#Eddie Munson x fem!reader angst

[oneforthemunny]

surprise, surprise |eddie munson x reader|

prompt: eddie forgets your birthday. or maybe he doesn't.

my birthday is in a few days and i wanted to write a little birthday ficlet blurb :) no aus, just eddie.

contains: angst/fluff. birthday doom. kinda asshole eddie?? kinda asshole friends?? really fluffy sweet ending. language.

“So,” Heather leaned over, chin propped in her hands dramatically slumped over the counter. “What’re you doing this weekend?” 

“Nothing,” You hummed, fingers flicking through the crinkled bills. “Why? You know something fun going on?” 

“It’s your birthday.” Heather gawked playfully. “You’re not doing anything for your birthday?” 

You rolled your eyes lightly, pushing the cash drawer closed. “No.” You shook your head, voice tight. 

“Eddie isn’t taking you out?” Heather’s brows furrowed. “Or you’re not going home? Going out? Are you getting a cake?” 

Your heart sank, a familiar burn rising in your chest. You didn’t speak about your birthday much, not much of an occasion for celebration to you, more of one that was dreadful. Another year closer to death, you’d grumble cynically. Still, when Eddie hadn’t even acknowledged it, when your friends had all blown you off for other plans, a new kind of ache formed in your chest. The sting of being forgotten, of being unimportant and discarded- on your birthday. 

It left a bitter taste on your tongue, sardonic and painful when you spoke about your impending birthdate. “No,” You shook your head, chin ducked to your chest. You had never wanted a customer to come in so badly, save you from this painful conversation with your co-worker. “They’re all busy.” 

“Oh.” Heather quipped, face falling at your tone. 

“I mean, it’s my fault.” You added quickly- defensively. Why you were so defensive over the people who had discarded you so easily, you weren’t sure. “I should have planned something earlier, but… I dunno, I got busy and life got super hectic and it just slipped past me-” 

“-No,” Heather shook her head, curls unmoving with the abundance of Aquanet she used, still. “That’s really shitty of them, all of them. It’s your birthday.” 

You stayed silent, wiping the counter half heartedly, swallowing back the familiar burn in your throat that choked you. “I mean, if it was my girlfriend or my friend, I would be buggin’ about their birthday.” Heather shrugged. 

“Yeah, me too.” You muttered. Bouts of memories pouring back into your mind. How you’d planned a party for Eddie, baked him some stupid cake from scratch that was in the Lord of the Rings. You’d gone to countless second hand stores trying to find the ancient recipe, and it took you a day to perfect. Now, he couldn’t even be bothered to take you out? Get you a cheap store bought cake? 

“I’m sorry.” Heather muttered, a solemn, nearly guilty pout on her lips. “Well, you’re off tomorrow, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I get off at three. What if we go out? We can go to the bar- oh, there’s this new band playing in Franklin. Tommy could drive us.” Heather, ever the bubbly optimist, grinned, eyes shining with pride. It was endearing, made your heart squeeze with an ache you weren’t quite sure how to describe. 

“I’ll even get you a cupcake. A good one, from Nadia’s.” Heather added. 

“You don’t have to do that.” You shook your head lightly. You and Heather were work friends, hung out on the rare occasion after work to bitch about work, about the other coworkers, the pain-in-the-ass customers of the day over glasses of Pinot. Selfishly, it felt nice to have someone excited for your birthday. 

You hated that you wished it was Eddie, your own friends. 

“What’s your flavor, hm? Chocolate?” Heather pressed, brushing you off cheerily. 

“Don’t get me a cupcake. I’ll throw it up if we’re drinking. All the icing and liquor.” You snarled your nose playfully. 

“Fine. I’m buying you a drink then.” Heather nodded. She paused, nails drumming on the counter too. “And, I mean, if you want Eddie to come too, of course he’s invited.” Her eyes cut to yours carefully. “I didn’t know if you wanted him to come.” 

“I mean, I don’t know if he’d even be able to.” Your lips pursed, a cutting edge of annoyance in your tone. “He’s so busy.” 

Heather cringed, shooting you an apologetic look. “Yeah, that… I’m sorry, that sucks.” She mumbled. 

A stiff silence fell between the two of you over the whirr of the air conditioning blowing through the vents. “Since it’s so dead, why don’t you go early?” Heather suggested. “I can cover closing.” 

“Heather, Mel will be pissed-” 

“-Mel will be pissed if she has to pay both of us for standing around.” Heather gave you a pointed look. “And you came in before me. I got it.” 

“Are you sure?” You hesitated. “I don’t care to stay in case there’s a rush-” 

“-At seven?” Heather scoffed slightly. “Go. I’ve got it.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah. I’ll call you when I’m on my way, ‘kay?” Heather chirped. 

“See you then.” You waved, cringing at the sing-songy Happy birthday! Heather shouted at you. 

You pulled open your cubby, gathering your purse, your umbrella. You wrote your time on the clipboard, the phone taunting you on the hook next to it. Any other day, you’d call Eddie- call home or the shop, wherever he was, just to let him know you’d be home early. He’d always reply with a silly comment that had your cheeks rushing with heat, warmth swelling in your chest. 

Tonight, you decided against it. He was too busy, anyway. Too busy at the shop, with his friends, at band practice. You tried not to dwell on it, let your mind spiral and spin down a damning dark hole of what ifs. It consumed you anyways, on your drive home, the radio playing on a static filled station that you didn’t bother to change. Background noise drowned out by your own hammering heart. 

Eddie’s van was parked in the gravel of his driveway, leaving just enough space for you to slide in under the covering attached to the trailer. He always let you have that spot, closer to the door, protected from the elements- so considerate. 

It was hard to fathom that it was the same boy who had forgotten your birthday, brushed it off like it was just another day. 

Your throat tightened around the ever growing lump, hands tight from the white knuckled grip you had on the wheel when you turned the keys out of the ignition. The stairs squeaked under your weight, the screen door hissing with the familiar soft screech when you pulled it open. 

“No- Henderson, what the fuck is the matter with you?” Eddie huffed, his voice trailing in from the living room. 

You paused, hand catching the door as it fell, quieting it as it latched. The air was thick, warm with a sticky, sweet smell. Music playing in a low hum from Eddie’s beloved boom box he kept in the living room. 

“You said to hang it!” Dustin’s shrill tone cut through the air. 

“Yeah, hang it high- Jesus Christ, I shoulda just waited until Robin got off.” Eddie was hidden by the wall, but you could practically see him pinching his nose, hand running over his curly bangs. “Can you- Can you go see if we can ice the cake yet?” 

“Yeah, what do I do?” Dustin questioned, a silence falling between the two of them. Your lips curled, swallowing a giggle. “What? I’m not a master chef or something. You act like I should know this. There wasn’t a cake making class-” 

“-There was, you moron. Home Ec, which clearly, you failed.” Eddie huffed in annoyance. You froze at his heavy footsteps, voice carrying closer and closer.“Whatever, can you- just make it look nice in here? Put the rest of the streamers up and- shit!” Eddie flinched, jumping at the sight of you in the doorway. Wide eyed and still, like you’d been caught. 

“Baby,” Eddie’s breath startled. “Hey, uh, what are you- you said you didn’t get- you’re home already?” His voice lifted, carried high in a squeak of surprise. 

“Yeah, I got off early. I thought you were working late.” Your brows furrowed at the tear of plastic, leaning to look around the corner. “What are you doing-” 

“-Don’t look in there.” Eddie snapped, his hand falling on the doorframe, arm blocking your vision. You jumped, glaring at him with annoyance. “I thought you closed tonight?” 

“I thought you closed tonight.” You huffed, arms crossing over your chest. “Clearly that’s not true. What is this? Another campaign night?” You rolled your eyes, body burning with irritation, jaw wound tight with it. 

“What? N-No, I-I thought you wouldn’t be home until later, and I’d have more time-” Eddie rambled, side stepping to block your view behind him. 

“-Ed, I don’t care if that’s what it is.” Your shoulders deflated, a wave of painful exhaustion, disappointment falling over you. “I just wish you would’ve let me know before you invite all these people over to play your game, so I could-” A shimmering glimmer of multicolored sequins caught your eyes, shining in the yellowed light of the kitchen, iridescent hued droplets cast over the cabinets. There, draped over the chair in bright, glittering letters, a small sash that read Happy Birthday! in obnoxiously big letters. 

You paused, eyes scanning towards the cake, cooling on the rack next to the mixing bowl of icing, the icing spatula still in it. Paper mache streamers taped to the ceiling, hung in swooping bouts mixed with the shiny streamers and balloons all the way to the living room. Eddie had brought out the folding table from the crawl space, even put a plastic tablecloth from the store over it to hide the yellowing stains that would never fade. 

Dustin’s eyes met yours, wide and darting between you and Eddie, still holding the roll of streamers he’d yet to hang. “Uh, Happy Birthday?” Dustin shrugged. 

Eddie huffed, shaking his head at him. “Fuck, I-I’m sorry, it was supposed to be a surprise.” Eddie’s foot bounced with anxious adrenaline. “I thought you didn’t get off until eight, and-and I had it all planned, sweetheart, I really did. Steve’s getting the pizza, and everyone’s coming over at seven thirty-ish, and I- I was even going to have them park at Wayne’s in the back so you wouldn’t see.” 

Your chest felt deflated, void of any air, words, anything. Eddie chewed on his lip, hands twitching next to his jeans. “It was going to be this whole thing, fuck!” He huffed. “It was going to be a whole big thing, and…” 

Eddie’s heart leapt when your eyes finally met his. His fingers still drummed against the rough material of his jeans, veins filled with icy excitement, fear, anticipation? He wasn’t sure. 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered, stepping to hover over you, voice dropping to a soft coo, hands sliding over your cheeks. “I’m- I wanted it to be a surprise.” 

You swallowed thickly. Eddie’s touch was soft, but it left you with a tingling burn when his thumb delicately traced your cheek bone. “You- This is for me?” You squeaked. 

Eddie’s lips curled in a half smile, brows creasing. “Well, yeah.” He said playfully. “Who else would it be for?” 

Your brain was deafeningly silent, stunned at every new detail you’d discover. “You said you were busy.” Was all you could muster out, blinking up at Eddie. “You said you had to work late.” 

“I might have fibbed a little.” Eddie tilted his head sillily. “Told a little lie so I could get this set up.” He nodded towards the living room, a balloon floating near the doorway. 

“I just really wanted to surprise you.” Eddie’s shoulders fell. “I was trying to outdo you. Tryna out do what you did for mine. I called all your friends- even Alexandra,” You rolled your eyes at the mention, she was Eddie’s least favorite friend of yours. 

“And I… I just wanted to surprise you.” Eddie blinked down at you. “Just wanted your day to be special.” 

Your day, the phrase wrapped around you, swirled through your veins like a warm hug, squeezing your heart. 

“I’m sorry, it… I didn’t think about work.” Eddie shook his head, running a hand over his forehead. “I didn’t even think about it, and I-” 

“-Eddie,” Your voice caught in your throat. 

Eddie tensed, cringing with expectant dread. He’d ruined it, blew it, the tears were coming and they were deserved. You’d done so well on his, surprised the hell out of him with the cake, decorated for his birthday campaign with lanterns and candles you’d thrifted. Gone all out for him, and he couldn’t even pull off a simple surprise party. 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered, head pressing to yours. His eyes cut around the room, making sure a certain Henderson pest was lurking. 

“Sorry?” You repeated. “Eddie, I-I am surprised.” You choked out, looking around the room with gleaming eyes. 

Eddie paused. “You are?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, I thought you’d forgotten.” You admitted. “I thought everyone had forgotten.”  

Eddie’s brows pinched in a confused scowl. “You thought I’d forget?” He muttered. 

A watery laugh fell from your lips before you could stop it. “Yeah.” You admitted. “You were really convincing.” 

Eddie’s chest boasted playfully. “Oscar worthy?” 

“You’d sweep the competition.” You jested back, arms sliding over his forearms. His hands found home on the small of your waist, pulling you into him. 

“I didn’t forget your birthday.” Eddie said softly. “Just… for the record.” 

“I can see that.” You giggled. “Thank you. It’s-It’s really sweet.” 

“Yeah? I’m glad you like it.” Eddie’s hands rubbed down your spine. “It would look better but… Robin and Nancy didn’t get off until later, and it’s just me and Henderson.” 

“It looks great. Perfect.” Your cheek pressed to the soft cotton of his t-shirt. His nice shirt, Eddie always called it. Broke it out for special occasions. 

“Not perfect. Fucked up the main part.” Eddie grumbled. “I can call everyone, let them know that they can park out front since there’s no surprise anymore.” 

“No, don’t do that.” You shook your head lightly, chin propping against his chest to look up at him. “I’ll leave and come back, and you can still do it. I can pretend to be surprised.” 

Eddie’s lips curled, pulling back to look down at you. “You’re gonna pretend?” He tilted his head. 

“My turn to act.” You teased, brow lifting gently. “Give you some competition.” You poked his tummy playfully. 

Eddie grinned, pulling you back into him, lips sliding over yours in a soft kiss you savored. Melting into each other, fusing into a gooey puddle- it was corny, a cliche. One you’d roll your eyes at if it was anyone else. 

“Happy birthday.” Eddie muttered, lips brushing and tickling your own. 

“Thank you.” You whispered back, hands finding the base of his neck, pushing him back into you. Eddie’s hand fell against the wooden door frame, steadying himself in a rapidly heating makeout. 

“Uh,” Dustin’s voice interrupted the two of you, just as Eddie’s hands were sliding under your work blouse. “Yeah, I-I finished with the streamers.” 

Eddie glared at him, jaw ticking in annoyance when you pulled away. “I’m just going to grab my makeup bag, and I’ll go.” You whispered, cheeks flooding with heat. 

Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes at Dustin when you left. “What? What did I do?” Dustin threw his hands out. 

“Such a fuckin’ cock block, Henderson.” Eddie muttered, stomping into the kitchen. “Put the plates and shit out, will ya?” 

Your performance was Oscar worthy, Eddie decided later, when you stepped through the door of the now darkened trailer, gasping when the lights flickered on and everyone jumped out. You looked positively radiant, glowing with excitement at the small crowd of friends crammed into the doorway. Eddie kissed you, sloppier than he should have, especially in front of everyone, but he didn’t care. Overwhelmed with affection for you. 

He couldn’t tell if you were still pretending when he brought out the cake, the room singing in a harmonious tone to you, candles lit and glowing in the dim light. Eddie didn’t miss the way your eyes sparkled, fingers pressed to your lips at the now iced cake. When your fingers curled under his chin, sharing a fork-full of cake with him, kissing him after so quickly it left his head spinning. 

His birthday girl, it was your day. Eddie never thought he’d love a random day as much as he did. He had no idea how important that day would become when he’d first met you, how it would engrave itself in his mind forever. 

He was glad it did. Looking at you, giggling with your friends on the couch, then again, the next night, singing with Heather at the crowded bar- Eddie’s chest heart swelled. Proud that he’d surprised you, hopeful that he’d get to for the rest of his life. 

Next year, he’d do it right. Really pull off the party you deserved. He’d start saving now, planning too. He decided it that night, tucked between the sheets, your head still on his sweat soaked chest. He could still taste you on his tongue, lips numb from the time he’d spent between your legs. Lashes fluttering in sleep, curled into him, Eddie pulled you closer. He’d get it right next year, you deserved it. 

[harrywavycurly]

Summary: Eddie Munson has two problems, he is lonely and is tired of spending money on just himself. Lucky for Eddie his good friend Steve Harrington knows just the person to help solve these little problems, and of course that person would be you. You’re newly single after ending things with your loser ex boyfriend and Steve just wants you to experience the finer things in life for a change as well as seeing what it’s like to be treated with kindness and respect. You don’t really know Eddie and Eddie doesn’t really know you but one thing is for certain, he will make sure you get exactly what you deserve♥️

Pairing: Sugar Daddy Eddie Munson x fem!reader

CW: Mentions of a toxic past relationship, language and the briefest mentions of violence (Eddie has a temper)

Status: Ongoing

Tag List: Open

A/N: I wanted this series to be a little different and it will still be fluffy but will also include dealing with past relationship trauma✨

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*you’ll find everything in the correct order below*

Part 1: Think About It

Part 2: Dave

Part 3: Start Small

Part 4: Overwhelmed

Part 5: Details

Part 6: Not Real

Part 7.1: Not Okay

Part 7.2: Up Late

Part 8: You Have Five

Part 9: Teacher

[localemofreak]

Bad Idea!

(Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Based on the song:

Bad Idea! - Girl In Red

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Story: you are remembering the "special" night you had with Eddie last night when you were both drunk and now you are wondering if you regretted it.

‼️Warnings‼️: reader is popular, mentions of smut, little bit of angst, drinking, good ending, etc. (if I forgot anything please tell me)

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The sun was shining through a small window and you woke up to the sounds of birds chirping.

As you glanced around you noticed you were in somebody's bed- it definitely wasn't your bed.

As you let out a small tired groan, you could feel how your head was pounding- and you didn't even know what happened last night.

You brought your hand up to your head and tried to shuffle in the bed when you realized there was somebody next to you.

It was Eddie Munson.

You just seemed to be frozen in shock as you looked down at him- he was still sound asleep as he had his arm swung over your waist.

You were just looking at his naked feature as the blanket covered him from the waist down.

As you laid there frozen you looked at all the tattoos he had and couldn't help but admire them a little bit before shaking your head and slowly sitting up.

You were confused on why you were here- then it all just clicked.

"Oh shit-" You whispered to yourself, your eyes wide as you continued to look down at him as he snored softly- it being slightly muffled thanks to the fact his face was basically shoved into the pillow under his head.

"Nobody can find out about this, it will ruin everything. " You told yourself in your head.

You had to get out of there- there was no way you could wait for him to get up and try to act like everything was normal in front of him.

You just slowly managed to move his hand off your waist and carefully climbed out of bed.

As soon as you got out of the bed, you quickly grabbed all your scattered clothes and put them on as quietly as you could.

You didn't even have time to put on your shoes, you just grabbed them and started slowly walking towards the door.

While trying to stay as quiet as you could, you heard shuffling on the bed and heard a muffled groan- your eyes just widened, knowing Eddie was waking up.

You didn't waste another second of being there quickly ran out the room and out of the trailer hoping not to be seen.

"I just slept with Eddie Fucking Munson- oh my god." You whispered to yourself, just in complete shock while swiftly making your way home.

As soon as you got to your driveway, you quickly ran inside and up the stairs to your bedroom- thank god your parents left for work.

You went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at yourself- Jesus Christ you were a mess.

Your hair was all messy and your makeup was smeared, you just let out a sigh as you looked at yourself and all the marks on your neck.

"I need to jump in the shower. You mumbled quietly to yourself.

You started the shower and took off all your clothes, quickly jumping in and instantly starting to wash yourself off.

While you were in the shower you were thinking about last night- It all came to you.

Eddie and you had gotten to know each other recently thanks to his friends finally making him grow the balls to talk to you- and he decided to invite you over since he secretly had a massive crush on you, and he's had one since middle school.

You accepted the invite obviously because it was a Saturday night and Eddie was a nice guy if you got to know him.

Let's just say you and him had a few drinks and some things led to another- then boom, you woke up in his bed, naked, right next to him.

As you stood under the hot water, you were thinking about everything.

As you truly thought, Eddie was not truly bad...

What if you enjoyed it?.. Wait? No! You couldn't! He was the school's freak and you were one of the most popular kids in school.

"I should have just never went over there." You muttered to yourself washing your hair.

While washing off your body you closed your eyes, imagining Eddie's figure over top of you.

How his tattoos glistened with his sweat, how his hair fell perfect in front of his face as he thrusted into you- and his smile.

Oh his smile! It could light up a room, it was just so contagious that even thinking about it, it caused you to smile softly.

As soon as the thoughts came, they quickly went away while you shook your head.

"Y/n get your head out of your ass- it was a complete mistake." you thought to yourself- all though you wouldn't mind it being a regular thing..

As you fought yourself in your own mind, you leaned against the shower wall and sighed, just quietly freaking out because how are the school freak and one of the most popular kids in school supposed to like each other?!

Guess you will just have to wait until lunch tomorrow at school.

-time skip-

You were in the lunch room sitting at the table with the jocks and cheerleaders talking to Jason.

You felt eyes piercing on you so you looked up and saw Eddie burning a hole through you with his eyes.

You had been trying to ignore him all day, but now it was impossible.

"Follow me." He mouthed to you as he got up and walked out the lunchroom.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly and glanced around at your table, seeing how nobody seemed to give a shit or even notice you as they were all too busy talking about basketball.

"Umm I will be right back." You told Jason as they all just seemed to shrug you off.

You instantly got up and quickly followed Eddie into the empty hall, confused as you glanced around the empty hallway.

Once you got to the end of the hall, Eddie yanked you into the janitors closet and closed it.

"What the- what the hell Eddie?!" You told him as he quickly moved his hand over your mouth to shush you, also quickly turning on the light.

Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him, sounds muffled to a hum thanks to his large hand over your mouth.

That's when you realized how close you two were, and how tiny the closet was that he pulled you in.

"Want to talk about what happened between us?- I can't keep pretending like nothing happened." he said, a soft look in his eyes as he looked down at you.

As Eddie slowly moved his hand off your mouth, you sighed and looked down at your feet after a moment of looking into his brown eyes.

"Not really.. I kind of want to forget about what happened-" you said, playing around with your fingers awkwardly as you kept your gaze down.

You could hear him sigh and slowly glanced up as he backed away a little bit so you two weren't super close.

"I can't though y/n- it made me realize something.. something about us." He said looking at you while crossing his arms on his chest.

"I think it was just a bad idea-" You told him but cut yourself off, letting out a small breath as you looked up at him nervously.

"-I love you y/n." he said quietly looking at you, just blurting it out.

You looked up at him, into his eyes before sighing as you moved your gaze back down at your feet.

"I do too, but Eddie- we can't be together, you know that." you said quietly while bringing your gaze slowly back up to look at him.

You could just see the sadness in his eyes as he looked down, nervously playing around with the rings on his fingers as he stood there silent for a moment.

"-why?…" he whispered and you could just tell their was tears pooling in his eyes by the slight quiver in his voice.

You slowly walked over to him and put your hands on his cheeks to make him look up at you, his sad gaze meeting yours.

"I don't want people to hurt you.. just because of me." You whispered, not even realizing your eyes were watering.

Eddie just put his hands over yours and looked into your eyes, gently running his thumb up and down your hand.

"It doesn't matter what they think y/n.. if we want to be together then we can be together- to hell with them if they say otherwise." He said with a small sniffle, deciding to crack a little smirk to try and make the mood better which made you let out a little giggle.

"So?." Eddie hummed while looking into your eyes, a hopeful glint in his brown doe eyes.

You gave a little grin before leaning in to give him a soft but passionate kiss.

Both your eyes slowly shut as his hand moved to gently rest on the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss more as he leaned in slightly.

After a moment you decided to both slowly pull away and look down into each other's eyes, your hand resting on his face and his hand resting on the back of your neck.

"I love you Eddie." You muttered with a smile which made him crack a smile.

After a moment of just kissing in the janitor's closet, you both decided to head back to lunch so nobody would go searching for you or him.

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled you out the closet, glancing around to make sure nobody could see you both leaving the closet and start assuming things- which you couldn't help but giggle at as he looked back at you with a cheeky grin.

As soon as he saw that the coast was clear- Eddie brought you back into the lunchroom, then brought you over to the Hellfire table.

You could feel the dirty looks you got from Jason and his friends but you didn't care- as long as you had Eddie you were totally fine.

[strangemagicc]

COMING OCTOBER

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader, Eddie is twenty-one at the time of his death and Reader is eighteen. In ‘91, Reader is twenty-three.

trope: best friends to lovers, forced proximity kinda

summary: In the Spring of ‘86 your best friend Eddie Munson was murdered. As years passed you struggled to deal with his absence, the Eddie-sized hole that was left behind in the wake of his death. In the Fall of ‘91, after a record-setting storm ravages the small town, he appears on the steps of your house a little less than dead in the midst of the destruction and you have to teach him how to be human again.

author’s note: before any thoughts go there - there is NO necrophilia or zombie fucking occurring in this fic. He’s ALIVE! ⚡️⚡️ (insert mad scientist cackle here)

thought I’d clear that up from the beginning 🖤

warnings: main character death, bullying, mourning / grief, angst, eventual smut

request to be added to tag list 🖤

[sweet-villain]

I Had To Fall To Lose~E.M

Words: 7.8K

Warning : Angst, mention of cheating

Anonymous asked:

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Your hands shook as you closed your eyes taking a deep breathe trying to erase the image in your mind of what you just walked into. Your fresh tears streamed like waterfalls down your cheeks onto the chipped table in Benny’s. The chatter of customers walking in and out didn’t pay no mind to you. You don’t care who saw you like this. You wanted to be alone. You wanted to scream across the ocean, across the universe and shout about all the pain you were feeling. You felt so stupid for trusting him. For loving him. For letting him into your life. 

“ Here you go, kiddo” a milkshake was place in front of you. Your teary eyes looked up looking to see Benny standing there with a thin smile on his lips as he looked anywhere but at you. It broke his heart to see you like this. You were on of his favorite customers that has been walking in twice a week, greeting him with a smile and never causing any trouble. 

“I-“ you were about to tell him that you couldn’t pay for it sine you didn’t bing any cash with you or your wallet. You didn’t even have the moments to stands up to get the wallet in your car. Benny shook his head as he understood what you meant without any other words needed to be said. 

“ I got it” he says. “ Looks like you needed” Benny wasn’t really good with feelings, but he understood the hurt when he saw it. It was written all over your face. 

“ Thank you” your shaky hands reached out and taking the cold milkshake into your hands bringing your lips to the straw, taking a drink. The cold milkshake makes your dry throat feel a little bit better but you can’t seem to like the drink as you feel the pain in your heart ache. Your hand drops down to your stomach as you remember the real reason you wanted to talk to him. The person you thought was the love of your life. 

It was all a lie. 

You were only starting your senior year when you walked into your English class making your way to the back of the classroom setting your books down and taking a seat is when you met him. He’s been to busy doodling in his notebook to take notice that you had sat down in the seat next to him.

The sweet scent hit him when he was coloring in one of his drawings and he turned his head to look around the room to spot what that smell is. His brown doe eyes dropped onto the seat next to him, on you that was taking out a pencil from your pencil case you had. His eyes fall over your chosen outfit and his eyes light up like a Christmas Tree. 

A smile grows on his face as he leans back in his chair.

“ Eddie” he offers his hand to you. Your suddenly surprised he’s talking to you, and looked around the room to make sure he’s been talking to you. You know you were only being silly but you had make sure you weren’t seeing things. 

“ Y/N” you mumbled your name and shook his head. The person in front of you turned around, scrunching their nose at the sight of Eddie and turned to look at you. 

“ You don’t need to make friends with the freak” he spatted. Eddie jaw clenched as he snapped at him, “ Turn around Carver, you might learn a thing or two.” 

“ What did you say to me?” Jason Carver stood up, towering over Eddie’s desk when your voice spoke up bringing both their attention to you 

“ Leave him alone, blondie” Jason turned to glance at you as he scoffed eyeing you up and down. “ And what are you going to do about it?” He snickered. You stood up from your chair to face him. The whole class was watching as this plays out with the teacher still not walking  in class. 

“ This” your foot rose up and stomped hard on his foot. Jason winced as he gripped while you quickly sat back into your seat just as the teacher walked in. Eddie was laughing when Jason fell over his desk too gripping his leg in pain.

“ Mr. Carver, class hasn’t even begun and you’ve already caused trouble” the teacher said with her hands on her hips. Jason was muttering underneath his breath gripping his leg in pain as he pointed a finger at you. 

“ I don’t know what your pointing at but get back in your seat Mr. Carver before you get detention” Jason slide into his seat muttering how you caused his pain and that you should be the one in trouble. 

He turned around to glare at you with his eyes in slits as he gritted his teeth. 

“ This isn’t over, nerd” he says and turns back around. Eddie has been smirking in his seat as he turns to lean over to you. 

“ That was really awesome, you didn’t have to do that sweetheart” the pet name causes your cheeks to redden as you shrug. 

Eddie knew then he liked you. 

Just like Jason had said that it wasn’t over. At lunch he saw you get in line to get your lunch while he snickered with Andy and Patrick pointing at you as he talked to them. They were planning something and Eddie saw them looking at you. He quickly stood up from his seat to watch in cast they tried something.

As you were looking around to sit at the table not taking notice as Jason stuck his foot out an you tripped sending your tray flying. The whole cafeteria erupted into laughter. You had your hands out in front so that you don’t plant on your face. 

“ Sorry didn’t see you there” he snickered. You glared at him when you turned over. 

“ Oh do you need help?” Andy asked you. “ You look really sad, let me help you” he says taking the milk off his own tray and pouring it over your head. Your mouth dropped in shock feeling it run down your hair and some on your face. You felt embarrassed when you heard a loud yell and Andy was tackled by a mane of curls and a Dio vest that you were familiar with. 

Eddie had came to the rescue. Jason and Patrick were about to take him off of Andy when they were tackled by two other guys that you had no idea who they were. A pair of hands were helping you up. Two boys. One had a hat on with curly hair while the other had black hair. 

“ Come on” one said taking your wrist and running out with you in the hall followed by the other as the two rounded the corner. You thought you were in the clear with them trying to catch your breathe with your hands on your knees, hunched over but you spoke too soon as you heard pairs of feet running. 

A hand reached out to grab your wrist and you were running again. This time a mane of curls were in front of you, running with you to the football field and behind the bleachers where he fell down on the ground with the others. You stood to the side catching your breath and leaning against one of the poles. 

Laughter filled your eyes. They were laughing. 

Eddie sat up once he caught his breathe and catching your eyes. 

“ Are you okay?” He asks once he got his breathing back, the laughter had stopped as you noticed all eyes were on you. Your cheeks redden from the attention of them. 

“ Y/N these are my sheeps” he points to his friends, introducing each one and they wave to you. “ Guys, this is Y/N” he says to them, introducing you. 

That was the firs time you met the Hellfire Club guys and they became your friends too. 

There has been many encounters where the boys have defended you against Jason Carver and his basket ball goons and the other way around. You were always there and even though you weren’t part of the Hellfire Club, you were always welcomed with a spot next to Eddie at the table. 

Eddie grumbled underneath his breathe, one of his hands were in his hair as he gripped while erasing the problem he’s been working on. He couldn’t understand any of it. He listened in class and wrote down notes but they weren’t really understood. He had messy writing and he always got distracted by working on his drawings that he was going to use in his next campaign. 

“ What’s the matter?” You asked, leaning over to look at what he has written down. He has been erasing and rewriting too many times that you notice the spot where he was suppose to write his answer is grey. Blood rushed to his ears when he noticed how close you were. He could smell your sweet scent and bite the inside of his cheek holding himself back from grabbing you and planting one on you.

He was having a hard battle inside his mind preventing from screaming out that he was into you. He was afraid that you’d laugh in his face and tell him he was one big joke. 

You looked over the problem, humming to yourself as you worked it out in your head. Eddie watched you as he turned his head in wondering hearing you hum. He was used to hearing it and it was always when you figured it out or you were working things in your head. He found it adorable and funny at the same time. 

His nose scrunched up when you took your time and kept him waiting. He rather you show him how it’s done that he could have you close to him rather than listen to the teacher explain it to him again. 

