This Could Get Ugly 5. Recording Studio 3B
Summary: It's 1983 and The Downsides need another lead singer and you just happen to need a band--it's a perfect match. The only issue? You have to pretend to be in a relationship with your bandmate, Steve Harrington, but you can't help but be drawn to the band's broody guitar player.
pairing: s.h. x fem!reader, e.m. x fem!reader, j.b. x n.w., r.b x n.w.
warnings: Brief mention of pregnancy, Steve in his King!Steve era briefly, again with the misogyny
A/N: Happy Stranger Things Day! I want to say thank you to everyone who's reading this old and new readers alike! Every notification makes me so excited and I'm just happy to be here, ya know?Listen, I know we're really Steve-centric right now but you got to trust me on this, we are laying a FOUNDATION here right? Remember we're covering six years' worth of drama and we are just getting started, trust me!
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STEVE: Yeah, I know I had fucked up. Like, as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them. I don’t know why I did it, I think I felt threatened or something. Listen, I think about what happened all the time and there isn’t one singular moment that we can pinpoint where everything went south, really, we all made mistakes, a lot of them. But sometimes, I can’t help thinking to myself that if I had just handled that day at the restaurant better, our whole lives would’ve been different. Or… who knows? Maybe not, maybe we were always meant to end as bad as we did.
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June 7th, 1983–Los Angeles, California
A few days after your lunch with the Downsides, you see your own face peaking at you from the cover of a Subrosa magazine on a grocery store newsstand.
You glance around before surreptitiously crouching down for a closer look.
It was a grainy picture of you and Steve, sitting across from one another at lunch, clearly in conversation. The picture had been taken from outside the restaurant and framed in such a way that it looked like it was only the two of you dining together. You can tell by the looks on your faces that it was before everything had blown up—the two of you looked like you were enjoying yourselves.
Sultry Songstress Sees Upside with the Downsides’ Flirty Frontman reads across the top of the page, and you gag. They sure do love their alliteration over at the Sub.
You briefly wonder to yourself what Steve and the others will think of this once they see it. Shrugging that thought off, you toss the magazine into your cart.
***
You actually find out pretty quickly what Steve and the others think about the cover later that evening when you receive a call from an unknown number.
“Hi, it’s Robin,” you hear from the other line as soon as you pick up.
“Hi Ro—”
“Robin Buckley, from the Downsides? I don’t know if you remember me, but we met at lunch the other day when my friend made a huge ass of himself and— ow, Steve that hurt, God.”
Sounds of some sort of physical struggle echo through the telephone line until you decide to interrupt.
“Hi Robin, of course I remember you and your ass of a friend, what can I do for the two of you? Also, how did you get my number?”
You’re more curious than bothered when you ask the latter question.
“Four.”
“Pardon?”
“Four. There are four of us. See, you asked what you could do for the two of us but it’s not just me and Steve. Nancy and Argyle are here too—” At this point, you hear a faint ‘hello’ and ‘what’s up’ from the background—"For the sake of full disclosure I felt that I should mention that. Jonathan is visiting his family in Lenora Hills, otherwise, I’m sure he’d be here too. Oh, and to answer your question I got your number from Murray.”
“Uh-huh.”
You glance at your wristwatch; there’s a party in the Hills that you were planning on going to and you were going to have to leave soon if you didn’t want to be stuck in traffic all night.
As if she had read your mind, you hear some shuffling on the line before Nancy decidedly takes over the conversation with a much more serious tone.
“Hi, sorry to bother you this late but we wanted to ask if perhaps you had seen the latest issue of Subrosa? It seems like you and Steve are on the cover.”
Exhaling a laugh, you answer, “Yes, actually, saw it at the grocery store today, sorry you guys didn’t make the front page, I’m sure you’ll get them next time.”
“What? No, I mean, have you read the article? They’re printing lies about you both,” Nancy stutters out, indignantly.
“They’re saying that you and Steve had a private lunch and that he’s been seen sneaking out of the Hotel Mormont for weeks and that you might be pregnant? They’re even alluding to a fight breaking out between him and Jason Carver of all people.”
This causes you to fully chortle.
“I wish, that guy deserves a few punches to the face. I wouldn’t worry too much about it, though, everything they say about me is a lie.”
