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Until My Heart Explodes - Frank Iero

Howdy,

This is just a small smutty chapter of a series I had been working on a long time ago. The synopsis was that Spencer (Gerard and Mikey's sister) was ex-drummer for MCR. She departed the band suddenly, but came back hastily during the recording of Black Parade due to Gerard's drug addiction, Mikey's alcoholism, Ray (and Bob) possibly quitting the band, and Frank, her best friend with benefits, suddenly being engaged. I never completed it, but if anyone is interested, I can post the chapters that led to this one.

Pre-Black Parade Era

Warnings: nothing much other than a little smut and Frank being a cheater

Words: 2k

It was past midnight and the lady at the reception desk had eyeballed him with the most shameful eyes ever. Frank ignored her as he sauntered towards the elevators. He probably looked a bit sketchy in his dark clothing, dyed hair, and remnants of eye makeup, but who was that lady to judge? He mumbled miserably under his breath as the elevator eased to a stop at his floor. He read his sloppy handwriting on his key card, read the numbers on the doors, and then prayed to the key card gods that his key worked when he stopped at the room that was supposed to be hers.

He wasn’t worried about her having given him the wrong room number. He was worried that he transposed the numbers and that he could possibly be trying to creep into some unknown person's room. He inserted it; when the red light flashed green quickly, he pulled it out and turned the knob. He sighed in relief as he pushed the door open. The room was dark, but he knew without a doubt that he was in the right room. It smelled of peonies and cherry blossom lotion, a hint of chamomile tea, and clothes’ starch. Frank kicked his shoes off as he closed the door silently. He locked it and then began to tiptoe to where the bed was. His eyes took a while to adjust to the dark but when they did, he noticed the ironing board next to the TV, clothes ironed and folded for the next day. A suitcase close to the bathroom door. Lotions, makeup, and charging phone on the nightstand. Her sleeping body was enveloped under the thickest comforter. Frank pulled his jeans and t-shirt off, leaving himself in just his boxer briefs. He inhaled silently and then crawled under the covers. He scooched over until he could embrace her. He wrapped his arm around her midriff and pulled her close. The smell of her coconut shampoo, although so familiar with it, nearly drove him over the edge.

Spencer was not like any girl he had ever been with. Her confidence and self-esteem blew through the roof. She knew she looked good but wasn’t cocky about it. It was one of the things that drew Frank to her. Also, the fact that she was a sex goddess in bed. Frank’s mind wandered to all the places they’d fucked. Her naked body and faces of pleasure had remained ingrained in his mind. But it wasn’t only her looks and talent in bed that had kept him interested in her. She was intelligent, feisty, funny, and a bit difficult to read. He had always loved the challenge of trying to figure out her next move. His mind suddenly darted to Jamia… his fiancée. Guilt filled his conscience. He sighed heavily. Jamia was a pretty girl and underneath the baggy clothes, her body was fantastic. But she lacked confidence. Their sex life wasn’t all that either; It was pretty vanilla and she hadn’t made any indications that she wanted to spice it up. She was the safe choice. Gerard’s fuck up had opened his eyes and scared him shitless. He suddenly felt the need to settle. Other than that, he could say he was okay with their relationship…

Spencer awoke with a start, her body jolted before it tensed from the heavy weight of someone embracing themselves around her. Frank felt her shift, shushed her, and placed a kiss on the crown of her head. Spencer, realizing that it was only Frank, relaxed and eased her body back to mold herself with him. Frank smelled of cinnamon, cigarettes, and coffee. Even at whatever ungodly hour it was, Frank strangely always smelled of coffee. Spencer drew in his scent and quickly fell into slumber again. It took Frank’s non stop fidgeting to wake her up again. She turned her body sluggishly, her eyes still closed. Frank grabbed her by the hip to pull her flush to his body. He brought his face to hers and pressed his lips to her lips. Although drowsy, Spencer didn’t mind the slow, intimate, yet hungry kisses. Frank’s hand wandered from her waist to her bare thigh. She was in his favorite sleeping outfit: undies and an oversized t-shirt. He squeezed her thigh and a soft moan escaped Spencer’s mouth into his. He was fucking turned on and ready to take her in that moment, but that guilt gnawed at him again. Frank pulled away and she whined. He chuckled. “I missed you.” He whispered to her. She nodded as she gently opened one eye to look at him. He bit his lip as he watched her face. Since her argument with Ray and her departure from the band’s temporary housing while they recorded their third album, it had been easy for them to be together when and where they wanted. Even though nothing more than kissing had happened, tonight was definitely different. There was electricity in the air. Months of separation led to the built-up sexual tension they both were feeling suddenly. Spencer sat up. She gave Frank a small push, making him land completely on his back. In the shadow of the night, Spencer looked just as gorgeous as ever. She pulled the shirt she was wearing over her head, exposing her body to him. She straddled him, her warmth making him instantly hard. He smirked up at her. The only thing stopping them now was their underwear. Spencer returned the crooked smile. She grinded against Frank and made him whimper. “I missed you too.” She whispered to him before Frank flipped them over and attacked her lips. The kiss was hard, hungry, savage, full of saliva, tongue, and teeth. Frank bucked into Spencer, causing a gasp to slip out of the both of them. 

The guilt that had chewed at him had grown almost nonexistent as his hands roamed his lover’s body as if it was his first time touching her. Although they had done this countless times, he was always nervous with Spencer as if it was their first time. 

“Please…” Spencer groaned as he peppered kisses along her chest and gripped her waist while the other wrapped around the back of her neck. “Please, Frank… I’m so goddamn horny. Please, fuck me. I need you. I miss you. Please.” 

Her whispered whines had Frank almost in pain. How could he have let her go? How had he gone so long without her body against and inside her? His dick throbbed, aching to get inside her. He slid off her boyshort underwear in a swift movement.

The soft moonlight that filtered through the window curtains was the only light in the room, but Frank could see Spencer glistening for him when he spread her legs open. She was fucking beautiful, lying on this hotel bed with dim illumination. Frank’s mouth watered as her pussy clenched around nothing.

Spencer was looking up at Frank as he admired her. His eyes were staring down at her most vulnerable part with such adoration. She’d never seen him look at her in that way. She slowly brought him back to reality, when she reached one of her hands to rest on his thigh. He blinked himself back to earth and with a weary smile, he pulled his briefs off.

He settled in front of her entrance, his tip teasing her. Spencer tried to press him into her, but he tsked and pinned her legs down into the soft mattress. “Patience, babe…” he softly said. 

She managed to prop herself up on her forearms, just as Frank eased his tip in. Her head tilted back, eyes half-closed, her bottom lip tucked between teeth. 

They gasped collectively as Frank eased in till he was at the hilt. Frank was well endowed and given the time it’d been since their last encounter, he gave Spencer a few seconds to adjust to his length and girth. 

She didn’t finish collecting her thoughts though as Frank snapped back and slammed vigorously into her. He held her thighs apart, her heels digging into the back of his thighs. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and it was driving Frank crazy. She felt so damn good around him. Her soft velvet walls clenched tight as he felt her first orgasm beginning to form. 

Spencer tossed her head left and right, strung out from the ecstasy. Incoherent words tumbled out her mouth but the only thing Frank could make out was his name and the occasional “fuckfuckfuck.”

Spencer suddenly looked at Frank wide eyed. Frank didn’t stop, just slowed his rhythm down. He knew she was close, he knew the exact way her pussy felt when she was almost there, but he wasn’t ready for her to climax. 

He pulled out. An exhausted whine left Spencer as she propped herself up again. Frank didn’t say anything. He just raised a finger and twirled it once in the air. She struggled into a sitting position before turning facedown on the bed. They knew each other so well, they didn’t even use words.

She balanced herself on her hands and knees but Frank leaned forward to push her hands from under her making her drop down to her elbows. 

“You should know better.” He mumbled lowly into her ear as he pulled himself back. He spread her legs apart as he placed a hand on her lower back slightly pushing down to angle her ass up more. He groaned at the sight. Her arousal was dripping from her core. He took two of his fingers to swirl it around. It was warm and sticky. 

“You look so pretty like this.” He said as he teased her entrance. Spencer didn’t reply. She only exhaled in anticipation. Frank’s fingers wandered upward towards her other hole. He teased the puckered entrance by pressing in gently with his thumb. His mind wandered to the couple of times they’d tried anal and his dick twitched. 

Spencer tensed at the sensation of his thumb entering her back entrance. She was not opposed to it but she wasn’t warmed up and Frank had edged her. She needed an orgasm and she wasn’t going to get it that way. 

“Please…” she whimpered as Frank lazily began to massage in and out of her. It felt good but she needed more. “Need you. Need to cum.”

He didn’t need her to beg anymore than that. He was close himself just seeing the way he was toying with her. He hooked his thumb in her ass as he guided himself back into her soaked entrance. Spencer sighed in bliss as he picked up his pace. She groaned as Frank eased his thumb out of her back hole and gripped the soft skin of her hips and butt to guide himself into her the way she liked. 

Another several pumps and Spencer could feel the familiar knot in her stomach start to form. “I’m almost there.” she moaned into the pillow beneath her head. Frank kept his pace, his eyes already adjusted to the dim room and able to make out the way Spencer’s folds were fluttering around him. 

“I’m gonna–” Spencer mumbled, a white flash spread across her closed lids as her body caught the wave of her orgasm and caused her shudder. Her body began to grow limp as Frank finished himself into her just as the euphoria settled over her tired body. 

Their bodies collapsed next to each other. They both gasped for air as the high dissipated. When their heart rates had gone back to normal, Frank and Spencer got comfortable once again with Frank spooning Spencer as he had before.

“Frank…” Spencer whispered, hoping that Frank hadn’t fallen asleep yet. He hmmmed as he leaned into head and kissed her hair. “Is this going to be the last time?” 

Spencer felt Frank stiffen the arm that was draped over her side, completely unaware that that was what she was going to ask him. 

“I don’t know, baby.” he answered weakly. He brought her closer to make her feel less insecure and he figured it did because her breaths became slow and deep not long after that. 

He laid restless against the person he figured was his one true love. He just knew they weren’t anywhere close to making anything official; Spencer had made that clear when they’d first started with their benefits relationship.

The guilt that had vanished temporarily was starting to creep up again. He closed his eyes, pressed his forehead to Spencer’s head and hoped that feeling would be gone by the morning.

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The Hell Tour - PTV/SWS

This is not a 5sos fanfic. This is Pierce the Veil/Sleeping with Sirens. Time period is during The World Tour. I had originally posted this on mibba? and I stopped writing it about seven chapters in, but I recently found it and it kinda inspired me to possibly finish. Anyway, here is the synopsis:

Kristi, currently a broke fine arts student, finally gets the break she needs by getting this HUGE much needed job. Only there's ONE MAJOR problem: His name starts with a K and he's in one of the biggest bands of this day and age.

One Way Ticket

Fresno

Pomona

Albuquerque

Albuquerque II

Lubbock

Tulsa

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The Hell Tour - 2. Fresno

Part 2 of the Hell Tour, Vic Fuentes fanfic. Remember this does take place during the World Tour that was PTV and SWS. Mike F, I know has had sexual allegations against him in recent years. Honestly, I don't know what the outcome of those allegations were, but I know that he is no longer in the band. I just wanted to warn that he will be a part of this story as he was a member of the band at that time, but I am rewriting/editing the chapters as I post, so there won't be as much of him in future chapters. That's all I got for now. Other warnings is there is some curse words, but that's about it.

Enjoy!