“ You thinking too hard up there, sweetheart” he tapped the end of his pencil against the side of your head. Your cheeks flushed as he tapped it and playfully pushed at his shoulder. 

“ Shut it, Eds. I’m trying to help” He nodded, dropping his pencil and leaning his head on his head as he watched you. You took out some scrap paper, a piece from his notebook that he has yet to notice. You began to work on the problem with the tip of your tongue peeking out as you focused. 

Eddie did the same thing when he was focusing on something. He hasn’t even noticed that you were snapping your fingers in front of his face. His eyes blinked up a couple of time too busy staring at how beautiful you were to notice you were done. 

“ Eddie? Earth to Eddie Munson?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face again tying to get his attention. When his eyes fallen on the paper and he took notice of the small drawings on the edge of the paper you used, he wasn’t upset but he was happy that you used his paper. 

“ Huh?” He asked, “ Oh.” His cheeks flushed as he looked over your work, his eyebrow knitting together as his eyes scanned your work. His eyes brightens when he understood. 

“ I see where it went wrong” he nods as he works on the problem on his own, but not before he reached over and placed a kiss on your cheek. Your cheeks flushed feeling his lips on your skin. You had to pause a moment as you took a deep breath forgetting for a moment you were in your room with him, alone while working on homework. 

Homework was something Eddie Munson didn’t like to do. But with you, he was trying. He wanted to graduate and make you proud of him. He wanted Wayne to be proud of him. Eddie didn’t take notice how you smiled over him looking at him like he’s given you the moon with one kiss on the cheek. 

That was the first time he kissed you. On the cheek. 

“ What is this place?” You asked looking up reading the sing that said “ Family Video” as you never been here before. Eddie hopped out of the van as he drove the two of you to stop by to rent movies for tomorrow night, thinking you should pick out what you wanted to watch and meet Steve. 

“ You’ve met Robin in school, she works here” he says not bothering to mention Steve works here too. He wasn’t going to say how he thinks that Steve has the better hair than he does. He kept it to himself as he opened the door for you. 

“ M’lady” he asked, bowing down. You let out a giggle and stepped inside. 

“ Welcome to Family-“ Robin cut herself off as a bright smile appears on her face at the sight of you. “ Y/N! Munson!” She shouts. Steve ends the phone call and hangs up the phone as he turns his head seeing you. 

He runs a hand through his hair making sure he looks good. Eddie frowns watching as Steve stood straighter, fixed his vest and ran a hand through his hair once more. 

“ Well, hello” Steve greets you. You pass to look at Eddie who is staring angrily at Steve for some reason and Robin rolls her eyes with a sigh. 

“ Dingus, this is Y/N. Y/N this is dingus known as Steve Harrington” you rose your eyebrow at the nickname Robin had chosen for Steve. 

“ Don’t listen to her, it’s nice to meet you” Steve leans his hands on the counter as he leans a bit more in and smirks. “ How can I help you, today?”He asks. 

Eddie comes up behind you and takes your sleeve and tugs it. 

“ This way “ he says. It doesn’t pass that you took notice of the look on his face. It looked like he was jealous. Steve’s eyebrow frowned together as Robin smack his arm for being an idiot and shoots with her eyes at Eddie.

“ What are you even doing, Robin? Is something in your eye?” He asks. “Do you need to me to take a look?” 

Robin threw her hands up in the air as she can’t deal with Steve today. Instead she focused on spying you and what was going on between you and Eddie. Eddie has been browsing the shelves while you were walking behind him, looking too. 

“ That Steve guy, huh?” You were trying to start a conversation with Eddie but it looks like you hit a spot because his shoulder stiffed as his head moved down to hide his face from you with his hair. 

“ Is he your friend?” You continued to ask, not feeling like you were bothering him with this but it made Eddie feel uncomfortable. “ Kinda” Eddie answered dryly picking up a film from the shelf and turning to you. 

“ Did you find anything?” You picked up a copy of Friday the 13th randomly and Eddie groaned throwing his head back. “ Seriously? You couldn’t pick up anything better?” 

“ But this is good” Eddie sighed as he didn’t argue with you and taking the film from your hands making his way to the counter. 

“ Did you two find everything okay?” Robin asks. She eyes between the two of you. 

“ Yeah, it was fine” Eddie answers. 

“ Maybe we can watch a movie one night or I can take you to get a burger?” Steve offers you all of sudden. Eddie’s jaw clenches as he glares at Steve. 

“ Um…” you mumbled not really knowing what to say because Steve isn’t your type but you looked over to Eddie seeing the look on your face and it gave you the answer you were looking for. 

“ Thank you for the offer, Steve. But, I already have a date” Eddie was about to question on what you meant by that when your hand wrapped around his wrist to tug him. Eddie took the bag from Steve hands wit a smirk on his face like he won. 

Steve looks disappointed feeling like he’s off his game. When you two were out of the store, Robin smacks him in the back of his head. 

“ Those two like each other, stop with the lame flirting. You suck, dingus” Steve was rubbing the back of his head while glaring at Robin. 

“ Noted, thanks” he mumbles.

Eddie sits in the driver side as he looks over at you. 

“ A date, huh?” Your cheeks flushed looking out the window feeling embarrassed and caught in the moment kinda of feeling. “ I’m sorry, I just felt like you didn’t like that Steve was talking to me” you turn to glance at him seeing the surprise look on his face that he’s been caught.

“ Um.. how so?” He asked. He cleared his throat as he started the van. 

“ You were clenching your jaw and glaring at him.” 

Eddie mumbles “ sorry” underneath his breath but you hear it and reach over to place a hand on top of his. It sent him a sense of comfort and his cheeks flush red at your touch. He likes it and wants you to keep your hand on top of his. You kept it there for the rest of the ride to the trailer. 

That was the first time you knew that there was something there between you and Eddie. You felt comfortable and safe around him. 

But Eddie wasn’t the only jealous one, you have caught him staring hopelessly over at Chrissy Cunningham as she sat a few rows down writing into her notebook and catching his glances every few times sending him a smile. 

The green monster inside of you knocked and knocked on your door. The grip on your pencil had tightened while you tried to ignore the puppy dog look he’s been giving her. He softly sighed letting you hear it. He scooted his desk a little ahead, the noise casting looks from the other students and Chrissy. The teacher rose his head to tell Eddie to be quite while others were working.

Eddie stuck his tongue out in answer and turned his head to look at Chrissy. 

“ Here” you slammed your paper on top of his desk knowing he wasn’t going to work on his classwork and get anything done. The sudden slamming of your paper on top of his desk caused him to jump at his seat and turn his head to look down where your hand is. 

He rose his head to meet the small pout look on your face and the eyebrows pinched together. Why were you pouting? Did something happened? 

He looked around the classroom to see if he could spot something out of the ordinary that he didn’t catch but he found nothing. He grew concern of the slamming of the paper and why you suddenly were acting as if someone kicked you like a lost puppy.

You leaned back into your seat and twisted your pencil in your hands trying to distract yourself from his eyes on you. You looked briefly at the clock on the wall wishing it would hurry up that you would escape the classroom and escape the feeling you were feeling. Eddie took your paper in his hands and jotting down on his own paper the answer and slipped your paper back on your desk, a small thank you coming from him. 

You didn’t wave him off or anything or gave him a small nod with a smile like you usually do. His eyebrows pinched together when he noticed you weren’t looking at him even. There was nothing. He ripped out a piece of paper from his notebook and wrote down, “ What’s wrong?” 

He tossed it onto your desk hoping you’d open it an answer it. You were about to reach for it and open it when the bell rang saving you from answering the question that Eddie had hope you did. You scrambled to get your things leaving quicker than Eddie thought you would. He didn’t bother to cast a look at Chrissy even, he was more concern with what he did wrong to upset you. 

He hurried to catch up with you while you were quicker on your feet moving in between students to get to your locker to get your backpack. It was the end of the day and you wanted to crawl into bed and hide away from the world. 

“ Y/N!!” He shouted trying to catch up with you. When he did, he stood by your locker as you put in the code and opened it. The open locker shield his face from you when you were getting your things and slipping them into your backpack. You didn’t bother to look at the picture that was taped on the open side of the Hellfire and you, in the front it was you and Eddie looking at each other and doing a silly face. 

You slammed the locker shut and threw your backpack over your shoulders and onto your back as you held onto the straps turning to slip past Eddie. But he side stepped you and blocking you from letting you pass or go anywhere. 

His lips were in a deep frown and his brown doe eyes pleading with answers. 

You sighed, “ Eddie, move.” 

He shook his head, his mane of curls bouncing as he shook his head. 

“ What did I do?” He asked, his voice sounded broken that he hurt you in some type of way. 

“ It’s been a long day and I want to go home, Eddie.” You didn’t make any eye contact with him as you wanted to quickly get away from him as quick as possible. The feeling of jealousy was growing more and more inside and was ready to burst any minute now. 

“ Let me drive you home then, sweetheart” 

“ I’ll walk” 

A sweet voice interrupted the conversation and you weren’t surprised on who it was. 

“ Eddie?” Chrissy Cunningham stood with her books in her arms holding close to her chest as she shyly smiled at Eddie. You rolled your eyes in annoyance. Of course it had to be her. 

Eddie’s eyes turned to glance at her as she begins to ask him a question but you didn’t hear it because you walked around and started to head towards the door when Eddie looked around after answering her question that you were no were in sight. He spotted the back of your head just as you walked out the doors. 

“ Shit” he muttered to himself chasing you down. He caught up to you just as you were headed a little past the first row of cars and gabbed onto your wrist which you snatched it away. 

“ What?” You shouted, turning around to glare at him when his eyes grew wide as saucers and he stepped back. His eyes blinked not very used to you yelling. 

“ Let me drive you home” he tries again, softer tone and his face softens. He looked adorable but right now you didn’t want to be around him. 

“ Y/N!” You heard across the parking lot. Your head turns seeing it was Robin waving her hand at you while he stood next to a car. Inside of the car was Steve Harrington as you could tell from the hair. “ You need a ride?” She shouted. 

“ No she doesn’t!” Eddie shouted answering for you. 

“ Yeah I do!” You answered at the same time. Eddie shook his head. 

“ Let me take you home” he pleads but you walk past him making your way over to Steve. Eddie balled up his fists to the side as his jaw clenched, letting out a sigh seeing you completely ignored him. He watches as you greet Robin with a hug and wave to Steve slipping into the back. 

“ That’s got to hurt” Dustin says as he watches with Mike standing next to him.

“ Shut it, Henderson” Eddie mutters making his way over to his van with a groan added. He wasn’t too happy that you took the ride from Steve. 

It wasn’t until later that he came knocking on your door trying to find out what he did to fix it. Your mom answered the door greeting him with a cheerful tone while you groaned in the kitchen finishing up washing the dishes. 

“ She’s in the kitchen” your mom tells him as she closes the door. 

“ Thank you Mrs Y/L/N” Eddie says making his way into your kitchen seeing you were piling them on the dish rack for them to dry. It wasn’t many and you were just about done. Your back was to him as he stepped in. 

“ You didn’t call me to tell me you got home safe” he says breaking the silence between the two of you. 

“ I didn’t know I needed to inform you” you mumbled, rolling your eyes in a dry tone that pissed him off. 

“ Okay whatever this, whatever I did to make you upset. It ends now. Talk to me” he says and this time he’s right besides you leaning with his hip against the counter trying to look at you from the side. You don’t bother to glance at him when you finish up and dry your hands with a nearby towel. 

“ I don’t want to talk to you” you mumble again but loud enough for him to hear. “ Just go talk to Chrissy, I’m sure she’s better company than I am” you added with spite in your tone. 

Eddies eyebrows pinched together until he put two and two and he chuckled. You turned around quickly hearing him let out a chuckle. You put your arms across your chest and not finding it anything funny about it. 

“ What’s funny?” He made his way over to you where he boxed you in between the counters and his body. Your eyes grew wide seeing how close he was. His breath fanned over your face. 

“ Sweetheart” he started reaching up with his hands and moved a piece of hair behind your ear. “ Are you jealous?” He asked, a hint of joy in his tone. 

“ What? No, I’m not jealous” you shook your head averting his eyes and looking elsewhere but his face. Two fingers cupped your face and brought you back that you were looking back at him. He had a big smirk on his face where you were more happy to wipe away if you could. 

He looked like he won something. 

“ You’re jealous. Admit it, sweetheart” you shook your head with a small pout. The small pout was cute and it melted his heart whenever he saw it. 

He poked your nose and giggled seeing it scrunched up. 

“ What?” His eyes scanned your face and you watched as his Adam’s apple swallowed as his smirk dropped. His whole face turned serious as he took a deep breathe. 

“ I need to ask you something and don’t lie to me, Y/N” he says. If he used your name then this must be serious what he needed to talk to you about. Your heart raced at the thought of something along the lines that he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore. 

“ Okay” you nodded, swallowing too feeling your hands gets sweaty as you waited for him to ask you what he wanted to ask. 

“ Do you have feelings for me?” you thought you were about to pass out hearing the question. How did he know? Your eyebrows pinched together as your eyes scanned his face. You saw hope, worry and something else that you couldn’t place as he waited for your answer.

Eddie wanted to run under a rock and hide from asking you the question. It slipped out of his mouth quicker than he anticipated but he was out on the open and he was terrified of your answer. 

“ What? Ho-ow…Huh?” You asked feeling like you were caught off guard. Your mouth grew dry as you didn’t know how to answer him. 

He chuckled, “ You know, my sheeps aren’t exactly good under pressure holding secrets. Plus Robin pointed out that if I didn’t get to you sooner than Harrington was going to ask you out.” 

His nose scrunched up when he said “ Harrington.” 

“ You like me?” You asked and needed to know. His cheeks hinted red as he nodded, shyly pulling his hair over his mouth as he hide away feeling his heart hammering against his rib cage. 

Your lips turned into a smile at his small cute confession and it was more than enough to let you know he has feelings for you too. You never imagined getting the guy. You always thought it was in movies where the girl gets the guy she wants. Not in the real world. Not like this. 

“ Eddie” you giggled bringing your hand up to his hair that he’s been chewing on and pull it away from his mouth. “ You could of told me how you felt, you know? I’m not scary or anything. I’m your best friend.” 

“ I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my confession and you throw a hard kick too. I rather bury my feelings than tell you. I didn’t want to lose you. I know I am coward for not telling you or anything but I don’t want to run away and hide my feelings anymore.” 

“ Not when Harrington is planning to take me out” you giggled. Eddie rolled his eyes with a groan, “ He’s never going to get you because I got you first.” 

“ You’re adorable, Munson. You always had me, since the firs time you laid eyes on me” his smile widen that he felt like if he smiled even more than his cheeks were going to burst any minute. 

“ Can I kiss you?” He asks. He takes your face in his hands. 

You nodded your head giving him the go as he leans in. His soft lips brush against your own and your eyes close feeling his lips on yours as you kiss him back, holding onto his wrist as he kisses you. You never really understood when people talked about feeling sparks and fire bombs when it came to kissing someone. But, you understood now what that was about. Fireworks were going off between the two of you as you kiss. 

“ Hunny do-“ your mom interrupted the moment as she halted in her steps seeing what was going on in her kitchen. You pulled away from Eddie with your eyes widen, cheeks red and Eddie stepped back clearing his throat as his own cheeks redden. 

“ Would you look at that, you two finally are getting together?” She asks with her hands on her hips. 

“ Huh?” You asked. She let out a small laugh.

“ You didn’t think I knew about you two liking each other? Please, I know you both kids are into each other the first time Eddie came over.” 

You and Eddie looked at each other with shy smiles on your face. Months and months have pass and everything was going great, it was nearing graduation and Eddie was going to graduate. It was his year like he said it was. 

You turned in your seat looking to see how many people have came for their daughters and sons. You spotted Wayne first who happily waved at you with a huge smile on his face. His eyes were blurred with tears. He was so proud of Eddie and proud of you for pushing him to do his best. Your eyes spotted your parents in the crowd and your mom blew you kiss while your dad was smiling at you. 

Your eyes dropped to Steve and the kids in the crowd who held a big sign of “ Y/N and Eddie graduation day” and you laughed at how big and small the letters were. Dustin was waving his cap at you as he shouted your name. You turned into your seat trying to find Eddie, the two of you had made it official after your first date where he took you to Benny’s for a milkshake and a good burger like he claims. He introduced you to Benny who’s became one of your favorite people. Your smile dropped when you saw Eddie talking to Chrissy as she fixed his cap on top of his mane of curls. 

It should of been you who was fixing it for him. That green monster came knocking on your door again and your blood boiled seeing her hands touch his hair. He never lets anyone touch his hair. You’ve had been only one that was allowed to touch his hair. Now Chrissy was putting her hands on your boyfriends hair. Eddie turned his head to look if he spots you and when he does, his smile drops seeing the unhappy look on your face. 

“ Uh, thanks Chrissy” He says. He doesn’t want to make you more upset than he has done already and he steps back from her. Her hands drop from his sudden movements of stepping back. 

“ Did I do something wrong?” Her sweet voice asks, “ I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She adds. 

He shakes his head as says he needs to go. You would usually catch Chrissy and Eddie talking to each other through out the school year after the two of you got together. It was usually he was selling her some good weed, or something stronger that she needed to pass her classes or it was studying with her or something else. 

You trusted him. 

He blew you a kiss as he walked passed a few chairs but you turned your head not bothering to catch it like you usually do. His eyes turned hurt as he glanced down, shoulders dropping as he sighed to himself. 

He shouldn’t of stopped to talk to Chrissy. He should of went to you. 

When your name was called to get your diploma, you heard a bunch of “ Yes!” And shouts and then you heard, “ That’s my girl!” And you know that was Eddie as he stood up from his seat and clapped his hands. You laughed and all the feeling of seeing him with Chrissy had washed away. You blew him a kiss which he caught and put it against his heart. 

“ You both make me sick!” Jason shouted while you flipped him off. Principal Higgins rushed over and apologized as he hurried to help you off the stage. You sat in your seat and waited until Eddie was up. When he was called, he rose both his hands up and rushed to the stage accepting his diploma first. 

“ You did it!” He heard you yell. “ So proud of you, boy!” He heard Wayne shout. “ Eddie! Eddie !” There was chant from his friends and from you as he stood on stage looking like he was about to cry but he held back not wanting anyone to make fun of him. He turns to Principal Higgins and flipped him off like he said he would. 

You laughed and shook your head moving down the row to get to him while he walked off the stage. He met you at the last step and looks down at you with adoration in his eyes. 

“ I’m so proud of you Eds” he smiled, wrapping one arm around your waist. 

“ Thank you, sweetheart” he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose.

“ Get a room!” Someone shouted. 

Eddie happily sighed as he couldn’t it anymore. 

“ I love you Y/N” he says. “ I loved you since the moment you turned to look at me in English class and I swore that day you’ve melted my heart and I don’t ever want this feeling to stop.” 

“ Oh, Eddie” your cheeks flushed, “ I love you too.” He leaned down to kiss you but he held back because he heard people shout to him and he returned to his seat. But when it was time to throw the caps up in the air, he found his way to you and interlaced his hand with yours and looked at you. He threw his cap and pulled you to him, kissing you while everyone around shouted to each other and hugged one another. 

You were happy. At least that’s what you thought you were. It felt like things weren’t the same after graduation. Eddie had found a job not too far from the trailer, he was saving for something more room for the both of you. While you moved from living with your parents and into the trailer. 

Wayne didn’t mind at all, he worked most nights and loved having you around. Plus, the trailer was cleaner when you were around and you cooked too. You left Wayne left overs from dinner making sure he ate too. 

You took care of the both of them. 

Days turned dull as Eddie came home later than usually from work telling you he’s been hold up at the shop fixing the cars that needed urgent fixing for the following day for the customer to pick up. He was one of the best employees there according to what his boss had said, you heard from Eddie. 

But one night when he came home in his overalls, his hair was pulled back and one of his overall were pulled back at his back and when he wrapped his arms around you, you smelled a certain scent that didn’t belong to him nor it smelled like something from the shop.

It was too sweet for your liking. 

“ Let me go shower and we’ll have dinner together?” He asked. He softly smile down at you while leaning down to kiss your forehead. You were silent as soon as he got home taking in his outfit one by one and trying to figure out why he stayed a bit longer than the time he said he would get home. He walked away heading towards the bathroom where you already set out some clothing on the toilet that he could wear after the shower. 

He always smiles when he sees you’ve set him an outfit to wear. As the shower ran and steam was coming from the shower you decided that you needed to know for yourself. Your hand reached for the doorknob and open the door as it squeaked a bit. 

“ Is that you, sweetheart?” He asked, standing behind the shower curtain as he showered. Of course it was you. Who else was in the trailer? Wayne was working late again. 

“ It’s me” you announced yourself to him even though he knew you were the only person in the trailer. Your eyes dropped down at his overall covered in grease and looked up at the curtain curiously bending down to reach for them to find out yourself if he has something in his pockets.

The curtain moved just as you grabbed at them. 

“ What are you doing, sweetheart? Why do you need my work clothes?” He asks watching with his hair dripping as he spit out some water. 

“ I just wanted to wash them” He shook his head. “ There is no need to wash them, I am going to wear them tomorrow but thank you.” 

“ I can put them in the room for you, on the chair so they won’t get wrinkled.” 

“ Sweetheart, I’ll take care of it” He says. “ Now drop them and come join me” a smile grew on your face with your worries gone as you stripped yourself from your clothes and hopped into the shower to join your boyfriend. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his body. 

“ Now let me show you how much I’ve missed you” he leans down and starts nibbling on your neck and moving the hair away from your neck and face. You had missed being in his arms since he started to work so much. 

The next few days you worry begin to start again when you found a rubber band that doesn’t look like it was yours. It was set on the dresser you both shared staring at you like it was the worst thing you have seen in your life. You’ve been nibbling on your bottom lip for the past hours as it stared back at you the same way you did.

It was only a rubber band, right? Eddie had many of those but there was something about it that told you that you had seen it before. It wasn’t until Eddie came home later that night with a cup in his hand surprisingly. 

It looked new. 

“ Where did you get that?” You asked once he set it besides the sink. It had the words “ Best Mechanic” written on it with yellow writing. The cup was the color green and you were certain it wasn’t something you’ve seen at his work when you visit him. You were in the office with him, every room too since he showed you around and that cup wasn’t there at the time. 

“ A customer had gotten for me, no big deal” you hummed and nodded, brushing it off. It was just a cup. If you only knew these little things that you were suspicious was, you were right about them to think they came from someone else that Eddie had eyes on. 

“ That’s really nice of them” you mumbled picking it up and twirling it around. Eddie eyed as you took in your hands to examine it. He reached over to take it from your hands not wanting you to drop it or anything. It’s not like you would and he placed it in the sink to wash it later. 

“ Let’s go to bed” He suggested. “ It’s been a long day?” He asked. “ Let’s talk about your day, sweetheart.” 

If only you knew that at the time Eddie was glad you didn’t question more about the cup or who it was actually from. Guilt began to built inside of him as he looked back at the cup not listening as you started to talk about your day but looked back and nodded as if he was listening. 

He was growing more nervous. 

It wasn’t until you decided to visit Eddie at work to bring him lunch, you hadn’t seen him much a couple of days. There was a morning kiss on the cheek and “ I love you” before he left for work and there were night time cuddles or night time sex before bed. Your relationship didn’t feel like a relationship where you used to go on dates with Eddie, spend time with him, talk, or anything as sweet gestures you did for another. 

It was sex. A kiss here and there. A cuddle once in awhile and that was it. 

You were still using your bike to this day and leaned it on the side of the mechanic shop hearing the zapping of tools and chatter. You were passing by one of Eddie’s co workers when he took a double look seeing it was you.

He cleared his throat as his eyes grew wide at the sight of you. He quickly stood up from his spot and wiped his hands on his uniform and greeted you with a smile, it wasn’t a smile that reached his eyes and you could tell there was something off.

“ What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked. “ Shouldn’t you be at work?” 

“ No, I’m off today and decided to visit Eddie at work. He’s here, right?” He slowly nodded his head but there were unspoken words he was leaving of you to find. 

“ He’s in the back” you asked, confirming your boyfriend was at work working on a car you had hope. 

“ Yeah” was the only thing you got as an answer. You turned around, gripping Eddie’s lunch in your hands and made your way into the garage where you passed other cars and other Eddie co workers. 

But what you didn’t expect is to find your boyfriend locking lips with a familiar set of hair. You knew that hair. You gasped at the sight as your eyes filled with tears. Your heart fell into your stomach and twisted in ways you thought you wouldn’t understand. The gasp didn’t came unheard by Eddie as he pulled away. 

His eyes widen at the sight of you and his hands dropped to his side. The woman he was kissing had turned around and there stood the same person you were jealous of in high school that used to get Eddie’s attention. Eddie told you many times that you had nothing to worry about and yet here you were, standing with tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“ Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” He asked pushing Chrissy away as he step closer to you.  “ You were suppose to be at work.” 

“ I-I-I …” you couldn’t get the words out feeling a knife had cut through your cut by the man you thought loved you and would never hurt you. Yet again, he stands there doing nothing as he watches the hurt in your eyes and the tears rolling down. 

Chrissy’s voice brings you to your senses. 

“ I didn’t know Eddie was with you still” she says. Your jaw clenched and the bag of Eddie’s lunch dropped on the ground spilling over the garage floor. 

“ He’s not anymore, enjoy my sloppy seconds pomp pomps” she gasped as she was about to say something when Eddie stepped into the view of your vision and he grabbed onto you but you pushed him away.

“ Don’t touch me, Munson! I don’t want anything to do with you. I hate you, and by the end of the week I’ll have all my stuff out of the trailer. I should have known you would do something like this. You are a lier and you never loved me!” 

“ I do love you! I’m sorry, this isn’t what it is” He motions towards to Chrissy who gasps. 

“ I thought you like me, Eddie “ she pouted, stomping her foot. He shook his head at her. 

“ I’ve only loved one woman in my life and I’ve ruined it…” he turns his head back to see that you had stepped back and took more steps back.

“ Sweetheart, let me explain.” 

“ You’re bullshit, Eddie Munson!” Was the last words Eddie had heard from you as you turn around and ran getting onto your bike and riding off until you couldn’t anymore. 

That’s where you wounded up at, Benny’s where you sat in the booth crying and not caring who saw you. Benny came over placing a milkshake in front of you looking like you needed. He didn’t question you why you were crying in his diner. He let you be where you stared out the window wishing you turned back time and never meeting Eddie Munson. 

Your hands placed on your stomach as you were going to tell Eddie the good news.

“ Looks like it’s you and me, little one. Mama’s got you, we don’t need that man” you spoke as if it heard you. You continued to rub it hoping you’d be a good mother to your little one. 

You weren’t planning on telling Eddie now. He didn’t deserve it. 

[harringtons-cupid]

Just wanna be yours -BFB! Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part 03

★ Best Friends brother! Eddie Munson x Fem!reader. ★

W.C: 3.4k

Warnings: (18+) - Angst: Car accident, hospital descriptions, infidelity? smut: fingering, cunnilingus, face riding, blowjob, unprotected sex, creampie. Fluff: Flirting, slight hand holding, exchanged glances, kissing.

Based on a few things, 1) A storm that occured over the past few days, 2) my car accident in September 2021 and finally 3) Better man, the very first night by  Taylor Swift 

Tagged: @munsonsbaby @pleasantlycrazyworld @bisexual-byers @wroteclassicaly @urlbitchin@moonchildquinn @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @joejoequinnquinn @86munsonsblog @luna-munson83 @nojerama1996 @harringtons-hellfire @mcbeanzontoast @nojerama1996 @sw34terw34ther @siriuslysmoking

01 02| | Masterlist | KO-FI

The images of Eddie and his “girlfriend” flashed through your mind for days on end, you didn’t sleep or eat properly. 

The feeling of betrayal seeped through your body as you heard his voice in the basement, not wanting to give him the time of day since. You slipped out of the door before he could pull you in to a conversation, your music blared through your earphones today as you rushed to school. 

It was raining heavily, completely coating you in damp as you mumbled along to your music. The rain distracted your tears from sight as cars whizzed past, you didn’t hear the sound of a horn behind you until you noticed a shadow behind you. 

Sighing you tried your best to ignore it until you realised that the vehicle had slowed down beside you. Shrugging you turned to look at the person in the car, cursing yourself as his eyes met yours. 

“Get in” He called across to you, rain was coating his passenger seat. 

Shaking your head, you walked on quickly. Hoping to deter him from your direction but he persevered  until his van stopped in front of you, giving you no other way to get around him. 

“Fuck” you screamed into the wind as you angrily moved closer to his car, your body drenched from the rain as you pulled opened the door. 

Stuffing your Walkman into your rucksack, you sat uncomfortably facing away from him in his car. He drove off once he knew you were safe, the silence was loud as the rain continued to fall onto the windscreen. 

Eddie’s visibility was destructed as a tree fell further down the road unbeknownst to you both, the moment he took his off the road to look at you. His car came in contact with the tree, the look of fear plastered across his face as you both felt the car begin to flip over onto its side. 

“Eddie” you heard yourself scream, your hand desperately reaching out to grasp him just before your head hit the headrest and everything black. 

You were both brought in together, the paramedics had found you both with your hands entangled together, fracturing both your wrists. Eddie woke up hours before you, his heart dropping at the sight of you. The voice of your brother filled the hospitals halls, he sounded worried and angry as he swung the doors open. 

“What the fuck were you doing with my sister alone?” His voice grew louder as edged closer to Eddie’s hospital bed. 

His hands on either side of his body, shaking him softly as tears fell down his cheeks. He began to cry, your body stirred into the bed next to them both. 

“I’m sorry, I saw her walking down the road and picked her up. I’m sorry” Eddie’s voice was cracking as your brother lifted his head up to look at him. 

“You’re sorry? She could have died!” He laughed halfheartedly, shooting him a dirty look. 

Practically shouting at him, a mixture of sadness and anger flashed through his eyes. Pushing him aggressively, as your voice croaked next to the bed. His attention was instantly diverted as he rushed to your side, forgetting about the awkward exchange with Eddie. 

He stroked your hair out your face, smiling at you with a worried expression on his face. His voice was quiet and gentle as he asked if you were okay, kissing you forehead before taking your hand as he sat down. Eddie watched from afar as you incoherntly mumbled some words to your brother, at that moment the nurse entered the room. Loudly announcing that Eddie was able to be discharged from the hospital, he took one last look at you before exiting the room. 

Trying to sit up suddenly, as you searched the room at the noise of the door swinging shut. Not realising that Eddie had been in the room with you, from the affects of the drugs you felt yourself get agitated by being stuck in bed. Needing to see Eddie. 

Thrusting against the plastic tubes that were stuck inside your body, your brothers worried eyes as he watched you begin to cry. 

“Is Eddie okay?’’ your hoarse and choked up voice spoke quietly, searching your brother’s face for answers. 

“Eddie is just fine, darling. You should get some rest, you’ll be allowed home soon” he smiled at you, stroking your hair softly until you felt yourself drift off into sleep. 

Hours later you awoke, the dazed smile plastered across your face as you stared up at your brother, he was reclining in the uncomfortable hospital chair reading his current book. The sunlight from the open window was highlighting his hair, placing down his book as he noticed that you were finally awake. 