“What do you mean? Aren’t they supposed to have some journalistic integrity? Don’t they get in trouble for printing lies like this? Have you tried to contact their editors about this?”
The confusion you feel about this conversation is outweighed by how weirdly touched you feel that these girls who had only met you once seem so offended on your behalf.
“No, I mean, it’s a gossip rag, not like The New York Times or anything,” you placate, “and after all the terrible things they’ve said about in the past, I’m kinda just glad they got a half-decent picture of me. I appreciate you all calling about it though.”
And then, after a beat, you address the band’s lead singer, who has been oddly quiet throughout the whole exchange.
“I hope being pictured with me didn’t sully your reputation, Flirty Frontman.”
Really, you didn’t care if Steve was bothered by the whole thing, you just hoped that he wasn’t making his bandmates call you on his behalf. You didn’t know what to make of the guy quite yet. On one hand, he was completely sweet to you most of the lunch, he spent the meal asking you questions about yourself and refilling your drink without you having to ask. But the tantrum he had thrown reminded you a little too much of the dangerously self-absorbed musicians that had grown sick of these last few years.
“Me? No, I’m fine. Did you see how great my hair looked?”
You laugh silently at his answer. His hair did look great in the photo, but you were not about to give him the satisfaction of letting him hear that from you.
He continues, “Plus, they never really said anything terrible about me. They’re like, totally after you which is why Nance and Rob have been so worried, I guess. Are you good?”
His question comes out more hushed than everything else he’s said, and you are once again reminded of the earnest smiles you exchanged across the table a few days ago.
“I’m fine, Harrington, this is a regular Tuesday for me.”
With that, you bid goodbye to the band, citing your lateness, but not before expressing a very sincere thanks for their naïve concern.
The unexpected phone call makes you hit traffic, as you had predicted. You spend nearly an hour and a half in the back of a cab, the whole time, you can’t stop replaying the conversation you just had in your head.
Maybe there was more to the Downsides than met the eye?
***
This theory is proven, in part, after Hopper sends you a demo recording of some of their songs the following week.
The Downsides, you quickly find out, are good, like very good. Their music is like nothing you’d ever heard before: experimental and fun but polished and very technically sound. Steve’s vocals are annoyingly impressive—his growly timbre grounding the lighter sound and keeping it from sounding too saccharine. You can see them dominating the charts and blowing The Letterman’s and every other one-trick band out of the water.
The track they wanted you to jump on was part of the demos Hopper had sent out. It was called “Feel It”, a romantic song, tinged with melancholy but paired with an upbeat synth sound.
You had been sent a copy of the lyrics that included a cue for you to come in.
You practiced your part for days, agonizing over how you wanted to deliver the lyrics, and eventually, you came up with exactly what you wanted to do after making some minor adjustments.
You were actually excited to record the song until you remembered that you would have to come face-to-face with the band’s two asshole guitarists again.
On the day of the recording, you tried your best to be early, but you had been up tossing all night which caused you to oversleep then you lost your keys, and you were moving at the time, so your things were all over the place. You also had to turn around and come back when you realized you had forgotten the gift basket of cookies you were planning on bringing for the band—something left over from a package Charles Riva's team sent you as an apology for him blowing you off. All in all, you were about thirty minutes late.
You pulled into the Starcourt parking lot a harried mess and as you rounded the corner into the studio, you could hear the booming voice of Eddie Munson.
“She’s probably stuck circling the parking lot trying to find some working-class sucker to park her car. Harrington, why don’t you go check out there? Maybe you’ll get papped again and get another 5 minutes of fame.”
You hear Steve respond and while you can’t make out the words, you can tell he’s annoyed, embarrassed, or possibly both.
You can see the faces of every other band member fall like dominos as they each caught sight of you rounding the corner to stand directly behind Eddie.
Eddie though doesn’t seem to pick up on what’s clearly written on all their faces and persists through his tirade, “She’s only coming for the photo opp anyway—she doesn’t care about any of this.”
It’s Argyle who finds his voice first, “Eddie, man, isn’t that her?”
Eddie whips around and with comically wide eyes, looks down at you, grimacing.
You consider telling the guy off but decide against it.
