HAPPY SEASON 4 DAY!

Beware The Bitch!

Eddie Munson x reader 

warnings: strong language, slow burn, mentions of sexual things, alcohol and drugs.

summary: The new Kid Gareth falls for Chrissy Cunningham, shame she cant date unless her sister does. but things change when Jeff and Gareth ask for help from none other then Hawkins resident freak and Basketball captain, Jason Carver

authors note: all the young adults are in highschool, and so are the party members, Joyce and hopper are together, Billy isn't a pimple on anyones ass. and the upside down never happened. I might make a playlist for you guys to listen to while reading! have fuuun masterlist - next part :)

PROLOGUE: Welcome to Hawkins High, your typical public High school in Hawkins, Indiana. The year was 1999 and the halls filled with students strategically separated based on social grounds for example, you cant be a geek and sit at the basketball teams table, nor can you be a basketball player and sit at the freaks table, basically monarchies shit. y/n's circle tho, wasn't named. it consisted of Robin Buckley, one of the schools band members. King Steve Harrington, who has probably gone out with every chick that went to Hawkins High. Nancy Wheeler, the head of the Hawkins highs post. Johnathan Byers, the photographer for the Hawkins High post. Argyle Chigliak, Mr high all the time. and of course you couldn't forget the little ones. ..... Black Doc Martins hit the ground of the schools parking lot as y/n grabbed her coffee, backpack and books. closing the door of her 1963 Dodge Dart, almost dropping her Coffee as a hand caught it "Jesus y/n/n, what's up with you this morning?" Steve asked as he could hear deftones blaring from y/n's headphones that rested on her head. she locked her car making sure it was off before throwing her keys in her bag, fixing herself before taking her coffee from Steve "I woke up late, or so I thought before Chrissy decided it would be funny to mess my clock up" She sighed taking a sip of her coffee "what? I don't look that dead, I managed to do my makeup on the way here, why does it look bad?" She asked looking at Steve worried "you look great, and your makeup looks great like everyday, Steve is just being an asshole!" Robin said joining her friends as she put a an arm around y/n's shoulder, y/n looked through her bag as she pulled out a compact she assumed was Chrissys, realizing her makeup did look like everyday. mascara concealer under her eye and on her nose, eyeliner on her waterline, highlighter on the inner corner of her eye and eyelid as well as long her eyeliner mid way. blush and highlighter on her cheeks as well as highlighter on her nose along with purple tinted lips "you dick" she said pushed Steve as she put the compact in her bag and taking a sip of her coffee Robin laughed as Steve bumped into someone apologizing to the curly haired boy, whom he didn't recognize. Gareth watched him walk away, as he scratched his head, looking at the paper he was given "you lost?" a dark skinned boy asked as he approached Gareth "uh-yea. trying to find the guidance counselors office. I'm Gareth" he said as Jeff nodded "Jeff, ill show you man come on. nice badge, you like Sabbath?" Gareth nodded as he Jeff walked along into the school "yea one of my favorite bands actually..." The brunette trailed off as a girl with strawberry blonde hair moved past him "Ah- Chrissy Cunningham. Queen of Hawkins, I wouldn't try buddy, her dad has a strict no dating rule, unless in the case that her sister gets a boyfriend." Jeff explained as Gareth eyes followed Chrissy to her friends "that right there. is y/n Cunningham, the evil witch of Hawkins" Jeff said as he pointed to y/n, who ripped off a poster about prom and threw it in the trash, right in front of the girl who put it up. "no guy has ever gotten to a first date with her. two out of three ended up in the hospital and one is no where to be found" Jeff chuckled as he led Gareth to the office "I'll see you during lunch, man" Jeff said as he walked off leaving Gareth alone to wait outside the counselors office ... "So, Gareth. Here we go." Miss Sam said as she opened Gareth's folder, her eyebrows furrowed as she dropped her glasses from her head to the tip of her nose "9 schools in 10 years, my my... Army brat? impressive" She said nodding as she looked at the boy who looked around the office before looking back at the older woman, giving her a small smile, as Gareth went to open his mouth to answer her, she quickly interrupted "That’s enough. I'm sure you won't find Hawkins High any different than your old school. Same little asswipe shit-for-brains everywhere, so good luck!" the old lady said shocking Gareth with her use of words

