names. Because you don’t know them. I know Steve. You’re friends with Steve.”

“I don’t understand why you’re getting so mad.” You frowned and took a few steps toward him. He huffed and rolled his eyes before climbing in the van. He slammed the door and the engine revved. You knew he wouldn’t leave you there, but you still made quick work of walking around the other side of the van and climbing in the passenger’s seat.

The tires squealed against the gravel as Eddie jerked the car back and pulled onto the main road on the side of the bar. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Streetlights flashed by in the night as Eddie sped down the road. You didn’t know what to say. You sat quietly with your hands in your lap, anxiously picking at a loose thread on your jeans.

Your shoulders sagged in partial relief as he took the road that led to his trailer instead of the one that led to your house. You were supposed to stay the night with him and at least he still wanted you to. The silence stretched on, and it made the minutes’ drive to Eddie’s home feel like an hour’s long journey. The brakes screeched as Eddie put the van in park. He yanked his key out of the ignition and hopped out. He didn’t even grab his guitar case out of the back before storming up the trailer steps.

Timidly, you walked up the steps behind him and ducked under his arm as he held the door open for you. Still a gentleman. A few steps into the living room you stopped, biting on your lip as you watched to see what Eddie would do.

He tossed his keys on the counter with a loud clang. He turned until his back was facing you and he placed his hands on his hips. You opened your mouth to speak when a huff left his lips. Silence passed for a few minutes before you attempted to speak again.

“Are we going to talk about this?” you asked. Your voice came out quieter than you intended.

Eddie turned to face you and held his arms out at his sides. “Let’s talk.”

“Why are you so angry?”

He let out a dry chuckle and hung his head down for a moment before looking at you again. “You dated Steve.” Not a question. An accusatory statement that you didn’t know how to respond to. “For how long?”

“A few months,” you said. “A couple of years ago.” You hated feeling like you did something wrong. Maybe you didn’t tell Eddie that you had dated one of your best male friends, but so what? It’s not like you’ve given Eddie any reason to think you still had feelings for Steve.

“And you slept together,” he said. Again, not a question.

“Yes,” you say slowly. “You knew I wasn’t a virgin.”

“Yeah, but not with who,” he barked back. “Wait, did he take it?”

“Excuse me?” Now it was your temper that began to flare. “Did he take what? My virginity? Why? What does that matter?” You crossed your arms over your chest defensively.

“Because it’s Steve!” Eddie yelled.

You took a deep breath to tried and control your anger before you responded. It didn’t work as well as you’d hoped.

“Yeah, Steve! Am I supposed to be sorry that I dated and slept with someone you know? Are you mad that I’m still friends with him? What the fuck, Eddie? Okay, I get being kind of irked that you didn’t know but don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?”

“You don’t fucking get it,” Eddie mumbled. He shook his head and turned down the hallway. He stalked his way to his room, but you stayed right on his heels.

“You’re right, I don’t!”

You watched as Eddie yanked his jacket off, tossing it in the direction of his closet. He paced back and forth, your eyes following every step. The echo of Eddie’s footfalls were the only sounds coming from the trailer.

“What don’t I get?” You asked this in a calmer voice. The blood in your veins was still steaming, but you were doing your best to keep your temper under control.

“That it’s Steve,” Eddie said in a low voice.

You sucked your teeth and crossed your arms over your chest. “I do, in fact, get that it was Steve.”

“No.” Eddie stopped pacing and stood right in front of you. His eyes were boring into yours and you couldn’t tell if there was more anger or sadness there. “You were with Steve. King Steve. The star athlete. The golden boy. The ladies man.”

After taking a deep breath, you tried to keep your voice steady as you replied. “Yes. All things he has been called. And?”

“And now you’re with me,” he said. His jaw twitched and his eyes darted away from yours. “The freak.”

You frowned and took a step towards him. Your chests were practically touching as you reached out and took one of his hands in yours. “Eddie, what are you saying?” Your heart couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

He sighed and rubbed his free hand over his face. His eyes met yours again and he took a deep breath before responding. “I’m not like him. I’m not anything like him.”

“Well,” you said. You stepped forward and cupped his jaw in your hand. “That’s good. Because I don’t want him. I want you. I didn’t have a good relationship with him. I do with you. I don’t want you to be like Steve. I want you to be Eddie. Because I love Eddie more than anything in this world.”

His eyes dipped from yours and you felt your heart cracking.

“I love you, too,” he whispered.

“Hey,” you said. “Look at me.” His eyes raised to lock with yours. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I was with Steve before. I didn’t realize it was as big of a deal as it is. But I need you to know that Steve is my friend now and that’s all he will ever be. Okay?” You took his face in both of your hands and looked deep in his eyes. “And I need you to understand just how amazing you are. You are the kindest and most beautiful man I have ever met. You are the person I want to spend all of my time with. I mean, you wrote me a song. Nobody else in the world has done that. You’re the golden standard, baby. Everyone else falls flat. Okay? You hear me?”

Eddie took a deep breath and nodded his head. “Okay.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. “I’m sorry I blew up at you. You didn’t deserve that.”

You leaned up and pressed your lips against his. “Are we okay?”

He nodded and pressed his forehead against yours. “Yeah. We’re good. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” you said.

You pulled away from him to crawl on his bed. You pressed your back up against the headboard and opened your arms to him. He took a few steps towards you before stopping in his tracks. His head whipped towards the front door.

“What?” you asked. “What is it?”

“I left my sweetheart in the van,” he said. You let out a deflated laugh and sink back against his pillows.

“Okay, go and get her,” you said.

A smile curled on Eddie’s lips, and he turned back to face you.

“She can wait. I’ve got my girl right here.” He crawled up next to you and gathered you into his arms.

“Your girl,” you reiterated to him. “Eddie’s girl, as they called me at the bar today.”

Eddie hummed happily as he pulled you into his lap.

“Good. Everyone knows.”

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moonstruckme · 9 months

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True Mettle

summary: Eddie's nervous when shy!reader wants to go to his concert, but he's in for a surprise

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 725 words

Eddie has never been more nervous before a show. He watches you, feet kicking off the back of his van as you work intently on a rubik’s cube, skirt riding up your thighs.

He’d never asked you to one of his shows, not because he didn’t want you there but because he assumed you wouldn’t want to go. You’re a quiet thing, more taken to baking and crafting around the house than going to parties or the kind of wild, dingy bars that will pay Corroded Coffin a piss-poor cover charge to perform. Eddie doesn’t need you to like his band’s music to still be a-ok with you liking him. He let you know that, but still, you’d asked to come.

And Eddie’s not stupid. If a pretty girl wants to go see him play guitar on a stage, who is he to refuse?

“Hey.” His bandmate Chris pokes his head out the side door. “We’re on in five.”

Eddie nods, and that’s all Chris needs to go back inside. You set down your rubik’s cube and hop down from the van, recognizing this as Eddie’s cue to go backstage and yours to go inside.

“You gonna be alright, sweetheart?” he asks, knowing you won’t say no but half hoping you will. The last thing he wants is to be stuck up onstage while you’re getting squished by the crowd below.

“‘Course,” you say brightly. “I’m excited.”

He grins at you, but his worries don’t diminish. “Just be careful not to get yourself in a mosh pit, okay? And if you feel like leaving, do it, I won’t be upset.”

You shake your head like he’s silly, standing on tiptoe to brush a kiss over his lips before heading towards the bar entrance. “I’ve got it, Eds. Break a leg!”

Eddie resolves that if he has to jump off-stage to get to you, he’ll tell his bandmates it was a crowd surf gone wrong.

Eddie can feel the excitement coming off his bandmates at the thickness of the crowd, and he wishes he could join them, but he’s too busy breaking out in hives. He can’t find you in the throng, the bar too dark to pick out a familiar face. He tells himself you’re fine as he plays the first chord, and then it’s too risky to be distracted, all his concentration needed as his fingers dart between strings and frets.