If there is one thing you have learned these years it’s that while the male artists can throw fits, yell, scream, and even damage equipment without anyone as much as blinking an eye, one emotional misstep from you and you would be branded a diva. They would say you were difficult, rude, and find any excuse to toss you aside like they had so many women before you and you refused to let them have that satisfaction.
So, instead, you smile at the band, eyes lingering on Eddie for just a moment longer than on anybody else, to let him know that you had heard him, and then say brightly, “Sorry I’m late everybody. I brought some cookies.”
***
EDDIE: Yeah, it was a dick thing to say, and I regretted it immediately and not just because she brought us cookies.
I wasn’t—that wasn’t me.
I was just so angry about everything that I had lost, and I didn’t know where to put it all and then she shows up: this rich, spoiled girl who just seemed to float through life without a single fucking care or struggle, and suddenly I had an easy target.
I felt bad about it until she changed my fucking lyrics.
***
Unlike their guitarists, most of the band seemed pleased to see you and you spent a few minutes greeting everyone and handing around cookies while Eddie and Steve kept their respective distances—Eddie, sulking in a corner and Steve doing a poor job at pretending to tune his guitar.
“Okay kids let’s give the voices some space to do their thing,” Hopper says waving them through the door sounding more like a disgruntled parent than a manager.
In the end, it’s just you, Steve, Murray, and the sound booth tech. The latter two are busy prepping the sound and mic, leaving you and Steve standing in the back.
“Hey, I wanted to apologize about what I said the other day at lunch,” he leans in close to your ear, his eyes transfixed on his shoes.
“I didn’t mean it—not really. I guess I was just lashing out because, well, they keep changing things about the band without even talking to us. First, they made us go pop, then they made me give up lead guitar to Eddie because his previous band didn’t want him anymore, and then it seemed like they wanted to replace me with you and like, it’s not that I wouldn’t want you it’s just that—well they never even asked what we wanted, you know? I was frustrated about that, and I took it out on you and I’m sorry about that.”
You watch him as he digs the toe of his sneaker into the carpet, eyes downcast, clearly waiting for you to respond. You’re too busy contemplating his words, however, because an apology was the last thing you were expecting from him, much less such a sincere one.
Out of all the difficult men you had dealt with in your life—producers, musicians, lawyers, managers, former flings, hell, even your own father—you had never received an apology from any of them regardless of how poorly they’d treated you.
Steve’s eyes finally trail up to meet yours, searching your face for signs that he didn’t say the wrong thing yet again.
Seeing no trace of dishonesty on Steve’s face, you decide to trust the apology for what it is and nod in acceptance.
“I get it,” you say, and truly, you did, “I’ve had most of my career decisions made for me, and a lot of times, they weren’t really what I wanted. It makes the whole thing feel kind of…empty, doesn’t it?”
His face floods with relief as he nods along in understanding.
“Yeah, like does success matter if we can’t do things our way? Me and Rob, we’ve been best friends since we were little and this has always been our dream and now that it may be coming true, it doesn’t feel like we imagined. I guess that’s kinda stupid though, expecting things to be like you imagined them as a kid,” he laughs at himself nervously.
“No, it’s not,” you counter, “that’s not stupid at all.”
You understand Steve’s disillusionment completely because it mirrors your own.
“Listen, I get how you feel, trust me, but you got to keep going. You guys are good, and I think you could all be big one day and then it’ll be you who’s calling the shots and then you can kick me and Eddie to the curb,” you clearly say the last part in jest but that doesn’t stop the shame that rolls across Steve’s face.
“Hey, don’t say that. You’re really talented and we’re lucky that you’re doing us this favor. We’d be even luckier if we could get you to stick around. Munson I could give or take, though.”
His joke makes you laugh so loud that Murray turns around and glares.
***
Steve was sent into the booth first to record his final vocals for the song, leaving you to observe.
As they set Steve up, your eyes kept bouncing over to the newly appeared Eddie, trying to figure out what exactly he was doing there.
“I wrote the song,” Eddie explains, after catching your eye.
“Oh,” you say, not bothering enough to hide your surprise, “well, congratulations, it’s a good song.”
You catch him eyeing the plate of cookies at your side. You open your mouth to offer him a cookie, but the echo of his words rings fresh in your mind, so instead, you reach for one and make a big show of savoring it.
