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𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 includes: steve harrington, edward munson, jonathan byers, robin buckley, nancy wheeler

𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘀 includes: kaz brekker, inej ghafa, matthias helvar, jesper fahey, nina zenik, wylan van eck

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People here who started Buddy Daddies are either in love with the found family trope or down bad for Rei.

𝐊𝐀𝐙 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐊𝐊𝐄𝐑 | 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | kaz brekker x fem!ravkan!healer!reader.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | cursing, also don’t google what schat means if u want the full experience i’ll have it explained in the fic <3

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | after learning y/n does not speak kerch, kaz gives her a nickname in his native language that makes her want to pull her hair out - without ever knowing its real meaning. 

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | schat is the only dutch nickname someone can call me without seeing me cringe, i will not change my mind, ever. like, ‘liefje??’ or ‘mop??’ or ‘schatje??’ ATROCIOUS. 

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2.4k.

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--- love is still love

𝐊𝐀𝐙 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐊𝐊𝐄𝐑 | 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | kaz brekker x fem!healer!reader.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | cursing, mention of cutting fingers, y/n kills someone, pre-established relationship? but also not really? like there’s something but there’s never been a label put to it, spoilers! if you haven’t read the books (yet) and wouldn’t fancy seeing any spoilers, i’d advise to skip this one.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | you’ve been working with the crows for years, healing all their injuries without a flaw. until kaz stumbles through the door accompanied by a cut on a his stomach with the only poison you do not have an antidote for.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | first kaz fic let’s go - i’ve been working on this one for so long and i’m seriously so hyped, please let me know what you guys think <3 

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 7.0k.

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⚘ 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘀 --

kies jou. - kaz brekker. des. angst/fluff. kaz brekker didn't let hope cloud his judgment, but he lets it because it's you. | wc: 956

the trick - kaz brekker. des. angst. unrequited?feelings kaz is bad at falling in love s2! s&b. | wc: 1.4k

stop. you're losing me - eddie munson des. angst. eddie munson is man with a lot of things; you’ve stay by his side for so long, for too long. notes. stranger things s4 (minus you know what), established relationship, heavily inspired by madam t.swift song, through the years of loving eddie munson, rockstar!eddie, eddie being mean, dramatic, curse words, 17+, sad, sad, sad, (no jason here ;>)

hey! hey! I was supposed to post this last march but I had a thesis paper to finish haha, n e way, please enjoy angsty yet sweet love story of eddie munson! hihi, listen to 'you're losing me' by mama taylor swift while reading this. slay!

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Eddie Munson was a lot of things, he was kind, brave, misunderstood, chaotic, and creative, and Eddie Munson is also your love, perhaps all the things that people see in him that make them look away makes you stay. All the things they hate about Eddie Munson are the things you loved, his long hair, his club, his band, and all of him. But Eddie Munson is a lot.

He was a lot.

And maybe sometimes too much.

Too much.

⟴ DECEMBER ‘86

It started on the third subject, chemistry, your first fourth year, and his second fourth year, he sat next to you with all his glory, rings, and his noticeable Dio battle vest. He was hypnotizing, alluring, and scary, yet the moment he sat next to you familiarity sets in. He was warm and kind, and he was an open book, for you to read.

“What page are we…?”

His voice echoed in your ear as if playing a soft hymn.

“It’s Biochemistry, page 35…”

You looked over at him, his rigged book, his button eyes, his rings, and him.

“Thanks, sweetheart…”

Your heartstrings felt it, his soft voice, the nickname.

It was scary and yet…

You let him in.

— “you say i don’t understand and i say i know you don’t”

⟴ JULY ‘87

For seven months you talked and laughed with him, but you and he didn’t have anything in common and yet here you are wrapped in his bedsheets with him practicing his guitar next to you. The soft strings of the acoustic guitar met your ears it was soothing, and relaxing, you gazed into his eyes and dip your lips into his, to which he gladly respond, After a few moments, you two pulled away. 

As his eyes met yours, he whispered.

“What was that for, babe…?”

A chuckle left your chest. “You looked nice playing the guitar.” 

Eddie laughs and continues to play a song for you. Eddie gazes at you as he sings the softest song he knows. Then a knock was heard, outside his trailer a loud knock was heard.

“You gonna get that..?”

He stood up and worry settles in his eyes, he was hiding something from you, something that would break you. As he opened the door, a man in baggy clothes shows up next to the man three grown men with dilated pupils and slouched shoulders. You glared at Eddie from behind as he hands them a plastic in return with money in his pocket.

As he closed the door, he looked down.

“I thought we agreed...you would quit selling them?”

He rolls his eyes, somewhat annoyed and ashamed. 

“Come on, babe, I need to help Wayne with the bills...and shit. I can’t just rely on what I earn in gigs…I need to earn for Wayne…and me.”

