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Rockstar! Eddie x Reader

Yo im back, this is probably unedited (we'll see), and I made you a best friend, because honestly reading bff/n is something i cannot do. Also, I haven't been to a real concert so if my descriptons seem off no they don't. This can also be read as standalone!!! You don’t need the second part.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Concert? drinking (alcohol), crowds, no specific pronouns, no identifying features, but wrote with female insert in mind, cursing, dancing (against someone).

BLURB: Your friend takes you to a metal concert and you don't pay mind to the headliner, since she got the tickets and who are you to turn down a free concert. When you make it to the pit, you are shocked to see who comes out on stage.

Word Count: 2.8k

Part 1 | Part 2 (not out yet)

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"Can you literally take any longer with that?" you question Holly. She has been working on her makeup for what seems like hours, its as if she is trying to manifest a rockstar boyfriend through her outfit, not that yours looks much different, you wearing a cut up metallica shirt and her wearing a vintage black sabbath one. You do look hot though, admiring the black and leather outfit in the mirror behind your friend.

You even got to bring our an old necklace with a guitar pic on it, though you are hesitant to recollect the history behind it, it gives your outfit a little more authenticity than anyone else will know. The red swirls on it compliments you anyways.

"Well if someone didn't need help doing their eyeliner we would be on our way wouldn't we," she grins back in the mirror and you roll your eyes with a smile. Still, you are giddy, in what world does your best friend get tickets in a radio contest and invites you! You have no clue what band this is, and honestly don't care, you are just happy to go and support your friend. "Plus, I need to look good, I'm trying to pick up the Gareth," Holly says as her eyes darken, you can only pray for whoever that man is, you guess she really is manifesting.

You laugh, "Who in the hell is Gareth?"

"The drummer? Do you not even remember the name of the band? Girl-"

"Hey please, give me a break I'm just here for the vibe, plus I can't ruin the concert by overplaying their setlist," you respond flippantly waving your hand while scrolling on your phone. Though from what you remember is called decaying casket or something like that, something about it rings familiar but you aren't a stranger to metal so you chalk it up to the amount artists you listen to on a daily basis.

"Hey maybe we get lucky, they are really into crown work, they sometimes bring people on stage," She wiggles her eyebrows at you, knowing your history with a certain someone.

You grimace a bit, "I have had my fair share of musicians," shaking your head.

"More for me then," Holly shrugs and packs her lipstick into her jean pocket.

"You ready?" Holly nods and you both head out of your hotel room to the street, shaking with excitement while ordering an Uber.

By the time you get to the venue you are ready to find your seat after pushing and waiting in line for a solid hour and a half. Holly starts dragging you towards the pit,

"Hey the stairs are the other way why are we going towards the pit?" you ask.

"Babe holy shit you don't listen to a word I say, we got pit tickets!!" She squeals. Your eyes go wide, in both excitement and nervousness, you love a good concert but this is the biggest one you have ever even thought of attending. Grabbing food and drink to hold you over, you make your way to the front in the not yet filled pit since you got there so early.

After packing in tightly, a little smushed against Holly, the opener comes out. Some up and coming indie rock band, called Migrant Hotel you think? Regardless, they absolutely kill it. You can't imagine the headliner can be much better, considering how insane the crowd is going. Even Holly mentions that the drummer in this band rivals Gareth, you bit your tongue, preventing yourself from telling her anyone could rival a man named Gareth, but as she says that you can't help but think the lead singer is pretty cute.

As the opener closes up, a hush falls over the crowd, you glance around confused, about to ask Holly about what is happening when she claps a hand over your mouth. You are shocked at the audacity and go to pull it off when a quiet chord progression starts. Everyone including your friend starts clapping on a beat you have no idea how they know. Smoke fills the stage and the music stops, the lights in the stadium turn off, and red lights start emitting from the stage, and a guitar starts suddenly and loud. You are pretty sure you make the same face you make at Holly when she is being extra, whoever decided the stage design had to be a theater kid, or at least an extreme flair for dramatics.

You see him move from outside of the mist and your jaw drops. While everyone is screaming and jumping around you, you can't even bring your eyes away from the singer. Eddie. Fucking. Munson. It's not like it even ended badly, but you feel frozen in place, shocked. How on earth did you not realize his band was playing, how did you not realize his band made it big? In your favorite genre of music (that he introduced you to)?