“How did you sleep my darling?” his voice was calm as he reached over to open the curtains to further expose the sun. 

You told him all about your vivid dream, laughing together as you sat up further into the sun until the nurse entered the room. Informing you both that you were able to be discharged on a few conditions. After signing the necessary documents, your brother slowly wheeled you out of the hospital where the rays of sunlight basked your face. Still slightly dazed, you drifted off to sleep in his passenger seat on the way home from the hospital. Eddie reappeared in your dreams, startling you awake in fear as your brother arrived at your house. 

The weekend crept by, you spent most of your time in your room. Your friends came round with treats and flowers as get well soon presents but the only person you wanted to see hadn’t called round the house since the incident.  You sat staring at the door, waiting to hear his voice downstairs, your brother came to check on you many times but your mind never shifted from Eddie. 

He sat at the end of your bed as you ate the soup and bread that he made for you, wanting to care for you. 

“What’s the matter darling?’’ his voice was calm and soft as he played with a tassel of his pjamas, his focus shifting between that and you. 

“I just want to know whether, Eddie is okay” your cheeks flushed red, you stared down at your soup. Hoping his reaction wouldn’t be too disastrous, but he smiled softly at you. 

“Let’s go see him, i need to applogise to him anyway’’ he stood up, taking your food away from you. Nodding at you before the door closed behind you, lightly laughing as he listened to your happy squealing inside your room. 

You didn’t realise that your brother knew about your crush on Eddie, you thought that you were very subtle. What your brother didn’t know was that you had actually slept with Eddie, that it was more than a crush to you. On the night of the incident, when your brother had gone home to grab your clothes. 

Eddie had awoken to your nightmares, the loud mumbling of your voice calling his name startled him. He ripped off the cords that kept his body hydrated and rushed to your side, waking you up from your slumber to find him stroking your hair and shushing you back to sleep. Your tears soaked his gown as you cried from both sadness and reassurance, you mumbled ‘’what about your girlfriend’’ between tears but he squeezed you tighter and mumbled back “this isn’t about her, this is about us’’. 

When your brother arrived back at the hospital the next morning, you were alone in your hospital bed and Eddie was in his but he sensed something was different. To this day, he never figured out that maybe, just maybe that was sparks ignited again between you both. 

You thought of that night, wondering if it was just from sleep deprivation or it actually happened. 

As you sat in your brothers car, your body bubbled with nerves as you edged closer and closer to Eddie’s trailer. Waiting patiently in the car as your brother went inside the trailer, for your sake he wanted to check that he was alone. He knew that you would be distraught, if his ‘girlfriend’ was there. 

Eddie came out alone, helping you out the car as you both sat on his wooden outdoor table. It was cool and uncomfortable but being able to smell him made it barable. His hair blew in the wind as he lit a cigarette, it illuminating his facial features as you stole a glance at him before directing your attention down to your fingers. 

“I’m glad you’re okay’’ He broke the silence after a long exhale, directing the smoke away from your face. 

“I’m glad you are too’’ you moved your hands to support your weight, placing them next to your thighs. 

His hand slid closer to yours, your fingers slightly touching behind you both when your brother swung the caravan door open. Loudly exhaling, he had a big joint in his mouth as he joined you both. Not noticing the closeness between you both, not seeing your fingers slightly interlocking as you both lent back on the table. 

Your breath was hitched as he moved up the bench to allow your brother to sit next to him, his hand slipped on top of yours. His shoulders hitting yours, you could smell him just as much as you could when he held you that night. 

Your brother didn’t join you at the table to begin with, he pranced around as he continued to exhale heavily. Watching the clouds above, leaving you and Eddie alone for a few seconds. 

“Thank you for looking after me that night” you whispered, his hands were still on yours as he looked at you. Taking your breath away, the light made his eyes sparkle. 

“I’d do anything for you” he matched your energy as he leant forward to whisper it gently in your ear, watching as you shivered at his closeness. 

He smirked, his attention turning to your brother who roughly plonked himself at the end of the bench. Passing the joint to Eddie, who took one toke before handing it back. He didn’t like being too high around you, something about not wanting to miss how beautiful you were. 

Your brother finished his joint before mumbling about needing to lie down, making you both laugh as you listened to him collapse on the sofa inside. Eddie’s face had already edged closer to yours, biting your lip as you tried to your best not to look at him. You knew that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him. 

Pointing towards the clouds above, trying to shift Eddie’s focus. It worked for a second, before Eddie’s fingers touched your chin and turned your head towards his. Pushing your lips onto his, he kissed you passionately in the silence as the wind picked up, he pulled you as close as he could without tangling your bodies together. 

Your hands shakily moved from on top of his, needing to touch his skin again as you kissed him back. A soft moan escaped your mouth as you picked up the pace, feeling hungry for his kiss as he moved with you. Your cheeks grew wet, not realising that you were crying. 

With every movement, your cheeks fell fast and hotter against your skin. Wishing that you could kiss him without securay, without worrying about the girl he was seeing, without your heart breaking into pieces.

Pulling yourself away from him abruptly, you wiped your face and lips as you tried to stop yourself from crying but this caused you to cry even more. Feeling pathetic next to him, as his hand touched your back and stroked you softly again.  His touch soothed you, the simple movement of his ringed fingers against your back was something you had become used to throughout the years but this time it felt different. 

“I don’t know how much of this I can take Eddie” you choked, moving away from him. Feeling his hand slip off your back as you stood up, at the same time your brother appeared from inside. 

“Darling, we should head home. I need to rest, Eds you can come over later to practice and chill yeah?’’ your brother mumbled and waved in Eddie’s direction, who nodded in reply. 

Eddie looked at you, your brother was already in the car when he reached out for your hand. His eyes were almost pleading for you to say something else but the words didn’t leave his mouth and he felt your hand slip out of his grasp as you walked towards the car. Your brother was preoccupied with his music to notice you both, your eyes stared on Eddie as the glass shielded you. 

Your heart was breaking as you rushed upstairs away from your brother, falling onto your bed as you felt yourself crumble into tears. The image of Eddie looking at you like that, like he was loosing something so precious to him. 

Screaming into your pillow in annoyance as the thoughts ‘what does he want from me’ fluttered around in your mind, your brother was asleep when you heard the doorbell ring at the front door. Tear stained cheeks, you stumbled down the stairs to open the door. Much to your surprise, Eddie was stood in front of you. 

His hands were instantly on your, stroking your skin as you were drawn to let him. Muttering to him if he wanted refreshments, only to be cut off by his lips once again meeting yours. Picking you up with his weight, you both stumbled up the stairs as he kissed you. Laughing together as he tripped over his own feet at the edge of your bedroom door, your mixed feelings were hidden as he kissed your exposed skin. 

You were lying on your bed as his hands fumbled across each bit of material, ripping off your top and your bra to expose your tits. Moaning into your nipples as he sucked them gently, kissing down your body until he reached the verge of your underwear pausing for a moment to look up at you. Watching to see your reaction, your hips bucking towards his face in desperate smirking again he tugged onto the fabric until they slipped down your ankles. 

Practically licking his lips, he moaned before lightly licking your clit causing you to shudder and buck your hips against his tongue. His moans vibrated throughout your body as he picked up his rthyym, his hands placed firmly under your cheeks, using his strength to lift you up to his mouth, Allowing you to ride his face, reaching for a pillow you muffled your moans that you were unable to hide. 

You thought about this moment since the first time you were with him, you were so wet that as he pursed his lips together around your clit you knew that you could any second. There was something about Eddie that made you so weak, you begged for his cock between the pillow. 

He chuckled as he tugged aggressively against your clit, feeling your legs shake between his arms. Continuing until you were unable to hold it in any longer, forcing the pillow harder against your face as you came hard into his mouth. Your moans were loud as your body shook, he didn’t lift his head until you were cumming for the second time. 

His fingers slid inside your wet and sensitive cunt, feeling them instantly slip inside. He curled them reaching your pulsating soft spot for a few moments before you whined once more for his cock, knowing you were needy and desperate. You watched as he hovered over you, the sound of his metal belt unbuckling was music to your ears. 

Roughly throwing the pillow onto the floor, he moved closer to your mouth not needing to say anything your jaw dropped open. Your mouth was wet, all ready for him to use, extending your tongue out as he placed his thick hot cock inisde your hole. 

His moans started off slow and quiet as your tongue played with his tip but they grew louder and heavy as you closed your hole around his cock. Your hand reaching up to stroke his cock with what remainder you couldn’t fit inisde your hole, his hands found their way to your throat and squeezed softly. Feeling you struggle against his cock, he shudded. 

Holding the position for as long as he could last before practically ripping himself out your mouth and roughly spreading your legs apart until they hurt. Your mouth still tasting of him, licking your lips as you gazed at him. Watching his eyes as you felt him slide inside you, his fat cock filling you up. 

His lips met yours to muffle both your moans, your bed creaked softly again as he began to speed up inside you. Slipping in and out of your hot throbbing cunt, hitting your soft spot over and over until the sensation became too overwhelming for you to handle. He slow his speed down, allowing you catch your breath for a moment. 

In the midst of the heat and passion, his eyes were filled of concern as his cock stayed still inside you. He slid out of you, extending that second before he aggressively flipped you over and moved you so that your ass was arched in the air. Watching you breath heavily as you felt him slid back inside you, he thrusted slowly against your walls. 

Your moans were muffled into the bed as he suddenly stopped, you knew that he was close. You tried your hardest not to move but something compelled you to move, until your hips were grinding against his cock.  Making him moan loudly into your room, his eyes closing shut quickly at the pleasure. 

He stayed still as your cunt rolled his cock over and over inside you, his body shuddered as your hands pulled him closer to you. Meeting his lips as you continued to roll over him, you heard him mumble against your lips “god baby you’re going to make me cum” making you smirk against his lips. You mumbled back to him as you sped up, “what if I want you too” you panted heavily against the bed sheets. 

His hands gripped onto your skin as you did nothing but speed up, his body shuddered on top of you. His moans were hot and heavy in your ear, as his body slumped down as you felt his cock twitch inside you. Only giving you more power, your body was arched moving quickly as thick hot cum spurted inside you. Filling you up, until he slid out and spread your cheeks breathlessly. 

“You are so fucking hot” he stuttered as he watched it drip out of you, smirking as you winked at him. 

He pulled you closer to him, tickling your body as he listened to you squeal in both discomfort and delight at the feeling of his naked body next to yours. Gazing up at him, your eyes scanned each others faces until he kissed you softly. 

Noises from the landing startled you both, jumping apart. You pushed Eddie under the bed covers and grabbed a towel from your dirty clothes basket and wrapped it round you at the sound of your brothers voice. Gulping, you peered out of your bedroom door towards him. 

“You okay darling? I thought I heard Eddie’s voice’’ he pondered, scanning your face. 

You shrugged at him, sheepishly blushing between the shadows as you showed him bits of the towel behind the door. He matched your energy and began walking back towards his bedroom, you turned to Eddie with a hiss. 

“Go now!” pointing at the window, as you body shook in terror. 

Scrambling quickly, he pulled onto his clothes before you saw him turn to wink at you at your bedroom window. 

“Catch you later baby” he grinned before dropping onto the windowsil below, you winced at the idea of him dropping onto the ground but the sound didn’t arrive. 

The sound you did hear was your doorbell ringing once more, laughing to yourself you sat down on your bed as you listened to your brother stumble downstairs.

[cxrsed-angel]

eddie x fem!reader (angst)

warning: angst no warnings i don’t think, around 2k words, not proofread

a/n: been in bad place mentally and i guess this was the result

You and Eddie had been broken up for almost a month now after being together for 2 years. When he broke up with you, he didn't give you a specific reason, he didn't say that he stopped loving you or you’ve done something wrong or anything. You wished he would’ve given you a reason as to why. You thought everything was going great, he graduated in ‘86 and started working as a mechanic, and you were both saving up to move into an apartment in Indianapolis while you attending Indiana State. You had a plan. What went wrong?

You were lying in your bed next to your stuffed animals, you had all the ones Eddie gave you in a box off to the side of your room. You didn't have the heart to donate them, they were really cute and had fun memories attached to them, but you couldn't look at them without starting to tear up. You missed him so much.

The Cure’s Pornography album softly played in the back. You look over at the stuffed animal box and see your white dragon stuffed animal Eddie had given you one day. He had the matching black one. You started thinking about the day he broke up with you, you tried hard not to, but it almost always played on replay in your head whenever you were alone with your thoughts.

You had just knocked on Eddie’s trailer, but you could tell something was off when he answered the door. He didn't look into your eyes, his body language was closed off, and he held his head down.“Um hey um come in” “are you okay” “um we need to talk.” You felt your heart sink into your stomach, you started getting a lump in your throat. “Ok what do you want to talk about” “babe-no um this wow hard,” he laughed lightly, but you could tell it was out of nerves more than anything “Eds you’re starting to scare me did-did you like cheat on me or something” “What! No no but um I think we should stop seeing each other” You felt your heart get ripped out of your chest. You suddenly couldn't breathe. You were trying as hard as you could to start not crying. “What-what-what’d you mean like a-like-a um a break or a pause or something like that” You saw him shake his head, still not looking into your eyes. “No like stop all together not a break” “you want to break up?” He just nods “why-why, did I um do something” He shakes his head. “You could at least fucking look me in my eyes Edward” your voice started to get louder, the sadness starting to mix with anger. He couldn’t even look at you, “why do you want to break up” “just because,” he said nonchalantly. He looked like he didn’t even care. “No this isnt something you can shrug off, do you not love me anymore, did you sleep with someone else, do you just not want to be-” “God! Can’t you just leave Jesus I don’t want to deal the 3rd degree right now can you just leave!” He yelled at you, it was the first time he had looked into your eyes since you’d gotten inside his trailer. “Sure Eddie yea um have a good life.” You stormed out, almost slamming the door, but you remembered he hadn’t gotten fixed yet and didn't want to cause anymore damage, especially to Wayne. You just get into your car and drive home.

Your pink phone ringing on the nightstand next to your bed breaks out of your thoughts that were replaying the scene again and again. You looked at the clock. It was 12 am, who is calling you this late? You get up and sit on the edge of your bed, “Um hello” there was a silence “hello?” you asked, more annoyed now “look if this is fucking prank-” “fuck i missed your voice” you pause, hearing his voice, you missed his too, but anger started boiling again. “Wrong number” you slam your phone down and lay back on your bed. You start reading your book to distract your mind from him. About 30 minutes later, your phone rings again, you stare at it, a part of you know it's Eddie again, but there’s a small part of you that was naive enough to believe it was someone else. You knew it was unlikely you didn't really have friends, especially ones who would call you this late; you were just acquaintances with Eddie’s, honestly. You sigh and picked up the phone “I'm not fucking doing this all night, Eddie” “I know I know but I just really wanted to hear you” He sounded off like he was high or something, you could hear it in his voice. “Are you fucking high right now?” there was a pause “maybe” “fuck you Eddie. ” You slam your phone down but leave it off the hook so he couldn’t call back. “That dick he doesn't call you for weeks, goes out of his way to avoid you, then calls you high he probably wants to come over and get his dick wet”, you thought to yourself.

You lay back down for a minute until you sit up and remember you have a personal phone and a general home phone for your apartment that your mother insisted you have when you moved out. You lay back down, “he wouldn't, right?” You thought about it for a minute and sat up “yea, the motherfucker would” you sprint to the phone as soon as you entered your living room, you see it ringing. You know you should just leave it alone, then take it off the hook and go about your night, but a small piece you believe he’s gonna call, apologize, and you’ll be back together that piece won. You slowly pick it up. “Hello?” this time, you stayed silent “babe, I know you're there,” you still don't respond “please just say something” you had nothing to say, though. You felt numb, you had lost your best friend and the love of your life all in one night, and he couldn't even give you a reason. And here he was calling you high, why, you started crying, ‘why couldn't he break my heart and leave me alone” you thought. You sniffled through the speaker “are-are you crying” you start crying more, hearing his soft tone. The one that had comforted you when you got rejected from your dream college when your pet guinea pig died, every time you had an existential crisis, or every time you would feel alone from having no close friends, he was always there. You sniffle into the phone again “wrong number,” you say coldly. You slam the phone down on and left it hanging off the wall.

You flop down on your couch and start crying, crying over the fact that you had no one, no one you could call and ask for help or talk to, crying because it was going so well, or so you thought, you felt like you messed everything up, like you did something wrong. You slowly cried yourself to sleep like you’d done almost every night since the breakup.

You were woken up by soft knocking on your door, you sat up looking at the clock on your coffee table, “why is someone knocking at 7:00 am” the knocking started getting more aggressive “Ok, Okay give me a minute!” You open the door and see Dustin and Steve arguing “No man, you didn't need to bang her door down at 7:00 in the morning.” “Well, I can't come after school you know that” “yea but I'm just saying we can just knock lightly and -” you look between them “hey whats this about?” “um can we come in,” Dustin asks? You just open the door wider “sure its not like I was sleeping or anything.”

They both come in and sit on your couch. “I would offer drinks but you woke me up before noon so you dont get a nice host” “thats fair thats fair um Steve do you want to um start” you lift your eyebrow up “ok seriously what is this” ‘its about-um Eddie” you stand up and walk over you your front door “get out” “wait just hear him out please” you look at Dustin and roll you eyes as you sit by down “what about…him” “He’s been miserable lately” “and thats my probably because?” “you guys need to get back together, he hasn’t been coming to Hellfire, the dungeon master, he takes is role very seriously and not like him to miss one session let alone every week.” “look Dustin thats rough but I dont understand want you want me to do” Steve started talking “maybe just hear him out whatever he did to make you want to take-” “wait wait wait you think I broke up with him” “well yea he didnt tell us but by the state he’s in we thought you ended it” you laugh and shake your head “no you guys got it all wrong um” you look down “he broke up with me.” There was a huge pause, “holy shit” “holy shit’ “yea holy shit guys so if this is over i would like to go back to sleep.’” They both nodded “um yea come on Henderson I’ll drop you off at school” “yea yea um we’ll see you later,” you wave and lock the door behind them.

You go to your bedroom and gain the sudden motivation to take all of Eddie’s stuff back to his trailer. You hope now would he would be at his shift at the car shop so you wouldn’t see him. After an hour, you were almost done until you see the box of stuffed animals. You were gonna be sad not seeing them, but you knew you needed to give them back if you ever want to even think about moving on. You put the stuffed animals in with the plastic box you had from moving, you decided to do one big box instead of smaller cardboard boxes that way, you just drop it off and move off with your life.

After a 15-minute drive and 10-minutes stalling outside the trailer park, you finally enter and park by his trailer. “Ok, you got this, you got this,” you say to yourself as you get the box out of your backseat. You take a deep breath and knock on the door, you were so anxious and nervous you wanted to turn back and cry, but you waited. You see Wayne open the door “hey kid,” “um hi Wayne um I have some of Eddie’s stuff” He nods, “come on in.” You shake your head, you weren't ready to step back into the place where you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. You weren't ready to see his stuff, to be in the place that had once been your safe place that now kept you wondering what you did wrong, why didn't he want to be with you anymore. “Come on, kid, we can still be friends” you look up at him, crying a little bit “um really” he nodded “of course.” You slowly walk in and stand in the middle of the living room. “You can just put that on the floor” you put the box and floor and go to sit on the couch, but waves of memories come flooding in, all the movies nights, the first time you tried weed, make-out sessions, him teaching about DnD and showing you the newest campaign he had worked on, you just stare down at the couch.

“You can sit on the barstool, um by the counter” you just nod and go to sit. “Im gonna be honest with you, kid, this is the worst I've seen him since, um since his parents.” You didn't know much about his parents but knew they left him when he was around 10 or 11. That's all he ever told you, and he never mentioned it again. “Well um, he-he made his choice” Wayne walked over and sat on the bar stool next to the one. “My nephew, he um has a tendency of ruining good things, he has a leave before they leave me first mindset, you know, he’s been abandoned by his parents, friends one he started being himself you know, he the the town he grew up abandoned him in a way, you were his first serious girlfriend and honestly sweetie I think he got spooked, he really loves you, and you loves him back, and he’s so use to only me being around I think he wanted to leave before you left him” you felt the tears pooling up in your eyes, now it made sense why he never gave you a reason he was leaving before you left him, you look up at Wayne, “he thought I was gonna leave him” you started crying harder “I wasnt going to,” you say through sobs, Wayne puts a hand on your back “I know you weren't kid I know.” You stay there just crying life you've been doing all month, you just missed him so much, you don't even know how long you’ve been crying, you just felt so bad that he thought you were going to leave him or suddenly not want you and that so many people in his life has made him feel that way, he was the sweetest person you’ve ever known, and didn't deserve all the shit he put up with,

In between crying, you go to get up to leave when you hear the door open, and you feel the same way you did a month ago, lump in your throat, your heart suddenly in your stomach, you felt like you couldn't breathe. “Hey Wayne, I’m gonna go smoke in my-” You slowly get off the barstool “um I was just go-” “no-no, you two need to talk ” You see Wayne grab his keys and walk out. You stand still, staring at the floor, you couldn’t look at him. “Um, listen I’m really sorry,” you see him start to walk near you and flinch away, stepping back, distancing yourself from him. “For-for the calls or-” “ for that and for ending it the way I did, so suddenly, honestly, that night I realized how much I love you, and I’ve never loved anyone like the way I love you, it scared the shit out of me sweetheart, then I started thinking how you weren’t made to stay in Hawkins, you weren't meant to stay in this small ass town, babe, I realized I was holding you back and you could do so much better than me.” You see tears in his eyes now “but I don't want anyone else because there is no one better for me than you Eds. I love you so much, and I would never leave you, and You weren’t made for Hawkins either. You’re too metal for this small ass town.” You see him smile slightly, “but you really hurt me, you know that, right” he nodded “I know, babe I was stupid I should've just talked to you, I just didn't know what to do” you nod “I know Eds”  “can I give you a hug” you nodded again, and he pulls you tightly against his chest “I’m so sorry baby I will never do that again promise Im so so sorry.” You pushed him away slightly “but if you ever break up with me again and proceed to call me high in the middle night Im not taking you back” he laughs a little “while that is fair, I promise I will never break up with you ever again.” You lean up to kiss him and bent down a little and grabbed your face, his lips felt nice and  comforting.

He pulls you away from him, slightly looking down into your eyes, and you stare back at his, “man his eyes are so pretty,” you thought to yourself “I’ve missed my princess, babe” you wipe tears off your face “I’ve missed you more.” “do you want to cuddle or do you still need some space from me” “I can use a cuddle, but Eds, please, please come talk to me ok, I’m here for you and I never want you to feel that way about us again ok babe” he nods and tears slowly falling “I promise”

He wraps an arm around your waist and you walk back to his room. You both take off your shoes and lay down in his bed. He pulls you tightly into him “ ive missed your cuddles” “me too”

[starry-moonshine]

I see that you are taking requests for Eddie. I am a total angsty girl. How about a drug deal that goes wrong with Eddie so the buyers decide to get back at him by hurting you. And I mean really angsty on this one. She can die or be hurt really bad. Kidnapped, whatever you feel is good.

I would really appreciate it. Thanks in advance if you want to do it. 😊🙄

Hi, love! Thanks for requesting. This took me two days to write because the first time I started this yesterday but I lost it due to my laptop updating. 😩😩😩

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Drug Deal Gone Wrong - Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Requested: yes

Word Count: 1,945

Warnings: heavy against, swearing, graphic depictions of kidnapping, violence, blood, broken/fractured bones, bounds, locked in confined spaces, exhaustion, drug dealing, drug use, alcohol use, gun violence, near-death, vomiting, stalking

Summary: After a drug deal, the buyers take revenge on Eddie Munson by taking something very important to her.

A/N: I will not add sexual abuse, violence or assault into any fics due to personal experiences.

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

This fic includes stuff that some people may find anxiety filling and/or unsettling.

"Haha, yes! Another one!" He exclaims, walking into the trailer.

You look up at him, smiling before looking back at her book, reading the rest of the page. He rushes over to the cabinet, searching around for the 'Special K' drug to give the dealers out front. Walking back out, he gives them a small amount of the drug before they flee the front door.

Eddie returns inside.

He walks towards the bathroom, telling you that he's gonna shower before bed as you nod and get off the couch when you feel that awful feeling of someone watching you. you look out the window, trying to see if there is someone near by as the gut feeling worsens. Taking a breath, closing the curtain then walking into the bedroom to change out of your current clothes.

Suddenly, you hear a window opening in the main room of the trailer, causing you to startle before grabbing a bat next to the chest of drawers, taking a step further into the living room. You look and see nothing as you sigh in relief before lowering your hands to your side. You're about to put the bat down when you feel something cold touch your back.

You knew it was a gun, somehow you just knew just from the way it felt on your clothed back. The male tells you to drop the bat as you obeyed, dropping the bat onto the floor as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. You try to stay calm as fear rises within your body, the male grabs your shoulder and forces you out of the trailer until you feel something hard hit your head, causing you to immediately black out. Meanwhile, Eddie hears the commotion from the shower but brushes it off and continues on with his shower.

One other male climbs out of the van, helping your lifeless body in before sitting down next to you as the other guy with the gun sits on the other side of your body. A third male that sits in the drivers seat begins to drive off as it catches Eddie's attention behind the closed doors.

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When Eddie exits the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, he makes way into the bedroom to get dressed as he decides to check in on his girlfriend. He becomes concerned as he rushes over to the phone and dials the number written on a piece of paper. It rings and rings and rings until someone picks up on the other end, saying hello as Eddie clears his throat.

"Hello?"

"Hey, is Y/N there?"

"Uh, no. I thought she was spending the night with you?"

"No, she is not here but I'll look around the trailer."

He sighs, hanging the phone up before searching the trailer. He sees no trace of her, the book she was reading lies on the coffee table untouched which kinda freaks him out. Something is giving him an eerie but saddened feeling. With no trace, he becomes worried as he looks outside and still nothing. He begins to worry before running back inside and calling the police, telling them that his girlfriend is no where to be found.

They send the chief out as Eddie sits and waits on the couch. Once the chief arrives, he begins asking Eddie a bunch of questions, fear plastered on his face as tears begin to spill from his eyes, showing the chief that he is terrified and didn't commit the crime of his girlfriend's disappearance.

They continue to ask questions as Eddie becomes too overwhelmed before they stop so he can take a few breathes, trying to calm himself down. They all take some time as Eddie wonders where you are, praying that you're okay.

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Once you begin to wake up, you look around the confined room and feels the pounding pain in the back of your head. You see a male in front of you, arms crossed as you stare at him. You try to scan his face so you can have a description for police, something she won't be able to do anytime soon. You feel his hand glide across your face, stinging before inhaling and exhaling. The man leaves you by yourself, closing and locking the door as you begin to yell.

You knew you were somewhere where anyone can't hear you, stopping and sitting there. Sighing, you decide to try and fight, knocking yourself over and onto the floor, causing the cheap wooden chair to break as your restraints loosen around your ankles and wrists.

"Jesus, that hurt." You murmur before getting yourself free from the ropes.

For the next few hours, you sit in the confined room and trying to find a way out, something to free you from the hell. That never came when the the same male from earlier comes back, holding a plate of food as he opens the heavy door, seeing you on the floor not tied up. Anger pours over him, coming closer and grabbing your face, seeing your scared and tired complexion.

"You stupid bitch," He said, dropping the plate of food. "You fucking slut,"

He rushes towards you as he pushes you back as your head hits the wall behind you, feeling the pain come back again but stronger as you feel him punching at your upper body including your face and neck. He moves his legs, kicking you in the stomach three times before going back to putting your hands and feet in the restraints again. You feel your stomach churn as you begin to purge, coughing as you spit the rest of the ruminants out of your mouth.

You lean against the wall, feeling very fragile and weak as every bit of movement hurt you severely. You have a coughing fit, thinking of your boyfriend and wondering if he is out looking for you.

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Twenty four hours passed without realizing it as you continue to sit in your confined and lonely room, praying for something good to happen as the hope begins to die. She began to wonder if she'll ever make it out but can't seem to deal with that overwhelming feeling. She lays there, lifeless and numb.

Every other hour, you would get abused to the point where you're in pain, lifeless and hanging onto life. You had no one to talk to, no one to interact with, no TV, nor books as you feel your depression get worse.

You have had food, but it wasn't enough same as water. The men in the house didn't want your prints marked on their dishes, along with convincing you that you're gonna die and no one cares about you. You tried not to believe them, but your whole body got the best of you.

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Eddie though, hasn't stopped looking for you. He even gathered Steve and Robin to help look for you, eventually finding nothing as he begins to loose hope. Steve and Robin try their hardest to keep Eddie going, telling him they'll find you somewhere.

"I just... I wanna be able to hold her again, kiss her. A piece of my heart has been ripped out, and I don't know if I'll ever get that piece back. I miss her."

"I'm sorry, man." Steve apologizes, feeling upset as well as Robin who rests her hand on Eddie's arm.

Tears well up in Eddie's eyes, sniffling before wiping the tears. He tries to keep his emotions in but cries as Steve and Robin try their best to calm him down, knowing that nothing will at this point. He cries for a while before getting the courage to keep looking, wiping away his tears, fearing that something bad happened and she is unable to move or live. With being sleep deprived, Eddie begins to hallucinate when he thought he saw you nearby, walking away from him.

Steve breaks him out of the trance, telling Eddie to hurry up as he follows Steve. He pulls out a medium-sized bottle of alcohol before opening the cap and taking a sip.

"Woah, drinking in mid day? Isn't it too early?"

"No, man. It's not. I'm losing myself here and need something to keep me company."

The carry on, looking around even more before giving up and going home. Eddie lays on the couch, staring off into the distance as he continues to drink more alcohol, not caring anymore. The stress takes over him, consuming him and making it difficult to do anything at that point, so he stays in the trailer and becomes isolated.

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You sit on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom of your captor's room, trying to process everything at the same time as the male stands right outside the door waiting for you to hurry up. Is you didn't get out in time, he would shoot you dead. You quickly and tiredly put your hands on the walls around you including the shower and toilet.

You flush the toilet and walk over to the sink, washing your hands as you unlock the door. You turn the nob, opening the bathroom door and stand behind the male. He is no where to be seen as you see the gun lying on a table beside you.

You notice that its not your typical pistol, it is a silencer pistol knowing that it will make no noise.

"Perfect," You whisper.

You keep the gun with you as you make your half dressed self way down the hall, keeping all senses open before seeing movement nearby. You hold the gun close, getting scared of the male as you accidentally shoot the male, causing a wave of fear was through you. Dropping the gun, thinking it is fake, you see a huge blood puddle around the deceased male.

It scares you as you run away, making way towards the back part of the house, trying to pry open the window until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your body.

"Where do you think you're going?"

You shout so many words that they don't make sense, causing your anxiety to be set high. He takes you back to the small room when he sees his friend dead and bleeding out for a gunshot wound. It causes his grip to loosen on you as you break free from his grasp, running towards the same area, this time pulling the window harder but fails again.

You get caught before being abused again, tossing your sore body into the confined room as you get tied up again, the male pulls out a knife and stabs you in your chest, barely missing your heart as the pain take over your body. You feel weak before laying there, not knowing what to do.

The male stands and walks away, needing a new plan due to the death of his own friend, deciding to call police to let them know a 'suicide' took place.

