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“Was it the party?”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: this is part two of ‘i’m always going to take care of you’. you keep telling eddie you’re okay, but he just doesn’t believe you.

warning: this fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault and sexual violence. language, trauma and ptsd. the reader is extremely confused, and terrified of what her body feels like, along with her mind. eddie isn’t trying to be an asshole, but he doesn’t know how to cope with how the reader is acting, so he’s coming off as pushy. it’s not as bad in this part, but will increase for the next part. i know everyone is different and their experiences. this is just how i interpreted my personal experiences. please read with caution. also, please give this some love<3 it took forever to write and super super long.

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He had thought maybe you had hit your head and didn’t remember, in fact, he kept asking you about it on the drive home, because you were nothing short of a chatty kathy. You were trying too hard, and he could tell. You kept talking, trying to convince him, and yourself, that you were okay and that nothing had happened to you. However, there had been no emotion in your voice, and that was a dead giveaway. You were just speaking, your voice cracking at the vocal chords you’d damaged during your screams.

The only thing that had kept you sane was the adrenaline in your system. It was keeping you stable, keeping you from panicking. It all felt like a dream, like it had a deep fog over top of it and was becoming more difficult to remember. You used it as motivation, that maybe, maybe, it would be better by morning. Maybe things would be okay. You were strong. You’d been through worse, and you could get through this.

You were almost hyped up, in a way, thinking that this could just blow over quickly, wouldn’t effect you. Eddie was almost afraid to let you sleep, thinking maybe you’d gotten a concussion, but you needed it, thinking maybe, by morning, this would all be over. He stared at you all night until you both had laid down to sleep, and that adrenaline was the only thing that was allowing Eddie to wrap his arm around you. You had felt high as you drifted off to sleep, and you hoped so badly, that it would all be swept away like a dream.

•

You didn’t believe in god, at least, you didn’t think you did. However, something in the universe was trying to help you, maybe repay you for what had happened the night before. You hadn’t opened your eyes yet, but you felt that pain in between your legs that you had hoped so badly would not be there, but it was worse. You had the urge to let out a pained groan, a scream, but you kept thinking about Eddie. He was right beside you asleep, at least you thought he was.

You turned your neck to the side, whimpering at the pain in your nose. Your heart had skipped a beat at the sight of his empty bed, eyes settling on a piece of paper in his spot. You reached over and grabbed it.

caught called into work, sorry sweetheart. call me when you get up. love, eddie.

You immediately looked around the empty room, needing clarification. A deep, wheezing breath fell from your lips and you caught your reflection in the mirror. Holy hell. You looked just as bad as you did the night before, only worse. You looked like you were in excruciating pain, and you were, you just weren’t dealing with it yet. You moved to sit up, wincing and whimpering. You’d never felt so…stiff before, so sore, and your bones were practically snapping as you moved into a sitting position.

You just sat there, the sound of his old fan clicking with every spin. What do I do now? That was what was going threw your mind. You scanned your memories, and your face crumbled together. Nothing felt like a dream. Nothing felt like it hadn’t happened. It was all there, front and center stage of your mind. You were replaying everything like a movie in your head, gasping quietly at certain images.

Nancy’s clothes still remained clad to your skin, and you moaned at the uncomfortable feeling of how hot you felt. You started to tear up when you pulled off your sweat pants, the muscles in your back stretching uncomfortably at the angle. Dark and angry bruised were splatted like paint on your knees, the memory of being smacked down to the floor replaying in your mind. You whimpered deeply, fingers caressing them. There were a few tiny ones that went down your legs, but your knees had taken most of the damage, and they looked horrible.

Then, you tore your arms out of your sweater, softly sobbing at the pain as you tossed it to the floor. You were bare, besides your thin scrap of underwear. You didn’t have the courage to look down there, yet. Your breath hitched at the dark line across your abdomen, mind flashing quick pictures of the tub you’d been pressed against. It was a few inches above your belly button, deep and agitated, colored with red and purple splatters. You knew they’d only get worse as the days went on, and god, Eddie could not see this.

There were tiny, green spots on your shoulders, but they didn’t compare to your others. You figured you’d be covered in them by the time the sun went down again. You looked up to your reflection, squinting your eyes to see your nose. You let out a sob at the bruise, knowing you sure as shit couldn’t hide that. It was definitely broken. It felt broken. Your breathing was coming out in short wheezes, and you swore you could hear a tiny little pop every time you exhaled. There was blood crusted around your nostrils, some darker than others, indicating you had bled through the night. You looked down to your pillow. Yep, you had.

Then, you slowly spread your thighs apart, keeping your panties on. Blood was stuck to the insides, the bottom of your panties red from the flesh blood. Nancy had cleaned you, but now, it hadn’t done much good, as you were covered in it again. Just seeing it, sent you into another world of hurt. The pain seemed to triple, like you were accepting it.

What else could you do? Eddie wasn’t home, you had the place to yourself. And you thanked whoever the hell lived up in heaven, because you knew if he had been there, he would have found you out. Your eyes were wide, and you were shaking. Vibrating with a certain…energy that you didn’t know how to deal with it. You couldn’t sit up anymore, so you turned to lay on your side.

Then, you let go. You couldn’t help it, it was impossible. You let out a sob that would have killed Eddie, and you curled deep inside yourself, pressing your legs together to ease the deep stab. You needed to go to the hospital. You knew you needed to, but you couldn’t. Eddie would find out.

You weren’t in denial anymore. This was you accepting it. Something horrible had happened to you, whether you wanted to believe it or not. You couldn’t understand it. Why did it happen? Was there something you’d done to cause it? Who was it that followed you to the bathroom? You had so many questions and no answers.

You felt alone. Never in your live had you felt so alone. You felt abandoned, even, and it was damn near just as painful as what your body throbbed in. You had seven hours to do what you pleased. You had seven hours until he got back, so you could cry. You could scream and you could wish that you wouldn’t have to feel it anymore.

You had seven hours to pull yourself together. Because Eddie’s life, his freedom and his reputation, depended on you keeping your mouth shut.

•

“Fuck!” Eddie cursed, swerving in the road as he tried to keep the vase of flowers from spilling in his passenger seat. Water spilled out and stained the seats, gaining strings of vile curses under his breath. He huffed, settled them between his legs as roses hit him in the face.

Work had been extremely busy for him today, and car after car had showed up needing something adjusted. It was good, though, meaning he got more money, but still, he’d been anxious to get home and see you. He’d stopped at the local flower shop right before they’d closed at seven, and was lucky enough to find one bouquet that hadn’t been sold. He also picked out a stuffed panda with it, and even he had to admit that it was cute.

He pulled into the trailer park and slowed down his speed. He’d learned his lesson one night when the children who lived next door where out late playing, and he’d received and earful and a half from an angry mother and father. He smiled softly at the sight of his home, the kitchen light on, and he knew you had to be up and around. He was happily humming a tune to a song he couldn’t remember the name of, something he’d had in his head all day, and slammed the door to his van closed.

He fished his keys out of his pocket, the pandas arm in his mouth and vase in the other. He kicked the door in with his door, maneuvering his way inside. “Hey, sweetheart, I’m home!”

He glanced around the the combined rooms, his nostrils filling with the scent of something cooking. “Where ya’ at, babe?” He set the flowers and stuffed animal on the counter, hopping happily to what was cooking on the stove.

“Just a sec, Ed’s!” You called from the bathroom, and he sampled what seemed to be a stir-fry from the frying pan. He didn’t use to eat vegetables. He hated them, but you got him used to some, saying that he needed to eat them and that it was important. It was hard to deny you when your eyes had looked so full and bright.

“How’s the nose doing?” He shouted back at you, munching on a carrot you’d thrown into the dish. He propped himself up on the counter, kicking his feet out playfully.

“S’fine.” Was all you replied, and he tapped his fingers against his thighs as he waited for you to come out. His vision snapped to the left when the bathroom door opened.

“Hey!” He smiled, hopping down. “How’s my favorite nose in the world doing?” He smirked, his hands coming up to the sides of your arms.

You shrugged your shoulders with a small smile. “It’s okay. Hurts.”

He crinkled his nose as he investigated it, his finger coming up to trace the bandage you’d put on a cut. “Geez’ kid, you really banged yourself up, huh? Looks like you got into a nasty fistfight.”

He smirked, and you exhaled as you tried to mirror it. “Yeah. I made dinner.”

“And I got you flowers.” He bowed his arm, his dark curls cascading down. “And a panda.”

You hummed softly as you walked toward them, playing with a petal. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

You were no longer wearing Nancy’s clothes, and had put in a pair of black leggings and a grey sweatshirt. It got unbelievably hot at night, but you couldn’t risk him seeing your bruises. Your hair was slightly damp from being in the shower, but you didn’t wash your hair, or much of your body for that matter. You had only wanted to get the blood off your thighs, and you barely had the energy for that.

You’d forced yourself to get up and make Eddie dinner, because you had a part to play. You had all day to cry and wish for the sweet release of death to part you from your pain, but that time was up now. You were okay, you just needed to fake it till you made it.

“Anything for my girl.” He kissed your temple, his arm curling around your waist. Your eyes froze on the stem of a rose, his fingers burning your flesh. That feeling sent a panic through your chest, but you couldn’t give it power. No, no, no, you had a part to play.

“You hungry?” You pulled away to grab a plate.

“Starved.” He replied, hopping over to the kitchen table. “You didn’t call today. I was hoping you would.”

“Oh, yeah.” You gulped slowly, hands shakily scooping food onto his plate. “Sorry, I slept all day.”

“I was afraid to let you fall asleep last night.” He chuckled as you returned to the table, setting down two plates for you. Your portion was significantly smaller. “Thought maybe you had a concussion.”

You gripped the edge of the table tightly, gritting your teeth as you slowly lowered yourself to sit down. He stopped talking mid sentence. “You okay?” He raised a brow.

You nodded quickly. “Yeah!” You forced out too quickly, too high pitched, like a frog was stuck in your throat. “How is it?” You gestured to the plate.

“Oh, uh-” He switched his focus. “It’s good! I like that sauce you always put on this. Reminds me of chinese food.”

You smiled as you listened to him talk, your hands shakily picking up your fork. You brought the food up to your mouth, but it tasted sour against your taste buds. You chewed slowly, your stomach curling inside of itself at the foul taste. You breathed heavily through your nose.

“And so I told the guy that we didn’t have a radiator hose, and that we’d have to order one, but he just didn’t listen!”

Minutes were passing and Eddie kept talking, deep in conversation about his work day. You kept forcing yourself to nod along, to smile here and there and add a little comment, but it was becoming harder and harder. You’d barely ate anything, and you were beginning to fidget in your seat, the pain returning between your legs. God, it felt so hot in there. You looked over to the oven to make sure you had turned it off.

“Then by six o’clock this harley pulled in! Shit, babe, you should of seen her. Flames on the side and skulls on the handles!”

The pain was getting hotter, and the hotter it grew, the more you couldn’t keep your focus. With every word Eddie spoke, you kept remembering. Your mind flashed little images here and there. The feeling of the man’s hands, the feeling of his rough lips biting at your own. The feeling of him forcing himself inside you. So many feelings for one girl.

“I really think I’ll have enough money by spring. Image how badass I’d look with one of my own! Maybe I’ll get the Hellfire logo on the side.”