Steve records his part of the vocals in five takes. He appears a bit nervous at first but eases into his groove rather quickly.
As the audio engineer is setting up the booth for you, you feel your own nerves rise. You wanted this to go well. You wanted to impress Steve and Hopper and even Eddie.
They signal you into the booth and the first two times, you record the song exactly how it’s written. Then, on the third one, you switch up the final chorus.
The original lyrics were: Fear in your heart, can’t conceal it/ But baby, my loves your cure, can’t you feel it? / Lay your hope bare next to mine/ and even if the world caves in, we’ll be fine
You changed the lyrics to: Fear in your heart, can’t conceal it/ But baby, my loves your cure, can’t you feel it? / Lay your flaws bare next to mine/ because when the world caves in, I’ll leave you cryin’
The change was slight, you thought, but meaningful.
The original version—Eddie’s version—was too hopeful. It was a boring portrayal of lovers staying with each other through thick and thin.
Your change added some conflict and dimension to the narrative. You made it better.
“What the hell was that?” Eddie pushed past Murray to yell into the mic that fed into the booth.
You roll your eyes at him dramatically interrupting your take, “I was just trying something out.”
Hopper pulled Eddie back by the shoulder while Murray wrestled the mic from him.
“Woah, sweetheart, pump the breaks. That was good. Better than the original. Can we run that one more time but with your lyrics instead? Harrington, we’ll re-record some of your parts too.”
Hopper has to all but carry Eddie out the door after he hears that.
***
EDDIE: The thing that pissed me off the most was that her version of the song was better. I just didn’t want to admit it because I wrote that song about Chrissy, about how even though I was so scared I was going to fuck up our relationship, she understood that and was willing to work through that with me. Her version was much closer to what actually happened and that hit a little too close to home.
***
“Woah, what did you two do to Eddie?” Robin demands as soon as you and Steve are dismissed into the hallway. “Hopper pretty much had to drag him out in tears!”
You worry at your bottom lip, caught in the wondering eyes of the group. At the time, you felt like you were doing the right thing, but now you wonder if you had forgone the common courtesy of at least letting him know you had changed the song. You didn’t want to come across as unprofessional as he accused you of being.
“I should probably go talk to him,” you say in response.
“Geez, Robin. Was the third degree really necessary there? This is just like last week’s DMV visit all over again,” Steve chastises as they all watch you walk away.
***
You find Eddie in the smoking area, cigarette in hand. “Hey, listen can we talk—"
Eddie turns dangerously to face you, cutting you off.
“You know what your fucking problem is? No one’s ever said no to you so you think you can do whatever the hell you want and that everyone else just rolls over and gives it to you because you’re so pretty and charming and rich.
“Well, you may have the rest of those assholes fooled but I see right through you, okay?”
Your eyes narrowed in response before you snap back.
"First of all, you don't know anything about me, so stop pretending that you do. I have worked hard to be here, just like the rest of you, and as far as this song goes, my name is going to be attached to it too, so I have just as much of a right to give input as you or Steve. It was wrong that I didn't say anything to you beforehand, sure, and I apologize for that, but let's not pretend that you've been the epitome of professionalism here either because you've been an ass to me since we've met, and I don't know why but I won't stand for it again. Fuck you, Eddie Munson,” you spit out before turning on your heel and stomping away.
***
EDDIE: That was hot, not gonna lie.
***
“Are you really going to let some mangy metalhead from Bumfuck, Nowhere keep you from finally doing what you want?” Murray asks exasperatedly when you call him to complain about the exchange later that night.
“Listen, I’ve recorded a lot of songs in that studio, some of them great, most of them mediocre, but today blew all of them out of the water. The band’s never sounded better and neither have you, frankly. If you gave up the chance to finally write your own songs and sound this good while doing it, that would be flat-out idiotic. You know that, right?”
The line goes still.
“Yes,” you finally say.
“Great, now that that’s settled, why don’t you get some rest, huh? Ruining Muson’s day must have tired you right out.”
You exhale a laugh before saying goodbye.
Although you would never say it to his face, you were grateful for Murray. It was nice having someone looking out for you.
