Slipping Through His Fingers

slipping through his fingers

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Ex!Reader AU

Summary: You’ve only wanted the best for Eddie, even if that means you’re no longer in his life. 

Word Count: 5.4k+

Warnings: language, ANGST ANGST ANGST GALORE (I’m so sorry) with a happy ending

Author’s Note: this has been brewing in my drafts for a week. I’m so excited for you guys to read this! Just a few notes: this takes place in 1991 so Eddie’s 25 and the reader is 24! Also listen to love of my life by harry styles to get the full angsty experience. Please, please, PLEASE let me know what you think! Enjoy xoxo 

The moment you step into the bar, you realize how much you regret agreeing to go on a double date with Annie, her boyfriend, and their friend they’ve been wanting to set you up with for the last several weeks.

The bar is way too crowded. You just want to go home and watch some trashy show before going to bed. Your day was especially long today at the hospital and the last thing you wanted was to sit in a crowded bar packed like sardines.

You know you can’t get out of the date. You can’t even pretend to be sick when your best friend knows it’s a fat lie. You just don’t want to be here in this shitty bar with shitty beer and shitty food.

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damn yeah pretty much 🫤

me: e-

my phone: eddie munson? is that what you want???? what, eddie munson on tumblr???! on twitter?!?! on fucking ao3??? Google?? where? WHERE could you possibly want to see him now? we get it, you LOVE eddie munson,.,. he's your favorite character ever, he goes 'this is music!' and 'don’t ‘cha big boy?'. you'd DIE fOr hiM, but don't you think it's time you thought of something else???? college?!? your future?????? YOU CAN THINK ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHI—

me: -ddie munson

I AM IN LOVE WITH IR EDDIE AND SEVEN SERIES BUT HEAR ME OUT what if sev had a lil childish crush on Eddie but didn’t understand it and asked the group (including Steve, Nacy, Jonathan) AND MAYBE if sev got jealous of Crissy and some point (this doesn’t have to affect the story line I was just curious) BUT LIKE HEAR ME OUT FR WHO WOULDNT HAVE A CRUSH ON EDDIE???

omg ! this made me laugh so much 😭 and i feel like you read my mind because i had an idea for sev, where she has a crush on gareth and patrick 🫣

small headcannon for:

eddie x platonic! experiment! reader (seven/sev)

- but yeah, the week she was with eddie, she sort of grew a small crush on him, because she wasn’t used to attention like that

- so she didn’t really understand it, but once she was with steve she was thinking ; “oh. well if you’re my brother, and you remind me of eddie for some reason, then i guess i actually just like eddie as a brother 🤨” (tbh she’s still confused) + she already called him her brother to steve at some point, so she refuses to tell anyone about it 🤭

- because it’s like she grew up wanting to be literally just like him, hence the music , hair , and (some of) her clothes and just style in general.

- but in reference to the crush thing and you reading my mind, it’s canon in this universe that she starts to have crushes on people that are older than her 😭

(this is a call out for myself btw and me about to be a senior is taking a toll on me send help 😐)

- her crush on gareth and patrick are pretty much like on the show kenan and kel, (if you haven’t seen it, you should it’s so good 😭)

- but pretty much kenan’s sister had a huge crush on his best friend kel, and it was literally so obvious 😭 or like the show my brother and me, where one of the brother’s friends is constantly trying to get with their sister and she’s always just like : no 😐

- but yeah, everyone knows about it and dustin and lucas snitch to steve and eddie about it all the time

- cue sev just popping up at gareth’s locker, asking him to help her with things after school, or go places with her, not realizing that she’s asking him out.

- so just as he’s about to accept, you just see eddie just coming out of nowehere and interrupting them eveytime, dragging sev away and doing that weird “i’m watching you” gesture to gareth

-gareth is honestly clueless about it, so whenever eddie does that and just shakes his head and mutters “for shame, gareth. for shame 😐” he’s just like, “the hell did i do, now?” because yes it’s a recurring situation , and yes eddie is always watching

- with patrick it’s kind of different, yes he knows, but he obviously isn’t going to do anything about it

- like he’s flattered but girl you’re fifteen, anddd he’s about to graduate 🧍🏾‍♀️

- but he appreciates it and doesn’t hurt your feelings or anything.