When the cops arrive, the male tells police that Michael (deceased male) had committed suicide. Of course, you didn't know the names of your abductors. You heard people walking around, too weak to move but knew that it had to be something good. So, you shout, thinking someone will hear you but nothing happens as you see the open wound, soaking your tank top.

"Help," You weakly call out. "Help. Please! I'm stuck."

You can tell no one was coming for you, so you lay there against the wall, slowly dying and telling yourself that this is your last day alive. You can't seem to speak out loud, but in your mind you muster up the words to say as Eddie flashes through your mind, wondering if he's okay. You hope and pray that you'll be out of the hell hole. You had no idea what day or time it was considering there's no clock around, so you went off of the counted hours in your head.

You go in and out of consciousness before blacking out all the way, lying there slowly loosing your life as your body tells you to take a little nap. No one is near you to save your life, so you convince yourself and accept that you're gonna die.

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When the police leave the house, the male makes his way down to the confined room, finding your lifeless body on the ground with a large amount of blood coming from the stab wound on her upper chest. He is relieved that you're dead before bringing your body out and shoving it under a bunch of blankets in the trunk. He drives out a semi rural area in Hawkins, disposing your body unaware that you are alive and not dead, weakly making your way through to survive. Once he drove off, you lay there but actually begin to feel awful once again, closing your eyes again.

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At the same scene your body is at, Steve and Robin notice a female body lying in a grassy part of rural area, feeling spooked before he rushes towards a phonebooth near by and calls the police, telling them where the location is at, having multiple cops come out including an ambulance.

When they arrive, the two officers clear Robin and Steve from the area before heading over to your body and see if you are still alive.

Steve is holding Robin in his arms, tears falling as they pray its not you. If it is, they hope your alive. Something unexpected begins to happen as it shocks everyone around them. One of the officers slides on a glove and gets down to you, putting his first two fingers on your skin, feeling the area where your pulse is.

Feeling slow beats of the pulse, he wonders if he's hallucinating but turned out he was right. You were alive and barely hanging onto life, fighting, so you can live to see another day,

"Holy crap," One officer says out loud.

"What?"

"She's alive! She's alive! Get a stretcher out here now!" He shouts as the paramedics get to you, working you before loading you up onto the stretcher.

Robin moves to look at you, seeing your badly bruised body as she wonders what you endured.

"We have to get to Eddie and tell him the news,"

"Yeah,"

The two get into Steve's car before driving towards Eddie's trailer, basically running up to the small house and frantically knocking on the door as he opens, clearly annoyed and a bit intoxicated.

"What?"

"They found her," Steve says.

"Found who?"

"Your girlfriend, Eddie. Y/N is alive and getting taken to the hospital."

"I don't believe you guys."

"Well, come on then."

Steve manages to get Eddie out of the trailer as they head to Hawkins's Medical Center and heads to the from desk asking about you. There is currently no information about you or what condition you're in as the three young adults move and take a seat in the waiting room, awaiting any news about you. They wait for hours and hours when a cop and doctor walk out of the operating room, coming to Eddie, Steve and Robin.

"We have declared that the woman that was brought in is in fact Y/N Y/L/N, based on the description of the missing poster." The detective reveals.

A wave of happiness flood their systems, but come back and listens to what the doctor has to say about your condition. He tries to explain it the best he can, but is uncertain of you awaking from your coma. The doctor also tells them that the surgery will be even longer dur to such horrendous injuries.

As the time passes, the three sit there as Nancy arrives wondering what happened as she hears that you being found is all over the news.

"Is.. Is she okay?"

"I don't know," Steve says, looking at Eddie and seeing that his nerves are high.

Eddie is sitting there, leaned over a bit as his chin rests in his hand, tears welling up in his eyes. The thought of loosing you made his mind wander but snaps out of the dark thoughts when he rises to his feet and makes way toward the counter, asking about you.

"She just got out of surgery, but it'll take a little while longer due to injuries."

He nods, saying okay before walking back to his seat. He sits down, leaning back as he taps his foot up and down. He rises and asks again later, but gets a different answer. He gets the okay to go and see you as he felt great excitement about it but has to keep calm.

He grabs a 'hello my name is...' sticker, writing his name before sticking it on as he walks towards the hall, making his way through the hallway and finding your room and the room number. Taking a breath, he calms his fast paced heart before entering as his eyes hit your lifeless figure. Just the sight of you made him upset as he sits beside you and crying into your hand.

"I'm sorry, I should've protected you. It's all my fault that you're in this position. I'm so sorry."

The night went very slow due to the coma, but everyone held their heads high and pray for you, hoping the prayers will be answered and they do. A few hours later, you suddenly wake up, panicking as you don't recognize the room you're in when you see someone familiar. Eddie carefully holds you close as he comforts you the best he can as he tries to not scare you.

"It's okay, I got you." He says quietly, loud enough for you to hear.

"E-Eddie?"

"Yeah, it's me. Don't worry, I'm here. I'm here." He comforts her.

A month later.

Walking out of your boyfriend's trailer with your crutches, you stop and see Eddie pulling up to the small house before getting out of his vehicle. Greeting you with a kiss, you both make it inside and he helps you get comfortable before he takes a seat next to you, excited to tell you the news of the three men who captured you.

"One of the men, Michael Riviera was found dead at the scene. Police believe that it was a suicide-"

"I shit him, Ed. I shot him on accident, okay?"

"I know. I know you would never shoot anyone unless you are protecting yourself."

"Proceed,"

"The two other men, Nick and Theodore Miller, who are brothers, and they were sent to prison without the possibility of parole due to immense amount of violence done to you."

"Wow, Eds. That is great news, honestly."

"Yeah, and I'm happy that you're alive and well."

"No, alive and healing. I'm a survivor. I went through hell and made it out. I pretty much was a miracle basically. Not very many people survive abductions, especially women."

"Yeah, I know."

"Anyway, I have to keep this brace on for another few weeks due to my injuries,"

"Jesus, that sucks.:

You look around the room, noticing your untouched book has collected dust but you pick it up anyway and begin to read the page you left off, remembering the night you were taken away from Eddie. The one who you loved so much, knowing how hurt you both were. You continue on through the page, trying to stay calm but can't seem to read the book due to the past events. The last time you read your book, you were taken and held captive in a tiny room for over two days. You close your book and set it down, trying to understand everything you went through.

Even though you don't understand everything that happened that night, you pushed through life and didn't give up because you had a good support system and a boyfriend who wanted the best for you so you decided to do what's right not only for you mentally but physically.

[oneforthemunny]

strangerprompts: turn back time |eddie munson x reader|

prompt: #8 you step into a hole-in-the-wall bar for a drink and suddenly find yourself in a different decade.

from strangerprompts writing challenge made by @bettyfrommars @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing <3 this was so fun!!! please check it out and consider writing for yourself!

warnings: language. time travel. but nothing crazy.

“It should be illegal.” You huff, nails digging into the leather of your steering wheel. The GPS shouted at you another robotic turn, drumming out the sound of your roommate on the other line. 

“I mean, seriously? Making me travel alone to- to the middle of nowhere. Ro, I’m not even kidding, it looks like the town Deliverance was filmed in. It’s the middle of nowhere.” You scoff, looking at the rundown building passing by you, all crumbling with desperate need of a renovation. 

“No, it can’t be Deliverance. They didn’t have hotels there.” Roslyn snicker floated through your car’s speakers. “C’mon, it’s not that bad.” 

“It is.” You grumbled. “And then they want us to meet at this bar for mingling. I don’t even know if I’m going to the right place!” You threw your hands up, smacking them on the steering wheel dramatically, turning it as the GPS announced you’d arrived. 

The Hideout- or at least, that’s what you could make out from the peeling sign above the building. “Jesus Christ, I’m getting murdered.” You muttered, sending Ro howling in laughter. “I’m not even joking. I’m about to be a topic on a fucking podcast.” 

“Stop.” Roslyn wheezed through laughter. “You’re not gonna get murdered.” 

“I don’t- This place doesn’t even look open.” You exhaled sharply, flicking through your phone, ensuring this was the right place. “Ro, you have to swear to me if I get murdered, you’ll make sure the true crime freaks won’t make Etsy merch about me.” 

“Calm down,” Ro laughed. “You’re not gonna get murdered. It’s just not the hipster ass bars you’re used to.” 

“No,” You muttered, locking your door quickly, clutching your purse to your side. “I really might. Stay on the phone with me.” 

“What?” Roslyn’s voice broke through the static. “I can’t- You’re cutting ou-” 

“Fuck.” You hissed, looking down at your phone as you climbed the stairs. Call Failed flashing back at you, no bars to be found. 

Turn around, get back in your car, and say fuck it. You do not need this job this bad. 

Yes, you actually do. 

A painful reminder of your maxed credit card, student loans, and rent flashed before your eyes, silencing your bitter thoughts. Sliding your phone into your purse, you clung to the strap tightly.

“Just stay fifteen minutes, then say you feel sick.” You muttered to yourself, reaching for the rusted handle. 

The entryway was dark, eerily quiet to be a bar. You almost thought it wasn’t one, if it wasn’t for the bright neon sign shining at the end. Welcome! Glowing in blinding red letters, underneath it in blue, the piercing glow that read: Stay A While. 

“So weird.” You muttered, your arms wrapping around yourself. 

The air turned colder with every step you took, following the bright signs- the only source of light, down the dark hallway. Your heart hammered in your ears, clutching your purse close to you. Just as you were about to panic, chest swelling with fear, veins icy as the air- you heard it. 

A muffled roar of an electric guitar, a tiny sliver of golden light peering beneath the heavy door. You pushed the door open, met with a sudden wave of warmth, the dim lights of the bar blinding you still. 

“Watch it, sweetheart.” A man with a tray of beers muttered, swiveling past you. 

“Sorry,” You squeaked, looking around the crowded dive bar. You scanned the packed tables for anyone from the conference, shimmying in between tables, peering over teased hair for anyone. 

“Fuck me,” You huffed, settling at a sticky bar booth, still littered with half drank beers and peanuts- the only one available. “No way I’m the first one.” 

You plopped your purse on to the seat of the booth, an iron grip still on the strap. You could feel the cutting glances still cast on you from the others, they’d had followed you from the moment you walked in. Judgemental, all accompanied with a lifted brow. 

Should look in the mirror, You thought bitterly, rummaging through your purse. They’re the ones wearing that outdated, ugly shit.

“Where the fuck- I know I put it in here.” You muttered, taking out the wrappers, your wallet, desperately trying to find your phone. 

“‘Scuse me,” You jumped, eyes wide when you looked up, clutching your purse to your chest. 

Dark eyes met yours, a dimpled smile joining them. “Sorry,” The man lifted his hand carefully, the other balancing a black bucket stacked with glasses. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to see if it was ok if I clear this outta the way for you?” 

“Y-Yeah, sorry.” You muttered bashfully. “Yes, that would be great. Thank you.” 

A ringed hand passed in front of you, the light catching in the skull before it grabbed a glass. You moved back to your purse, furiously checking each pocket, chest growing tighter and tighter with fear. 

“You alright?” The busboy asked, swiping another glass, stacking it into the bucket with a soft rattling clank. 

“Yeah- I mean, not really.” You turned, head craning towards the door. “I think I lost my phone in that hallway.” 

“Hallway?” He laughed, his name tag flashing towards you- Eddie, decorated with sharpie drawn bats and devil horns. “Phone’s on the wall over there.” Eddie nodded towards the bar, an old dial up phone mounted there, a sign that the charge is a quarter above it. 

Your brows creased. You didn’t even know those things worked, you always assumed they were decoration for the… edgy aesthetic of the place. 

“No, I mean my cell phone.” You shook your head lightly. “I think I dropped it in that hallway back there.” You pointed towards the swinging door. 

Eddie frowned at you, stilling as his eyes scanned your features. “Are you- Are you feeling ok?” He asked. 

“What?” You snapped defensively. 

“Did someone slip something in your drink or something?” Eddie asked carefully. “Gotta be careful with those old guys. They look harmless but they’re gnarly-” 

“-What? No.” You shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I-I haven’t even had a drink. I just got here. I’m supposed to meet some people from a conference, but I can’t find my phone-” 

“-Your phone?” Eddie’s nose crinkled in confusion. 

“Yes. My phone.” You barked in irritation. “My cell phone?” 

Eddie blinked at you. “What is that European?” He shrugged. 

“What? Are you fucking with me-” 

“-No,” Eddie held his hands up. “No, I just- I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” He laughed nervously. “And I mean you’re dressed… different. Not that it’s bad!” He added frantically. 

“I just assumed you were European or something. Not from here anyways.” Eddie muttered, leaning against the table. 

You blinked. It felt like you were in a dream, like everything you were saying was mute, confusing, in Wonderland and entirely discombobulated. 

“You… You don’t have cell phones here?” You asked slowly. 

Eddie shook his head, curls bouncing. “Nope. Not here, sweetheart. Hasn’t made its way to Hawkins, Indiana yet, but sounds pretty-” 

“-What?” You hissed, chest booming with a fear filled ache, sure your heart had stopped entirely. “What did you just say?” 

Eddie’s face fell, his flirtatious grin disappearing. “Hawkins? Indiana?” He said slowly, eyes narrowing when your face paled. “Hey, are you ok? Did you take something?” 

“N-No, I-I don’t- I d-didn’t-” 

“-Look,” Eddie slid into the booth beside you. “You’re not gonna scare me off if you did somethin’, alright? I’m not nearly as conservative as these other bogus losers.” 

You couldn’t speak, mouth dry, heart caught in your throat, hammering away so fiercely your ears were ringing. “What’d you take? Blow? K? Pills or somethin’?” His arm brushed yours, head ducking towards you. “It’s fine, whatever it is, I’m- I’m really good with dealing with this sorta thing, if you can believe it.” 

“I-I didn’t take anything.” You droned, nearly automated. “I just- I-I was walking down the hallway, and-” 

“-Hey, I’m just trying to help you.” Eddie said softly, his tone pulling your attention back to meet his gaze. “Did you hit your head?” 

“N-No, I- The hallway-” 

“-That,” Eddie pointed towards the swinging door. “Is a bathroom.” You watched as the door swung open, as if on cue, a girl with blue painted lids and crimped hair piled high stepping out. 

“The closest thing to a hallway here is to the dumpster out back.” Eddie grinned at you softly. It was sweet, but you couldn’t bring yourself to smile back, body trembling with fear. 

Eddie felt it, frowning at you softly. “Do you need me to call an ambulance? Call someone for you?” 

“No,” You swallowed hard. “I-I need to leave. I have-I gotta get out of here.” Panic rose through your chest, trying to push him out of the booth, climb over him, anything. 

“Hey, easy,” Eddie slid out of your way. “Hang on-” You ignored him, pushing past him towards the door. 

Outside, the sun was still just beginning to set, that was the only thing that was the same. 

Your car was gone, in its place a line of cars- old cars, but still shiny? Still new, not rusted with wear or dulled colors from age. The buildings were no longer crumbling, signs still new and displayed proudly. 

“No, no, no, no.” Your chest heaved, fingers threading through your hair. “What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck is going on?” 

“Hey!” Eddie grabbed your shoulder, pulling your attention towards him. “Hey, I-I don’t think you should be driving-” 

“-My car.” You gasped. “Where the fuck is my car? I-It was right here,” You turned, throwing your hands out. “Right here!” 

Eddie looked around, a blush rising to his cheeks at the judgy looks the passersby were giving. “Maybe you should come back inside-” 

“-No.” You barked, shaking your head furiously. “No. I-I’m not-” Through the window, a glimmer of a photo caught your eye. 

Your walk back inside felt nearly trance like, everything underwater, Eddie’s voice droning out with the others. A painting of two cartoonized children waving fistfuls of flowers gleefully- though that wasn’t what caught your attention. It was the printed lettering underneath it that made your blood run cold. 

“Hey, why don’t you take a seat, an-and I’ll call someone-” 

“-Is this,” You swallowed, pointing at the wall. “This isn’t right, r-right? Thi-This isn’t- There’s no way.” 

Eddie frowned, looking at the wall. “I mean, yeah, it needs to be changed now. I guess it’s technically May now, Mick just hasn’t gotten around to flipping it-” 

“-No, this-this says…” Your finger traced the numbers, glaring at you in bright red. “1986?” You squeaked. 

Eddie blinked at you. “Yeah,” He nodded slowly. 

Your vision filled with dark splotches, fading in and out of focus on the calendar in front of you. Your knees buckled, purse slipping between your fingers before you fell limply, Eddie’s frantic voice ringing in your ears the last thing you heard before your consciousness slipped. 

[harrywavycurly]

What You Deserve Part 1: Think About It

Masterlist: here

CW: Language and brief mention of your ex

Tag List: @littlered0000 @saramelaniemoon @ali-r3n @sapphire4082 @sweetmoonlove0214 @eddies-girl-22 @darknesseddiem @peaches-roses-sins @blckburd

A/N: In this series you call Steve by his full name aka Steven and you’ll learn why in the next part but I hope y’all enjoy this start to this series and honestly we love a supportive bestie✨

[hes-a-rainbow]

Heaven and Hell (Part 3) ~ e.m.

A/N: I’m not really sure if anyone is actually reading this, but if you enjoy, please share! I will be updating every Wednesday 🖤

Summary: After four long years apart, Noah and Eddie finally reunite.

Warnings: angst, idiots in love, talks of loneliness and past trauma (S4 events), blink and you’ll miss it mention of ptsd, mentions of scars, fix it fic, language, unedited mess

Word Count: 3.5k

(Divider by @silkholland​)

Series Masterlist

AO3

Eddie has played out just about a million different scenarios since he learned from Harrington this afternoon that Noah was back in town. He thought about all of the things he wanted to ask her; all of the things he left unsaid on that fateful night four years ago.

And none of them had started with, ‘Hey Slugger’.

He had thought about it up until the moment he stepped out of his truck and clambered up Harrington’s front steps, letting himself in as the door was unlocked. He had made his rounds, chatting with his friends, and catching up quickly with Nancy and Jonathan before his nerves got the best of him.

He was searching the crowd non-stop for her, even though Steve had mentioned she would be arriving a little later, but his heart skipped in his chest every time he thought he caught a glimpse of her hair.

He finally realized that he needed some fresh air and a smoke and as fate would have it, there she stood. She looked ethereal under the harsh lighting of Steve’s porch but she was still just as beautiful as he remembered. She looks different now, curves having filled out a little bit more throughout her body, but he swears she is still the most gorgeous human being he has ever seen.

His brain sometimes does this thing where it has a mind of its own, and he couldn’t seem to stop the words from coming out of his mouth until it was too late.

She just stood there, eyes wide and mouth constantly opening and closing like a goldfish, and for a split second, Eddie thinks maybe she’s in shock or something. But he continues to watch her as her hands roll into fists by her sides.

She squeaks out a small, “Hi,” before taking a step towards him, but ends up double guessing herself and she just ends up looking like one of those figures on those big yellow crosswalk signs.

Eddie can’t help but laugh, happy that at least she seems as nervous as he does, but definitely not hiding it as well as him.

“That’s all you have to say?” He doesn’t mean for the words to come out so harsh, he meant for them to be more casual, joking even, but again, his brain is spitting it out before he can catch up.

He walks past her, leaning on the railing on the front porch as he puts the cigarette back into his mouth, lightening it quickly. She waits for him to exhale before she takes a step closer to him. He notices her fiddling with the ring on her left hand, but it’s too dark to actually make out what it is. His heart leaps at the thought of the skull ring he had once given her, there was no doubt in his mind she had long since gotten rid of it.

“How have you been?” She moves her arms towards him, almost as if by muscle memory but stops herself to pull her leather jacket closer around her and crosses her arms over her chest. Eddie sees it all through his peripheral vision as he takes another drag.

He holds in the smoke longer than usual, not wanting to answer her right away as his mind races. He leans away from her as he lets out the smoke, choosing to tap some of the ash from the cigarette away first before turning to her, “Peachy.”

Again, it comes out too harsh for his liking but he just can’t seem to help himself. Every time he looks at her, he sees that night all over again, that night when she tore his heart in two and then left with the other half, assuring that he would never be able to love again.

And he had tried, fuck had he tried. The first year without her went by agonizingly slow. Every single thing he had reminded him of her, because how could it not? They had been together since they were 17. She was it for him; he had never considered a life without her. And he had always thought she felt the same way. But maybe he was just blinded by love, too young and naive to see that she had been pulling away from him ever since they defeated Vecna. He had put it off as her dealing with the trauma of the situation, they had all dealt in different ways but he was only able to make it through those first excruciating days in the hospital because she was right there by his side.

But she so easily left his side, even after always promising she never would. He had gotten used to it by now, people he cared for had been leaving him his entire life, but he just never imagined she would be one of them.

After finally getting his GED, he had put all of his time into vocational school learning everything there was to know about cars and he was even able to restore an old truck from scratch (which was still one of his greatest achievements to date.) Things started looking up for him, the owner of the body shop he worked at seemed to really like him and before long Eddie was promoted to manager. He was making more money than ever before, actually enrolling into more school by taking business classes at night at the local community college.

Turns out school was a lot easier when you were actually interested in what you were learning.

Three years later and here he is, proud owner of ‘Munson Auto Shop’ which sits proudly on main street and is the go to auto shop for the tri county area. He’s even managed to save enough money to buy a house. Nothing crazy, just a small ranch with two bedrooms and a garage. The extra bedroom was mostly just his ‘jam room’.

After he had purchased the house, he had a huge party and he finally felt happier than he had in years. But it wasn’t until everybody left that he noticed just how quiet the place was. The house wasn’t that much bigger than the trailer he grew up in, but it still seemed too big for just him. He always felt like something was missing or rather someone, but he couldn’t find it in himself to consider that for too long.

He had gone out for drinks one night with Steve and Robin, eventually admitting to them that as proud as he was to be a homeowner, especially at his young age, he hated going home at night to an empty house.

The next morning Robin had woken him up from a deep slumber by continuously ringing his doorbell. He was still rubbing out the sleep from his eyes when she yelled out, ‘surprise!’. She was an overweight, grumpy looking mutt of a dog. It was quite the change at first, Ozzy might not have been a puppy, but as a rescue it took both he and Eddie some time to get used to each other. Ozzy had quickly become Eddie’s best friend, much to Dustin’s chagrin, and the new mascot of Munson Auto Shop, driving shotgun with his dad everyday to the garage.

Eddie pulls off a piece of Ozzy’s fur from his black jeans, watching as it gets picked up and taken with the wind. Noah huffs out a breath next to him grabbing his attention once more.

“Guess I deserved that…” She kicks a lone rock off the porch and they both watch as it lands unceremoniously into the grass without a sound.

Eddie throws the remainder of the cigarette on the ground, stomping his sneakers on top to put it out. His eyes remain on his shoe as he speaks up again, “Sorry I–I don’t–It’s just…”

“It’s weird isn’t it?” Noah finishes for him. His head pops up to look at her and she has a small smile on her face which he gladly returns. “Yeah, it is weird.”

They both share a laugh together, and it’s almost as if nothing has changed between them. Like all of those years apart never existed and they’re finally coming back together.

Eddie takes a seat on the front steps and she follows by sitting down next to him, crossing her ankles due to her short dress. Eddie clasps his hands together as he leans on his knees, “Was it everything you dreamed of?”

She doesn’t respond right away, and when he looks over at her she seems confused.

“New York,” He clarifies, “The city of dreams.” He whispers out as he turns one of the rings on his finger looking away from her and out into the night, “Was it everything you ever wanted?”

Was it worth leaving me, is what he wants to ask; but he won’t.

He watches as she looks out across the front lawn of Steve’s freshly manicured grass; she seems mesmerized. Before she looks back over at Eddie, she’s shaking her head before finally responding definitively, “No. No, it wasn’t.”

If the years were kinder to them, he would ask what she meant, he would ask what happened, more importantly, he would ask if she had fallen in love with someone else. Robin said she mentioned it was just her and her daughter but to have a whole kid with someone…. Eddie shakes the thought out of his head, he was way too sober to go there right now.

He clears his throat, “Well, I’m sorry.” Noah looks up at him, seemingly surprised by his apology but he continues, “I’m sorry you didn’t find what you were looking for. You only deserve the best.” Again, the silence lingers on between them as they listen to the symphony of crickets around them, hidden somewhere in the grass. They both just stare at each other, as if trying to remember every detail of how they look at this very moment.

“Thanks…” Her voice cracks just the slightest but Eddie still catches it. His hand move to give her knee a reassuring squeeze, but he stops himself, instead putting them into the pocket of his jeans. He has to remember things aren’t like they used to be.

He takes a deep breath, looking over to her from the side of his eye as she picks at some chipped nail polish on her fingers. “So…you’re like a whole ass mom now?”

She looks at him as if he’s grown another head out of his neck before she bursts out in laughter. He can’t help but laugh along with her. He could tell it was one of her genuine laughs, the one she has when something catches her off guard and she can’t help the little snort that comes out. Her hand smacks over her mouth like it always used to, Eddie automatically grabbing her wrist and moving it out of the way like he always used to. He had always loved her laugh and her smile, but she was self conscious and would always cover her mouth. It felt like second nature to touch her again, but the way she retracts her arm from him tells him all he needs to know.

“Sorry,” he apologizes quickly as he holds his hands up in surrender. This time his voice cooperates and it comes out soft. “No,” She’s shaking her head and leans over, resting her hand on his forearm quickly and giving him an awkward ‘pat’. “It’s just–”

“Weird.” He finishes for her. She reaches out for his forearm again, this time giving it a little squeeze. “Yeah,” she agrees. She pulls her hand away far too quickly for Eddie’s liking and he’s scared she’s about to walk away again. He’s very aware that she still has not even entered the party yet and he wants to spend just a little more alone time with her.

The night air is humid and Noah shrugs off her leather jacket, revealing the spaghetti strap of her dress. He tries and fails to not look at the slight cleavage she is showing. His heart rate picks up slightly among other parts of his body.

Eddie looks away, clearing his throat,“Is she cool?” As she places the jacket in her lap, she doesn’t miss a beat when she replies, “The coolest.” Her smile is so authentic and he can tell just how much she loves that little girl from the look on her face alone.

“What’s her name?” Steve and Robin had already filled in everything they knew but he wanted to keep her talking; wanted her to stay with him just a little bit longer.

She beams as she replies, “Scarlett.” He sees a twinkle in her eye he hadn’t seen in years and his heart feels like it’s about to fall out of his ass but he just nods his head, “Metal.” She laughs even though they both know how lame his joke is.

He rolls up the sleeves of his jean shirt, giving his hands something to do so they don’t reach over towards her like he so desperately wants too. He hears her breath catch next to him and his senses go into overload as he scans the area around them, checking to see if there is danger nearby; a side effect of the Upside Down.

“Eddie,” She whispers his name as she places both of her hands on his arm, this time with absolutely no hesitation. He turns to see her looking at his arms, her pointer fingers drags over the scars that he has since covered with tattoos, or more specifically, flowers. His scars were big and covered much of his body and for a long time it was something he was very self conscious about. Even after all this time, he still found himself wearing long sleeves in the summer more than what was considered normal.

He had decided a few years ago that he wanted to cover them up with something beautiful; to have life come from all the pain he felt. It started off slowly, but eventually both of his arms were covered in flowers. Roses, pansies, hibiscus, you name it. Intersecting with the flowers were tiny vines, thick with thorns and interwoven throughout the messy scars. It was his daily reminder that life had changed in an instant for him, but that even in the darkest of places, something good could still grow.

“Oh, uh yeah…” He reaches back with his other arm to scratch his neck, suddenly very self conscious about her opinion on them, “I decided to cover up the um scars, ya know? Didn’t like looking at them anymore.” His eyes remain on her hands and he can feel her gaze on him but he’s too much of a coward to look up; too scared to see that maybe she hates them or something. But it wouldn’t matter, he reminds himself; it shouldn’t.

She turns to face him more, the arm that was facing away from him now in full view. His breath caught just as hers did as he finally saw it.

A giant rose, blooming from a long stem filled with thorns.

It had covered the scar she had gotten during the battle of Starcourt, the mind flayers claws barely missing her as Eleven pushed her out the way. It was long before Eddie even knew about the Upside Down. 

Noah had been working at the mall at some sunglass kiosk when she had found out about the underground Russian base from Steve and Robin. It killed her to lie to Eddie but she wanted to keep him as far away from all of that as possible. She had told him she got it escaping the mall that night and didn’t come clean until a year later, when he was faced with the consequences of the Upside Down himself.

He scoffs, his own hand reaching up to trace the design on her arm, his thumb brushing over the stem lightly. He could see goosebumps rising on her arms even in the darkness but he keeps his hand in place.

“I guess great minds think alike.” Again, Noah snorts, and Eddie can’t help but turn his head to the side as he questions her, “What?”

“It was Scarlett’s idea.” Eddie’s eyebrows rise against his forehead before she continues to explain, “As soon as she could talk she would ask about it, she was all, ‘Mama what’s that, where did that come from, why don’t I have one?’” They both laugh as she mimics the little girl's voice.

“And what did you tell her?”

“I told her the truth.” Eddie opens his mouth dramatically, eyebrows furrowed together so close they're almost touching. “Well, enough of the truth for a three year old to understand.” She continues, his fingers lazily tracing over the floral design “I told her I got this slaying a dragon. His talons barely missing me as a powerful mage used her gifts to save me.” Her eyes connect with his again, “I tell her stories before bedtime. Sometimes she wants to add things like unicorns or butterflies but it’s basically the same story over and over.”

Eddie can’t stop himself before he asks, “And does she know about me?” Noah studies his face for a second before replying, “She knows about Ser Edward the Brave.”

His face flushes as his heart just can’t seem to stop beating so damn fast. “And what’s your title in these stories, hm? Princess? Damsel in Distress?”

She scoffs, “Fuck that!” She nudges him with her shoulder as she confesses, “Obviously, Elven Warrior Queen.”

His head leans back as he barks out a laugh into the night, “Obviously!”

Their heads lean forward as they both laugh, Eddie’s hand still holding onto Noah’s arm. His stomach feels like it’s on a roller coaster as he reminisces about this feeling. Something he hasn’t felt since for four years now and he can’t help but wonder if she feels it too.

Both of their laughter slowly dies down and they’re suddenly just staring at each other. Noah opens her mouth to say something at the same time Eddie moves his hand to cheek. His thumb grazing her cheek lightly.

But the moment is quickly broken, both of them snapped out of whatever reverie they had fallen into when Dustin Henderson barrels out the front door. Noah immediately stands up, leather jacket falling off her lap and plopping on the step stones below.

“Holy shit!” Dustin just about wakes up the whole neighborhood as he races towards her. Eddie stands just in time to place a hand on her back, stopping her from falling off the steps as Dustin engulfs her in a hug.

“Careful, Henderson!” Eddie barks at the high school senior, hearing as his giggles mix with Noah’s. But Dustin doesn’t seem to notice or care as his words sound mumbled against her hair, “I thought Steve was fucking with us! But holy shit!”

It isn’t long before all the kids, even though they were much older now and about to graduate from high school in one month’s time, had spilled out onto the tiny porch of Steve’s house engulfing Noah in hugs of their own and all of them asking her questions at the same time. Eddie takes the interruption as a sign to leave, they were obviously just as excited and happy to have her back as he was.

He slips through Lucas and Will, shimmying himself through the front door as he hears Mike screaming something about a graduation party. As the door shuts behind him and he heads for the nearest alcoholic drink, he feels as if his heart is attached to a wire, pulling him back as he walks further and further away from her.