Damnit. God damnit. Why was this happening? Why couldn’t you stop thinking? You were having dinner with Eddie! Eddie depended on you to keep strong, even though he had no clue what in the hell was going on. You were stronger than this. You had to be. You’d had your day to blubber around, damnit. You couldn’t do this, so why were you? It was literally eating you alive, sitting there in that kitchen, eating dinner, you were being tortured by your own brain.

“Sweetheart?”

The pet name pulled out of your water like trance, your eyes growing wide as you looked across to him. “Yeah?” Your voice was thick, full, like vomit was legitimately in your throat.

“Are you okay?” He said carefully, placing down his fork.

You nodded. “Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re shaking.” He said blatantly, nodding down to your hands. You looked down, holding up your hands closer to you. Your brows narrowed. They were indeed shaking.

You swallowed roughly, tucking your hands down to your lap. You said nothing.

“You not eating anything?”

The mere thought made you want to pass out. You gave your plate a glance, blinking slowly. “I’m not hungry.”

He’d been wrapped up in telling you his work stories, a ceremony you both did every night, but now, he could tell something was off. It was overwhelming how much he took in, in so little time. His elbows rested on the table, watching you carefully. “What’s the matter?”

Your eyes batted up to him again. “I said I was fine.”

He could feel a potential argument brewing in the near future, but holy shit was that the lie of the century. He straightened himself. “Then why are you so quiet? You’re never this quiet.”

You huffed, growing uncomfortable under his intense stare. “Eddie- my nose hurts.” You pushed out a breath, your hand coming up the sore bridge.

His lips parted in question. “That bad? Y/n, if it hurts that bad then you should go to the hospital.”

You shook your head, crossing your legs uncomfortably. “No- no, it’s not that bad.”

His brows raised inquisitively at your defiance. You just said it hurt. Why were you changing your words? He sighed quietly, looking back down to your uneaten food. He was worried about you, but more so confused you. You were being difficult, and you never acted that way. What had gotten you so riled up?

You were both met with an awkward silence, and guilt swarmed over you, a sudden, intense feeling of sadness washing over you. “I’m sorry.” You muttered.

“Honey, you’re freaking me out, here.” He said with a humorless grin, not knowing what else to say. He reached his hand out to you. “Did I do something?”

“No.” You rushed quickly, your eyes growing wide. “No, no, you did nothing.” Your voice was the softest he’d ever heard, the most genuine words you’d said all night. You grabbed his hand, ignoring the feeling the contact gave you.

“Then what’s wrong?” He pressed gingerly, his other hand coming atop of yours. “You said your nose is fine, so why are-”

“I’m just- I’m overwhelmed, Eddie.” You gulped, stuttering out the words, glaring down at your hand trapped between his.

“Why?”

“I don’t know! Work, I guess.” You pushed, your breathing becoming louder, strained.

You were met with silence, and you could feel his eyes staring at you, hard. You bit your tongue, not being able to take your eyes off your hand. You let flashing back to his hands. But the hands who held you now where not his, they were Eddie’s. You had to calm down.

And he knew you were lying. Sitting there watching you, Eddie knew you weren’t telling him something. Whether it was big or small, simply something that embarrassed you, it was something that you were keeping from him, and it was obviously affecting you. Maybe it was wrong on him to push you, to keep asking what was wrong, but you didn’t get this way. It was out of your character, so it puzzled him.

“Y/n,” His hand had traveled up to your wrist, and you couldn’t keep still anymore. You jolted up out of your seat, spilling your drink in the process, and clutched your hands to your stomach. Eddie jumped in surprise, his eyes widening at your sudden out burst.

“Sorry- sorry,” You gasped, scooting out of your seat. Your eyes were brimming with tears, and tripped on your own feet trying to get out of your seat.

“Baby, hey-” He tried to reach out to help you, but you only shook your head and backed away.

“I uh- shower, I’m gonna take a shower.” That was all you said, nodding your head quickly as you darted off to the bathroom. You slammed the door quickly, locking it and turning on the faucet. Once the water began to pour, you covered your mouth with both of your hands, sobbing between your fingers. Your body trembled as you sunk to the floor, having no plans to actually get in the water. You curled up into ball, the position the only comfortable one you could seem to be in these days, and cried your heart out.

It was too hard. Pretending was too hard. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, what had happened. You had swore that you’d be okay, that all you needed to do was buck up and that you’d get through it. Without anyones help. But you couldn’t. Every time he spoke, you were only being flashed back to that night. The touch of his hands sent you into a frenzy. You couldn’t pretend. And you were devastated by this, because even though Eddie had no idea what had happened, he knew something was wrong, and it was only a matter of time before he found out.

•

He was racking his brain trying to figure out what he’d done. You didn’t want him touching you, he was able to tell that much. So he must of done something, right? He had to admit, he did sorta ditch you at the party to swim the guys, but you made it clear that was what you wanted. Did you lie? Were you mad at him for that?

You had been in the bathroom for almost an hour now, he spent that time cleaning up, trying to make up for….well, whatever the hell he did. He had changed out of his work uniform and into a pair of grey sweatpants, along with a plain, black t-shirt. His hair was wild from his frivolous he was working, cleaning up your small home. It may have been small, but you decorated it nicely.

His heart skipped a beat at the sound of the shower turning off, and he quickly pushed away loose strands of hair. He leaned against the counter, pretending to make himself look busy and that he wasn’t staring at you. Your figure caught his eye, and he turned, his eyes immediately narrowing. You hadn’t changed clothes, your hair wasn’t wet. You had not taken a shower.

Your eyes were completely bloodshot, red all around the rims. You tried to dry your tear tracks, but it was useless. It was obvious that you’d been crying, and it was obvious that you just sat in the there for the past hour. That made him feel worse, his heart sinking as you both stared at each other. Had you wanted to get away from him?

“Was it the party?” He was going to try a different approach, a lighter one, but upon sight of your tears, he couldn’t. He needed to know what was going on.

Your eyes widened. You hated that they did, but you couldn’t help it. Your hands melted into tight fists at your sides. “What?” You squeaked.

“Sweetheart, if you didn’t want me to hang out with the guys you should of just told me.” He said softly, taking a step closer to you. “I would have stayed with you, I just thought-”

You should of been relieved that he wasn’t going where you thought he was, but you weren’t. You didn’t want to talk about the party. It was all you could think about.

“No, no, I said you didn’t do anything wrong, Eddie.” You squeezed your eyes shut in exasperation, your fingers coming up to your nose.

“Then why are you so….reserved?” He couldn’t help the huff that escaped, desperate to cure your ailment. “You won’t talk to me. Y/n, you don’t even want me touching you. What did I do?” His ringed hands gestured out between the two of you.

He was overwhelming you. Already, even after your breakdown in the bathroom, you could feel yourself start to panic again. You took a deep, noisy breath as you squeezed your hands. Giving him a tired look. “Please- I just want to go to bed, Eddie. I’m just tired, alright? Don’t worry about me. I just need to sleep.” You stressed painfully, and his eyes stared at your hands, that were now shaking again.

He swallowed a lump in his throat, an uneasy feeling in his gut that was going off like alarm bells. “I can’t just- I can’t just not worry about you, y/n.” He strained, his voice growing tired at trying to pry it out of you.

Your hands moved to cover your face, your fingers pulling at your scalp tiredly. You were so tired. You felt like you could sleep forever. You wanted to sleep forever. “Do you think you could sleep on the couch, tonight?” You had no problem saying it, even though it hurt you, but you felt like you didn’t have a choice.

You slowly pulled your hands down, your lip pulling down at the sight of him. “What?” He froze. His eyes sunk, melting into a gleam of sadness. You’d never asked him that before, even when you were in a phase of constant fighting.

“I just want..to be alone tonight.” Your voice cracked at the hurt look on his face, and you grabbed your stomach to keep from curling over.

And honestly, Eddie felt like crying. He was so confused, and felt so guilty for way you were acting. You were scaring him. He’d never seen you, or anyone, for that matter, seem so petrified. But, he obviously wasn’t helping the situation. He had tried time and time again to get you to open up, to get you to talk to him, but you refused. You always talked to him, never had a problem with it before. It was just the kind of couple you were. Eddie wasn’t good when it came to processing his emotions, so his response came out dry, and border lining pissed off. “Fine.”

•

Three days later, and you and Eddie were at the worst you’d ever been. You were barely speaking to each other, and he had continued sleeping on the couch ever since you’d asked him to that first night. He was doing this purposely though, trying to give you space. He realized crowding you wasn’t going to help him. He thought, maybe, if he give you time and space to breath, you’d come to him when you were ready. That’s what he kept telling himself.

But it had been three days. Three days since you’d had a decent conversation. A kiss or a hug. You were at your worst. You were trying to keep it bottled up as much as you could when he was home from work, but it barely made any difference. When he was at work, you sobbed in bed all day, holding the space between your legs that ached. It felt like you’d been torn in two, and it hurt so, so bad, and wouldn’t go away. Your hair was greasy from not being washed. You weren’t eating properly. You weren’t doing anything.

You knew you were destroying Eddie, but you couldn’t help it. You had wanted to be so strong for him, for yourself, but you weren’t. This was bigger than you. It consumed you and became the only thought in your brain. That night when you had been raped. You had no energy, but when he’d come home, you’d at least try to just lay there in bed, but it was becoming harder and harder. Your words with Eddie were becoming far and few between. It created a dramatic tension between you. He stared at you the entire time, waiting for you to talk to him, but the words would not fall from your lips.

Your bruises looked horrible. Dark and much more angry. They hurt to the touch. Your knees ached terribly and you had to sneak an ice pack to lay with, switching it from your legs to your abdomen, sometimes holding it between your thighs. You felt as if you’d been strangled from the inside out. You felt pathetic, guilty for something you didn’t understand, like the weight of the world was on your shoulders. Your nose was swollen and it made it difficult to breath out of, the bruises now a dark, deep purple, almost black. More had sprouted up around your body. Some on your back, across your chest. A few scratches too, but you didn’t remember getting them. Nightmares had now possessed you, ruining the peaceful escape that sleep gave you. They were all foggy, but the only thing you could remember was fear, that night being replayed over and over of what it felt like.

“I just don’t know what I’m doing, man. I mean…I’ve tried apologizing, but shit, I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for! She won’t say anything to me! She won’t come near me! It’s like…it’s like she’s scared of me or something, man! I don’t know what the fuck to do.” Eddie was pacing quickly, arms flailing about, ranting to Steve and Robin who war behind the counter at the family video. He was in his work uniform, clocked out for his half hour lunch break.

“I’ve tried giving her space. I’ve tried to be patient, but damn! She’s freaking me out guys! I’m worried about her!” He was biting his nails, practically forgetting about his friends who were giving him weird looks.

“Look man,” Steve cleared his throat. “Maybe it’s just…I don’t know, that time of the month or something.”

“Oh, God.” Robin groaned, leaning into her hands. “It’s called a period, Steve, and you can’t blame that on everything.”

“Then why wouldn’t Stacy go out with me last night!” Steve argued.

“Guys!” Eddie snapped, banging his fists on the counter and making them jump. “You guys got all shift to talk about the female body, right now, I’m worried about my female, okay? Help me! What do I do?”

“Are you sure you didn’t do something to piss her off?” Robin tried again, not having much interest in Eddie’s love life. She loved you, don’t get her wrong, but she didn’t care much to hear Eddie bitch and complain all day. It was hard to get him to stop.