"Excuse me. Did you just say... Am I in the right office?" he asked confused as he looked around before looking back at her "Not anymore you’re not. I’ve got deviants to see and a novel to finish. Now scoot. Scoot!" she yelled at him as he grabbed his bag quickly leaving but not before he bumped into, Hawkins resident freak, Eddie Munson. "I-uh, excuse me" the shorter boy mumbled as he walk off confused. "Ah, Eddie Munson, I see our visits are weekly now." She said looked at him through her glasses "only so we can have our lovely moments, love. should I hit the lights?" he grinned as he leant against the doorway "Oh very clever, devil boy. Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria?" "I was joking with the lunch lady. It was a bratwurst." he shrugged as he looked up at the ceiling before back at her, giving her his signature Eddie Munson smirk as she took a glance as his groin suspiciously "Aren’t we the optimist? Next time keep it in your pants, okay? Scoot!" she said brushing him off as he rolled his eyes, leaving the office and heading off. ... Thunder kiss '65 by White zombie could be heard coming from her headphones, as she unlocked her locker, stuffing whatever she didnt need for the first three periods and slamming it, jumping once she saw Chrissy "Jesus, Chris." she mumbled moving one of her headphones off her ear "Sorry, I was wondering if you've got any ya know, I ran out." she said fiddling with her fingers as y/n nodded "uh, hold this" she said handing Chrissy her coffee before digging through her backpack "there we go" she said discreetly handing two pads to her sister "come find me if you need anymore" she said as Chris nodded "thanks" she said taking a sip of y/n's coffee before handing it back to her "hey-" she said as she sighed "Good morning" Nancy said standing next to y/n on the other side "Hey Nance, where's Johnathan?" y/n asked as she handed Nancy her coffee "Argyles van broke down, so he's getting him off of whatever road he decided to take now" She shrugged looking into y/n's locker "you really need to get organized" the brunette said as she looked into her friends messy locker "its not as bad as everyone makes it out to seem, calm down" y/n chuckled as she slamming her locker shut, locking it again as she took her coffee from her friend "thanks. you ready for English?" Nancy nodded holding her binder close to her "yea, EP is so easy, dunno why the guys and rob say it isn't" she shrugged as y/n chuckled again "yea well, the inside of Steves head is more hair then brain so, not too surprised" she said as she took her final sip of her coffee before Jeff bumped into her "Jesus, watch where you're going!" she snapped before walking off with Nancy who scolded her, Gareth shocked as he watched her walk off "see not easy to talk to" Jeff said brushing the interaction off as he and Gareth continued their path ... "I loved it, it was sooo romantic" Tammy Thompson spoke as she held her hands close to her chest, causing y/n to visibly cringe looking back at her as she rolled her eyes "Romantic? Hemingway?! He was an abusive alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers." y/n shrugged keeping her gaze forward as she rolled her eyes "As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag who has no friends? take a chill pill sweetheart, it'll help with your period" Jason spoke as Andy patted his back "pipe down, blonde. cause Some day you’re gonna get bitch-slapped and I’m not gonna do a thing to stop it." Mr. Morgan spoke staring at jason, y/n's rings clinked together as moved to turn around "I guess in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time." she said glaring back at Jason before looking at Mr. Morgan who sighed putting his hands up "lord I give up" .... Hope you enjoyed it!!