He feels stupid, having only been with her for a few moments and it has already brought back all of his feelings in a rushing tidal wave. He had told himself he would be better, at least have her work harder for him to accept her so suddenly again but here he was, welcoming her back with open arms almost as soon as he saw her.  

And he can’t help but wonder if she feels the same way, because they were definitely about to kiss on those steps…right? What exactly was she about to say before Henderson interrupted him. It was just like all those years ago, when Henderson would randomly show up to Eddie’s trailer during the couples alone time. Noah was always too kind of course, welcoming Dustin in, who didn’t seem to notice anything amiss as he plopped himself next to her on the couch while Eddie was forced to sit in Wayne’s recliner, a pillow on his lap for at least the next half hour.

Eddie rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands, he couldn’t be thinking of those types of memories right now.

“Hey man, you good?” He hears Steve behind him as he claps a hand on his shoulder before turning around.

“Fucking peachy, Harrington.” Eddie states before grabbing Steve’s drink and slamming it in one gulp against Steve’s protests.

[localemofreak]

The One That Got Away.

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Based on the song:

The One That Got Away - Katy Perry

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Story: you and Eddie were basically high school sweethearts, you were just completely in love with each other- seeming like you were never apart. But one day- you had to move away for college, and not wanting to deal with the stress of long distance, you broke it off with Eddie. More than a couple of years pass and you are now in your late 20’s returning back home for the first time since moving away- you couldn’t seem to forget about what you had with Eddie, but he seemingly moved on.. or did he truly??-

‼️Warning‼️: use of y/n, slight angst, reader moves away, reader and Eddie both get heartbroken, crying, huge time jump, mention of older!eddie, reader gets hurt even more, slight friendly affection, ending is kinda good if you think it is, etc. (please tell me if I forgot anything!)

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The year was 1986- you and Eddie had been dating since you were in junior year (and Eddie’s first retake of senior year) , and you guys were probably the cutest couple in all of Hawkins.

You were just obsessed with each other, spending every second of the day together, the love you had for each other just seeming to never go away.

The year you both graduated, you had planned spending that entire summer with Eddie- just having as much fun you two could have in this small town.

It seemed like it was a continuing cycle- Eddie would come pick you up from your house in his van, he would bring you on a date somewhere around town, you two would then end up making out in his van after (sometimes you two would hook up in the back, but it really depended on the time), then you would go to his trailer and chill around with him in his room until it was time for you to head back home.

You guys just seemed to have everything perfect, there was no issues at all- and Eddie was head over heels in love with you.

He genuinely thought you would be the one he would spend the rest of his life with and he would always tell you that..

That’s why you were so afraid to tell him that you were heading to California for college, but you knew sooner or later he would find out.

And then that dreaded day came..

Eddie was excited to spend the last few days of the summer with you- he had a whole day planned for you and him, but the smile he had on his face as he pulled up instantly turned into a look of confusion as he noticed you bringing boxes out to a small moving truck.

Eddie noticed how you noticed his van had pulled up in front of your house, causing you to quickly move a box onto the truck before you started to try and quickly make your way back inside, obviously avoiding Eddie.

“Y/n??- what.. what’s all this?..” Eddie called out as he made his way out of his van, the confused look still on his face.

You just froze in front of your front door, your back facing him to hide your tear stained face.

You just stayed quiet, hoping that he would just somehow disappear at that moment, but you knew he wouldn’t- and you knew you couldn’t have just left without him knowing, he had to know.

“I’m leaving..” you mumbled with your head down, Eddie couldn’t even hear what you said as he made his way towards you.

“Wait what?- y/n look at me please..” He said, still giving a confused look as he moved his hand to rest on your shoulder, trying to force you to turn and look at him.

You just quickly pushed his hand off your shoulder and shook your head, letting out small sniffles as you finally turned to face him with your tear stained face.

“I’m leaving Eddie.” You said, your tone slightly sharp which caused Eddie to furrow his eyebrows slightly, just still so confused about what was happening.

“W- okay wait, what do you mean you’re leaving??..” he said, looking down at you as he tried to bring one of his hands up to wipe the tears off your cheek.

Your hand just instantly came up to stop his, pushing it back towards his chest pretty harshly which caused him to look at you with a slight shocked look on his face.

“I told you a while ago I was planning on going to college Eddie.. in California- I’m leaving today.” You muttered through silent tears, shaking your head as you started making your way back inside your house.

Eddie’s brown eyes just widened as he quickly followed after you inside.

“Wait you never told me this-! I thought you were gonna stay here with me.. baby- wait please-!” He said, obviously panicking a little as he quickly stopped you as you got to the stairs, his hands moving to grab yours as he turned you to face him.

“Eddie please- I get that you want to just live your life carefree but I need to worry about my future okay??” You said through sniffles, pulling your hands away from his as you quickly started making your way upstairs to grab more boxes from your room.

“But what about OUR future y/n?!- the future that we promised ourselves?!” He called out, honestly totally freaking out over the fact you were moving away as he quickly followed you into your room.

As you grabbed a box, you noticed how he had basically blocked the doorway with his body, refusing to let you continue trying to run off while he talked to you.

“There is no future between us Eddie-!! Okay?? How can there be a future between us when I’m fucking halfway across the country?!!” You screamed at him, honestly not giving a shit if your parents could hear you from downstairs.

Eddie just looked at you with wide eyes in shock, you had never screamed at him before- he just stared at your red, tear stained face as he took a moment to comprehend what you just said.

“Wh-what… what do you mean by that baby?.. come on, you don’t actually mean that sweetheart..” he said, his voice soft since he was just kinda in shock- he didn’t want what he was thinking, to be the truth.

“Eddie this isn’t going to work out between us..” you muttered out with quiet sobs.

Those words just instantly hit Eddie like a train- his heart fell and shattered into his stomach, his face instantly dropped and his eyes started to fill with tears.

There was a slight ringing in his ears, what you said couldn’t be true- maybe he was just dreaming, maybe he was just having a truly bad dream and he would wake from it any second.

But seconds passed.. and it didn’t seem like he was waking up at any moment.

“..so- you’re just breaking up with me??..” he finally managed to mutter out quietly, his eyes full of tears and pain as he looked down at you.

You just stayed quiet, small sniffles escaping from you as you shook your head and looked down- unable to look up at him as small tears trailed down your face.

“Just like that-?.. we’re done??..” he got out in his shaky voice, his brown eyes slightly glaring at you.

You could tell he was upset and hurt- you could just feel the pain and anger from the glare he was burning through you.

He loved you more than anything in this life, and here you were- breaking his heart.

“Eddie.. you know I love you-” you got out quietly, your red puffy eyes finally moving to look at him.

His face was now red and just full of tears as he stood there, his fists clenched at his side- he didn’t know how to react.

At that moment he wanted to just punch a hole through your wall, but also he wanted to just break down on the ground and sob, just wanting to curl at your feet and beg for you to try and work things out.

But his body just couldn’t get him to do either besides freeze there while staring at you.

You decided after a moment of just staring at each other to make a move, your body slowly shuffling towards him as your shaky hand moved up to cup the side of his face.

You noticed how his eyes moved from your face to your hand, just looking down at it for a moment before looking back at your tear stained face- not saying a word.

“I didn’t want to do this Ed’s- you know that..” you whispered out through sniffles, looking up into his brown doe eyes.

But Eddie just shook his head and took in a deep breath, one of his hands moving to slowly pull yours off his face.

“No y/n… it’s fine- I’ll just get going now, I don’t want to slow you down.” He muttered out, his voice quiet but also slightly sharp sounding as he let out a tiny huff- his body moving to take a step back from you.

Your eyes just filled with more tears as you watched him instantly distance himself, the hurt obvious in his face and body.

You just shook your head as small sobs finally started to escape from you, your eyes watching as he brought his gaze down and instantly stormed out of your room.

You just broke down, your body forcing you to your knees as you leaned against your bed- the sound of heavy sobs escaping from you as you heard the front door swing open before slamming shut.

You just couldn’t seem to get your body to move- you were just stuck crying on the floor, all alone in your room full of small boxes.

Soon enough, your parents had slowly come upstairs, deciding to let you have your moment as they moved the boxes for you.

And after a moment- you managed to collect yourself, just completely numb with your tear filled eyes as you helped them put the rest of your shit into the truck.

This was just another step in your life, one that you needed to just walk over and move on from-

One big step.

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It had been a pretty long since you have been back in Hawkins.

Yeah, you would visit here and there for holidays- but you never genuinely stayed and rested down back in your hometown.

You had decided to stay in California and lived there after you managed to find a pretty good job- you had even managed to find a few guys here and there and pretty much seemed to move on with your life.

But there was always that one thing stuck in the back of your mind- that being Eddie.

God you missed him- you missed what you had with him, you missed all the fun you used to have with him- you just missed him.

But it had been years, you were now in your late 20’s- you should have forgotten about him by now, he was just some high school boy that you loved, but it was way more that that..

and you knew it.

You had arrived at your parents place, being super glad they decided to let you stay with them for the time being until you find a nice little place either in or right outside of Hawkins.

You just missed home, after living in California for so long- you had started to get homesick, missing all your friends and family.. and certainly other things.

Currently, it was around 4:30 pm and your mom was starting to prepare a little ‘welcome home’ meal for dinner.

You had decided to help out, missing the feeling of just spending time with your mom after being away from her for so long.

As you guys were preparing dinner and shit- your mother had noticed that she had forgotten one thing, and she didn’t have any more currently.

So just to be nice and take the worry off your mother, you had offered to drive to the store to go pick her some up real quick- which she instantly appreciated.

You just instantly grabbed your jacket, quickly put on your shoes before you grabbed your car keys and sped out the house- just quickly getting into your car so you could pick up what she needed before dinner was finished cooking.

And when you got there, you did what you needed to do.

You walked into the store, grabbed what you needed, paid for it, and started making your way out the store.

You didn’t really recognize anybody in the store, I mean- you didn’t have a lot of friends to be honest living in Hawkins even though it was a pretty small town.

As you made your way back to your car, softly humming to yourself and just minding your own business- you heard a familiar voice.

You froze for a moment, just standing by your car as you listened to the voice speaking to somebody- at first it didn’t really click to you..

Who was it??..

As you slowly turned your head to look over at the person speaking, revealing their identity to you- you just froze.

You could recognize the long messy brown hair anywhere- the big shiny smile, the tall stature, the iconic brown doe eyes.. you could recognize them anywhere.

It was Eddie.

You knew it was rude but you couldn’t help but stare with wide eyes- he was even more beautiful now than he was in high school.

He had gotten more muscular, more tattoos that covered more of his arms and hands, also managing to see some poke out from the top and bottom of his shirt as he moved around carrying paper bags full of groceries.

He had grown a little scruff on his face and overall just looked more older and mature- this Eddie was wayyyyy different than the scrawny boy you dated in high school, he was now a man.

Out of instinct you wanted to go up to him, say hi, just try to make conversation with the man you once loved more than anything.

And you were genuinely planning on it- but as you took a small step away from your car, you froze once again as you saw a little girl quickly run up to Eddie and wrap her little arms around his legs.

She looked about 5, she had blonde hair that was wavy like Eddie’s slight curls- and she had the cutest little smile on her face as she happily squealed ‘daddyyy!!’ at almost the top of her lungs.

And as you stared, watching Eddie smile big down at the little girl while trying not to trip over her- his hands still full of groceries, that’s when you saw her.

A tall blonde woman- she looked gorgeous, she could have honestly been a model with how beautiful she was.

You watched as she appeared from around the car’s other side- a little grin on her face as she walked up to Eddie and quickly scooped up the little girl before pressing a small kiss to his lips.

Your heart just seemed to slightly jump up into your throat, and you just automatically put the pieces together.. you weren’t stupid after all.

Eddie had moved on with his life- he had gotten a wife, had a child- he had moved on.. completely forgetting about you.

You had definitely been staring for way too long, because as soon as the woman stepped away to put the kid in the back seat- Eddie’s eyes had glanced over, instantly making eye contact with you.

He seemed to instantly recognize you by the way his eyes widened, and his face dropped slightly- the same way it dropped when you broke up with him years ago.

You just felt a slight shock run through your body, instantly pulling you out of whatever trance you were in as your face turned red in embarrassment.

You just quickly shook your head and looked down, not wanting to waste another second of being there before you just quickly got back into your car and sped back off home.

You tried to play it cool for dinner- keeping casual conversation but not saying too much, also not staying too quiet to accidentally cause your parents to question you.

You just felt absolutely heartbroken with what you saw at the store, this is what is must of felt like for Eddie when you broke up with him- and now karma came back to bite you straight in the ass.

You just decided after dinner to go out and drive around, wanting to try and clear your mind from what you saw.

It had been years, it was obvious he wasn’t going to be stuck on you forever- he had to move on, and so did you..

But why was it so fucking hard?!

You had tried to get with other dudes, but they never worked out- all that you had in your mind was Eddie.. just Eddie.

Why did you ever break up with him-? It seemed to hurt you more than benefit you.

But now it was too late to cry and throw a fit about it- you now had to force yourself to move on, find somebody new.

And what better way to try and move on- then going to a bar??

You weren’t really interested in catching someone’s eye tonight- so you were just in casual clothes, I mean- you still looked nice but you just genuinely came here to drink and distract yourself a little.

You had sat down on the bar, quickly ordering yourself a drink.

You sat there for a while, staying to yourself as you looked down at your glass, just lightly fiddling with the rim of the glass.

“Funny to see you here..” you heard a voice say- and you instantly recognized it.

It caused a slight wave of shock to run through your body once again as you quickly picked your head up and sat up, your eyes slightly wide as you glanced over.

And there he was- Eddie Munson.

You didn’t notice how he had slid into the seat next to you, you didn’t even know when he arrived.

You noticed how he looked relaxed, there was slight tenseness in his shoulders as he sat up, but overall he seemed like he was trying to make sure you were comfortable.

“W-what are you doing here?..” you had managed to get out, your fingers nervously playing with the rim of your half empty glass.

Eddie had placed his arms on the bar, putting his tattooed and ring covered hands together as he rested against his elbows.

Your eyes had glanced down at his hands, instantly noticing the wedding band on his left ring finger.

But his eyes were on you- studying your face and eyes as he noticed you seem to slouch slightly while his eyes glanced down to his hands as he saw you looking at his wedding ring.

“Oh just.. y’know.. grabbing a drink, decided to come out and get out of the house..” he muttered, just letting out a small awkward cough as he moved his hands off the bar, causing your eyes to inevitably meet his.

They were soft, almost like a look of sympathy- it was like he could read your mind, but really he could just tell and know what you were thinking just by the look on your face.

“I’ve seen you got married.. had a daughter- they’re both beautiful-” you hummed out, just instantly getting to the elephant in the room as the bartender brought Eddie a beer.

You could hear the small sigh escape from his nose as he nodded his head and took a sip of his beer- just sitting there silent for a moment as he looked down at the bottle in his hand.

“Yeah.. they are my world.. we’ve been married for like three years.. and then we had her when we were still dating..” he muttered, his eyes moving down from the beer bottle back to you as you just nodded your head and sighed softly.

You would be lying if you said it wasn’t awkward- you two were literally the definition of awkward at that moment.

“Well- I’m happy for you.. truly.” You said, a soft tone in your voice and look on your face as you slowly brought one of your hands up to gently rest on his shoulder.

Eddie’s brown eyes just glanced over at your hand for a moment, sitting there quietly for a little bit before he looked back at you and gently lifted your hand up- deciding to hold it in his as he made eye contact with you.

“I want you to know y/n- you were the love of my life.. and I will still love you forever- even if we can’t be together..” he muttered softly, his hand giving yours a small squeeze as you felt his thumb run circles against the back of your hand gently.

You seemed to get teary eyed slightly as you looked into his eyes, a tiny sniffle escaping from you as you nodded your head lightly.

“And I will always love you… I always have Eddie- no matter what..” you whispered out as tears started to fill your eyes slowly.

Soon, Eddie’s hand had moved from holding yours to slowly hold the side of your face- a soft look in his eyes as he gently wiped away your tears with his thumb.

“Hey.. no crying on me, you know it hurts my heart-” he joked, a little stupid smirk appearing on his face which you couldn’t help but let out a tiny giggle at.

No matter what- Eddie always knew how to make you smile, even if you were sobbing and having a complete breakdown- he was always there for you to help and make you feel better.

“I’ll always be here for you sweetheart..” he said, his voice soft as he continued to look into your eyes.

You both just sat there for a moment- staring into each other eyes and just enjoying each other’s presence.

You even had decided to catch up on each other’s lives, and it was like you were back in high school joking and talking with Eddie.

Soon enough, it had started to get late- and Eddie had to get back home to his wife and daughter before he got in trouble.

You sat on the bar stool as Eddie stood up, leaving money to pay for his drink, as well as yours.

“It’s on me tonight, okay??- just, make sure to get home safe and we can still be friends… just- call me if you ever need me.” He said, his hand resting on your shoulder as he stood behind you.

You just gave a soft smile and nodded your head- and before Eddie walked off to leave, he placed a small friendly kiss on your cheek.

You couldn’t help but blush a little bit as you gave his hand on your shoulder a small squeeze.

“Byeee Eddie~” you said with a little grin, saying it slightly exaggerated to hint at him that he should really start heading home.

Eddie just let out a small chuckle and shook his head, giving a little bye before he finally left- leaving you at the bar to let you finish your drink and use his money to pay for your drink.

You had a relaxed smile on your face- just glad that even through everything.. you still were able to have Eddie in your life, even if it meant you guys were only friends.

(A/n: this took me so long to finish like holy shit, but I hope you liked it- 😭)

[mouthfullofmunson]

Dirty little secret

Summary: Eddie is in desperate need of a fake girlfriend after lying to his band mates about his dream girl.

Warnings: so extremely cheesy, corny, very much classic romcom tropes! Swearing, smut :p not exactly proofread!!

Wc: 11.5k

Y/n walks home, soft rain pattering on the concrete, she watches the drops splash on her black boots. After a long shift at the hideout all she wants to do is get back home to her cozy apartment where she can wash the liquor scent off of her and become useless on her couch.

“Hey, you!” She adjusts her tiny headphones, turning up the volume on her Walkman to drown out any noise around her. “Hey!” She walks a little faster when she spots a van out of her peripheral vision. The van drives slowly, matching her speed. “Hey!” She finally pulls one headphone away from her ear, turning to look at the man.

“What?!” His eyes widen for a second before they return back to normal. “You work at the bar right? The hideout?” She gives him a skeptical look, either he is a regular or a stalker and she doesn’t have the time for either. “Why should I tell you?!” The wavy haired man softly laughs, his ringed hand tapping on the exterior of the old van. “I see you there all the time.”

“Hm…well maybe you’re thinking of someone else?” Y/n picks back up and continues her walk home, but not before she's stopped again. “I need you to do me a favor!” She slowly turns her head back to him, trying to decide if she should give him the time of day or continue on home. “Before you call me crazy and run away, I’m Eddie, my band plays at the hideout every tuesday- you've worked a couple shifts when we play.”

She huffs, but ultimately decides that he might have something valuable to say. “Yeah, so what?”

“So,” he pulls the key out of his van and steps out, feeling the relief of his jeans clad legs finally being stretched. “Just hear me out before you say anything, okay? Basically I'm like the only single one in my band so I kind of…maybe told them that I have a girlfriend?” Eddie finally ends his spell and waits for Y/n’s response. She tosses her arms out a little, letting her hands slap back on her legs. “Sorry about that. What does this have to do with me?”

Eddie gives her a smile, “And that’s where you come in. You are… close enough to the description of what I gave them. So what do you say? Will you be my fake girlfriend?” She blinks at him, her eyes bugging out in disbelief of what she’s hearing. She scoffs, not being able to form any words. Gulping, she finally musters up a response to this maniac. “Are you serious?! What’s wrong with you? We hardly know each other.” She rubs her forehead, looking back down at the sidewalk.

“Well, yeah. I need this, I’ll pay you back! I’m not sure how, but I promise I’ll make it up to you! And who wouldn’t want to have this.” His hands scan his body, trying to show off what a prize he is. Y/n shakes her head, not that this isn't interesting, and maybe the drama of it all will spice up her ever so boring life of sleeping and working, but she still isn’t sure. “I’ll have to think about it. I’ll call you!”

And with that she makes her way back to her apartment.

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Y/n’s been thinking a lot about that strange encounter with Eddie earlier. He wasn’t a complete stranger, She’s been there a couple times when his band was playing a gig at the hideout but they’ve never had more than a five sentence conversation. She’s gotten into a bad loop of sleeping, working, sleeping, working, she hardly sees friends anymore and she definitely isn’t going out of her way to make any fun just herself, so fake dating really didn’t seem too bad. Maybe this will get her out of the house, and add a little excitement.

She flops open the phone book, finding Eddie’s number and dialing it. She waits for him to pick up, sitting on the counter, picking at her nails. He finally answers and her ear is instantly flooded with the sound of his raspy, sleepy voice. She has to admit, when she heard his tired voice she felt her breath hitch a little.

“What do you want?” He almost growls, his sleepy eyes growing heavier by the second, threatening to close and send him back into a deep sleep. “It’s me, Y/n. I was thinking about our conversation earlier.”

Eddie blinks his eyes back open, “So you call me at one in the morning? Couldn’t this have waited?” Y/n rolls her eyes, but damns herself for continuing to ignore the healthy sleep schedule she so desperately needs. “Well, I was going to agree to it. But maybe it’s just one of those crazy one AM thoughts. Who knows?”

Eddie rubs his hand over his face, rolling his eyes. “Are you doing it or what?” She waits a best before responding, to give herself a second longer to really think it through- but mainly just to leave Eddie waiting. “I’m doing it. But we need to lay down some ground rules. I’ll come over at two tomorrow-“ suddenly she’s interrupted by Eddie’s groggy voice “don’t you mean today?” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “I’ll see you at two.”

And just like that, she’s fake dating Eddie Munson.

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Y/n knocks on the door or Eddie’s trailer, patiently waiting to hear him walking towards the door. He flings open the door, standing in a pair of sweatpants with his plaid boxers coming out and a cut off tank top with his lower belly slightly peeking out from his hand resting at the top of the door frame.

“Come on in.” His free hand glides out to show her the way and he lets her step inside before shutting the door behind her. “This is my palace. Take a seat on the couch and I’ll be back with refreshments.” He walks down the hallway and soon joins Y/n on the couch with a cigarette between his lips, offering her one then lighting his own. “No thanks.” She moves the pack away from her and sits her bag in her lap.

“What did you call this meeting for?” He pulls his cigarette away from his lips, letting out the white Smokey air.

“If we are going to fake date we are going to do it my way.” Eddie glances at her without moving his head, then looks right back at the television. “We need to ease into it, not packing on the PDA right off the bat, but also seeming comfortable around each other. And I think it would help if we did some sort of test run, maybe I could properly meet these bandmates of yours before we jump in?”

Eddie ashes his cigarette, “Did you major in fake dating or something?”

“Haha, very funny asshole. Do you want to do this or not? You’re trying to act smug but you’re the one who had to lie to his friends about having a girlfriend.” Eddie lets out a sigh, extending his response by taking a long drag from his cigarette. “You’ll properly meet them on Friday.” She nods, jotting it down on her planner.

“We need to lay some ground rules, obviously don’t try to randomly shove your tongue down my throat. I think since it’ll be the first time I'm meeting them let’s just keep it simple, maybe hand holding, a cheek kiss or two. Nothing crazy.” Eddie laughs, leaning forward and crushing his cigarettes in the glass ashtray already full of white and grey ashes and cigarette butts.

“I’m not going to fuck you infront of them or anything, don’t worry. I understand boundaries.” He gives her a smile, faint dimples carving in his cheeks. He’s lucky he’s got a pretty face or she’d storm out right now.

She gives him a disapproving look before shaking her annoyance off and continuing with the plan. “Hugs, hand holding that’s all fine, cheek kisses or whatever- I guess that’s okay all the time. But an actual kiss or anything like that needs a little warning and easing into.”

“Yeah, all sounds good to me. So I’ll see you Friday?”

“See you Friday.”

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Eddie’s van is pretty cozy. Despite the five curbs he’s run over and the ten stop signs he’s blown through, it’s actually been a nice ride. The diner they were meeting at was about fifteen minutes away and Eddie had called her an hour before telling her he was going to pick her up. His van was warm, surprisingly smelt good (she noticed the cherry scented air freshener he hung up), and was actually pretty clean. He had a few books in the back, a water bottle or two and a few cartons of cigarettes in the door- but it had a homey feel.

“Haha, sorry.” Eddie murmurs, making her sling forward as he breaks hard. Thank god for seatbelts.

He pulls into the diner parking lot, looking around to find a parking spot. The diner is pretty cute from the outside, it has. A blue roof and a bright LED sign, large windows giving you a peek into the busy restaurant.

Eddie jumps out, racing to open the door. “They are already here.” He holds a hand out, helping her out of the van. They walk inside, Eddie leading the way to the table the guys were sitting at. “Hey guys,” Eddie gives a little wave, pulling a seat out for Y/n then plopping himself next to her at the table. The diner was bright, checkered floors with red and white booth seats, neon colors everywhere. “This is Y/n, Y/n these are the guys.”

She smiles, shyly tucking her hair behind her ear. A boy with brown feathery hair sticks his hand out, “Hi gorgeous, I’m Gareth.”

Suddenly Eddie was hyper aware of the fact that his band mates were oogling his (fake) girlfriend. He grabs the underside of her chair and pulls her closer, reaching over Y/n and pushing Gareth’s hand down. “And he has a girlfriend.” Eddie stretches his arm in the top of Y/n’s chair, guarding her from the others.

“Well it’s nice to meet you guys! Eddie has told me so much about you.” She smiles, feeling warm and awkward with all the eyes on her. “Like what?” Another one speaks up, staring at her awkwardly. Eddie leans in her ear “That’s Doug. Ignore him.” Y/n softly laughs, “Tons of good stuff! I’ve seen you guys play a couple of times at the hideout. I work there every other day during the week and all weekend. I’m excited to get to know you all a little better.”

“Well, you’ll have tons of time on the trip! I’m Jeff. We’re all so excited to finally meet you, Eddie has really talked you up. I’m bringing my partner, Gareth and Doug are bringing their girlfriends so you won’t have to deal with us alone!” Y/n gives Jeff a sweet smile before turning her head to Eddie, her face instantly changing. “What the fuck is he talking about!?” She whispers, leaning in to whisper in Eddie’s ear.

“We’ll be right back.” Eddie announces to the group before him and Y/n step aside.

“What trio are they talking about?! You didn’t tell me about a trip!” Eddie rubs his face, “We go on a ‘group bonding’ trip every year. That's why I needed you, I couldn’t not bring a girl when everyone else is bringing their partners.” She groans, suddenly growing the urge to stomp her foot and fold her arms like a child.

“When is it?”

“Next week”

“How long will we be gone?”

“Only a week.”

Y/n huffs, rubbing her forehead then crossing her arms. “I think I can swing it. I never miss a day at work and I’m always on time, and I always pick up extra shifts if they need someone so maybe I can talk them into some sort of paid time off?”

Eddie bites at his fingernails, “so you’re coming?”

“I guess so.” Eddie claps, giving her a smile. “You won’t regret it, sweets!”

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It’s a chilly morning, the ground frosted over, chattering teeth and near frozen eyelashes, but with the body heat of five guys, and two girls, Y/n was more than warm. Usually being up at Seven in the morning on such a cold winter morning would have Y/n seething with regret and frustration for agreeing to such early plans, but this morning was quite different already.

Eddie picks her up last, giving her a little extra time to sleep since she had previously made it very clear that if she doesn’t get a full eight hours of sleep she will not be getting out of bed at all and if she is forced she will “reign terror on all of Hawkins”. He tosses her luggage in the back, the other girlfriends already asleep in the back row, and then lets her hop in the passenger seat as they head up to the cabin they rented for the trip.

The boys are loud, and the music they blast was about to give Y/n a major migraine, but it was oddly enjoyable. They had a nice energy to them, they were all smiles and laughs, the good energy was rubbing off on her.

She was looking forward to this week, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, especially if she got some alone time. She’s always thinking she needs to give herself a break since it’s not stop working for her, and this is the week just for that. She’s overpacked but not in her mind, she’s brought anything and everything she needs to make this week's stay as comfortable as she can and she intends to do that. She hopes the cabin has a nice big bathtub so she can use the fancy bath salts she packed.

Eddie turns the music down a couple notches, “having a good time?” He reaches for her hand, and at first she almost pulls it away but reminds herself that they have to act natural. “Yeah, the music is a little loud though.” He laughs, “they’ll be louder than the music will ever get if I try to turn it down. Good luck.”

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The drive hasn’t been so bad, now that they are an hour into the drive the boys have settled down, the adrenaline and excitement has worn off and now they are a little sleepy. Everyone’s head is either pressed against the window or sagging back onto the headrest of their seats. Y/n huffs, sinking into the passenger seat that is growing evermore uncomfortable by the second. She presses her forehead against the glass of the window, closing her eyes.

Eddie pants her hand and she cracks an eye open. “No you don’t. If I can’t get any sleep you can’t either. You can sleep once we’re at the cabin.” She groans, rubbing her eyes while trying to stretch to the best of her abilities in the limited space. She wracks her brain, trying to recall a time where she agreed to be woken up early, then stay up the whole two hour drive with Eddie while everyone else slept- but she guesses it’s a good thing a girlfriend would do.

“Okay, but” she yawns. “I don’t know if that will last long.”

Eddie turns the music up a little louder, “we’ll stop to get gas soon. Just hang in there for about five more minutes maybe? There should be something coming up.”

A couple more minutes pass by and before y/n knows it Eddie is pulling up to a gas pump. She swings the door open, jumping out. The relief of stretching her legs is unmatched and she paces a couple times.

Everyone stumbles out of the van, everyone equally as excited to be able to stretch their bodies and get some fresh air that wasn’t contaminated by cigarette smoke or the smell of a bunch of twenty year old boys.

As Eddie shoves the nozzle in and starts pumping gas he wraps his arm around Y/n, pulling her into a little hug. She leans in, resting her head against his chest. His hand reaches up to play with her hair and she pulls away from the hug, letting his arm continue to rest around her shoulder and play in her hair.

It is a little awkward to hang on to each other like that but she’s going to have to get used to it if she’s going to survive the week. She came here to do this favor for Eddie, and as much of an annoying asshole he is, she still plans to follow through with this to the best of her abilities.

“You can head in with them.” Eddie says, nodding over to the group that is heading into the gas station to grab whatever road trip snacks they can find. “It’s fine, It would make more sense to stay with you, right? I don’t really do this whole dating thing.” Eddie nods, “Me either. If I’m honest, I’ve never really had a girlfriend. I wasn’t exactly the most popular in high school.”

“Yeah, I had a few dates but they never went anywhere.”

The gang comes out of the store, white bags filled up with different bags of chips, cookies, and different sodas. Eddie tops off the tank, closing it up and opening Y/n’s door before hopping back in and starting up the van to continue their journey up to the cabin.

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The sudden stop wakes Y/n up, feeling Eddie’s warm hand on her shoulder softly shaking her awake. She rubs her eyes, yawning. “Are we there?” Eddie laughs, “Yeah, we’re here.” She blinks her eyes open. The snow is falling, bundling the dark cabin in a white blanket of snow. It piles up high on the ground and stacks up on the room. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful.” She steps out of the car, pulling zipping her coat up to her chin to hide herself from the bitter cold.