Holly grips your shoulder shaking you and points to the stage, towards the drummer, "YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING RIGHT? HE'S CUTE!" She shouts over the music. When she realizes you're a little out of it, she follows your line of sight that follows Munson across the stage, and she laughs, "WHAT YOU GOT A CRUSH ON THE LEAD?" Laughing at her own not even joke, you elbow her lightly.

"WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE BAND AGAIN?" you scream back, unable to take your eyes off the singer.

"CORRODED COFFIN? I'M LIKE 99% SURE I TOLD YOU!" And you might have blanched, he still has the name from high school,

After the first two songs, you are able to get a hold of yourself and start dancing with Holly. It's a lot easier to have fun when you ignore the fact that you know the singer.

After a brief intermission, bathroom break, and water break, you and Holly rush back to the pit to regain your previous spot (ish). She grabs your hand animatedly and says "I am so excited this is when they bring someone on the stage, at least sometimes, make sure you jump a lot and make yourself look, like, noticeable or something, they need to look over here" You go to glare at her and she corrects herself "You know I didn't mean it like that shut up."

While you are waiting for the band to start back up, you have no idea that a certain someone did in fact notice your attendance.

"Dude I think she's here" Eddie says during their break backstage.

Gareth smirks, "Oh did Jeff's Mom show up this time? I knew she couldn't resist me after I sent her those flowers,"

"You absolute d-" Jeff gets cut off by Eddie as he gets out of his chair and stalks towards Gareth with one of the drummer's sticks.

"No y/n" Eddie says monotone, and Jeff stops hitting Gareth with the stick to turn around towards Eddie.

"Yo are you serious? The girl you were obsessed with at Hawk-" Jeff gets interrupted again.

"Shut up I was not, we didn't even go on a date, we just...talked a bit." Gareth and Jeff gave each other a look, one of those bullshit detecting ones. Eddie scowls at the two and walks away.

"Dude if you interrupt me one more time I'm inviting her on stage for the next song." Jeff jokes, "I still remember what she looks like, hard to forget when all you did was constantly talk about her, 'Oh y/n is so nice,' and 'Oh if she gave me a chance I'd be so good to her, I'd be the best f-"

"Jeff actually, shut up," Eddie glared, and his face dropped, "You didn't actually mean it, you can't do that its been almost a decade you can't," he nearly begs.

Jeff's smile nearly turns evil as he turns to go talk to the stage manager and find you in the crowd. Eddie is left defeated, how is he even going to talk to you, will you even remember him? He can't decide if its worse if you forgot him or not. He only has a couple more minutes to steady himself, so he walks off to find a bit of silence, not before hearing Gareth whisper "she better have a cute friend" under his breath.

While you wait for the band to come back out, you decide to confide in Holly, your cheeks flush from something other than the heat in the pit, "So you know the lead singer?" Holly nods emphatically, "Well, he is the guy I told you about, from highschool," You shut your eyes in embarrassment.

"You mean to tell me we went to your ex-situationships concert? You mean your ex-situationship is Eddie Munson? Holy shit we have to get you up there for real, I was joking but now I'm kind of serious" She speaks fast and you are a second or two behind trying to comprehend when she grips your wrist and pulls you to the barricade towards a security member who's talking to someone professional looking, with a walkie talkie and all.

Despite the two being in conversation, Holly interrupts them to ask if there is any way to be pre-chosen to go up on stage. You try to pull her back and the security guard looks 1 second away from telling you both to fuck off before the professional looking lady gets a weird static coming out from her walkie talkie, and the a very staticy "D20! D20! METALLICA" coming out of the device, her nose scrunches and looks behind her towards the stage, where someone hiding behind one of the speakers throws her a thumbs up and scurries off.

Professional lady's eyes widen and turns back to Holly and you, eyeing your Metallica shirt. She waves towards the security guard in the middle of the barricade, gives some signal, and starts walking away, only throwing her voice over her shoulder to say "Go stand by that security guard, Lester here will make sure you get there."

Holly basically jumps out of her skin in excitement as 'Lester' guides you to the middle of the barricade. You on the other hand feel closer to sick. There is no way they actually are setting you both up for this, it had to be just to get both of you off her plate, one less thing to worry about, right? As you continue to cope with whatever it is you are nervous about (you have yet to really figure it out yourself), the band brings themselves back on stage. This time though the other guitarist, Jeff, you think, takes the mic from Eddie, who clearly isn't a fan of what is about to happen,

Jeff's grin grows, "How are we doing tonight?!" he yells out. Everyone, including yourself, screams in response, and you can't help but smile. "Alright guys, if you know what time it is lets hear you make some noise!!!" and this time the screams, especially close to you, are even louder. Your stomach drops, this isn't happening, you think. "Well lets pick some lucky fans to hang out up here for the rest of the night!" and Jeff's eyes go straight to you, and you know he remembers exactly who you are.