HEAR ME OUT.

i used to write on wattpad for finn wolfhard- n i remembered a plot for a story- that i am going to redo, for Jo Jo or Ed’s- dunno who yet- BUT ITS GOOD YK

a little more context, reader is the daughter of a really important mafia leader, Joseph (who i feel like fits the role more) is also the son of a really important mafia leader who’s the readers fathers nemesis, reader is sent to kill joseph, because that’s what will determine if her father’s empire is left to her. that’s all ima say.

intimacy is not just experienced through sex. it's crying together. it's whispering late at night. it's talking about growing up and what used to scare you. it's going places that remind you of your childhood. it's feeling each other without touching. it's exchanging energy.

Champanges Coast

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Model! Reader

warning: language and adult themes

events of upside never happened.

Eddie Munson was a rockstar now. The kind who had stadiums chanting his name, who grinned from magazine covers with rings on every finger and a cigarette hanging from his lips. But some things never changed—he still played his guitar like he was exorcising ghosts, still laughed too loud, still never really believed any of this was real.

Then he met Ethel.

She was the kind of beautiful that felt like an accident, something effortless and wild, like ink bleeding into water. An up-and-coming supermodel, fresh off the Paris runways, with sleepy eyes and a voice like a sigh. They met at some party neither of them wanted to be at—dim lights, neon flickering against velvet walls, the smell of expensive perfume and liquor hanging in the air. Eddie had been lingering by the bar, nursing a whiskey on the rocks, when she walked past him, draped in something silk and barely-there, and smirked like she knew a secret he didn’t.

“Not your scene?” she asked, leaning beside him, her presence electric.

He snorted. “What gave it away?”

She shrugged, taking a sip of her cocktail. “You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.”

“Not anywhere,” he said, and he didn’t know why he said it, but the way she looked at him made him feel like maybe he meant it.

They ended up sneaking out together. Ditching the party for the city streets, where the air was cold and sharp, where they could breathe again. The neon signs buzzed above them, painting their skin in flickers of pink and blue. They walked with no real direction, just the sound of their footsteps on wet pavement and the occasional flicker of a passing car. Eddie told her about the first time he played in front of a crowd, how he was shaking so bad he thought he’d drop his guitar. She told him about the first time she walked a runway, how the lights were so blinding she felt like she was floating.

“Still get nervous?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Every damn time.”

She grinned. “Me too.”

They ended up in some tiny 24-hour diner, sharing a plate of fries, Blondie playing softly on the jukebox. She slipped off her heels, stretching her legs across the cracked vinyl booth, her bare foot nudging against his under the table. He could still smell her perfume, something floral and sweet, and when she laughed, it curled around him like cigarette smoke.

“You’re not what I expected,” she said, tilting her head, watching him like she was trying to figure him out.

“Oh yeah? What’d you expect?”

She smirked. “More… rockstar.”

He scoffed. “Trust me, sweetheart, I’m plenty rockstar.”

“Mm.” She pretended to consider. “I don’t know… I think you might just be a boy with a guitar.”

Eddie leaned in, smirking right back. “Lucky for you, I’m both.”

And maybe it was the late hour, or the cheap diner coffee, or the way her eyes held the city lights in them, but when she reached across the table, lacing her fingers through his, Eddie Munson, rockstar, completely forgot about the rest of the world.

update

his graduation was a few weeks ago, and i fell into a spiral. crying all the time, the mere thought of getting out of bed made me feel sick. my friend to cheer me up got me to talk to this boy, turns out his sister made all of year 11 completely hell for me. the whole thing was short lived.