“So help Wayne in the right way..” You stood up as you walked close to him. “Do shit in a right way.”

He replied with a scoff.

“Of course, that’s easy for you to say, babe. Because…” He walked past you and grabbed a beer from his fridge. “You’re not the town’s freak.”

Air left your lungs as you carefully studied his expression, he was annoyed but somehow he looked sad. You weave a deep breath as you walk towards him and grab the beer in his hands as you drank. You stared at him, gaining confidence from the alcohol you had just drunk. “Munson.”

You don’t call him by his last name unless you’re telling him something serious. He was aware of that, he stiffened and straighten his posture.

“You’re graduating in a few months or so, you need to fix habits, create new ones.”

He listened intently.

“It’s the society’s belief in success... Why would I if the whole town–”

“Because I want you to. I want to see you out there, Eds! I want to see you strive...I want you to prove to them that you’re not the town’s freak, you’re more than that!” Your voice echoed in the trailer. 

He was surprised by the sudden burst of voice, but he knew you weren’t mad, you were worried.

“I love you, Munson.”

That hitches his breath as he stared at you. He held out his hand and grabbed yours as he kissed your wrist.

“Okay..”

– “every morning i glared at you with storms in my eyes”

⟴ AUGUST ‘88

His voice echoed in the trailer, it was loud and he was angry. 

“Fucking shit! She is just a fucking friend!”

You two were fighting, screaming, and breaking. 

“You never introduced me to her, hell, Eddie, your hands were all over her!”

He stomps out of his room and continues to tell his reasons.

“(name)! Are you even hearing yourself? You’re being selfish right now. It was a fucking gig, in case you forgot! So, shit, if people are having fun and my hands are all over them that’s because it’s fucking part of the show! I’m the fucking front man of our band for crying out loud!”

You scoffed in disbelief.

“And me dancing with what? Jonathan? Steve? Billy? Is not okay?”

“That’s fucking different.”

You shook your head. “No–it’s not fucking different. Because they are my friends.”

“It’s different because…they might fucking like you.”

As you bit your underlip and stared at his eyes. 

“I’m the one being selfish? Great.”

You sighed and sat on the couch as you tell him what you saw earlier that night. A girl backstage was dancing with him, his hands on her hips, his hand on her cheeks, as his forehead was leaning into hers. As his cheeky smile appeared.

And when the show started, he kept looking at her.

“You didn’t even look at me, Eds.”

On the third set, you left. Eddie was drunk, he was feeling the crowd, and he was dancing the spotlight, while she stared at him, with everything they have in common, you felt tiny, and it seems like you were slowly getting replaced.

He knew about your past, the failed marriage of your parents, and the failed first love of high school. He knew about it and here he is with his balled fist making you remember all the shit you went through.

“...I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

His voice was soft and a whisper, as he sat next to you he moved his hand to hold yours but to his surprise, you flinched. It made him pull away as he realize you were fighting the tears spilling from your eyes. Without saying anything, he hugged you as he vowed and whispered the sweetest things he can think of. 

As the night dived deeper, you two fell asleep on the couch. As you stirred awake you looked at Eddie’s face as you caressed it words left your mouth.

“I hope I never lose you…”

— “how can you say that you love someone, you can’t tell it’s dying?”

⟴ DECEMBER ‘88

As the years pass by, Eddie and you grew differently, together, but not quite. He and his band were discovered on the very edge of America, Corroded Coffin was in the news. And the next few months, the band was offered to sign a recording contract with a recording company. Eddie was getting busy. As for you, you were slowly building the steps on your dreams: dreams that include, Eddie. 

But as the world notices Eddie Munson, you were hidden. Little by little all the things that people see in him that make them look away finally made them stay. All the things they hate about Eddie Munson are the things they finally loved, his long hair,  his band, and all of him. While you finally, little by little…

Hate them…

“It’s just not that simple Eddie! You told me you would come and pick me up! You made me wait there like an idiot! Why–” You groaned as you ran your hand in your hair. It’s been weeks, months since Eddie seem to forget everything about you. Slowly, you were dying, you two were dying. Slowly, he is slipping away from you; as you were slipping away from him.

“Fucking shit! Not everything is about you…” He whispered but loud enough for you to hear. A ring in your ear was heard; yet it didn’t stop. “I am trying everything damn thing to give you the life, I fucking promise! But I can’t do this if you keep holding me back! In the next month, I’m signing the contract, and there are times I won’t  be able to be by your side, I thought you want this for me–”

“I want this you, Eddie. This is all you’ve ever dreamed of.” You stared at him with his chocolate brown eyes. You walked close to him, as you put your hand on his cheeks. “But I can’t recognize you anymore.” You took a deep breath. “You forgot my birthday, our date, picking me up, sleeping next to me, and…looking at me.” 