***
MURRAY: Brenner loved the track. After that, we had a very short time to make a lot of big things happen. The Downside’s debut album was already 70% recorded, but now that we had a whole other person on vocals, we had to scrap a good portion of the work they had already done and rerecord with our new vocalist. We couldn’t even celebrate our victory because we were just getting started.
Those poor kids had no clue what was coming.
***
When your phone rings a few mornings later, you suspect it’s Murray again with an update on the song, and while you’re right about the message, you’re wrong about the messenger.
“Hi, it’s Steve, uh, Harrington. Obviously,” you hear a familiar voice crackle over the line.
“Oh? And to what do I owe the honor Mr. Obviously?” you respond.
“Oh, very funny. Listen, I wanted to call and let you know that we just heard from Hopper that Brenner and his guys liked our song, and they want us to continue, you know… recording together and stuff. So, yeah, would that be something you’re interested in… being a part of, you know, the band?” his voice wavers a bit as he asks.
“Is that even a choice?” you fire back, “I was under the impression that once Brenner gave the go-ahead, it was pretty much a done deal.”
He clears his throat in response, “I think you deserve to have a choice. I talked to the rest of the band, and they agree and if you don’t want in, we’ll back you… even if that means breaking our Starcourt contract.”
The line goes silent as you contemplate the gravity of what Steve has just said. The Downsides would be willing to put their own career at risk just to assure you the luxury of choice.
The answer was easy after that.
“I’m in,” you say after a few moments of terse silence. “I want to be a part of the band.”
You can all but see Steve pumping his fist on the other side of the line.
“That’s great! That’s great news. I’m glad my asshole tendencies didn’t put you off,” he laughs, relieved.
“I mean, it was a tough sell,” you tease back, “but I think we can be good together. The band, I mean.”
You wonder if you’ve said the wrong thing when his joyous peals of laughter stop suddenly at your words.
“Actually, um, about that,” he begins, once again nervously, “I’m really grateful that you’re giving us—the band—a chance and that you were nice enough to record the single with us in the first place. And, I mean, I know I’m already pushing my luck with the universe and you but maybe—uh, maybe today it’s my turn to be the luckiest guy in the world? Who knows?”
You have absolutely no clue what he’s getting at, and you let him know as much.
“Right, hm, I was wondering if I could take you out, on a date, to celebrate us becoming a band but also like, you know, a date. I know I made a total ass of myself, but I really like you, and I think you're gorgeous and talented and smart. I know I may not deserve another shot, but I would love it if you gave me one.”
You’re at a loss for words. First, you’re not even sure if you want to trust Steve fully, not quite yet. Sure, he apologized, but a part of you wonders if he only did it to get on your good side once he had seen how your pre-established infamy could serve him after that Subrosa article ran. Murray mentioned how radio runtime for the few EP songs The Downsides had in the rotation tripled since the publication. It definitely wouldn’t have been the first time you were being used like this.
Even if you could find it in yourself to look past that (and who knows, maybe you could?) there was still the matter of what Murray and Hopper had so delicately mentioned that day at lunch.
“I’m sorry, Steve, I don’t think that would be very professional. Especially on account of our… front-facing, romantic narrative.”
“Our what?”
***
MURRAY: I thought that Hopper had gotten his team on the same page about the more personal aspects of the band’s arrangement, but apparently, I was wrong. None of them had any clue what was going on and the thing about running a ruse is that people that are in on it kind of have to know that they’re in on it.
A few days before we began re-recording, the girl called me all in a tizzy because she accidentally spilled the beans, not knowing that Harrington had no clue at all about the plan.
I then call Hopper; it turns into this whole thing. We had to arrange an emergency meeting with the two of them and the entire legal team.
A bit slow on the uptake, that Harrington kid, but he got there. Eventually.
He was harder to convince than the girl, though. At least she didn’t have a problem with lying to the public. But Harrington was all about that Midwestern “integrity” and “letting the music speak for itself”. Hop eventually had to spell it out real simple for him: either they do this, or the entire band was cooked.
STEVE: I guess after like 15 years the ruse is finally up, huh? Yeah, the relationship was fake. Or, at least, it started out that way. Listen, it was complicated and we’re getting ahead of ourselves.
But, if you’re asking about what I was thinking when they finally told me their plan, well, I wasn’t happy or on board at all. It felt like we had already given up so much of ourselves for this—like, where do you draw the line, you know?