my band was performing at his graduation, and i got there early, i was gonna go in and watch his ceremony but i couldn’t, i started crying when i heard his name and ran off. i didn’t go up to him the entire time i was there. didn’t even say goodbye when i left. i couldn’t bring myself to do it. that same morning i sent him a text saying how i hate how we’re on bad terms (told him i was in love with him and i had to stop for the sake of my sanity) but i just wanna say how proud i am. we got to talking and he told me we were never on bad terms. but he wishes that we had more time together as friends then fighting over something that he doesn’t even count as a real relationship. this is the first guy i’ve ever loved we are talking about. he ended up telling me too that i was just a rebound. i puked like i e never done before in my entire life. june is his last month here before he’s off to college, told me he’s never coming back but he’ll miss me. you know what’s the worst part of all of this? i just wanna hug him. don’t care what happens after. i dedicated strangers to him by ethel cain (who i recently got into and she’s all i ever listen to because i connect to her songs in a whole other level as weird as that sounds but i feel so content.) because it just described everything i’m feeling. it goes from me wanting to be his, to worrying if i’ve hurt him or done anything, to me mocking him and asking if he feels guilty for any of it. all he said was. he’s sorry. he’s fucking sorry. sorry won’t fix what he’s done. sorry won’t give me a year of my life back. it won’t give me all the tears i’ve cried back. i wasn’t enough for him to love. i was a fucking rebound. if i throw myself off a building. it would’ve hurt less then hear him call me a rebound. tell me that everything we did (sexual or not) made him feel shameful. i’ve never ever had a guy see me in that way BUT him. AND HE FEELS FUCKING SHAMEFUL? I SHOWED HIM PARTS OF ME I NEVER WANT ANYONE TO SEE OR TOUCH. AND HES FUCKING ASHAMED? HOW IS THIS FAIR? WHY TF IS NTH EVER FUCKING FAIR TO ME. IM NOT FUCKING LOVEABLE. IM JUST THE REBOUND. OR THE GIRL YOU ASK FOR SEX OR SHIT. I AM NOT LOVEABLE.

istg.

i'm not god's strongest soldier.

TW mentions sh

my mom smashed my metallica and guns n roses vinyls because she saw my scars. i am sobbing.

she moved on. she likes someone new.

Hate myself for loving you!

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar! Reader

warning: language and adult themes

enemies to lovers (slow burn)

events of upside never happened.

face claims for Miranda and Mark are Maryl streep and robert di naro

border/lace credit to @benkeibear

the songs mentioned and lyrics are current songs. they ARE NOT MINE. i will be listing the songs in a separate post. but imagine whatever song in a rock/metal sound.

1989!

“absolutely fucking not.” Eddie scoffed as he glared and Mark, Corroded Coffins manager. The rest of the guys stayed absolutely quiet. “and why not Munson? mind you ever since you two started out they’ve always been on top of us no matter what! so what could possibly make you not want to make a song together! you both play the same genre so what the fuck is the problem now Munson?” Mark said as he glared at Eddie. “Problem is they are a fucking disgrace to rock music! simple.” Eddie said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“fuck no!” y/n said as she stared at Stacey in complete disgust, The girls looking over at y/n knowing the exact reason for her outburst. “and why not?” Miranda asked raising her eyebrows at y/n which wasn’t a good sign. “because… we always top their songs on the charts! we’d be doing them a favour if anything.” y/n said as she crossed her hands over her chest. Miranda wasn’t convinced. she knew there was a reason. but she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

“he threw a whole tantrum, said that he refused to sing with a bunch of disgraces to the rock world as he put it” Mark said over the phone as Miranda walked down the halls of their record label, walking back to her office as her assistant followed her. “threatening wouldn’t work….” Miranda mumbled as she moved to sit on her chair, behind her desk “i’m all out of ideas Miranda.” Robert huffed as Miranda rubbed the bridge of her nose “i’ll call you back Mark” Miranda said as she ended the call and stared at the frame on her desk. a picture of all the girls when they won their first grammy.

Eddie walked out the building and rolled his eyes as their cameras began flashing. it was a well known fact all over the world that Eddie munsons biggest enemy was paparazzi. they annoyed him too much. he put his glasses on before walking over to his car, pushing through the large crowd as he made it inside his car and drove off, not giving a fuck who was where. he just wanted to go home and relax. he took a glance at his glove box. knowing exactly what he’d hid in there. when he moved to open it he took a glance back at the street only to press on the break

1986!