They’re three songs in when he spots you, his relief so intense it nearly sends him to his knees (that would be very rock-n-roll, actually, he should consider that). There’s a moment of panic as he realizes you’re in the thickest part of the crowd, but then he realizes you’re…ecstatic. You’re the brightest, wildest thing in this room. Your hair whips out around you as you throw your head about, your hands raised high. You can’t seem to do anything fancier than jump around to the beat in your excitement, throwing in a little twirl every now and then.

Eddie marvels at the sight of you, all pretty with your little skirt fluttering about your thighs, surrounded by all these metalheads with their ripped black jeans and head-banging. He grins at you, and you beam back, paying no mind to the shoulders and hips that bash into you every time you or someone near you jumps. He rips his fingers down the neck of his guitar as his hands pluck at the strings in a fancy maneuver, and you scream, the sound ripped from your throat and unlike anything he’s ever heard from you before. It’s joyous and fervent and fuck, Eddie can’t believe he had to get up on a stage to hear it.

You don’t lose energy as they go through song after song. If anything, your enthusiasm seems to build, and soon the crowd starts to give you a slight berth. You’d be dangerous in a mosh pit, Eddie thinks with no small amount of pride. You’d give as good as you’d get. He’s seen you apologize to a table after bumping into it, but there’s none of that timidness in you now. And the crowd knows it: you’re a true zealot, their number one fan, a metalhead in shepherd’s clothes.

Eddie thinks you might be more rock-n-roll than him.

It’s a title he’s happy to give up to you.

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strangersatellites · 1 year

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somebody somewhere shared my fic I've got this burning desire to set you on fire recently and the kudos on it jumped so fast!! so I wrote part two as a treat!! thanks to whoever that was lmao

this can be read as a standalone or as a companion ficlet to the original fic linked above!

Steve’s students sit with rapt attention under the dimmed lights and Eddie’s theatrical storytelling. While Eddie sits in Steve’s desk chair, his arms gesticulate wildly with a flair like no other. Steve props against the arm of his chair and drags his hand softly up and down Eddie’s back while he lets himself fall into the memory.

Last October

Corroded Coffin’s show at The Venue at Fourth and West is the biggest they’ve played yet.

Seven thousand people and Steve and Robin, as always, take their rightful place on the front and center barricade.

Eddie’s on stage, adrenaline pumping and energy high as they play through their last song before the encore.

From his vantage point he’s got a perfect view of Steve singing his heart out and dancing with Robin, wearing a smile so bright it puts the spotlights to shame.

If Eddie’s heart wasn’t already pounding at the sight it would be as he holds out the last chord of the final song on their set.

As the noise in the room swells with the crowd’s cheers and applause, the lights dim and Eddie sees the other three guys slip off stage.

Steeling himself with a deep breath, Eddie meets the stagehand to his left and switches his Warlock for an acoustic.

Where he stood centerstage previously, there now sits a stool and a mic stand. He makes himself comfortable, sat far back with one foot anchored to the ground and the other braced on the stool’s cross-rod.

A single spotlight beams down directly on him as he leans over to speak into his mic.

“Alright, alright. I’ve got one last song for you today and it’s pretty special. Now I’m saying this once and I don’t want to hear shit about it again, got it? I do not care if you do not like this song because it's not for any of you motherfuckers!”

Laughter ripples through the crowd and a few people in the audience yell back.

Eddie scans his eyes across the crowd and they land on his boy once more. He can only imagine his smile mirrors the one he sees on Steve’s face.

“Hey baby,” he starts and lets out a breathy laugh when Steve rolls his eyes and hides his face in his hands. “Don’t hide sunshine, I’ve got a song for you.” He snaps and waves at the security guards and waves them Steve’s way. “Come on up Stevie, you know the drill.”

Know the drill he does. While Steve hops the barricade and is led to the stage, Eddie addresses the crowd once more.

“Like I said, this song is not for any of you so I do not want to hear shit from any of you, okay?” He sets to loosening the strap on his guitar when Steve makes it to center stage with him.

Just out of earshot of the mic Steve props his hands on his hips and grins. Asks, “Okay, what’re we doing this time?”

Eddie smirks and holds his guitar out to his right and pats the front of the stool for Steve to sit.

Steve snorts as he makes his way over. “If you think my ass is going to fit there you’ve got another thing coming.”

Eddie barks out a laugh and shifts further onto his stool as Steve sits, his back pressed tight to Eddie’s chest. He smacks a kiss to Steve’s cheek and waggles his eyebrows.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time!”

He swings his guitar back over his own shoulder and across Steve’s chest, hooks his chin over his shoulder and adjusts his grip.

Steve giggles down at the action and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

“How many times did you make Gareth practice this with you?” He laughs.

“Too fucking many!” Gareth yells from his place in the wings.

Eddie shushes them both and kicks his mic stand a little closer as he starts to strum. He leans in close to Steve’s ear and whispers “Love you Stevie,” before he starts humming into the mic.

Realistically he knows he has approximately seven seconds before Steve catches on. He savors the brief moments where Steve just smiles and sways along.

At second six the recognition flutters across his features and he snaps his head towards Eddie.

“Is this fucking Taylor Swift?”

Eddie laughs and says “Eddie’s Version.”.

Steve laughs and rubs a hand down his face. Eddie hears a muffled “Oh my god” just before he begins to sing.

Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving

But I know I saw a light in you

And as we walked we would talk

And I didn't say half the things I wanted to

Robin, god love her, Eddie sees has taken her role in this whole shenanigan very seriously. Having rounded up every photographer and videographer right up in front of center stage. Her own smile is barely contained where she covers her mouth with her hands.

Of all the guys tossing rocks at your window

I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold

Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing

I don't always have to be alone

Just before he makes it to the chorus Steve’s laughter has calmed down and he’s left with a pleased smile as he sways to the music braced against Eddie’s chest.

Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He swings his guitar up and over Steve’s head and tugs him back onto the stool as he steps off. Steve looks at him with a confused smile but he doesn't go too far. He props a foot up on the cross-rod and leans in close when he starts again.

Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling

So I've got some things to say to you

I've seen it all, so I thought

But I never seen nobody shine the way you do

He spins around with a flourish and props on Steve’s other side and flutters his eyelashes to make Steve laugh again.

The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name

It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change

Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving?

I think you and I should stay the same

Before the second chorus he breaks out of his Steve induced trance and looks back to the crowd and laughs when he’s met with a sea of flashlight beams swaying back and forth. When he looks back at his boy he finds him giggling with a look of awe on his face.

'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He leans in close and says “Alright we’re gonna switch it up here Stevie, you ready?”

Steve smiles as bright as the sun. “For anything.”

Eddie takes his guitar off and hands it off to someone, he doesn’t know who to be honest. Doesn’t really care.

Gareth and Jeff take up playing the song while Eddie takes the mic off its stand.

They're dimming the stage lights

You're perfect for me

Why aren't you here tonight?

I'm waiting alone now

So come on and come out

And pull me near

And shine, shine, shine

The boys keep playing as Eddie’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest. He looks at Steve one more time, sees him smiling and happy.

He reaches a hand into his back pocket and feels the box he’d snuck in when he switched guitars.

Takes a deep breath and drops down to one knee.

If he could hear over the blood in his ears he’d hear the crowd go crazy and the incessant sound of camera shutters.

But as it is he swears he can hear Steve’s sharp intake of breath when he realizes what’s happening.

Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons

Why I should be the one you choose

All those other girls, well, they're beautiful

But would they sing this song for you?

Steve’s got his hand covering his mouth and tears in his eyes and he’s nodding. He’s nodding even though Eddie hasn’t asked yet and he loves Steve so much.

I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He doesn’t even get to finish the rest of the lyrics because Steve is up and off the stool and has both hands pressed to his cheeks dragging him into a fierce kiss before he can even think.

Eddie’s smiling and laughing so much that it's all teeth. But he’s so happy it's all teeth, it's all love, it's all Steve.

His arms are around Steve’s waist and the mic is somewhere, he doesn’t know or care.

“Stevie, baby. Baby I haven’t asked,” he laughs onto Steve’s lips.

Steve wraps his arms around his neck and buries his face in his shoulder.

“Yes. A hundred times yes. Don’t care. Yes!”