Words: 2460



Kristi pulled into the back lot of the Woodward Amphitheater. It was quite a drive from Los Angeles. At least to her. Just the day before she as well as three other photographers had a two hour meeting about the do's and don'ts of tour life. She also got her all-access laminated pass that was now dangling around her rearview mirror. The bands' tour buses were already there and there were people scattered about the parking lot. Some people were just chilling outside of their buses while some were hustling around getting stuff ready for the show.

Kristi turned towards the passenger seat and gently shook the girl who was reclined back, sleeping.

"W-what?" A girl of 23 with the lightest of brown eyes, freckled cheeks and hair that was half white and half black, stuttered. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to make up the environment around her. "Are we here already?" She asked, stretching her arms and legs as much as she could in Kristi's Corolla and stiffed back a yawn.

"Yeah. Guess we should see if Zack and uh..." Kristi paused to think.

"Jake." The girl said. Kristi laughed.

"Yeah, Jake! We should see if they got here yet. Also, I think I need to charge up one of my cameras. I'm not sure I charged it last night."

The girl, whose name was Amanda, nodded and reached into the backseat of the car to get two camera luggage bags.

"Same here, let's go."

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Kristi and Amanda wandered the grounds, snapping pictures of the roadies. Some stopped to pose and make silly faces whilst others just went on without even noticing the girls. They had eventually found the other photographers, exchanged a few words, and then went to prepare themselves for the start of the show. The guys were going to snap the two opening bands, Amanda was going to take care of Sleeping with Sirens and Kristi was going to close out the show with Pierce the Veil. It was part of their contract that since there were four bands and four photographers, only one could take a band each. They still had to leave room for local newspaper or blog photographers and other media. They had decided to alternate each night on who got which band and since Kristi was made the Head Photo, she got dibs on PTV tonight.

"Girl... I'm nervous as hell. I've done some band stuff before, but never anything like this." Amanda said as they stood around backstage during an intermission. SWS was about to go in 10 minutes and Kristi was feeling a little nerve wrecked herself. She hadn't spoken one word to Kellin since the night she had called him nor had she seen him wandering around the venue. She sure didn't want to run into him before his show and make him angry.

Actually, she didn’t want to run into him AT ALL.

"Hey, it's fine. You just stand right up there by security, take a few shots, do some backstage and some from above. It's not that hard. You don't even have to do the whole show. You just need enough." Kristi consoled Amanda. They had already gotten to know a bit during text prior to meeting in person for the first time the day before. The people who had selected them as the photographers had been pretty adamant about them getting to know one another and getting along.

“We expect there to be drama as it does come with being on a tour, especially one as big as this one, but we expect that the individuals in their group get along at almost all times.” The words from yesterday’s meeting rang through her head.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just don't know if I could do it with all the yelling and shit. Do you see those fangirls??" Amanda and Kristi looked towards the packed theater of people. Kristi shivered at the thought of going into that crowd.

"Don't let those kids make you nervous. You got this!" Kristi said with a sincere smile.

"Wish me luck." Amanda said as some guy running around backstage called out 2 minutes.

"Good luck!" Kristi said as her new friend disappeared to go down to the front of the stage. Kristi made a dash towards one of the dressing rooms to avoid Kellin. Once there, she sat on one of the soft ratty couches and watched as SWS performed on the small TV screen that was on top of the vanity. She had to admit, Kellin was good. He was a very good singer and she couldn't believe this side of him. All she ever knew was the Douchebag Side of him and not this Charismatic performing side that he showed on stage.

Close to the end of their time slot, a sweaty Amanda dashed into the dressing room.

"Fuckin' WOW!" she exclaimed as she removed her camera from around her neck. She began to look through her shots immediately and showed some to Kristi as she talked rapidly about how amazing the band was. "A-and then, Kellin! Just look! SEE! He looked right at the camera and SNAP!! Caught him in action!" Amanda squealed and pulled her camera into a hug. "I love my job."

"Same here, buddy." Kristi sighed just as a crewman stuck his head into the room.

"Pierce goes on at 8. Ready?" he asked. Kristi nodded at him and then he scurried away.

Kristi grabbed her camera from the camera bag and swung the camera strap around her neck. She stuck two different lenses into the pockets of her hoodie and gave Amanda a thumbs up before heading off to the stage.

"Have fun!" she heard Amanda call out to her.

Kristi made her way backstage, flashing her laminated badge at security and random bodies who asked to see it. She showed it one more time to one of the body guards that was in front of the stage. He nodded at her and let her pass by. The space between the stage and the fans was only about five feet wide and already there were four other local photographers occupying the space. She smiled and waved at them. She turned to face the crowd and they were going absolutely insane.

She took several pictures of some of the girls and boys in front of her. They looked like hell, sweating and tired from standing for hours, but the smiles on their faces were priceless. They started chanting PTV as their clock neared 8.

Finally, the lights dimmed and a heavy white sheet with the floating girl off PTV's third album fell to the ground showing off the now Pierce the Veil themed stage. Kristi prepared her camera just as the bassist, Jaime, came jumping onto the stage and the first notes of May These Noises Startle You.... began.

Tony joined him after a few seconds and then Mike went to sit behind his drum set. After a suspenseful minute, Vic Fuentes came onto the stage and Kristi almost went deaf from the screaming and crying behind her.

Kristi did her best to keep up with the band members as they played through their set. She was definitely working a sweat as she went from the front of the stage to the back of the crowd to the top of the venue and backstage and then back to the front of the stage. Of course, she sang along with the crowd. She was a big fan of the band and now she was going to be photographing them through an entire tour. It was most definitely a dream come true.

PTV was in the midst of Bulletproof Love when she went to stand directly in front of the stage. She aimed her camera up to get a floor shot of Vic and it was in that moment that he bent down to sing into her lens. She could smell his cologne and sweet sweat off him from his closeness and she admitted to fangirling internally as she took multiple shots of him singing directly into her camera. When she had enough, she lowered her camera and looked up into his face and everything stopped.

Vic looked at Kristi, his guitar dangling off his neck and his microphone at his mouth, but he had stopped playing and his throat closed up in the middle of a lyric as he stared deep into Kristi's eyes.

Kristi smiled shyly at him and then turned away to get back to the dressing room.

"VIC!" Jaime said, concern for his friend dripping heavily in his tone. He inched his way to the singer, but Vic held a hand up to stop him from continuing forward. "Whoa, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah" Vic stuttered. Kristi turned back to see that Vic had followed her with his eyes as she disappeared into the crowd at the side of the stage. "I think it's just the nerves." Vic broke his gaze as Kristi turned around a corner, but she could still hear him as he composed himself. "Alright, sorry about that folks... Now... WHERE WERE WE?"

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Kristi and Amanda trudged slowly to Kristi's car after the show closed out and everyone was almost gone. Amanda was carrying five camera bags and Kristi was carrying five more.

"I can look these over in the morning on our way to the next city. I think I'm too tired tonight." Amanda croaked as they arrived at the car. Kristi unlocked the car and they tossed the bags into the backseat.

"Yeah. I'm gonna head directly to the shower as soon as we get to our hotel." Kristi stated as she opened up her car door.

"Fuck ye---"

"Kristi!" a loud voice hollered in their direction, startling Amanda in the midst of her sentence. Amanda darted her eyes between Kellin and Kristi, confusion written all over her face. Kristi mouthed an It’s okay, I got this.

Amanda quickly got into the passenger seat already inputting her headphones in her ears as Kellin jogged up to the car. Kristi stiffened up and held her breath a little before Kellin stopped two feet away from her. He was fuming. He was red in the face, she couldn't tell if from running to her or because he was so mad, but by the looks of his furrowed brows and sour face, he was pissed.

"What do you wa---"

"What the fuck was that?!" Kellin exclaimed without giving Kristi a chance to speak. She looked at him, confused.

"What?" she asked with a cock of her head. "What are you talking about?"

"You fucking him or something?!" Kellin suddenly accused. This made Kristi step back and hold herself against her car.

"Kellin, you need to calm down and tell me what the hell you're talking about." Kristi said as calmly as possible, but he wasn't having it.

"Vic! I'm talking about Vic!" he screamed, almost for the whole world to hear. His hand gestures were just as energetic as the ones he did on stage and Amanda wondered if he was just pulling her leg, but Kellin didn’t joke… at least, not with her.

"Vic? Why would I be sleeping with him? I don't even know the guy, asshole!" Kristi said, her voice suddenly high pitched from false accusation.

"You sure about that? Whatever the fuck just happened during their perfomance didn’t look like nothing."

Kristi laughed slowly, trying to refrain from cackling in her brother’s face. This only made Kellin angrier.

"God, you are so paranoid, aren't you, Kellin?" she asked. "Get over yourself. I don't know the damn guy and I don't know why he stopped... Didn’t you hear him? It was nerves." Kristi shrugged him off and put a leg into her car to get in.

"Fuck you, Kristi! Why are you such a bitch?" Kellin said, stopping her from putting her entire body in the car.

Kristi took a second to check on Amanda. She was looking lost and confused, oblivious to what was going on with her headphones on nearly full blast, no idea that Kellin was her brother. She gave Kristi a quick, sad smile and pretended to do something interesting on her phone. Kristi stepped out of her car and slammed the door to save Amanda from hearing anything that was about to be said in the case that she was able to hear through her music.

"I don't know what the fuck your problem is, Kellin, but honestly, I don't think you're mad at me. I think you're mad at Dad. So you need to stop being fucking childish and hunting me down and accusing me of fucking band members I don't even know and do your job! I'm here to do mine so you do yours." She yelled at him. Her body was hot with rage, sweat was starting to come down her forehead, and she felt like any more accusations might really make her take a jab at Kellin.

"You think you're so special, don't ya, Kristi?" Kellin started as he paced side to side, his fists clenching at his sides. "You're nothing but trouble."

"Oh! I'm trouble, aren't I?" Kristi asked. "No! You're just an asshole! I've done nothing but try to be nice to you, but ever since Dad told you about me, you've had it out for me and you've made my life fuckin' hell!

"I only wanted a sister and brother to love and hang out with. Kailee was okay with it. But not poor little Kellin! Because of you, I don't even know anyone on Dad's side of the family. Kailee was so nice to invite me to her wedding, even make me a bridesmaid, but once you got your chime in, I was disinvited. I wasn't invited to your gorgeous wedding on the beach. Kate was nice enough to send photos though and don’t even get me started on you keeping my niece from knowing me. You won't even let me see her not even once!

"Why? Because I'm Dad's bastard child? Get the fuck over it Kellin! We are in our 20's and it's been 15 damn years of nothing but hate! If your mom can accept it and accept me, then so can you!"

Kellin stayed silent and then suddenly turned his back to Kristi. It wasn't something she expected. She expected him to yell back at her, but he didn't. He only began walking away. Kristi watched him, but she was still hyped up from her rant. When he was still within earshot, she yelled out his name.

He turned around.

"Even if I did fuck Vic, I can fuck whomever I want!!" she called out, but he didn't say anything. Only kept walking.

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new2fivesauce masterlist

here's my masterlist of my fics on this page. not that many but it's a start :)

5 Seconds of Summer:

Luke Hemmings:

Please Don't Regret Me (completed series) : Nelle is 5sos's personal assistant who slowly realizes she has feelings for Luke.

Pierce the Veil:

Vic Fuentes:

The Hell Tour (incomplete series) : Kellin Quinn decides to make Kristi's love life on tour unbearable for his sake.

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson:

Anywhere is Better with You (one shot) : Y/N returns to Hawkins and runs into someone of her past. Contains a little smut.

Classically Your's (one shot) : As your one year anniversary with Eddie approaches, you're stuck on what to gift him.

