#prompt: "I've got two words for you: Spring. Break.”

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Written for @stobinmonth and @corrodedcoffinfest.

We've Been Over This

Stobin Month Prompt: Prom & CCF Spring Break Prompt: "I've got two words for you. Spring. Break." | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | POV: Steve | Pairing: Platonic Stobin, Pre-Steddie, Robin Pining for Vickie | CW: Mention of Temporary Character Death, Brief Vamp Biting/Feeding, Mild Sexual Content, Language | Tags: Post S4, Hawkins Sticking Its Head In The Sand, Vampire Eddie, Dinguses x 3

"Vickie's taking her boyfriend to Enzo's for the alternative prom thing," Robin says. "I can't believe we're even having prom."

"What? Why?" Steve asks.

"I've got two words for you: Spring. Break," then she rolls her eyes, "The town's still falling into itself, or haven't they noticed?"

"Yeah, but they don't know what really happened. They want to get dressed up and fuck in motel rooms. You know. High school."

"That's not everybody's high school experience, believe me," Robin says, then thunks her forehead to the table, mumbling, "I can't believe I actually want to go."

Steve's ears perk up at that, "You, Robin Buckley, want to go to the prom?"

"Shut up," she says, "Like, I'm not. Obviously. But I could, like, see her in a pretty dress."

"And you'd be wearing a dress? Borrowed from Nancy?"

"Absolutely not, you saw what she made me wear last time."

Steve smiles, "You should go. Eat. Look at Vickie."

"I'm not going to the prom alone, dingus. I'm a loser, but I'm not that big of one."

"I'll take you," Steve says, easily. Like, he can do that. He's not scared of prom. 

"We're not going to prom. We have other things to worry about," she says. "Dustin is adamant Eddie's a vampire."

"Eddie's not a vampire. Eddie's dead."

"Tell Dustin that."

"Henderson's trying to cope, leave him alone."

"Well, Gareth thinks so, too," Robin says. 

"Who's Gareth?" Steve asks. 

Robin rolls her eyes, "Curly hair, bit of a yapper."

"That's Henderson."

"That's also Gareth," Robin says. "He's in Eddie's band. Corroded Coffin. The drummer."

"Oh. Him," Steve says dryly. He doesn't care for that kid. Every time he's approached Steve, he's been all arrogant, and Steve wants nothing to do with it.

Eddie died, and Steve feels like that's his fault. He doesn't need some kid he doesn't know disappointed in him.

He feels that enough with Henderson, thanks.

"I'll take you to prom. Get a dress. Or slacks. Whatever," he declares, and as far as he's concerned, that's that.

Prom over, Steve's taking off his rented tux while Robin changes in the bathroom, when he catches movement outside his window. He whips towards it, expecting nothing. He's used to jumping at his own shadow. 

Instead, there are feet. Floating feet, near the top of his window. Black boots, untied laces.

He's imagining things. Boots don't float. 

Still, he reaches for his nailbat. He was hoping he wouldn't need this so soon, or ever, again.

He looks upwards, seeing the ripped jeans, the bullet belt. He taps on the glass.

Eddie floats down.

"Uh, hi, I thought I was hidden," he says, bobbing there.

"Like a baby playing peek-a-boo? I could see your feet."

"Shut up. I'm just saying hi."

"You're floating," Steve says, as if that's not obvious, following his every move. It seems rhythmic.

"Yeah, I can do that now," Eddie says, muffled through the glass.

Steve pulls up the window, even if it's a bad idea. Eddie doesn't move.

"You'll have to invite me in," Eddie says, "if you aren't scared."

"I'm not scared," Steve says. He's terrified, but it also seems like Eddie. He's never claimed to make good decisions.

"Henderson said you were a vampire."

"Yeah, Gareth told me," Eddie says. "Not sure how he figured it out. I've been laying low."

"Yeah, hovering outside my window is really laying low. Get in here, asshole."

And just like that, Eddie grabs a hold of the frame, and pulls himself inside. 

"Are you gonna kill me?" Steve asks.

"Wasn't planning on it," Eddie answers, flopping on Steve's bed, crossing his feet at the ankles. He's filthy. "Why so fancy?"

Steve pulls the necktie loose, "Robin's prom."

"You're dating Buckley? What happened to Wheeler?"

"I'm not dating either of them," Steve answers. He's not explaining their fake date to a fake prom.

He starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Eddie makes a noise, a guttural growl, and Steve slowly turns around, "I thought you said you weren't gonna kill me."

"I'm not," Eddie answers, but his eyes are blown wide, and have slipped from deep brown to yellow, his face changing.

"Eddie," Steve stresses, "your face says otherwise."