Eddie pulls Steve to face him with two hands on either side of his face, one still holding the box.

“Stevie, will you marry me?”

Steve's laugh resembles a sob but he’s smiling and nodding again and Eddie’s never been happier.

“Yes.”

~~~~~

“You proposed with a Taylor Swift song?!” The curly-headed kid in the front row screeches.

Eddie uses his context clues to assume this is Dustin.

Steve pipes up from his spot beside him. “He used to sing me that song when we were dating and it always made me laugh. I especially liked it when he would sing it in a Metallica shirt.”

Several of the other kids snort.

The door swings open in a flourish and Robin comes barreling in.

“Dude, are you holding your kids hostage? What’s goin– Oh hey Eds!” She waves.

“Hey Birdie.”

Steve looks at his watch and swears under his breath. “Alright guys, who’s going to Miss Buckley’s class next? Get out of here. I’ll sort the rest of you out.”

Eddie waves him off. “Don’t worry about it Stevie. I told Ms. Loretta in the office to let Nance and Jon know they’d be late to next period.”

Steve scoffs in shock. “Loretta likes you too much. I don’t know how you got in her good graces. Why would you do that though?”

“Well I thought your kiddos,” he gives the students a pointed glance,” would have figured me out by now and I wanted to bug them about their super cool, hot teacher.”

Steve claps his hands together in exasperation. “Okay, that’s enough. Everybody out!”

Students zip up their bags and filter out of the room and Robin knocks them on the back of the head as they walk out the door.

Steve shoves at Eddie’s shoulders. “You too! Go talk to Ms. Loretta, I have assignments to grade!”

Eddie laughs and ambles towards the door. He stops in the door frame and looks back at Steve who has his hands on his hips behind his desk. He wolf whistles and smiles back at him.

“See you at home big boy,” he winks.

“Out!”

#teacher steve #rockstar eddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #gin writes #shot of gin #fic tag:#burning desire #the fluffier version of #The Concert Scene #not proofing this right now #come get y'all juice #author is not a swiftie #lmaoooo

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 9 months

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close to home | chapter fifty

plot: war comes to Alexandria and the reader stops at nothing to keep Daryl alive

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,983 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

You were with Daryl. Of course, you were. Neither of you would have it any other way, and Rick knew it too. So you stood by his side, behind the car with spikes through it, as you listened to the sound of the saviors approaching. You glanced at Rosita, who was pacing back and forth. Tara was a few feet from you, and you could feel her anxiety rippling off her.

But for once, you felt okay, like you could do this. You ad the Scavengers, and you could all take on Negan.

You weren’t entirely surprised to see Eugene standing with the saviors. He would’ve folded immediately to Negan, and you knew he would. Eugene wanted to stay alive and would find any way to do it. Even if that meant betrayal.

You softly grabbed Daryl's forearm as you listened to Eugene try to get Rick to surrender. He didn’t flinch or tense at your touch, and you took a half step closer to him.

When you saw Rick give Rosita the sign to delineate the bomb, Daryl stepped in front of you, and you both waited to hear it go off. But only silence followed. Your stomach dropped, and you looked up at Rick just in time to see Jadis pull a gun on him.

It all happened at once. You had two guns on you.

You could feel the anger radiating off Daryl, and you shook your head when you met his eyes. There was a better time for him to do something stupid.

The gate opened, and you watched as the saviors took the bomb from the truck. Your heart was beating quickly, and you felt your own anger radiating. You wanted to kill every last of them, starting with the man with the gun on Daryl.

Your tingers switched when you saw Negan again for the first time and watched as he hopped up onto the bed of the truck, where a coffin was waiting.

“I want every last grain of lemonade you got left,” Negan continued to explain, “I want a person of your own choosing for Lucille. Daryl. Oh, I gotta get me my Daryl back.”

Then his eyes landed on you, and he paused for a moment. You couldn’t decipher what his eyes said, not that you ever could. But something in them changed for a moment. Then, “And I want my wife back.”

Daryl took a step forward, blocking you from his vision. The guns followed him, and you carefully watched the man closest to him.

“Maybe this time I’ll have to take out the competition,” You heard Negan say, and you fisted your hands and bit down on your lip hard enough to taste blood.

After Negan threatened to kill Sasha and everyone else, Rick demanded to see her. Of course, Negan made a joke about it, and you assumed he went to open it up because you heard the bat hitting the coffin.

“Holy God damn!” Negan yelled.

You heard gunshots and watched above as Carl made the first move. Then Daryl shot the man with the gun pointed at him and then at you. You spun around and raised your rifle, aiming at every scavenger around you.

You saw Rosita go down out of the corner of your eye, and you ducked behind the car, popping up to shoot at the saviors. You’d already taken out four scavengers around you, and you wanted blood from the saviors now.

Tara called your name but you ignored it, following Daryl towards the gate and standing side by side with him. The kickback from the gun was already bruising your shoulder but you ignored it, trying to gun down every single person you could.

“Go with ‘em,” Daryl yelled to you over the gunfire.

You shook your head and pressed the trigger, watching one of the savior's head explode from the bullet. “Who’d cover your ass then?” You sarcastically said, taking down another savior.

The two of you worked your way away from the gate, where there was too much heavy fire. He covered you while you ducked behind one of the trucks, and then you did the same for him.

You could still hear gunshots all around the community, and you took a deep breath and looked at Daryl. You could tell he was worried. Things didn’t exactly look good for Alexandria, and if it fell, he’d die, and you’d be back to being Negan’s whore.

Biting your lip, you peeked around the truck and watched Carl disappear around the street by himself, shooting away.

“Carl’s alone!” You yelled over the gunfire. “We have to get to him!”

Daryl nodded at you, and you took a deep breath before giving the street a quick look and making a break for the tree across the street. The two of you covered each other up to the road, where you finally saw Carl surrounded.

“No,” You mumbled, switching out your ammo and making a break for it, ignoring Daryl’s yell. You gunned down the three men around him before they knew what hit them and reunited with Carl.

“I said wait, dammit,” Daryl yelled when he caught up to you.

“I don’t know where my dad is,” Carl said. “I didn’t see him. Are you guys okay?"

Before you or Daryl could reply, saviors approached you. You pushed Carl behind you, and Daryl stood in front of you both. You all raised your guns, but it wouldn’t do a damn thing. There were too many of them.

You swore under your breath and lowered your gun. It was over.

The saviors brought you to the yard across the street, where you were forced on your knees. You and Daryl side by side with Carl at the center. You tried to fight with each step, but nothing helped.

Then you saw Negan, and you felt like throwing up. You wanted to rip his throat out and watch him die. But you knew you wouldn’t be seeing that today.

“(Y/N), baby,” Negan said when he approached you. “I thought we had something special.”

“Leave her be,” Daryl spat.

“I don’t think my wife would appreciate that,” Negan sneered as he got eye level with you. He stared at you for a long moment before tucking your loose bangs behind your ear. “You’ll have to spend some time in the box, maybe work for some points. But don’t worry, baby, it won’t be long before we keep each other warm.”

Your lips twitched in anger, and you spat directly onto his face, which contorted into bitterness you’d never seen on him before. “Fuck you! I’d rather die before ever going back there.”

Negan wiped your spit away from a handkerchief that Simon handed him, and he chuckled. “I believe you know that won’t happen, baby.”

Then he stood up and walked away from you, and you looked at Daryl with tears. The thought of returning to the Sanctuary, of being Negan’s wife again, you wanted to scream and tear out your hair; you wanted to gun down everyone here to prevent that from happening. There is nothing that would ever make you go back there.

You were trying to suppress your cries when Rick showed up, hurt, but it didn’t look serious. He was made to kneel next to Carl, and you felt like you would be sick. Negan was going to do something terrible.

Negan made a big show of it; of course, he did. Talking to Rick and belittling him in every way, mocking and playing his stupid little game. Every jibe made you want to scream for your friend and leader, who you loved both so much.

“I’m gonna kill Carl now,” Negan said, and your blood ran cold. “I’m gonna make it one, nice, hard swing; try to do it in one ‘cause I like him,”

You couldn’t hear the rest of what Negan said as you stared at Carl, your tongue heavy in your mouth. Just like at the lineup, all of a sudden, you couldn’t talk. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t do anything. You just wanted to jump in front of Carl and take the blow for him. But you wouldn't even make it close with a dozen guns between you and him.