Eddie opens the trunk of the van, pulling out everyone’s luggage. He throws his beat up old duffle bag around his shoulder and then grabs Y/n’s suitcase, lifting it so it doesn’t track snow in. “It’s okay, I’ve got it.” Eddie shakes his head, “I’ve got it, sweets. I’m pretty strong.” He mumbles with a wink, grabbing the key from the mailbox and unlocking the door.

Y/n has to keep her jaw from dropping. The cabin is absolutely beautiful, big and open with warm, dim lighting. There’s a brick fireplace in the living room with a big puffy couch, knit blankets tossed over the back, Sliding glass doors that lead out to a big deck. When you walk in there is a kitchen to your left, a round wooden dining table with glossy cabinets, little green accents all through the kitchen.

Eddie leans forward, “stop gawking and go snatch the best room before anyone else can.” And with that Y/n turns the corner, walking through the hallway and jogging upstairs. All the bedroom doors are open, showing off the perfectly pristine rooms. She peeks through each room until she stumbles upon the biggest one. She opens the door to the bathroom, a nice big bathtub with a standing shower next to it, a big mirror and two sinks.

She would definitely be comfortable here for a week. A big cozy cabin that looks like it’s straight out of a fairytale book, the biggest and nicest room with snow blowing in, she didn’t have anywhere to be or anything to do besides relax. The only downside is that she would have to constantly be putting in a performance when in front of everyone but despite that, it was perfect.

“Well I could get used to this.” She hears Eddie’s deep voice from behind her. Spinning around on her heels, Eddie gives her a quick smile. “Nice huh? And where will you be sleeping? The floor?” Y/n rolls her eyes at him, “No, maybe you should go sleep on the couch downstairs while I take this nice bed.” She pats the king sized bed while Eddie throws their bags on it. “Or maybe there will be a spare room for you?”

It’s Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes. He crosses his arms against his chest, “in all seriousness, let’s just try to make this weekend as easy as possible. And don’t go falling in love with me, sweets.”

She fake gags then opens her suitcase, if she’s going to be staying here for a week she’s going to make it comfortable. She pulls her folded clothes out and shoves them into the dresser, then hangs her sweaters and whatever else she doesn't want getting creased or wrinkled. She takes out all of her toiletries, stashing them in their respective spots in the bathroom.

“I’m going to shower. I want to wash all your cigarette stench off.” Eddie nods, yawning. “Yeah, I’m going to build a fire. The guys are already bitching that they are cold.”

“Okay, I’ll be down soon.” She grabs a change of clothes, something cozy to bundle up in since today they were just getting comfortable in the cabin. “See you later.”

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Eddie sits next to the fireplace, tossing wood into it to start a fire so everyone will get off his ass about how cold they are.

“So how long have you and Y/n been together?” Jen, Gareth’s girlfriend asks. Eddie rubs his forehead, glancing over at the group who is all huddled on the couch. “Um, about six months I guess?” Maybe that’s how long he has been trying to lie about a girlfriend? He knows it’s pathetic, really, but with the way his friends (even his 16 year old friends) were making him feel about being single was too much that he had to make up some fake girlfriend.

“Awe! You guys are so cute together! How did you meet?” Eddie strikes a match then tosses it in to start the fire. Not exactly how he learned in cub scouts but it was good enough. “We met at the hideout. She works there.” He scratches his face, he’s not really in the mood to try to make up anymore details of his and Y/n's fake relationship.

“Were you playing a gig? That’s so cute! Have you said I love you yet?!” Jen is a nice girl, but god does she ask a lot of questions.

Out of the corner of his eye Eddie sees Y/n walk down the hallway and into the living room to join the rest of the group, and fuck is he happy to see her. “There you are. How was your shower?” Y/n takes her place next to Eddie, sitting by the fireplace. “It was good! I feel a lot better now.”

Now that they are here at the cabin with everyone, maybe they have underestimated how difficult this is going to be. Now that this is the first time everyone is properly meeting Y/n and getting to know them as a couple there will probably be endless questions about their relationship, their future plans, etc.

“Good, good. Now you can relax.” He picks at his nails, closing his eyes to relax.

Every year this trip is the highlight of his year. He loves coming up here and staying in for a week, doing absolutely nothing at all but hanging out with the guys. Usually they have some big fun thing planned, skiing, snowboarding, one year they tried to ice skate but that didn’t go very well, but with the stress of Eddie having to find someone to have a fake relationship with- well, they didn’t really get to plan anything big. But that’s okay, these trips are really all about reconnection and spending some quality time together.

“We were just talking about how cute you and Eddie are!” Y/n gives Jen a polite smile. “Oh I’m sure Eddie just loved that, hm?” She pats Eddie’s chest, relaxing back into the pillows Eddie threw down by the fireplace for him to sit. “I was just asking him some questions, is all. You guys met at the hideout? He said that you work there!”

Y/n glances over at Eddie. “Yeah, he was playing a gig when we met. I guess his whole rockstar thing just kind of drew me in. Love at first sight!”

“Oh, so you guys have said I love you!?” Eddie and Y/n make direct eye contact, and thank god Eddie had a little sketch book out or else they both would’ve been in trouble. He quickly scribbles in the corner of the book, his handwriting spikey and in all caps reading “we’ve been together for 6 months” trying to quickly fill her in on a few things they haven’t gone over due to Jen’s questions.

“Yeah, yeah. What about you and Gareth? Enough about us!” Y/n shifts the conversation, not wanting to get caught up in any confusion or lies. “Enough about you?! This is the first time we’ve met Eddie’s girlfriend! To be honest I didn’t know if we were ever going to meet you, he’s hidden you from us for so long I just want to know everything.”

Y/n wanted to kill Eddie for refusing to go over more plans for this fake dating scheme, but she also wanted to thank him for taking a hundred stops on the trip even though she was annoyed. He made her wake up so early just for him to stop every fifteen minutes and make them get to the cabin at sundown. She blames all the peach tea he was guzzling but she’s so thankful for it at this moment.

“It’s getting kind of late. I think I’m going to head to bed. Tomorrow we’ll have all day to get to know each other, right? Eddie has talked about you so much so I can’t wait to get to know you.” She tries to politely excuse her and Eddie off to bed but she gets pulled back down by Jen’s constant questioning. “It’s only nine! How are you already sleepy?” Jen laughs, repositioning herself to get comfortable to stay up a couple more hours.

“She gets car sick. So I think we’re going to get some shut eye.” He stands up, putting his hands on Y/n’s shoulders and giving them a quick rub as she leads the way off to their room.

Once they get in the room Eddie shuts the door. “What the fuck are we going to do about Jen’s constant questioning?!” Y/n scoffs and shakes her head, dressing down the bed for sleep since they don’t have much else to do. “You’re the one who said it was “dramatic and not necessary” to go over the details! Eddie groans, flopping down on the bed. “This is your fault, Eddie! Don’t get grumpy with me.”

“Shit!”

“Shit is right! We will just have to go over whatever details we can think of tonight.” Eddie stands back up, dropping his pants and ripping his shirt off until he’s just in tube socks and boxers. He slides back in bed, taking his time to get comfortable, ignoring the fact that he’s loudly fluffing his pillow and practically jumping on the bed. Y/n huffs, tossing a body pillow in the middle of the bed to separate their sides.

“How are we supposed to know what the fuck else she’s going to ask us?! She might personally quiz us on facts about each other.” Y/n’s throws her hands in the air, “Oh my god, you’re so dramatic. We just go over simple things that a girlfriend and boyfriend should know about each other! Some family stuff, age, name, the obvious!”

“Well I’m pretty sure we’re the same age, and you know my name!” Eddie tosses and turns trying to get in the perfect spot. “Keep your voice down or they are going to think we’re fighting and question us even more.”

“Okay, my name is Eddie, your name is Y/n, we’re both twenty-two-unless you’re hiding something? You’re favorite thing about me is my gorgeous hair and my favorite thing about you is your personality. Is that solved?”

Y/n’s jaw almost drops at how annoying he can be. “I’m going to bed! I guess we’ll just play this all by ear.”

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Three days into the trip and it’s been a breeze. Eddie and Y/n have had a few hiccups, but nothing to throw them off too hard. Jen got the message and stopped her constant questions, which kind of made them feel bad because she didn’t mean any harm, she’s just a curious cat.

After more arguing they finally settled down and stopped being so stubborn and went over a few things. They both got to know the basics, just simple get to know me icebreakers you would tell about yourself on the first date- not that either of them would really know what to say on a first date, but they tried to fill each other in as best as possible without staying up all night to share their whole life story.

“You know, you snore really fucking loud.” Eddie says, walking out of the bathroom with toothpaste still on his chin. Y/n folds up her clothes, shaking her head. “Well you kick, and you groan, and you drool but I haven’t complained about it.” A smile appears on Eddie’s plump lips as he walks over to what has become his side of the room, digging through his bag to find some clothes for the day.

“You love every second of it.” Y/n raises her eyebrow, “I’ll see you downstairs, weirdo.”

Y/n joins the group downstairs, everyone huddled in the kitchen eating breakfast. “Hey guys” smiles full of pancakes and bacon greet her back. “Where is Eddie?” Jeff asks, looking around to see if he had missed him- which was pretty hard to do since he sticks out like a sore thumb with his crazy dark hair and his loud mouth. “He should be coming down any second!” She grabs a plate, adding two pancakes onto it, a pat of butter, and some maple syrup.

Eddie comes down almost scarily quiet, coming up behind her and kissing her cheek. “Oh thanks for making my plate, sweets!” He takes the plate of pancakes from her, adding on some bacon and a mountain of potatoes. “Gotta fuel up for the day.” He gives his signature smile then shovels a pile of pancakes into his mouth.

Y/n shakes her head, grabbing another plate and making breakfast of her own- again. She joins the rest of the group at the table, sitting down next to Eddie where he shovels food into his mouth like a starved man.

“I can’t believe we still have eleven days left of the trip.” Doug says, a smile on his face. “It’ll be over before we know it. I don’t want it to end!” Y/n turns to look at Eddie, his face just as full of confusion as hers is. “What do you mean eleven days? Are we not leaving Monday morning?” Y/n looks around, waiting for a response while everyone looks at her confused. “What the hell are you talking about?” Eddie says between a mouthful of potatoes.

“I’d like to know too.” Y/n says, her voice slow and confused.

“We’re staying here for two weeks. That’s been the plan all along.” Jeff pipes up, shrugging at Eddie like he’s stupid. “Well who the fuck was going to tell me that?” Eddie gulps down orange juice after then wipes the juice that falls from his plump lips with the back of his ringed hand. “We all decided to add another week to the trip, you were there.” Eddie tosses his hands up in the air and Y/n stands up, grabbing his arm to lead him to the bathroom to talk about whatever the hell was going on.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me we’re staying here for two weeks?!” Eddie scoffs at Y/n, shaking his head. “Obviously I didn’t know either! You think I wouldn’t have told you?” She groans, smacking her hand down on the sink. “Why didn’t you pay attention?!”

Eddie’s jaw drops, throwing his arms in the air. “Maybe if you would have paid more attention you would’ve figured it out!”

Y/n grabs the hand towel, slapping him in the arm with it. “You’re so frustrating!” The room goes silent for a while, both of them thinking how this is going to work out, how they can deal with another week of this without cracking.

Suddenly Y/n hears Eddie’s deep chuckle, shooting her head up to see his arms cross against his chest while he has a crooked smirk on his face. “What?” He continues to laugh, rubbing a hand over his mouth to try to stop the laughter. “Are you done with your fit now?” She’s a little annoyed, but can’t help but crack a smile. All Y/n has to do is let her family know that she will be gone another week so they don’t get worried if they try to call or visit, she needs to call the hideout and let her manager know that she’s going to be gone longer than anticipated. And luckily she has enough to fall back on since she will be out of work for two weeks.

“I think I can swing it.” She rubs her forehead, “Yeah, it’ll be fine.”

Eddie claps his hands together, smiling. “Then let’s get back out there and shove our faces full before we head out today.”

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Thankfully, the group found some stuff to do so they won’t be totally cooped up in the cabin the whole entire trip. The guys want to go to some of the bars around the little town they were staying in, and there are some random touristy spots they wanted to hit, like a snowy hike Eddie seemed excited for, but Y/n is not excited in the slightest. She wasn’t excited for hiking in the freezing cold, ice everywhere, smoke coming from your mouth anytime you speak, teeth chattering.

“Are you almost ready?” Eddie asks, pushing the door to the bathroom where she is getting ready. She gasps, looking back at Eddie. “What the fuck?” A smeared black line is under her eye, blinking fast since the wand hit her pupil. “Um, you’ve got something right here.” She groans, smacking her hand down on the sink, letting her mascara wand fall from her hand.

“You just ruined my makeup, Eddie!” He walks back over to her, lifting his hand up and circling around his eye. “Right there?” She nods, “Yeah, you don’t need all that shit anyways. It just hides your face from me.” Y/n is taken aback, her face gets hot as he walks out of the room.

“What?”

“Five minutes! Come on!” He claps his hands together as she hears him swing the door open and jog down the stairs.

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Y/n feels like an outsider.

Everyone is already well acquainted with each other, having established relationships that have lasted years. The guys are all sticking together and the other two girls have been friends for a while, so Y/n is kind of stuck. She gets along with the other partners, but the only one she’s comfortable enough to talk to is Eddie. So she lingers around behind him while everyone else chats about. She doesn’t mean to leave herself out, or seem rude, but she isn’t sure how to include herself and she doesn’t want to form some bond with these people if she’s never going to see them after this trip.

Eddie clearly enjoys hiking. He’s climbing huge rocks and going above and beyond, nearly causing everyone a heart attack when he fake trips near the edge of a cliff- completely ignoring the ice and snow all around him.

It’s not that Y/n isn’t athletic or necessarily hates hiking, it just isn’t her thing. She feels out of place enough and heavy breathing in the freezing cold in the back of the group is a little humiliating.

Patches of ice cover the big rock steps, everyone carefully trying to avoid them so they don’t slip. Snow falls and covers most of the steps so it’s a big guessing game on where the ice is under the heaps of snow.

Y/n grabs onto the railing they built for people to hold so they wouldn’t fall on the steep stairs. She tracks up the stairs, successfully navigating the rocks. She steps onto the last one and instantly feels unsteady, her foot sliding from under her from the slippery ice under it. She falls on the stairs, smacking one knee on a sharp edge and her chin on the ground.

“Oh fuck!” She hears, already growing more embarrassed than ever at the eyes she knows are on her. Eddie scrambles to help her up, “Careful now!” He whispers as she stumbles. Her eyes well up and she blinks hard to try to keep her tears at bay. She's not sure if the tears are out of embarrassment or the nauseating pain. Eddie sizes up her injuries, wincing and turning her head. “You guys go ahead, we’ll catch up.”

There’s spots of blood in the snow and the knee of her pants is completely soaked through. “C’mon sweetheart. Let’s sit you down.” He takes her hand and leads her to a little bench, throwing his first layer of jackets onto it so she doesn’t have to sit on the wet wood. “Sorry,” Y/n mumbles, feeling bad that Eddie has to stop when he’s clearly enjoying himself to clean up her mess.

“Honey, you don’t need to apologize for anything.” He softly chuckles, thumbing away her tears. “Can I check out your leg?” She nods, wiping her tears away while he shuffles her pants over her knee. “You’re lucky I’ve got all sorts of shit in here.” He pats his large hiking backpack and opens one of the front pockets, pulling out a first aid kit. “We’ve got to stop the bleeding but I’m going to try to clean it up as much as I can.” His tongue peaks out as he rips open some packages, wiping over her knee.

“Ah shit, I think you might need stitches.” She panics, shaking her head. “No, no, no! We’ve still got so much to do!”

“Who cares when you’re hurt? I don’t think anyone will mind if we skip bar hopping to get you taken care of. Now I can play doctor, I’ve had to stitch myself up a few times but I don’t want to risk that on you.” His tongue pokes out again as he bandages up her legs, wrapping it up. “I think that’ll do for now. Now let me see that chin, honey.”

He softly grips at her jaw, looking at the big cut under her chin. “Well, it doesn’t look good, but I think it just needs some cleaning up and you’ll be all better.” He rips open a little alcohol pad, whispering a warning before he wipes her cut clean. He sticks a padded bandage under it and pulls her pant leg back down.

“Okay, wounded soldier is all recovered.” He holds out a hand for her, kissing the top of your head. “Thanks, Eddie.” He rubs her shoulder, throwing his back back on his shoulder. “No problem, sweets. Let’s get back up there. The troops are waiting on us.”

Y/n successfully gets through the hike without any more accidents. Though she is embarrassed about the whole thing, she smiles through it. Eddie holds her hand the rest of the hike to ensure she wont lose her balance and end up injured again.

“Do you wanna go back to the cabin? We don’t have to go out with them.” Y/n shrugs while buckling herself into the van, Eddie starts it up and cranks the heat up to warm their red noses. “No, you’ve already had to hang back. I don’t want to keep you from them anymore.” Eddie leans in, “Truthfully, I don’t want to be their babysitter. So let’s hang back, yeah?” She nods, cracking a small smile. She was kind of relieved that Eddie doesn't want to go out, she wants everyone to have fun but she’s happy that she doesn’t have to hop around to crowded bars with a janky knee all night.

“Yeah.” And with that he drives off, dumping the group to some random bar and heading back to the cabin, Y/n half asleep next to him.

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“Wake up, sleepy head.” Eddie shakes Y/n awake , his hand on her shoulder. “We’re back. Time to get up.” Y/n blinks awake, stretching and rubbing her eyes before sitting back up. “Are we home?” She hears a warm chuckle from Eddie, his lopsided smile making her want to fall back into her cozy sleep. “We’re back at the cabin if that’s what you mean by ‘home’.” She nods, holding her hand out for him so he can help her out.

He leads them to the door. “You really did a number on yourself today, huh?” She nods, “I guess so.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie starts, opening the door and letting her walk through before shutting it behind them. “We can set up on the couch for the night. But first, I should probably double check to make sure you don’t need stitches.” She groans, but leads them to the bathroom nonetheless. Pathetically jumping up on the sink, Eddie knees the floor under her and rolls her pant leg up to investigate her injury again.

He peels the bandage, cleaning it with cool water. “You could use maybe one stitch. But you’ll heal fine without it. I’d do it myself, but you’re much too delicate for that, hm?” She gulps, nodding before he lifts her chin, wiping the dried blood clean. “Let’s keep these bandaged. You want to keep them clean, but you’ll heal them up in no time.” He pats her thigh to let her know she can jump down before he walks off.

Eddie gathers supplies, throwing down a mountain of blankets on the couch, along with all the snacks from the kitchen, and a pile of games he found in one of the hallway closets.

“We’ve got scrabble, monopoly, connect four, guess who, or we can just play D&D?” Y/n rolls her eyes, “What’s with all the baby games? It’s not 1981 anymore.”

Eddie scoffs, “You’re taking a lot of smack for someone who’s got a busted jaw. Shouldn’t it be all locked up or something?” Y/n laughs, plopping down beside him on the big puffy couch. She’s kind of happy that she slipped and busted her knee, if she didn’t they would probably be in a stuffy bar with old drunk men surrounding them who smell strong of liquor and body odor despite the cold temperatures. Without her injury she wouldn’t be wrapped up in a fur blanket on the couch, watching the snowfall in the big cozy cabin.

It’s crazy to think that a couple weeks ago she hardly knew Eddie and now she shared a bed with him every night.

“Let me get a fire going and then we’ll start a game or something? Maybe we can look through their VHS tapes?” Eddie stands up, walking over to the fireplace since there was an extra chill from all the snow piling up outside. “We can do anything. I’m happy as long as I’m on the couch.”

Eddie comes back after lighting the fire, “Well, let’s get this party started.”

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“I’m about to flip this fucking board over!” Eddie groans, smacking his ringed hand onto his forehead. “You chose monopoly don’t get pissed that you’re losing!” Eddie huffs, watching Y/n make her next move.

“I win! I win!” Y/n laughs loudly, sticking her arms up in celebration of her victory. Eddie shakes his head, trying to act mad. He grabs her arms pushing them back down- but she refuses and wrestles him away. Eddie can’t help but laugh along with her, wrestling her arms down. The board falls onto the floor with a clatter and they ignore it, Eddie straddling her legs while they fight. “You cheated! You are a cheater!” Y/n laughs loudly, Eddie smiling down at her. Suddenly his arms give out, the big smile not leaving his face. Y/n opens her eyes, her laugh suddenly fading as she sees Eddie above her.

The silence is loud, only their breathing can be heard before Eddie leans down, slotting his lips between hers.

The door suddenly swings open, making them fly apart like they were caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing. Eddie clears his throat, falling back on the cushion breathless, unable to make eye contact with Y/n.

Caught, both of their cheeks burn red. “Can’t wait until you get to your bedroom?” Doug questions them, letting out a throaty laugh while all the others stand there with smirks on their faces.

They both know that for people who are supposed to be in a relationship this is completely normal, but given their situation they are embarrassed to be caught, especially knowing what could have happened if they weren’t interrupted. “Fuck off, Doug. Don't act like I haven’t caught you two two unspeakable things. In my van too!” Doug gasps and Eddie snickers, walking back to their bedroom and Y/n follows hot on his tail.

Once they get into their bedroom Y/n shuts the door. Eddie stands there, watching her as she rubs her hands against her bare arms. Neither of them are sure what to say, obviously something happened back there and they would both be lying if they say they didn’t feel a spark.

“Well,” Y/n takes a step forward. “I think I’m going to get ready for bed. I shouldn’t be long- if you need the bathroom.” Eddie nods, biting at his fingernails. “Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.”

While she is in the bathroom he paces around the room before sliding his rings off onto this nightstand, leaning back onto the mattress and blowing out a sigh. He rubs his face, “what the fuck are you doing, Eddie?” He asks himself, wondering why he can’t get his thoughts straight. It’s supposed to be a two week thing, after this trip they can just fake a breakup and forget about this whole thing and move on with their lives. Eddie isn’t so sure about that. How can he ever just forget about all the memories he’s already made with her? Today was one of the best days of his life, being able to take care of her, spending the evening playing board games with her and completely letting her win.

“Do you mind if I turn off the light?” He hears her voice from the other side of the room, she stands next to the door, her hand on the switch. “No, go ahead. Let’s hit the hay.”

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A group of girls arrived in the cabin next to them today. The two other girls decided to invite them over to join them since they had a day planned of sitting in the hot tub and getting drunk.

The snow has stopped falling for the first time in their week-long stay, finally crawling up to a tolerable temperature of forty five degrees. Y/n and Eddie have completely ignored the moment they shared last week, taking the weekend to have a little alone time, the girls went out to get pedicures while the guys stayed in and played D&D. It was nice to get to know the girls, Y/n actually really enjoyed talking to them and getting a break from the nerdy guys was pretty nice.

“Okay, we’ve got enough beer for the day.” Eddie says, lifting two twenty four packs of beer and setting them on the table. “You’re joking… right?” Eddie shakes his head, “Duh!”

“Smart ass” Y/n mumbles, shoving the random groceries Eddie had bought into the refrigerator. “What did you say?” Eddie questions with the rise of an eyebrow, walking over to her and peeking at her face. “Oh nothing.” She hums, ignoring him standing behind her.

“Hm, no, I think I heard something!” Y/n shakes her head at Eddie’s words. “Nope, nothing.”

Eddie nods back at her, “Oh! Okay. Sounded like you called me a smart ass but maybe I misheard.” She softly laughs, shrugging. “You’re probably having auditory hallucinations. The beer is already getting to you.”

Eddie cracks a smile, “okay smart ass, go and get your bathing suit on before you end up in the spot next to Doug’s feet.” And with that Y/n jogs away to go put her swimsuit on and score them a good spot in the tub.

When Y/n gets back Eddie is already in the tub, a gap open which he obviously saved for her. On his opposite side is a girl, long dirty blond hair that falls mid back. She’s beautiful and Y/n can’t help but feel a little insecure in her color block bikini.

She turns back, walking into the kitchen. Feeling far too exposed to be walking around in the house, She tries to adjust the highwaisted bottoms and cups on her top to cover more, but to no avail. She dotes around, trying to figure out how to stall. She's not sure why seeing Eddie talking to that girl has got her so worked up, she feels a little lightheaded and her face is hot.

“What’s got you looking so green?” Jeff asks, stepping into the kitchen along with her.

“Um, nothing. What are you up to?” She places a hand on the cold surface of the table, trying to get her to calm down. She can feel herself getting increasingly angry with her own thoughts. Her and Eddie aren’t actually together, there’s no reason for her to feel so… jealous.

“I needed to go to the bathroom, but Eddie sent me for a beer.” Jeff complains, leaning against the fridge in his rubber ducky swim trunks. “That’s okay, I’ll grab it for him.” Jeff thanks her and runs off to the bathroom while Y/n collects a couple beers in her hands, knowing Eddie and the guys are bound to be taking a couple more trips to the fridge.

She slides into the hot tub next to Eddie, seeing the girl's hand placed on Eddie’s arm. A switch goes off in Y/n’s brain, “Here, babe. I got the beer you asked for.” Eddie turns his head, seeing her holding a can out for him. “Oh, thanks. Where did j-“ Y/n smashes her mouth into Eddie’s, cupping his jaw with one hand and pressing the other to his chest.

She slips her tongue in his mouth, Eddie taking a moment to process it before he slowly kisses back. She pulls away, red embarrassment painted all over her face. Eddie clears his throat, cracking open his beer. “I’ve got to go… clear my head.”

Y/n face palms. How stupid could she be? Of course he didn’t feel the same, he just needed a girl to play along with him so he didn’t have to tell his band mates his dirty little secret. She groans, getting out of the hot tub and ignoring the looks she gets from the girl. Y/n is sure she is nice, and she probably just ruined a potential girlfriend for Eddie, a real one.

She waits a while before she goes to talk to Eddie. As she walks up the stairs after fifteen minutes of sitting on the couch she plans what she will say to him, apologizing for shoving her tongue down his throat and getting jealous when she has no right. They aren’t actually together, this is all acting and she needs to respect that.

She opens the door to their shared room, hearing the shower running. She shuts the door behind her, sitting at the edge of the bed to wait for Eddie once he’s out. He was probably in the shower rinsing the chlorine out of his hair since he was trying to avoid it the best he could.

After a couple of minutes Y/n hears him turn the water off and she prepares for him to come out.

Eddie steps out, leaving the door cracked behind him to let the steam escape the bathroom. She opens her mouth to start, but promptly closes it. Eddie stands in front of the door, chest rising and falling with ragged breathing. She starts up again but fails to get any words out once more.

Eddie walks towards her, standing tall above her. Her breathing matches his, her chest suddenly feeling heavy. She reaches her hand up, settling it on his stomach and trailing it down before she pulls the white towel wrapped around his waist, letting it fall to the ground then wraps her hand around his thick cock. She’s at a loss for words as she takes in his naked form. His skin pale and pink, the dark blank ink of his tattoos contracting. His plump lips already puffy and bitten, his wet waves dripping down his chest and rolling past his belly button.

His cock is pretty and pink, long and thick. Perfect, just like she knew it would be.

“Eddie… I really like you.” He lets out a hiss then softly grabs her jaw, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. “Fuck sweetheart, I’d love to talk about this right now but if you keep touching my dick I don’t know if we’re going to get any talking done.” He presses his lips back to hers, trailing them down to her neck. His hands grab at the strings of her bikini, trying to untie it but failing.

“Get this fucking thing off.” She softly laughs into his mouth, reaching behind her back and pulling the strings to untie them. He peels the wet top off of her skin, groaning at the sight of her tits. “Jesus Christ, honey.” He’s practically drooling at the sight of her, reaching out to run his hands along her body. “Get in the bed.” She listens to his order, crawling up the bed and laying in the middle, watching him follow her lead and crawl over her body.

Y/n reaches down, going to pull her bottoms down. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Eddie practically growls, pushing her hands away and slipping her swim bottoms off herself. Her chest heaves, begging him to do something, touch her, feel her. “Please.” Eddie smiles down at her, “please what? What do you want me to do?” His hands slide down her thighs and her hot skin warms his cold hands.

“Anything, please Eddie.”

He connects his mouth with hers again, moaning into the kiss. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and Y/n loves it, she doesn’t think she’ll ever get enough.

Eddie’s lips trail down, pressing pecks down her arm, her chest, her sides, kissing over the little stretch marks that line her hips before he sinks between her thighs. “Is this good?” Eddie asks, his deep voice dripping out like honey that’s been sitting in the sun too long. His big brown eyes stare up at her, dusted with lust and heavy with need. “Yes, yes it’s perfect.” He lets out a deep laugh, making her squeeze her eyes shut as hard as she can to stop a moan from coming out of her pathetic mouth.

He finally lowers his head, pulling her thighs up to rest them over his shoulders. “Fuck look at that.” Eddie presses a kiss to her thigh, “is this all for me?” She bites her lip, nodding. Eddie dives in, pushing his tongue between her lips.

Y/n gasps, her hand flying into his dark waves. Her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the feeling of Eddie’s tongue working magic on her. He gently sucks at her clit while he slides a ringed finger inside of her. They hear a creek at the floor, the stepping sounds far too close to the room for their liking. Eddie looks up, panting. “Did you lock the door?” Y/n shakes her head and Eddie jumps up, walking to the door to quickly lock it before any of his rude friends could barge in.

Y/n admires Eddie’s perky ass, softly laughing at it bouncing. Eddie jumps back on the bed, both of his hands cupping her jaw as he pulls her into a kiss. Y/n hand cradles the back of Eddie’s head, closing her eyes and leaning into him. “I think I might have a condom.” Eddie softly laughs on her lips, pulling her body closer into his.

“I don’t have any. I didn’t think this was how the trip would go.” Her hands slide over his arms, threading their fingers together and placing pecks over his lips. “One” kiss “second” kiss “I’ve gotta grab one I’ll be right back.” He laughs on her lips, giving her hands one last squeeze before grabbing his wallet and pulling out an old condom he’s had in there for a while.

“It’ll do the trick, right?” Y/n softly laughs, nodding. “Yeah, as long as there’s no holes in it.”

Eddie shrugs, looking at the gold packet. “Should work.”

“Lay back.” Eddie mumbles, getting serious again as he tears open the packet with his teeth, rolling the condom onto his cock. “You ready?” He crawls between her legs, his thumb rubbing her clit. She nods, pulling home closer. He knees the bed, lining himself up before slowly pushing inside of her.

She gasps, gripping at his arm. “You okay, honey?” Eddie trails kisses over her neck, taking his time to place delicate kisses on her skin. “I’ve never been better.” He pulls out, starting to slowly thrust in and out of her while his mouth gravitates to one of her nipples.

He sucks at her nipples, feeling it grow hard in his mouth. He circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, gently biting at it. Her back arches into him, throwing her legs around his hips and pulling him into her again. “Faster baby, please.” Her hand rests on the back of his head again, moaning at the electric feeling pulsing through her body.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Eddie’s pants, completely breathless as he slides in and out of her, making a complete mess of the now crumpled sheets. Y/n feels her wetness drip down, surely making a wet mess of the fabric under her, but she couldn’t care less.