Eddie holds up his hands, and swallows, "I can hear your blood pumping. Can see your big, sexy neck veins pulsing."

Steve laughs, tossing back his head, and that makes Eddie groan louder.

"Harrington, you're killing me. This's like a second puberty. And I'm starving, while you're just laying out a buffet."

Oh.

Steve stops laughing.

"Do you…do you want to bite me?"

Eddie covers his eyes with his hands.

"I can still see you. We've been over this."

"I'm not gonna bite you," Eddie says, and now he has a lisp because of the fangs. It's not scary, it's funny, and Steve isn't sure why. He's something that crawled out of the depths of hell, just like a demodog, changed, mutated, but…it's Eddie.

He's pretty sure it's still Eddie.

"That's not what I asked. I asked if you wanted to bite me."

"Are you offering?" 

"Maybe."

Steve sits next to him, baring his throat, "Don't kill me." 

Eddie sinks his fangs in at the same time Robin opens the door, and screams bloody murder. 

Steve yanks away. He'd forgotten she was here. Now his neck's bleeding, and Eddie's scrambling.

"Sorry!" he lisps.

"Eddie IS a vampire!" Robin yells, and reaches for something, anything, coming up with Steve's lamp. It's still plugged in, but Steve is more worried about his bleeding neck. "You enthralled him!"

"I didn't mean to!" Eddie says, hands up.

"My neck," Steve says, and Robin and Eddie both move at once. Robin's yanked back by the cord, so Eddie gets there first. Peeling back Steve's hand. 

Tongue pressing to the wounds, fangs sliding back in, and Steve tilts his head back, dick going hard in his slacks.

Oh.

That's new.

He closes his eyes, ignoring Robin's unasked for two cents:

"Oh, that's just gross."

Steve definitely disagrees.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries, check out @corrodedcoffinfest to read takes on Spring Break prompts, or to offer up your own!

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Notes: The floating outside the window is definitely inspired by the 1992 Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie. I loved it as a kid. Campy fun. "Oooh, aahhhh. Owww. Oooh." I feel like Eddie the Vamp would also be that kind of drama llama, for sure, lol.

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Stupid Shower

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Gareth Emerson x Plus Size Best Friend Fem!Reader

(Both Gareth and Reader are in their early 20s)

This fic is for: spring break pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is “I've got two words for you: Spring. Break.” This is very heavily based on my recent trip to Mexico because that was quite literally the shower in my hotel room! I also really wanted to write about plus size reader so... hehe!

Prompt: "I've got two words for you: Spring. Break." | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | POV: Gareth | Relationships: Gareth Emerson x Plus Size Fem!Reader | Content Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content | Tags: Gareth Emerson, Spring Break with Best Friends, Spring Break, Sexual Thoughts, What the fuck is that shower?

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Pining, Sexual Thoughts, Slightly Perverted Gareth based on thoughts of Reader, Smut: Descriptions of Oral (Fem Receiving), Unprotected PinV, Creampie, afab reader

Synopsis: Your Spring Break hotel room has a nice and weird shower to share with Gareth for the week.

Word Count: 1000

“I’ve got two words for you,” you said, looking at Gareth as you placed the hotel room key to the door. “Spring. Break.” You pushed the door open and walked into your hotel room for the next week with your best friend trailing behind. 

“Spring Break in Mexico, huh? You sure know how to live it up.” Gareth mumbled, following after you. You quickly began placing your bags on one of the beds, claiming which you wanted. Gareth, however, stopped. 

He was staring at the walk in shower that sat in the middle of the room. 

The glass that looked to the room was frosted slightly, but other than that it was a completely open shower—you could see everything if you were standing at the vanity, walking to the bathroom or even simply entering the room. 

Gareth’s imagination ran wild at the sight of that shower. He thought about everything he could do in that shower—including you.

He was hoping he would catch a quick (or long) glimpse of you through the shower doors sometime this week. Catching you washing your hair, scrubbing the shampoo through your locks gently, cleaning away all the salt water and sand from the previous day. Catching you lathering up the body wash on your loofah before scrubbing away the sunscreen from the day, rinsing your entire body under the rainfall shower head. Running your hands all over your luscious and full curves as you made sure all the soap was washed down the drain. 

And you knew that he was watching, he was always stealing glances at you when he could. Whether you were in sweatpants and a t-shirt, a skirt and crop top, your two piece swimsuit that made your curves look oh so good; it didn’t matter. 

Gareth was always staring at you. 

Staring at your soft skin; he dreamed of running his fingers over your skin gently, feeling every single curve, dimple and divot beneath his fingertips. Staring at your plush thighs; he dreamed of sticking his face deep between them, breathing in your scent before licking up your folds while your thighs squeezed tighter and tighter around his head. Staring at your soft stomach and the curves of your hips and waist; he dreamed of placing his hands on your hips and waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you harder, lips moving frantically against yours as you both shared in a heated and intense make out session. 