“Yes!” He nodded furiously, smacking the table repeatedly with hopped steps. “I haven’t done anything! And she won’t fucking tell me what’s wrong!”

The three jumped when the doorbell rang, signaling a customer came in, and turned around. “Hey, Nance.” Steve smiled, waving her over. “How’d you like the movie?”

Nancy hadn’t even gotten fully inside when she made eye contact with Eddie’s figure, and froze by the door. She gripped her bag tightly in hand, swallowing roughly. “It was alright.” She never did watch it. In fact, it was four days over due, with a whopping bill of $1:80. She didn’t have the desire to watch movies these days.

“Hey, Eddie.” She closed the door, slowly making her way towards her friends.

“Wheeler.” He nodded in a greet, barely catching her eye as he kept his focus on what was wrong with his girlfriend.

All Nancy did for the past three days was thing about you. She couldn’t eat, could barely sleep. She wanted so badly to come see you, but she was afraid of overstepping. She had horrible, horrible guilt about the party. She was blaming herself for inviting all of those people over. She wanted to come help you, to come take care of you. But she was afraid. Most importantly, she was curious. Did you tell Eddie? She came up to the counter, standing right beside him as she slid the rental toward Robin. She looked over to the side as discreetly as she could, barely even registering Steve rant about how good Back to the future 2 was.

“What’s going on?” She tilted her chin down to gain his attention.

“Huh?” He blinked, sniffling. “Oh, uh- just on my lunch break. Trying to get some dating advice from Lavern and Shirley here.” He scoffed, turning to lean on the counter.

“Dating advice?” Her big, curious eyes were full of worry, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip.

“Yeah.” Eddie pursed his lips, crossing his arms. “Y/n is being really weird. I’m worried about her.” He said quietly, guilt making him sigh heavily.

Nancy’s heart sank. You didn’t tell him. It wasn’t her place, she didn’t get a say in it, but she knew that he needed to know. She knew how dependent you were on him, how dependent he was on you. You guys told each other everything. It was just the kind of couple you were. You were handling this all by yourself, and she was thankful no one was looking to see her bottom lip quiver. “How so?” Her words practically came out in a whisper.

“Quiet.” He stared at the windows. “She’s jumpy and…I don’t know, she seems like she’s upset with me for something. Doesn’t want me to touch her. Hell, she’s barely even speaking to me. She keeps saying it’s just her nose but I don’t believe her.” He rushed, coming to pinch the bridge of his nose. “She seems so spaced out, like she’s scared. She doesn’t even want me sleeping with her. I don’t understand what I did, Wheeler.”

Oh, god, she had to see you. She had to check up on you. Nancy gulped harshly, feeling sick to her stomach. She glanced back to Steve and Robin, who were arguing about some cheap horror flick. “I could check up on her.” She said confidently.

He turned to look at her.

“If that’s okay.” She added, features shrinking against his stare.

“Could you?“ He exhaled, uncrossing his arms. “I’d appreciate it. Maybe…I don’t know, maybe she just needs a girlfriend to talk to. Can you let me know what she says? I can’t think straight thinking about her like that all by herself.”

Nancy stalled, but gave a nod. She could deal with that later.

“Hey, thanks, Nancy.” He smiled, clapping her on the shoulder, his tense body relaxing. “I gotta go back to work, but maybe I can catch up with you later?”

She parted her lips slightly, forcing a smile as guilt ate her alive. “Okay- yeah, sure.” She could deal with that later.

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𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you ask joseph if he can fuck you in character as eddie, and he’s more than happy to do it. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | joseph quinn (rpf) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut (minors dni, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, doggy style) degradation kink, he’s a sweetheart 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i’ve had this idea for a while and i finally got it down on paper hehe enjoy!

“You want me to do what?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, don’t act like that,” you huffed. “It was just a thought, take it or leave it.”

Joseph’s eyes were wide as he considered the offer you had just laid at his feet and, for as good of an actor as he was, you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey with furrowed eyebrows and moonish eyes and an agape mouth. “Repeat that,” he said finally.

“What?” you asked. “I want you to fuck me in character. You act like I’ve asked something monstrous of you.”

“No, no, it’s just…” Joe began, and he laughed. “Eddie is so different from me. I didn’t think you’d like him at all.”

“I do,” you admitted. “He’s just so sweet.”

“And you want to fuck him?” Joe asked with a lilting laugh. At least he seemed amused by the idea. “In costume and everything?”

“Yeah,” you admitted quietly, lightly chewing at your fingernails. “Look, Joey, it took a lot of courage for me to even ask, so if you’re gonna tease me about it—”

“No!” Joe said quickly, and he moved to sit next to you on the bed. The trailer was small, obviously not built for more than one person, but you and Joe made it work.

You had only seen him in costume once, when he popped by the trailer during lunch to grab his phone charger, and the sight of the long hair and the tattoos had done something to you. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, and, as lovely as your Joe was, you wanted to see if he would even agree to something like that.

“Listen, I-I like the idea,” Joe told you. “I was just surprised. Are you sure it’s something you want?”

“I’m sure,” you told him. He put his strong arms around you and carefully tugged you to sit on his lap, and you tossed your arms around his neck, smiling at him. “Is that a yes? You’ll do it?”

Joe sucked at the back of his teeth, and he nodded. “You’re persuasive,” he told you, and his hand lightly touched your cheek, his thumb moving back and forth on the high point of your face. “Do you wanna plan it, or let it be a surprise?”

“Surprise me,” you said. “Surprise me with Eddie.”

“I’ll be sure to,” Joe told you, and he kissed you softly, his perfect pink lips pressing and molding to yours. He tasted like cigarettes, even though he swore up and down that he would quit, but you didn’t mind it really. It was just so perfect and so Joe that it made your head spin if you thought about it too hard.

The next day passed with no Eddie appearance, and so did the next. Your time on set was coming to an end soon— visiting from London for a week didn’t exactly give you a lot of time with him, especially with the shooting schedule being so hectic, sometimes 12 hour days that spanned all night and left your Joey incredibly tired when he schlumped into the trailer at 6AM— and you almost worried that he had forgotten. You didn’t want to remind him, though; you didn’t want to lump another thing onto his back. Even if it never came to fruition, you decided, the fact that he said he would try meant the world to you.

Finally, the day before your flight back home, your last dinner with Joe, it happened. You stepped into the trailer and slung your bag down, and you settled on the sofa before you took notice of a smell. It wasn’t a bad smell, just different, and you quickly identified it.

Cologne. Not the Dior stuff that you were used to Joe wearing, but something that stung a little in your nose, something cheap. And a hint of cigarettes, maybe? Cheap cologne and cigarettes. Your eyes widened, and you called out “Joey? Oh, umm… Eddie?”

There was a commotion from behind the closed door that led to the itty bitty bedroom, and you heard a distinctly non-South London voice call back to you. “One sec, sweetheart!” he said in a pitch-perfect American accent, and your heart fell into your stomach. It was happening. He was doing this for you.

The door slid open, and your mouth fell agape at the sight before you. Your prim and proper Joseph was completely transformed, long hair that framed his jaw and touched his shoulders, curled like his real hair but much darker than his, wearing ripped jeans and white tennis shoes and that distinctive black and white Hellfire Club shirt. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows to show off the tattoos that he now had on his arms, and you could see one peeking out the top of his shirt. The rings on his fingers made you shiver, and, everything added altogether, you couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this for you.

“There she is,” he said with a wide smile, and he came to stand in front of you. His belt was right in your eyeline, and your eyes widened at the handcuff belt buckle. Jesus. Your mouth went dry and you swallowed, and you looked up at Joe with wide eyes. “What do you think, babe?”

“You look…” you started, and you struggled for the right word. “Hot.”

“Well, I know that,” Joe said and rolled his eyes. “You like what you see, huh?”

You stretched out your hands to touch him, and you hooked your fingers in his belt and tugged him a step closer. He laughed under his breath as you touched him all over, your hands wandering from his thighs to his stomach and to his neck, and you tugged up his shirt to see the demon and the spider tattoos on his chest. “Oh, yeah,” Joe chuckled, still stuck in the accent. “Aren��t these tats sweet?”

“This is so weird,” you laughed lightly, and you placed a kiss on Joe's belly before you let his shirt fall back down. “Oh my God, Joey…”

“Who’s Joey?” Joe asked, his eyebrows furrowing. “Have you been seein’ other guys behind my back?”

“Never, my love,” you told him, and you stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d never do that. I only want my Eddie.”

“Good,” Joe told you, and he brushed a kiss across your lips. “‘Cause I only want my sweetheart.”

Your lips tingled with his kiss, and you couldn’t help the heat that was quickly invading your body. He was hot. Your Joey was everything to you, he was incredibly sexy and smart and attractive and kind and every good thing that could be said about a person, but Eddie was different. Eddie was a different sort of sexy, in a way that seemed almost dangerous, like he would bend you over the counter and fuck you at any second.

“Speaking of,” Joe began, kissing your cheek softly. “My dick is hard as fuck. Think you can help with that?”

“God!” you laughed, your face heating up. “Blunt.”

“You know how us Americans are,” Joe laughed, his cheeks tinging pink. “We’re nothing if not blunt. C’mon, sweetheart, I know how bad you wanna suck me off.”

“I do,” you admitted. “But maybe I just wanna kiss you first. Say hi properly, y’know?”

“Sure,” Joe replied, and he slotted his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing your ass for a moment. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” you giggled, and you leaned up to kiss him again. “How’re you doing?”

“M’fine,” Joe shrugged. “Couldn’t wait to get a break and come see you.”

“How long do we have?” you asked.

“Just under an hour,” Joe told you, his big eyes sparkling at you. At least he didn’t have to wear any colored contacts for Eddie; if you didn’t see his wide brown eyes, you would be too sad. “Think that’s enough time?”

“Oh, definitely,” you nodded. “So I guess I’ve gotta get to work, right?”

“Yeah,” Joe nodded. “Sooner, the better.”

You kissed him one last time, and your hands went to the handcuff belt buckle, opening his pants to you. Even a brush of your hand across his pants had him hissing in a breath, and he mumbled, “Don’t you fuckin’ tease me, sweetheart.”

“I’m not,” you giggled, and Joe’s hand came to grab your chin, and he forced you to look at him. There was something different in his eyes, something a little darker than you were used to, but the intensity only made your cunt twitch.

“Fuckin’ talking back,” Joe said. “Don’t make me get mean with you. Just suck my dick, baby.”

“I like you like this,” you blurted out, and your face went even warmer as Joe’s eyes widened for just a moment.

“Yeah?” He asked, and you smiled as his true accent crept through for just a moment.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Kinda mean. I like it.”

“I can do mean,” Joe said, fixing himself and settling back fully into Eddie. His shoulders went back and he stood up straighter, and you grinned as your sweet Joey disappeared under the blanket of Eddie once more. “C’mon, we don’t have all day, princess, get down there.”

“Yes, sir,” you giggled, and you quickly worked yourself to your knees, fully undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

“I like sir, that’s cute,” Joe said, and his hand cradled your cheek as you pulled out his cock. He was right; he was hard as fuck. His cock felt like hot steel, all hard ridges and veins as it twitched in your hand, and you were quick to put your mouth on him, suckling at the uncut head of his cock.