My Chemical Romance:

Frank Iero:

Until My Heart Explodes (possible one-shot): Frank is engaged, but that doesn't keep him from engaging with his longtime friend with benefit.

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Classically Your's... - Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie is being this soft, romantic guy the week of your upcoming anniversary and you have nothing to compensate until the day of. (5.2k words of fluff)

No warnings, just Eddie being fucking in love with you.

A/N: I couldn't get out of my head that Eddie gives off golden retriever boyfriend and I know for a fact that he would just be like the best boyfriend ever and would be all lovey dovey. He just gives off those vibes. This is probably just a nonsense fic too, lots of words. Also I was inspired by the Pop Goes Classical (<-link)playlist on Spotify because I'm just a dork who really likes classical shit. Thanks and enjoy :)

When Eddie Munson and you initially got together your junior year and his first senior year, it was the talk of the school for about a week. You two weren’t necessarily the most popular people for either one of you to make the front page of the school paper but you had. You weren’t on the cheer team, you didn’t play sports, you weren’t even in the marching band. You had opted for the softer option and was the top violinist in the orchestra and Eddie… Well Eddie was Eddie.

This was now his second senior year making him a year older than you. He was also not in sports or extracurriculars, but he was a nerd underneath the long hair, dark clothes, and metal rings. He was known as a troublemaker and the school drug dealer, but he wasn’t just that person to you. He was an avid reader, not that he let anyone know that fact. He was greatly interested in mythology and had a poster in his room that connected the aspects of his favorite fantasy game, Dungeons and Dragons, to mythological and folklore. He was also a very good musician, something that the both of you could relate to very well and talk about for hours. He was incredibly musically inclined and just by hearing a song once or twice, he could pick up the rhythm and notes and play it almost exactly note for note on his guitar.

Now Eddie’s music was not particularly kind to the ears of Hawkins’ people. The whole town was going through a panic, blaming metal music and fantasy games for the bad things happening not just in this weird, small town but the whole world too. Fortunately for you, you nor your parents fell for that crap. Sometimes you felt as if your parents were from some different planet. 

The first time you mentioned the long haired boy and your sudden love interest in him to your mother, her eyes lit up like lights on a Christmas tree. “OH! You must bring him to dinner some day.” She had insisted. When you brought it up to Eddie, he was surprised. Typically parents and especially parents of girls he was seeing did not approve of him, but after some careful consideration, he went to dinner one night and he was accepted so fast, Eddie believed he was being pranked. He was low-key expecting someone to come out from a bush and yell GOTCHA!! in his face and then premiere his reaction on the local news channel.

Your mother, Donna, adored him. Your mother, quite the talker she was, could talk to him forever and Eddie never minded. Sometimes, you believed, he needed this maternal interaction since his mom was not in the picture.  Your mom didn’t care about his appearance; she did, however, care about his well being. Seeing as Eddie only lived with his uncle in the not best part of town and was often left alone to fend for himself, your mom always made sure he was well fed, often sending you to school with care packages full of home baked sweets and home cooked easy microwave dinners when his schedule was full from DnD games, band practice, and whatever shenanigans he put himself through the week. Eddie, who had always been scrawny even as a kid, had finally started to fill out and gained a decent amount of weight from your mom’s cooking. He wasn’t anywhere close to being pudgy, but often commented jokingly that Donna would be the death of him if she didn't stop feeding him.

Your dad, James, although a bit hesitant and not as accepting at first as his wife, around the second time Eddie came over for dinner, he had been fully embraced by the patriarch of your family. Your father could tell that Eddie was smart and very well versed in books, music, movies, and world news. Eddie had even beat your dad at Monopoly one family night. Your dad never lost. Your dad was so proud to finally have lost a game and suddenly they had this very close relationship. Eddie had even started teaching your dad about Dungeons and Dragons and they would talk battle strategies until dinner was ready.

You didn’t think your life could be any better than it currently was… until you realized that your one year anniversary with Eddie was a week away. You only remembered when one day as you stepped up to your locker at school and opened it, a bouquet of orange lilies (your favorite) in a small vase was placed on top of your books. You plucked the small note stuffed between the petals and read it.

Your laugh is like music to my ears - EM

You pressed the small, white card to your chest, your entire body filling with giddiness and pure love for this boy. You recalled the time he had said that to you, for even though you’d known Eddie for a long time having grown up in the same small town, you had never talked to him until your sophomore year of high school. 

He had been running in the hall, apparently making a getaway from some jocks that he had pulled a prank on, when he slipped and knocked you and your books over. He apologized profusely as he helped you pick up your belongings. One of the books you had was Shakespeare. He had made a joke that made you laugh so hard, you snorted. You hid your mouth behind your hand in embarrassment, but he had looked at you in awe. “Your laugh… is like music to my ears. Don’t be embarrassed of it.” 

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The next day, you met Eddie in the woods next to the school. He was sitting on the top of the picnic table where he often did his little drug deals with the student body of Hawkins High. He heard your footsteps crunch the leaves and a smile as bright as the sun appeared on his face when he saw you walking up to him. You couldn’t help but smile back even though you had had a gnawing feeling in your gut since the day before after receiving the flowers. When Eddie handed you a flat sturdy square, horribly wrapped with the biggest bow he could manage to put on it, the feeling got even worse.

“For me?” You asked through feigned surprise. He nodded, scooting to the edge of the table as you began to unwrap the gift. It was Michael Jackson’s Thriller on vinyl. Your eyes widened in glee as your eyes scanned the front of the vinyl cover and then flipped it over to read the song tracks. Over the song track PTY (Pretty Young Thing), there was a taped tiny blue paper that read You are my…

Read together it said You are my PTY. You laughed and squeezed the vinyl in your arms gently. 

“Eddie!!” You squealed as you put the record on the table first then wrapped your arms around his neck. “Oh my God! Where did you find this? I can’t even imagine you walking into a store asking for Michael Jackson!” 

You pulled back to look at his face, his hands were at your waist. He shrugged shyly. “I just want to make you happy.” He mumbled. You shook your head, mumbling I love you as you inched forward to kiss him. 

You couldn’t believe it. This man must have gone far to get you the record you had wanted so bad. Eddie was a metalhead through and through and he despised your love for mainstream music. He tolerated it like you tolerated his music, although he had admitted that MJ was a very good entertainer. The reason you wanted the vinyl was because your parents had bought you the tape three times already and every time you wore it out. Vinyl would last longer, but Hawkins was such a tiny town and the music stores still had music from the 60s. Anything current had to be purchased in the city.

“Eddie…” you started, peeping at your boyfriend through your eyelashes. “You know you don’t have to do all this.” you said quietly. He placed a hooked finger under your chin, the thick, silver ring on his digit felt cold on your skin and it sent a slight shiver down your spine.

“I want to do this.” he told you sternly. “You are my first real girlfriend and I want to do everything right. You see those couples walking down the hall everyday. They look happy but they’re not. Then they break up and the whole school takes sides. I don’t want that. I don’t ever want you to hate me if something were to happen to us.” 

His eyes closed for a moment. His eyebrows were knitted together; there was something troubling him, but when he opened his eyes again and looked at you, whatever was wracking inside his brain seemed to dissipate.

—---

Day Three’s gift was all black geometric sunglasses similar to the ones that Madonna wore in her Into the Groove music video. The first time you had allowed Eddie into your room, he had pointed out the Madonna poster that you had hanging on your wall. He liked her music. “It’s catchy.” It was one of the very few artists’ tapes that he had in his van collection… just for you to listen to whenever he picked you up.

—----

Day Four’s gift was a Pat Benatar t-shirt. It was black, faded, and had the female artist in a power pose. You slipped the tee over your powder blue top immediately and admired it from your view. “This is so sweet.” you commented, grinning up at Eddie. He brushed his hair back with one of his ringed hands coyly. 

“I knew you’d love it.” he said. And indeed you did. Love is a Battlefield was your anthem. It was also the song that you and Eddie first danced to.

You had been invited to one of Steve Harrington’s big parties. All your friends were going with their boyfriends/girlfriends and you wanted to go so bad. However, you were reluctant to tell Eddie about it. He never intentionally got invited to these types of events. He usually just crashed them or would pop up outside and sell weed. He was the one that brought it up and you were surprised when he did.

“I actually got invited this time.” he mentioned, his eyes flickering over to the jock table. “I guess you give me some type of good rep.” he shrugged.

You could tell Eddie was uncomfortable the second you arrived. He picked a beer from one of the coolers placed around the house and retreated to a dark corner to people-watch. He let you have a good time with your friends and when Love is a Battlefield began playing loudly through the speakers, Eddie saw the way your face lit up and immediately turned to him. You beckoned him over to the dance floor with a wave of your hand and he shook his head no, a smirk teasing on his face. 

You pouted, no doubt, before shuffling through the crowd to get to him before the song ended. You grabbed his hands and pulled with all your might as Eddie dug the heels of his boots further into the linoleum floor of Steve’s living room. 

“You know I don’t dance.” he groaned as you pulled harder, his body barely moving forward a centimeter.

“Just this once! Please!?” You looked at him with the saddest puppy eyes you could manage. He ran a hand down his face, groaning in discontent and begrudgingly let you pull him to the dance floor.

You could feel everyone’s eyes suddenly fall onto the two of you. Eddie stood still as you tried to encourage him by placing his hands on your waist. The song was half over and even if he just shimmied his body just once, you would die happy. But he did you one even better. As the song got to the chorus, his hands dropped from your waist whilst taking a deep breath.

“Please don’t laugh” he remarked as he burst into the choreography move set from the music video. Your hands flew to your mouth in absolute astoundment but recovered quickly to join him. The bystanders around you realized what the two of you were doing and joined in as well until the song ended. 

When the song finished and transitioned into a slow one, you stayed on the floor, arms wrapped around Eddie’s torso and his around yours. 

“What the hell was that?” you asked, trying not to laugh. He bent his head forward, placing his forehead on yours, ignoring the giggles that were slipping from your tight lips. He couldn’t help but cheese back at you. 

“You do know that you’ve shown me that video countless times. I’m sure your mom could do those moves in her sleep.” 

“But you know the moves?” you questioned, an eyebrow arching.

With a roll of eyes, he said “I might have practiced in the shower once or twice.”

—---

On Day 5, Eddie was supposed to take you home after band practice. He took a detour to his trailer first though. He made you wait inside the van while he dashed inside. He came out a few minutes later, his guitar case in one hand and a small box in the other. He handed you the box when he got back into his seat.

“Uhh Eddie… what is this?” you stared at the box. It wasn’t small enough for a ring, but jewelry was a big step up from the other gifts Eddie had given you.

His foot was nervously tapping the floor as he watched you take off the lid. Inside was a small bracelet. When you lifted it out of the box, you realized that it was made from a guitar string. A little skull charm hung off of it. 

You lifted it up to your eye level, studying the charm and the grooves on the string.

“That’s the guitar string that broke at the first show you ever went to see me play at.” 

You briefly remembered the way Eddie loudly cursed on the microphone when he plucked the string too hard after he saw you walk  into the bar. He had invited you to watch earlier that day, but since you hadn’t given him a definitive answer, he didn’t think you were going to come.

He gently plucked the bracelet from your hand so that he could help put it on your left wrist. Your lips trembled, eyes filling up with tears.

“You’re such a fucking romantic.” you whispered, your right hand softly running over the bracelet. 

“Eh, I try.” he said. He eyed you curiously, making sure that you were okay before he put the van in drive and began heading in the direction of your house.

The pit in your stomach now felt like it was going to eat you from the inside. You were still stuck on what to get Eddie. You had scribbled ideas in your journal, even asked some of your friends, but nothing seemed good enough. You had the terrible notion that maybe Eddie knew you better than you knew him. Gosh, you were a freaking terrible girlfriend.