You watched in agony as Negan lifted Carl’s hat off and lined up the hit, and then in a blur of orange and black, you saw Shiva attack. In everyone’s half-second of surprise, gunshots rang out.

You stood and punched the guy closest to you, knocking him over. You grabbed his dropped weapon and started shooting at anyone. You could see Daryl doing the same out of the corner of your eye as you brought down savior after savior.

Then you heard King Ezekiel, and you paused for a moment as you watched the Kingdom flood in, with Carol and the King at the front. A smile broke out on your face, and you spun around, pulling the trigger repeatedly as you pushed the saviors back.

When you saw your cousin leading the Hilltop, your heart was beating faster than you ever thought it could, and you believed this was it. This was your stand, and you were going to win.

In the chaos of the fight and your need for revenge against the saviors, you kept a quick pace as you killed man after man, woman after woman. Your body count must’ve reached two dozen by now, and if it was hand to hand, you’d be soaked in blood.

You’d just turn the corner, killing another savior, when your gun clicked empty, and you grabbed another from the ground. You heard close gunfire, and you followed the sound. You were near the gate now, and there was smoke in the air. Some type of gas bomb.

You saw Daryl behind one of the cars, but you were too far away to get his attention. But you were in perfect view of seeing who was before and behind him. Within seconds, the saviors would have him cornered. And as much as you believed in his abilities, there were seven of them.

You swore under your breath and looked around to see if anyone else was with you, but everyone was scattered. There were enemies everywhere.

Then you looked again at Daryl and thought about how much you love him and realized that there was one thing that would make you go back to the Sanctuary.

You dropped the gun and started running towards the gate. “Hey!” You screamed. You heard Daryl yell something at you, and then you heard your cousin from somewhere, but you ignored them both.

“I bet I’ll fetch you a nice prize with Negan,” You told the group of the saviors closest to you. “But this offer expires, so we better go now,”

You were apprehended immediately, hands roughly pushing you forward. You heard gunshots from behind you, and one of the men to your left dropped dead, while the others quickened their pace.

You were shoved towards Negan’s truck and lifted and thrown in while men followed you. You hit the truck bed face first and immediately felt the blood from your nose. But when you sat up and looked out the back towards Alexandria, your heart broke as the truck started to move.

Everyone was there and firing after the trucks. Your entire family ran after you until the truck was too far away. The last thing you could make out was Daryl dropping to his knees. And it brought tears to your eyes as you thought about what you’d just given up and what you gave it up for.

#daryl x reader #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #twd #daryl twd #daryl x you

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corrodedcoughin · 10 months

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Pre-relationship Steddie exchanging mix tapes for each other with pining, lovesick songs over and over again on each side. Handing them over to each other with hopes the other person will Pick Up On The Messages.

Eddie having corroded coffin over that night as a distraction from thinking about Steve listening to The Tape. It’s a pretty normal night except Eddie is crouching on the couch biting his nails and hissing, so actually yeah it’s a normal night. But the guys can tell something is up so Gareth and Jeff start rifling through Eddie’s tapes, hoping that some music will chill him out or get him hyped or just anything that isn’t what he’s doing right now. Ian is sitting by him and trying to start a conversation but it’s a fool’s errand.

So the tape goes in and the music starts and it feels like maybe Eddie will relax. But as the first song goes into the second he freezes. Stares wide eyed. Shushes everyone. Demands gareth skip to the next song, then the next. Oh no. Oh no.

Eddie grabs Jeff by the arm ‘Jeff. Dude. Please. Please tell me what’s written on the tape you put on’ wide eyed and unblinking.

‘Uh I don’t know man. Gareth get the tape out, yeah?’ Jeff asks with a blatantly confused face. And of course Gareth acquiesces, deciding not to escalate the situation for once in his life which Eddie is very grateful for.

And the tape? The tape is the Steve tape. The one Steve was supposed to have. Which is fine. Absolutely fine! It’s okay! Eddie can explain this away. He can, he’ll get his one back and it’ll be fine. Whatever is on the casette steve has can’t be that bad, it just can’t be.

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The next day Eddie goes to family video. Plays it cool, hopes to earn a smile out of Steve. Maybe a laugh if he’s lucky. Only Steve’s kind of jumpy? Normally he gives a wave and a wink that he’s Eddie struggling to stay upright. This time? This time he’s struggling to make eye contact and blushing? Weird. Maybe he’s sick. Eddie should make him soup.

‘Hey Steve. Stevie. Stev-o’ he’s at the counter now, tapping on it trying to hide his nerves. And Steve is smiling at him, properly smiling, this is nice. Steve should always be smiling.

‘I listened to the tape’ Steve says with a bashful giggle and Eddie loves the way it sounds falling from Steve’s lips. With new found courage eddie continues ‘Actually, about that…any chance I could have my casette back? I want to give it to Gareth.’ Eddie spent far too long on his perfect Steve mix, he will not let it go unheard. If he has to lie to get The Mix To Win Steve in that boys beautiful hands by god he will.

‘Gareth?!’ Steve’s smile drops instantly. Mood souring and expression turning hurt, almost bitchy ‘yeah sure, whatever. Thought we were making tapes for each other but whatever’

Confused by the sudden change Eddie carries on carefully ‘oh yeah, but I gave you the wrong one. That was for Gareth. For all of the guys actually. This one’ Eddie fishes the casette out of his pocket ‘this one is for you’ and slides it across the counter.

‘For…for all of them? You want to give that tape to all of the guys?’ Steve only looks more confused

‘Yeah man, why wouldn’t I? They are my guys!’ Eddie continues, trying to dispel this weird atmosphere. Before he can go any further Robin calls Steve into the store room, something about a stacking tower emergency and Steve is off, a dejected wave thrown at Eddie as Eddie walks out the door.

Weird. Very weird.

Nonetheless eddie hops into his van ready to drive home and start the process of Worrying About What Steve Will Think all over again. Curiosity gets the better of him though and he sticks the mistake casette into the player of the van, expecting a normal metal guitar riff to play out. What he gets? Is far, far worse

Trumpets.

Snare drums.

Oh no

Oh god

Then the signing starts. And Eddie knows. Eddie fucking knows that this tape only has one song on it. Repeated. On both sides. Over and over again. And Steve thinks. Oh Jesus what does Steve think. What DID Steve think? Eddie pulls over and sinks his head into the steering wheel until the horn drowns out the music of Monty python.

🎶 Sit on my face and tell me that you love me

I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too

I love to hear you oralize

When I'm between your thighs

You blow me away

Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you

I'll sit on your face and then I'll love you truly

Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine

If we sit on our faces in all sorts of places

And play, 'til we're blown away 🎶

#I’m making up for the mishmash of tones and pacing of the last post #Wayne finds Eddie on his drive home and the tape has stopped playing #he was getting a lift from a work friend #so he gets out and gets in the van with Eddie #doesn’t ask any questions just says let’s go home son #.and automatically goes to press play on the tape player because Eddie /always/ has music playing #the scream from Eddie is deafening #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #Eeyyyy shout out to all the silly geese out there #pick your own adventure for how this ends

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sweet-villain · 9 months

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The First Cut Is The Deepest~ E.M

Words : 4.2K

@amberolivia666 asked:

Hi, I'm back with another angst request 🫣

Reader and Rockstar Eddie have been friends since forever. But their new relationship is fairly new( like a couple of weeks new). You're backstage after a Corroded Coffin concert. You're with all your friends and Eddie. His manager comes in saying he's sending someone backstage. She's Corroded Coffin's biggest fan. A few minutes later, "the fan" comes in, and it's a groupie Eddie used to hook up with before he got in a relationship with the reader. She goes up to Eddie and hands him a sonogram with bright red letters "congratulations you're going to be a dad".

Angst

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“You’ve been standing there for a couple of minutes, everything okay?” Jeff comes up to you from behind as he spots you taking peeks behind the curtain. Tonight was a big crowd, bigger than you have ever seen. It’s not that you were nervous but you were shocked to see so many.