You heard his breath catch in his throat at your small movements, and you took him a bit deeper as his hand came to your head. His fingers itched in your hair for a moment before taking hold and tugging you further onto his cock. You groaned in the back of your throat as you eagerly sucked him, and you hollowed your cheeks out to hug his cock tight. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, already leaking precum, and the taste of it made you moan softly.

“Oh, you like that?” Joe asked, looking down at you, and you looked at him through your eyelashes. “Fuck, look at you. Take it, just like that…” He moaned, long and low in his chest, as your tongue massaged his cock, and he mumbled out, “Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth’s so good.”

You fell off of his cock with a gasp, the sticky precum mixing with your spit and dripping off your lips and his cock, and Joe let go of your hair to cradle the back of your head with his hand. “M’gonna fuck your face,” Joe said, and the roughness of his words combined with the American accent made your cunt throb and clench around nothing again. You were wet, you could feel it dampening your panties, and you wriggled a bit to get some kind of friction from your jeans. “Oh, what, baby? Need some attention?”

“Please,” you whimpered, and Joe smoothed his hand down to your neck, holding you firmly for a moment before he dropped from you completely.

“Get over to that bed,” he told you, and, when you stood, he landed a firm smack on your ass. “Go on, baby, I’ll be there in a sec. Undress for me, get all ready.”

“Can I touch myself?” you asked. Joe usually didn’t care about that sort of thing, but you were picking up the vibe that Eddie might care.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Good girl, asking for permission.”

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as you did as he told you, and he watched you eagerly, stroking his cock. It was unbelievable how attractive Joe was as Eddie, and you reached out for him as you took off your shirt. “Kiss me, Eds, please,” you whined, and he stepped forward towards the bed, his hand still tight around his cock.

Joe leaned forward and quickly connected his lips to yours, his tongue immediately claiming your mouth. You moaned at how dominant he was, and Joe smiled as he broke the kiss. “You’re enjoying this a little too much,” he told you with a chuckle. “Never gonna want ole Joey again after this, only me, huh?”

“I’ll always want Joey,” you told him, and you planted your feet on the bed and shimmied out of your jeans. “Joey is kind and sweet and has a stellar cock, but one night with Eddie is… Fun.”

You watched as blush invaded Joe’s cheeks at your compliments, and you grinned as he nodded. His hands went to your body, and he smoothed his fingers up the sides of your body until he got to your bra, and he removed it with ease. Joe leaned forward and kissed you softly once more, and his mouth traveled to your neck in an instant. “You want a hickey?” he whispered, and you nodded quickly, your hands finally going to grab at his hair. The wig was surprisingly lifelike, and, to be honest, it sorta creeped you out, but Joe seemed to like when you tugged on it.

Joe’s hands went to your panties as he sucked hard at your neck, and your back arched into him. “Eddie,” you moaned softly, and Joe made a strangled noise deep in his chest.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he whispered, nipping at the mark on your neck. “Say my name, baby, let everyone know who you’re fucking.”

“Eddie,” you whined, and Joe tugged down your panties, discarding them off the side of the bed.

“Jesus Christ, look at you,” Joe chuckled, his eyes locking on your cunt. You squirmed a little under his gaze, and his strong hands came to grasp your thighs, holding your legs and cunt open for him. “This little pussy, already so messy and wet.”

Joe’s hand came to your pussy, and he tucked his thumb onto your clit, touching it just enough for you to jolt and moan. “Yeah, baby,” he whispered under his breath, and the sound of it made your cunt flutter and twitch. “Good girl, you’re all wet for me. You think you’re ready?” His fingers, adorned with those heavy silver rings, lightly swept up your pussy, collecting some of your slick on his fingertips, and the sight of his glistening fingers made you nod quickly.

“Fuck me,” you gasped, your chest heaving with anticipation. “Please, Eds, please fuck me.”

“Oh, baby, the whining,” Joe chuckled, taking hold of his cock once more. He stroked himself a few more times, watching your pussy wink and flutter at him, and he hissed in a breath. “Turn around,” he told you quickly. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.”

Your arms shook underneath you as you got into the position he asked, and you felt him grab a handful of your hair as the burning head of his cock slid up your pussy from behind you. Without warning, Joe snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one swift movement, and you moaned in surprise. “Eddie!” you squealed, and his hand left your hair to press between your shoulder blades, urging you down until just your ass swayed in the air.

“Yeah, baby,” Joe mumbled, and he withdrew himself from you for a slow, agonizing second before filling you once more, his balls hitting your sticky cunt as he buried himself up to the hilt in you. The position made him feel so much deeper inside you, like he was fucking your throat, and you uselessly grabbed at the bedhseets to anchor yourself as he started to properly fuck you.

Joe grabbed your hips and fucked you back onto him, and you whimpered at the feeling of him. “Fuck,” you whined into the mattress, but Joe didn’t seem to hear you; if he did, he ignoeed you. His hand smoothed across your ass for a moment as he fucked you hard, the sound of your skin colliding making that hot coil in your belly tighten, and he finally smacked your ass hard.

You gasped in shock, and you dug your fingernails into the bed once the pain finally registered on your skin. “Eddie,” you moaned. “Fuck, baby.”

“I know,” Joe groaned, and he kept up his rhythm, spearing you hard onto his cock, the lewd wet noises of your pussy reverberating off of the walls of the bedroom. “So deep in your little pussy, huh? You like it like this?”

“Love it,” you whined. “Love your cock, Joey.”

Joe was quiet for a moment, obviously absorbing that you had said his name instead of Eddie’s, and he smacked your ass again when he recovered. “S’not my fucking name,” he said on a growl, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged your face out of the bed. “What’s my name, baby?”

“Eddie,” you gasped, and you reached back to touch him, any part of him. Your hand found his quickly, and he threaded your fingers together as he continued his nearly-punishing pace.

“Say it again,” Joe said. “Say it ‘til you forget that other guy’s name. It’s only Eddie, isn’t it, baby?”

“Eddie,” you said, and his hand squeezed yours tightly. “Eddie, fuck me, Eddie.”

“Glad to know you take directions,” Joe laughed, smacking your ass again. He let go of your hand and leaned forward, molding his front to your back, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to drag you further into him. “Fuck, baby… Fuck.”

When he spoke next, you jumped. “Jesus, love… Hard to-to keep it together.” His accent broke through fully, dropping Eddie for a moment as he fucked you deep, and your cunt throbbed hard around his cock. You had already gotten so used to the Eddie voice, hearing Joe’s real voice was a shock.

“Do you need to stop?” you asked, and Joe shook his head.

“No, baby, I’m fine,” he said, his American accent back again. “Just keep hugging my dick like that, you’re gonna make me cum so hard.”

Your cunt pulsed at his words, and he buried his face in your neck to smother his loud moan. Joe had never been like this before, and it was absolutely a turn on for you, seeing how unhinged and frankly animal he was being.

“Eddie,” you whispered, reaching back and taking his hand again. “I love you.”

Joe groaned again, fucking you roughly as he held your hand, and, into your neck, he muttered, “I love you too, princess. God, fuckin’ love you so much.”

“Cum inside me,” you told him, and Joe kissed at your neck almost frantically, laying peck after peck onto your skin.

“Oh, no, I’m not,” Joe said. “I’m not cumming ‘til you do. Better speed it up, baby.” With that, he let go of your hand and reached forward, and you moaned high in your throat as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Just like that?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, and your hands went back to the blankets, grabbing them in your fists as your legs began to shake. The way he was fucking you, along with playing with your clit, and the overwhelming energy of feral Eddie, it was all so much, and you felt the hot coil in your stomach tighten and tighten until it threatened to burst with every fuck into your body that Joe gave you.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Joe muttered, his voice low and breaking. “Feel so good, this pussy, you take me so well. Are you getting close?”

“I’m gonna cum,” you hissed, reaching between your legs and grabbing at Joe’s wrist. The chain link bracelet he wore was cool to the touch, as were his rings, and you shined and pushed back against him as he fucked forward. You cried as you felt him deeper than ever before, the pain blossoming in your tummy and slowly melting into pleasure, and Joe laughed into your ear, taking the fleshy lobe into his mouth.

“Deep, baby?” he asked, and you nodded quickly. “Did it hurt?”

“Yes,” you sobbed. “But I like it, don’t stop, y-you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yes ma’am,” Joe chuckled, and he grabbed your hip and shoved you further back on him as he fucked you. The pain rocketed through you again, but it all settled in your pussy and clit, and you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer if he kept up with that. Everything all combined, his fingers on your throbbing clit and the punishing rhythm, it was too much, and you squeezed his wrist as the coil burst in your stomach and you came hard around him.

“Fuck, baby,” Joe laughed as your legs shook, and he added, “Good girl, milking my cock so good, fuck. Still want me to cum inside you?”

You felt lightheaded with the intensity of your orgasm, and you could only blearily nod at him. Every sense was jacked up to ten, and the feel of him inside your sensitive channel made you whimper and cry. “Fuck, J-Eddie, oh my God.”

“Aw, look at the mess you made,” Joe said, still fucking you just as hard as before. “So much cum… M’gonna give it to you, you ready?” You nodded quickly, squeezing his wrist again, and Joe finally let go of your clit to play with your fingers for a moment before he grabbed your hand hard. “Fuck, you’re perfect, baby, so fuckin’ perfect, good girl…”

He fucked into you one last time, burying himself as deep into your cunt as he could manage, and you gasped as he pumped you full of his cum. His body was warm against yours, his belt clinking as his hips stuttered, and your shaking legs finally gave out as he pulled out of you.

You laid in the bed, panting and trying to regain some of your brain, and you heard the sounds of Joe cleaning himself up, wiping away the bits of cum on a discarded bath towel, and you remembered that he had to go back to work after this. “You alright?” Joe asked, and you couldn’t exactly understand why your eyes watered at the sound of his accent, his voice back. “Love, talk to me, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you said softly, slowly sitting up. Your body was already sore from his roughness, and you groaned at the ache in your legs. When you looked up, Joe was knelt beside the bed, looking at you with those big doe eyes of his, his eyebrows pitched up with worry.

“Was it too much?” he asked. “Was I too mean?”

“No, darling, it’s not that,” you said softly. “I’m just…” You took a deep breath, and you giggled lightly. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Yeah,” Joe chuckled. “Did you like it?”

You nodded. “It felt… Weird,” you started. “Like, it was you, but it wasn’t, and you-you fucked me so hard, you’ve never— but I liked it! It was just weird.”

“Weird for me too,” Joe said, and he slowly stood up, brushing the hair behind his ear. “Hair got all in my mouth at one point. I hate this wig. But it was weird to fuck you and not be me. I did like it, though. I always like fucking you.”

“Good to know,” you chuckled, and you pulled him to you and planted a kiss on his puffy lips. “Thank you for doing that for me. I love you.”

“I love you too, darling,” Joe said, and he kissed you again, gentle and loving and everything that Joe was that you loved. “We have a few minutes before I need to get back, can I do anything for you before I leave?”

“No,” you said. “Just be my Joey, and I’ll be happy.”

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I just cannot. he’s so fine. such a beautiful specimen. I want to chew on him

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master-skywalker-01 · 3 years ago

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That’s! A ! MIIIISSSSSS !!!

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master-skywalker-01 · 3 years ago

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#Joseph Quinn is pulling an Andrew Garfield

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I Know What You Want From Me / Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Song fic of 18 by Anarbor, your parents kick you out when you tell them you can't be with Jason because you're already dating Eddie...except that you aren't. So now you have to go to Eddie after not speaking for years and ask to not only live with him, but pretend to date you too. What could possibly go wrong there?