It was a comfortable silence on the way to your house. Eddie had just gotten the new Metallica album on tape so that was playing quietly in the background. He had bought a tape for you too. Even though he knew you were not too fond of metal, you did enjoy the guitar riffs. 

“You okay, Y/N?” Eddied asked as he turned into your neighborhood. You nodded. “Am I doing too much?” 

You didn’t want to tell him yes. You knew if you did it would feel like you were rejecting him. “I like this side of you.” You replied. “I like that you’ve taken what I like into consideration even if it’s not exactly you.”

He nodded. “Okay… I don’t have a gift for you tomorrow.” he said as he pulled into your driveway. “I kinda ran out of ideas, but I have one more. I’ll give it to you on the day of.”

As you grabbed your belongings, Eddie asked you if you had had a chance to listen to the new Metallica tape. You shook your head no.

“I know it’s hard for you to listen to. You being a classical enthusiast or whatever, but listen to the title track. Puppets is…” he paused to think of a word to describe it. “Indescribable.”

You laughed at his lack of choice of words, but promised him that you would listen to it. 

When you entered your house, your mom was in the kitchen. She greeted you by placing a pb&j sandwich at the kitchen bar. You climbed up to a stool and began peeling off the crusts. Your mom looked out to the living room as in expecting someone to strut in behind you.

“Eddie had band practice today.” you said. Your mom pursed her lips, turning to look at the magnetic calendar on the fridge. She shook her head. 

“No, today is DnD.” she said, pointing at today’s date. In Eddie’s handwriting it read EM - DnD at 5:30. Your mom wasn’t a creeper. She didn’t try to live vicariously through you or Eddie, but she liked to know when Eddie was coming to dinner so she could make his favorites. Eddie had gotten so used to your comfortable home life, that he just did things on a whim as if he truly lived there, … including notifying your mom of his after school things.

“Yeah, but the Wheeler kid couldn’t make practice so he canceled that and he has a show coming up soon so…” you didn’t finish your sentence but your mom understood.

She nodded and then went back to clearing up the pb&j mess on the counter.

After your snack, you stayed in the kitchen, talking to your mom and showing off the gifts you’d received. You mentioned that you were stuck on not knowing what to give in return. 

“He’s going above and beyond for me, Mom!” You nearly cried, your tears stinging your eyes as you tried to hold them back. “I feel so bad because I don’t know what to do. You know, he’s even going to the recital next week? He’s told me he only likes classical music because I play violin! He’s too perfect.” you signed, dropping your head onto the counter.

The bang caused your mother to look at you with some concern. She tried to give you some advice, but your parents were together for metaphorically centuries but this was a new relationship. A one year anniversary was either a make it or break it situation in the world of high school.

You thanked your mom for trying to help before trudging to your bedroom. You tossed your backpack on the bed, causing some of your items to fall out. You rolled your eyes, annoyed at yourself. You picked up the stuff off the floor, leaving the Metallica tape Eddie had given you last week for last. You peeled off the plastic wrapping off of it and placed it in your cassette player. You put the volume on the lowest setting. 

You were studying your music for your recital for next week, practicing some of the measures when the introduction of Master of Puppets interrupted your thoughts. You turned up the volume of the radio slightly and you were quickly engrossed by the music.

Your foot tapped gently on your carpeted floor, your head bobbed to the beat, and your left hand was fingering the strings of your violin trying to figure out the notes. 

Suddenly an idea popped in your head. “Holy shit.” You whispered as you quickly got up and went to grab the phone from the kitchen.

—--

You were late. You shoved your violin into its case and snapped it shut in a haste. You threw the strap of the case over your shoulder, grabbed your backpack and threw the strap of that over your other shoulder and dashed out of your room.

You slipped into the kitchen to grab a pack of pop tarts from the pantry. Your mother was at the breakfast nook, reading the morning paper. She looked up at you but didn’t ask anything, just furrowed her brows and went back to drinking her coffee and reading. 

“Bye Mom!” you called out as you made your way to the front door. You hadn’t even bothered to look up after swinging the door open; you were so occupied with trying to open your breakfast that you bumped straight into a body. He hmphed as you bounced back, almost dropping your pop tarts.

“Eddie!” you exclaimed, stumbling with regaining your balance. You shoved the straps on your shoulders back to comfortable positions as the boy in front of you scanned his eyes over you curiously.

You were in jean shorts, a Hawkins hoodie, long socks and beat up Vans sneakers. Your hair was put up high in a ponytail and your face makeup free. 

“Going somewhere?” he asked, his dark eyes darting over the bags on your shoulders. You arched your head and stood on your tippy toes to look over Eddie’s shoulder. A tan car was pulling into your driveway and you could see that it was Tim, your orchestra buddy who sat next to you in class. He took a glance at what you were looking at and scoffed.

“I am.” You answered nonchalantly. You waited for him to step aside so you could make your way to your ride, but he didn’t budge.

“I could have given you a ride.” his tone was bored, but you could tell he was hurt just a tiny bit.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” you lied. He didn��t take it.

“So you wake up Tim? The guy who’s been suddenly crushing on you since we got together.” 

Eddie was not usually the jealous type. He didn’t make a big show of making sure everyone knew that you were his and his only. It was just a given. But he didn’t fuck with Tim like that. You didn’t know why, nor did you really care because you didn’t see yourself dumping Eddie for that guy. Tim was just a friend.

“Ah, Eddie…” you paused to try to find the right words. “It’s a recital thing. Something came up last minute and Mr. D gave us some new music to rehearse.”

Eddie stared into y/e/c eyes, squinting a bit as if trying to read your mind. When you didn’t so much as blink back, he stepped backwards, with a bow and wave of his arm. “See you around, my lady.” 

You could hear the sarcasm in his voice, but you skipped away and hopped into Tim’s car.

—---

You awoke with a start and realized that today was the day. You’d officially been together with Eddie Munson for one year. You tried to stretch but there was something heavy at your feet. You sat up and saw that there was a big box at the end of the bed. This box was carefully wrapped in pink wrapping paper and a white bow. Your eyes were wide with curiosity as you crawled to the end of the bed and pulled the box into your lap. 

The inside of the box was filled with white tissue paper and cushioned in the middle of the paper was a scrapbook. The scrapbook was black, obviously, and had giant stickers of your initials and Eddie’s. The book was thick and was tightly closed by a leather string that was tied around the book.

You untied it and began flipping through it. The book had everything from your first year with Eddie. Your eyes welled up with tears as you skimmed the pages. There was the front page article of when the two of you were in the Hawkins newspaper, a scrap of a menu from the local dinner where Eddie took you on a first date, the hand drawn flier of the first Corroded Coffins show you went to, the ticket stub from the homecoming dance, the note that he tossed to you in the lunchroom that was Eddie asking you to be girlfriend, tons of polaroid pictures, and other little memorabilia. 

Your heart hurt as you reviewed the book again. Your body was so full of emotions, you couldn’t help but let a few tears slip.

You got ready hastily. You had to see Eddie.

You parked outside of the Munson home. You grabbed the book and rushed to the door. Before you could knock, the door swung open to reveal a shirtless Eddie, hair ruffled and face still puffy from sleep.

“I heard your car.” he mumbled, gently rubbing the drowsiness from one of his eyes. 

You held up the scrapbook to his face. “You made this?!”

He hmmmed and you took it as a yes. You attached your body to his so fast, he almost lost his balance. 

“Seriously! This is the sweetest thing ever.” you gushed, flipping through the pages once more with him looking. He ushered you into his place so that you both wouldn’t be standing out in the morning sun. “I can’t believe you kept all of these tiny memories. Eddie, who knew you were such a softie?”

He led you to his room and closed the door behind you.

“Like I told you, I just want to make you happy and everything in that book is times that you’ve me happy. I love you, Y/N and I know that’s weird coming from your local metalhead with tattoos and rad hair, but it’s fuckin’ true.”

You pressed a hand to your chest whilst giving him a soft look. He took the book from you to place it on his messy dresser. He took you into his arms and leaned down to kiss you. 

Before things could get steamy, you pulled away, earning you a whine from Eddie as he lost the warmth of your body. 

You beckoned him to sit on his bed while you stood in front of him. He tried to make a grab for you but you stepped back. You couldn’t let him distract you. His eyes swept over your body as they usually did when you were acting abnormally. He knew there was something weird going on when you grew fidgety.

“Y/N…” he began, but you held up your hand to stop him.

“I know I've been a little odd this week. Honestly, I almost forgot that our anniversary was today… until you put those lilies in my locker, I remembered… and on the second day, you gave me another gift and then another and another. I felt like I was so imcompetant. How could I forget?”

“You had a lot of things on your mind…” Eddie tried to reason.

“No, well yeah, but that wasn’t it. I felt like you were putting in so much effort into the relationship and you know that’s not how we are. But your gifts were so carefully thought out; I can’t even imagine how long you’ve been putting all this together…”

“Well your mom helped me out some. She did the frilly things in the scrap–”

You shushed him so you could finish getting your speech out.

“...and I was just stuck. I didn’t know where to even begin… I finally listened to the Metallica tape you bought me when it dawned on me… Our love language… It’s music. From the beginning. Even though you’re metal and I’m you know, a mix of classical and pop, we still express a lot of our feelings through songs. You’ve made me countless mix tapes with songs that make you think of me. I’ve made you tapes of songs that have played in the background of places we’ve been to.”

You walked over to his boombox as you pulled a cassette case from your pullover kangaroo pocket. 

“I didn’t have a gift for everyday leading up till today, but I made this for you and I hope you like it because it’s a little bit of me and it’s a little bit of you.”

You placed the cassette in the player and pushed play, making sure to turn up the volume because Eddie liked his music loud.

There was static as the tape started, followed by some general room noises, some footsteps, a clearing throat, the tapping of a baton on a music stand.

Then the sudden start of multiple violins began and you thought he would realize the tune quickly because this was one of his top bands, but the instruments must have thrown him off since it took Eddie a good minute to recognize the tune.

Master of Puppets by Metallica. (link)

His eyes widened, his eyebrows went to the ceiling as he realized that the violin was you. He darted his eyes to and from the boombox to you, his mouth in a perfect circle with a fist covering it. As the song got to the climax, his brown eyes began to gush up with impending tears. You’d never seen him cry, not even out of anger, frustration, or sadness, but you’d seen him get wrecked over music before, but not to this extent.

When the last notes of the song faded out, you pushed stop on the player. You faced Eddie. He was still sitting, his body like a statue with the look of surprise still on his face.

“This is why you were hanging with Tim yesterday?” he suddenly asked. You nodded.

“He's the second chair, I needed his help, plus we got together with some other kids to fill in on the other instruments. It took us all day to figure out the song.” You explained. “Believe it or not, you’re not the only one with a good ear.”

At last, released from his stupor, Eddie jumped off his bed and embraced you tightly. 

“That was fuckin’ amazing! I can’t believe that was you! That was you taking on those riffs on your dainty, little violin!” He grabbed your left hand and saw that you had brand new calluses on your fingers. He held up his hand next to yours. “Shit, we really match now.” Noting the calluses on his fingers too from his guitar playing.

He kissed you deeply, gripping your waist tight and pulling you so close you could feel the heat rising off the bare skin of his torso. “You’re incredible. That’s going to live in my brain forever. We need to collaborate now.”

“Whatever you say. You know I’m yours.” you whispered as he reached behind you to rewind the tape and play it again before he snuggled his face into your neck, giving you a playful nibble.