As he points at you, you hear Holly cackle, a literal cackle. The security guard starts helping you over the wall when you realize you must have missed him picking you out of the crowd. You turn around to see Holly whip her phone out, you assume already filming this soon to be terrifying moment.

To get you up there as fast as possible, Jeff disregards the stairs on either side of the stage and opts to grab your hand and lift you up. In all your panic your clammy hands no not help you out and you begin to slip. You are about to cry out to Jeff when your other hand is caught and you are pulled roughly onto stage, stumbling into a solid body, who catches you before you hit the ground.

You hardly want to look up, but with the awkward silence, especially in front of thousands of people, you decide to at least give him the courtesy of eye contact. When you glance upwards, he's already looking at you,

"Still clumsy sweetheart?" his voice is rough from screaming all night, his hands still on your arm and waist holding you up. His eyes glance down a bit then back up to your eyes you as you scramble back a little bit giving some space. He has a small smile, almost nostalgic, stuck on his face.

"I was never clumsy, you just thought tripping me was funny," you can't seem to bring a genuine smile to your face, and his smile drops. Jeff must have been hyping up the crowd because by the time you come back to your senses he has an arm wrapped you and shoves the mic in your face between you two.

"What's your name gorgeous?" Jeff asks and you swear you can hear Eddie cursing something out behind you. When you say your name the crowd cheers for you and your face goes warm. You push the mic away and quickly ask to bring Holly up here, not wanting to leave her alone in a large crowd.

Once Holly gets up and introduces herself, you bring yourself away from the center of attention and you find yourself drifting towards Eddie, a safer space in the bright light. You can feel him come up behind you,

"Are you okay up here? Do you need a minute? Need to go backstage?" He sounds genuinely concerned, maybe he is, but you haven't seen this man in nearly a decade and you certainly are not going to be vulnerable at this point. Jeff signals to Eddie that its time to start back up and he stalks over to snatch the mic back, whispering something that causes Jeff to flush

Meanwhile Holly made her way back to the drum kit, clearly ready to pounce on Gareth, though he doesn't seem mad about it. You feel alone on the stage, unsure of what to do. Both Jeff and Eddie glance back at you, as if waiting for you to start doing something, though you aren't exactly a trained metal dancer if that even exists.

While Eddie sings, Jeff prances his way back towards me, and yells over the speakers "START DANCING! GO UP TO EDDIE OR STAY WITH ME, GARETH IS TAKEN BUT I'M SURE HE WON'T MIND A THIRD!" he laughs at his own joke. You are too overwhelmed to move too far so you stay with Jeff, swaying stiffly. Jeff quickly notes this and screams again, "THERES A BOTTLE OF SOMETHING OR OTHER OFF STAGE, GO GET YOURSELF SOME LIQUID COURAGE YOU ARE STIFF AS HELL!" and he points off stage towards a large clear bottle.

You decide that you want to get through this with a little something in your system, and run off stage to take a gulp, which turns into three. You give yourself a second and run back out, ready to feel the effects any minute. You head back over to Jeff, placebo or not, and start dancing on him. His "Hell yeah!" is heard over Eddies own screams, and it gives you a bit more confidence. You continue to move to the music, feeling the music and the alcohol hitting you well enough you don't care you are on stage with Munson.

Suddenly you feel a tug against your waist, and you are face to face with Eddie, his face flushed and almost angry. You only question it because you can't recall a time where he had looked this agitated. You get spun around so your back is flush against his back. In a small break between the bridge and chorus, he says one word: "Dance." Despite his soft voice you hear him clearly, and start to move. You doubt you look the most sexy, but you feel confident enough to start smiling and laughing.

When the set is finally done, the bandmates head to the front and yell a big thank you to the crowd, and start winding down. You make to get off the stage and turn to look for Holly when you make eye contact with Eddie instead. You want to look away but can't. His hair is wild, his eyes wide, and he looks at you confused, "Where are you going? You don't want to come back stage, and maybe catch up?" His ring covered hands go to hug himself. He looks smaller, more like the Eddie you knew in high school. The quiet on stage means Holly already went back, and with his eyes glued on your necklace, maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing.