“ Yeah, I’m alright. Just look” you peeled the curtain back to let Jeff see what you were looking at and he chuckled.

“ Not a fan of big crowds?” He patted your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “ Don’t worry, we won’t let anything get to you or let you fall.” He laughed while you punched him playfully in the chest.

“ Are you two causing trouble?” You heard the sound of your boyfriend’s voice as he watched you and Jeff interact for a bit before he made his way over. You turned your head at the sound of his voice and happiness overflowed you at the sight of him. He has became your person and your happy place at the same time.

The wide smile spreads across your face as you hopped your way over to your boyfriend who embraced you into his arms. The scent of cigarettes, sweat and his own scent fills you with feeling like home as your arms wrap around his waist. He glances down at you with those chocolate brown eyes that you adore.

“ God, you two make me sick” Jeff muttered as he rolled his eyes, walking away and leaving you two alone. You can hear the shouting from behind the curtain from the fans that came to see the show. More like girls squealing that they are actually here and not dreaming they were elsewhere.

“ You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asks bringing up his hand to brush a strand behind your ear and his head tilting to the side as his eyes roam your face to make sure there wasn’t anything off about you. He found traces of nothing as he examines your face. He is silent, taking in your beauty.

“ I’m more than okay, right here” you lean into his touch once his hand cups your face and the affection melt his heart. He loves having his hands on you wherever he can until the two of you were alone. Not like alone like this. You were bound to get interrupted by someone, it was always like that.

His face beams as he pokes your nose.

“ Aren’t you just adorable” this time you let out a giggle as he pokes your nose the second time. One of his favorite sounds to hear besides your laughter. You and Eddie haven’t been dating all too long and everything was still freshly new. You knew Eddie back in high school when he was the Dungeon Master to his Hellfire club, where he was your best friend and you were only just part of his sheep pack.

One Corroded Coffin blew up after high school like Eddie had imagined, you were in for the ride too because the guys wouldn’t sign a record deal or go on tour without there best friend. There most trusted sheep of all. The one that kept it all together when they were on the road. You knew going on tour with them would have a price, that price would be developing feeling for your best friend and seeing him in a different light for the first time.

You would watch groupie after groupie leave his dressing room, he would party and the name Eddie Munson became a name, no girl would forget. It got to the point where you chose to ignore him and focus on working backstage helping the crew set up for the shows during the tour. You had became the merchandise girl too, helping to sell whatever you could to be away from Eddie. He had taken notice your change in mood and the way you were distancing yourself from him. It hurt him and he chased you down until the other guys had enough of you playing cat and mouse, locking you in a room together to solve it.

They also agreed to miss playing a show if it came down to you and Eddie being like this until things were back to normal.

You had finally confessed what was bothering you to him and he had the smuggest look on his face when he found out that his most trusted sheep, his best friend and the girl he thought never would choose him, had feelings for him. Him. Out of everyone in the world. You chose to have feeling for him.

No words were spoken as he pulled you into the deepest most shocking kiss of your life that day. When he pulled away he told you he’d chosen you from the beginning he saw you in his English class when you chose to sit down next to him. He told you he fell for you the day you stood up for him against Jason Carver chugging your school bag at him while Eddie was close to tears picking up his papers from his notebook.

You had became everything to him that day.

Over the years as Corroded Coffin got bigger and bigger, Eddie had grown out a slight beard. His arms were inked with tattoos, including his hands, his hair grew a bit longer too and he either put it up in a bun or let it down. He gotten his nose pierced too. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful.

“ Your eyes are going to fall out if you keep starting at me, sweetheart” He brings you out of your thoughts with a small laugh. But his cheeks are hinted red as he caught you starting at him. He loves it when you look at him like you were giving him the world at the fingertips.

“ You know your quite the looker, Munson” his cheeks redden some more, he taken some of his hair to shield his face becoming shy all of sudden. “ Awe look at my man being all cute” you gushed poking his side where he moved away feeling ticklish. He put his finger up as if telling you to not to do that or else.

“ Oh? What are you going to to?” You stood there with your hands on your hips. Eddie squinted his eyes.

“ You don’t want to go there, baby”

“ Eddie!” Gareth shouted to get Eddie’s attention breaking the moment between the two of you. Eddie turned his head at the sound of Gareth’s voice, with an eyebrow raised he asked, “ What, Emerson?.”

“ We need you here, a couple of fans are coming for a meet and greet before the show” Gareth tells him. Eddie sighs because he doesn’t want to leave you. But he has to, for his job. His lips grow in a thin smile when he looks down at you.

“ Go” you chuckled watching as his pout comes out and his brown doe eyes are pleading. He’s telling you that he doesn’t want to go and leave you.

“ Munson, you better get there before I turn this show around and cancel it” the sound of his manger’s voice comes from the side as they walk up. You step back, frowning. You don’t partially like the bands manager. Eddie grumbled underneath his breath and leaned down kissing your cheek. You can tell how annoyed he is.

“ I’ll be okay” you mouthed to him. He nods as he takes one look at the manager and walks away hoping that their manager wouldn’t give you a hard time. Their manager looks down at you and gives you a look over, chewing gum in their mouth and scoffs at the sight of you.

You were glad they didn’t say anything.

You walked across to see if there was anything you could do to help out for the show when you hear the sound of a girls voice. You looked at the glimpse of the meet and greet seeing a woman near your boyfriend batting her eyelashes at him as he signs her arm, she is saying something to him while Eddie mumbles. You can see the force smile because she is making him uncomfortable by wrapping her arms around him all of sudden and looking up at him, in his space. Eddie looks up in time to meet your gaze and you sent him a small wave which he returns.

All head turns to look at you and you quickly walk away, not wanting to disturb the meet and greet as it is happening.

“ Who was that?” Someone asks Eddie. Eddie doesn’t answer the question because the two of you haven’t really talked about letting the world know that Eddie Munson was off the market and he didn’t want the paparazzi to give you attention. The relationship between the two you were still new and he didn’t want to overwhelm you with all of this.

You were already part of it and he didn’t want to push it more.

Instead of answering, Eddie had turned to glance down at the girl telling her to take a selfie with him which she happily nodded her head and taking out her phone, beaming with happiness and begins to tell Eddie how his music brought her happiness. But all Eddie’s head could wrap around was to make sure you were okay. You had tun off to quickly.

You had just finish setting up Eddie’s guitar when he makes his way over to you, he had two water bottles in his hands. One for you and one for him. You were to busy humming one of Eddie’s songs that he has written about you, it was new when he made his way over to you.

“ You’re always humming that” he says, handing you a water bottle. He uncaps it for you too. You don’t know why he does that but you don’t mind. You take little sips of your water and shrug to what he just said about you humming.

“ It’s a catchy tune and it was written for me” Eddie downs his water bottle in one go which doesn’t suspires you anymore as it used. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and tosses the empty water bottle at the crew member who happened to walk by. The crew member barely catches it in his hands as he sends a look at Eddie.

“ Are you going to watch from backstage or are you going to get into the crowd?” Your nose scrunched up at the thought of getting into a crowd where girls would scream for your boyfriend and reach out with their hand in hopes he would touch them or even glance their way. You’ve seen too many times where girls were crying over your boyfriend by one simple touch of his hand onto theirs. You had seen it all. You had seen them throw bra’s onto the stage and panties too.

You had seen it all.

“ I’d take it you’ll watch from backstage” you nodded your head.

“ Those fans of yours will tear me apart if I’m in there”

“ I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, sweetheart” Eddie says. “ I’d jump in to save you.”