But then Hopper reminded me that it wasn’t all about me: Nancy had dropped out of college to be in the band, Jonathan…he had his sick little brother to take care of, and even Munson was going to be in trouble if he didn’t fulfill his contract with Starcourt.
It was selfish to say no, in my opinion. And really, what was I losing? I got to make music for a living and parade around, pretending to date a total hottie while doing it. I mean, the only way it could’ve gotten better was if the relationship had been real.
***
After what feels like days—but is most likely hours—with the Starcourt legal team, you and Steve are finally released with a very long grocery list of instructions that include a minimum number of required public appearances; a very specific list of acceptable PDA; and interestingly, enough, a sample NDA in case either of you wanted to “be involved” with anyone on the side.
“Nothing says romance like NDA, right?” you weakly joke in an attempt to break the ice.
“How are you so okay with this?” Steve shoots back, seemingly stunned.
“Well, it’s not like this is my first rodeo, or my fourth, or my sixth.”
And before he can question further, you tell him everything, starting with Jason fucking Carver.
***
STEVE: I couldn’t believe it. They had been forcing her to pretend to be involved with all these guys for years. It was super fucked up, but she stuck with it. That’s how much she wanted it. How could I possibly let her down after that? Especially with my own selfish, dumb feelings? She was right, we needed to keep it professional, no matter how hard that was going to be for me.
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Summary: your little brother, dustin henderson’s older friend, eddie munson has taken an interest in you. he spends his days lounging around your house, flirting with you and annoying the shit out of dustin in the process.
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@stranger-nightmare - (Blog is 🔞)
Younger (GN!Reader)
Summary: stressing about the future is no fun, so Eddie takes you on an impulse trip to remind you to live in the moment, to remind you of just how alive the two of you are
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@aureatopia
I’m in love with their Call It Fate, Call It Karma Miniseries. And this oneshot: Can't We Stay Like This Forever? just makes my heart melt.
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@princesssmimi
Eddie x Reader with stuffed animal(s) This is just so adorable.
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@moonlightsolo
Eddie x Ballerina!Reader
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@cunninghamschrissy
Eddie Headcanons about Max (since they’re neighbors. Platonic.) ⚠️
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@hawkins-losers
Blind Date With The Freak - (F!Reader) (Word count: 1.3k)
Summary: You get set up on a blind date with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson as a joke from your friends. The joke’s on them because you end up having a really great time
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@the-case-book-of-fanfiction
Your Favorite’s Here (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) Eddie x fem!Henderson!reader (This one is just so adorable because it’s flustered Eddie and he’s precious.) (Word count: P1 - 3k, P2 - 1.8k)
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@yesloverboy
Hot For Teacher (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) - (word count: part 1 - 5.5k part 2 - 6k part 3- 7k) (it’s a classmate/tutor not a teacher teacher) Eddie Munson x Henderson!sister!reader
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@luminnara (Blog is 🔞)
comforting GN!reader who is upset b/c they lost their security blanket (This one is also listed under Billy because it’s for both of them)
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@spiderrrling
Something’s Gotta Give - Eddie Munson x Reader (this one is so cute)
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@hellfirewhxre
Insecurities Eddie (Fem!Plus size!Reader) (word count 1.5k)
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@florestmoon
Such a Strange Girl - (Fem!Plus Size!Reader)
Summary: Two of Hawkin’s branded Freaks form a friendship. Who can say they were surprised ? Eddie finds himself drawn to your personality and falls deeper as you make a place in his life.
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♥Steve Harrington♥
@constillatedchaos
dad!Harrington x pregnant!reader This is too precious
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@once-upon-an-imagine
Steve Harrington x Munson!Sister!Reader - Steve doesn’t know Eddie is her brother. (This is honestly the first Munson!Sister things I’ve even seen and I loved it.)
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♥Billy Hargrove♥
@radicalbilly
Friends Support Friends Billy x F!Reader 🔞 + Boyfriend Material (I still need to read through the rest of the master list but I love what I’ve read so far)
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@luminnara (Blog is 🔞)
comforting GN!reader who is upset b/c they lost their security blanket (This one is also listed under Eddie because it’s for both of them)
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(Not all had word counts so not all.. have word counts listed)
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