“Can’t wait to see what you come up with on our next anniversary.” he mumbled, taking you back to his bed to show you how much he truly loved and appreciated you.

[new2fivesauce]

New Eddie Munson fic in the works...

It's gonna be fluffy. and cute. and i am literally so fkn obsessed with this man. ugh.

[new2fivesauce]

EDDIE MUNSON + HANDS Stranger Things 4 (2022)

[new2fivesauce]

Anywhere is Better with You - Eddie Munson

Summary: You come back to Hawkins two years after graduating only to find out that your friends' dungeon master is someone from your past. (4.7k words)

Warnings: smut, implied intoxicated smut, cursing

Pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

A/N: like everyone else on here, im head over heels in love with this fictional character. i got this idea and put it down in less than 24hours. not revised and might be a tad sloppy, but nonetheless maybe ive gotten my writing chops again.

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It was weird to put it bluntly. Weird being back in Hawkins. 

You never thought you’d come back after that incredulous, almost dreamlike, school year of 1983-1984. It was your senior year. You were friends with power couple at the time, Steve and Nancy. Nancy’s kid brother, Mike and his friends pulled you into this out of world adventure of finding a fragile, but telepathic, girl by the name of Eleven and defeating this monster called a demogorgon. As soon as you walked across that stage with your diploma in your hand, you peaced the fuck out of there,hoping to never to come back… but your life had other plans.

Of course you had kept in contact with Nancy and she always asked when you planned on coming back even for just a visit. You worked, lived, and breathed NYC though and it was hard to get away, but you found an exception some two years later. Nancy had mentioned in a phone call that she was head of the newspaper, she was working on covering the potential basketball champions of Hawkins High if they won. They were still in the tournament, just a couple more games to go. She practically begged and you didn’t understand why until you were sitting in her living room, college applications sprawled out across the floor and coffee table.

“Look, see! I want to go here!” Nancy exclaimed excitedly holding up a brochure for some college on the East Coast. “I want to get away from this place, Y/N. I want to get away like you. Jonathan left…” There was a soft sigh that escaped her lips. Her wide blue eyes looked sad, but unsure. “We keep saying we’re going to go to the same college, but I don’t know anymore. He’s been distant and probably I have been too. I don’t know how this long distance thing is supposed to work.” Nancy mused.

You reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder to console her. “You will figure it out.” you said confidently to boost her mood up. “Seriously, any place is better than here.”

The two of you continued talking, trying to keep an upbeat mood and helping her narrow down her college choices. If it had been easy for you, it would be much easier for Nancy. She was brilliant. 

You were supposed to get together soon with Steve and his friend, Robin for a hangout. Nancy mentioned that although she was no longer with Steve, they were still pretty close… considering that they had saved the world two more times since you had left Hawkins.

It wasn’t long before the Wheeler’s front door abruptly opened and loud, boisterous voices carried into the living room.

“HEY!” a voice that you barely recognized announced. “Who’s car is that in front of our house?!” The voice was Mike’s you figured out when he stepped into view, his friend Dustin coming up behind him. The last time you’d seen the two, they were practically minute. Tiny boys with tiny voices. Now they were in the midst of puberty and Mike, just from your view from the couch, for sure towered over you.

“Holy shit!” Dustin called out, seeing you now where you were sitting. “Y/N, Mike! It’s Y/N!” 

Mike took notice and suddenly the two boys were collapsing on top of you, hugging and speaking in rapid, inconherable voices.

There was a fast interchange of How you been, What you been up, etc. Nancy had to push them out of the living room when they brought up Dungeons and Dragons. You were not the avid player that they were, but you knew of the game and was pretty familiar with the rules.

“Nancy, pleeease!” Mike whined as he put his jacket on over a shirt that read Hellfire Club. “Y/N, tell Nancy that you want to see us play. We have to pick up Lucas on the way back to school. You will definitely like our dungeon master!” 

Dustin agreed with his lanky friend. “Yeah! He’s so cool! He’s old or whatever, but he’s fuckin’ amazing.”

It took a lot of convincing Nancy that you were fine with hanging with her younger brother and nerdy friends.

“I’ll meet you up at Steve’s later.” You promised as you stepped out the front door with Mike and Dustin in the lead. “I promise, this is not a burden. I miss these kiddies as much as they did me. I only wish I could see Will and El too.” You mused. Nancy shrugged, still not sure whether or not it was a good idea for you to be dragged to some D&D sesh. You sensed that there was something else that she wasn’t saying, but decided that whatever it was, she would tell you later.

—--

After picking up Lucas from his house and all three teens boys were scrunched into your not so big car, you headed to your alma mater. Lucas was chatting in the front seat, telling you about how he had joined the basketball team when they got into high school, but had to keep his nerd side a secret. Mike scoffed and mentioned something about real friends. Lucas pretended to not hear him and continued the small conversation by changing the subject to a girl named Max. You had heard a lot about her from conversations and letters from Nancy but had never met her. She seemed like an overall sweet girl and a good fit for Lucas Sinclair, but he did mention that they had broken up after the mall accident and her brother dying. 

When you got to the school, you weren’t even in park when the boys all began to scramble out, rushing to get inside. 

“We’re late!” Dustin remarked.

“I swear this fucking watch is broken.” Mike commented, looking at the timex on his wrist and shaking it furiously. “Agh!!” 

You followed them into the school and the memories of your high school years immediately flooded your mind. You looked around and reminisced about past classes, teachers, friends, parties, clubs, boyfriends, hook-ups, kisses… 

“Y/N! We don’t have time for you to get all weepy!” Mike beckoned you out of your thoughts, turning back to look at you impatiently. You laughed as you sped up your walk to catch up. 

“You’re late, freshman.” a low, calculating voice said as the four of you entered what you thought was a very decorated AV room. There were Christmas lights hanging around the room of all colors and candles lit up, posters of horror films and books on the walls, film equipment abandoned in the corners. In the middle was a table big enough to fit at least 10 people. There were all sorts of game pieces and an assortment of snacks to tide over everyone’s hunger.

“Sorry, sorry.” Mike, Dustin, and Lucas said simultaneously as they got into their assigned positions, pulling out their costumes from their backpacks that you hadn’t even noticed that they had brought. You didn’t know where to go, but Dustin had made a head motion towards the head of the table. 

This so-called dungeon master hadn’t even bothered to look up at them, but was so inclined to be sitting on an actual throne. That chair had to come from the drama theater room. You cautiously scuttled to the throne and cleared your throat before speaking.

“Sorry they’re late. That was my fault.” You said even though you hadn’t been aware that there was a specific time they had to arrive and like Mike had mentioned, his watch was broken. 

The guy sitting at the throne laughed an almost evil laugh. His wavy hair was covering his face, but you felt you knew this laugh. “Excuses.” he muttered, now pushing his hair back from his face as he raised his head to look at you.

Eddie Munson’s big, beautiful, brown eyes stared you down. You know your face must have been one of shock, but not Eddie’s. He was cool, collected, and calm. A smile spread across his face as he took you in. 

“Well, well, well…” he began flicking his eyes over you and then looked at your three teen friends. “I didn’t know you were acquainted with Wheeler, Henderson, and Sinclair.” His eyes flashed back to you and you could feel a warmth spread over your face… were you actually fucking blushing?

“You know Y/N?” Lucas questioned, looking between you and the now-long haired Eddie. Eddie shrugged so nonchalantly and you nodded slowly. “Weird.” he mumbled. Eddie shrugged again before motioning at the empty chair to the left of him. He didn’t have to say any words for you to understand that it was a hint for you to sit.

Eddie was still in high school? You questioned yourself as Eddie began to ramble off the rules for their game. But how?! The last time you had seen him, you were both seniors.

As the game progressed and you watched with feigned fascination your mind was swirling with the past.

You’d known Eddie since elementary school. He had always been a troublemaker and  against the patriarchy type of person, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t smart as hell. In fact, you thought Eddie was even smarter than you. He just didn’t like to show it. He hadn’t had the best childhood growing up, you definitely knew that. He hated seeing his uncle almost kill himself everyday just to support the two of them. You’d known for a fact that Eddie wasn’t ready to do the same. Is that why he’s still in school?

You peeked a glance at the 20 year old boy. His hair had grown out so much since the last time you’d seen each other. His face was clean-shaven, but you could see a bit of stubble starting to poke out. He hated facial hair; he shaved every day. His eyes crinkled at the sides when he smiled after a good play and that made you smile. You had missed him… there was no denying that.

Eddie and you had had a bit of history. You had almost every class in high school together. You hadn’t belonged to any particular group in school, but you had gotten along with almost everyone. You always wondered if the reason you hadn’t advanced up the social ladder was because you had been openly friends with Eddie. You didn’t regret that you had been though. Eddie was an amazing guy.

But things during your senior year and Eddie’s first of many senior years hadn’t ended particularly well. You had had your fair share of suitors at this point in time and although Eddie was “a freak,” girls were no stranger to him. Word had spread that he was well endowed beneath his ripped jeans so girls were secretly banging him and he wasn’t complaining. Girls or her former classmates to be exact, bragged about “climbing the Freak” in the restroom between class changes.

At first you didn’t understand what all the talk was about even after being questioned if you had conquested Eddie before anyone else since you were close to him. But after all that happened when Eleven was discovered, you were dismissive towards everyone. The events had taken a great toll on you and you couldn’t even speak of it unless it was Steve or Nancy. You had pushed Eddie away but he had slithered his way back into your life after a night of weed and cheap beer in his trailer.

The effects of the drugs and alcohol led into a whirlwind of passionate sex that didn’t stop after that first time. You had practically become girlfriend and boyfriend without the labels. You had fallen hard for him and you thought he had felt the same for you, but when you told him about your plans for college out of the state, he shut down.

“You’re going to leave me?!”

The way he had screamed it out into the universe with the most broken, straggled voice still echoed in your mind. You blinked your tears away remembering that night.

Eddie kept his distance after that and you were heartbroken. Eventually graduation came. Eddie didn’t walk the stage and you only thought that was because he didn’t want to see you. You now realized that he had purposely failed to not graduate and stay in this shitty town. 

Your hand reached up to your chest and underneath the tanktop you wore, your fingers clutched around a ring that hung from a necklace you never took off. It was the last remnant of Eddie you had before you left Hawkins. He had left it on the nightstand in your childhood bedroom. You never knew if it was on purpose or by mistake, but now you were back and you were debating if you should return it. He probably didn’t even miss it.

—--

The game finally ended and everyone was mentally exhausted. Your boys had been given clean up duty so they rushed you out the AV room while they cleaned so the janitor wouldn’t complain about their mess the next school day. 

As you waited in the hallway, back leaning against the lockers and head down looking at the watch on your wrist, a pair of scuffed up white sneakers appeared before you. You raised your head until y/e/c met Eddie’s soft brown ones.

His eyes twinkled with mischief and amusement.

“Fancy seeing you here.” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes flitted over you like they had earlier. His eyes lingered on your tank’s lifted area on your chest before going back to your eyes.

“Could say the same about you…” you replied. His face turned to stone momentarily.

“Before you lecture me…” he started seriously, “I already know I’m a fuckin’ disappointment. I don’t need you to remind me.” he arched his brow. It was your turn to shrug.

“It’s been awhile… Just thought I’d come back to visit for a bit. New York is…”

“OOOH! New York!” Eddie exclaimed, putting his hands on either side of his face in fake surprise. “Come to brag?” he challenged suddenly. “Come to tell me how I fucked up and how much better you are now that you’re not living in his hick town?” 

He was pacing now, occasionally looking from his feet to you as he walked left and right in front of you as you remained silent.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here, Eddie.” You sighed. “And you know it’s not me to brag about whatever the hell I’ve been doing. You know I would have much rather been anywhere, even here, with you.”