“ They will tear you apart too. I mean, have you seen your fans?” Eddie nods, rubbing the back of his beck as he looks towards the closed curtains hearing the crowd. He knows how his fans get and that’s one of the reason that he hasn’t spoken out to the world about your relationship with him.

“ Five minutes” A sound tech guy interrupts between the two of you. He shoots you an apologetic look taking that he jumped into the middle of a conversation and walks away. “ I’ll see you later” you smiled, turning around but Eddie grasps your wrist in his hand and turns you around.

“ How about a good luck kiss?” He smirks and puckers his lips, leaning down to have you meet his lips. You chuckled, shaking your head and met his lips for a quick peck and rushed off to the side of the stage. Eddie pulled away with a pout shouting, “ That wasn’t enough!”

“ You two are gross” Gareth says as he walks on stage with Jeff and the other one. Eddie shrugs off his leather jacket and rushes towards you to wrap his jacket around your shoulders.

“ Keep it safe for me” He winks as he’s rushing back just as the curtains open. Screams are louder than ever and you swore you needed another ear after hearing how loud they gotten. A smile grows on your face hearing Eddie greet his fans, introduce each member as if the fans didn’t know who they were and introduce himself too.

When the first song started, your eyes roam over your boyfriend seeing how he looked really good tonight. His ass looked so good in those pants he was wearing tonight. His arms looked good. The sound his voice as he started to sing melts you because you get to hear it almost every night as he sings to you. You were completely in love with him.

You were so proud of him and you knew that Wayne was too. You were so excited to see him in a few weeks when Corroded Coffin was going to go back to have a show there. Dustin was on the ball of his feet when he heard that you, Eddie and the rest were coming back for a show and to visit. He was on the phone with you when you told him, he screamed on top of his lungs that you were sure scared whoever he was around at the time. You knew because you heard the sound of Steve Harrington’s voice on the other line too shouting at Dustin to be quiet.

You tore your eyes away from Eddie to where he happened to leaned down, over a couple of girls whom already were tying to touch him and beg him to touch their hand and look at them. He reached out with his hand to one girl and held her hand as he sang, she screamed at her friend that she was dreaming and he wasn’t real. Eddie released her and her friend almost grabbed his leg to bring him down when a security guard happened to pull him away from it.

The best part about it was Eddie turned his head to see your action during that moment. You rolled your eyes seeing he only did that to get a reaction out of you. You stuck out your tongue at him while he was singing into the microphone. He had to pull away for a moment to laugh. No one has caught that but you. He continued to sing as he shook his head walking to the other side of the stage.

“ You two need to get laid” you heard Jeff as he walked over to you when you handed him water. It was only three songs in when you took notice Eddie standing on an amp. You were about to walk on stage, growing worry that he might throw himself off of there to the crowd or do something stupid.

A hand placed on your shoulder and pulled you back.

“ Down, girl” His manager says. “ Let him be” He adds. You wanted to rip yourself away from his hold but held your tongue knowing if you did then you’d say some words and you weren’t about to ruin a show. It was like Eddie had sensed you were worried about him and turns his head to glance at seeing the uncomfortable position you were in, he hopped off the amp and walked across the stage.

He stood by Jeff, giving you glancing to check on if you were okay. You reassured him with a nod and glanced over to the crowd. They were singing with Eddie and before you knew it, you were too pouting the words with him. During the next couple of songs, you would laugh at Eddie while he banged his head while he was playing his guitar solos and laugh at how he was goofing off with Jeff as the two rocked out. You loved these boys.

You were ready for them when they finished the show, coming your way one by one and handing them a towel and water bottle as their hair stuck to their faces and beats of sweat poured down. Arms wrapped around you and picked you up, swinging you around. You squealed holding onto Eddie’s shoulder with your hands while he gazed up at you when he swung you around. He sets you down and pulls you into a sweaty kiss which you return.

“ Get a room” the other one said having Eddie pull away, shooting him a middle finger. Eddie takes the towel from you and wipes his face and leans down to have his hair all over his face as he opens the water bottle and pours it over his head. He smiles widely feeling the coolness of the cold water run down his face. It was soothing.

“Now who’s cleaning that up” you mumble seeing the water on the ground and there was a small puddle. “Someone might slip and fall” you added. Eddie looks apologetic but he shrugs.

“ Not me” he says.

“ Not me either” Gareth says.

“ Not me” Jeff says. “ Not me” the other one says. One of the crew members grumbled as they walked over looking disapprovingly at the puddle and looks up at Eddie who puts his hands up.

“ Sorry, man” he says. The crew member rolls his eyes as he begins to clean it up while Eddie puts his arm around your shoulder and bringing you to his side.

“ Eddie!” You squealed feeling your face get wet. “ I’m all wet.”

“ That’s what she said” Eddie says. You playfully push him as he laugh.

“ Hey, Eddie” you roll your eyes at the sound of his managers voice. Eddie’s laugh stops as he turns his attention to his manager, sighing waiting to hear what they wanted from him.

“ I’m going to bring someone backstage, she’s really a big fan of you guys and she has some news” he says. The rest of the Corroded Coffin members look at him not really surprised. Sometimes he brought the strangest fans backstage, and sometimes they were sweet and kind. But with their manager, they never knew.

“ Okay” Eddie nods as he shrugs off his shirt off that was drenched in water and sweat and he shakes his head like he’s a dog.

“ Eddie!” The guys and you shout, as he continues to shake his head. He laughs because he knows what he’s doing.

“ Hi Eddie” the sound of a girls name makes his pause as he turns his head at the sound of her voice. She’s standing there with her chest barely hanging out, she is in shorts and her hair is curled and her make up is done. You know exactly who she is. She used to be one of Eddie’s groupies that would come and go a lot. Your lips thrown in a thin line at the sight of her. You don’t remember her name and you never really interacted with her.

“ Hi?” Eddie says, his eyebrows pinched together as he was trying to figure out where he has seen her. She looks familiar to him but he can’t put two and two together. His minds is drawing a blank.

In her hands she has sign on what you can tell. She nervously glances down at him like it was going to eat her alive or something. She looks nervously around to each members, lingering on Eddie and then her eyes fallen on you. She glances at your shoulder seeing Eddie’s jacket there. A look of jealousy crosses her face as she torn her eyes away from you and back to Eddie.

“ My manager said you had something to tell me” Eddie says as he puts the towel around his neck and turns his attention to her. There was silence in the room that a pin could be heard if it was dropped.

She sighs and walks over to him, and hands the sign to him. Eddie glances down at the sign in his hands and at first he’s confused on what it says because it couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be. His heart raced at the thought of seeing your reaction to this.

“ I don’t believe you” Eddie says as he hands her back to the sign. She sighs as she pulls out picture of what looks like a sonogram and you swore your felt your heart crash to your stomach. You know what it is. You had seen it before.

“ Here” she says handing it to him. His eyes widen at the words.

“ "congratulations you're going to be a dad.” He felt like everything in him has been ripped apart and he was sharing it with someone else. It was like his body wasn’t in his own body and was staring at the sonogram from his other view, in shock. His mouth felt dry and words weren’t forming.

“ No” he shakes his head as he hands it back to her, “ no” he says it again. “ It’s not mine” he adds. “ It can’t be” he continues. “ I’m not” he shakes his head again. You on the other head felt like the wind had knocked into you and you couldn’t even form what you were felling right now.

Tears weld up in your eyes and your hands shook. His jacket on your shoulders drops down to the ground and your knees buckle below you as you crash to the ground. Eddie’s shoulder hunch up and he feels goosebumps crawling up his spine and his body is shaking. He is afraid to turn around and to see your reaction.

The girls looks over to you to see your on the ground with tears in your eyes. Her eyes light up in realization.

“ Oh, you aren’t single” she says. Eddie closes his eyes as he slowly turns around to see if you had run off or not. When he opens his eyes your back is to him and your making your way to the other side of the stage where he shouts your name. He pushes past the other crew members who are clearing the stage and packing things up.

“ Y/N!” He shouts your name, but it feels really far from where he is shouting even though he’s across the stage and running to catch up to you. But tears are running down your cheeks as you hurried to the bus. You were going to pack your bags and head back home. You were disgusted by him. You were done with this and him.