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I haven't written in a long time but I couldn't find a fic like this on here so I made it myself. I am CONSIDERING a part two, lmk if ur interested 🫣

#rockstar eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #teasmusings #readingtheleaves

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alittlebitofinsanitea · 3 years ago

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strange love- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: eddie has a date, with someone who isn’t you. you’re less than thrilled about it

Warnings: ANGST, jealousy, unrequited love, eddie being clueless, cursing, mentions of vomiting, me knowing nothing about D&D (i’m sorry but it deserves a warning), eventual best friends!-to-lovers!

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: alright y’all this is the imagine i had talked about a few days ago and as someone who loves these kinds of fics, i’m quite proud of myself. also i apologize for my lack of knowledge about D&D, eddie would definitely be disappointed, but i had a friend read it over and he thinks it makes sense so we’re going with it! i hope you all enjoy :)- sava

part two (coming friday, july 22nd)

“Well hello everybody!” Eddie exclaims, scaring half the Hellfire lunch table with his presence. You hear groans and curses fill the table as Eddie laughs at the reactions he pulled from his friends. You just sit in the seat that’s located on the left of his, laughing at his usual antics, but curiosity begins to strike when you take a look at Eddie.

His face is bright and shiny, his smile stretching from ear to ear as he sits down with his lunch, pulling out some pretzels to munch on. You take in the other details about him, how his hair looks actually kept up and how he doesn’t reek of his usual pot smell, but of…cologne? You had no idea who it was that was sitting next to you, but it sure as hell wasn’t Eddie Munson.

“What’s got you so happy today, Eds?” You ask, nudging him with your elbow. He flashes you a big smile, pretzel bits showing along with his pearly whites. He looks adorable as ever.

“Well I’m glad you asked, sweetheart. I, Eddie Munson, have a date tonight,” he announces. Your heart does a summersault at the nickname, his nickname he always uses on you, before you fully process the second part of his statement, making your breathing stop for a moment. What the fuck?

You didn’t make this fact known, but you were crushing on Eddie…hard. The two of you have been close since your middle school days, having really connected with his band Corroded Coffin playing at the school talent show and approached them afterwards to share your appreciation. It’s been history ever since.

But it wasn’t until your freshman year of high school when you started crushing on Eddie. You had been having a hard time at home due to your parents divorce, and your father winning full custody meant you moved into the same trailer park Eddie and his Uncle Wayne lived in, the two of you growing closer than before now that you only lived a few doors down. You and Eddie would spend most of your nights together anyway, and one particular night your freshman year, you felt these butterflies flutter around in your stomach as your head rested against Eddie’s shoulder watching Sleepaway Camp, your and his favorite movie that you’d watch at least once a month together. Since that day you had kept your feelings hidden from him, not wanting to ruin things between you and your best friend. You thought the pain of not having him in your life at all outweighed the pain of being stuck in love with him, and that was a fight you’d be willing to battle.

“W-what? W-with who?” You ask, trying to cover up your slight stutter with a cough.

“Okay so you remember our latest show at the Hideout? Well with more and more people starting to show up as of recently, we’ve been getting some fans. And this girl, her name is Shirley, gave me her number and I thought ‘What the hell?’ and rang her up yesterday,” he explains to you and everyone at the table, the freshman not being able to help their curious little selves.

“That’s cool Eds,” you reply back, trying with all your willpower to remain neutral and shove the emotions you were actually feeling down deep inside.

“Yeah. We’re actually hanging out after Hellfire. She even said she might swing by, she’s been curious about the game a little. At least, that’s what she told me,” he tells you, causing you to drop your fork and look at him. He shoots you a weird expression at your reaction.

“Oops, sorry. But uh, I thought you weren’t allowing non-members into the meetings anymore?” You ask, your eyebrow raised.

“That’s true, but, as Dungeon Master, I’ll make an exception this one time. Who knows, maybe she could become an honorary member. She’s really cool, Y/N. You’d get along with her great,” he tells you as he clasps his hand on your shoulder.

“I seriously doubt it,” you mutter lowly, hoping your close proximity to Eddie didn’t allow him to hear. As if a saving grace occurred, the lunch bell rang and you jolted up from your seat, collecting your trash. You could see Eddie eyeing you from your peripheral. One thing there is about Eddie, he’s observant as hell. You’d usually applaud and commend it, but in cases where you were trying best to hide your feelings, you absolutely hated it. Sometimes you wondered how you were able to get away with him not knowing how you truly felt, but all the more relieved that he didn’t.