He let out a sarcastic, dark chuckle. “Yeah right.” 

You sighed heavily. This conversation had taken a turn for the worse and luckily you were saved by the reappearance of Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.

Lucas looked between the two of you like he had before the game had started. He didn’t say anything but you sensed that he could feel the tension in the air. Mike and Dustin were oblivious as always as Dustin cheerfully walked alongside Eddie to ask him questions about how well they had played.

—-

After dropping off Dustin and Lucas, you arrived back at the Wheelers to drop off Mike before heading to Steve’s. You pulled up the driveway and began to bid your goodbyes to Mike when he interrupted you.

“I’m sorry about not mentioning Eddie to you. I remember Nancy mentioning to Steve or Jonathan that you had dated or something. It didn’t end well, I think.” He looked at you apologetically. You reached out to ruffle the waves on his head. “I just didn’t think, you know. Sometimes I do that. Not think things all the way through.”

“We’re good, kid. It’s not a big deal. Eddie and I are good. We’re, uhh… we’re okay.” you stuttered on your words, not sure if you meant what you were saying but you didn’t want to leave Mike feeling bad.

Mike gave you a small side smile and nodded. He thanked you for joining them for the D&D session before folding himself out of your car and dashed inside.

—--

It'd been 10 minutes since you parked your car outside of Eddie Munson’s trailer. You had started driving to Steve Harrington’s house, but you couldn’t let go of the dumb conversation you had had with Eddie. Your brain went into autopilot and before you knew it, you were outside his home. Only one light was on; Eddie’s bedroom light.

Your window was rolled down. The evening air was breezy but still warm. You had a cigarette between your fingers and took long drags of it between arguing with yourself if you were going to be brave or a coward.

When your second cig burned down to the nub and nearly burned your fingers, you flicked it outside. You reached towards your passenger seat for another, but realized that your pack was empty now. You sighed.

“Just do it, you coward.” You said to yourself.

“Do what?” A voice suddenly replied. You jumped so high off your seat, your knees hit the steering wheel and your head banged the ceiling of your car. Your hand flew immediately to clutch the ring under your shirt as you felt your heart pounding hard against your rib cage.

“Holy shit!” you screeched, looking outside your window to see a smirking Eddie. You could tell he was suppressing a laugh by the way his lips twitched. “What are you doing out here?” You asked him, unbuckling your seatbelt to get out the vehicle.

He laughed suddenly. “Uhh, I think the better question is what are you doing out here? Are you stalking me Y/N?” He was being playful now. You didn’t get it. At the school, he was acting so cold/odd… tough?

He opened your car door and extended his hand out to help you out. You took it gingerly. His hand was firm, warm, and a bit rough from his guitar calluses. He closed the door for you before closing in around you. You were backed into the side of your car, his arms were stretched out on either side of your head, his hands resting on the roof of your vehicle. He tilted his head to the side, his hair flopping over as well. His eyes had grown dark as he drank you in with them. 

“You haven’t answered my question yet.” he mused as he watched you squirm in place. His strong gaze was making you uncomfortable. He lowered his head and placed his mouth right next to your ear. “I asked… What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” he whispered.

His breath engulfed you. Your eyes fluttered closed. A wave of goosebumps passed from your head to your toes. You instinctively rubbed your arms to try to make them disappear but he noticed. 

“Y/N…” he whispered once more into your ear. This time he watched as your skin prickled with just a murmur of your name. “Fuck…” he exhaled.

He pulled his head back to see that you were looking at him. Your eyes dug into his. You wanted him to see your fucking soul. You’d been dreading coming back to Hawkins not because of a super-power girl and some creepy monsters, but because of Eddie. He had broken your heart. You hadn’t been able to combat your feelings before. You’d slept with just about anyone who would pay attention to you just to forget him… yet the only person you ever saw behind your eyelids when you closed them during sexual ecstacy whether by your hand or someone else’s was Eddie fucking Munson. He owned you and he didn’t even know it.

“What?” he questioned suddenly, quirking his head to the side. 

You blinked. Your mind had lost its focus again. “What what?” You asked. He squinted his eyes at you.

“You were looking at me weird,” he said. “You went somewhere just now… Where?”

You grimaced, embarrassed suddenly.

Eddie placed a gentle hand under your chin and tilted it up. You would feel your eyes well up with tears. Your heart was hurting so bad. He was so close to you. His scent of weed, cinnamon gum, and preferred bar soap enveloped you and it time-turned you back two years ago when you were both 18. 

A single tear slipped and he was so quick to wipe it away. “Hey, hey, hey…” he mused so softly. His lips were suddenly kissing your face gently and like a feather. “I missed you too, Y/N… Please don’t cry. I’m sorry.” 

His lips trailed over your cheeks and slowly he maneuvered them just above your lips. “I’m sorry I gave up on us so easily. I thought you were running away from me. I thought you were willingly trying to leave me. I didn’t know you were wanting me to go with you. I didn’t understand. I should have–”

You tiptoed to raise your body upwards towards him. Your lips touched his softly. You did so to shut him up. You didn’t want him to apologize right now. All you wanted was for him to devour you and fill you up so good. 

You reached to the waist of his jeans, hooking your fingers through the loops. You pulled him closer to you leading him to delve deeper into the kiss. His hands cupped your face. His teeth gently pulled on your lower lip before he pulled his face away for a fraction of second.

“Inside!” his voice whispered hoarsely. He took one of your hands, pulling you impatiently inside his trailer home. There wasn’t enough time to look around but you did notice that his uncle still had his mug collection and you were able to spot a couple of the ones that you had gifted him.

Eddie tugged you into his room, slamming the door shut after the two of you were fully inside. He pressed you against the door, his hands roaming over your body and kissing you again with an intensity so ferocious you were about to burst at the seams. 

“Eddie,...” You moaned as his lips nipped at your jawline and lowered onto the soft spot of your neck that he knew got you going. He muttered something but you couldn’t make out what he said. You were enthralled by what his mouth was doing. Yeah, you definitely missed him.

“Off, off…” you finally understood what he was muttering as his fingers tangled themselves at the base of the tank top you were wearing. You nodded and pulled the shirt off in a quick motion. Eddie growled lowly at the sight of your boobs being held in the grasp of your favorite black bra before his eyes flickered to the ring that hung in the valley between your breasts.

His ring-clad fingers reached out to hold his old class ring. He examined the emerald stone surrounded with the words Hawkins High School Class of 1984. He chuckled before letting it drop back onto your skin.

“Cute…” he muttered before attacking your lips again with his. He eased the both of you towards his bed. Your clothes and his hastily were all removed by the time his knees hit the edge of the mattress. He sat on bed, his member in full salute in his underwear. Your groin ached in anticipation at its sight. He beckoned you to straddle him. Your clothed heat rubbed against him as you brought your legs on either side of him and you both hissed. 

“How many guys have you let have you?” Eddie questioned as he gripped your waist and rubbed you against him. You moaned, because you were horny and then suddenly annoyed by his question.

“What?” you questioned. He repeated himself, again grinding you against him. “Why does that matter?” You rolled your eyes at him and he gripped you tighter. You’d forgotten that he didn’t like bratty behavior.

“I want to know if anyone has been as good as me…” As he said this, he raised your body upwards. With a strategic hand, he removed his dick from its confines and bunched your panties to the side to allow him to slide into your slick folds. 

Your breath hitched as your body released an internal sigh. He lowered you slowly, allowing you to enjoy the moment and get yourself accustomed to his size once more. It took a few gentle thrusts to get you to the base of his dick and once you were, you swore you could feel him twitch in the area behind your belly button.

Eddie’s eyes were almost black, his pupils fully dilated as he looked down at the area that connected you to him. He raised you almost to his tip and then brought you harshly down. You moaned, reaching up to grip his shoulders and maybe some of his hair. You didn’t know. All you knew was that you were feeling fucking fantasic.

“Say you want me.” Eddie whined, placing his forehead to yours. “Tell me you need me. I want to hear you say it.” There was a hint of gushy emotions in his tone.

“Are you getting lovey dovey on me, Eddie?” you teased as you tried to give yourself relief by moving your hips, but he kept a tight grip on you. So tight you knew you’d have bruises in the morning. 

He threw his head back and laughed. “C’mon…” he whimpered. “Tell me and I’ll fuck you into oblivion. Please, baby.” 

Your heart melted then. You nodded your head and announced to the room that you wanted him, that you needed him, and you needed him to fuck you until you saw the stars.

He flipped the two of you over before removing what remained of your clothes and his. He spread your legs and ran a finger along where you needed him most. “So wet for me, baby.” he mused as he looked longingly before lining himself and inserting. 

His thrusts were quick, rough and when you would stop moaning, he would position your legs higher onto his shoulder to get you at a different angle. 

“Fuck…” You spewed when you felt that tightness in your abdomen. Eddie looked down at you, first with concern, but then with full-on lust as you reached down to the bud between your legs. He slapped your hand away and you gave him a dirty look. He tsked.

“Mine.” he murmured before he pulled out completely once more and ordered you to get on your hands and knees. You obeyed him quickly. You spread your legs whilst on your knees and dropped down onto your elbows. Eddie was right behind you and helped arch your back down with a push of his hand. 

His pace was fast but hard as he reached around and down until his middle ring could rub swift circles on your clit. You felt your body wanting to press down and disappear into his mattress. Your mouth was slack open, drool dribbling. Your brain was completely shut off to everything but the way that Eddie was making you feel right now.

The tightness began again and you knew you were close. Eddie felt it as well by the pulsing clench your pussy had on him. 

“C’mon baby.” he groaned, slowing down just a bit to prepare you for your orgasm. “You can do it.” he egged you. “Y/N, you can let go… C’mon, cum.”

It didn’t take much longer for the wave of euphoria to crash over you. Eddie whined as you came on him and gave you several more hard thrusts before he, too, spilled his seed in you. Your bodies collapsed, his arms and legs intertwined with yours.

The two of you laid still, gasping for air. Eddie recovered faster and squirmed about, trying to get him and you into more comfortable positions and pulled a blanket over the two of you. You cuddled into his chest and inhaled him deeply.

“Are you smelling me?” he inquired. You peered up at him through your glassy, hooded eyes and barely nodded. He stroked your hair as your eyes began to droop. You were so spent, but you felt so good. The ache in your heart had lessened, you felt like you were whole again…

Just as you felt sleep coming onto you, Eddie pulled you closer. “I’m coming with you.” he suddenly whispered. You didn’t know how long you were going to stay in Hawkins, but you knew he wasn’t staying behind again. You didn’t respond, just nodded your head and he understood that that was a yes…

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COMPLETE

Please Don’t Regret Me - LH

Please Don’t Regret Me.

Nelle has been 5sos’ assistant since the beginning. With the upcoming release of Youngblood, Nelle is getting cold feet, debating if working with these four men on a 24/7 basis is healthy and a sudden shift in Luke’s attitude towards her keeps her intrigued but confused in the matter of her departure.

1. Intro - 575 words

2. Hotel Management - 3660 words

3. Bad News First - 4510 words

4. Lavender Sheets - 4091 words

5. **Reminiscence of Those Lavender Sheets -5610 words

6.  The L in CALM - 3141 words

7. Liz H. (Part A) - 1215 words

8. Live Photos & Texts - 3450 words (implied smut)

**smut

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Please Don't Regret Me - LH

Please Don't Regret Me - 8. Live Photos & Texts

Final Chapter

Words: 3450

**Warnings: Implied Sex, Mentions of Sex

Nelle stared at her laptop screen. The credits rolling of whatever season 4 episode of Gilmore Girls she had put on to distract herself. She sighed as she reached to click on the Next Episode button. Just as the next episode started, her phone vibrated from somewhere around her bed. Nelle felt her way around her comforter, pillows, and a couple of stuffed animals from her world tour trips until she touched her phone. She tapped the screen to turn it on and with a swipe, her text messages opened to her group chat with the members of 5sos.