He thought about what he could do to you in that shower. How you could both stand under that water together, hands roaming over each other’s wet bodies while your lips pressed together. He'd pull you closer to him, his grip firmly on your hips while he kissed you passionately under the rainfall shower. 

And it would only take a couple of minutes for things to get heated. Because before you knew it, Gareth would be pushing you against the glass wall of the shower, feeling up your entire body with his wandering hands. He would run them over your round breasts, over your soft stomach, over your waist, over your hips, over your thighs; Gareth would touch every part of your body, taking in and committing every little imperfection, curve, divot and dimple to his memory. 

You’d moan at the feeling, relishing in his simple yet lustful touches as he continued to move his hands down your body. Eventually he’d reach your thighs, lifting your right one up as he pushed his tip at your entrance, rubbing through your folds gently before he slowly pushed into you, letting you take him inch by inch.

He’d bottom out, moaning into your ear as he felt your velvet walls flutter around him, basically begging him to move and give you the release you needed and craved.

And he would; he would slowly begin thrusting in and out of you, getting faster each time he heard your little moans and gasps. 

Your leg would wrap around his body, pulling him closer to you as he thrusted deeper with the new found angle. Face buried into your shoulder, he’d leave soft kisses up and down your neck while you moaned again, the shower only making those moans sound louder as they echoed through the small space around you.

“Gareth, shit, gonna cum,” you’d whimper, biting your lip. He’d pick up his pace, thrusting harder and deeper as small ah-ah-ahs left your mouth rapidly.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” Gareth would purr into your ear, encouraging you and praising you through your release. As soon as he heard your head fall back against the shower wall and he felt you clench and release around him, he was done for. 

Thrusting up into you deeply, he’d moan your name so loudly and pitifully as he released inside of you. Coating your walls with rope after rope of his hot cum. He’d ensure to pull you closer, making sure each and every drop stayed inside of you. 

“Gare,” you’d groan out, looking up at him with a hazy look in your eyes. 

“Yeah, baby?” He'd ask, leaning in to kiss your lips softly as you both stood in the shower together. 

“I love you,” you’d mutter against his lips. He’d smile, one hand making its way to your face gently to pull you in for a deeper, more passionate kiss.

...

“Gareth!” You shouted, standing on the balcony of your hotel room. “Come see this view!”

Gareth shook his head, looking around the room. Placing his bags on the free bed, he walked towards you; he stood beside you on the balcony, looking out at the ocean view. 

“Damn,” he mumbled. 

“It’s so pretty!” You stood at the edge of the balcony, arms resting on the wall in front of you. 

“Yeah,” Gareth muttered. He stared at your curves in front of him, watching you as you smiled and took in the view. 

It was going to be a long Spring Break week. 

Stupid fucking shower.

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Corroded Coffin Fest Pop-Up: Spring Break

It's time for a little fun in the sun! Let's spend spring break with Corroded Coffin. All entries must be posted between March 16-22, 2025.

Your prompt choices are:

ocean

"I've got two words for you: Spring. Break."

seagull

keg

beach

"I don't do shorts."

sunscreen

You may interpret these prompts in any way you'd like, as long as you've focused on one or more members of Corroded Coffin. Use one prompt at a time, use them all. It's up to you. Just read the guidelines below and have fun!

GUIDELINES:

Please tag us here at @corrodedcoffinfest when you post your entries so we can reblog them!

Have fun in the sun with a word count between 300-1000 words. I'll use wordcounter.net to check your word count before reblogging. You'll get a comment from this blog with a "🌊" when it's been checked and added to the queue.

Submissions can be connected to other prompts from the pop-up, but they should still be able to stand alone.

All submissions should include any pairings featured, a rating and any content warnings (CW) or tags that you think are appropriate. All explicit material needs be under a cut. All ships are welcome, as long as they include at least one member of Corroded Coffin: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth & Freak. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well, just to keep things straightforward. A sample could look something like this:

Prompt: Keg | Word Count: 785 | Rating: M | POV: Gareth | Relationships: None | CW: Alcohol | Tags: Corroded Coffin, Bar Gig, Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak, On the Road

For the artists! Art is definitely welcome! Any entries for the prompts must be Corroded Coffin focused, using any combination of the guys, together or solo. Of course, other characters can be included, too! But you need to have at least one of the CC band members in it for it to count for this pop-up event. Thank you!

Please submit your entries between 12:00 AM EST on March 16th and 11:59 PM EST on March 22nd.