“This. This is actually the first time you finally looked at me for a long time.” Desperation, Guilt, and Bitterness hit him. You were grey and it was his fault, he took time and looked down. As he pulled you into a hug, muttering sweet apologies in your ears, promises to keep you holding, and actions to keep you at his side. 

That night, you slept next to him, as you stared at him. Eddie Munson was a lot. But somehow, you still want him, you still love him, but it was killing you. Loving him was killing you.

— “how long could we be a sad song, ‘til we were too far gone to bring back to life?”

⟴ FEBRUARY ‘89

“So, what did they say?” You two are currently in New York, Corroded Coffin is currently having a tour. For a while, things are going great, fine, somehow fine. “They will be able to die down the pictures of you and Eddie leaving the hotel, but in the meantime, I suggest you guys…should take a break for a bit.” 

As Garrett dropped the news, I looked at their manager she just gave me a nod.

“Eddie and I would not want–”

“That’s maybe for the best.” 

The air was thick, it was choking you. As you glance at Eddie sitting on the couch. “Garrett can you–um–leave us for a bit.” Once they left, Eddie stood up. 

“For the best…?” You whispered. 

Eddie nods and stares at you. “Well, that’s different from what you said in Highschool..” As shakiness hit your voice.

stop—

“Am I holding you back, Edward?” Oh, now, you’re angry, sad, and confused. You suddenly calling him by his name broke him out of his trance. Then, he faced you. 

“....Yes.” 

It was so simple, so little, and so fucking empty. Somehow, New York is no longer the brightest place, the noisiest place, the loud place, rather it was a place for empty promises, faded lovers, and unwanted wishes.

you’re losing me.

“Since when did I hold you back?” Your voice got a little louder. “Since when did I fucking hold you back, Munson?!” Now, he hears you, finally, he heard you. “January 1987, you wrote the first song you sent to the radio station, 2 weeks from that day you received a mail. Three weeks from that day, Hideout was full of people wanting to hear your songs. And in a month–you wrote another song, and finally, a company notices you…”

You looked at him. “And you couldn’t sleep that night, you were afraid, you were hesitating because–because you said if you accepted it, you might lose everything and maybe get everything you want. That scared you. But I told you, you should..” You walked closer to him.

“You should follow your dreams..” You pushed him using your index finger as you point him out. “Say something, Munson. When did I hold you back?” You asked coldly.

The ringing was heard in his ear. 

He heard your voice, your sweet voice, your hand carving into his body, your mouth leaving marks on his chest, and your hair making a mess on his bed.

He’s losing you.

“What do you want me to say…?” He couldn’t–don’t want to look at you, because if he looked at you, he would fall apart in front of you. He would beg, apologize, and fix everything but somehow, he hesitated, at his hesitation.

He lost you.

A ghost sigh left your lips.

“Goodbye, Eddie.”

— “i can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore for you.”

⟴ DECEMBER ‘90 

The crowd went wild as the entire stadium sang and jumped along, among the crowd was Eddie Munson. He is currently watching Metallica perform in California, all the songs gave him familiarity and connection. As he was also surprised people recognized him and got his autograph. He had this huge grin on his face, he looked like a kid, felt like a kid. 

Yet, he feels empty. 

And unknown. 

On the other side of the world, you sat and watch the sunset in Hawkins as Steve pulls you out of your trance. 

“We got the tickets. Robin and I were wondering if you wanna come with us…” He waved the ticket in front of you, Corroded Coffin’s world tour. “Didn’t  Dustin wanna come?” Steve raised his eyebrows.

“He does, but he is busy…” Steve chuckles as you also got the note. “With college.” 

The crowd was loud and jumping at their song, as Eddie was in his element. Steve, Robin, and you were watching from afar. As the two criticize the show, while you had this small sad smile on your face. As the show reaches its final leg, the camera on the concert hits you. 

Eddie stared at the screen for a long period.

As he stared at where you sat, you were so far, so far away from him. As his heart starts to pound louder, the cheers of the crowd meant nothing, you were there. The message of each band member meant nothing, you were there. As he heard his own heart, you felt…

Nothing. Your heart did not beat as fast as his, Your eyes did not sparkle as much as his.

And then, he knew. He knew.

As the camera left your seat, you wore a sad smile that matches Eddie’s defeated eyes.

In the bliss of the moment, he had everything, his dreams, his wish, his dream guitar, and the crowd that loves him. But upon gaining everything, he also lost everything.

He lost you. 

-- fin.

the ending was a bit rush but atleast it's done HAHAHA, n e way more eddie fic is coming on the way including a short series, the following stories are written last year but I wasn't able to post it due to school stuffs. ;> hope you guys love this angsty stuff. i promise i will give you guys fluff!!

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