“Hey sweetheart? Is everything okay?” He asks you. You quickly turn to him with a slight smile and nod, before rushing towards the trash can that sat behind him.

“Yep, all good. Just gotta go tend to some newspaper stuff. I’ll see you at Hellfire!” Your words moving as fast as your legs as you bid the table goodbye until your meeting tonight, practically sprinting towards the newspaper room, where you’d spill your feelings to one Nancy Wheeler in your secluded gossip corner.

Nancy was one of the only people who knew about your crush on Eddie. The two of you have been super close since you started high school, and even more so with all the shit that’s happened with the Upside Down that started when the two of you were sophomores. Plus, with her brother now joining the Hellfire Club, she asked you to keep an eye on him, especially with everything that’s already happened in Hawkins, but you really didn’t blame her for that.

Stumbling down the hall with your backpack sliding off your shoulders, you open the doors to the newspaper room and see Nancy’s head pop up from her collaborating with Fred. You walk down the stairs calmly while giving her a pleading look, nodding your head towards the corner the two of you have your major discussions at. She gives you a small nod before returning to her conversation with Fred.

You unpack your bag and begin working a bit on the paper while you wait for Nancy. You were trying your best to remain calm, focussing on your breathing so you didn’t get worked up more than you were when you started talking with Nancy. Your mind had a habit of working against you, running a hundred miles a minute coming up with the absolute worst scenario of every situation you encountered. You didn’t need to be thinking doubtfully about your friendship with Eddie, but you physically couldn’t help it.

How could Eddie have a date with someone and not tell you sooner?

The two of you were best friends, he always told you when something great happens to him immediately after, and you do the same with him. Living just a few doors down, you had that luxury of always being near the person when you celebrate your wins, or comfort one another in your losses. So him keeping this from you until the next day? It definitely hurt, in more ways then one, and you didn’t quite understand it. Would you still be upset about it? Absolutely, so that bit didn’t matter much. You just wanted to know why. Why he’s choosing to date someone now, after being single for so long. Why he-

“Hey, I’m here. Sorry, I was working with Fred on the basketball story,” Nancy tells you, pulling you out of your zoned-out state.

“No worries,” you say, your voice residing somewhere distant. You feel a slight kick come from under the desk, prompting you to look down for a second, before bringing your eyes up to see Nancy, who shoots you a look of concern. Nancy too, was very observant, from what you’ve seen over your friendship the past three, nearly four, years. The people you surrounded yourself with the most were some of the most observant people in Hawkins, which was both a blessing and a curse. You sigh, turning slightly closer to her, ready to confess.

“Eddie has a date tonight,” you whisper softly. You watch her jaw open, as shocked as you were. At least, hoping in the same sense that you were, and not in a negative way. You never really knew about Nancy’s stance on Eddie, whether she liked him or not. The way you talk about him all the time you would think she’d be sick of it all, but never stopped you from spilling your secrets out to her.

“No way! With who?” She whisper-yells, scooting closer to you. You watch over her shoulder at Fred and some others looking your way, so you fake working on a spread, signaling Nancy to do the same.

“Some girl that came to their gig at the Hideout on Tuesday. I didn’t see it so it must’ve been when I went to the bathroom,” you continue to tell her while fake focusing on the piece of paper in front of you. Your entire demeanor suddenly became deflated, saying it aloud and hearing it from yourself. All becoming so real.

“That’s crazy. Are you okay, Y/N?”

“No, but what can I do about it? He and I aren’t dating, so I have no room to say who he can or can’t date,” you answer. You peak over at her and see her looking you dead in the eye, to which you couldn’t blame her. Even you didn’t believe what you were saying.

“Yeah, I know. He said she might stop by Hellfire, and, Nance, I have no idea how I’m supposed to get through the meeting tonight if she’s there,” you tell her. She reaches out and squeezes your hand and you give her a tight-lipped smile.

“Hey, if you think it’ll help, I can pick you up from Hellfire tonight and we can chill at my house for a sleepover. Junk food, distractions…I can even invite Robin and see if she’ll pick up some tapes after her shift at Family Video tonight,” Nancy suggests. You eyes widen in excitement and nod, truly needed a night where you don’t talk or think about Eddie. Just a night with your girls.