Ash :) : hey, does anyone have pics from my party?? i want to post a throwback on insta.

Mike :) : no

Ash :) : geez great. i was too fked up to take any pics other than one of cal doing a keg stand

Cal :) : tf? i dont remember that. Luke doesnt have pics either.

Nelle racked her brain to remember if she took any pictures, but couldn’t. She barely remembered using her phone that evening. She recalled showing up, dancing, seeing Louis Tomlinson, Luke… Luke and her in Ashton’s laundry room. After that it was sort of a blur. She couldn’t get over the fact that she fucked Luke in their friend’s house. How and why did she do that? After walking out the laundry room, she ran into Mike who handed her some type of jungle juice. The drink had made her tipsy and she just wanted to sweat it out so she danced with Sasha, then some random guy, and then blank.

Nelle suddenly flashed back to Luke taking her hand, pulling her away from that random guy. He walked ahead of her so she couldn’t see his face, but she could tell his jaw was clenched so hard from the side profile she could make out through the dim room and party lights. He pulled her until they were almost to the back of the dance floor where he gripped her waist, her backside to his front, and whispered “You’re mine tonight. Not anyone else’s” A wave of goosebumps ran over her body as she remembered the way their bodies swayed and grinded to the music, her head lolled back on his shoulder as his hands roamed over her navy dress and skin.

She recalled another quickie in the laundry room, but then Luke didn’t want to be there anymore. Nelle had somewhat sobered up by then and she, too, wanted to leave the party. They left together in an Uber. Their hands intertwined the whole car ride to Nelle’s hotel. Their lips and bodies melded together on the elevator ride up to her room. Their clothes barely stayed on as they entered the suite.

Nelle hurriedly flipped through her apps to her Photos. She scrolled to the date of the party. There were a couple of pictures, all blurry, of the event. She sent two of the best ones in the chat, maybe Ashton could use them for his post, but it wasn’t that that she was interested in. The last two pictures from that night were dark and hard to make out through the small icons until she clicked on the first one. When it opened up, her body stiffened. It was of her face. Her eyes were hooded, her glitter eyeshadow and mascara were smeared. Nelle could barely make out her body, but she could tell that she was on her knees, and her mouth was slack open with Luke’s dick. She held the Live Photo and it animated Luke gently grabbing her hair to push her down on his member and her eyes shutting. The background was not visible, but she guessed it was the 2nd round in the laundry room according to the time stamp. 

She squeezed her legs together, trying to ease the sudden ache she felt between her thighs. She flicked to the last of these explicit pictures. 

The second was clearly taken in her hotel room. She was situated at the edge of the bed. Her dress pushed up over her waist and the straps had been pulled down to expose her breasts. She held this Live Photo to play its short clip, but this one wasn’t as explicit. It was just Luke’s arm wrapping around one of her thighs to pull her closer to the edge.

Nelle flicked through the two pictures, trying to place the moment she would have seen Luke take these pictures but couldn’t. She didn’t mind that he did. They were somewhat beautiful and a reminder of one of her best nights with him. She suddenly yearned for him. She was so stupid. She left him. Twice. Without telling him what she wanted. 

She pulled up his name and lingered over texting him. Their messages had been very monotone and monosyllable since that night. Before she could change her mind, she sent him the first of the two pictures.

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Luke trudged behind Calum as they made their way to the baggage claim of JFK airport. Calum had talked Luke’s ear off about how excited he was to see Sasha after some weeks apart from each other and had been trying to convince Luke that maybe it was a good idea to set up a double date.

“I’m not dating anyone” Luke had mumbled. Calum chortled.

“Dude, seriously. What about Nelle? I know you got chummy with her at Ash’s party.”

Luke tried to control her facial expression, not recalling when he had told him that. In fact, he hadn’t told anyone other than his therapist. “How the–”

“Sasha told me. Nelle had had a scare, I guess, I don’t know. And she told Sasha about it and she told me.” Calum said nonchalantly as he temporarily stopped to look at the signs on the ceiling to verify that they were going the right way.

Luke furrowed his brows. “Scare? What are you talking about? What scare?” he asked. His friend shrugged his shoulders.

“You know…” Calum started and then paused. Luke gently pushed his shoulder for him to hurry with the explanation. “Chill, man! Like you know when a girl misses her period and thinks that she’s pregnant or whatever. She was just late according to Sash. You’re good, dude. You’re not going to be a dad.” Calum turned to give him a reassuring smile, but Luke was still solemn.

“What the hell.” he mused. “Why wouldn’t she have told me about that? Was she just going to ignore me forever if she did end up having my kid?” 

They reached the conveyor belts of luggage. Calum read the screens above the belts and then ventured towards the one that was going to bestow their bags. Calum was and was not listening to his friend. He had his phone in his hand, texting Sasha that they were getting their luggage and about to get a ride to Nelle’s apartment. 

“Luke, I don’t think it was that serious. If something had come of it, I’m sure she would have said something to you. It’s not like she was pregnant and lost it. She just had a late period. She forgot to take her birth control for a couple of days and was stressed from the tour. Shit happens.” Luke decided to drop the subject. He could sense that Calum had gotten frustrated with him. In fact, Calum had seemed frustrated with him the entire way from Home since they had boarded the plane. Luke reasoned that it was nerves. Calum hadn’t seen his girlfriend and his best friend in a long time. 

As Calum got their luggage, Luke removed his phone from his pocket and took it off airplane mode. He had forgotten to do that when the plane had landed, but it wasn’t as if anyone of importance needed him anyway. Calum had mentioned that Ashton had texted, but it was just over the last party. Luke sighed heavily thinking about that night’s events. 

His phone vibrated several times as his alerts started to come in all at the same time. He watched as the notifications popped up on his lock screen but the only ones that caught his attention were the person he least expected to text him.

His fingers trembled as he tapped his way towards his messages. Nelle’s name was at the top of his texts in bold. The number 5 next to her name. She had texted him five times while he was on an airplane to where she resided. Did she know he was coming? Was she about to tell him that she didn’t want to see him? He lingered over her name, not wanting to read what she had to say if it was going to be bad,... but what if it was good? He clenched and unclenched his lingering hand just as Calum walked up to him with his bags.

“You okay?” Calum asked, seeing Luke’s flustered expression. Luke nodded.

“Yeah… hey did Nelle know that I was tagging along with you on this trip?” he pondered, taking his bag from Calum. His friend shook his head. 

“Nah. Didn’t think to mention it.” They both started walking in the direction of Uber pickups. “And before you ask, no, Sasha didn’t say anything either.”

This confused Luke. “Why?”

“Why what?” 

“Why didn’t you tell her?” Luke questioned. He looked down at his phone. Nelle’s name is still in bold with a number 5. 

“Because… because you two are cowards. She would have left New York if we mentioned you were coming.” Luke nodded in understanding. “You still haven’t made your feelings towards her clear. You need to sit down and talk. Make whatever this situation is work.” 

Luke nodded again. Calum mentioned their Uber not having arrived yet so they settled on a bench to wait. Calum was on a call with his girlfriend while Luke resumed staring at his phone. He closed his eyes as his finger pressed on Nelle’s name.

When he opened his eyes, four text bubbles were on the screen with a picture bubble preceding them. He scrolled up to the picture. 

He didn’t even have to press on it to know what it was. Nelle… taking his dick in her mouth the night of Ashton’s end of tour party. He felt a sudden warmness consume him and himself twitch. He ran his teeth over his bottom lip as he scrolled back down to read the messages that followed his picture.

Nelle P <3: Saw this today. Fuuuuu— Luke, I miss you. I need you. I’m stupid as fuck.

Nelle P <3: I like you… I like you a lot. I guess I never wanted to admit to myself bc I felt like a member of the band and I didn’t want to jeopardize anything. I mean you used to not like me at all at the beginning! And after that night… and that day I left the hotel and you said so that’s it then? I never thought that you could want more.

Nelle P <3: Not to be a sap, but uh to quote your dumb song, I want you back. I want us to work. I need you. I don’t think I can be with some other guy after the things you’ve done to me. I don’t want you to regret me.

Nelle P <3: I’m sorry. I was dumb and reckless and just ended up hurting us both. Please. Tell me that you want the same. That you want to be with me and you want us to work. And this isn’t bc of the sex. It’s a plus. But I think I’m starting to understand what these feelings are. Call me, yeah? I’ll even come home so we can do this thing if you want me to.

Luke read the messages over and over. It felt like infinite times that he read the messages. He nudged Calum. “How long till we get to Nelle’s?” he asked with a smile as wide as his face.

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Nelle begrudgingly was helping Sasha put the finishing touches in her now sparkling clean room. Sasha was not the greatest cleaner and since Calum was coming to stay for an undetermined amount of time, Sasha begged Nelle to help her clean. Nelle had already cleaned the entire loft from top to bottom. She was a neat-freak, but also, she needed a distraction. After sending Luke a flurry of texts with that risky picture, she couldn’t wait patiently enough for a response.

The last time she had checked her phone, the messages were still Unread but she remembered that Australia was in a different time zone and he could be sleeping. A twinge of regret had run through her mind as she watched the messages sent and she wanted for them to suddenly disappear, but then she realized that it was too late for regret. The worst thing that Luke could tell her was to get over her feelings because he moved on. 

Sasha could sense that Nelle was in a distant world. Her friend was in auto-pilot mode: dusting, sweeping, organizing, mopping, etc. Sasha had called her name three times before Nelle pulled herself out of her little world.

“Wh-What?” Nelle stuttered, the books in her hands slightly tumbling before she caught herself. She quickly rearranged them on Sasha’s bookshelf. 

“I asked if you’re okay? You seem a little distracted.” 

Nelle nodded furiously. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. I might have done something stupid, but it’s all good.”

Sasha arched an eyebrow, concern showing in her wide brown eyes. “What did you do?” 

Nelle waved her off as she made her way out of the room. She thought she had heard a knock on their loft door. “It’s nothing. If something comes of it, I’ll let you know.” she called out to Sasha. She got to the door and unlocked its multiple chains and locks. 

She revealed Calum on the other side of the door upon opening it. He was towering over her as he rocked on his feet. “Nelle!” he called out, extending his arms to her. She rushed forward and let herself become engulfed in her best friend’s body. Her body let out a heavy sigh. She felt as if she were Home. Her body relaxed into his and Calum pulled her closer to him. A sniffle caught Calum’s ear and he pulled Nelle away from him to investigate her. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Nelle looked overcome with emotion, her eyes and the tip of her nose a slight red. She nodded. “I just missed you, Cal. I don’t think we’re meant to be apart for this long.” she said. He chuckled and hugged her again. “I just really missed your face.”

“I missed your face too.” He smiled down at her. He could see that she was indeed happy to see him, but beyond the smile on her face, there was a sadness. Nelle flickered her eyes over Calum’s shoulder, but the hall behind him was empty.

As she stepped aside to let him in, Sasha came parading from her room. She squealed in delight and dashed across the loft, crashing into Calum so hard that she almost toppled all three of them down. The two exchanged cute kisses and sweet words that made Nelle envy their relationship a bit. She never thought two of her closest friends would ever get together yet call each other things like Snookums and Teddy Bear. 

After letting Calum fully enter the loft, Nelle noticed that he didn’t have any bags with him. She questioned him.