- unfortunately him complimenting you back and saying things like, “any guy who rejects you would be stupid.” he was talking about gareth, because you two are closer in age than you and patrick are.

- that doesn’t do what he thinks it does, so when he closes his locker the day after that, to you holding a stack of rare ass sports cards he’s just like “aww shit, i think i made it worse.”

- thankfully (but not really) big brother!steve found out because lucas and dustin live for the drama

- so one day he and eddie decided to hold an intervention for you

- it’s pretty much just steve bursting into your room, while eddie sits on the couch downstairs waiting for his cue

- steve really wasn’t going to say anything, thinking “it’s just harmless crushes 😊”

- but once he found out that you blew your allowance on an entire drumset and sports cards because wow! those were expensive! he can’t take it anymore

“okay i could handle your little crush/infatuation/obsession with munson down there!-

- because yes, he knew, how he found out was beyond you, but it was too late to deny it now.

“shut up i do no-“ you were cut off by him waving his hand dismissingly

“or even for your little things for those two!” he exclaimed pointing at the poster over your dresser and bed of kirk hammett and kelly lebrock. “uhh, kurt hamlet or whatever!”

“kirk hammet?! steve what are you babbling on about?!” you were so confused.

“but this crush on patrick has to dial down, at least a notch!” he stressed

“yeah, and gareth too.” eddie included, as he now stood, leaning on your doorframe.

“why? i’m not doing anything wrong! it’s you four that keep butting in! besides, it’s not like they’ll ever like me back! so you all can just screw off!” you yelled at them, kicking them out of your room, and slamming the door in their face with your powers.

- so that was productive!

- anyways you didn’t speak to steve, eddie, dustin, lucas, gareth, or patrick! for like two weeks.

- it’s like you became a ghost! they literally just didn’t see you in that time, and it’s like if they caught a glimpse of you, in the next second you were just gone 🤨

- dustin and lucas were hurt because you’d prefer to be around mike and max, than them? max, they understand but mike???

“maybe if you two just left her alone, she’d still be hanging out with you.” max and mike made fun of them one day.

- you forgave them all eventually and even talked to patrick and gareth once in your shared study hall, apologizing for if you ever made them uncomfortable.

“it’s okay, you’re good. was just a harmless crush.” patrick dismissed.

“wait she had a crush on me?” gareth asked him after you left when the bell rang.

- besides you had moved on now

- now focusing on the types of things that chrissy and tina, might be into… 😼😼😼

(not erica’s friend tina btw, the one that madelyn cline played in season 2 ! )

a/n: thank you for fueling this idea of mine anon, i actually want to write an actual mini-chapter about this now ! 🤭or even just a list of all the people she’s had crushes on and why 😭

eddie probably moves around in bed so much to the point where you fall out of bed almost every other night

just gotta write a blurb about this.

you love your metalhead boyfriend. you love his big doe eyes, and his rings, his badass hair, and his taste in music, the way he loves music. but god. if you hated one thing about him. it was the way he slept.

it came to a point you found it normal to be hanging off the bed or on the ground. or him right ontop of you like you were a body pillow. people think the marks on your bodies are from constant sex? no its from being beat up in your sleep.

and he feels so BAD.

you were watching your boyfriend snore softly, hair covering majority of his face and the rest stuffed into the pillow. you grinned as you swept some of his hair behind his ear. and he unconsciously smiled softly at the action.

this was the only part of falling asleep with him that you liked. the first hour. where he was still and quiet. he was a pretty sleeper too. you thanked god that there was a window right over the headboard, so the moonlight was able to shine right on him.

you could look at him from this angle forever.

until BWAM-

you let out a loud cry as you felt like the motherfucking moon had hit you right in the nose and eyes. this woke eddie up in a instant and he jolted up. he saw you on your knee's ass up and back arched, holding the bridge of your nose as your forehead was digging into the pillow. your hair curtaining in your face, "eddie what the fuck!"

"w-what did i do?!" he crawled over to you putting a hand on your back. "y/n!"

"broke my damn nose!" you groaned rocking back and forth and you could hear him cuss repeatedly.

"i'm sorry--i'm so so sorry--i love you. i'm so sorry. let me see..!" you slowly sat on your knee's and faced eddie. he cupped your face, wiping the tears that streamed out of your face with his thumbs, some of them simply from the impact of the hit. your nose was bleeding like crazy and start to bruise. you couldnt help but laugh at his reaction.