“That would honestly be the best, thank you Nance,” you tell her. She flashes a warm smile your way and scoots a bit away from you.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you and Mike up at 9 after I get Robin from her shift, if she’s free. It’ll be fun,” you tells you. You agree and continue working on your spread, excitement flowing through your body at the thought of a fun night ahead, even with the dread buried in the pit of your stomach at the thought seeing Eddie tonight at Hellfire with a woman at his side. A woman that wasn’t you.

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Running down the halls and towards the room behind the theater, you look at your watch and try to pick up the pace. You had lost track of time in your efforts in avoiding Eddie by doodling some drawings in the sketchbook that you kept on you at all times, which in turn made you late to Hellfire, something you never did. But in your defense, you usually had Eddie giving you a ride to and from the meetings. Today was not like the rest. Walking through the threshold of the meeting room, you give yourself a few moments to catch your breath.

“Sorry I’m late, I-“ you began to say, but were interrupted by giggling coming from Eddie’s throne. You see a girl with strappy heels and a short, short dress leaning against it playing with Eddie’s brunette fringey curls. That must be Shirley.

“Oh good, you’re here. We almost started without you,” Dustin exclaims, his goofy smile appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I doubt it,” you tell him, throwing your bag in the seat closest to him and ruffling his hair, him protesting and swatting at you in return. You notice out of the corner of your eye Eddie giving you a confused look, then looking towards your usual seat, which remained empty. It was no secret that you had your own seat in Hellfire, right next to the Dungeon Master himself, but today, you knew it was best to keep your distance. Didn’t want to interfere with his date and all.

“Alright, now that everyone’s here,” Eddie pauses, giving you a look. You chose to just look at the table in front you to avoid eye contact. “Lets start.”

Dustin is the first to roll the dice, and everyone around watches as the campaign for the week begins. You try your best to pay attention to the game in front of you, but keep getting distracted by the amount of giggling coming from Eddie’s throne, due to himself and Shirley. They were acting like those couples you and Eddie would make fun of in the halls that were practically fucking in the halls of Hawkins High, and you’d always make fake sick sounds as you passed by them. Now that he’s acting those same people right in front of you and the rest of the club, you felt yourself growing sick, for real this time.

You stood to the side as you watched Shirley climb in Eddie’s lap, draping herself all over him and her lips ghosting over his ears as she whispers little things in his ears, and the reactions he gives to her words make you want to punch a wall. Not in anger, but in jealous. The green eyed monster had awoken inside you, and you felt yourself getting riled up at the thought of them continuing this act throughout the rest of the meeting. The worst part of it all? You knew this isn’t where the night ended for them, and you could only imagine what other kinds of plans they had up their sleeves.

“Y/N, you’re up,” Mike whispers to you, snapping you out of your small jealousy-induced trance. You take the dice from Gareth and shake the dice in your cold hands a few times, before tossing them on the table.

You didn’t have enough health to pull any big moves. No luck to play the hero tonight. You sigh and slump your shoulders as the rest of the group lets out an annoyed groan. You were completely off your game for the night and you knew with how observant the club was, they could tell. But luckily for you, they didn’t press you about any issues you may be having.

“What’s your move, Lady Y/N?” Eddie asks you, his smug look making your skin crawl. Usually his dramatics during the game always wowed you and you’d join in, but it was hard to take in anything he was saying or doing with the leech that was attached to his hip.

“I…retreat,” you say, taking a step back from the table and Mike is quick to take the dice and roll for himself in order to save the campaign. You walk over to the seat you set your stuff in and take the sketchbook out you’d been busy with before the meeting and begin to draw.

“Do you know where the closest bathroom is, rockstar?” you hear Shirley ask. You mentally groan.

“Sure thing. Y/N, can you show her where it is?” Eddie asks, turning to you. You place your sketchbook back in your bag and stand from your chair. Flashing Eddie a fake smile, you nod and begin to walk towards the door, the sound of Shirley’s heels clicking behind you filling your ears.

The halls are quiet as you make your way to the bathroom around the corner.

“So you and Eddie, you’re best friends right?” Shirley asks you as you continue your journey to the bathroom.

“Yep, since middle school,” you answer.

“Oh that’s cool! I’m gonna be honest, I was a little worried when Eddie told me he had a girl best friend. I always think guy girl friendships are weird and don’t last. They usually always end up dating in the end or ending the friendship because one likes the other, and the other doesn’t feel the same way. At least, that’s how I see them,” she rambles. You slowly nod and point out the bathroom, her thanking you and doing a fake little run inside.