“Oh snap. Yeah, I do have luggage. I left it at the front desk.” Calum commented. He looked at Nelle suddenly. “I really have to use the bathroom, Nelle. Do you think you could grab it for me? Security wasn’t too fond of me just now.” he asked with a shrug of his shoulders.

“What? Tom? He’s the nicest guy ever!” she said, looking at Sasha for reassurance. “But yeah, I’ll go for it. I’ll be back. No funny business while I’m gone!” she yelled out as she headed out the door.

“I don’t guarantee anything!” Sasha called back.

Nelle took the elevator down to the first floor of her building. She never heard of the security holding bags at the front desks, but then again she was a resident of the building and Calum was just a guest. There were probably different security rules. She thought about this all the way down, until the doors opened up for her and she stepped out the elevator.

She slowly walked the lobby towards the front desk, but before she made it to Tom the security guy, she heard her name called out. She turned in the direction of the couches and armchairs set in the lobby for waiting. Rising up from one of the armchairs was Luke.

Like Luke Luke. Blond hair, blue eyed Luke. Giant 6-foot-3 Luke. Luke fucking Hemmings.

Nelle’s jaw dropped, her eyes blinking rapidly in disbelief. Luke sauntered over to her, two luggage bags in hand. 

He dropped the bags to his feet once he was within a foot of Nelle. Nelle stared up at him, still not believing that he was standing in front of her.

“I got your messages.” he said softly, slowly stepping closer to her. Nelle nodded slowly, hearing him, but not really listening. She was still in shock. One of her hands reached out and placed itself in the middle of his chest. She was just checking if he was real. He reached and grabbed her hand in his, giving it a small but tight squeeze. 

“Luke…” Her amber eyes looked up at him and they were on the brink of watering over. Her tears were at the brim and as she slowly blinked, a tear slipped down her cheek. Luke bent down, putting her face between his hands. Her lips jutted out and Luke’s eyes flickered to them and then back up at her eyes.

“Shh…” he cooed. “I’m here and we’re going to talk, okay?” he told her in a whisper. She nodded her head once. “I just want to–” he stopped talking as his face came closer to hers. Her eyes closed as his lips softly touched hers. The kiss was like a raincloud. So soft yet electric. He pulled away and let go of her face. 

“You going to take me up?” He asked her, his eyes darting in the direction of the elevators. She nodded but quickly got reminded of Calum’s luggage. “I have it. I think he just used that as a ruse to get some time alone for himself with Sasha and also to egg you down here to see me. He thought if you knew I was coming that you would have–”

“I wasn’t though! I would have stayed. I’m ready, Luke. I’m ready for whatever-” she jutted a finger between the two of them “this is. I was being an idiot before. But I don’t want to play games anymore, Luke. I can’t even tell you the last time I was in a relationship. I want to do this. I’m ready to do this.”

Luke chuckled as they entered the elevator. It was empty except for the two of them. Luke watched as Nelle pushed the 15th floor button. When the doors closed, he set the luggage bags on the floor again and cornered Nelle. Nelle stared at Luke, her pupils widening at the realization of what he was doing. 

A low groan rose from his throat as he eyed her. He pulled her body to his, crashing his lips onto hers. Nelle’s hands flew to his curls, tangling her fingers in his strands and pulling just enough to get Luke riled up. Their bodies grinded against one another as the elevator took them up. When the elevator stopped at her floor, they separated harshly, but hesitantly. 

They almost crashed into Calum and Sasha as they exited. Sasha took one glance at the two of them to know enough of what happened in the elevator between the first and 15th floor. 

“We’re going out to dinner.” Calum said, a little oblivious. “Wanna join?” Sasha nudged him and pushed him into the elevator. 

“We’ll see you later.” Sasha chimed. She gave Nelle a wink as the doors closed between the two couples. 

Nelle led Luke to her loft. She knew that they had a lot to discuss if they were going to be a couple. She knew that being his girlfriend came with risks seeing as he’s a famous person. But she could wait for that. She wanted to show him first how she felt about him…

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Thanks for reading. I think this is my first completed fanfic is a very long time. The ending is a little rough. I wanted to add a smut chapter, but I couldn't get my bearings and had limited time to write this. Maybe in the future I'll revise and change the ending but for now, thanks for reading this and I should continue my writing in the future :)

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now it’s just me myself and i 🌼

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Calum Hood Poster

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Tweaked this one a bit bc I reread it and cringed a bit at the part where Luke sees Nelle for the first time in ever.

Please Don’t Regret Me - 5. Reminiscence of Those Lavender Sheets

Please Don’t Regret Me - 5. Reminiscence of Those Lavender Sheets

Words: 5610

**Warnings: Smut… Yes, seriously, there’s some trashy, garbage smut (bc I haven’t written smut in so long) in this one.

September-October 2018 – towards the end of the Meet You There tour

*NYC*

Nelle glanced up nervously at her date as she stuffed her vibrating phone back into her purse. Through the thick leather of her bag and all its contents, her phone continued to buzz; first in spurts like multiple text messages were coming in and then long buzzes like a phone call. Daniel, her date, furrowed his brows, pointing his salad fork towards the bag hanging off the back of Nelle’s chair.

“You sure you don’t wanna get that?” Daniel asked. “It could be an emergency.” Nelle shook her head. She tucked a strand of her straightened hair behind her ear with a scoff.

“No. We just got our salads and appetizers. I don’t want to ruin this because my best friend is being annoying.” Just as Nelle finished her sentence, her phone began buzzing again. 

“Go on. Pretend I’m not here.” Daniel insisted. He looked genuinely concerned, so Nelle decided to break her No Phones on Dates rule to make his sad, brown puppy eyes go away.

Nelle sighed exasperated but reluctantly reached back into her purse. She swiped the call button to green and put the phone to her ear without looking at the caller’s name.

“WHAT?!” she answered through gritted teeth just enough to make it seem like she was being annoyed but low enough that surrounding diners wouldn’t think she was being rude and loud.

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The Hell Tour - PTV/SWS

This is not a 5sos fanfic. This is Pierce the Veil/Sleeping with Sirens. Time period is during The World Tour. I had originally posted this on mibba? and I stopped writing it about seven chapters in, but I recently found it and it kinda inspired me to possibly finish. Anyway, here is the synopsis:

Kristi, currently a broke fine arts student, finally gets the break she needs by getting this HUGE much needed job. Only there's ONE MAJOR problem: His name starts with a K and he's in one of the biggest bands of this day and age.

One Way Ticket

Fresno

Pomona

Albuquerque

Albuquerque II

Lubbock

Tulsa

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The Hell Tour - 1. One Way Ticket

Kristi caught her reflection in the mirror as she took slow, deep breaths. She looked down at her hands, her fingernails were bitten into nubs and her Fairy Plum purple nail polish was chipped on all of them. Her hands were still shaking, but not as bad as five minutes ago.

"God, you're such a wimp." she chastised herself. "You can do this."

She closed her eyes, this time giving herself a mini peptalk in her head before she opened them and stared hard at her reflection. She nodded at herself and turned around to face her bed.

Her bed wasn't made and there was an array of clothes laying on top, but even from across the room, Kristi's hazel-green eyes could see the manilla envelope sticking out like a sore thumb between her pillows and a stuffed Jack Skellington. She strode across her room in three easy steps and grabbed the envelope. She opened it for the millionth time and looked inside.

Yup, that airplane ticket was real. And yup, it had her name on it. She shut her eyes quickly and threw the envelope back on her bed. How was this even possible? Who put her up to this? Who sent her photography to this guy? Who told him about her? The only person she could think of with these sort of connections was her dad, but she didn't think his connections were THAT good. She bit her lip and ran her teeth across it gently as she pulled her phone from her pocket.

She had to toughen up and just do it now. He had to know. There was no way she was going to do this without his knowledge first. She didn't know why she felt that she needed his approval anyway, but they were never... well, in nice terms, sociable.

Since they were children, he always made her feel like an outsider even in their family. He had rejected in every way and this was something that she desperately wanted and needed to do. She needed the income. She needed the experience. She wanted this life.

Her thumb hung over her phone's touchscreen, waiting. Her brain kept stopping her. With another deep breath and with shut eyes, she pressed his name and put the phone to her ear.

She held her breath, cheeks puffed out, as the phone rang. It rang once, twice, three times. She didn't know if he had her number. Her dad always, for emergency reasons, gave her his number every time he changed it. She didn't know why Dad bothered with it, but in this instance she was kind of glad she had it.

"Hello?" his tenor voice finally answered the phone. Kristi swallowed hard, her voice stuck in her throat. There was a lot of background noise: loud music, beers clinking, rowdy voices. She assumed he was at a bar or just hanging with his friends. "Hello?" His voice came through again and Kristi snapped out her thoughts.

She had to say something quick and something he would recognize instantly. She was sure at this point that he didn't know who was calling.

"Hey, Bostwick." She found herself saying. Her hand flew to her mouth wanting to stop her words but it was too late.

There was a loud crash on his end.

"Kristi?" He replied, this time in a hushed tone. The phone suddenly sounded muffled and she heard him say that he was stepping outside. WIthin seconds, the connection was clear again and there was no more noise. It was silent on the line for a moment before he spoke again. "Kris, is this you?" he asked.

Kristi sighed into the phone. "Yeah... It's me."

"I- uh- what- Shit..." He cursed. "What do you want?" His surprised voice changed to harsh and mean. This was the tone she had become accustomed to. This was the Kellin she knew.

"I'm sorry, Kellin." She apologized quickly unknowingly. "Umm... Dad gave me your number and uhh..." she struggled to find the words. She began to pace the length of her room.

"Spit it out." he growled into the phone. Kristi winced at his voice. It'd been far too long since she'd talked to him. She had almost forgotten what he sounded like. The way he talked to her was very unlike the way he sang and talked to his fans.

"I got this new job and I was calling to tell you about it because--"

"What do I care if you have a new job or not?" He interrupted her. "I have better things to do than hear about this, so if you don't mind…"

"I GOT A JOB AS A PHOTOGRAPHER ON THE WORLD TOUR!" She quickly blurted out, cutting him short. There was another silent pause and Kristi could only imagine smoke coming out of his ears or him clenching his fists and gritting his teeth like she knew he did when he got angry.

"What?!" he exclaimed. "How is that-- What the fuck–! Explain."

"I-I don't know. Someone sent in my photographs to the tour managers and next thing I know is I'm getting this phone call about offering my services and I'd be getting paid. I thought it was a hoax, but then I went to a couple of meetings for the tour and met the other photographers. Today I got a plane ticket in the mail and an information packet. I didn't know what the World Tour was until I looked it up and well... yeah. I'm sorry, Kellin. I can decline though. I have two days to give them my final answer."

Kellin didn't respond. Kristi took this opportunity to keep talking.

"Look, this job will help me out a lot. I promise I'd stay out of your hair. I won't even mention what we are to each other. I don't even have to ride a tour bus. I can take my own car. All I'll be there to do is snap some pics of each band at each date and then it's over. But if you really don't want me there--"

"Do whatever the fuck you want." Kellin mumbled into the phone and then there was pure silence.

He had hung up on her.

She pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it blankly for a few moments. What just happened? She scratched her head and debated calling him back, but didn't. His final words kept ringing in her ears.

Her eyes wandered to where she tossed the envelope on her bed. Her mind was made up. She tossed her phone next to the envelope and headed to her closet.

"See you on fuckin' tour, brother." she huffed as she pulled her luggage out the closet.

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2011 (Single) > The entirety of CALM

with the exception of Wildflower by still.

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nothing lasts forever

nothing stays the same