"dont worry, i dont think it's broken." you laughed eyelashes soaked with tears.

"we're taking you to the er." he said simply rolling off the bed with a loud thud, almost breaking the lamp from turning it on so aggresivley and pulling on some pants.

"with what money?" you scoffed putting a hand to your bloody nose that throbbed a bit.

"actually a few months ago a law was passed that, requires anyone who visits the er to be treated regardless of their financial issues." he said jumping a bit to pull on some pants and you snorted. "why are you laughing?! you're in critical condition right now!"

"...i love you." you laughed

scream my name - eddie munson

plot: you, eddie's precious angelface, are the lead singer of his favourite black metal band. and a chance meeting after your concert might pave the way for his dreams about you to become real.

cws: metalhead!reader, gn pronouns, blood, mentions of perfomatory self-mutilation, smoking, cigarettes, light sexual innuendos, no spoilers

wc: 1.7k

It's a wonder Eddie could even make his way through the crowd in the first place. The pit had been insane, and the performance itself was stellar--he loves your band as a whole, but his love for you is a lot deeper than that.

You're the poster child for the whole group. Not only are you unsettlingly pretty for the leader of a black metal band, but you're the one that's constantly coming up with new ideas for the shows, and if he hasn't seen them in person, you can damn sure bet he's heard the stories and forced the people telling them to retell them as many times as he can manage.

You've done the classics, smashing your guitars on stage and splintering the pieces across the crowd, but you moved on pretty quickly from that. Then it started getting even more intense--you've done everything from orchestrating stage fire to performing with barbed wire wrapped around your legs and tied down to the stage. Fans have told stories about your scars, about how you've even slit your hand open and got someone in the crowd to drink your blood, and Eddie wishes it could've been him. He's not sure if that one is true, but that hasn't stopped him from dreaming about it when he lays back in bed and blasts your music as he smokes and....does other things.

So to be in the audience for your shows is like…it's a spiritual experience. He's still in awe of it now, as people filter out while still cheering your name, but it dawns on him soon that since he's so close to the stage it's gonna take a pretty long time for him to get out and get going home–the drive here was long, and the drive back to Hawkins is gonna feel even longer so late at night. Lucky for him, his thief's eye catches sight of an unguarded door by the stage, and when he gets to the edge of the crowd he darts inside and lets it close behind him. Knowing venues like this, there's always a back door to get out into the alleyway. But once he makes it down the corridor lit by flickering fluorescent lights and turns the corner, he's taken by surprise by what, at first, he assumes is a security team.

But then, he sees you. Your bandmates are milling about ten feet further down near the real back door, but you're leaning against a doorframe that presumably leads to the lower area of the stage, taking a puff of your dwindling cigarette and staring off into the distance. And you're still covered in blood from the performance, the abundance of black leather in your outfit stained and crackly with what he only now realizes is most definitely real blood, so Gareth can shove his theory of you using the fake stuff up his ass. Your gimmick this time was to be showered by a waterfall of blood as you played your last set, and it had been glorious, the blood splashing all over the audience and making them look like a red sea of bodies as they sang along. So fucking cool, and he's fairly certain he at least got a little bit in his hair from where he had been standing himself.

But now, seeing you alone here, his first thought is to back away before he gets tackled by a bodyguard or something–but then your eyes meet, and to his absolute shock, you smile at him and wave him over.

"Heya, sweetheart. You liked the show?"

His steps are light, quick, but nervous. He's almost afraid to get within five feet of you, but the rest of your band don't bat an eye at him as he gets close enough to touch you. Eddie stares for a good, long few seconds just taking you in before he realizes that you asked him a question, and hurries to answer it.

"Loved it, I fucking loved it! It was…it was amazing. You're amazing."

Eddie breathes, barely able to comprehend the fact that you're even standing in front of him. You flick your cigarette butt away, your eyes never leaving his.

"Fuck yeah. I like to hear it."

God, your confidence is fucking hot. His crush on you isn't anything new to his friends and to anybody he can get to listen to your music, but those feelings flutter even more now that he's face to face with you. It's like he's falling in love all over again, the first time being when he heard your voice and saw you live on stage at his first concert of yours.

"I think I saw you cheering in the crowd, actually. I recognize the shirt."