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, semi-public sex (they're in the woods), squirting, unprotected sex (reader on pill, but not stated until after), cream pie, choking, spanking, protective reader (Jason gets his shit rocked), angst with a happy ending, fluff, protective Eddie, reader's parents are awful

Words: 9746 (oops?)

a/n: I feel like I've been working on this forever and a day. With the finale, I had to stop because angst wasn't something I could handle just yet. But the fluff and ending makes the angst worth it. Requests are still open.

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Part 2 (coming soon, let me know if you want to be tagged for it)

Not my gif!! Credit to the lovely @msmischief101

It’s been a long time since you’ve pulled into Forest Hills Trailer Park. A really long fucking time. Part of you wants to turn around, just get on the highway and never look back at this godforsaken town and their prejudiced beliefs. That having money and a pristine lifestyle makes you worth something. It’s bullshit. And you fucking hate it. And you want out. Hell, your bags are already packed in the backseat behind you.

You’re eighteen, legally, if you really wanted to, you could run. Run as far away from not only Hawkins, but Indiana in general. Now that you’re eighteen, you have a sizable trust fund. Your father wanted to rescind your rights to it. Change it to where you’d only see a penny once you were twenty-one. Or worse; married. Somehow your mother convinced him not to do that, that you’d be able to use the money for college.

You’re not even sure you want to do that either.

But there was one person in your life who told you that no matter what you did, they’d always stick beside you. While that statement hasn’t held true these last six years or so, it was far from it being his fault. No, you shamefully hold that crown.

Once you started to rise up the social ladder in school and your father got a big time promotion at work, your parents forced the social debutant bullshit on you. You hated every single second of it. Every one of those dumb parties they dragged you to. The dinners and get-togethers. They all sucked. And everyone there was so vapid and full of themselves, you wanted to scream.

Now that you’re eighteen and “supposed” to be looking at prestigious colleges for some job you’ll never want, your parents did the worst thing imaginable. They tried to set you up. Quite literally wanted to give you an arranged marriage. God, the look your father gave you like it was supposed to be some wonderful gift you should be grateful for. As if being pawned off to someone like Jason Carver is to be coveted.

Fuck that.

So you did something really stupid. Like, really stupid. You told them that you couldn’t be with Jason because you were already with someone else. You’d hoped it would just be enough to make them drop the issue. It wasn’t. They poked and prodded until you gave them a name. You told them the only person in Hawkins you could even remotely think of.

Eddie Munson.

The conversation with your parents was pretty short after that. Being told to pack your bags and not come back if you wanted to align yourself with “someone like him.” That if you were grown up enough to make your choices, to go live with him and see how long it lasts, and not to come crying to them when you wind up pregnant.

You did exactly that. Grabbed everything you felt couldn’t be replaced and left. But for some reason, instead of just driving towards the town limit and getting the fuck out of dodge, you found yourself on your way to the trailer you used to spend a good chunk of your childhood in.

Because you grew up there. You were once neighbors- something your parents try very hard to forget- and childhood best friends. You used to be on a first name basis with Wayne. And despite what everyone says about him, that he’s a freak or the satanist propaganda, you know Eddie. Knew Eddie. So maybe there was some small part of you that hoped Eddie was still that sweet kid at heart and would let you crash for a few months until graduation and then you could leave Hawkins for good.

It was a stupid idea from the start. One not fully formulated or even properly processed.

But here you are, pulling up to the familiar, yet foreign trailer with Eddie’s van parked right out front. And of course it’s pouring rain. The day your life goes to shit wouldn’t be a nice, calm evening. No. When have you ever been that lucky? When is anyone that lucky?

Turning the engine off, you sit and listen to the rain patter against the roof of your car. Contemplating leaving again. Maybe the real reason you came here was so that you would be convinced to stay. Eddie has never been one to run from his problems. The bloody nose he gave Jason a year ago for taking a swing on him is proof of that. So maybe you really want someone to tell you to man the fuck up and grab life by the balls or some shit.

Just some strange words that manage to sound inspiring because they’re coming from Eddie’s goofy grin.

“Fuck it,” you grind your teeth, shoving your door open and stepping out into the storm, wincing when the freezing water sinks into your skin. “Shit, shit, shit,” you jog up to his front door, thankful for the awning over the porch. Not letting yourself be talked out of this, you pound on the door to be heard over Shout at the Devil being blasted from Eddie’s room.

“Henderson, I already told you-” Eddie’s yelling as he yanks open the front door, “-you’re not Henderson.”

“No,” you shiver, hands rubbing your arms. How did you possibly get drenched in the ten steps it took you to get from the car to his door? Eddie’s features are guarded and you can’t help but shiver again. From the cold or his stare, you’re not really sure. Maybe you should just leave. The highway is sounding more and more tempting. “I should just-” you trail off, gesturing back towards your car.

Eddie finally takes a look at your state and his eyes widen, furrowed eyebrows losing their tension, “no, come in,” he opens the door further. “I-I’ll get you a towel,” Eddie runs off.

Shaky bones carry you over the threshold, goosebumps only getting angrier at the warmth of the trailer. It looks exactly like it did the last time you were here. Except maybe a few more hats have joined the collection on the wall. Eddie comes back with two towels, placing one on the couch and offering you the other. “Thanks,” you take it, toweling your hair before wrapping it around your shoulders, sitting on the one he’d set down for you. “I’m sorry to just barge in like this,” your eyes begin to burn with tears.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Eddie sits beside you and you can practically feel his warmth radiating off of him. That's how cold you are.

“I did something really stupid,” you admit, shaking your head, wanting to curl up in a hole. “My parents want to hand me over to Jason. Pretty bow and everything,” you choke out a laugh. “Like I’m some prized trophy wife or some shit.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie nearly shouts. You laugh sarcastically, nodding your head. His face twists, “but hang on, that’s a stupid thing they did. What stupid thing did you do?”

You fiddle with the fraying corner of the towel, dropping your gaze to your lap, “I told them that I couldn’t be with Jason.”

“That doesn’t seem stu-”

“Because I’m in a relationship with you,” you pull your head back up, meeting deer in the headlight brown eyes and a slack jaw. Nerves make your tongue ramble, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I told them that. You were the first person that came to mind when they wouldn’t stop asking me who could be more important than Jason. And I just- I didn’t know what to do. So I just thought- I don’t know what I thought. But w-we used to be best friends once, I-”

“Yeah, once,” Eddie tongue in cheek scoffs, “then you got popular and I didn’t matter anymore. So, what? You thought you would just come here and I would live up to this fantasy relationship? Because it’s you?”

Your head drops again, “they told me if I wanted to be with you that badly that I should go live with you. That they didn’t recognize their daughter anymore. They kicked me out, or maybe I just ran. I don’t know, Eddie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drag you into this.” Tears spill from your eyes, when you look back up at him, “I’ll just get back in the car and leave town like I should’ve done in the first place. I’m sorry,” you take the towel off your shoulders and place it in his lap, getting up off the couch.

You make it all of three steps until Eddie’s hand wraps around your wrist, “wait.” He sighs as you turn to face him. “Let me get this straight, you told your parents you were dating me because I was the only person you could think of that was better than Jason?”

Rolling your eyes, you scoff, “well, duh.” It might have been instinct that made you say it, doesn’t make it any less true. Jason doesn’t hold a candle to Eddie in any situation. Not to you. Years of separation be damned.

“And you now have nowhere to live?” You shake your head no. Eddie sighs again, “I’ll do it.”

“W-what?” You ask. Because surely you heard him wrong. Eddie doesn’t owe you a fucking thing. “What do you mean you’ll do it?”

“I’ll help you keep this facade that we’re dating for the sake of your parents and Jason,” he sneers at the name. “Move in here with me, Wayne won’t mind. He still asks about you from time to time, I’m sure he’d love the idea. And then, when you graduate, you’re free to do whatever you want.”

Blinking rapidly, you nearly stumble backwards. Shocked that Eddie would do this. “Why?”

“Your parents are assholes,” Eddie laughs and you do too. He’s far from wrong. “Pissing them off by pretending to date you and giving you a safe place to live? Fuck yeah, I’ll do it. Besides, I’m sure if they told you about it, Jason already knows. Which means I get to make that asshole jealous. It’s a win-win.” He laughs again, softer this time along with his smile. “And you’re right. We were best friends once, maybe we could be again.”

“I really don’t give a fuck what Jason or my parents think, Eddie. I’m just sick of them thinking that they can control me,” you tell him. “But if giving them the finger is enough incentive for you, then I appreciate it. For what it’s worth, I really miss having you as my best friend.”

“Me too,” he smiles, pulling you into a hug. “How about you go take a shower and I’ll make you some hot chocolate. Booze free this time,” Eddie chuckles.

You laugh, remembering when you were younger and neither of you thought Wayne would notice the vodka two twelve year olds put in their drinks. “Honestly, I probably wouldn’t mind it this time around,” you pull away.

“Comin' right up,” Eddie grins, heading into the kitchen while you go down the hallway.

Stopping at the bathroom you poke your head around the corner, “hey, Eds.” He stops humming, milk hoovering the pot, quirking an eyebrow at you. “Thank you,” you smile, tucking into the bathroom to shower off before he can answer.

—

At school the next day, you’re not really sure what to expect. Eddie drove you in his van and you were given more than a few looks from people you don’t even know. Which were thankfully easy enough to ignore. Somehow you’re also lucky enough that all of your classes before lunch didn’t have a single one of your “friends” either. Friends meaning Jason’s friends who were nice to you because you had money and a pretty face.

But your actual lunch period? Practically the entire basketball team shared the same block as you. And the second you walk out of the lunch line, Jason immediately finds you. You’re wearing darker clothes and have certainly kept your head down. How the fuck did he find you so fast?

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he smiles with too much teeth. Voice so sweet it’s sickening.

“Should’ve hid better,” you mumble, clutching your tray to your chest to keep a barrier between the two of you. “Did you need something?” You ask, eyes scanning the room to find literally anyone you could run to to save you from this. You find Eddie’s friends from Hellfire all around the table, but no sign of Eddie himself. You know their names thanks to Eddie telling you about them last night. But you don’t really think you can just go up to them for help.

“Well, I was talking to your parents the other day,” he pushes his hands farther into his letterman jacket pockets, ducking his head to appear coy. “I was hoping you’d like to go on a date with-”

An arm snakes around your waist and you nearly jump out of your skin, until you hear, “there you are, babe.” Eddie curls you close to him, kissing the side of your head, “you ready to go sit?”

You turn to him with a grateful smile, ready to answer, but someone else’s words come out.

“What the fuck is this?” Jason snaps.

“I’m sure you know Eddie,” you smile sweetly, fighting the eye roll at the jock before you. “My boyfriend,” you state, loving the way Jason’s eyes are ready to bulge out of his head. Eddie chuckles smugly beside you, his grip tightening only just. You’re actually glad he’s getting something out of this too. Even if it’s just shoving it in Jason’s face. Makes it feel like you’re not using him.

“I thought they were joking!” Jason seethes, “you’re seriously with this freak? You chose him over me? A freak?”