She didn’t expect the fucking whines that come out of his mouth. Whining like the one thing he’s never wanted has been ripped from his hands, laced with want and desire. She squeezes around him the moment the noise hits her ears, feeling like she could already cum around him.

He whines again, shoving his face against her neck. His hips speed up, snapping quick and deep. Eddie hits her G spot, making her back arch. He hums, letting out a little breath. She’d spend the rest of her life making him feel good as long as he keeps making these noises.

She doesn’t get around much, but she’s never had someone be so delicate with her but still make her feel so good. Everything about him is intoxicating, the slight drag of his teeth against her lip when he kisses her, the way his head falls back when he feels really good, the way his thick cock stretches her out perfectly and fills her up.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Jesus H Christ, I fucking love your pussy.” He's obviously close to cumming as he starts rambling on, his balls growing heavy as he gets closer and closer. “I need you to cum first, sweetheart.” His hand slips between them, rubbing her clit. Y/n’s thighs twitch as the feeling, feeling more lightheaded as she gets closer and closer.

She squeezes tight around him, never wanting it to end as his cock slides in and out of her dripping pussy, Eddie all over her. “I’m about to cum, Eddie.” It takes him all but one second after her words for Eddie to bust inside of her, moaning loud. His hand never slips from the spot where he rubs her cunt, needing her to cum more than he’s ever needed anything before. “C’mon honey. Cum for Eddie, please. I know you want to.” She whimpers, closing her eyes as he works her closer and closer.

“Eddie” she gasps, calling out his name while she cums, clenching around his dick while her eyes squeeze shut.

She blinks her eyes open, trying to catch her breath. She watches Eddie sink down between her thighs again, her eyes widening. “Holy shit” she whispers, feeling his tongue dart out to clean her messy pussy up.

He raises with a smile, pulling her into a kiss before he flops down next to her. “We’ve got to find spare sheets.” Y/n laughs, laying her head on Eddie’s chest. He rubs her back, kissing her forehead.

Edie glances around, suddenly feeling fidgety. “I…” he shuts himself down, not sure where to start. “Yeah?” Y/n looks up, placing a kiss to his bare chest. She laces their fingers together with the hand that wasn't softly scratching her back. “I know I’m not the… coolest guy ever, and I’ve still got some growing up to do… but I think I can be something good for you maybe… if that’s what you want.”

A smile breaks across Y/n's face, “I think so too, Eddie. I didn’t expect this trip to go this way… but maybe now you won’t have to lie to your bandmates about a girlfriend?” Eddie laughs, wrapping one of his legs around hers. “I think, maybe no more lies?”

“Yeah?” Y/n asks, rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand.

“Yeah.”

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“We should probably get up.” Y/n mumbles, Eddie half asleep as he breathes slowly with his head back against a pillow. “I can’t.” He whispers, “I’m too sleepy.” Y/n shakes her head, drawing circles on his chest. “We’ve just been laying on the wet sheets for almost an hour.” Eddie shrugs, finally opening his eyes.

“C’mon, I need to shower.” She jumps up and Eddie follows her, walking behind her as she opens the bathroom door, turning the shower on.

She looks in the mirror, trying to wipe the messy mascara that has leaked under her eyes. While she’s occupied Eddie leans against the wall, admiring her messy state. Completely bare, bed head and smeared makeup. “You’re really beautiful.” He’s just thinking out loud, really. Not fully aware of his thoughts just flowing out. “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Y/n stands there completely stunned, not sure what to say.

“No one ever said that to me.” She awkwardly laughs, feeling embarrassed by his sweet words.

“Really? That’s hard to believe.” He takes a step forward, brushing her hair out of her face. “Can I tell you something?” She nods. “I told the guys that I was dating you before I even asked you. You were the one I told them about all along.”

Y/n’s mouth falls open, at a loss for words. “It’s kind of creepy, huh?” He laughs, shaking his head at how unbelievably dumb he can be sometimes. “I just saw you at the bar and you were so sweet and I just… I got a little crush on you and I really didn’t think it’d go anywhere.”

She sighs, “Maybe a little creepy before, but not now that everything works out.” Eddie scoffs, feeling playful again. “Creepy huh. Sure you want to be with me?” Y/n hums, tapping her chin. “I’ll give it a good two months before I get a restraining order.”

Eddie's jaw dramatically drops, grabbing her and yanking her over to the shower with him. “And I thought it would be kind of endearing!”

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“Wake up, baby.” Y/n whispers, pressing kisses to Eddie’s cheeks to wake him up.

Today was the last day of the trip, and Y/n was kind of relieved. It was always nice to get a break and go away, especially with how this trip panned out for her- but it all felt like a dream and she wanted to get back to reality to make sure it was all as good as it seems.

Eddie groans, yelling while he stretches. He tosses the other way, trying to get away from her so he can sleep some more. “Eddie,” she laughs. “You’ve got to wake up. We gotta be out of here by one and I already let you sleep in until ten.”

Eddie groans again, sitting up with a grumpy look on his face as he rubs his eyes hard to force himself to wake up. He shouldn’t have put off packing last night, but he got a little preoccupied.

He turns to Y/n a deep from turning his whole face down. Suddenly a smile flickers onto his mouth, “I forgot you’re naked.” He rubs his hands together like he has an evil thought. Y/n steps out of bed, throwing on Eddie’s corroded coffin shirt and pulling her panties up. “No time for this. We’ve got to get packing.” Eddie flops back on the bed, sitting there for a beat until he throws himself out, standing up and stretching out with a big yawn.

“Put something on to cover your ass and get to packing.”

Eddie snaps his head to her, offended. “You love it!”

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Somehow, everyone packed all their things up and got them shoved in Eddie’s van with ten minutes to spare. Since Eddie drove the whole way up to the cabin, Gareth agreed to drive the last hour so Eddie could have a little break. 

“Get your ass in there.” Eddie jokes, smacking Y/n’s ass as she crawls into the van. She rolls her eyes, smacking his hand away before he closes the door for her. “Now you can’t fall asleep. I need twenty four seven entertainment to keep me driving.” She laughs, leaning her head back against the seat. 

“Were you guys in a fight at the start of the trip? You seemed pissed at each other.” Eddie and Y/n look at each other with knowing grins on their faces. “Something like that.” Y/n mumbles before Eddie starts up the van for the ride home. 

This drive doesn’t nearly seem as long as the first time around. Maybe that’s because she and Eddie get to cuddle up in the back, and Eddie is definitely relieved to not drive the whole way. 

Y/n plays in Eddie’s hair, softly massaging his scalp. “You’re putting me to sleep.” Eddie says with a sleepy smile, his eyes closed while he enjoys the light massage. His head rests in Y/n’s lap, deciding he needed a relaxing nap. 

“Yeah, well your nap won’t be too long. We’ll be home in about twenty minutes.” He groans, shoving his face in her thigh. “Just keep playing with my hair.” She laughs, “I will” 

It’s not long before they are back in Hawkins, sad the trip is officially over, but excited to be back home and in a more calm climate instead of there being a constant blizzard outside. 

Gareth dropped himself off and the others quickly trickled out, leaving just Eddie and Y/n. “I don’t want to leave you.” Eddie confesses, lifting their tangled hands and pressing kisses to each of her knuckles. “Maybe you don’t have to.” Eddie takes his eyes off the road for a second, glancing back at her. “Hm?” 

“Maybe just unpack at my place. Stay with me for a while.” She gives his hand a squeeze. “Maybe I’ll just stay with you.” He squeezes back, pulling up to her apartment building. 

“Let’s get in there. I want to make up for all that lost time on the trip when we weren't together.”

A/N: this is my first fic I’ve ever posted on here:)))! This is kind of big for me, sorry if there is typos I tried my best to check!!! I’ll fix the spacing because tbh it’s annoying me! I hope you liked it! Please let me know your thoughts!

Tagging people who asked or was interested! :D - @ali-r3n @celestair @rustboxstarr @the-fairy-anon @myotherlifeiswattpad

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[munson-blurbs]

Summary: Your lab partner, Eddie Munson, might be the most irritating person in your life. But when he unexpectedly comes to your rescue at a party, his chivalry is too hard to resist.

A collaboration with the absurdly talented @corroded-hellfire 🥰

WC: 3.8k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fem!Reader, enemies-to-lovers, drinking, Billy Hargrove being a douche, fighting, blood, praise, fingering, accidental voyeurism if you squint, unprotected p in v, fluff because Red & I are some corny motherfuckers

Thank you @blueywrites for your idea that upped the spice 🌶️🌶️ Divider credit to @saradika

“Okay, so we need to mix the magnesium with hydrochloric acid,” you start, carefully measuring each substance and pouring them into a test tube, “and then we light the splint and see if it creates a squeaking noise.”

“Right,” Eddie says, not bothering to hide his disinterest. “And, uh, why are we doing this, exactly?”

You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. Eddie getting under your skin is bad enough, but if he knew how much he annoyed you, he’d likely double down. 

“We’re testing for the presence of oxygen,” you say with as much patience as you can muster. “And you need to wear safety goggles.”

He rolls his eyes and mimics you in a high-pitched and highly unflattering tone. “You need to wear safety goggles.” 

He reaches for the matches, but you pull them away before he can grab them. 

“I’m serious.”

Eddie scoffs. “Please. We’re not even blowing shit up. Besides, I have a gig tonight, and I’m not getting on stage with goggle marks on my face.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure that’ll be the difference between your shitty band getting a record deal or not.”

“Whatever.” But he begrudgingly snaps on the protective gear, and you hand over the matchbox and the splint. 

“So just li—seriously?” You watch, dumbfounded, as Eddie strikes a match and uses it to light the cigarette perched between his lips. Where had he kept it this whole time?

“What?” He asks with a smirk. “There’s, like, a million of these left. I’ll use the next one for the experiment thingy.”

He doesn’t get that far; Ms. O’Donnell marches over and yanks out the cigarette, snuffs it in the tray, and orders him to the principal’s office. 

Leaving you to complete your work alone. Again. 

Last week, it was because he’d kicked his feet up on the table and took a swig of Mountain Dew from a beaker. The week before, he’d blown up a rubber glove like a balloon and popped it right in Jason Carver’s ear, causing him to shatter a test tube on the ground. 

You often felt more like a babysitter than a lab partner. 

What you needed was a night out, so the party Steve Harrington was throwing tonight could not come any sooner. It wasn’t your usual scene, but all of your friends were going, and it certainly beat raiding your parents’ liquor cabinet alone. 

Music blasts from an overpriced stereo system as you pull up to Steve’s house. Barely audible over the reverberating bass is the sound of drunken cheering as someone does a kegstand. You sigh, plaster a smile on your face, and make a beeline for the punch bowl. 

Heather Holloway ladles jungle juice into an already pink-stained cup; you’re grateful for at least one kind face in a sea of Hawkins High students and recent graduates. 

“Heather, hi!” You smile at her, plucking a new cup from the stack and filling it nearly to the brim. “How’s college?”

Heather takes a sip, wrinkling her nose at the vodka’s pungency. “Way better than high school,” she says with a laugh. “I’m taking an intro to biochem, and my lab partner actually shows up.”

You raise your glass in a mock toast. “Maybe you could take mine. He’s more trouble than he’s worth.”

She laughs. “Can’t be worse than when I was stuck with The Freak last year. He never showed up to class.” 

“Really?”

“Mhm. And Ginny Anderson was his lab partner during his first senior year, and he pulled the same shit.”

Lucky them, you think wryly. Guess he decided to be a star student for his third go-around. 

Frat boy-style cheering echoes from behind you and when you spin around you see Billy Hargrove strutting through the crowd, towards the kitchen. He throws a wink to a few girls and slaps five to one of the guys on the basketball team. If he’s coming into the kitchen, it’s the last place you want to be.

The living room is smoky and loud, but it beats getting stuck next to the booze with a jackass like Hargrove. Every thump of the bass has the little sips of alcohol you’ve taken sloshing around in your stomach. It’s hard to tell where you’re going or even what direction you’re going with so many people, so you just keep wading through groups until finally you come upon some space to breathe. 

Unfortunately, this space brings you right back to where you began: in front of the kitchen. Just in time for Billy to sidle up next to you, the scent of whiskey and tangy cologne wafting off of him in waves. 

“Where have you been all my life?” he asks, as if it’s supposed to be charming instead of nausea-inducing. 

“Was better a second ago,” you mumble, not caring if he hears you or not. But when you move to step away from the blonde, the smarmy look slips from his too-pretty face and is replaced with a mask of set determination. 

Strong fingers curl around your wrist, just tight enough to cause the barest amount of pain. The audacity and possessiveness are what piss you off the most, though. 

A gentle tug of your arm does nothing to free it from his grip, so you try a little harder. Still nothing.

“Let go,” you seethe. The words are biting, but you’re a chihuahua up against a doberman. 

Somehow, above your pulse pounding in your ears and the music thumping throughout the large house, you hear the distinct clang of a metal lunchbox snap shut and heavy boots on polished wood floors headed in your direction. 

You sense Eddie over your shoulder before he appears in your peripheral vision. A moment hangs in the air where he and Billy stare at one another, and you watch them both, unsure of what is about to happen. 

Eddie steels his jaw, unmoving. “Let her go,” he says, a slight rasp in his tone. 

The jock remains unfazed, unthreatened. “Shouldn’t you be worshiping Satan’s asshole, Freak?”

“Shouldn’t you be worshiping Tommy’s? Or does he only worship yours?”

A cacophony of laughter stirs up an anger inside of Billy. He grabs Eddie by the jacket collar and slams him against the counter. “If you don’t fuck off in the next three seconds, I’ll kick you ass so hard that your uncle won’t even be able to identify your body.”

Eddie smirks. “One…two—”

Billy’s fist crashes into Eddie’s cheek with a sickening crack. Eddie returns with a punch to Billy’s abdomen, but not before his face sustains a few more hits. 

Shock loosens its grasp on you and you call out for help, knowing it’s no use getting in the middle of their brawl. Someone—Tommy H, maybe—is chanting “fight!” and it takes all of your willpower not to clock him yourself. 

Billy finally lets up when Eddie falls to the floor, clutching his stomach in agony. “Maybe next time, you’ll mind your fucking business,” he spits through his split lip—one of the few punches Eddie managed to land. 

His smarminess is enough to provoke a reflexive response in you. As he gloats, you deliver a swift kick square to his crotch. A choked whine slips from Billy’s parted lips as he doubles over. You snort a laugh to yourself thinking about how the dumbbell is probably going to spin this story so he doesn’t seem like any less than the King of Hawkins High in front of his fellow party-goers. He’ll never be able to take away your satisfaction at using a pair of your nicest shoes to crush Billy’s balls though. 

Eddie is still on the ground, wiping blood that’s trickled out of his right nostril onto the back of his sleeve. Turning your back to Billy, you bend down and offer your hand to Eddie. He accepts it with a weak smile and you help him to his feet. 

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Eddie says with a shrug and a sad smile that knots your stomach. He’s been hurt worse than this?

Unable to follow that train of thought, you reach out and slip your hand into Eddie’s. You give a small tug and he readily follows you down the hall of the Harrington home, the thumping beat of the bass becoming softer the further you walk. 

In the back corner of the house you manage to find a bathroom that’s not occupied by someone puking the mixture of alcohol they’ve consumed or a couple hooking up, going at it like wild animals. This one looks like it’s been hardly touched all night and you click the lock into place once you and Eddie are inside. 

Eddie takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, his calloused fingers coming up to gently touch the gash right across his chin. He winces at the tenderness of the wound while you crouch down and look in the cabinets underneath the sink for a first aid kit. 

“Ah, here we are,” you announce as you pull out the small white box with the red cross on it. On your knees, you shuffle over towards Eddie and slide the kit along with you. “It’s not so bad,” you tell Eddie as you dab some rubbing alcohol on a small swath of gauze. “The face just bleeds more because—”

“Because the blood vessels in the face are so close to the skin,” Eddie finishes for you. 

“Wow,” you say, raising your eyebrows at him. “I’m impressed.”

“We are in the same science class, you know,” Eddie teases with a playful smirk. It quickly turns to a grimace though as you begin to dab at his wounds. 

“I thought I recognized you from the seat next to mine,” you joke back. There’s silence for a few moments while you clean off all the excess blood and bandage up the open cuts. “Why are you suddenly interested in science this year? I mean, I was talking to Heather before and she said you never showed up when you were her lab partner. So, what? Renewed attempt to graduate?”

“Uh,” Eddie says with an awkward chuckle. He avoids your eyes and rubs his hand along the back of his neck. “Something like that.”

“Got the hots for O’Donnell?”

He belly laughs at that thought, grimacing at the pain it causes. “Fuck, no!” He shakes his head. “She looks like a walrus and a naked mole rat had some sort of freaky baby.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Ew.”

“You were the one who suggested I’m into her,” Eddie rebutted, and fairly so. 

“I didn’t make you compare her to a—”

A loud crash stops you mid-sentence, followed by someone drunkenly lamenting, “not the punch!”

“We’re probably safer hiding out in here for a bit,” Eddie says softly, “unless you want to volunteer to clean up whatever mess they made.”

“I think cleaning up your mess is more than enough for tonight.” To punctuate your point, you swipe a clean piece of gauze over a small cut you’d previously missed. “Besides, I wanna know what’s suddenly got you showing up to class.”

Eddie’s eyes roam your body far more conspicuously than he’d like, but the attention fills you with a newfound warmth. “You.” He snorts out a little laugh, startling you slightly. “Fuck, I’m drunker than I thought.”

“W-Wait.” You fight off the embarrassment that accompanies your stuttered words. “I’m the reason …?”

He noticed your reaction, mistaking disbelief for discomfort. “Does that make things…does that make you feel weird?” Nerves marr whatever joking tone he was trying to convey. 

All you can do is shake your head. “No. It makes things…good.” Good insufficiently describes your reaction, though part of you waits for the other shoe to drop. It’s a prank, his way of getting back at you for—

A hooked finger in the belt loop of your jeans snags your attention, Eddie gently tugging you closer to him. “And now?”

“Still good. Better, actually.” Resting one hand on his sore chest, you lean in and add, “will it hurt if I kiss you?”

“Don’t care.”

Despite him not caring, you certainly care if you’re going to hurt him or not. Your mouth moves slowly towards his, lips just barely brushing against each other as your breaths co-mingle. It’s not enough for Eddie though, and he presses his lips against yours with more force, stealing the air from your lungs as your body melts against his. The back bathroom at the Harrington household is not something you would’ve considered romantic before, but right now it’s the only place you want to be. Tucked away in the corner with Eddie, trading explorative kisses as your hands roam each other's bodies. 

Your body buzzes when Eddie’s tongue sweeps against yours, heat immediately pooling between your legs. 

Instinctively, gingerly, you press your torso to his, one trembling finger hooking into his belt loop. A moan escapes you, soft but saturated with need. Eddie clocks it immediately. 

“Mhm.” His smile threatens to break the kiss. “That’s it.” 

You feel the button of your jeans unfasten, the sound of unzipping music to your ears. His hand slips between the denim and the newly exposed lace of your panties, grin widening when it reaches the damp patch. 

Eddie’s hardness strains against the confines of his own pants, and you rush to relieve that ache. His exhale when you touch him—over his boxers, but not as gently as he touches you—makes you even wetter. 

“Gotta have you.” He toys with your waistband but doesn’t explore further until he hears your ‘yes,’ pathetic and whimpering but consent nonetheless. “Good girl,” he growls, sending a shiver coursing through you. 

The pads of his fingertips find your clit without struggle, rubbing precise circles over it that have you groaning his name. “Every time you say my name from now on,” he murmurs, “I’m gonna think about this.”

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” It’s part taunt and part truth; only his name is on your mind. Your back arches against the sink, porcelain digging into your skin, but you barely notice. 

One strong hand reaches for the strap of your tank top, pulling it down so harshly that the fabric tears. He mutters a soft swear, tugs the rest of the shirt down until your bra is completely visible. 

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Eddie kisses your chest, groaning when the sensation of his lips causes you to squeeze his throbbing cock. “Careful, or I’ll—”

He’s interrupted by the door swinging wide open, Billy and Heather wrapped around each other in drunken lust. Billy’s eyes widen, their blueness dulled from the liquor, when he sees that the bathroom is currently occupied—and by whom. 

The intrusion startles you as well, but you’re much quicker at recovering than the inebriated asshole gaping at you from the doorway.

“Get the fuck out!” you hiss. 

Heather turns her head to look in your direction, as if she hadn't been aware there was anyone else in the bathroom until you’d spoken up. It’s clear she’s had quite a few more drinks since you’d seen her in the kitchen.

Whether it’s the alcohol, the shock, or his own stupidity, Billy doesn’t make a move towards leaving, let alone tug Heather along with him. The blonde shakes a few curls out of his eyes, causing Heather to reach up and twirl one around her finger.

“Jesus Christ, is this douche even capable of hearing a woman if she isn’t moaning his name?” Eddie mutters to you before rounding on the drunken pair and raising his voice. “The lady said out. Now.” 

Something finally snaps Billy out of his dazed state and he curls his lip, giving the two of you a half-hearted sneer. He pulls Heather out of the doorway so quickly that it looks like she gets whiplash as he slams the door closed behind them. 

Eddie leans over and locks the door, giving the knob a twist for good measure. “Do me a favor, honey?” His voice is a ribbon of silk down your spine. “Turn around so you’re facing the mirror.”

You do as he says, hands planted on the sink ledge. Your shirt is torn, make-up smudged, and you’re out of breath from the impromptu make out session. Ducking your head, you’re determined to avoid your reflection until tobacco-scented words tickle your ear from behind. 

“Be a good girl and look at yourself while I fuck you.” Eddie moves your thong over, exposing your pussy, and exhales with a tremble. His middle finger glides over your folds before pushing into you slowly. “You got wetter when I called you a good girl, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” you manage, stifling a moan as his ring finger joins his middle. 

A teasing pout graces Eddie’s lips. “Such a good girl. And only for me.”

“Only for you,” you echo. 

He taps the head of his cock on your bare ass, leaving drops of pre-cum in his wake. “Gotta be inside you,” he growls. “Gotta fuckin’ feel what a good girl you are.”

The sensation of his cock dragging down along your folds mixed with him knowing just what to say to get you squirming has you dropping your head forward with a soft whimper. A strong, calloused hand quickly finds its way up to your throat though, and presses with just enough pressure to remind you that you’re supposed to be looking at yourself in the mirror. 

When you lift your head, you’re greeted by the sight of a smirking Eddie behind you in the mirror.

“Atta girl,” he praises. 

At a torturously slow pace, Eddie begins to push inside of you. A guttural groan slips past your gritted teeth as he stretches your walls, the pleasure causing you to curl your toes inside your shoes.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes out before pulling his hips back. “Pussy’s even tighter than I imagined.”

The mental image of Eddie laying in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, thinking of you is enough to make your knees weak. They can’t buckle too much; Eddie has one hand gripping you tight and the other trailing down to your clit. Each deliberate circle is punctuated by a thrust, pleasure from every angle. 

He kisses your shoulder blade, groaning when you tighten around him. “Look at yourself,” he growls his reminder. “Look how beautiful you are, all fucked out like this.”

You catch another glimpse; this time, you see Eddie’s lust-filled expression along with your own. He’s even further gone than you are, so focused on burying himself within you to care about the sweat matting his bangs to his forehead or the way his teeth dig into his lower lip. 

“Say it.” His voice is half-commanding, half-pleading. 

“S-Say what?” Each word is a struggle, your orgasm building to a peak you’d never before reached. 

“That you’re beautiful.” He tugs you even closer to him, and there’s no mistaking his dominance for anything else. “So—goddamn—beautiful.”

You follow his order without a second thought. “I’m b-beautiful, all fucked out like th-this.” 

Eddie’s hips snap against the plush of your ass at a frenetic pace. “That’s it; that’s my good girl.” Not a good girl, you note. His good girl. 

One hand atop his, desperate for as much contact as possible, you moan: “your good girl.”

“Oh, fuck.” Everything is you—you and him together, and it drives him to the edge. “You…you gotta…’m so close,” he rambles. 

“Me, too.” Panting breaths mingle with his groans, your walls tightening around him as you come. It’s so much, so intense, and tears cloud your vision resulting from the overwhelming bliss. “Eddie, oh, Eddie.”

He spills into you with a cry of your name. “H-ohmygod, holy fuckin’ shit.” His thrusts don’t stop until every last drop of his cum is inside you. 

Eddie’s chest presses against your back, but he’s careful not to put all his weight on you. The feeling of him so solid and warm behind lulls you from pure ecstasy to warm contentment, not wanting to move out from beneath him. 

A few silent moments pass before Eddie pulls out of you, both of you disappointed by the loss of contact. But Eddie’s hands refuse to let you go entirely, gently running over your hips and up your sides. The touch is featherlight and sends a comforting tingle throughout your limbs.

“You with me?” Eddie’s worn-out voice asks you.

“Mhmm,” you hum in acknowledgment. “Don’t wanna move.”

Eddie gives a husky chuckle in reply before he stands up, reluctantly taking a step away from you. Your own muscles whine in protest as you stand straight, the tell-tale signs of a good fucking already settling in. 

The two of you begin to clean up, each slipping back into articles of clothing along the way. One question prickles the back of your mind in the quiet room and you know your brain won’t be able to rest until it has an answer.

“Uh, Eddie?” you ask once you’ve cleaned up your smeared lipstick.

“Yeah?”

“Are you still going to come to class? Or, you know, now that you’ve had me you won’t have a reason to anymore?” You try to hide the insecurity in your tone but there was no mistaking the slight edge your words had. 

Eddie pauses mid-buckling his belt and gives you a frown. 

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says and the nickname alone already has your engine revving for a round two. “I wouldn’t sit through O’Donnell’s class for someone I only wanted to fuck. If I’m gonna listen to that hag drone on and on then there’s a damn good reason I’m sitting my ass in that classroom.” With a sigh, Eddie steps closer to you and after a moment’s hesitation, cups your face in his hands. “Can I take you out? Do things, ya know, the right way?”

A little trill of a giggle bursts out of you, which makes Eddie frown. But you’re quick to let him in on what you found amusing.

“You mean having sex in a bathroom at Steve Harrington’s house isn’t the typical way romances start?”

A grin slowly slides across Eddie’s mouth and you swear it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. All you want to do is keep that smile on his handsome face as much as you possibly can. 

“A romance, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “If I’d known that’s what this was, I would’ve at least fucked you in a guest room.”

You let your fingers brush over the fly of his jeans, feeling a gentle twitch from behind the zipper. “How about for round two?”

Eddie holds your face in his hands as he kisses you deeply, only breaking it to smile and murmur: 

“You read my mind, Beautiful.”

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Description: When you get Eddie to agree to be on auction for the Valentine’s Ball, you don't count on jealousy affecting you this much. To be fair, you didn’t think Chrissy Cunningham would be there. But maybe, just maybe, he likes you just as much as you like him? 

Warnings: Angst, fluff and smut, my favourite horsemen. NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll shoot you with arrows and not the cupid kind. Slight older, 25 ish Eddie Munson x 23 ish fem reader, confessions, BFFs to lovers, oral fem receiving, p in v unprotected sex (dress before you impress irl) 

A/N: So this was meant for Valentines but I decided to catch Covid instead. Inspired by the auction scene in Groundhog Day. I loved writing this, hopefully you get the desperate pining feeling that I was trying to give off. I love all of you, not only on Valentines but every day. 

Comments and reblogs keep this little paper heart from bursting Into flames. Please, comment and reblog, it makes me so happy you don't even know. 

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“So sweetheart,” Eddie begins, a sly smile creeping over his face as he steeples his hands in front of him, elbows on his knees, “are you gonna tell me why you did it?” He's sitting across from you in his armchair, like this is some sort of bizarre job interview. 

The surroundings are familiar. Eddie's second hand couch, the worn fabric soft under your thighs. The coffee table you helped drag up four flights of stairs, adorned with a coaster placed entirely for your benefit, of course. It's not like Eddie cares about water rings. The comforting smell of the fabric softener Eddie uses intermingled with cigarettes, and incense to cover the smoky aroma. That, and Eddie's aftershave; faint after a night in proximity of it, but there all the same. 

The situation is not familiar. The wayward glances, the lingering touches, the tension filling the air so thick it's like trying to move through cake batter. Wading through some dense, sweet, all consuming feeling that sticks to your ribs and pulls you into its gravity.

Torn between looking at him and shyly stirring your drink with its straw, you think about it. Why did you? The answer wasn't simple. It never was, with Eddie.

It all started with the Valentines Charity Ball your mom roped you into helping to organise. She was a force to be reckoned with, your mom. The human equivalent of a wrecking ball. When she got involved with any good cause, no one and nothing could stop her. Including you. 

So, when she ran to you in desperation last night, you didn't hesitate. One of the guys for the date auction had taken ill and she was stuck for a fourth. So, the first name you could think of spilled out of your mouth. It took some convincing. No, he's not just some freak. Yes, he's doing well for himself. Yes, he's got a steady job, an apartment. No, he doesn't deal anymore. Yes, he's good looking, obviously. No, we aren't a thing, we were never a thing. 

You were never a thing. It was much more complex than that. Affairs of the heart always were. When you'd met Eddie at school you were quiet. A loser, living on the fringes of obscurity; not popular, but not strange enough to be bullied. Eddie was safe. A shield. You'd entered Hellfire without a second thought. And sure, he was handsome, ridiculously so. But at the time, he was seeing some twig called Stacey or Samantha or something, and you bit down on your attraction. Hid it deep within the tissue of your heart. Swallowed it whole. Then, you'd dated Thomas, and after that, he had seen Wendy, and then it was circumstantial. At no point had the pair of you been single together until recently, so it clearly wasn't meant to be. Whatever attraction you'd been harbouring was mellowed, dissolved and disintegrated in yourself. After that, he was just Eddie. 

Convincing Eddie to do the auction had been an entirely different story. It wasn't nerves. He had stood on tables in the cafeteria to speak his mind, after all. He had conveyed his innermost thoughts to almost any who would listen, like some wayward preacher at a bizarre sermon. It could never be nerves, not with him. It was always the fear of not being enough. The fear of himself. After many words of encouragement, he'd agreed. If only to shut you up, but it worked. 

What you hadn't accounted for was the sight of Eddie climbing out of his beat up van in a goddamn button up shirt and fucking dress shoes. In jeans that weren't ripped, with wild hair scooped back into a low bun. You hadn't counted on the easy smile you'd seen a thousand times now winding into your stomach and sending raven wing beats into your heart. In the soft wink that loosed a thousand moths within your core. Moths, they say, live at most, a day, but these seem ancient compared. Alive in an enclosure you had created years ago, set loose suddenly and all at once, their once fixated caretaker ignoring his responsibilities. 

“Hey sweetheart, am I late?” 

When had his voice gained that huskiness, that depth? When had looking into his chocolate brown eyes melted your insides? A twinge in your back brought on by the stress of the night took you back to the here and now. Gazing back at him whilst you attempted to rub it away, you replied.

“N-no, not at all. You, you look really good, Eddie.” 

He scoffed aloud, shaking his head in disbelief, a cascade of loose curls flowing around his face. 

“That's a load of crap. You, hey, you look amazing. Seriously, smoking hot.” 