You gesture towards the Hellfire logo with your curious eyes following suit, and he proudly sports a toothy grin before holding it out straight by the bottom, so you can get an even better look.

"Like it?"

"I love it. Very metal. What's your name, baby?"

Ohhhh, he just died. He might already be dead. He'd be happy dying right now, hearing the most metal person he's ever met calling him metal, and with a bit of stumbling over his words he manages to string together the letters of his own name. Luckily he hasn't forgotten.

"Eddie, huh?"

The way his name leaves your mouth, it's like…it's hard to explain. It's like hearing a voice in the summer breeze and turning around to find nobody there. It's enchanting.

"That's a nice name, sweetheart. Rhymes with a lotta stuff. Bet it would make for some good lyrics."

He's so entranced by you, your blood-covered face smeared in a thick layer of black makeup, that the pack of cigarettes and your signature lighter practically materialize in your hands. You pop one out with a smack and pull it out the rest of the way with your teeth, and when you gesture towards him with the rest, he quite happily follows suit and does the same to your obvious entertainment, if your grin when he does so is anything to go by. The box disappears back into your jacket, and you light the stick hanging out of your mouth with a flourish–and instead of lighting his the same way, you lean in and hover the end of your cigarette against his until it flickers into a flame. Fucking mercy.

"You wanna come to the afterparty, Eddie? Be my plus one?"

There's not even an ounce of a cough when you take a puff, the drag slow and smooth as you evaluate him for his answer. But not in the way that people at school around town often will–your stare is inquisitive, interested, and he can't sense any judgement from you even with your playful tone. You well and truly seem like a cool, relaxed person, so it makes it even less believable that he's actually being asked what he thinks he's being asked.

"Are you–are you serious?"

Your laughter comes as a surprise, and for the second that he thinks you really are just yanking his chain, he's still too in awe to think about anything but how much different it sounds. Your laugh is sweet and infectious, totally unlike the gritty, scream-filled songs that tear out of your lungs onstage.

"Serious as a heart attack. Don't have one, though--you're too cute to die."

You wink at him, your cigarette dangling as you reach into your back pocket and pull out a black handkerchief. With a couple wipes the dried blood comes off your cheeks and your forehead for the most part, leaving behind only streaks and crusted over bits around your hairline, along with smudging your makeup even more than it already was from your sweat. On anyone else it might be gross, but on you, it looks hot.

"Eddie, I don't invite just anyone. You're the first person to pique my interest in a while, and I wanna get to know you better. Maybe we can, y'know….collaborate."

The way that word flutters off your tongue makes him fidget and suck hard on his cigarette, his iconic rings twisting and tinging together so lightly that he would assume nobody would notice–but you do, and your gaze drops down…and stays down.

"Shit, I'll bring my guitar!"

"Oh, you play? Even better."

It takes him a second to understand what you're insinuating, and when he does, you turn your eyes back up and giggle at how red his face is getting. He just has to take another puff from his cig to try and hide his face in a cloud of smoke, but it's a feeble attempt at best.

You're so different from Hawkins, from everything about Hawkins. You're cool and you're hot, yes, but you're also just…special. You had every right to stomp on him or flat-out kick his ass to the curb, but you seem so interested and he can tell that you genuinely enjoy listening. For a lead singer, you seem to be much more of a listener than a talker. And you're just so kind, and unapologetic, and he thinks he's in love. He is in love. This has to be what it feels like, because he can't imagine anything feeling any better than this.

But as you're sharing a contemplative and almost romantic gaze, both your heads swivel at the sound of your manager, with a deep and crackly smoker's voice, barking at you to get yourself and your gear outside and into the van.

"Cool your ass, dickhead! C'mon, Eddie. Let's go, yeah?"

A little irritated that you have to throw away your cigarette without finishing it, you drop it to the ground and crush it with a black boot while Eddie does the same…and silently wishes it was him underneath your heel. You kick off the doorway you've been leaning on and the two of you head down the corridor towards the open door, a spray-painted hippie van idling while your mates pile their gear inside. And before you get there he feels a brush against his hand, and looks down to see you sliding your own inside his to squeeze it. It sends a fluttering feeling into his heart, and the sensation drops right into his groin when you lean over to whisper into his ear.

"Good boy. I can't wait to hear you sing for me."

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