He ran in front of you, blocking your path from going further.

“ Move” you spatted. He shook his head as he puts his hands up.

“ Baby” he starts to say but your laughing.

“ I’m not your baby” you spatted. You were about to go around him to continue your way to the bus. It was not that far from the walking distance now. You were going to go, pack your bag and go back home.

“ Baby, I don’t even know her and I don’t want this baby with her. I want it with you!” He shouts after as he runs to catch up with you. “ I don’t want it. I want you.”

“ You can do whatever you want, Munson” you mumbled opening the bus door but Eddie closed them back up as he put his back to the door.

“ Please, don’t leave me” tears are running down his cheeks. “ Please” he begs as he slide down the door and falls to his knees where he wraps his arms around your waist and looks up at you with tears running like water falls mixed with snot. You look away from him hurt.

“ Please, I love you” he adds. “ I’ve always loved you. I always choose you. Please choose me. Please..” He continues through his sobs. “ Baby..” He continues to beg.

“ Let me go, Eddie” he shakes his head as he continues to hold on. “ Baby, please. No.”

You reached down to remove his hands from around your waist, pushing with all your strength. You didn’t want his touch on you or be around him.

“ She means nothing to me, I don’t want her.” He tries.

“ I need to go home” you tell him. His eyes widen as he shakes his head.

“ What about us? What about me?” He asks as he stands up. “ I’ve made a mistake, please don’t do this to me. To us.”

“ You’ll always have your groupies to go back to, Munson.”

“ They don’t mean anything! I don’t want them. I want you! I want us!”

“ I wanted us too” you tell him. “ I really wanted us. Maybe she’ll be a better girlfriend to you, after all she’s having your baby.”

“ I don’t love her” he says. “ I love you” he adds.

You don’t respond to his word and looks over to the venue.

“ I love you” he says it again like it was suppose to mean something now.

“ I love you” he says it again as he takes a step forward. You turn your head in time as he does.

“ I need time to think about this, I’m going to go home. Finish the rest of the tour and then maybe we can talk” you tell him. “ I don’t want to see you right now.”

Your hand reaches up to the bus when his hand falls on yours.

“ Do you think you’ll forgive me and we will have another chance?”

“ I don’t know”

#eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #Eddie Munson angst #eddie munson x female reader #jewls writes #stranger things x reader

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steddie-there · 1 year

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Eddie has never been one for household chores, preferring to put them off until the last minute or just skip doing them entirely if he can get away with it. But helping Steve clean their rabbit's cage? That has quickly, surprisingly, become one of his favorite activities.

And of course it's because of Steve. Because every single Monday evening, Steve turns the light on in their bedroom and announces gravely, "The time has come, my friend," to the tiny black fluffball who has hopped up to the edge of the cage, curious. And, without fail, he stands with his hands on his hips for just a few moments, staring between that innocent little gaze and this week's carnage of hay and toys spread across the cage floor.

"Why do you have hay spread to kingdom come in here?" he asks Paul in such a disappointed tone that Eddie can't help but giggle.

"Because he's a bastard, you know that," Eddie tells him as he readies a trash bag and pulls on some gloves. He hands another pair to Steve.

Steve laughs. Takes the gloves. Coaxes Paul into the kennel attached to the hutch with a treat and closes the door. Drops another treat inside. "That's all you get today, you know," Steve warns the rabbit and Eddie thinks he deserves some credit for not laughing when they all know full well there will be at least one more before bed.

Steve sings as he sweeps the cage clean. Snippets of songs from the radio, snatches of Corroded Coffin's latest. Eddie sometimes sings along and sometimes just listens, listens and feels like he could make a home in Steve's voice.

And then he takes the trash out while Steve readies a new litter box. Comes back just in time to see Steve sitting by the cage, Paul flopped in his lap. Leans in the open doorway and watches.

Laughs when Steve sternly tells Paul, "Now, this time, let's not dump our hay box over again, okay?"

"You're such a dad," he teases and Steve rolls his eyes at him, but he's laughing, too. And Eddie's heart feels so full at that moment that he can't help but sit down next to Steve and lean his head on his shoulder as he reaches over to pet the tiny white mark on Paul's soft forehead.

"You're gonna be such a good parent someday. You know that, right, Stevie?" he whispers.

And Steve is quiet, not responding, and Eddie knows his eyes have filled with tears and he knows exactly why, knows Steve is thinking about his dreams of a family and his parents and how desperately he doesn't want to be like them, and so he just turns and softly kisses the tears away until they're gone. Presses a gentle kiss to Steve's forehead.

"C'mon, let's go be boring parents and watch dumb TV until we fall asleep," he tells Steve, gets a little laugh in return. They put Paul back in his cage, go cuddle on the couch. Enjoy being in their home, just them and the quiet noise from the TV and the sound of Paul hopping around his newly clean space.

Twenty minutes later, they hear the unmistakable sound of the hay box being turned over and Steve calls out, "Paul, what did I tell you?" so indignantly that Eddie just has to laugh and pull him closer and kiss that disgruntled look off his face until he settles in again, warm and heavy against Eddie's side.

Yeah, this is definitely his favorite chore.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

ao3: And Rabbit Makes Three

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #paul the rabbit #steve and eddie get a pet rabbit #heavily based on me cleaning my own rabbits cage every week #the asking why darren has hay scattered all over the floor is a weekly occurrence #as is my roommate answering me that its because hes a bastard 😂

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stobinesque · 1 year

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@steddie-week day 3: first kiss | 2.1k words | G or T

Steve and Robin were about halfway through a rewatch of Clue when the phone rang, and Steve was across the living room before it was halfway through its second ring. “What’s wrong?” He asked without preamble. His heart was already racing; too anxious to consider the possibility that it could be someone calling for his parents—or even that it might be a non-emergency call. It was past ten already, and most of The Party should have at least been pretending to sleep by then.

“Steve?” The voice on the other end of the line was a bit distant—drowned out by the staticky sound of rain hitting pavement.

“Eddie? Are you alright? Where are you? Did something happen?”

Eddies’ van was out of commission, so he’d been relying on rides from Steve and the rest of the Corroded Coffin crew to get him to and from places for the past few weeks. If he was out somewhere and in trouble, he was stranded there.

“Yeah—I-I mean, no. Nothing—nothing happened. Just—could you come get me?”

“Yeah, of course. Where are you?”

“I’m out at The Hideout.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be there in ten—maybe fifteen minutes.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I said I’d be there in ten, Eddie.”

“Okay.”

Steve hung up the receiver and turned to make for the foyer to find Robin standing behind him—jacket on, back slung over one shoulder, and a pair of his shoes in one hand. “Picking Eddie up?”

“Yeah.” Steve took the shoes from her hands gratefully, and started pulling them on.

“Can you drop me off on the way without slowing yourself down?”

“Yeah, I budgeted Robin home-delivery time just in case.”

“Well, hop to it then, dingus.”

~*~*~*~

When Steve pulled up in front of The Hideout after dropping off a surprisingly acquiescent Robin (Eddie needs you more than I do right now, dingus), it was to find Eddie sitting atop one of the wheel stops of The Hideout’s small lot, looking like a drowned rat.

Eddie was up and yanking open the door to the beamer before Steve could so much as put it in park, and Steve pulled out of the lot as soon as Eddie had his seat belt buckled across him.

“You okay, mann?”

Eddie shrugged.

“What happened?”

“Don’t really wanna talk about it right now.”

Steve nodded. “Okay.”

“Sorry to interrupt movie night with the missus.”

Steve laughed. “She already forgives you. Provided that you were actually having a crisis and not just faking one as a ploy to get me alone with you.”

That startled a laugh out of Eddie in turn, and he turned in his seat to shoot Steve a mischievous grin. “Now, does that sound like something I would do, sweetheart?”

“According to Robin? Yes.”

“Ah, I see who the brains of the operation is, then.”

“Was that in question?”

“Well—whether or not there was a brain behind you and Robin’s whole deal was a little up in the air.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

Silence fell between the two of them, and twenty seconds in Eddie started rooting around in Steve’s glove compartment.