“Eds, could you hold this please?” You extend your tray towards him, which he takes with a confused expression. “Thanks,” you kiss his cheek, turning your attention back to the blonde. “One, no, it’s not a fucking joke. Two, he’s not a freak. And three,” you slap Jason right across the cheek with a resounding crack, silencing the cafeteria. “If I hear you say some shit like that about him again, you’ll be lucky a slap is all you get. Fuck off, Jason.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie sputters a laugh, “that was fucking awesome!” Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, Eddie walks you towards the Hellfire table, neither of you caring about the grumbling jock behind you. Or the hushed chatter that’s fallen over the cafeteria. “And here I thought I was the one coming to your rescue,” he teases, placing your tray on the table surrounded by his wide eyed friends. “Come here,” Eddie sits down, his arms locking around your waist to pull you into his lap. “Thank you.”

“I’m your girlfriend, Eddie,” you remind him. Though it’s just for show, it doesn't mean that you’re not going to act the way a proper girlfriend should. Defending your boyfriend from an asshole definitely fits the bill. “I’m not going to stand by and let someone talk about you like that.”

“So I definitely heard that right?” Dustin, if you remember correctly, stares at you two. “You two are dating? Since when?” He shrieks.

You freeze for a second, you hadn’t thought that through.

“For a few months now,” Eddie offers, his thumb rubbing reassuring circles on your waist. “Her parents are pretty strict," he rests his chin on your shoulder, humming in contemplation, "so we’ve been keeping it quiet for a bit. But, she was ready to go public with it.”

“Slapping Carver in front of the whole cafeteria is pretty public,” Jeff laughs, “and pretty sick!” He offers his fist to you.

You can’t help but laugh, feeling welcome at their table as you reciprocate the fist bump. It’s actually really nice.

“My girl doesn’t mess around,” Eddie turns, kissing your neck.

Maybe you two should’ve gone over some boundaries. Because that felt a lot better than it should’ve and you two aren’t even technically together. But then you remember that everyone is supposed to believe this so that Jason and your parents leave you alone. If even anyone suspects it’s not and word gets out that this isn’t real- you shiver at the very thought. And the way Eddie said ‘my girl’ sent a whole different kind of tremor down your spine.

What have you gotten yourself into?

—

Somehow you managed to survive the first two weeks of publicly “dating” Eddie. Jason for the most part has left you alone and you haven’t seen or heard from your parents either. It’s so freeing. It makes you wish that you had stuck to your guns when you guys had moved out of the trailer park and kept Eddie in your life. Even listening to them and doing everything they wanted, they still turned around and did the worst thing imaginable. So what else could they have really done if you’d stuck by Eddie’s side the whole time?

It’s too late to know now, but at least you can make up for the lost time by being here now. Eddie doesn’t seem to mind it. The dinners you share while Wayne is at work. The hasty breakfasts the three of you share in the mornings before school. The weekends though, the weekends are your favorite. Because unless Corroded Coffin has a gig, you and Eddie just hang out at the trailer together.

“What did you wanna do today?” You ask, flopping down on the couch beside Eddie and throwing your legs on his lap.

Rubbing your exposed calves, he purses his lips, “I was thinking I should probably take you on a date.” Eddie leans his head on the backrest of the couch to look at you. “You’ve been living here for two weeks now. While it’s all good and well that we’ve been annoying the living hell out of Jason at school, you know how people in this town love to gossip.”

“Okay,” you draw out the word, furrowing your brows. Not really understanding why Eddie is willingly wanting to be with you romantically outside of school. That would make this feel real. You’d definitely feel like you were using him if you did that.

“If people see us walking around town together, I’m sure word would get back to your parents.” Eddie pats your leg, “Jason isn’t the only one we’re supposed to be convincing, right?”

He’s got a point. If your parents get a whiff of this relationship’s fallacies, they’ll drag you back home kicking and screaming. “What’d you have in mind?” You ask, warming up to the idea quickly.

“There’s a double-feature of Nightmare on Elm Street at the theater tonight,” he shrugs, tracing shapeless designs on your skin. “We could do that and then walk around town with ice cream or some shit. That’s a couple-y thing to do, right?”

You smile brightly, basking in his shyness. “That sounds really nice, Eds,’ you nudge him with your foot. “Most girls would swoon over a date like that. Well, they’d fight for some romantic movie. But I’m so down for Freddy. When does it start?”

“About an hour.”

“I’ll go get ready!” You hop up from the couch, practically running out of the living room, leaving Eddie chuckling on the couch.

“Thank you,” you hear Eddie say, grabbing your ice cream cones from the girl behind the window of the cute little ice cream shop in town. “M’Lady,” he offers you your chocolate peanut butter scoops, holding his now free hand out for you to hold while you walk back to the van. He’d left it parked by the theater so you could have the whole ‘experience’ of a date. Eddie is just as serious as you are about making this seem real.

He’d even apologized to you for the neck kiss and you sitting in his lap. Explaining to you that he’s a pretty tactile person, that he’s only acting how he would if he was actually dating someone. He was adamant in you telling him if he makes you uncomfortable- he doesn't. Your heart throbbed painfully in your chest that you’re keeping some girl from being in an amazing relationship with such a sweet guy. Even more so when there’s an even worse pang at the thought that you don’t have this for real for yourself either. That this thing you have going with Eddie is fake.

There’s this small part of you wondering if this could be real.

“Thanks,” you smile, taking his hand, licking the creamy goodness. Eddie laughs a little at you while you’re walking and eating your desserts. “What?” You ask, licking your lips.

“You got a little-” Eddie gestures towards your face. A group of girls walk past you arm in arm and Eddie smiles, “here, let me.” He leans in and kisses you, tongue brushing along your bottom lip for the smallest of seconds. Enough to send a shiver down your spine that certainly can’t be explained by the ice cream when his mouth is so warm. “Better,” he grins again, dragging his thumb from the corner of your mouth.

There’s a blush violently burning your cheeks as you blink rapidly. You don’t even know what to say, so you turn your head, biting away a smile and reclaiming his hand to walk down the road again. “Thank you for tonight,” you say, tossing your napkin in the trash as you pass it. “It-” you pause, thinking you heard someone call your name. Shaking it off you try again, “it was really nice. So, thank you.”

“Of course,” he drops your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his side. Kissing the side of your head, Eddie says, “I’m glad you had a good time. Enough people are out tonight so-”

“Y/N!”

You definitely heard it that time. Eddie did too. Whipping around, you see your parents stalking their way towards the two of you. Speak of the devil, right? “Fuck,” you curse under your breath, anxiety stowing only just at the protective way Eddie tightens his hold around you.

“Say the word and we run, okay?” He whispers in your ear, "I've got you."

All you can do is nod as your parents come to a halt in front of you. Your father barely even looking at you, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Your mom on the other hand can’t decide who to set her daggers for eyes on, you or Eddie.

“Mrs-”

“Don’t.” Your mother holds her finger up at him, “you don’t get to talk.”

“Excuse me?” You sputter out.

“And you,” she sets her fury on you now, “it’s time for you to come home young lady. Enough playing house with him,” you mom can’t even say his name, yet the word holds the same amount of venom. “This isn’t you. Please, just come home and all will be forgiven.”

Anger boils inside of you. Not asking how you are or caring if you’re happy. Just more of them telling you that you’re ‘not yourself’ and you’re so over it. “Fuck that,” you snap. “I’m not going anywhere with you. My home is with Eddie. Yeah, he has a name, mom,” you lace the word with as much disdain as she’d offered him. Shocking her to her core not only from your language, but your behavior. Good. You finally feel like yourself.

“Then we’ll cut you off,” your dad’s stern voice cuts in. “See how long it takes you to come crawling back with no money.”

“First of all,” you square your shoulders, “both Eddie and Wayne make money. Second,” you chuckle dryly, “you’re really going to love this. I went to the bank. I’m eighteen now in case you forgot. I transferred everything into my own account. That money is mine. But if it means more to you than your own daughter, I’ll gladly give it back. I can very easily get a job. I don’t need anything from you.”

Your father puffs his chest, “listen here-”

“No, I think it’s time you listen,” Eddie cuts him off. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with her or how she chooses to live her life. She is fucking incredible! And there's definitely no thanks to you fucking assholes. She’s an adult and capable of making her own decisions. And unlike you, I’d never hurt her or force her to do something she doesn’t want to. You want to stay with me, right?” He looks over at you.

It’s rhetorical, you're almost certain. But you answer it anyway, “absolutely.”

“There is it,” Eddie grins widely, opening his arms at your parents. “She’s made her choice.”

“Let’s get out of here,” you pull gently on Eddie’s jacket, trying to coax him away. Eddie death glares at your father, but starts moving with you, only turning once you’ve yanked a little harder.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Your father snaps, his hand grabbing your arm tight enough to hurt.

You whip your head around to face him, seething, “let go of me.” Eddie looks furious, ready to punch him in the face and honestly, you’d probably let him. But that’s more of a scene than you’re willing to cause right now. You won’t let Eddie get in trouble over you. When your dad makes no move to let go of you, you say, “let me go or I’ll scream.”

He drops your arm as though it’d burned him, whispering your name with hurt eyes.

“Come on, princess,” Eddie’s arm curls back around your shoulders, keeping you close. No longer face to face with your parents, your chest tightens and your eyes burn. Not because you miss them, but all of your emotions have boiled over, demanding release through tears. “Wait just a minute more,” Eddie rubs his nose in your hair, “don’t give them the satisfaction.” He opens the passenger door for you and you crawl inside.

The second he’s settled in his seat, the tears fall freely. “I’m sorry they said that to you,” you sob, chest constricting.

“Why are you apologizing to me?” He stares at you wide eyed, speaking softly. “I should’ve punched him in the face for what he said to you, are you kidding?” Eddie reaches over, cupping your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs. “No one should talk about you like that. Especially not your parents.”

“Can we just go home please?” You ask, hoping sheer willpower will make your tears cease. Your eyes already feel sore.

“Of course,” he rubs your cheeks again, leaning closer to kiss your forehead. “Here,” Eddie pulls his leather jacket off, handing it to you, “you’re shaking.”

You smile softly, sliding your arms through the sleeves, the scent of Eddie so close calming you down enough that the tears well up, but don’t fall. It’s one thing to defend Eddie from some dickhead jock like Jason. Watching him stand up for you to your own parents, treating you vastly better than they ever have? Heartwarming doesn’t even come close.

—

“Do you need anything?” Eddie asks after you’ve showered and are just sitting up in bed, he’s changed into sweats now and a faded Metallica shirt.

“Not unless you have something that can make my mind be quiet long enough to let me sleep,” you answer, curling your legs to your chest and holding them.

Eddie purses his lips, “I could roll us a joint,” he offers. “I usually smoke before going to sleep. It could help. Only if you want to.”

“I’ve never smoked before,” you whisper, embarrassed by the fact that you’re ‘dating’ a drug dealer, yet have never done any yourself. “But I trust you,” you try to smile, but it falls flat. Still a little too upset over earlier. “I’m willing to try if you think it will help.”

“Best sleep you’ve had in a while,” Eddie smiles, walking over to his dresser, grabbing a wooden box from the drawer. “Are you sure?” He asks one more time, sitting down beside you, “I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you or anything.”

“You’re not,” your smile is genuine this time, “I’m sure.” You stare at his fingers while Eddie pinches the weed into the thin paper. If you weren’t so upset, your brain would probably short circuit at the way his tongue glides along the edge. That shouldn’t be allowed to look like that.