Eddie ran through the hallways of hawkins, in his first, was a paper. hes going to graduate. the most important thing right now was to find her and tell her that he’d done it. that he’d passed. he’d gotten to her locker right when she did, he wrapped his arms around her and spun her around before slamming his lips against hers as she let out a fit of giggles. once he put her down he looked at her as he wore the biggest smile she’d ever seen on his face. “what?” y/n giggled as she licked her lips, wiping off her red lipstick from Eddie’s face.

“i’m fucking graduating. i passed!” Eddie smiled as he handed y/n the paper, she grabbed it her smile soon after copying the same one he had on his face. “you did it! i’m so proud of you!” she smiled as she hugged him tightly. Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist again as he felt her arms around his neck. he took in her scent as he kissed the side of her head. “and since i did, i’m taking you out for dinner and then a lovely two course desert back at my place” he teased as he bumped their noses, causing y/n to smile as she gave him a peck “i’m not apposed to the idea” she smiled before watching as Dustin ran over to the two

“watch it ya fucking asshole!” y/n yelled as she had pulled Robin back from getting run over, therefore their coffee landing all over the road. the girls were too caught up in making sure they were ok that they hadn’t noticed who the driver was. Eddie had noticed who he almost ran over, his face fell for a moment before he hit the gas and sped off. y/n glared at the car from the back cursing under her breath “i hate new yorkers.” y/n said as Robin chuckled “if you haven’t realised we are new yorkers” Robin said to which y/n rolled her eyes

“you wanna get another coffee?” Robin asked as y/n shrugged “sure, the asshole ruined mine anyway” she said as she put her hands back into her leather coats jacket as she and robin walked back into the store. Eddie gulped as he’d realised who he almost ran over, he rubbed his chest as he felt it tighten. their time together bringing tears to his eyes. it was all his fault. she hated him and it was his fault. she would never believe him. he missed her. ached for her. Eddie turned the radio on in hopes of it changing his mood. but he was met with her voice booming through the stereo. it was the song that made Glass Army the band that it is today. the song came out right after Corroded coffin released their first single, Vampire. which was dedicated to y/n. “up next! Glass Army’s hit song, I don’t care!” the radio host said as the song started.

Eddie remembers vividly the first time he heard the song. the hurt in y/n’s voice in the recording. which was kept in. it was her response to Vampire and Eddie knew it, because the cover of Vampire was a polaroid of y/n’s hand on Eddie’s guitar. her face didn’t show, it was just her hands around the neck of his guitar. they took the picture after y/n jokingly got long nails with bats on them for their prom. they looked great and that’s why Eddie took the picture, she had slipped on all his rings too. but the cover image to i don’t care was a bunch of polaroids, on fire. one of the polaroids were of Eddie’s old van and their tree carvings. of course, the E in the picture was burnt out but Eddie knew.

1986!

y/n giggled as Eddie inspected each nail “that’s so fucking cool baby” Eddie chuckled as y/n smiled, moving to peck his lips before grabbing his hands and slipping his rings off, if this was in any other instance with someone else, Eddie would’ve caused a scene at his rings being taken, but it was y/n. he’d give her his soul and organs if she asked. y/n laid on Eddie’s bed as she grabbed sweetheart from next to her, placing it on her as she wrapped her hands on its neck in a way to show off her nails, Eddie grabbed his camera and snapped a bunch of pictures.

Wayne smiled as he heard their giggles through the walls. Eddie put the guitar and camera aside before he climbed on top of y/n, his hands on either side of her head, his lips ghosting hers as she stared into his eyes. their lips connected as they moved to the rythme of ‘still loving you’ by the scorpions in the back. “you know i love you?” Eddie muttered against her lips as her lipstick smeared off, she nodded kissing him again as she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him close “i know ed’s…i know.” she muttered back

yk i loved her. i loved her so so bad. and she never fucking cared.