“Dude. What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for a tape in here that doesn’t suck, man!”

“What are you talking about? We have, like, half the same taste in music!”

“Yeah, but the only thing you keep in your car are mixtapes! And I’m sorry, Steve, but some of the things the kids have made you are—objectively speaking—extremely cursed.”

“You could put in the one Robin made.”

“It’s hilarious that you think there’s only one Robin mixtape in here. But also: I’m not in the mood for Cyndi Lauper.”

“Cyndi Lauper’s not in the mood for you,” Steve snarked under his breath—more because he knew that’s what Robin would say if she was in the car with them than for any other reason. Raising his voice so that Eddie knew it was meant to be heard, he added, “I think there might be one from Jon in there?”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Eugh. No thanks. My night’ been shit enough.” He kept rooting around for another minute or two, until— “Aha!” he emerged triumphant, an sparsely labeled tape held aloft in one hand. It looked like one that Steve had made for himself years ago—long before he’d gone knocking on the supernatural’s door. If he was guessing right, it was a mix of Queen, Bowie, and Fleetwood Mac. “How have I never found this one before?” Eddie asked.

“Because in spite of your loud protestations to the contrary, you usually just let whatever music is playing in the car happen to you.”

Eddie gave a considering hum as he stuffed his find into the tape deck. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

The two of them fell silent again as “The Chain” poured from the speakers, and the rest of the ride passed without conversation, the only sounds between them besides the music was the steady beat of rain against the windshield, and Eddie’s fingers drumming along to the beat of the song.

~*~*~*~

Steve killed the engine as he pulled up in front of the Munsons’ trailer.

“Thanks for the ride,” Eddie said, pulling a strand of hair out to cover his mouth as he did so.

“Yeah—any time, dude.”

Eddie made to get out of the car, but froze in place as he leaned half-in, and half-out. “Could you—wanna come in?” There was a put-upon air of casualness to his tone in a way that made Steve suspect that he was being asked to stay the night. He wasn’t sure why Eddie felt so shy about the request, though—it wasn’t like this would be the first time.

“Oh. Yeah, man. Of course.” All he ever wanted was to be helpful. So Steve took his keys from the ignition, and trailed after Eddie as he led them both inside.

Eddie started peeling out of his soaked clothes before the front door had finished closing behind them, and made a beeline for his bedroom so he could pull on a pair of boxers and a bleach-stained t-shirt, before flopping down onto his bed. Steve followed after him, toeing his shoes off inside the door, and crawling into bed beside Eddie once he was finished changing.

"Wanna talk about it now?" he asked, as Eddie tucked himself up against his side.

Eddie shrugged. He took one of Steve's hands into both of his own and started idly playing with his fingers. "Bad date."

"Oh yeah? People aren't going mad over a metalhead who was only recently cleared of all murder charges?"

Eddie shoved at him. "Low blow, Harrington."

Steve stole his hand back to hold both of them up in surrender. "Sorry, man."

Eddie yanked Steve's hand back and held it covetously in both of his own, and Steve reached down with his own free one to tangle it into Eddie's wild mane of curls, which were still damp from the rain. "Whatever, dude. It wasn't that. He just…he was just kind of an asshole.” Eddie shrugged again, sounding a little resigned. “The regular kind."

Steve was silent, but ruffled his hand through Eddie's hair in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

"I just…I don't know. I don't know why I even bother trying to go out on dates at this point.”

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's like…I don't know. Just feels like I'm chasing after something I'm never gonna find."

"I get that," Steve said, tone soft and understanding.

"Really? Figured you'd have people falling all over you."

Steve snorted. "I don't think I've gone on a date since I went to the championship game with Heidi back in March."

Eddie jerked a little in Steve’s grip. "Why not?" He sounded…genuinely very confused.

Steve shrugged. "I don't know, I just…haven’t really felt like it. Honestly, I’d already felt like I was circling the drain back at that point.”

“...Huh.”

They both went quiet, Steve still running one hand through Eddie’s hair, and Eddie still tangled his fingers through those of Steve’s other hand.

“So, how do you…?” Steve trailed off with a frown, unsure of how or whether he should finish his question.

“How do I…?”

“How do you, y’know, find guys? To go out with? Who you aren’t scared of knocking your lights out, that is.”

Eddie shifted in Steve’s arms to get a better look at him. “Wait, wait. Have you not been on a date with another guy yet, Harrington?”

“No…?”

“Then how did you—?”

“How did I, what?” Steve felt a little on edge; a little on the defensive. Like there was some unseen standard he wasn’t living up to.

“How’d you figure out you were into them, then?” Eddie sounded a little bewildered. A lot incredulous. “Figured you were the victim of a drunken make-out discovery or something.”

Steve laughed, because that did sound like him, but— “Nope. Never been kissed.” He tilted his head toward Eddie with a little smirk. “By a guy, that is.”

Eddie propped himself up on one arm and stared at Steve like he was a puzzle to be solved, and there was a glint in his eye that made the hair along the back of Steve’s neck stand on end. “D’you wanna be?”

Steve’s heart skipped a bit, and his hand stilled in Eddie’s hair. “Uh…what do you mean?”

“Do you wanna be kissed? By a guy?”

Steve laughed, feeling awkward. “Are you offering?”

Eddie shrugged, just a touch too casual. “Sure, why not?”

“I don’t know. Wouldn't it be weird?”

“Doesn’t have to be weird if you don’t make it weird, man.”

Steve turned that over. It’s not like he and Eddie didn’t already spend most of the time they spent alone together tangled up in one another. There was a quasi-romantic edge to their friendship that Steve wasn’t really used to—well. Except for with Robin. But that was different, for obvious reasons. And, granted, the dynamic between him and Tommy had been…intense, but it still hadn’t felt like this.

Regardless—kissing Eddie wouldn’t change anything about their friendship if they didn’t want it to. “I guess you’re right.”

Eddie half-turned in Steve’s arms. “Yeah?”

Steve repositioned himself so that they were facing each other, hitching one shoulder up in a nonchalant little shrug. “Sure, why not?” he parroted back.

Eddie smiled, and it made his whole face go soft and gentle in a way that had Steve’s stomach twisting up in knots. Oh, he’s beautiful.

Eddie reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind Steve’s ear, and then let his hand drift along the line of Steve’s jaw until he was gently gripping his chin between two fingers. Steve’s lips parted in anticipation, and the two of them breathed into the silent space they’d created between them. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his arms breaking out in goosebumps.

It didn’t make any sense though. It wasn’t like it was his real first kiss. And he’d known he was attracted to men for ages, even if he’d never acted on it. It wasn’t even exactly news to him that he found Eddie attractive. But…none of their interactions had been this charged before.

Eddie closed the space between them, and pressed a gentle, but firm kiss to Steve’s lips, grinding the trajectory of Steve’s thoughts to a halt. It was a simple kiss. And it could have remained like that—soft, sweet, and almost chaste—except that Steve couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp in response, as his breath hitched in his throat.

He should pull back. He knew he should pull back—but he’d always been greedy, and Eddie was making no move to put any distance between the two of them either. So Steve surged forward, capturing Eddie’s lips into a more passionate kiss, and savoring the small whine it elicited. Eddie gave as good as he got, winding an arm around Steve’s waist, and slotting a thigh between both of Steve’s legs with a force that startled a little “Mmpf!” from him.

All in all, the kiss probably lasted little more than a few moments. But for all Steve knew, whole civilizations could have risen and fallen in that soft, gray space of time he and Eddie had their lips pressed together.

He wasn’t sure who finally broke away, but once they did, both of their breaths came short and heavy.

“That was…really good?” Steve said, a high-pitched note of giddiness and wonder in his tone.

Eddie smiled with cheshire-style grin, eyelids heavy and low. “Yeah? Wanna make it even better?”

Steve smiled right back. “I think I might.”

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steddie week #steddieweek2023 #steddie fic #once again just past the cut off in my timezone #also once again did not think I was gonna do anything for this day but then had an idea pop into my head at like...7pm #this one is mostly dialogue folks!#open ended as to whether or not this is capital r Romantic or just moves into a fun and genuinely platonic/qp fwb situation #as someone who falls in love/lust with friends super easily either works for me #i wanted to explore the quasi-romantic/sexual friendship that often exists within queer friendships #read writes

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