After he takes two puffs of his own, he hands the joint to you, blowing the smoke out. “You might want to take small hits,” Eddie suggests when you bring the rolled paper to your lips. “Small hits,” he repeats, hopping up from the bed, “I’m gonna get us a drink real quick. Small,” Eddie enunciates.

You don’t really know what’s considered a small hit, so you inhale maybe halfway, doing your best to hold the smoke in your lungs before letting it out. A cough bubbles in your chest that burns nearly as much as the weed. Eddie comes back just in time with a can of soda for you. Cracking it open with a fond smile on his lips, he tosses some snacks on the bed beside you. “Not as bad as I thought,” you say after taking a sip. You take another hit, handing it back to Eddie once he’s seated.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asks, squinting around the smoke trying to go in his eyes.

With a heavy sigh, you prop yourself on the wall beside the bed, “I think so? I’m not even sure why I cried to be honest. They suck and I don’t know why I expected them to react any differently than that. I’m more angry about the way they treated you.” You take the joint back from him, Eddie scooting over until your thighs and arms are pressed together. Pulling the smoke into your lungs, you appreciate it not burning as badly as the first time around. Enough to take a bigger hit, “this is definitely helping. So are you,” you whisper.

Eddie nudges you with his arm, “happy to help. You’re my best friend and I’m always going to be here to take care of you. Until you get sick of me that is,” he teases.

Laughter bubbles in your chest, your cheeks hurting from how much you're smiling. Whether that’s the weed or just Eddie in general doesn’t really matter to you. “Aww,” you coo, absolutely certain that your newfound confidence is from the drug, “I don’t think I could get sick of you, Eddie.” You tell him, playing with a lock of his hair, surprised when he doesn’t tell you to stop. “I’m really grateful for everything you’re doing. And I meant it, I don’t expect you and Wayne to take care of me for free. I’ll get a job if it comes down to it.”

“Please,” he snickers, handing the roach to you to finish off, “Wayne is overjoyed that you’re here.” Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulder and you tuck your head into his neck. “If there was mention of you leaving, he’d probably pay you to stay. He really did miss having you around. I think he secretly always wanted a daughter.” He takes the almost burnt paper and places it in the ashtray by the bed.

“But he got the metal head outcast with a heart of gold instead,” you smile though he can’t see it. “Just-” you huff a small breath, “thank you, Eddie. For everything.”

Eddie kisses the side of your head, “of course, princess.” Too high to care, you giggle at the name shooting warmth throughout your system, but it’s broken off with a loud yawn. “Looks like I’ve done my job,” he chuckles softly, “I’ll let you get some sleep.”

You lay down on the pillow, pulling the blanket over you, but when Eddie tries to get up, you reach out and grab his hand. “Eddie?”

“Yeah?” He whispers, soft eyes looking over your tired face.

“Could you-” you swallow the barrier in your throat in the form of nerves. “Will you stay with me? I don’t really want to be alone right now,” your voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie smiles softly, his thumb brushing along your knuckles, “yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” He lets go of your hand so you can move over to give him some room to lay down beside you. The moment his back touches the bed, you curl up to him, resting your head on his chest. A contented sigh sounding off listening to his heartbeat in your ear, along with a dopey smile on your face. “Better?” He teases, though his arms wrap around you, one hand rubbing your back while the other plays with your hair.

“Thank you,” you mumble, already falling asleep.

—

Controlling your emotions seems to get harder and harder the longer this plays out. Having Eddie back in your life is honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to you. And you couldn’t be more grateful for him. Not just for having him as your best friend again. But over the last month and half, your heart thought it would be a really good idea to evacuate your chest and take home inside his. Graduation was supposed to be the light at the end of the tunnel. Now it just seems like an ominous deadline.

The day you lose Eddie.

You’re far from ready for that. In fact, being with Eddie, actually being with Eddie, doesn’t seem like all that bad of an idea. But this was supposed to be temporary, even for him. How in the hell are you supposed to propose that? It’s not like Eddie has shown you any hint that he’d want this to be anything but an act. At home, he’s just your friend. Aside from getting high together, he sleeps on the couch so that you can have the bed.

What you should be focusing on is the book in your hands while the group plays through their session. But your eyes keep trailing back to the head of the table. Eddie, Dungeon Master himself, sitting on his throne while having the time of his life. He truly is a novelty to watch like this. Carefree and enjoying himself. It’s amazing.

“NO!” Dustin yells, startling Pet Semetery right out of your hands.

Usually you’re better at not jumping from their antics, but the teen does not sound happy. Meanwhile Eddie is cackling and knocks a piece off the board. Flicking your eyes around the table, you notice it was the last piece standing aside from the one indicating the monster the group had been fighting. They lost.

“Another ruthless, unbeatable campaign?” You muse, looking at your thrilled ‘boyfriend’ while everyone gathers their things to leave.

“Always, princess,” Eddie bounds over to you, leaning on the armrests of your chair, “always.” The doors close, leaving you two alone. “Don’t act like you didn’t help.”

Narrowing your eyes playfully, you look up at him, “yeah, I thought they’d at least have a chance though.”

“You’re far too devious for anyone to stand a chance,” Eddie closes the distance and kisses you.

Instinct and pure want for him, you kiss back for a moment. Pulling away with immense effort, speaking with a small voice, “no one’s here, Eds,” you whisper. “You don’t have to act like you want to kiss me,” you say, trying to gauge how he might feel about the situation. He just kissed you after you both heard the doors close. But you also don’t want to get your hopes up too high either. That there could be a reality where Eddie wants to be with you for real too.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, his face unreadable, “you’re right. Sorry,” he clears his throat again, “let’s go home.”

When you grab your book and stand up, Eddie heads for the door, keeping a step or two of distance between you. Is this just how he would act if you guys weren’t pretending to be together? Because when you’re alone, he’s not this cold. Silent. Or did what you say upset him?

Even when you make it to his van and he opens the door for you and you mutter, “thanks,” all Eddie does is offer a pinched smile.

His silence continues the entire drive home. Eddie doesn’t even sing along to the music he plays. Nor does he drum his hands on the steering wheel. It’s putting you on edge and you want to say something so badly. But you also don’t want to risk actually pissing him off either. So, you follow his lead. Not saying a word while he drives you both home.

Things don’t get much brighter from then on either. Eddie follows you into the bedroom, grabs his acoustic guitar, and goes right back into the living room. You are absolutely not going to sit in bed and cry about change in behavior. Not at all. You’re going to do it in the shower so there’s no chance of Eddie hearing you, like a smart person.

Smart, right.

If you were so smart you’d tell Eddie how you really feel.

—

“Are you coming to band practice today?” Eddie asks you while you’re putting some mascara on in the bathroom. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” he scratches the back of his head, “the guys do love it when you come though.”

“Just the guys?” The teased question spills from your lips before you’d even had a chance to filter them out. But it’s out in the air now.

Eddie grins for the smallest of seconds, “I like when you watch us too. You actually give us honest opinions. Will you come?”

“Can you give me two more minutes?” You ask, waving the mascara brush around, “I’m almost done.”

“Take your time,” he smiles, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder, “I’ll be out in the van.”

Quickly, you finish your makeup and go back into the room to get your shoes on. Not wanting to wear a bra, you find one of Eddie’s hoodies and throw it on over your thin shirt. You’ve never seen him wear it, but his spicy cologne rests on the fabric. You allow yourself a moment to bring to sleeves that barely let your fingers peek out of it to your nose to breathe him in. The cologne, the smoke, the very essence of Eddie. Pretending that his arms are wrapped around you instead of his clothes.

Not wanting to take too long, you snatch the book off the bed and run out the trailer to meet Eddie in the van.

You sit through the covers of Iron Maiden and Motley Crue while you read your book. They’re actually really good and you do enjoy listening to them. It’s always nice to see Eddie in his element. Happy and perfectly himself. It isn’t until he mentions something about playing a new one that you start to pay attention a little more. It’s different from what they usually play, and has to be an original because you don’t recognize it either and can’t imagine any other voice than Eddie’s singing it.

Then the chorus hits, and they have your full attention.

“So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them, show them you’re all grown up,” Eddie sings, his words the night you ran to him echoing in your head alongside the lyrics. “If long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby, then you’re in luck.”

Eddie wrote a song about you. Eddie wrote a fucking song about you! But your eyebrows furrow, because it doesn’t sound all that nice, to be honest. Like he’s letting his frustration out through it. You told him you didn’t care about what your parents thought, assuming that was just the incentive for him going through with this.

“You know, I’m broke, so you pulled out your Daddy’s card,” he continues with the song. The memory of you two grocery shopping together flickering in your brain.

You had wanted to make dinner for him one night as a thank you, but couldn’t find much in his kitchen. He’d told you Wayne didn’t get paid until the weekend and that all his money from dealing went to take out. You promptly dragged him to the store and bought enough food to stock the entire kitchen. Yes, you even made sure he- and you when you chose to partake- had plenty of munchies around too.

“Should’ve seen this coming from a mile away,” Eddie hasn’t looked at you once the entire time he sings. The rest of the guys just seem to be jamming out. Except Gareth, his face starts to twist, something mixed with confusion and understanding, his drumsticks almost falter. “I’ll play your game. I know what you want from me.”

But this- this isn’t a game to you. Eddie isn’t a game to you. In its bones, it’s a great song. But your eyes are burning. Blurring with tears as the song goes on. Every lyric a knife to your heart.

“And I know it’s just a phase, you’re not in love with me,” Eddie finally looks at you as a tear falls from your eye. You quickly wipe it away, seeing the same pain reflected in his big, brown eyes. “And I know it’s just a phase, you’re not in love with me. You wanna piss off your parents, baby. Piss off your parents, that’s alright with me.”

The song ends and you hastily wipe the rest of your tears away, ducking your head back into your book so the rest of the guys don’t notice them. It’s bad enough that Eddie saw them. You knew you should’ve said something to him last night when he kissed you. You fucking knew it. And now you’ve hurt him. Hurt Eddie enough that he wrote a song to express himself. You feel like the biggest jerk there is.

—

Something told you that you needed to drive yourself to school today. Eddie didn’t question it. You guys had another silent night at home. Didn’t talk about the song or confess your love to him. But you did decide that you will be doing that today. You just needed to have a moment to sort the words in your head into cohesive sentences.

Then lunch rolled around and Eddie mentioned he’d be meeting Jason in the woods after school to sell to him. That sounded really fucking weird to you, he just waved off your concerns. But you also heard about Chrissy buying from Eddie too, so you didn’t think anything of it if he didn’t either. It wasn’t until you were walking to your last class that you happened to pass Jason in the halls talking to his friends about how they were going to jump Eddie when they met up that it all made sense.

Why you wanted to bring your car. Why the whole concept of Jason buying drugs didn’t sit right with you. You skipped your last class to wait near the spot they’d meet. Your baseball bat sitting in your passenger seat. You’re not about to just let Jason hurt Eddie. But you’re also not an idiot. You watch from your hiding spot while Eddie sits on the bench waiting for the unknown threat to show up.

He can take care of himself against Jason, that’s been proven. But you don’t want to see what would happen if it was three or more guys. When Jason first shows up with three other guys whose names you could care less to remember, your nerves light up. Eddie’s too because he rises from the picnic bench with his arms raised. Grabbing your bat, you get out of the car, careful to stay out of view.

Inching closer, Jason’s voice finally makes it through, “she’d never actually want to be with a freak like you. No way. She wants to be with me, just like her parents want her to. Maybe if you let her go, we won’t hurt you.”