Pressing your back against the wall outside the bathroom, you can’t help but think on the words she said, the thoughts of you and Eddie ending your friendship lingering and seeping into every fiber of your body. It’s the exact reason you kept your feelings deep down and hidden, but would that work out in the end? Are you putting yourself through the pain and heartache for nothing?

The bathroom doors opens once more and she comes out.

“Thanks for waiting for me. I’m really excited to hangout with Eddie after your club ends,” she tells you.

“What exactly do you two have planned?” You ask, your curiosity getting the best of you. Part of you didn’t want to know, but your brain was screaming at you to find out.

“Nothing special. We’re gonna go back to his place and hangout, maybe smoke some. He also mentioned something about watching a movie…Sleepaway Camp? Have you heard of it?”

You froze.

Did she really just say that?

She stops and turns to you, giving you a look of concern. You felt the world around you starting to spin, the feelings from everything starting to come up.

“I-um, I’m sorry, but I-I’m not feeling too great right now. The theater’s in there, but I’m gonna go outside and get some air. C-Can you tell someone to bring my stuff out to me when everything ends?” You ask, your voice shaking as you lean against the wall for support. She gives you a nod and scurries inside the theater, leaving you to bolt out the doors of the school and towards the parking lot.

You bent over and held onto the railing by the stairs that spilled out into the parking lot, convincing yourself you needed to wretch. The feelings clouding your brain were mixed, swirling together in a nasty mixture that you weren’t sure how you’d describe to Nancy and Robin. The feels of hate and sadness blurring the lines and becoming one as you stood outside, wishing you had your jacket to protect your from the harmful feelings and the cool March temperature.

Sitting on the stairs with no luck on spewing your guts out, you let out a sigh and hug yourself in a pathetic attempt to warm up a bit. Your body grew cold rather easily, something that was always an issue, but the solution, or rather the two, were inside. You kept your jacket on you at all times, even despite the temperature being hot, because you never know when you might need it. In the event you forgot your jacket, Eddie would either lend you one of his, or just wrap himself around you, rubbing your arms with his big ring-clad hands to get you in a good place. You always welcomed that comfort. It felt nice being so close to him, even if he may not feel the same.

Your pity party is interrupted by a car pulling into the lot and parking right by the stairs. As the window rolls down, you see Robin pop her head out in a cheerful manner, but soon her features soften when she takes in your sour expression and sad body language.

“What happened?” Nancy asks from the driver seat. You rise to your feet with a sigh and walk over to the car, leaning inside through the window.

“More like what didn’t happen,” you respond, shaking your head and shrugging.

“Did that girl show up? Nancy filled me in on everything when she picked me up, so I have a ton of movie choices for tonight,” Robin rambles.

“Yeah she showed up. And they were being gross and lovey-dovey all night. Made me want to puke,” you explain. You feel Robin’s hand touch yours in an attempt to comfort you, to which you place your other hand on top of hers and give it a pat.

“And what prompted you to be out here instead of inside?” Nancy asks.

“Well first off-“ you begin, but hear laughter coming from behind you as the school doors open. You turn and see everyone laughing and walking together, the meeting drawing to an end for the week and you let out a soft sigh. Everyone goes in different directions, with Jeff, Gareth, and Dustin going off in one direction, Eddie and Shirley going towards their van, and Lucas and Mike coming towards you guys. Mike nor Lucas had your bag in their hands, which made you worried that you’d have to go all weekend without your supplies and homework.

“Wait, Y/N, where’s your stuff?” Robin asks. You shrug your shoulders and turn to the side, Eddie standing by Nancy’s car. You see his unreadable demeanor comes closer to you, his eyes fixed on yours as he holds out your bag to you. Taking it, you sling it over your shoulder and slide over as he kept walking closer to the window you once hung out of.

“Wheeler, you might if I borrow Y/N for a sec before you take off?” He asks. You watch Nancy nod and Eddie leads you over away from her car, out of ear shot of both Nancy and that crew, and Shirley, who’s waiting at Eddie’s van. You both just look at each other for a moment, you not really knowing what to say.

“Thanks for grabbing my-“

“What’d I do?” He asks you, his voice sounding neutral. You look towards the ground and swing back and forth on your feet for a moment, trying to think of a reasonable excuse for your behavior today.

“Nothing,” you reply, your eyes glued to the ground.