Your head span with the compliment, as you looked down at your own outfit. It was a ball after all, and for once your mom had insisted on a dress. It was a deep red, cheap satin, low cut, a tasteful hem at the knee, with a slit up the side providing at least a little mobility, and kitten heels. Currently, you felt like an outsider looking into a different world through plexiglass, but the way Eddie looked at you made you feel like you belonged. 

‘It's nothing, just a dress.” 

“Hey,” he replied, crowding your space with the confidence he embodies, “you look incredible. Trust me.”

His knuckles dragged across your flushed cheek, and for a moment all sense of who you were and why this was happening was lost to the feel of his skin on yours. But only for a moment. Dipping your eyes down, you took a tiny step back. 

“We should head inside Eddie. You ready?” 

After a couple of hours of cheesy music and weak as fuck punch, you tapped your fingers on your plastic cup and turned down the latest pensioner who thought you were here for his amusement. Until finally, the host tapped the microphone and asked everyone to gather at the front for the main event. You made your way to the side of the stage in case you were needed, and waited for the bidding to start. 

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have the highlight of the night. For one night only, Hawkins’s most eligible bachelors will be yours, to an extent. Be prepared to be wined, dined, and entertained, by our finest gentlemen, all in the name of charity, of course. And first up, is our very own George Heights! Give it up for George everyone!” 

The crowd clapped as George walked onto the stage, an early balding man with just the hint of a pot belly poking through his chequered blue shirt.  

“George is an artist, and an aspiring architect, with a penchant for poetry and an insatiable appetite. Give it up for George, everybody!”

After a lukewarm auction, which ended with George being bought for 65 bucks, the next one was sold. And the next one. Pretty soon, it was Eddie's turn. He stepped forward, and whispers began to float around you. You expected that, to some extent, but there were woops, and even a wolf whistle too. Ever the showman, he bent into a low bow, straightened back up, and winked at the audience. 

“And last, but not least, we have a handsome young man up for your bidding pleasure. Put your hands together for Eddie!” 

As he did a turn on the spot, hands outstretched, the rouse of applause went on for longer than you thought it would. Enthusiastic hands clapped for your man.

No. Your friend. Just a friend. 

“That's it, that's what we're looking for! Eddie is a mechanic, and a talented guitarist, who is looking for your company tonight! So, starting bid, can I hear twenty dollars?” 

“Here! Twenty dollars!” An old lady waved her programme enthusiastically in the air. Eddie's eyes rolled and caught yours momentarily, and you flashed a smile at him. 

“There we go, twenty! Can we go to twenty five?” 

“Thirty!” an equally old lady shouted, earning you yet another look from him that made you laugh. 

“Fifty dollars!” 

The crowd went silent as a man in the back shot his hand in the air. 

“Woah, a high bidder! Anyone want to beat fifty?” 

Before the crowd had a chance to recuperate a young and extremely pretty woman's hand shot upward. 

“One hundred dollars!” 

Everyone fell silent. The only thing not getting the message was your heartbeat. The beautifully manicured and delicate hand belonged to none other than Chrissy fucking Cunningham. 

She looked more beautiful than ever. Hawkins’s sweetheart, all grown up. The popular girl, the pretty girl. Prettier than you, at least to your mind. Prom queen, beauty pageant winner, and the icing on the cake? Actually a nice person. No one could hate her, it would be like kicking a kitten. 

But as your heart dropped like a lead weight into your chest, you thought you wouldn't mind seeing a bit of fur flying across the room, guided by your heels. 

You saw it, you couldn't fail to. The sudden way Eddie stood a little straighter, chest puffed up a little more, as a slow smirk crawled over his face. 

“One hundred? Wowee! Thank you young lady! Anyone for one twenty?” 

The man at the back called out, “right here!” 

Chrissy giggled, small hand held up covering the cute noise, and made another bid. 

“One thirty!” 

It seemed like the entirety of your body's blood had rushed to your head. You felt dizzy and sick, watching this happen, like some slow motion car crash. Again, your damned back hurt. you rubbed it in vain, and gazed back at the ruin in front of you.  

“One fifty!” The man at the back bellowed. Eddie's eyes widened, and he put his hands together, as if in prayer. His gaze was begging, pleading, and directed at Chrissy. 

The frozen spell you seemed to have been under lifted suddenly. This was not going to happen, you wouldn't let it. Chrissy had everything she could possibly need, she didn't need more. She couldn't have him. 

He's yours. 

Through watery eyes, you fiercely trawled through your purse, and came across the little envelope you tucked in there earlier. The money you had scraped together to go towards buying a car. You'd almost forgotten it, intending to drop it home before you came here. 

It looked like you'd have to be a pedestrian for a while longer. 

At the same time Chrissy placed delicate fingers in the air, your whole arm shot up, purse clutched in hand. 

“Two hundred and fifty two dollars and thirty nine cents!” 

Gasps and grunts from the crowd echoed throughout the hall as everyone turned to face you. Even Eddie's jaw hit the floor. It took a moment for it to register, but when it did people were cheering. 

“Well, I think that wraps it up folks! The highest bid of the night, sold to the very eager young lady in red right over here! What a great donation!”

He continued talking, wrapping up the show, and signalled for the music to start once again. Blood was hammering in your ears, making you almost oblivious to everyone around you. All you could focus on in your tunnel vision was Eddie as he walked to the edge of the stage, climbed off in a smooth hop, and started sauntering toward you. 

“You know, if you wanted me that badly you could have just asked, sweetheart.” He said, as he flashed you a smug grin. 

“Hey, I was just saving you from that guy over there, pretty sure he wanted more than a date.” Your words came out calmer than you thought you were capable of as you clenched a fist at your side to hide your shakes. 

“Oh, really?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, “That's what you were saving me from, huh?” 

He knew it was a lie. You knew it was a lie. You're pretty sure the entire hall knew it was a lie. 

“Of course, don't want some old geezer putting his hands all over you. Not a fun Valentines. Plus, I own you now. You've gotta do what I say.” 

Your hands dropped to your hips, holding them as you smiled at him. 

“Kinky,” he replied, stepping closer, making you falter in your confident stance as you’re forced to look up at him, “so, what are your orders, princess?” 

“Can you, get me a drink. A proper drink, from the bar? Please?” 

Taking your hand in both of his, he brought it up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it that turned your insides upside down. 

“Easy. Your wish is my command. Jack and Coke, right?” 

Gormlessly nodding, all you managed to say was a stunted “uh huh.”

He flashed that grin again, and bounced off with more of a spring in his step than usual. 

You turned on your heel, begging yourself to get your head together, and busied yourself with gathering the donations for the auction, including your hefty one, and passed the cash to your mom to be locked away. When you approached, she opened her mouth but you wildly waved a finger at her. 

“I know, I don't want to hear it. Not right now.” 

She smiled, and just said, “pretty sure you could have got that date for free.” 

Rolling your eyes and simultaneously rubbing your back, you passed over the cash and turned quickly, nearly slamming into someone. 

“Easy princess, I know you bought me but I won't stand for full on tackling.” 

He was holding your drink high, arms up to protect it.

“Sorry Eds, just escaping from-” 

You looked over your shoulder, but your mom had disappeared. 

“-nevermind. Thank you.” 

As you grabbed your drink you took a generous gulp in a vain attempt to steady your nerves. 

“So, now you have me, what are you gonna do to me?” 

As he guided a wolfish grin to you, you simply rolled your eyes, trying to hide the fact that several unsavoury thoughts were swimming through your mind. 

“What if I told you to hop on one leg and bark like a dog, huh?” You replied, sending a grin right back. 

“Oh you don't think I would? Don't test me princess.” 

You simply folded your arms and cocked your head, daring him with a look. Eddie nodded, and started fucking bouncing on one leg. 

“Woof! Woo-” 

“OK OK stop you weirdo!” Gasping a laugh, you grabbed him by the crook of his elbow and dragged him away from the curious stares of those around you. 

As the song changed to a slow ballad, Eddie whipped the drink from your hand despite your protests and placed it on a nearby table. 

“What are you doing?” 

Grasping your hand he escorted you to the middle of the dance floor and suddenly pulled you so close that the air expelled from your lungs. There was no air, just music, and feeling, and Eddie. 

“I'm dancing with you. Isn't this what you do on dates?” 

As he held your hips, thumbs rubbing into your sides, your mind cleared. Like a bubble of smoke had popped. This felt good. This felt right. You circled his neck within your arms and relaxed for the first time that evening.  

“This isn't a date, Eds.” 

Your words held some spite, but it was belied by the smirk tugging at your cheeks. 

“You are right. This isn't a date. If it was, well, we wouldn't be surrounded by geriatrics.” he nodded at the crowd around you, eliciting a high pitched giggle from your chest. 

As you swayed in step with him, gazing into his chocolate eyes, the smirk only grew, fuelled by the mischief in his eyes. 

“So, if this was a date, what would we be doing instead?” 

A part of you wants to feel bashful and turn away, but the spell his eyes have you under is in control. No force on earth could tear your gaze asunder. The couples around you could burst into flames and be chalked up to little more than background noise. 

“Well, first, I would have picked you up at your house, bought you some flowers too,” he said as he brought his hand to yours, holding it and pushing you into his frame even more, so you strained your neck up to him. His breath fanned delicately against your ear as he continued his explanation. 

“Probably took you to a fancy restaurant, with fabric napkins,” he said, making you giggle at his understanding of ‘fancy’, “would have paid too. Maybe had some wine. Shared a dessert.” 

“Yeah?” You nearly whisper it, words falling into the exposed skin of his neck. 

“Yeah. Then, I would have taken you back to my place, offered you a cup of coffee,” suddenly he spun you, pressing his lithe front to your waiting back, his fingers scooping the hair from your neck sending comet trails of sensation down your spine. He continued, words making your head dizzy, “Then, I would kiss you, properly. Like you deserve to be kissed.” 

As he spun you back to face him, you held his gaze for a moment, seeing every ounce of honesty etched into those big brown eyes. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Let's get out of here.” 

You shake your head, bringing yourself back to the here and now. Here you sit, opposite Eddie, invaded by his scent, debating whether or not to just tell the truth and hang the consequences. 

Taking a gulp of your drink, you set it back down and look Eddie in the eye. 

“Listen, I'm gonna be honest. I saw the way you looked at Chrissy and I… I was jealous. I didn't think, I just kinda acted. I'm sorry if it was weird.” 

Bravery fleeing your bones leaving behind an airy wobble, you look at your own lap, fingers twisting over and over. You're only slightly aware of the shuffle and rustle of Eddie rising to his feet, of footsteps, of the dip in the couch next to you. Then, Eddie's large hand comes to rest over both of yours. 

“Do you know why, sweetheart? Why were you jealous?” 

His hand is steady, fingers stilling your movements confidently, but there's a quaver to his voice that seems entirely unlike him. Grasping his fingers, you absentmindedly play with his heavy rings. 

“I feel stupid. I've had… kind of a crush on you, since high school.”

Of all the reactions, you hadn't expected a deep laugh to reverberate from his chest. Recoiling in horror, you shift your hands away from his and move to stand, your only thought to run, flee. 

“No no no, please, sit,” he asks, hands grasping at your waist to keep you there, as you rub at the twinge in your back again. 

“Turn around,” he says, and you don't find it in you to disobey. Firm hands stroke softly down your back, “you've been rubbing your back all night. Right here?” 

Fingertips circle the spot that's been aching and you nod, confused.

“Eddie, if this is a rejection, it's a really odd one- oh fuck, right there.” 

He chuckles lowly, knuckles working at the knot near your spine. 

“It's not, it's really not. You're in pain, and I know you'd never ask. Plus, I, ha, don't have the balls to say this to your face.” 

You don't say anything in response, you can't. Of course he's noticed you're in pain, he always notices stuff like that. The fact that this isn't a rejection though? It has your head reeling with so many thoughts that you can't express the words. Eddie clears his throat, hands rubbing into your skin through your dress, easing some of the building anxiety. 

“I've got a secret. I've- had a crush, on you, since middle school.” 

“Shut up!” You gasp, mouth hanging open at his confession. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“You didn't even know me in middle school Eds.”

“Yeah I did. Well, sorta. You remember that day I ran into the library? I asked for help?” 

You pick at the scab of a memory, itching it to the forefront of your brain. 

“Oh yeah, you were running from that idiot... Johnny?”

“Jimmy Salinsky. He was gonna beat on me. You, you didn't hesitate. You didn't even know me, but you told me to hide under your chair, you even threw your coat over your lap to hide me.” 

“What else would I do?” 

He snorted derisively, continuing his impromptu massage, “ignore me, tell me to fuck off, just like anybody else. But you, no, you didn't. Jimmy ran in looking for me and you didn't even lie! He asked if a freak had run in and you-” 

“-I said ‘the only freak in here is you’, I remember.” 

“That's right!” He laughs, squeezing your hips appreciatively, “Then he asked if you'd seen the poor kid, Eddie. You said, ‘I've never even met an Eddie’, which was true too. Not like I introduced myself before I dived under your chair. I remember crouching there, trying not to laugh, watching your little legs swinging. You had odd socks on, and you smelled really good. Anyway, I crushed on you hard.” 

Head buzzing over his words, you try to organise your thoughts. 

“Did the guys- did Hellfire know?” 

“Sweetheart, I'm surprised you didn't know, it was common knowledge. I just thought you never liked me like that.” 

Turning to face him again, you stroke hesitant fingers over his knee. 

“Didn't say anything, you were seeing Stacey.” Eddie's face screws in confusion until clarity rings like a bell in his mind. 

“Her? I wasn’t- that wasn't a relationship. I would have stopped in a fucking heartbeat if I'd known.” 

“Oh. I dated Tom to get over you.” 

“I dated Wendy to get over you!” 

Sharing a laugh, you both hold eye contact, giggles dying at the realisation of what this means. 

“So, Eddie, about that kiss…” you inch forward, ever so slightly nearer to him. A pink tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting his bottom lip. 

“Yeah, that. That was me, running my mouth,” he says, anxiety wracking his voice as he strokes his neck compulsively, “Not that I don't want to kiss you, I do, just, erm, don't expect fireworks?” 

It's almost like he's back at middle school, the nerves radiating off of him. Smiling sweetly, you take his hand and place it on your jaw, leaning into its touch. The breath he exudes is shaky as he moves closer, eyes darting to your lips as yours flutter shut. 

It's tentative; a brush of his mouth as if he's scared of you running, of some practical joke. When you make no move to pull away his thumb strokes your cheek, lips now moving more confidently against yours. Your heartbeat is echoing inside your head as your hand slips to slither down his chest and around him, circling his side. 

Only then does his tongue slowly snake out to wet your bottom lip; a silent plea which you happily grant. Still, it's delicate, tongues moving leisurely against one another as if you have all the time in the world. It's by no means dispassionate; far from it, it may be the most emotionally  charged kiss of your life, but it feels like he's holding back. 

So, you pull him closer by the front of his shirt, flicking your leg over his knee as your fingers tug hard. It's then that his tongue licks into you in earnest, thick and smooth, filling your insides with need. Just when you feel utterly consumed, whining inside his mouth, he breaks away. After a few pecks to your lips, he presses his forehead to yours, breath uneven, cooling your swollen lips. 

“I'm in love with you.” 

It comes out of his mouth in a rush. All you can do is stare gormlessly. 

“Huh?” 

“I love you. I just needed you to know that. This isn't just a- a thing. I'm in love with you, I have been since forever. I know it's a lot to take in, and I don't expect you to say it back I just need you to-”

You shut him up, pressing a hard kiss to his parted lips.

“Eddie, you lied.” 

“What? I'm telling the truth I-”

“You said don't expect fireworks. You were wrong.” 

Wasting no more time, you force your body onto him, tongue clashing against his teeth as the force of your kiss presses him backwards. His head makes contact with the arm of the couch, hands hot and heavy on your hips, pushing you into his bulge. 

The fabric of your dress is constricting your movements, making you huff into his mouth. 

“Eddie,” you manage in between spit slicked kisses, “unzip me.” 

There's a cross between a grunt and a moan that vibrates from him into you as his hand wanders across your back, groping its way to the zipper. In a few short bursts he manages to unzip it, not once breaking the kiss. 

Cool air hits your skin and you stand up, shimmying the dress to the floor and you straddle him moving in for- 

“Woah, slow down a second, just, just wait.” 

You try to kiss him again but he pushes you back, your ass flush against his crotch as you sit up. His gaze is scrutinising, examining every inch of your form, making you feel more exposed than you've ever felt in your life. 

The desperate urge to shy away works into your arms as you cross them over your chest, but Eddie's having none of it. He tugs at them gently, pulling them to your sides as his thumbs rub encouragement into your skin. 

“Sweetheart, there's a thirteen year old boy doing backflips in my head. Let him have a moment.” 

A little laugh you let out comes out as a snort whilst he gazes up at you in wonder. So, you give him a show, flicking your bra undone in one practised movement and sliding the straps down your arms, eventually letting it fall to the floor. 

“Jesus H Christ and all the angels.” He breathes, grip tightening on your forearms. 

A quivering hand reaches up, and to your surprise, cups your face. 

“You are so beautiful.” 

Eyes suddenly watering, you blink twice to will the onslaught of emotion away. 

“Not like Chrissy though,” you shrug, eyes downturned. 

“No, you're not like her. You're beautiful, like you.” 

Tugging you forward, he pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss, the full force of his feelings overflowing and filling your heart with heat. With a nibble to your bottom lip, he lets up for a second. 

“Can we go to my bedroom?” 

Nodding, you clamber off him and stand up. Eddie just makes a noise like you knocked the wind out of him, holding his hand to his heart. 

“What?” You ask, hands on your hips, like it was normal to be standing in front of him in just a pair of panties. 

“Don't look all stern like that, or I'm gonna bust in my pants,” he jokes, standing and crowding your back. 

The journey to the bedroom takes a while. Mostly because you can't keep your hands off of each other. He's grinning, giddy as a school boy, firm hands pressing into your sides, hips, ass. You respond in kind, nearly ripping his shirt in your efforts to remove it, only managing to unbutton the offensive material to expose his lean tattooed torso. 

Eventually, your spine hits Eddie's mattress, the soft furnishing welcoming you, begging you to sink in further. His touches are soft too, almost reverent in their delivery. He stands to remove his shirt and jeans, bulge prominent in his black trunks with little patterns on them. As he coaxes you further up the bed you squint and realise what they are. 

“Eds… are you wearing Star Wars underwear?” 

He chuckles, following your eyeline. “They are Darth Vader pants, to be specific, very manly.” 

The smile you flash him almost hurts your cheeks, the situation feeling so close to normal. Normal adjacent at least. 

“Yeah, very manly. Almost caveman like.” 

“Look, I didn't think I'd have a hot girl watching me undress tonight, let alone the woman of my dreams. Just forget the nerd pants.” 

You're laughing now, even when he's grabbing a pillow and getting you to lay on top of it, positioning you just where he wants you. Your giggles stop however, when he asks a question that steals your breath away. 

“Do I need to put a towel down?” 

“That's very presumptuous of you.” You smile, batting your eyelashes at him. 

“Look, I'm just asking. I don't mind sleeping in a wet patch I just want you to be comfortable.” 

He hovers over you, lips pressed into a line of concern. pressing your mouth to his to will the tightness away, you whisper into his face. 

“You want me to stay?” 

“Sweetheart, I'd ask you to move in tomorrow.” 

The next kiss is a searing heat, all heaving tongue and grinding hips. His hand winds into your hair, tilting your head to get you just where he wants you. No longer the blushing boy, he's the confident man, taking just what he needs and giving you what you crave. It's fire, it's want, it's everything. 

“Eds?” You murmur into his mouth as your hips chase his form. 

“Hmm?”

“Get the towel.” 

Hopping off of you, he practically skips out of the room, leaving you to debate whether or not to take your panties off. As you finally decide to strip them, fingers wedged into the fabric, he returns. 

“Nope, just wait, please?” He asks, propping you up with ease to lay the towel down under you. So, you let go, allowing your arms to fall to your sides.

“Lemme look after you,” he says, climbing on top of you to plant open mouthed kisses to your neck. You nod, gasping when his teeth graze a sensitive spot on your neck. Short nails dig into his back as you whimper at the contact. 

“Right there princess, hmm?” He chuckles, mouthing at your neck. 

“Uh huh- oh fuck,” as he bites softly, tongue flicking out to lather at the spot. 

Moving down, his lips press to your collarbone, then down your chest, until he places a peck to your nipple. 

“I've been dreaming about these tits, but nothing can compare to the real thing,” his tongue darts out, swirling around the pebbled nub, sending goosebumps over your skin, “fuckin’ flawless sweetheart.” 

You want to say a smart remark, shaking your head, but all thoughts fly out the window when he sucks, rough fingers reaching out to rub the other. Back arching, your legs clamp on his little waist, saying their own prayer to keep him there. 

As he releases his mouth with a wet noise, the thoughts flood back, all barriers forgotten. 

“I've been thinking about you too, what you'd do, what it looks like,” you admit, truths flying free in the heat of the moment. 

“Yeah?” He smiles up at you, “been thinking about my dick?” 

“Yeah, how'd it feel in my mouth, how'd it feel inside me,” you breathe out as he continues his worship of you, tonguing and kissing at your tummy. 

“Fuck,” he says, hot air fanning over his wet string of loving kisses, “you're gonna kill me, saying shit like that.” 

“Don't die, I'll never find out,” you joke, breathing unsteady as he falls between your thighs, playfully nipping at the sensitive flesh. 

“Oh we wouldn't want that. How else could you know what this feels like?” 

Lifting your head, he locks eyes with you as he licks thickly over your clothed clit, pressing hard. 

“Oh Eddie, yes,” you wail, wriggling under his touch. 

He merely smiles in response, hooking rough fingertips into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down almost torturously slowly. They stick between your legs so much that your cheeks flush. Eddie doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, working them off your feet and tossing them on his bedside table. You briefly wonder if you're going to get them back, but then his lips are sucking at the soft skin on your ankle and you stop caring. 

Up, up, up he moves, showing each patch of skin just the same amount of love, until he reaches the crease where your thigh meets, tongue rippling over it. You huff in frustration, hips wiggling. 

“I'm getting to it sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to your mound, “I wanna savour this.”

Words of protest dissipate when he laps at you, rooting out your clit without a moment's hesitation. Any clandestine thoughts you had about this very moment are nothing compared to this. To the feel of Eddie sucking at your clit, his pillowy lips wrapped around it. To the sudden roughness of his fingers as they graze your entrance. To the breach of one, slipping deep inside of you, immediately seeking out your sweet spot. 

“Eddie, ri-right there, oh God!” 

He moans into you, vibrations tickling you in the most delicious way. It's an amazing feeling, but you can't help but think about the noises you're making. Maybe they're pathetic, and not what he's used to?  You bet he's heard some beautiful moans in his time. Some pretty blonde things with long legs and big tits. Girls who know what they're doing. Oh God, what if you start feeling him up and he laughs at you? What if- 

“Hey, sweetheart, you here?” 

He gazes up at you between your legs, eyes boring into you with the question. 

“Sorry, so sorry, I'm here I-” 

“Hey. Don't apologise. You in your head?” He asks, head resting on your thigh, “you know we don't have to do this right now.”

“No, no I want to, honest, it's just- I dunno, second guessing myself? I'm just thinking about-” 

“See? That's the problem. Stop thinking. Lie back and enjoy it. Just, get out of your head. No place I'd rather be.” 

His brown eyes are wide, wet with honesty. He was never able to hide his real emotions, at least not with you. 

“OK, I'm so- I'll enjoy it.”

“That's it. Close your eyes princess, and just feel.” 

Eyes fluttering shut, you concentrate on the feel. Of his lips, suckling softly at your clit, tongue running around the hood. Then, fingers slipping inside once again, curling within you. Moans slither out of your hoarse throat as your hips roll up to meet his lips. 

“That's it, so good for me,” he mumbles into you, “doing such a good job. You sound so sweet.” 

Sweet. You sound sweet. 

In that instant, all your hang ups begin to melt away. The pleasure he's giving you is hitting just right, making you forget all your worries. Pressure builds in your tummy; a whirling, winding force hitting you from the inside out. You're squirming, but it's as if someone outside of you is letting you know. It must be Eddie's firm palm, the one that presses into your abdomen, keeping you steady. Keeping you here, in this moment. 

There's no rush. Time loses all meaning. He could be between your thighs for minutes, hours, days. All you know is the ball of desire tightening within you is fit to burst, bubbling over in a melting pot of raw emotion. 

“Eddie, I'm so close, s-so close!” 

He doesn't falter, doesn't deviate in his ministrations. He continues, tongue circling, fingers curling so deep inside you think you can see God. A swirling, cloying heat encapsulates you, winding around that feeling you buried in your heartstrings and tugging it loose. That deep emotion you pushed aside years ago, a healed splinter, set free by the love and care he's pouring out of his flowing tongue.

It reaches its crescendo, vision darkening as every nerve is coddled with an inner fire. You're not even sure what you feel; release, blinding pleasure, pure love? It could be all three as you cry out, fingers tugging at Eddie's hair. 

He rides it out with you, fingers coaxing your orgasm to the very brink and beyond until you flop back into the bed. 

The first clue you have that something different just happened is the wet feeling underneath your ass. It feels damp, and cold? Opening your eyes, you haul yourself onto your elbows to look down. 

“Now are you glad I said about the towel?” 

Never have you seen so much of your own release coated on a man. It's covering his mouth, chin, cheeks, hand. You briefly wonder at how it could have happened, how that much could have come out of you. 

Eddie wipes his mouth and hand on the towel underneath and makes his way to hover over your heaving form, eyes practically shooting hearts at you from deep within.

“You alright princess? We can stop right now if it's too much.” 

Blindly you reach out, clumsy fingers rubbing at the hard swelling of his member inside his underwear. 

“Don't you want me to return the favour?” You ask, confused. 

“Sweetheart, one kiss of those pretty lips on my dick and I'll be done for.” 

“Then- I'm on birth control. Fuck me, please.” 

The groan that he lets out is deep and guttural, moving his limbs for him. He gets up to whip his pants down and you see it for the first time. You see him. 

It's big. Fuck, its the biggest you’ve seen; not just long but thick, even thicker than your fumblings thought. A glint of silver throws you for a loop, almost making you think you imagine it, but there it is again. 

“Holy shit, Eddie- are you, pierced??” 

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles, glancing down to follow your eye line, “you didn't know about that huh.” 

He climbs on top of you, kissing as he goes, plush lips on your skin. Soft, delicate, and warm. Guiding his hardness to your opening, you can't help but rub your thumb over the tip, pre cum slipping on the balls of the piercing. Eddie's breath stutters, nearly panting in your mouth as you smirk. 

“Now that's not fair sweetheart.” 

You continue to smile, gathering your slick to slide him in, but it quickly turns into a wince. 

“Fuck, Eddie, you're too big,” you whimper out as your eyes screw shut. 

“You're fuckin’ flattering me princess.” 

“I'm not, seriously, you're- oh goddamn-” 

He's pushing into you, slowly, but it still burns, the sheer stretch at his girth almost too much. Gnawing at your lips, tears well in your eyes. 

Eddie looks shocked, taken aback by your reaction. 

“Really? Fuck, OK sweetheart, you're OK. Look at me, you can take it, yeah?” 

Trust Eddie to say the hottest thing by accident. He's just trying to check in, but by God it sets your insides on fire. 

“I-I'll try.”

“That's it, atta girl, little more.” 

Reaching down to where you're joined, you wrap your hand loosely around the base, realising he's only halfway in. 

“Eddie, jeez you could- oooh- you could have f-fucking warned me, ah!” 

“Just relax, I've got you princess, you're taking it so well, you can take the rest- oh Jesus H Christ you're tight.”  

A long drawn out cry echoes out of you as he bottoms out, tears loose and running down your temples. He's leaning on his elbows, fingers stroking at your hair, leaving snowflake kisses on your cheeks. 

“Uh- mmmph- Eddie, you've got a pornstar dick.” 

Gritting his teeth, he looks at you almost sternly.

“You can't say that or I'll cum right now, please.” 

Eyes softening, you kiss his lips instead. He envelops you, tongue dancing in your mouth making you forget the dull ache. Nothing can make you forget how full you feel however, your pussy quivering uncontrollably around him even though he's not moving. 

“This is so nice,” he says, entwining his fingers with yours over your head. 

“Eddie, you're literally balls deep in me and it's ‘nice’?” 

Laughing so hard you feel it in your chest, he kisses you again. 

“Sorry, I mean, just being this close with you. It's everything I've ever wanted.” 

Lips quivering, you stare at him, eyes wide and wet. 

“Eddie, I lo-” 

“No, don't. Not like this. Just- can I move?” 

You nod, biting back the words, and he slowly rolls his hips. Eyes nearly hitting the back of your skull, you moan, meeting his movements. He's so deep, it's like he's everywhere. Every pore, every capillary, pulsing with him. 

“Oh my God, baby, oh God!” 

You're rambling words but it doesn't seem to matter, mind filled with fog, with feeling. With him. He links one arm under the fat of your thigh, coaxing you to curl it around him, and everything seems to fall into place all at once. Each rolling movement is pressing into that sweet spot inside of you, that spot he seems to find so easily like a gravitational pull. He smiles, panting in tandem. 

“Right there princess?” 

Nodding like a puppet on a string, he lets out a long groan. 

“Good, I-I’m not gonna last, you feel too fuckin’ good.” 

Pleased at his reaction, you link one arm around him, stroking at the taut skin of his back as he drives into you harder. Grunting with each thrust, he's tensing, holding back. 

“You can come, Eddie,” you say shakily. 

“Not before you sweetheart,” he replies, doubling down on his efforts. 

It all feels so intense, each whirl of feeling sinking deep into your bones and fanning the flames of your heart and desire. 

“Eddie, s-so close, come with me, please.” 

Almost as soon as you say the words your climax springs out, overflowing with every emotion he won't let you say. It fizzes through your nerves, throbbing with each beat of your pulse. 

Eddie groans, releasing at the same time, two bodies with one heart. As you both relax, melding together, you giggle at the same time. A laugh of relief, of pure happiness. 

“Sorry, thought I'd last a little longer.” 

He seems embarrassed, lifting his head enough to look you in the eye. 

“Eddie, that was perfect.” 

He snuggles his head deep in your neck, inhaling your scent as if it were the last time. 

“I'm gonna get you cleaned up, hang on.”

Lifting his head once more, he kisses, and kisses, lips moving against you with pure feeling. 

“OK, now I'm really gonna go.” 

You giggle as he just keeps kissing you, staring up at him with each unspoken word swimming in your mind. 

“Right, now, just hang on.” 

With a final peck, he slips out of you, returning with a warm cloth. Not used to this affection you merely lay there, allowing him, and wriggle out of the way when he takes away the towel. When you move, you see there's still a wet patch, but it's been mitigated at least somewhat. 

“I can change the sheets if you want-” 

“Eddie, I don't care, just hold me.” 

Grinning like a boy he climbs back into bed, pulling blankets over the both of you. Fitting together like you were always supposed to, you sigh with relief. 

“Eddie? Can I say it now?” 

You whisper it into his chest as he holds you close, almost afraid of breaking the spell of the evening. 

“That depends sweetheart,” he says, fingers tracing unknown patterns on the skin of your arm, “you have to mean it. I couldn't take it if you didn't mean it.” 

“I mean it. I love you Eddie, I think I always have.” 

The smile in his voice makes you smile too.

“I love you too. Happy Valentine's Day."

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