Yeah, fuck that. Clenching your hand around the bat, you step into view, “back off, Carver,” you command. Swaying the wood back and forth. “I warned you once already.”

“Princess,” Eddie warns, but you don’t want to hear it. He might have pieced together why Jason is here, but you’re not backing down. Never again. Not since the moment you stepped foot in his trailer what feels like ages ago.

“Can’t you see he’s corrupting you? Just come with me so that I can take care of you,” Jason yells back, looking honest to god perplexed. “This isn’t you. He’s messing with your head.”

“He’s letting me live!” You shout, tired of everyone trying to tell you what’s best for you. Like you’re incapable of figuring that out for yourself. One thing’s for certain, it isn’t fucking Jason. And it isn’t your fucking parents either. “He takes care of me better than anyone else ever has! Eddie makes me happy!”

“Aww, princess,” Eddie coos softly, making your heart swell.

“Don’t make me say it again, Carver,” you swing the back at your side again.

“Grab him!” Jason snaps and two of the guys grab each of Eddie’s arms, pinning them behind his back. You hadn’t even noticed they were getting closer to him, you were so focused on making sure Jason didn’t do something stupid. Eddie struggles in their grip, loosening their hold, only to be forced still.

Looks like Jason did do something stupid afterall. “I warned you, Jason,” you spit, swinging the bat, hitting him in the face with a satisfying thwack. He stumbles to the dirt, clutching his split, bleeding cheek. The remaining jock, not holding Eddie, helps Jason to his feet. Whipping your head to the others, “let. Him. Go,” you growl while Eddie stares at you with literal heart eyes. The boys keep their hold, flicking their gaze to their captain who's whining. Good. “Fine,” you huff, swinging the bat again, connecting with one of their legs.

Eddie stumbles as they release him, the one you’d hit falling to the forest floor, yelling in pain. His partner in crime helps him up and you aim your bat again, a crystal clear warning. One that even Jason pays attention to and all four jocks limp away. Once they’re out of view, the bat thumps to the ground and you face Eddie.

“Are you crazy?” He asks, pulling you close, staring in your eyes waiting for an answer.

“Don’t ever tell me again that I don’t love you, Eddie Munson, do you understand me,” you rush out, crashing your lips to his. A soft moan combined with an absolute sigh of relief pushes past your lips when he holds you tighter, pulls you even closer, and returns the kiss.

“Why would you do that?” He breaks the kiss, holding you by the small of your back. “Where did you even get a bat from?”

“That dick led you out here just to jump you. I heard him in the halls. I wasn’t going to just let him,” you roll your eyes, brushing his bangs from his eyes. “I told you it felt weird.”

“And the bat?” Eddie repeats, looking where it's laying on the ground.

“I’m a girl in a small town,” you state like it should be obvious. “It’s called self defense.”

He snorts, “hot.” You playfully punch his chest, making him laugh. He quickly grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss our knuckles. “So, I make you happy, huh?” Eddie grins slyly, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Very,” you smile back, leaning in to kiss him again. Hard. Pressing into him until he’s backed against a tree, groaning into your mouth. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for weeks,” you admit, pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth. Lovingly swiping it with your tongue at his hiss from the action.

Suddenly your back is against the tree and Eddie’s hips are digging into yours, the bulge in his jeans leaving nothing to the imagination as to whether or not he’s believing and enjoying your words. “I told you I wanted to marry you when we were kids,” he rasps in the small space between your mouths. “You coming to me soaked and asking for help, even as a ploy I’d accept it if it meant you being in my life again. I never stopped wanting you, princess. Ever.”

“Good,” you reply, claiming his mouth again, Eddie’s hands gripping your hips. You moan when he kisses down your neck, biting at the crook and your eyes roll back. “Eddie,” you whine, trying to spread your legs for more friction. He shifts, his thigh pressing between your legs, rubbing beautifully against your clothed pussy. It’s not enough and you whine again, “Eddie, please.” Every pent up feeling you’ve had for the last month ready to burst at the seams.

He chuckles against what’s surely a purple mark on your neck, “right here?” Eddie teases, licking your abused flesh, nipping his way back up. “Can’t let me take you home first?”

“No,” you say once his blown, brown eyes fall on your face, “I can’t. I need you, Eddie, please,” you gasp. Breathing becomes harder the longer his thigh digs into you, sparking flames deep in your core.

“Right here in the woods, huh?” He asks, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “Maybe Jason was right,” Eddie chuckles, cupping you where it aches, “maybe I did corrupt you.”

“Good,” you moan, grinding against his hand, “I’m yours to corrupt, Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyes darken further, pupils widening and getting hazy, “that’s my girl.” His fingers undo your button and zipper before yanking you to him, pulling you back towards the picnic table. Pushing you down face first onto the wooden surface, he drags your pants and underwear down in one swift motion. “Look at you,” he tries to coo, but it’s so full of lust that it’s raspy and thick, “so wet for me already, princess.” Eddie kisses your spine, making you shiver, “last chance,” his hands rub your ass.

“Please,” you croak, eyes burning, needing him inside of you right now. Groaning a guttural, “fuck,” when his tongue dips inside your dripping cunt. “Eddie,” you gasp, him eating you out better than you’ve ever felt before. The long licks and the way he pushes his tongue as far as it will go to tease at your clit. It’s intoxicating and before you can beg for more, two fingers push inside you and you keen. Hips bucking at the pressure against the bundle of nerves deep inside.

Your moans turn to a mewl, Eddie nipping at the back of your thighs, his hand cracking over your ass. The sting shoots white hot jolts of electricity through you, an orgasm beginning to warm you from the inside out at a startling rate. Kissing your ass, you feel Eddie smile, “you taste so fucking good princess. So fucking good. God,” he groans, “and you’re all fucking mine. Aren’t you?” His fingers move faster and all you can do is moan and nod, thighs shaking with the need to come. “Aren’t you?” Eddie repeats with another slap to your ass, wanting an actual answer.

Like he isn’t taking away your ability to form proper thoughts let alone understandable words. Huffing your breath, trying desperately to speak, “y-yes, yours,” your gasp, his tongue joining his fingers, flying you over the edge. Wave after beautiful wave slamming into you in quick succession. Had Eddie not had his fingers inside of you, you’d have slumped right off the table. “I’m yours, Eddie,” you groan when he removes his fingers, half hearing him undo his own belt and the slide of his pants.

“Good girl,” he soothes the spot he’d smacked with loving strokes of his palm, spitting into his other hand. A whine escapes your lips feeling the head of his cock glide against your pussy. “Ready, princess?” Eddie asks, tapping your cunt with his dick. You think you say yes, you’re almost certain the word came out of your mouth. All you really care about is that Eddie heard your consent and his dick slams into you completely. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”

A groan shifts to a whine when he slowly drags himself out of you to the tip, sliding back at the same pace. “Eddie,” you whine again, trying to push your hips back to make him move faster. The heat in your core burns at a dizzying rate from the surprising intensity of the leisurely roll of his hips. But his grip on you is sure, you’re completely at his mercy.

“Look at that,” he gasps out, doing it over and over. You can only imagine that he’s just watching himself disappear inside of you and enjoying it immensely. “So pretty,” Eddie moans, thrusting harder, but only just. Still pulling out till just the tip of his cock is left inside you and ramming himself forward. The pace punches moans from your chest and has your eyes roll back with every deliberate jab to that sweet spot.

“Ed- fuck!” You cry out, his control of teasing you or keeping up with his own pleasure snaps along with his hips. Eddie holds your hips hard and rails into you harder. Thrusting with abandon and the coil inside of you winds tightly. Threatening to break at any given moment. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moan repeatedly, eyes blurring with lust.

Eddie fists his hand in the back of your hair, yanking you up to his chest, “that’s right, let it all out, princess.” He wraps a hand around your middle, trailing his fingers down to circle around your clit. “I wanna hear how good I make you feel,” Eddie bites at your neck, sucking what has to be a constellation of marks on your skin, his thrusts not once faltering. “Come for me, pretty girl.”

His words, his hands, his cock, him. Eddie flies you right over the edge of your orgasm. The coil snapping so hard you feel your pussy spasm around him and do something it’s never done before, even when you’ve played with yourself. You cry out, screaming a moaned, “Eddie,” as your cunt gushes around him. A tear falls from your eye, overwhelmed with sensation but Eddie holds you close, keeping you grounded with an orgasm infused smile on your face.

He doesn’t gentle you through it, his fingers never ceasing their toying with your clit, “you’re gonna come for me again,” Eddie moans in your ear. You’re nearly overstimulated, but oh so addicted to the feeling of his dick inside of you that you couldn’t care less. You’d come as many times as he’d get you to. “Then I’m gonna come inside my pussy, understand?”

“Please, please Eddie, fuck,” you moan, your cunt clenching around him with a vice grip. You want to meet his thrusts, but you’re too lost in the perfect pace he’s set that you hadn’t even noticed the all too familiar tingle creeping up on you. Thighs shaking, you hold his arm, the hand in your hair snaking around to a light hold on your throat. Another grunted moan in your ear from Eddie is all it took for you to fall apart again. A breathless scream as your pussy squirts around his cock once more.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie’s grip tightens around your throat. His fingers finally leave your sensitive clit alone to hold you steady, thrusting a few more times until he shoves himself inside. Eddie lets out a moan, spilling himself deep inside, warming you from the inside out. “Fucking hell, I love you,” he pants, peppering your neck with sweet kisses. He carefully helps you back onto the table top, your hands propping you because your legs are far from stable.

Your mind is blissfully quiet, only caring about being in the moment with Eddie. You’ll deal with the thought of doing this in the middle of the woods later. Right now, you just want him. Eddie pulls out from your sore pussy as gently as he can and gingerly pulls your pants back up. Kind of pointless considering they’re pretty much instantly soaked from his come leaking out of you. But that’s okay too, you like the feeling. You turn to face him, finding he’s already got his pants pulled up too.

Reaching out to hug him, Eddie does you one better, scooping you up into his arms in a bridal carry. “You okay, princess?” He asks, kissing the top of your head when you tuck into his neck.

“I’m okay. Some water would be great right now though,” you mumble, the pure scent of Eddie mixing with the woods around you is better than any aromatherapy out there. “And food. God, and a bath.”

Eddie chuckles, bending to grab your bat from the ground, “good thing I have a cooler and some snacks in the van. Think that’ll be enough till we get home and I can make you something?”

“‘S perfect, Eds,” you smile against his skin, curling your fingers in the ends of his hair as he carries you to his van. “Will my car be okay?”

“I’ll have Gareth or Jeff come get it for you.” Eddie stops in his tracks, “uh,” he chuckles. “Do we need to stop at the pharmacy?”

Lifting your tired head, you ask, ”why,” heavy lidded eyes barely focusing on him.

“We didn’t use a condom,” he states, “and I definitely didn’t pull out.”

You laugh, thumping your head back into his neck, “Eddie, my parents controlled every aspect of my life, you really think they wouldn’t put me on the pill?” You resume playing with his hair and he begins walking again. “I would’ve stopped you otherwise,” tugging his hair lightly you giggle, “it’s more than okay, Eddie. Just get me home so we can eat and take a bath together.”

“Coming right up, princess,” his smile is evident in his tone and he kisses your hair again.

Part 2 (coming soon)

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