“You can’t even look at me, Y/N,” he says, looking down to try and catch your eyes. You let out a huff and look back up at him, trying to get this conversation over with, which was something you never wished with Eddie.

“There’s nothing wrong, okay? I promise,” you tell him. Now it was his turn to huff, added with a kick to the ground. You could see that you’re irritating him, and if you were him, you’d be irritated as well. But today was not your day, you just needed time away from him and try to bury the feelings you had towards him even further down. Take the weekend and recoup. Not to mention, his date was merely a hundred feet away and waiting for him to go back to your place and watch a movie together. Your guys’ movie.

“Y/N, please, I know you better than anyone. Can you please ju-“

“Eds! Are we going soon?” Shirley yelled from the van.

Ouch.

She just used your signature nickname for him.

What else did they plan on taking from you today?

“Soon sweetheart, I promise,” Eddie yelled back.

Double ouch.

Now he was using your signature nickname.

“You know what Eddie, just go, she’s waiting on you. Have fun watching Sleepaway Camp,” you tell him. Shit, why’d you just say that.

Your mind was starting to think before your mouth, the feelings that have been brewing the entire day bubbling to the surface and taking over the part of your brain that had rational thinking. That green-eyed monster was started to show her true colors. You turn on your heel and begin to take off towards Nancy’s car, when you feel Eddie grasp your wrist, stopping you.

“Wait, Y/N, how’d you know we were watching Sleepaway Camp? Did she tell you that?” He asks. You sigh and shift towards him.

“Yeah, we talked in the hall. But it’s not big deal Eddie, just go,” you say, not understanding why he was so determined to make things right between the two of you right now? Yeah, the two of you hated leaving things in a bad place, but you never pressed him about anything he was super upset about or just didn’t feel like talking about, and usually he was the same with you. Maybe today was not destined to be in the cards for you after all.

“You’re jealous,” he says matter-of-factly. You scoff and cross your arms, trying to add another layer of defense between you and your fragile heart that was about to break loose with all these feelings. You were starting to lose your resolve, and you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to hold yourself together.

“I am not jealous!”

“You are totally jealous! Jealous that I’m spending time with someone, a girl, who isn’t you. Don’t worry, Y/N, you aren’t being replaced, I’ll always make time for you,” he tells you, thinking he’s helped, when really, it only hurt more. Like he thought he’d have to pencil you into his life.

“It’s not that Eds-“ you begin to say, but his laugh cuts you off.

“Then what is it then? You mad you don’t have a ride? Or-or-or upset that we’re watching Sleepaway Camp?” he pesters you. You could feel yourself getting really worked up and uncomfortable, wanting to just jet off to Nancy’s car and ride far away from this conversation.

“Oh wait, do you like me or something Is that it? Do you have a big ol’ crush on me?” He asks mockingly, making you freeze. “Just tell me what’s wrong Y/N, please.”

You hesitate.

Fuck.

You. Fucking. Hesitate.

“N-no, I don’t have a crush on you,” you say, brushing it off with a weak laugh. You see Eddie himself freeze, looking at you with a deadpan expression. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Wait, Y/N…you have a crush on me?” he asks. That was definitely an understatement. You swallow down a breath that wasn’t able to escape, your body beginning to shake in fear.

You see the way his entire demeanor changed when he realized. The dramatics you so desperately loved stopped all together, replacing it with a scared look. Scared that it’s true and he had to let you down? Scared that he didn’t feel the same way? Scared it was you, of all people? That familiar feeling of wanting to throw your guts up began to boil in the pit of your stomach, your chest tightening as you continued to stare Eddie down like a dear caught in headlights, the silence booming throughout the parking lot. You couldn’t handle this, not tonight. You’ve already had the shittiest day possible, you need to escape before you lose your best friend forever.

You take off in the opposite direction, towards Nancy’s car as you hear Eddie calling after you. The tears were brimming your eyelids, desperate to fall and let every emotion you’ve been bottling up all day to come out in a flood. You open the car door and hop inside, practically shoving Mike in the middle.

“Drive Nance,” you say, shooting them a pleading look.

“Wait, Y/N, what happened?” Robin asks.

“Nancy, can you please drive away, now,” your voice raising as you plead. Nancy responds by changing the gear and stomping her foot on the gas pedal, making your escape out of the parking lot and away from Eddie Munson, who you can see still standing in the empty lot watching you leave. You let out a shaky breath as you turn and face out the window, hot tears rolling down your cheeks and sobs racking your body as you all make the journey to the Wheeler’s house.

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